#'how did you get another hole in your coat I just fixed that'

[stardustedknuckles]

I loved the plot component to the Mighty Nein’s story but god all I can think about right now is that dome, how Caleb almost cried to be able to provide a shelter for them after losing one of their own, how they all slept together and ate together and just lived as inextricable parts of each other’s lives for so much of the campaign. The tower was a love letter both from Liam and from Caleb but the comfort and familiarity of curling up in a pile of limbs and body odor and snoring and that being more of a home than any of them had seen in so long, if ever...it’s so simple but it gets to me. The intimacy of a life lived in tandem is one of the greatest forms love takes and the Nein were just rich with it in a way that seemed so especially healing to watch.

#the further away we get from the conclusion of the campaign #the harder I reject the notion they split up #at least not for long #the mighty nein #domestic squabbles over who didn't wash their socks #'I am not sleeping next to you until you go get in the fucking river #i'll go with you quit being a baby nothing is going to eat you bc you smell too bad' #'how did you get another hole in your coat I just fixed that' #'quit pretending your bandages don't hurt - I can hear you trying to breathe normally' #'nott the next time you eat fish you're sleeping in a tree holy shit' #those first few nights in the tower? #their own rooms? #god that must have been weird #nice in some ways but weird #especially for those who are inclined to look out for everyone else #which is pretty much all of them #i miss them #critical role

[joshslater]

Bewitched

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Exactly one hour after the witch left the apartment he unfroze and the numbness stopped. It had felt much longer to him, not being able to move, just left to his thoughts and the mirror on the wall in front of him. His greatest immediate worry had been to be stuck like that forever, but his runner up was to just fall over once the spell broke, legs asleep from standing still for so long, and crash into the floor. That didn't happen. He felt fully in control as soon as the spell broke, but he was unprepared for the assault of sensory impulses from his body and was unable to suppress the mix of moan and shout he made. He should have been prepared, because he was there the whole time, knowing everything she did.

It surprised him how angry she became when she came back out from the bathroom and he told her good night and a safe walk home. She told him, swaying and slurring, that he "should shut up and fucking pay attention". That's when he couldn't move anymore. He wasn't frozen like a statue, just unable to tell his body what to do. "You really are as stupid as you look, fucking loser. I walked all this way just to be thrown out!" He wanted to say she too lived nearby, that's what she had told him, and he happily let her use his toilet, but that's all she asked for.

"What the fuck did you think I wanted?! You're like the first boy to think too little about sex." She took a step back to look him over better, but the wall was a few inches too close that she back into it with a soft thud. She didn't appear to notice and stared at him with a weird look of superiority. Suddenly his clothes fell to the floor, as if he no longer was there, and landed around him and under his feet. "Let's fix this first," she said and grabbed his cock and balls. He couldn't see what was happening, frozen as he was, nor could he feel anything as the whole body had gone numb. Only when she stepped back again, with another thud against the wall, could he see himself in the hall mirror. His penis look about the same as before, perhaps a little bit longer, but the balls were noticeably larger.

"I bet now you won't turn down a girl again," she said and grabbed the bathroom door handle to steady herself. "What else do girls like?" she wondered out loud and started to walk around him. She stopped to the side, slightly behind him. He could still follow her by looking in the mirror. "Taller for sure," and he could see himself gaining height, "and more muscles. They say they don't like it, but as soon they get within sight of a wide chest and arms they won't look any other direction."

Even before his new height had fully settled he could see his arms and chest starting to slowly inflate, followed by his legs. He wasn't just inflated like a balloon, but clearly things were happening beneath the skin and muscles too because occasionally there would be sudden snaps like something shifted, perhaps the position of bones or exactly where a muscle was attached. She was in control, as much as could be where she was drunkenly swaying next to him, but changes tended to happen where she looked at him.

"Your face is cute. Makes you look dumb, confused, and kind." She stepped closer. "Perhaps something to make you look like you've moved out from your mum." She pinched his earlobes and instantly metal plugs appeared in punched out holes in his ears. "And some hair," she said as she turned and walked back to lean against the wall. A light coating of hair sprouted on his previously smooth chest.

"There, that's better isn't it? Now you'll..." She stopped and her eyes widened. "You're a fucking rapist aren't you?! Luring women into your home and then..." She wobbled again, and stopped talking as her thoughts collided with her previous thoughts. "Let's put in some emergency brakes," she said and pinched both his nipples. Instantly two shiny nipple piercings dangled from his now substantial chest. "And," she grabbed his dick again, "don't get an erection unless someone gives you permission."

She turned around and started to leave, but halfway out the door she took a step back in. "Take an hour to think about how to treat a woman properly," and she left, closing the door very, very gently.

Now that he was free he was filled with a rush of sensations. He had never felt so horny ever before in his life. He was amazed his dick didn't physically vibrate, but it felt like it almost did. His balls felt tender and almost aching, and his nipples were definitely aching. He took a step away from where he had been looking at himself for the past hour. His body felt alien to him. His first thought was sluggish, but that wasn't really correct. He actually felt fast and stronger than ever before, but he had to move differently as muscles collided with muscles when he moved.

He touched his limp dick and got an almost overpowering response of sensations. "Unless someone gives you permission" echoed in his mind. Fuck, he thought. He would have to wake up his boyfriend and explain a lot.

[onlymingyus]

I'll spit in your mouth...

cw; chwe vernon x reader, smut (minor dni), pwp just some filth, mean dom!vernon, brat!reader, spitting/spit play, ass play, fingering, dirty talk, some thigh riding, degradation, praise, dumbfication, reader called degrading names -- use lube kids

a/n; this is around 600 words -- it's not my fault he put the image there -- then i was tempted into spite smut

Vernon's lips turn up in a smirk when you writhe under him, his fingers covered in lube spreading you open. The soft whines falling slipping out of your lips only spurring him on. His cock resting hard and leaking against your stomach while you roll your hips over his hand letting him work another finger into your ass.

"Needy little slut, spread your legs like I asked you to." Vernon scoffs when you barely make any movement. Instead you practically purr at him using his fingers to try to get yourself off faster. He watches your eyes widen when his fingers slide out of your hole leaving you empty and begging, apologizing for being a brat.

"Vernon...no, god! Put them back in me. 'M being good, see." He watches you spread your legs wider for him only making him raise a brow and laugh. "A bit slow on the uptake, my pretty dumb little baby. Open your mouth..." His fingers hold your chin tight but not enough to hurt, his eyes fixed on yours while he waits for you to listen to him.

Vernon's smirk returns watching your lips part like he asked. His head tilting with a satisfied groan as he rocks his body against yours letting his cock drag across your skin. "Let me see that slutty little tongue. What? You are usually so quick to open when my cock is in front of your mouth."

You pout at him causing Vernon to laugh, you were so cute when you were being bratty and he loved trying to break you. He knew you loved this just as much as he did, your hips were rolling towards his thigh between your legs. Vernon bites at his bottom lip watching you stick out your tongue for him, the shimmer of your spit catching the low light causing him to groan under his breath.

"Pretty...this mouth is so useful." You smirk slightly at his unusual compliment, but you knew he was right. You loved to make him come apart with your mouth and he loved seeing your lips coated in his cum. You start to close your mouth around his thumb when he presses down on your tongue but a disapproving sounds causes you to stop and meet his eyes.

He watches your eyes cross very slightly while you try to pay attention to him. Vernon can't help but to chuckle at how you looked, so fucked out and he had really barely gotten started with you for the night. A soft moan escapes around your tongue when his thumb drags from your tongue over your chin only for you to close your eyes when Vernon spits onto your tongue and into your mouth.

Pre-cum oozes from his tip onto your skin at the sight, most of his spit resting on your tongue but a bit had landed on your cheek. Vernon can't help himself when he runs his thumb over the saliva smearing it just like his cock was smearing his cum across your stomach. "Be a good whore and swallow that for me?"

He watches you smiles as you follow his request, your tongue running over your lips to collect every last drop then finally his thumb once again. "Fuck...very good." With his praise Vernon slips his hand back between your legs slowly working two of his fingers back into you letting you bite down softly on his thumb.

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[justmochi]

Chilly

pairing :: rosie x dino

word count :: 0.6k

synopsis :: it’s cold when filming for super.

time :: march, 2023

a/n :: sumn very cute i thought of when seeing seungkwan’s breath during the super challenge c’:

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It seriously felt like the coldest she’s ever been in her life. Even though her and her groupmates were dancing their hearts out, not even that could protect them from the chilly weather. And she wasn’t wearing the most appropriate clothes either.

As soon as she got the okay from the director, Rosie dashed to the women behind the camera. They quickly gave her a blanket and hot packs for her. She knelt down to the ground, covering herself under the blanket and pressing the hot packs to her ears. She shivered, trying to get warm by blocking any holes the blanket had between the ground.

“Jangmi, we have to fix your hair.” Minhee tapped on the blanket covering her.

“Two minutes please.” Her teeth chattered, trying her best to make herself into a ball.

She felt another tap against her back, squeezing the blanket around her tighter and whining. “Please!”

Then she felt more pressure being put on top of her.

“It’s alright. We’re all taking a break anyway.” She heard Chan’s voice from behind her, putting his coat over her.

The staff around them scattered, leaving Rosie and Chan by themselves. She stood up from the ground, his coat falling off of her as she freed her head from the blanket.

She wrapped it around her body, trying to sink her head further to cover her ears. He picked up his coat, throwing it over her shoulders as she looked up at him.

“It’s freezing.” She could see her breath as she talked, her entire body shaking from the cold. He pulled her closer to him by his coat, pressing his cheek against hers.

“I know, Jagi.” He pouted, rubbing his arms up and down her back in hopes of heating her up. “But just imagine the cool shots we’ll get out of this.”

“I’m definitely gonna get a cold after this.” She frowned, sighing as she snuggled in closer to his touch. “I don’t understand how you’re not freezing.”

“Oh I am, but it’s probably because we’re boys and sweat a lot.” He chuckled, squeezing her tighter.

Rosie opened her arms, letting the cold air in briefly before wrapping the blanket around the both of them. He felt her tremble more, taking the hot packs in his hands and pressing them to her ears.

“I’ll run you a hot bath when we get home and get you some warm soup.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. She pressed the side of her head to his chest, Chan taking the opportunity to pull the hood of his coat over her head.

“Takeout?” She snorted, knowing he already had a grin on his face.

“You don’t even have to ask.” She knew him well enough to know he would get takeout soup or something simple and instant.

“Let’s start taking cooking classes this year.” She suggested, feeling as if she was suffocating with the grip around his body. “I wanna cook yummy meals for you. And not just rice or eggs.”

“We can do that. Whatever you want.” He nodded, swaying them back and forth in each other’s embrace. “I’m sure my grandma wouldn’t mind teaching us.”

She giggled at the thought of his grandmother actually teaching them to cook. She did love her cooking after all.

“Alright kiddos, let’s touch you up.” Minhee approached them again, pulling the hood off of Rosie’s head.

Chan watched as his girlfriend pouted, pressing the hot packs to her cheeks and smiling. “Did I tell you that you look very pretty?”

She rolled her eyes, reaching up to peck him on the lips and giving him his coat back. “You’re hot.”

He pursed his lips, giggling like an idiot and almost tripping backwards. She shook her head with a smile before walking in Minhee’s direction. She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself as the woman started fixing her hair and makeup.

#justmochi: rosie #rosie.love #daisie #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member #svt oc #fake svt member #fake svt addition #fake seventeen member #fake seventeen oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #oc!kpop #oc!idol #oc!soloist #idol!oc #idol!addition

[disastrouscanasta]

did the BoB fallout universe within my brain accidentally expand to include a clegan drabble, yes, yes it did

i actually wrote this for my dear friend @krakerjaksstuff, for not only her unwavering and very much appreciated support, but also to feed her interest in clegan and mota >:3

~

John had still been asleep when the bombs dropped. If it weren’t for Gale dragging his ass out of there the moment things had gone to shit, John would have been another one of the folks obliterated in their own home. He wouldn’t have even known what hit him, he thought.

Instead, he was granted the joy of sterile smelling bed sheets in his carefully furnished bedroom, thick metal walls and a stiff, uncomfortable jumpsuit.

“Suits you, at least.” He told Gale. They’d all gotten issued their things quickly and without much hassle. Not everyone who’d gotten a reservation through Vault-tec’s American Veteran plan had made it to the shelter. John was sure that the empty housing units would haunt him, once he got more familiar with the underground floor plan.

“Yeah, well, it’s better than nothing.” Nothing was what they’d shown up with. Gale had packed a small kit, though it was hiding in the linen closet, wedged between the wall and the lowest shelf. It was just precautionary, supposedly. But neither of them had thought to grab it on their way out.

John had gotten out of there with the skin on his back, barely having enough time to slip on the shoes he’d left out next to the coat rack. Normally Gale would have been on his ass about putting them away with the others, this time he didn’t say a word. Hardly mattered, anyway. They didn’t get to keep their clothes. John would have been hard pressed to miss the pair of boxers and t-shirt he’d walked in with.

“D’you think they’ve got a bar here?” John said. He sat on the sofa in his unit. It was stiff, he was sure the leather had never been sat on before. He could almost smell the factory-freshness of it cut through his stuffy haze.

Gale stood in the kitchenette, pulling open John’s cupboards and drawers. John hadn’t even bothered to look.

“No clue.” Gale shot him a look. “Get a soda.”

“It’s the goddamn apocalypse, Cleven.”

“Get two sodas, then.” Gale crouched down, fiddling with the knobs on the oven.

“You just want me to get you one.”

John didn’t move from his spot on the sofa. He slouched back, laying his head against the back of it. The bright fluorescent lights above his head were glaring. He wondered if there was a way to fix that.

“Y’alright?” Gale asked, still crouching. His knees rested against the dull grey concrete. John wondered how thick the metal beneath it was.

John hummed. He wasn’t sure what he was or what he wasn’t. With every inhale and exhale he felt the stretch of his jumpsuit, he hoped he could break it in fairly quickly. Maybe the old military tricks to soften his boots could help with this thing.

“Just thinking.” He said. “Whole lot to think about.”

“And a whole lot of time to do it.” Gale told him. John heard the patter of his boots as he crossed the room, coming to stand at the arm of the sofa. “Don’t gotta do it all right now.”

“Could have been us dropping those bombs, Gale.” John said anyway. “Could have been us.”

“But it wasn’t.” Gale dropped a hand to his shoulder. “We’re alright.”

“Wonder what happened to the pilots.”

“Maybe the Reds have their own vaults. And I bet they’re drinking Red Colas instead of thinking about some Americans hiding in their own hole in the ground.”

“You’re really caught up about that, huh?” John turned, looking Gale in the eye properly. Everything about the deep set of his light eyes was telling John that they shouldn’t go on with the conversation, that Gale was giving him the easiest outs he could take. “Glad we ended up in the same damn hole in the ground, Buck.”

“Like you wouldn’t have found your way in through some ventilation shaft, maybe you’d dig right through the walls.” Gale squeezed his shoulder. “C’mon, there’s gotta be something that’s more fun than staring at the ceiling.”

“Gonna have to get used to the ceilings in here, might as well start now.”

“Wise-ass. You’ve got time, you can do that later. Isn’t that the whole point of these things anyway?” Gale held out a hand, which John took, letting himself be pulled off of the sofa. Gale gave him a pat on the back, “C’mon. Maybe they’ve got smokes in this joint, just make sure you do it next to the vent or something.”

Gale made good points. Though they were solid reminders that John wouldn’t feel the wind through his hair for another, what? Ten, fifteen years? When they opened the doors back up, he wondered if there’d even be planes out there to fly. More likely than not, the America he knew was gone.

He’d joined the military for his country, at first. He’d stayed for men like Buck. For Buck, he thought sometimes. Well, if he couldn’t have America then by god he’d keep Gale.

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#playing fast and loose with fallout canon and mota canon for my own personal gain #again this wasn’t planned. though. the luztoye fallout au is 100% planned #and 75% likely to be completed #conceptually multiple BoB ships fit within it but they’re not interconnected #so uh. yeah #feel free to chit-chat about fallout. hbowar. hbowar fallout ‘verse #mota #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #fallout au

[themotherofblood]

Let the games begin

Tywin Lannister x Readers

Tears of Gold AU

A/N: I had played this chapter out in my head so many times, nearly cried a little for how bad I felt for Sansa

TW: child marriage, talks of wedding night, suicidal ideations and rape

Today was her one of those miracle mornings where you had gotten out of bed at the same time as Tywin, after much requests he agreed to rouse you when he would. You spent awhile laying in bed and staring up at the canopy, mindlessly petting Lion who had welcomed himself to your bed probably late at night. Your husband dressed himself before plopping down onto the edge of the bed to lace up his boots. That’s when he noticed that you weren’t here, it wasn’t unusual to get lost in thoughts or overthink about things to the point that it overwhelms you, he was just concerned that you were doing it this early in the morning.

“Do stop thinking that hard, you’ll burn holes in the canopy.” His interrupted your thoughts.

It was wedding day, you had gotten yourself ready after Tywin pulled you out of bed, though you did not have to dress for the ceremony for another two hours, you spent the early morning eating breakfast with your family, and yes that included your step children too and your good grandchildren too. Much was discussed at the table as you fed your boys with the help of the older Jamie of course. Jamie was taken with his two little brothers, his heart beat the same way for them as it did for Tyrion. Myrcella was set to sail for Sunspear in a fortnight, Jamie was to raise an army of six thousand men and head for Riverrun to deal with the Blackfish, the day after tomorrow. Cersei still seemed irked by your threat to her for three days ago, though she appears to have understood that you were an age old rock, hard to just pushover.

You’d spent the better part of the hour after that, dressing your children, both boys were put in cream coloured tunics and red Lannister coats to match each other, putting their hairs in half up braids as they played with their toys in your lap. Tywin was fixing the pins on his coat as he watched you space out in your thoughts yet again.

For the good while, you stared at your children, the dress laid on the chaise for the ceremony and your husband that got himself dressed, and you’d begun to count your blessings yet again. For your children, and an honourable marriage of loyalty and respect, there was no fear of infidelity or violence either in you or your children. However your heart pounded for Sansa today, you weren’t old enough to be her mother but yet counted her as your younger sister. This marriage was wrong in so many unsaid ways and there was nothing you could physically do to prevent it, only help make it better. 

“You are doing it again…” Tywin sighed, pulling you out of your wide eyed thought and look at him dazed. “What toils in your mind, wife?” He knew exactly what, but he’d rather have you talk to him than “think” yourself to insanity.

“This wedding should not be happening.” You admitted the truth making Tywin groan.

“Tell me what is so wrong about this wedding, how is it any different than the dozen political marriages that take place in this country every year.” He questioned while fixing his collar.

“Probably because our family plotted and succeeded in destroying her entire family!” You answered, voice absolutely irate.

“The family that does what it needs to do for its survival will always prevail, we protect our blood and our blood only. It would be wise if you understood this sooner than later.” Tywin lectured making you shake your head in further annoyance. “Our own marriage was made of that compromise, wife. You hold sympathy for Tyrion…” He shook his head at that statement.

“Do you suspect he would mistreat her?” He raised a brow in query “Rape her?”

“Tywin!” You scowled at him before lifting each son at one hip and handing them to your hand maiden.

You wanted to argue no longer, and began angrily stripping yourself. Tywin all the while held a disappointed gaze before left to give you some space.

This dress was gorgeous, black and gold to match with your husband’s coat. Almost resembled the style of robe dresses Sansa wore, of course your dress was covered in Lannister motifs just as your sons. You left your hair down as usual with small braids to frame the crown of your head, a dragon bone ring which was a cutesy or Lord Varys. You looked yourself over in the mirror and began to head for Sansa’s room without another word to your husband.

Shae announced your arrival to her chambers, where Sansa still sat in her long tunic while the other royal hand maidens did her hair. Her lucious red hair was being wrapped in that same out landish piece that many a woman would adorn at court. Her sullen face spread to a smile as she saw you in the reflection of the mirror, you smiled at her through the mirror; taking in how beautiful she looked.

“Leave us.” You ordered the maids in the room

“But the lady’s dress-“ One of the royal handmaiden’s interjected.

“Shae can help me, can you not?” You cocked a brow to her

“Yes my lady.” Shae agreed

All the maids in the room soon filed out one by one, leaving you, Shae and Sansa in the room alone.

“I brought some things for you.” You began to lay out they few pieces of jewelry you had snuck along with you. One of which was the Valyrian steel necklace that your husband had gifted you, after a lot of haranguing he finally confessed to have melted the Stark ancestral sword Ice down. Meaning your necklace came from the spare metal still left over.

“I’d like for you to wear this today.” You presented the necklace to Sansa

“But it’s yours.” She protested

“It came from your father’s sword. You should wear it.” You confessed as Sansa looked taken aback by that information and complied, letting you clasp the necklace around her swan like neck.

“Thank you.” She whispered as her hand grazed the metal around her neck.

“Alright then. Time for the dress!” You clapped your hands in attempts to lighten the mood, when Shae brought it along your heart sunk a bit, this isn’t at all what Sansa had wanted her dress to be, you’d had a lengthy conversation with her and what she wanted her dress to look like but this wasn’t it at all. The hip padding and gold around beige of the dress, far too extravagant and far too Cersei. Sansa said nothing, letting Shae put her in the dress before lacing the back of it to tighten around her waist. She truly wore the dress magnificently, her tall frame did justice to the dress as she turned to show you.

“You look so beautiful, my girl.” You felt rather emotional seeing her this way, making the corners of your eyes tear up. You began to fan at your eyes, as Sansa came to hug you.

“I am so sorry.” You emotionally apologized, she shouldn’t have to go through this.

“I’m not.” She whispered by you ear, tightening her hold on you. “You’d be my good mother by law.”

“If you call me mother, I will burn every lemon tree in the capital.” You jested making her laugh. You pulled away holding her face in your hands, before pressing your lips to her forehead. “I have another thing.”

You pulled out a pin, a wolf. The sigil of house Stark. “Don’t tell anyone.” You tucked the pin behind the red collaring of the dress.

“I’ll await you at the Sept, be strong Sansa.” You hugged her once more before taking your leave.

You still had to present the house cloak to Tyrion, since you were the oldest and the last lady married into the house, it was under your possession. You’d last worn it at the pyre during the war but had it washed so it didn’t smell so burnt. You hurried back to your own chambers to retrieve it, only to stop dead on your footing when you heard Tyrion’s voice from your chambers.

“I’ve come to ask for my birthright. Castley Rock.” You heard from being hidden behind a wall.

“Jamie is named to the Kingsguard and can hold no titles, my brothers by Lady Y/N are far too young to hold the castle. Which makes me the rightful heir.” Tyrion levy’s his case to his father. Part of you agreed with what he was saying, your sons had fourteen summers and winters to cross through before they would be deemed heir to anything.

“You want Castley Rock…” Oh here we go you’d thought. Tywin did not sound pleased nor agreeable to Tyrion’s demand.

“As is my right, I am marrying Sansa, she is a Stark. One of a prominent family, make her Lady of Castley Rock and you have the alliance or obedience from the north that your crave.” Tyrion further elaborated his case.

“When the time comes, you and your wife while be given a suitable position to affirm. Your eldest would hold claim to Winterfell. In my passing, my wife shall resume and inherit the seat to Castley Rock…” Tywin sneered. “And I would let myself be consumed by maggots before I make you the heir to Castley Rock!”

“Why?” Tyrion’s voice wavered

“You ask this?” Tywin questioned rhetorically

“You, who killed my Joanna, your mother at birth! You are an ill made, spiteful little creature. Full of lust, envy and low cunning. The gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing our pride lion, that was my father’s sigil and his father’s before him. I broke a vow to your mother and married another so that I wouldn’t have to watch you burn our name to the ground.! So do not ask me off your right!” Tywin roared before taking in a breath to compose himself

You appeared from behind the wall, much before Tywin started yelling at Tyrion, leaning against the door with a disapproving frown on your face at how Tywin was treating Tyrion. Your husband sta back down again as Tyrion wallowed in his father’s cruelty. You walked towards them, with the house cloak in hand, clearing your throat to grab Tyrion’s attention before presenting him with the cloak. A sympathetic smile on your face, as you handed the cloak to him, Tyrion nodded at your before he began to leave

“And one more thing…” Tywin spoke up again making Tyrion stop dead in his tracks.

“After this marriage, the next whore I find in your chambers. I’ll hang.” He warned.

Tyrion scoffed at him a walked away.

“Why must your treat him so?” You scowled at Tywin, who looked at you displeased. “He is your son!”

“Yes, he is my son. And that is why he lives.” Tywin said as a matter of fact.

“And what if this child, takes me in the birthing bed. Would you treat it so harshly too?” In anger you confessed making you bite your tongue. You were late of few fortnights for your moon blood, making there a chance that you were pregnant again.

“This child?” Tywin looked at you shocked as his eyes softened. A small fear spread through Tywin too. Would history repeat itself and curse him with another murderous third child? “Are you certain?”

“Do not chance the subject.” You pressed on.

“Do not intervene in subjects you know little off.” Tywin answered. “You are pregnant?”

You gave up trying to have this fight with him yet again and nodded. “Possibly? My moon blood appears to have delayed. Should be of no shock since we have rigour-sly been trying…”

Tywin got up to walk towards you, hold you in his arms but you immediately pushed away, does he truly think an embrace or sultry kisses would fix your anger right now? “I will see you at the sept.”

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The grand Sept was filled with the people of court and many other members who had arrived early for the royal wedding. Most people chattered amongst themselves and their groups. Kevan Lannister had also travelled from Castley Rick for the wedding. He was the one to receive you, when you walked down the steps of the Sept. You hadn’t really met the rest of the Lannister family other than Tywin’s children.

“My lady.” He bowed, as reached the bottom of the steps slightly confused at if you should know the lord before you.

“My lord…?” You gave him an apologetic smile for not knowing his name.

“Kevan Lannister, your husband’s brother.” He introduced himself

“Ah yes, forgive me my lord.” You bowed back.

“Bother not, my brother has kept you hidden from the family.” He jested as he led you further into the hall.

“Gosh, it wasn’t my intention. Much has happened since the wedding.” You answered

“I hope to meet my nephews, soon.” He stated.

“Of course!”

The procession began to file through as people began to divide onto two sides of the room, a trail of candles were being lit by women that would lead to the alter, you lit one too. In hopes that today goes smoothly and both of them remain happy and safe. The clamouring in the room dwindled down as the queen appeared with her father at thee arms. You remained in the lowered floor as the Tyrells climbed onto one side of the alter while the other side remained empty for the royal family. Cersei climbed up with Joffrey while Tywin remained at the door to walk Sansa down the aisle.

You took another deep breath.

Let the games begin.

next chapter

#tywin lannister x reader #desiblr #tywin lannister #house lannister #tywin lannister smut #got x reader #tywin x reader #ruiewrites #game of thrones #got x you #spotify #charles dance #tears of gold au #got smut #got

[harryswhorehome-blog]

Neighbors Pt.2

Hiii this is a small part two to neighbors. Hope you like it!

Summary: After Harry’s encounter with Y/n in the garden. Him and his wife have some intimate time, but she isn’t who is on his mind.

Warning: Smut, mean Harry, unhealthy marriage, cheating, age-gap (she’s 18), Harry being stupid, Olivia wilde?, 18+

Word count:1k+

Harry walks back into the party, just to be ambushed with kisses by a mystery woman. In a panic he steps back thinking it’s Y/n. Just to see Olivia drunk. He just came back from the garden and he’s not feeling too well. 

“ You taste sweet, what wine did you drink ?” Olivia hums into his mouth. Harry's heart beats against his chest. For a moment he was scared to be caught. Y/n was right, Olivia would kiss him and taste her arousal on his lips. Olivia was tasting Y/n not some expensive wine. 

He decided it was smart to take her home since she was drunk and he was guilty. Before he left he had to hinder the sight of Y/n again. She wasn’t sad, she was laughing with some bloke. Harry was confused how a girl can get so cold so quickly, but he deserved it. 

Harry watches how she sits close to the bloke almost on his lap. He can’t help, but feel a twinge of jealousy hitting him as he looks at the girl he just made cum pretend he doesn’t exist. She fixes the hair of the guy she is next to, making him shutter a breath from her intensity. Y/n eyes move from the random young man's eyes to Harry. Harry looks away for a moment, but his gaze returns to her, and she is still staring. 

She smiles at Harry acknowledging him, before standing up and going towards the couple “you’re leaving already?” she says surprised. Harry nods “yeah-” he gets cut off by Olivia kissing his lips in front of her. He pushes her away and asks his wife to get her coat. Y/n doesn’t even look hurt she walks closer to him and whispers “ do you think she can taste my cum on your lips? You sure smell like me” before walking away towards the kitchen. 

At home Harry had the difficult task of caring for a drunk Olivia. While he was trying to clean her she was grabbing on him trying to have sex. He tried to stop it, but he needed to cum as bad so he gave in. 

He kissed her lips pretending it was Y/n. With that he kissed her as passionately as he did in the garden. His finger reaches the bottom of his wife's dress to feel her core covered, but soaked.

He rubs circles around her clit. Harry decided the best way to do this was to kiss her enough to have his eyes closed. She moans into his mouth and he takes it as his opportunity to suck against his wife tongue. He couldn't help himself thinking about Y/n. How wet she is. The breathy sounds she makes. He couldn’t help but compare his wife to her. 

Harry pulls her underwear down exposing her wet core. He places a few kisses on her mound before going back up to strip her and himself.

She kisses his lips thinking some expensive wine made him taste this good. Not knowing that sweetness is another woman all over him, his lips, his finger, and his face. “You taste so good, god I have to ask them what wine they drink” Harry can only smile against her lips thinking how dirty this is. His wife loved the taste of Y/n not even knowing.

Olivia moans at his passionate actions not knowing he is thinking of another woman. One who is 8 years younger than him and the daughter of their neighbor.

He rubs his tip on her slit keeping his eyes close to pretend it’s Y/n. After her arousal spread he decided to let his tip pass his wife’s hole further. Making them both moan and pant. He can’t help, but think about how the girl he just ate out was wetter than this. How he probably would have a hard time staying in, as he fucks her. 

As he pumps his thick cock into her he mutters “ you like my cock baby, tell me how much you love it pearl”, she whines at the newly found nickname.

While he ruts his hips, Harry can’t stop thinking how tight Y/n feels around his fingers. He tries to hold out, but thinking of her gets him closer and closer to cumming. 

After meeting Y/n he decided her nickname for him is pearl. They’re hard to find in the ocean. Aren’t valued as much as they should be even though they are too fragile and precious. 

As he pumps his cock in and out of his wife he moans the name pearl more than a few times. To Olivia it's a sweet new nickname. To Harry it’s was a way to pretend he was fucking another woman. 

He knew his wife was about to cum with how she was squeezing around his hard long cock, but Harry wasn’t close. So as he dipped his cock deeper into her cunt he thought about Y/n. How she tasted so sweet that even his wife had to agree. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she called him daddy. His current partner would never do that, shaming his kink. 

The thought about her breathy moans and wet cunt was enough to bring home close. His hips started going faster hitting the deepest part of his wife. While he pretends to fuck another woman. His wife started cumming around him. He finally came too, moaning “fuck baby, felt so good pearl” as he empty himself into his poor wife, who doesn’t know as he shuts his eyes he’s imagining Y/n. Remembering how her brows furrow in pleasure and bite her lips to quiet herself. 

“ What's with the new nickname? I like it. It’s just new” she says to her husband. Cluelessly not knowing what was going through his mind.

“Nothing darling, just want a new start that’s all”’he says half guilty and half recovering how hard he came. The only time he came this hard with his wife was when he thought about her.

“I think this is the best sex we had” she says honestly, “me too” he replies. The only time he got to enjoy having sex with her was when another woman was on his mind.

More guilt hits him as he realizes that Y/n was right. His wife will taste her and when he cums he’ll think about her. He knew it was fucked up that he had sex with his wife thinking of another woman. He likes to think of it as transactional; he cums and she gets to cum too. 

He cleans up him and his wife going to bed in their new house. In theory, being freshly fucked in a new house, should be how it was suppose to go, how a new start will looks like, but as his clueless wife sleeps in his arms with a smile on her face Harry could only think of one thing. Y/n.

#harry styles smut #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles #harry smut #dom!harry #cheater!harry #Neighbor!harry

[percivalpie]

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 <𝟑

- Reader is you (male pronouns and body)

Tw - scars/relapses Crush comforts you - cuddles

Scars marked your arms and body as if you were a paper scratched, turning to the side you sighed loudly, you had a relapse as your depression had been spiralling further and further down the peeking rabbit hole. You had promised not only yourself but your kind hearted boyfriend you’d put an end to ruining your body, it wasn’t a healthy coping method but sometimes you felt like punishing yourself and paining yourself was the only way you could ever feel right.

Punishing yourself for well.. simply being you of course. Who’d want to be you? Is what you’d ask yourself as you gazed into the mirror. The clocked ticked 10:34 p.m and crush still wasn’t home yet, he was out late working on who knows what.. oh that was another thing, your boyfriend who was supposedly always truthful to you never told you where he worked, what he did infact, he’d turn the whole conversation down.

It felt insulting that your own partner wouldn’t tell you things, crush especially found it hard to tell you how he felt resulting in him trying to show it more in actions and getting slightly upset when you didn’t understand why he was acting a certain way.

The sound of keys at the door and you rush to cover yourself up with a big hoodie, you walked downstairs to see crush standing at the door, he was shivering, coat forgotten despite the winter air surprisingly he hadn’t turned into a snow man.

Crush smiled down at you hugging you tightly, the material of the hoodie brushing up against your wounds causing you to flinch and wince a little in his hold. Crush looked down at you, clearly he had already noticed your frightful behaviour.

“Are you okay?” Crush asked in a voice dripped with concern and honey, he had always been a huge Softie for you it was no secret.

“I’m fine!” Your face laced with a fake smile but your boyfriend wasn’t stupid, he found it rather degrading you thought he couldn’t see right through you.

“My love.. what’s wrong? You can tell me you know..” There he goes grabbing around the top of your shoulders causing another wince slightly louder than the last. Crush lifted up your sleeve, a family of cuts and wounds decorated your skin.

“Sorr-“ he kissed your cheek once and then another time and then a 3rd until your face felt wet with his gentle quick kisses, your face heating up a little.

“I don’t want you to apologise honey.. I just want to know why..?” He was referring to why you had cut yourself, did you really have to explain? Words didn’t come out, it was tears. How could you ever explain you felt like you weren’t good enough to be in this world? How could you explain nothing ever goes right for you? How could you explain you felt unlovable even when the man who adored you with all his heart was standing right there?

Crush didn’t wrap his arms around you in fear of you wincing in pain however his hand gently stroked your cheek making your eyes meet his. So delicate. He was touching you as If your skin was made of glass and you could break any moment.

“I love you.. I love you so much, as your boyfriend it’s one of my main jobs to look after you. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong right now but I hope at some point you can tell me all your troubles so I can try fix them all or at least.. some of them. You’re my sun, even with these scars you’re still beautiful and you’re mine but please.. no more? If things ever get down you have me lovely” crush smiled at you although it seemed like he was about to cry as well..

Maybe you can cry into eachother’s arms tonight.

#crush #cherry #cherry crush #cherie crush #comfort #cute #fluff

[rukia-writes]

I don’t know if you would be interested in doing this but, could you do “Hercules rescues a damsel in distress” story? Rescuing, loving, sexing (XD) the whole package please.

FYI I don’t know if sexing is a word, but my phone hasn’t corrected yet XD

Hercules x (fem) reader

Another win for Hercules lovers, we love to see it♥️ sexing is the word 💋 we also won’t talk how many times I had to remix this 😭🤣

Plot: based off the fairytale “Allerleirauh” also known as “All-Kinds-of-Fur”

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, slight timeline alt, Death, Romance 💝, Violence, sex, mentions of oral sex, A VERY LONG FIC.

“Hercules! Hermes! Come check this out!”

In a quiet forest outside of mount olympus Ares and his brothers were out hunting, rather Ares and Hercules were hunting while Hermes was simply observing nature finding the birds to be rather happy.

However, when they heard Ares call out for them in a panic Hercules rushed over while Hermes walked over to his brother calmly asking what was going on. Ares informed his brothers while pointing to a tree that had rather large hole and that inside some unknown animal.

Hercules was curious and offered to go check it out, Hermes and Ares watched with curiosity as the hero crouched down and looked inside the tree. Calmly speaking to the animal that he wasn’t going to hurt it, that’s when he noticed the animal had several different kinds of fur.

Hercules was known to hunt and he knew most of the animals fur but what he was confused was what animal had every animal fur as a coat. Hercules didn’t have to wait long as the animal talked saying “Leave me alone! I’m not animal!”

“It’s not an animal!”

“That’s interesting.”

Hermes was really interested now as he walked over to Hercules who was calmly and sweetly talking to the mysterious person. Repeatedly saying that he wouldn’t hurt them and that he was friendly. Hermes noticed that the person had a bag in their arms and added in that they wouldn’t harm their possessions as well.

However, the person only came out when they heard the god named Hercules when he “Please, come out. We just want to be your friend.” The smile he gave was one that made the person decided to come out and when they did the three gods noticed it was woman wearing a heavy coat of many animal fur.

Hercules could tell she was scared and freightned by the way she was shaking and his heart felt like it was being torn, and so Hercules Introduced himself and Hermes and Ares followed suit. When Hercules asked for her name the young woman said she had no name, however that wasn’t the truth and yet the three gods kindly invited her to Zeus’ palace.

As a way of showing thanks she worked in the kitchen while wearing the heavy animal coat, the head chef told she had to take it off in case fur landed in the food. But Hermes told the chef she could keep it on so long as any fur didn’t get into the food as he was certain most gods wouldn’t notice especially Zeus.

Hermes gave her the room above the kitchens and told her she was allowed to stay as long as she wanted, to which she was thankful. From that day on, since she wore her animal fur coat everyday everyone called her “fur coat girl”.

As the days went on, the chefs noticed a certain god visiting more than normal. Hercules stopped by every day and the same time to check in on his new friend, and to also get a quick bite to eat as well. Hercules wanted to know her name more than anything but just seeing her smile and hearing her laugh made his day. Sometimes he would notice that it looked like she had been crying but with the hood of the coat he couldn’t tell for certain.

One day, Hercules was simply passing by in the courtyard when he heard singing. Singing that was so beautiful that he saw a group of men sighing in a daydream like manner while Hermes and Ares were also there listening. Looking up, Hercules noticed it was the “Fur coat girl” singing while fixing a bird’s broken wing in the window.

“What are you guys doing?“

“That’s so beautiful.”

Hermes was moved by the singing and sniffled a bit while Ares covered his pretending not to cry himself. Hercules didn’t know what to make of his brothers but he certainly enjoyed (Name)’s singing, the bird would chirp as well a sign that he was already feeling better. It was the sweetest sight Hercules had ever seen.

The next morning, Hercules dropped off a huge bag of bird seed at the “Fur coat girl”’s door, saying that he heard her sing and saw her take care of the bird. So, he decided to help by getting the bird food. Touched, Hercules heard her say thank you and even caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips and once the bird chirped being delighted at the bird food a small chuckle left the young woman making Hercules smile as well.

Hercules was delighted when he heard his newfound friend ask about his tattoo, and with great pleasure he told her about his twelve labors both her and the bird. With every passing labor that Hercules told she became more happy and hopeful. Asking questions and of course telling the hero to tell her more about his adventures of which Hercules was more than happy to do, even until the late hour.

That night, the young woman went to bed with a cheerful heart as she thought about Hercules and his adventures.

Heroic. Strong. Kind.

As the young woman went to sleep it was one of the most peaceful sleep she had ever experienced until her dreams cruelly reminded her of why she was in the predicament.

Three dresses.

A princess had just received three dresses from her father and mother, one as golden as the sun, one as silver as the moon, and one as dazzling as the stars. It was a gift for her birthday and the princess found the dresses to be quite beautiful and loved all three.

The queen had decided to hold a three day party for her daughter and wanted everyone to show their support. The princess thought it was it was great idea and looked forward to the party with her family.

Fate had a different plan.

Waking up, the young woman wiped the tears from eyes and face as the bird chirped in her window worried about her. Taking a deep breath the young woman gently petted the bird and check how the wound was doing to take her mind of the nightmare.

That evening, while making dinner in the kitchen the young woman heard that there was to be a dance held by Aphrodite herself. The kitchen maid’s quoted the Aphrodite saying “it was long overdue and that everyone was invited.” In truth, the young woman had no intention of going until she over heard an interesting conversation in the courtyard.

“You’re going, Hercules.”

“I’d rather not, they are so boring.”

Hiding behind the pillar the young woman in the fur coat listened on the brothers conversations even though it was she knew it was considered rude.

“Boring?! But they can be fun, if you would learn how to dance-“

“I know how to dance.”

“Please, you have two left feet.”

Ares teased as he snickered while Hercules blushed knowing Ares was right, the hero was an awful dancer. Hercules trained for battle not dancing and he wasn’t about to let all of Valhalla know. Smiling at the information she heard the young woman decided to go to her room but not before Ares called her.

“Hey! Fur coat girl! Are you going to the dance?!”

Hercules didn’t notice the “Fur coat girl” until Ares called her and when he turned around to see her he smiled as she waved “Hello” to the both of them.

“Yes, I think I will go.”

“That awesome! I’ll see you there.”

Ares looked at Hercules in disbelief as Hercules completely changed his mind at hearing “Fur coat girl” going to the dance. Ares knew the two were friends and maybe that’s all it was as the two watched “Fur coat girl” leave for her room.

“What was that about?”

“I’m going to the dance what does it look like?”

On the day of the dance, every god and goddess was there to celebrate. Feasting and dancing seemed to be the custom and everyone was having a great time. Hercules, on the other hand wasn’t so far as he waited for the supposed “Fur coat girl” to arrive.

Ares, almost snickered at Hercules heavy sighs. Ares, tried to tell Hercules that she wouldn’t come as he was told by Hermes that it was possible she would have to be in the kitchen. Hercules, still believed that she would show up as he knew she would keep her word.

If she didn’t arrive soon he would just visit the kitchen to see.

That wouldn’t be necessary as both him and Ares and every god and goddess there saw a beautiful goddess wearing a beautiful dress made of gold. Everyone was so awestruck by her beauty that everyone heard Buddha shout “She’s hot!”

Shy as ever, the goddess asked people if they had seen Hercules and eventually she found him. Rather, Hercules found her as he wanted to know who she was with Ares of course following close behind. Both blushing a bit from how beautiful she was, smiling the goddess asked for a dance. Hercules stuttered a bit as he knew he couldn’t dance but he wanted to dance with this beautiful woman.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how.”

The goddess took Hercules hand and the two began to dance while the gods became envious at the couple. Hermes on the other hand found it beautiful as the two seemed kind in heart, as Hercules would apologize when he stepped on the goddess’s feet and yet she didn’t mind as she told him that he was learning.

Hermes knew she had to have a kind heart to deal with that.

As the night went on, the two seemed inseparable as they had nothing short of fun. From dancing to playing games, it was a fun night until the last dance. Hercules meant no harm but he wanted know her name and as they danced together he kindly asked what it was. But when she told Hercules that she didn’t have a name, a pout came to the hero’s lips as he knew she was lying as he couldn’t hold his gaze.

“Please, tell me your name. I’ll treasure it always.”

When the goddess knew Hercules wasn’t going to relent it reminded her of a brutual time and she kindly escaped his grasp and took off in the night. Hercules did his best to run after her but she escaped the hero making the mentally scold himself as he told himself he shouldn’t have asked if she was going to run away as he meant no harm.

“What do you mean she escaped you?!”

At the end of the dance, Zeus scolded Hercules himself as the hero pouted at being out run by a goddess.

“Hermes?! Did you see anything?”

“No, she left quite abruptly.”

“Let’s have another dance!”

“That wouldn’t be wise, she’s probably upset.”

Hermes added in, Zeus continued to complain about how a goddess was able to get away from his son while Hercules sighed while looking out the window wondering if he would ever see her again.

That night, a horrifying nightmare had entered a certain goddess’ dream.

The same day the princess received the dresses from her parents, a blood thirsting giant made it known that he wanted the princess as a bride. The princess refused the giant and the next day paid a cruel and unjust price for it as the giant and his army of Jotnar destroyed everything and everyone in the kingdom.

All, except for a princess who barely escaped carrying only a bag with her dresses while wearing the fur coat her father and mother gave her as the giant yelled in anger “You can’t escape from me, (Name)!” And “You are mine, (Name)!” As her kingdom was devoured by the jotnar army.

Waking up to the sound of someone knocking on her door, the young woman opened the door to see a worried Hercules.

“What’s wrong, Hercules-“

“I should be asking you that.”

Hercules just so happened to be passing by but when he heard a scream in horror he rushed over to “Fur coat Girl” room and knocked on the door being seconds away from breaking it down if she didn’t answer in time. A soft gaze came to Hercules when he saw the tears stream down her face and he gently brushed them away with the back of his hand making the young woman smile and reassured the hero that he was okay.

Hercules wanted to ask what made her cry but after last night he decided best to comfort her by helping her feed the injured bird. The two talked all day with “Fur coat girl” asking Hercules about the dance. Hercules didn’t mean to blush but his feelings gave it away as he mentioned that he had a fun time with this beautiful goddess that appeared in this golden dress. Smiling, “Fur coat girl” seemed to enjoy Hercules talking about the goddess.

“She was very beautiful and very kind. I believed I upset her though when I asked her name.”

Hercules sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced at the memory of upsetting her.

“I um…I don’t believe you upset her. Perhaps, it was something else.”

“Do you think so?”

Hercules asked his beloved friend in the animal fur coat to which she nodded her head making the hero smile, the now handsome hero gently grabbed her hand making her become bashful.

“Thank you, you’re very kind. By the way, why didn’t you show up to the dance? I honestly went to see you.”

The young woman in the animal fur coat became so bashful at hearing Hercules’ words, knowing that he went solely because of her made her heart skip a beat. The only thing she could speak was that she had forgotten to go, Hercules pouted but he understood.

“Say, why don’t we go have some fun?”

“Like what?”

“Do you want to go to Eden with me?”

Hercules couldn’t see her all her face because of wolf hood but he did see her bright smile and that made Hercules smile along with his heart. The two went to Eden having a great time, the guards were suspicious with “Fur coat girl” but with Hercules being there they didn’t raise any complaints. When Hercules heard his beloved friend ask if she would make him an apple pie would he eat it, Hercules responded that he would eat the whole thing. Hercules heard her say that she would make him one this week, the hero smiled and decided to tease.

“Just for me right? No one else?”

“…Yes, just for you.”

Hercules was a little taken back when he heard her tease back, but it was welcome as he smiled at her and responding with “keep to your word.” The two spend their day getting apples and visiting other places in Valhalla. As the days passed, the two became close and everyday seemed to be like an adventure to them.

Soon, Aphrodite wanted another dance and Zeus approved it immediately.

Once the dance started, like last time the gods and goddess celebrated the night away. Hercules went this time as well, only because he wanted to see his beloved “Fur coat girl.” Hercules wanted to escort her this time but she refused saying she would definitely be there this time, and of course the hero took her at her word.

While talking to Ares, Hercules felt someone tap on his shoulder. Looking behind him he saw her again, the goddess he believed to have offended. Awestruck by her beauty and dress that was as silver as the moon Hercules did his best to apologize first. But when he felt her grab his hand the hero became a bit bashful as his face had turned red.

“That’s okay, let’s dance again.”

The two danced together with the music just as everyone else, like last time Hercules wanted to ask her name but this time he wouldn’t ask instead he complimented her dress making the goddess turn bashful.

“I’m sorry, about last time. My name is (Name).”

Hercules smiled at hearing the goddess’ name, so much so he bear hugged her making become absolutely flustered, the handsome hero thanked her over and over again with a grin on his face. The sight made Ares spit out his drink from surprise while Hermes smiled interested in what the two were doing. This time the two talked a lot more than last time, the goddess found out that Hercules was here waiting for a beloved friend of his and couldn’t wait to see her.

“You must really like this young woman.”

“She’s very precious to me. She wears this fur coat all the time and I’ve noticed she cries sometimes. But she’s really kind, I want to dance with her too.”

Hercules heard the goddess chuckle which made him ask “What is so funny?” And to Hercules surprised he received a compliment from her saying, “You have very kind heart.” Before Hercules could say something Ares interrupted saying it was his turn to dance with the goddess. Hercules sighed and finally gave up his dancing partner and the two danced together much to the goddess delight as she wanted to dance with Ares as well.

Hercules went to the kitchen looking for his beloved friend and to his surprise the head chef said she had not arrived yet. While thinking where she could be Hercules hoped something didn’t happen to her and was just on his way to her room when Ares caught a hold of him. Ares apologized as he too felt like he offended the goddess as she ran away from him after asking if she had any mother and father.

Hercules knew Ares meant no harm but he was saddened as well at the news. But this didn’t last long as the two caught a glimpse of a familiar fur coat.

“There you are, I was wondering when you would show up.”

Hercules noticed his beloved friend crying and wiping the tears from her eyes, the hero hated seeing her like this and wrapped her his arms around her whispering in her ear that everything was going to be okay and once he heard her cries had stopped he faced her again.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay now.”

Nodding her head Hercules smiled and told her there was still time for a dance. Hercules was expecting a quick answer but instead he heard her say “That she wasn’t dressed properly.” Hercules responded that she looked fine as she was and that he would be happy to dance with her.

Ares watched “Fur coat girl” go from being sad to a delightful smile, like clock work. Ares didn’t know when Hercules got silver tongue but he found the two dancing the night away regardless of what people said to be truly romantic.

Months passed again and all seemed to be going well. Until a rumor was being spread about a particular god of fortitude.

“Singing to himself?”

“Yes, Hercules has been singing to himself lately.”

“Is he any good?”

The chefs in the kitchen were in a good mood while talking about the latest gossip while making dinner for the gods, and of course “Fur coat girl” was listening to it all while sweeping the floors still wearing her fur coat. Thinking to herself that Hercules had been in a great mood lately, but singing to himself was a surprise.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but a source says he’s in love.”

“No way!”

The chefs became more interested and started talking more than cooking and of course the eavesdropper would listen more than sweeping.

“I mean, come on who else hums to the themself?”

“Who do you think the lucky girl is? That goddess that he danced with?”

“Of course, who else would it be?”

The chefs talked amongst themselves while a familiar young woman smiled at their talk and even one of the chefs suggested that it was her who Hercules loved, rather she imagined it to be so.

“Well, I’m not saying that it’s true. But Hercules and a familiar cup bearer have been getting pretty close.”

“Oh hush, Hercules is friendly with everyone.”

“No, no listen. They’ve been dancing together, I’ve seen it-“

“Keep talking.”

The chefs crowded around another chef who had his money on another goddess, a chef heard a broom drop and saw it laying on the floor. Shrugging his shoulders the chef went back to talking with his fellow workers. Walking down the hall a rather nervous and confused person had a million thoughts go thru her mind until she unknowingly came to a room where Ares and Hermes were talking and once again she eavesdropped.

“I’m telling you he’s sick! We need to take him a doctor.”

“He’s not sick, he’s in love. The humming. the dancing. The signs are quite obvious.”

“Oh, well do you think it’s that goddess?”

“Most likely, Hercules has been wanting to know how to dance since they danced the first.”

“But he hasn’t talked about her that much, he’s talked more about “Fur coat girl” than anything.”

“Yes, that certainly seems to be the case.”

The two brothers were talking to each other Ares was drinking his tea while Hermes was writing music, thinking to herself maybe she thought wrong the young woman in the fur coat was about to leave.

“Do you think it’s Hebe, the two dance all the time.”

Hermes didn’t answer his brother and simply shrugged his shoulders with a smile, after all he really didn’t know. Maybe if it was Ares himself but Hercules got along with everyone in Valhalla. Hearing enough the young woman was about to leave but had crashed right into somebody’s chest. Quickly looking up it was Hercules himself and of course he was worried about his beloved friend when he saw the tears, before he could say anything the young woman in the fur coat abruptly left especially when she saw the beautiful goddess right beside Hercules with a friendly smile.

Hercules was going to follow her but decided to let her go as he figured she was upset about something and needed space. However, when he went to check on her that night she wasn’t in her room and her bag was gone. Hercules wanted to keep a cool head but his heart and head was at war with each other. It was possible that she had decided to move elsewhere and she wasn’t obligated to tell him but his heart said otherwise. Of course, the most righteous god in Valhalla decided to look for her and wouldn’t rest until he found her.

Before either knew it, they were lost in the woods outside mount Olympus. The young woman in the fur coat believed she may have over reacted and wanted to go back but the thought of a certain god being with someone else kept her in the forest.

“Ah, there she is!”

Slowly turning her head the woman in the fur coat looked up and there were two giants with clubs smiling down on her. Due to her sorrow, the young woman didn’t notice that she was in danger. The giants rushed after as they called for their leader that had wanted her so badly, and before long the giant had caught up with them along with his army of giants. Surrounded and with no where to go the giant grabbed her with ease.

“I told you, you couldn’t hide from me. Hiding in this ridiculous coat.”

With ease the giant removed the animal fur coat while the other cheered for her to be devoured or to suffer a miserable death just like her family, friends and people.

“Come, marry me princess (Name). My love for you is boundless.”

“You murdered my my family and friends you monster!”

“Why, they were in the way. Now we can be together or I’ll devour you.”

The giants cheered for her to be devour and through her and tears she refused the psychotic giants “offer”. Yelling over and over how stupid she was and proclaiming his love only to be met with the same answer over and over again the giant opened his mouth ready to devour the princess whole.

Resigning to her fate as the giant released his hold on her as she fell closed inside the giants mouth, the princess wished she could’ve seen her love one last time.

The once quiet forest echoed a lions roar as several trees were torn from their roots and several giant had their skulls bashed in and their leader’s face had been knocked clean off. Eyes closed the princess was too scared to open them until a familiar voice told her “Everything was going to be okay.”

A voice she knew all too well and opening her eyes she did indeed she the man she had grown to love.

“Hercules! You’re here!”

Before Hercules could respond back the other giants had already started to make their way over ready to attack, gently placing the princess on the ground Hercules told her that he would end this right away and of course the princess believed him as she had just witnessed the power of her hero and so she whispered “good luck”.

Hercules smiled at the goddess and gently wiped her tears away.

“Don’t worry, (Name) I’ll get us back home.”

Hercules had an air of confidence and pride before he fought of the remaining giants by himself as (Name) wished she could stop crying. The word home is what broke her as she wanted a new home, Hercules confirming what she always wanted made the princess fall even more love with him and the fact she heard her name come from his lips sealed it for her.

The sun was still high when Hercules finished the giants by himself, panting while making sure all the giants were dead and they all were in fact dead. Hearing his name Hercules looked back to see the goddess run towards him with a smile, a smile he wanted to protect forever.

The princess thanked her hero over and over with a sweet smile on her face, as she did so Hercules gently picked her up and carried in arms and that seemed to make her quiet as she became flustered. Hercules asked her what was wrong and of course (Name) responded with nothing but thanks.

“Ah, your fur coat! Hold on! I’ll find it for you!”

“Hm? Oh that’s okay. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Are you sure?! I’ll find it for you, I don’t mind.”

Hercules offered to find (Name)’s fur coat but she decided it was best to leave it behind and perhaps get another coat of her own. Hercules didn’t object but he did have another question he wanted to ask.

“Okay then, but why did you leave? Did someone upset you?”

“Oh, that. I must’ve had a tantrum about you having another dance partner. Silly of me, honestly.”

“That’s why you’re upset?! I only learned how to dance because of you. I don’t want to keep stepping on your toes.”

Hercules honestly responded back to the woman in his arms, making her become flustered at his honesty and how she really did feel a bit silly now. Even though she told Hercules she didnt mind Hercules still insisted he learn and on the way back to Olympus the two agreed to become each other’s dancing partners.

“I’m going to be sick! Ah! My heart!”

Zeus was in awful mood the next when he found out Hercules had killed giants without him, slouching in his chair while grabbing his chest making Hercules wonder if Zeus was okay mentally. Hermes chuckled and told Hercules that he was like this all the time and he would be fine in a few days. Zeus did ask what she looked like to which Hermes responded with “Well, we haven’t made any progress in the kitchen today. Everyone keeps fawning over her beauty and grace and nothing is getting done.” Leaving Hercules left while saying, “…I’m just going to go check on her and to get a bite to eat.”

Zeus was too busy complaining to notice but Hermes was well aware why Hercules left so quickly and smiled in a knowing manner. Days later, Zeus tasked Hercules with to helping out Troy. Apparently, the city was in a crisis and Zeus felt like sending Hercules. Before Hercules left for Troy he promised (Name) that he would be back soon and gave her the tightest bear hug she ever received. Yet, it was certainly welcome as the princess smiled and told Hercules to be careful.

While (Name) wasn’t expecting Hercules to be gone for so long, a few months, she was certain he would be back soon as she continued to live a life of her own and making friends along the way. Particularly, in Eden as she met three angels, Samael, Azazel and Lucifer. All three were kind and amusing and (Name) liked their company. So when, Hercules returned and didn’t see her on mount olympus he worried a bit only to be comforted by Ares that (Name) was out with friends and return shortly. So, the two decided to talk and catch up on what they had been doing recently.

When (Name) returned she was greeted with another bear hug from Hercules, as the two greeted each other Ares told the two to sit down so they could all catch up. Ares, wasn’t aware but as Hercules told of his adventures in Troy, rescuing princess Hesione, it seemed like this information didn’t go over too well with (name). Not that she wished any harm on the princess but the thought of Hercules being sweet and kind to another princess gave her heart a little envy. Same could be said once (Name) told everyone about how her and how she had been getting along with three angels, a certain handsome angel at that.

Ares added that part in innocently as he had seen him and his friends at the palace many times.

Well, any friend of (Name)’s was a friend of Hercules and so Hercules wanted to get to know these angels. Maybe they could be friends as well, and when Hercules was introduced to the three angels he wasn’t expecting them to be fans and that made the Greek god happy. Yes, Hercules could admit that the one named Lucifer was handsome but he was also kind and that made Hercules like the angel as well and so they all became friends.

Just in time, In honor of Zeus, Valhalla had a tournament of games for the supreme god. Hercules and Ares decided to participate with many other gods and goddesses, of course many gods from different pantheons participated. (Name) was happy being on the sideline, however Aphrodite wanted (Name) to be her banner girl for her beauty salon and asked the princess personally. When Aphrodite was rejected by the princess she had resort to her second plan.

“Oh my, I respect your decision. Here I thought, Hercules needed some cheering up after being thru so much recently. The outfit Is so cute and I’m sure he would love to see you in it. No matter, I’ll just ask-“

“I’ll wear it!”

Aphrodite noticed (Name) was now happy and decided to be Aphrodite’s banner girl much to the goddess’ joy as she personally escorted the princess to the dressing room. The first game would be archery competition and Hercules seemed pretty he would be top ten. Apollo or Artemis would most likely be first place but he still wanted to try his best.

While talking with Ares, Hercules didn’t notice the announcement until Apollo casually said “That’s fur coat girl? I’m going to say hello”, Ares and Hercules looked inside the stadium to see (Name) and the other beautiful banner girls showing off their respective sweepstake banners, the outfits were nothing short of sexy with the boots, mini skirts and show thru tops covered by black bra.

Ares and Hercules were both a blushing mess, Hercules more so than Ares. Ares cleared his throat and shook his head as to snap out of it while Hercules was still getting his view of his supposed friend as it took Ares punching him in the arm to snap him out of it. Hercules needed to concentrate on the competition but he couldn’t get the image out of his head and so he quickly snuck off to see her. When Hercules caught up with her the two seemed very flustered as they couldn’t hold eye contact with each other but Hercules did promise to do his best for her making her smile at him as she blew him a kiss for good luck.

That alone made Hercules want to be number one.

Watching from the sidelines (Name) watched Hercules compete with her friends, Lucifer and Samael were ecstatic about the competition while Azazel was eating while watching the competition asking what was the point of the game and (Name) was happy to answer all them. As the match progressed Apollo and Artemis had their work cut for them Hercules was getting bulls eye and getting his arrow thru the rings, all thirteen of them.

Zeus knew Hercules was a talented archer but this was new to him, and of course it was welcomed as it made the competition more exciting. The winner of the competition was to get a wish of whatever they wanted, second place was given a golden bow, third place was given a crown of summer roses that were white in color. The roses never wilted and had been a reward for many years and yet no wanted them when coming in third place finding the first place and second place gifts more appealing.

As the contest progressed and the challenges became harder, with only four candidates remaining. Apollo, Artemis, Ullr and Hercules were still in and all four seemed to be finding the challenges rather difficult. In truth, Hercules didn’t think he would get this far in the competition as he would usually make eighth or ninth place and by the end of the contest Hercules came in third place. The crowd applauded all the contestants as it was truly a spectacular performance, Zeus was pleased with the competition but became confused when Hercules agreed to take the summer roses.

No one wanted the roses ever and when Hercules happily took them everyone wanted to know what he planned to do with them. Apollo teased Hercules that he would wear them only to have Hercules respond with they deserved to be on a head more fitting and when he found (Name) in the crowd he placed them ontop of her head with a smile. Hercules didn’t mean to cause a scene but everyone was in shock that Greek god did such a thing, all the whispers made the princess turn quite bashful as the three angels watched with curiosity. Heimdall asked if this was a proposal because he wanted to announce it, while it wasn’t a marriage proposal Hercules told Heimdall that he crowned the princess of kindness and grace.

Heimdall did so as to hype the crowd which made them all cheer and erupt in a applause. Zeus thought it was a marriage proposal and wouldn’t be told otherwise. Aphrodite found the sight much more pleasing the archery contest as she told herself that was true love, and thinking maybe there should just be contest in order to get the rarest rose and confess their love. The idea made her smile and wanting to propose the idea to Zeus. The tournament carried on as usual however it seemed like Hercules crowning was causing a commotion on the ladies side as a group of women pleaded with Hermes to ask Zeus to have some sort of competition in the future, Hermes simply told them he would bring it up.

The crowned princess was bombarded with questions that she didn’t even know as she tried to watch the rest of the tournament, especially when she wanted to watch Hercules continue to participate. Whether it was archery or chariot racing Hercules always heard (Name)’s cheers and it made the Greek god perform at his best and by the end of day Hercules had taken home 3 wins, not counting the archery contest and of course Hercules received a kiss on the cheek from his princess of kindness and grace making his face turn as red as his hair with a bashful smile on his lips.

Later that night, in her room (Name) was happily putting away her precious rose crown. In truth, she didn’t know where to put it at first however she opted to put it with her dresses in her closet right with the dress she hadn’t worn yet which was the dress that shined as bright stardust. Thinking to herself it would make a beautiful outfit for a certain occasion, the idea alone made her become flustered.

However, once a knock was heard on her door she quickly closed her dresser and told the person to come in which was of course a rather red in the face Hercules with a rather cheerful smile. (Name) could already tell Hercules was already drinking alcohol before the that nights celebration, (Name) hoped Hercules wasn’t too intoxicated as he was rather large man and there was no she could him pick up.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“I was just putting away my rose crown in a safe place, I didn’t want it to get-“

“You’re so pretty (Name). Has no one told you? Let me tell you, you are pretty.”

The princess couldn’t finish her sentence as Hercules had squished her cheeks together stopping her from talking while gently moving her head from side to side, all the while with a little pout on his lips.

“And! You know what else! You’re so kind and caring! And you’re just really the whole package. I could just-“

Hercules started his famous bear hug squeezing her tightly making the princess head start to swim at how close he was to her face, even though he was intoxicated he was still handsome as ever.

“Have a seat, I’m sure you need to rest Hercules-“

“Yeah, let’s have seat! I have something I want to talk to you about.”

(Name) meant Hercules to sit on the chair beside the bed, however Hercules gently sat (Name) on the bed and he also did the same thing making the bed creak due to his muscles. (Name) could definitely feel her heart beating with a million thoughts running through her head.

“So, I was wondering and you can be honest with me..”

Now the beloved princess had to lean back slightly as Hercules leaned forward while twirling his hair and giving a little pout while looking away. If (Name) knew better she would say Hercules was a bit more loose than what he usually is.

“… Do you like Lucifer better than you do me? He’s really handsome and you’re really pretty I’m sure he likes you but I want to know if you like me better than him?”

Hercules slurred the words “really” while asking (Name) a off the wall question, the princess didn’t know whether to answer honestly or not. Thinking to herself would he even remember her answer, it didn’t matter as (Name) fumbled around for an answer Hercules was already taking off his shoulder guard and chest protector making the princess stutter over her words now.

Hercules was in a rather talkative mood.

“Well, Nevermind him. Have you ever kissed anyone? Not a cheek kiss but on the lips.”

Now (Name)’s mind had shut down as Hercules inched closer while asking his question, it took everything the princess had to say “No” while beyond flustered at this point.

“No? No one? Is there someone you want to kiss?”

Scooting closer to (Name) the Greek god became insanely close to her now, as their legs bumped against one another and of course now being face to face all the while Hercules had a sly smile on his face one (Name) had never seen before making her become a bit hot for the sweet god.

“Well, there is someone-“

“Tell me who, I won’t tell anyone..”

Hercules gently and easily pushed (Name) on the bed making lay on her back as the tall and musician god straddled her waist making her cover her mouth with her hands. It wasn’t over yet as Hercules was starting to take off his golden belt.

“Is it Lucifer? Maybe Samael?”

(Name) couldn’t speak as she was taken back by Hercules’ actions watching closely as he finally got the golden belt off and then leaning down close to the kind and graceful princess with a sly smile still.

“If it’s someone I know-“

“Hey! (Name) look what I found in the woods! It’s your coat!”

Most people like to enter through the door, Lucifer however came thru the window while holding (Name)’s famous fur coat with a victorious smile on his face that turned to shock at seeing his friends “about to make out”. Hercules blinked a few times as he couldn’t see who at the window due to the alcohol but he recognized his voice.

“Lucifer! Great to see you! You brought (Name)’s coat back, that’s awesome.”

Hercules was able to get off (Name) with ease and once at the window Hercules patted the top of Lucifer’s head, picked up him up in his arms, sat him down outside the room, wrapped the handsome angel up in (Name)’s coat, told the angel that he loved him and that they would see him tomorrow and then closed the door. (Name) had never seen such a sight in all her life, and when Hercules locked the door and turned the lights off she wandered what Hercules was thinking now.

“Time for bed, princess.”

“But there’s a party tonight-“

“I’m not going, I want to stay here with you and sleep.”

Truthful, Hercules crashed on (Name)’s bed and fell fast asleep. Smiling, the princess decided to also go to sleep. Thinking to herself it had been quite a day. In the morning, the two were cuddled up sleeping peacefully still with the princess’ head laying on Hercules toned chest, which was very comfortable, while the handsome hero had his hand on her waist. Even the morning sun peeking thru the window didn’t wake them, the only sound that awoke the two was the sound of Alectryon crowing. Groaning, Hercules buried his face on (Name)’s chest thinking to himself that the pillows were quite nice, smelled nice and that he wasn’t ready to get up.

“That crow is awfully loud.”

“…that’s a rooster.”

“Oh, right.”

After their sleep talk both opened their eyes and jumped up in surprise, Hercules face was a bright red knowing he had his face in between her boobs that he thought were pillows, while the princess thought the same thing with the heroes chest and once she heard Hercules apologize over and over again she did the same while being flustered. (Name) informed him that Hercules had been intoxicated last night and that he slept in her bed, Hercules felt his heart beat fast a loud and he asked did he do anything else and when he heard that “No, nothing else happened.” Hercules took a sigh of relief not knowing that the princess hadn’t told the whole story.

“If you’re still tired, you can sleep in my bed. If you want.”

Hercules was very surprised by (Name)’s offer, he welcomed the offer but he was surprised as he asked if she was sure and when she shook her “Yes” while patting the spot next to her. Hercules crawled back into bed with the princess and when she cuddled up next to him while rubbing her face on his chest, telling Hercules it had been awhile that she was able to sleep so peacefully since the tragic incident. Hercules responded back that he would he would be okay sleeping with in her bed if it helped her sleep, plus he liked sleeping in her bed it was really comfortable. After all he didn’t want the princess to have bad dreams and so the two slept until that afternoon.

As the days turned into months, the two became closer than ever before. Especially, when Hercules told (Name) she could move in to his room and of course (Name) took him up on his offer. Moving her clothes and stuff into the Greek gods room had certain people talking that maybe the two were courting each other while some, Ares, just thought it was two people sleeping with each other especially when Hercules told him (Name) was having better sleep when they were together. Finally, one night in particular Hercules awoke out of his sleep to see (Name) looking out the window. The moon was full and the night sky was beautiful, quietly calling out for (Name) she turned around and smiled at the handsome god.

Even though she didn’t say anything Hercules could tell something was wrong, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Asking if something was wrong Hercules, responding back that she was thinking of her parents and home. Venting about how she missed her parents, friends and home Hercules heard and listened to it all. Once she was finished Hercules gently grabbed her right hand, becoming even more flustered as the the two looked at each other in the eyes.

“Yes, that is sad about what happened to your family and I will always be here for you no matter what.”

“Thank you, Hercules.”

“Of course, and remember you have new home now.”

Hercules may not have been the most romantic with his words, but his words were true and they were the words the princess wanted to hear. A knight in shining armor, and his princess for evermore. The two shared a sweet kiss on the lips, a moment they would both treasure for the rest of their days. After the kiss both said “I love you” at the same making both chuckle at each other and that night both slept together soundly. As time passed, the two were married at the palace on June for good luck. (Name) chose the last dress her parents gave her as a wedding dress as it was just as beautiful, along with the crown of roses Hercules won for her.

In truth, (Name) wanted a small wedding but it wasn’t possible as everyone wanted to see Hercules and his beautiful bride and so Zeus sent out many invitation. When it came to gifts the Greek pantheon wouldn’t be outdone by any other. Zeus, Ares, Hermes, Poseidon, Aphrodite and Hades all gifted the couple and wished them a beautiful life together. Even the three angels all gave gifts for the kind couple and each received a kiss on their cheek for their kindness from the bride.

That night, Hercules was in a very good seeing as how he just married the love of his life and after taking a shower wrapping a towel around him he couldn’t wait to cuddle with his princess. The thought of him calling her his princess made him smile and blush at the same time as he wanted her to be with him for awhile, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud crash sound and it didn’t take long for the handsome god to spring into action as he entered the bedroom quickly checking out the scene….

The scene made Hercules heart beat fast as his whole face became red as his hair and of course his well endowed cock was at full attention wanting to be free of the towel at the beautiful sight of his wife wearing nothing but his nemean Lion skin with her bending over trying to pick up his club but it seemed like it was too heavy for her to pick up as she muttered to herself, “Is this thing really heavy? Or am I just weak?”

“That suits you well, love.”

Hercules spoke up getting (Name)‘s attention making her turn bashful as she wasn’t ready yet, wanting the club to match but since she couldn’t pick it up she had to improvise. As she she stood up and turned towards him showing sweet and amazing body to the righteous god.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to use the club as well but I don’t think I can pick it up-“

Hercules didn’t need to hear anymore as he picked up his wife and tossed her over his shoulder telling her he would make her one so that she can use it next time. Then placing her down gently on the bed Hercules asked if she was ready for what was take place and when nodded her head in agreement the two began to consummate their marriage as they kissed, teased, licked each other and as Hercules laid on his back with his beloved wife ontop he slowly entered her wet cunt and even though he had only put the tip inside he was already moaning anticipating how good he knew she would feel..

“Wait!”

(Name) pinched Hercules cheeks making him wince in pain at having face pinched and when he looked at (Name) who had a serious look on her face, which still turned Hercules on and made him move his hips as he wanted to keep going not stop as his only had the tip of his cock in so far.

“What’s wrong?”

“Before we continue you have to promise me something.”

Stopping her pinching she began to pout which Hercules found to be cute, responding back with “tell me what it is.” As his hold on her hips tightened.

“You have to promise me that you won’t let anybody wear your lion skin, only me.”

It was his wife’s first demand and Hercules promised to honor it without even thinking. Responding with “I promise, you have my word.” Finding Hercules’ words to be true she told Hercules he could continue and he didn’t need to be told twice as he fully entered his cock inside (Name)’s virgin cunt both moaning a loud at the same time. (Name) felt like she was being ripped apart while Hercules felt like he was in a world of his own as he had already started moving his upwards making his wife moan without any control of her own and as the night progressed Hercules released all the love he had for in her sweet cunt over and over again.

With of course, his favorite position being (Name) laying down on her back with her arms criss crossed as he held them with his hands while getting a sweet view of her breasts while still wearing his nemean lion skin. Yes, Hercules told himself he would remember that position for the rest of his life as he watched her moan and cum on his cock as he fucked her to his heart’s content, watching her breasts move with his animalistic thrusts didn’t help either. Letting the words, “You’re such a good girl.” And “You’re so sweet.” And of course, “You’re my sweet princess.” Slip from his lips with the last words being “I’ll love you always.” As he drained all the cum from his cock inside (Name)’s cunt.

It was night neither would forget.

As the days turned into months, the two were known in Valhalla as the “sweet love birds”. Sometimes, when Buddha caught hold of the two he offered candy and the three would chat for awhile. Sometimes, Buddha would tease the two asking when the babies were coming but then turn around saying babies were a pain in the ass and that the two should take their time.

Hercules took Buddha’s advice until December.

Hercules took advantage of not having any missions and would cuddle with his wife while watching the snow fall in Valhalla. Of course there were days the two would just make love to each other. In the beginning (Name) didn’t believe it was possible for the honest and righteous god had a lustful bone in his body, that certainly wasn’t the case as she found Hercules was a very passionate lover.

Definitely an ass guy as he liked to grab a hold of her ass when they made love, and with those hands his (Name) moaned every time when he grabbed it. Of course, the princess grabbed a hold of his ass as well making him blush. Being playful, Hercules would wiggle his ass making the princess chuckle which was something he loved to hear. Whenever he was away on missions Aphrodite came to visit the now cheerful and in love wife just to teach her a few things in the bedroom.

“You have to keep Hercules on his toes, now let’s practice on blowjobs today.”

No matter how much Aphrodite visited and helped (Name) out, her bold comments always made her turn quite bashful. But in the end, when Hercules returned he was always amazed by his wife’s technique and if possible falling more In love with her. Especially, the blowjobs as he was always melted in her hands. Trying this position and that position the two were always a panting mess afterwards. Shower sex was also a thing as the two just couldn’t keep away from each other. Even a bit of role play was in order, with (Name) being the hero wearing Hercules’ lion skin with a club smaller and lighter club and Hercules being the one that needed “help” always ending with (Name) getting a nice reward.

“Let’s go again!”

“Again?! But that was the-“

Hercules cut off his wife by giving her a kiss and crawling on top of her with a smile.

“Now, now. I promised I would love you until morning and the sun is not up yet.. and besides I thought Aphrodite taught you some lessons.”

It seemed like (Name) fell right into her handsome husband’s hands as she shyly accepted, it was those sweet eyes of his.

Love and lust mixed well for the two as they were happy for the rest of their days, as they both found a new home in each other.

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#snv x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

[checanty]

The other week both my ancient (10 years!) winter coat and my beloved creepy tote bag (7 years) decided it was a good time to break. I have to admit I have been toying with the idea of getting a new coat already, especially as it’s growing pretty threadbare in general, but I also feel very strongly about making the things I already own last and let’s face it: I can get another 3 years or more out of that coat. And I do still like it. It’s just old and worn and looks like it. (But I’ll keep an eye open when I go thrifting from now on...) By tote bag has a special place in my heart as well because I ordered it from my own Society6 shop back in the days when I was new to being a pro illustrator and seeing your own work on a physical (and useful!) object is always very exciting! At the time I would have loved to order a bag for each of my artworks, but thankfully I did not, even though it was more money constrains than awareness for environmental issues that held me at bay. Nowadays I think a lot more about how our actions impact our planet, both because I love the natural world (which we imo mistakenly separate from our human ‘civilization’) and everything living in it (apart from ticks), but also because I’m worried about our--let’s face it: my own--future. I know that especially over here in the wealthy west we’re consuming we’re consuming far more than is sustainable. Thusly, whenever I’m promoting my print (and merch) shop, I’m a little bit torn. I of course want people to buy my art so I can make a living, but I also want to promote making conscious consumer choices aka not buying stuff on a whim or to make yourself temporarily feel better only to regret your purchase later, but being sure you actually want and will treasure something or really need something before clicking ’buy’. Anyhow, I’ll be using my tote bag until it fully disintegrates (and then I’ll probably use it to stuff a pillow :D). Some years ago I stumbled upon the concept of ‘visible mending’, which was primarily appealing to me because I’m pretty bad at sewing and not being able to make something look ‘as good as new’ kept me from pro-longing my clothes’ lives. However, most of the cute ‘visible mending’ examples feature nice embroidery and let me tell you: I also cannot embroider at all and ‘the mending has to look stylish’ is putting just as much pressure on myself as ‘it has to look new’. My takeaway, however, was that it’s okay if people can see that my clothes had holes once (and now very amateurish stiches). Caring for my belongings and making them last, reducing the amount of resources I use and not supporting fast fashion is part of my value system and I’m ok if people notice.

So now when something tears my measurement of mending success is whether or not I can use it again. Yes, I could have gone the extra step of at least buying some darker yarn to match my bag, but that extra step would have taken me weeks (not kidding. this stuff ends up on my ‘to do’ and will just never be done) to accomplish and my bag would have started to accumulate dust. Now it’s fixed and can go back to carrying groceries for me. I also sewed my coat button back on and the entire procedure took less than an hour and both items are back in use, hooray! Anyhow--I guess here’s a link to my Society6 shop. Please only buy when you’re willing to keep the purchase forever and ever!

#am I a lifestyle influencer now #visible mending #when I imagined writing this I thought it would be very meaningful and have a point #but I'm really just rambling #still figuring out how to make 'please buy my things but also don't buy things' work #as a marketing strategy

[string-of-beads]

I. First Snow

Fuck, it’s cold.

Even though it’s made of wool, your coat can’t keep out the apparent arctic temperatures of the Heath. Snowflakes fall, fat and fluffy, to the street and melt into ice during this November snowstorm. Your gloves have an annoying hole in the thumb. It doesn’t matter how many times you try to fix it, the hole will open and reopen. It makes your whole hand feel icy.

Jesus Christ. How long can one man take, really? I don’t give a damn what his last name is. I’m freezing my tits off and Arthur Shelby will have hell to pay if he makes me wait another 10 minutes and they turn to ice.

You continue to fume with this thought, the anger you feel towards the oldest Shelby that could result in you losing your greatest assets. When 15 minutes later, a clearly hungover Arthur stumbles up to the door of The Garrison. “Don’t say a damn thing,” he growls to you as he unlocks the door to the pub. “I’m surprised you even bothered showing up,”you purr back to him, walking inside, “Usually Arthur Shelby sends a kid to open the place up when he’s had a boozer. And in this weather? A miracle, honestly.”

He grunts in response clearly nursing a headache big enough to prevent him from scolding you for backchat. You hesitate hanging your coat up because of how totally freezing cold it is but Arthur goes to light a fire and you decide to just cope with a neat glass of whiskey. “Why did you come in today, Arthur? You look terrible.” You offer him a glass of whiskey and he swigs it back with a clear stab of pain in his head. He replies while rubbing at his eyes, “Gotta balance the books. Or at least look at ‘em. Tom'll be wanting to know what’s what.”

Is he coming here? Today? You haven’t been at The Garrison long, a few months at the most, maybe since Mabon. But damn, if Thomas Shelby doesn’t still scare the ever loving shit out of you. You mentally kick yourself for wearing this horribly plain ensemble; comfortable boots, a wool skirt, and a well-loved blouse that shows a bit of cleavage when you rest your breasts against your forearms but looks rather dowdy otherwise.

Arthur continues warming the pub up and getting out ledgers while you prepare the bar. You can tell he hasn’t eaten since yesterday by the way his hangover is abusing him and you’d hate to watch him puke his guts out on your freshly swept floors. It's late in the morning and you decide to think about a hot lunch on a cold day. So you send a shopping list of soup ingredients to the grocer.

You’ve just about settled into your routine; dusting glasses, taking inventory, maintaining the fire, etc, and nearly forgot about Thomas Shelby's impending visit when the door opens and Arthur calls out from his back office, “Oi, Tom! In the back here. I got all the books out for ya to see.” Thomas Shelby had spoken maybe a handful of words to you in your time as a barmaid here, all cordial but you kept your distance when possible. You avoid his gaze at all costs, people around here said it could turn you to stone. Not that you believe that but there’s something in those bright blue eyes that made your breath freeze.

You crouch below the bar, pretending to count bottles until he passes by you. However, his footsteps don’t walk into the back room. They stop. They stop right in front of where you ducked down and you hear his measured voice, “I’m sorry he was so late this morning.” You nearly crack your skull on the lip of the bar when you stand back up to look at Thomas Shelby. He terrifies you and excites you. He stands with his hat still on. The brim is covering his eyes. Like Medusa, you think stupidly.

“Arthur, I mean,” he continues observing your questioning eyes, “I feel partially responsible that he was late opening up this morning. I didn’t realize you had no keys of your own.” You look back down to the wood of the bar and away from him as he removes his hat and places his leather driving gloves inside it. He fumbles in his inside coat pocket and pulls out a key ring, separating two keys, and pulled them off the ring. "One is for the front door, the other is to get into Arthur's office. Here," he holds the keys in his open palm, "these will have to do until I can make replacements. That’s the only other set apart from Arthur’s. Please, don’t lose them.” You tentatively reach out and whisper, “Thank you, Mr. Shelby.” Your fingers brush briefly over the cool, dry skin of his hand, still pink from the bitter cold outside. That slightest touch sends shock through your body and goosebumps spread instantly over your whole body. You try not to shudder once you have the keys in your own, shaky, grip.

You don't think he notices your nerves as he returns his hands to his pockets and strides towards the back room but not before calling over his shoulder, “Call me ‘Tommy,’ love. Everyone does," Tossed over his shoulder like it was nothing. Your hands continue to shake as you take the keys and put them into the pocket of your coat. You return to the bar to try and follow your routine which was nearly done before Tommy walked in. No one has come in yet today but you’d figured as much considering the Almighty Thomas—Tommy—Shelby was coming into The Garrison, and it’s unlikely anyone would venture in till after lunch, just to be safe.

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Your soup is warming on the stove. Nothing grand but enough to warm bellies and stave off hunger. You take no pleasure in eavesdropping on the conversation happening in the back room so it startles you when you return from the kitchen to find Tommy Shelby sitting at the bar, smoking a cigarette. “Oh! I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t hear you. Uh... Would you like whiskey in the side room? No one's come in yet today so you have the first pick of everything." You hope the genial smile on your face will fight the blush burning at your cheeks. He purrs in reply, “No, love. I was wondering if you might give me a bit of company. It’s colder than a witch’s tit outside and whatever you’ve got in the back smells lovely.” Your your insides give a hard jolt at the simple compliment. “It’s just a soup, sir. I didn’t want your brother to work on an empty stom—“

He stops you, “'Tommy,' love. Please. No ‘sirs’ or ‘misters’ here. I’m just plain old ‘Tommy.’ Now, do you mind pouring me a bowl of that? I’m starving. Is there any bread in the kitchen?”

This takes you aback. Why would he be so familiar, with you of all people? You reply quickly but cautiously, “No, s— Tommy. No bread. I can get some if you’d like? Or have a lad get some?”

“No,” he states while fishing his gloves from his pockets, “It’s much too cold outside. I’ll find a loaf down the way and return in a bit. Wait for me, would you?” With swish of his coat the bell rings, the door opens, and Tommy Shelby walks out into the cold to find you a fucking loaf of bread.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #tommy x reader #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinder fanfic

[dgiacomo]

#munday ask So, I've just seen the last question and... what do you think about the cards?

In the fullarts, Momo seems pretty skinny. I thought his chubby sprite was caused by the Autumn Set.

He wears the winter set, but the yellow jacket could give some animation problems, couldn't it?

I don't know... your thoughts?

[The cards are drawn by different artists (and they didn't even get his shirt's sleeves right in 2 of them so I'm not sure how canon they can be considered XD)... I mean... Arven looks stocky in his concept sheet... stocky buff or something in his model... and then weedy on some of those cards so... I'm not entirely sure if the artists commissioned for the cards are really given all the deets/specifics... besides, when I designed Giacomo for this blog, I literally only had his in game model, the official concept sheet hadn't even been released yet. XD Mine's based on the game

This is an interesting question though and it actually ties in to other decisions I made on the blog - his outfit. He's actually wearing a very large version of the academy uniform... when you look at other thin characters in their uniform, the puffer vest is quite form fitting... I mean, just look at the player character in it for example!

Giacomo is just wearing the academy uniform shirt and puffer vest with some skinny joggers/sweats (literally, of all things (it's on the concept art sheet)) and a really large coat... The shirt hangs down quite far on him and, unlike Eri and the grunts, I don't think his uniform is modified besides changing the emblem out for Team Star's emblem...

I've hinted at it a couple times on the blog already, but this is what made me decide to have him heavier in the past. His uniform is huge on him. And it's said a few times in the game that you get assigned your uniform when you enrol... it's just sent to you in your size and that's what you get. So unless Giacomo has been around trading uniforms for some reason, that uniform fit him when he was assigned it...

Basically everything on this blog is based on a concept of "expanding canon" based on things I literally see, details I pick up on, things that are hinted upon... because it's fun to try and make all these things work, haha! XD If there are any details that exist, there's probably a game related reason why.

That aside, the examples I gave aren't ALL the cases, it's just a handful I had to hand from last time... the way he is animated in the game seems explicitly intentional, as in it's tweaked to make sure things don't clip where they can be seen and that things lay on each other right... they have put bones in his coat so that it shapes around his torso... It looks like he stands with his shoulder blades pointing inwards and his chest puffed, maybe to equalise how his torso looks? I dunno, but his arms are back, haha

It's not based on a physics engine seemingly (because the MMD model has his coat past the second bones hang with physics and sometimes it clips through him), the animations are made so that the coat doesn't clip through him.... most of the time. I feel like... if they wanted him to explicitly look really thin, they would have fixed the model/animation on hold shots like when you see him sitting on the Starmobile for the first time and when he's holding out the ball XD Maybe they don't care? Considering just how much detail they put into stuff like Larry's suit alone (which is crazy, I saw somebody's cool analysis and just, wow)... I don't think they would have overlooked stuff like that if they did care? But I dunno, personally, it's all speculation. Why did they make his clothes so large in the first place?

Besides, Giacomo seems to be Mela's opposite like Ortega and Eri seems to be opposites and Atticus and Penny seem to be opposites... but that's another rabbit hole entirely. XD

You're free to interpret him however you wish at the end of the day, though! It's not like my blog is law XD I'm just having fun exploring deeper... and those are my reasonings for him being how he is, canon or otherwise, hahaha!]

#munday

[comatosebunny09]

Boss!Kyojuro is puzzled when you saunter past his door, pushing a stroller. 

He comically pokes his head out of his office, watching you disappear behind your cubicle. Straightens his tie and fixes his cuffed sleeves, clearing phlegm from his throat. He waits for you to settle in—for the heavy plop of your handbag on your desk—before following you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

When he happens upon the top of your head hunkered over your keyboard and the infant snoozing beside you in the aforementioned stroller, Kyojuro lightly raps upon your wall. The jolt he receives in reply sends a pang of regret through him. By no means did he mean to startle you. In the few months he’s worked with you—he’d recently inherited the law firm from his late father—he’s noted that you tend to startle easily. A trait of yours he finds quite endearing. He wants nothing more than to tuck you in his coat pocket for safekeeping.

“Sir!” you chirp with eyes the size of dinner plates, your spine ramrod stiff against your swiveling chair.

Kyojuro bites back something between a laugh and a coo. You are absolutely adorable despite the grey bags hanging from your eyes and the exhaustion patterning your voice. Errant strands of hair jut from your otherwise slick updo. You’ve forgone makeup today, though the lack of it does nothing to detract from your beauty. A few buttons on your blouse are fastened in the wrong holes, and your slacks don’t wear their customary creases. You’re usually so put together. But, judging by the large cup of coffee clasped in your hand and the soiled burping cloth slung across your shoulder, he can only infer that you’ve had one hell of a night.

The blond casually leans against your cubicle with crossed arms, an omniscient smile tugging on his features. Firelight eyes flit to your precious cargo, nestled betwixt fuzzy blankets, a multicolored mobile dangling from the handle, whispering ocean sounds into his tiny ears. You trail after Kyojuro’s gaze. Reach out tender hands to cocoon your baby further in his makeshift cot, fondness briefly inhabiting your irises. Another one of your characteristics that makes Kyojuro’s stomach do somersaults. You’re so maternal, not just to your offspring but to those above and below you. 

Kyojuro affectionately recalls how you insisted he ate lunch after discovering he had a nasty habit of skipping meals. Work made him forgetful and neglectful of his body. He’d been laboring to undo all the damage his father had done. Though Kyojuro humbly declined your offer, you made it your mission to bring him home-cooked meals, regularly refusing to leave his office until he took at least one bite. And by the Gods, he could taste the love you poured into every morsel. He selfishly found himself “forgetting to eat” more frequently, hoping that you would feed him more often.

With a shrug and a sheepish hand rubbing your nape, you stutter out, “S-sorry,” your gaze fluttering everywhere except over your boss. “The daycare said he had a fever, so I had to pick him up a little early today. He’ll be with me for the time being until his father gets off.”

#kyojuro x reader #self indulgent #y/n is a single mom #moms need love too

[funnylittlelad]

Shelter From The Storm - Steddie

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summary: “Hello?” He answers.

“Hi, Eddie!” Jack’s voice rings out. 

Eddie blinks at nothing for a moment. 

“Jack? Does your dad know you called me?” He asks.

“No, he’s sad,” she says. 

“Wait, how did you know what to dial to call me?” 

“My emergency card,” she tells him like it should be obvious. 

wc: 13.4k

series tags/notes: Steddie Dadfic, single dad!Steve Harrington, Music Teacher!Eddie Munson, girl dad Steve, Jewish Eddie, Steve's parents are The Worst, mentions/talks about past abuse, complicated family dynamics, pretty Steve-centric, implied past suicide, talks about illness and death, Fluff, angst, mutual pining, slow burn.

Too much time passes and Eddie knows that. He’s so afraid of Steve rejecting him. He’s so afraid he’ll lay it all on the line, but it won't be enough. The hole is too deep and he’ll be buried down here. He hasn't spoken to anyone other than Wayne and Gareth about everything. Everyone else was Steve’s friend first and Jack's family. Doesn't seem fair to put anyone in that position. It's a week before he knows it. 

Friday is threatening to turn into Saturday. Eddie doesn't know if he can stand another weekend of Steve avoiding his eyes and mumbling his answers to him. He also doesn't know if he can handle getting turned down again when he tries to apologize. It hurts both of them. They each have a throbbing wound in the shape of the other where their hearts should be. Steve won’t start the conversation. Eddie is too much of a fucking coward to. It’s a dirty vicious cycle. 

Eddie lays on his stomach across his couch. The tv is on but his eyes are fixed on the miniatures that live on his coffee table. They’re still skewed from the way Jack left them. He hasn't had the heart to put them back. Eddie never thought he'd be the kinda guy to like a kid so much he misses them. Yet, here he is wishing he was hearing Jack’s little voices as she makes the little guys move around. The phone trilling causes him to shoot up on his knees, heart racing. It takes a second trill to register it as his phone. He takes it off of the hook on the table beside the couch.

“Hello?” He answers.

“Hi, Eddie!” Jack’s voice rings out. 

Eddie blinks at nothing for a moment. 

“Jack? Does your dad know you called me?” He asks.

“No, he’s sad,” she says. 

“Wait, how did you know what to dial to call me?” 

“My emergency card,” she tells him like it should be obvious. 

He doesn't know what an emergency card is, but the words emergency and sad drop his stomach to the floor. Heart-lurching memories flash before Eddie’s eyes of being left at school, walking home, and finding… No, Steve wouldn't, he reassures himself.

“Right, okay, is everything okay? You said your daddy is sad, is he okay? Do you need help?” Eddie rushes to ask as he frantically starts searching for everything he needs to leave. Shoes, wallet, and keys, but he struggles to find his jacket.

“He’s okay, he’s just crying. Can you come make him happy again?” She asks.

Eddie can hear Steve muffled and distant calling for her. He can still hear the thickness crying left in his voice. 

“Jack, where exactly are you calling me from?”

“My super secret hiding place,” she informs him proudly.

“Is that where you went when Max had to bring us to the store?”

“Yes! Can you come?” 

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll be there in a few minutes, alright?” 

“Okay… I think someone was mean to him,” she whispers into the phone. 

“Well, if they were, the two of us will go and beat them up, right?”

“Right!”

Eddie chuckles, settling on the only thing he can find. Steve’s work coat. He gets off the phone with Jack and rushes out into the bitter November evening air. The drive feels the longest it ever has. He’s going forty in a twenty-five, but it feels like a snail’s pace. When he finally comes upon Steve’s apartment building he sighs in relief. There’s no hesitation to go up. Not when Jack had literally called for him to. He knocks on the door without a thought. 

Steve answers, eyes puffy and cheeks flushed. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he sees Eddie.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” He questions.

“Uh- I- uh… fuck, I didn't really think about this at all,” he breathes a chuckle, “Jack called.”

“Jack called you?” He demands.

Before Eddie can respond, Steve is storming back into the apartment leaving the door open. Eddie follows him in as he lets out a stern Jacqueline Harrington. She finally comes out to the living room dressed in a set of maroon thermal pajamas. The phone is still in her hand and an index card with different color writing all over it is in the other. That same hand grips the wing of a little stuffed bat. Innocence is written all over her face. Steve’s hands find his hips. 

“Can you tell me why you called Eddie over here?” Steve asks her.

Her big dark eyes move over to Eddie and then back to her father. 

“You were sad,” she answers.

“I wasn't…,” Steve sighs, “Why did that make you call Eddie?”

“Because Eddie makes you happy,” she shrugs.

Steve sucks his lips into his mouth and drops his chin to his chest. He takes a measured breath before lifting his head, forcing a small smile at Jack.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” He tells her softly.

He takes the phone from her and places it on the coffee table. Then he takes the index card and places it next to the phone. Jack lets him scoop her up.

“Can Eddie goodnight me?” She asks.

Steve gives her another small smile. He looks over his shoulder at Eddie, the smile sticking.

“D’you wanna goodnight her?” 

Eddie’s mouth splits into a wide grin.

“‘Course I do! I’d never miss a chance to goodnight my favorite girl,” he answers.

He follows them into the bedroom. Steve’s hands are tender as they tuck her in. He pushes some wild red hair out of her face. When she giggles he smiles more.

“See!” She exclaims.

“What?” He chuckles.

“Eddie is here and you’re happy now!”

Eddie watches with bated breath. Steve glances at him over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

Steve gives her a kiss on the forehead, then the nose, and says goodnight, princess. She looks expectantly at Eddie. Steve stands and moves out of the way. Eddie finds himself nervous. 

“I’ve never done this in person before,” he realizes.

“It’s hard to do wrong,” Steve encourages.

“Knowing me, I’ll find a way,” he huffs a laugh. 

“Eddie,” Jack whines.  

“Sorry, sweet girl,” he apologizes with a warm smile. 

Eddie sits tentatively next to Jack on her bed. She smiles widely at him, her body doing a joyous little wiggle under her starry comforter. Eddie looks up at the bats on her wall. 

“Y’know, I got some like that,” he tells her like it's a secret. 

“You do?”

“I do. Wanna see’em?”

She nods vigorously. Eddie shrugs his arm out of the coat. It isn't until then that Steve realizes Eddie is wearing his work coat. His heart might as well be a hummingbird. Eddie shows her his usually covered arm. She’s seen his puppet master tattoo when his flannel sleeves were pushed up. They never went up high enough for the bats to really peak out. 

Eddie is almost never seen out of a flannel. He’s always appreciated a protective layer or two. It started when the bullying did. At first, it was a hoodie for some garage band in middle school. After that was his leather jacket he got for Chanukah one year. Then his leather jacket-jean vest combo in late high school. That stayed with him for a while after school too. It was an identifier. People knew to go to the guy in the leather jacket and jean vest to buy their drugs. 

When he stopped selling, he decided it was time to shed those layers. Having just a shirt is too vulnerable, though. The flannel gives him just enough to feel in control of who sees what parts of him and when. In his rush over he only took the coat, but that's okay. He knew he wouldn't need a flannel where he was going. He doesn't need a layer of protection from Steve, just from the cold outside.

“What are their names?” She asks him in awe.

“Y’know, I never named’em. Tell you what, you go to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy tomorrow and I’ll let you name’em next time you’re at the store,” he negotiates with a smile. 

“Really?” She asks excitedly.

“Really. Have fun dreamin’, sweetpea,” Eddie tells her softly.

He presses a light kiss on her forehead. When he stands he catches the gooey look Steve has directed at him. Maybe there's hope, he thinks. He shrugs the coat back on and follows Steve out to the living area. Steve closes the bedroom door softly. When he turns Eddie is standing in the middle of the room. Steve’s work coat hugs him, black sweatpants cover his legs, and his untied boots are on his feet. It’s the first time Steve really takes in what Eddie is wearing. Something tugs at his gut when he realizes the clear rush Eddie was in to get here.

“I’m sorry she called you,” he sighs.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. She said something about you being sad and an emergency card… I thought the worst for a second,” Eddie admits, voice strange and strangled.

“Yeah, she has this card I wrote everyone’s numbers on just in case. Everyone has a color so she knows who is who. It’s really only supposed to be for emergencies,” Steve explains.

“She said you were crying.”

Steve nods slowly.

“It’s been a tough day,” he answers.

“Has it been too tough for an apology?” Eddie ventures.

Steve’s warm honey eyes widen just a tad. Just enough to reveal the hope in them. 

“I think I can deal with an apology.”

Eddie smiles and nods toward the couch. They sit beside each other, but not too close. Both of them are nervous about how this may go. Eddie fiddles with his rings and wets his lips.

“I know I fucked up. I know I crossed a line and I dunno if I can ever uncross it. You needed someone to be on your side and I wasn't. I should've been… It’s hard to explain why I wasn't. I guess I was a little hurt. It felt like you didn't listen to me at all. Then when you mentioned bringing Jack to your parents’... I just thought about her in a house like mine as a kid. It really fucking scared me,” he shakes his head a bit,

“I didn't handle any of it right, though. I had no right to tell you what you can and can't do with her. I was too scared to remember that you’re the best father in the fucking world, Stevie. I should've trusted you to do what you know is right. I’m so fucking sorry,” Eddie apologizes with every ounce of sincerity he’s capable of. 

Steve swears he’s a puddle by the end. He wants to surge forward and kiss Eddie. It takes enormous strength not to. 

“I forgive you, Eds. I’m sorry I said you’re just her music teacher. You’re not. You’re more than that. You’re so much more than her music teacher,” Steve replies softly. 

A wavering smile takes over Eddie’s lips. Tears of utter happiness and relief threaten to pour.

“Can we go back to being friends, now? ‘Cause I really fuckin’ miss you two,” he exhales a laugh. 

A torn expression crosses Steve’s features. It’s enough to stop Eddie’s heart.

“Eds, I actually wanted to talk to you about that…”

The world is falling apart, he's sure of it. Eddie’s positive in a few moments there will be nothing left. Nothing, but him and the awful feeling sitting in his gut that Steve wants nothing to do with him still. 

“Look, if you're gonna tell me you don't want to anymore, it’s okay. I-I can go, but I dunno if I can hear it,” he blurts out anxiously. 

Steve is taken aback. He blinks in confusion for a moment as he processes Eddie’s words. 

“What? No, Eddie, I don't want to be friends with you be-” 

“Steve, please I ca-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie, I’m in love with you!” Steve spits out half laughing.

Eddie’s mouth falls open. His eyes are large chocolate saucers that search Steve’s face. Red floods his cheeks. Steve can't help smiling as Eddie continues to stare at him in astonishment. The longer he goes without saying anything the more nervous Steve grows.

“Please, say something,” he basically begs quietly. 

Eddie takes a stuttering breath. Steve hadn't even noticed he stopped breathing. Only Eddie can't find words. There aren’t enough words to express how he feels. He decides to let his actions speak for him. Eddie’s lips are on Steve’s hot and quick, hands digging into his soft hair. Steve makes a noise of pleasant surprise against Eddie’s mouth. His own hands grab onto Eddie’s forearms. The kiss breathes life back into Steve’s lungs. It lifts years of weight off his shoulders and lets him relax. Right here, right now, the center of the universe is where Eddie’s lips meet his.

When he pulls back, Eddie keeps his hands in Steve’s hair. The tops of their foreheads stay pressed together. Steve looks at him through his lashes, flushed and dazed. Eddie smiles with the tip of his tongue between his teeth. 

“I’m in love with you too, Stevie,” he says, voice dripping in affection. 

Steve presses another, shorter kiss to Eddie’s lips. Then another, and another, and another. Eddie starts to laugh against Steve’s lips as he continues. Steve falls into laughter with him.

“I've wanted to do that for so long,” he admits.

“Me too,” Eddie chuckles. 

“I wish I could invite you to stay the night,” he sighs. 

Eddie offers him an understanding smile.

“It's alright. One day we can have a sleepover at my place. Jack can take the guest room,” he suggests.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Steve agrees.

They take another moment to absorb each other. It's all so much, but so good. Then Eddie catches the residual puffiness around Steve’s eyes and remembers why he came in the first place. 

“Why were you crying earlier?” He asks softly.

Steve didn't think it would be possible to frown right now. That question proves him wrong, though.

“My dad gave me an ultimatum. I should’ve seen it coming, honestly. This is the game he plays. I guess it just finally broke me,” he explains with a sigh. 

“What's the ultimatum?”

Steve looks unsure. He hesitates, fearing Eddie’s reaction. What if all this disappears into smoke and Eddie goes back to making him feel like an awful dad? He swallows those thoughts. 

“Either I bring Jack tomorrow, or she doesn't get the money.”

Eddie’s nostrils flare. Panic spikes in Steve’s chest for a second. He doesn't get mad, though. He doesn't get hurt. He doesn't seem confused or upset. No, Eddie settles a tender gaze on Steve’s face.

“What d’you need from me, Stevie?”

Eddie never thought he’d find himself at the Harrington residence ever again. The last time he was here he was holding a stash box full of inventory. This time he’s carrying Jack on his shoulders. They hover outside not far from the car. Steve is very visibly anxious about the entire thing. Seeing Jack here is nauseating. He hasn't even really told her what they're doing, unable to figure out how. His skin takes on a sallow complexion as he thinks about his father’s eyes on Jack. 

“All you have to do is say the word and she's out of here,” Eddie reminds him.

“Is this a terrible idea?” Steve all but whispers.

Eddie offers Steve a small smile. He grabs Steve’s hand for an extra layer of comfort. 

“You’re making a hard decision in a complicated situation to try to better your daughter’s future. There’s nothing terrible about that, even if it might feel terrible,” Eddie tells him. 

Steve sprouts an anxious smile. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, loving that he’s allowed to. They haven't talked about what this means yet. Which means Jack certainly isn't aware anything has changed. Steve wants to kiss Eddie more, but that's still out of reach. 

“I’m scared, Eds,” he admits.

“Don't be scared, Daddy. Me and Eddie will beat up people mean to you,” Jack reassured him.

Steve chuckles. Jack is resting her head on top of Eddie’s. It's one of Steve’s favorite things that she does. He loves seeing tangible examples of how comfortable, how at home, she is with Eddie. 

“I know you will, princess… Jack, I want to ask you something, but it's a big girl question. So, I need you to really listen and ask me questions if you don't understand, okay?” Steve asks softly as he takes Jack from Eddie’s shoulders. 

He places her on her feet and kneels down to be at eye level with her. She has such a serious face. It makes her look older and it strikes Steve just how big she’s gotten. Even just since knowing Eddie. Time is moving faster than Steve can hold onto. Does he want to waste any more of it on the people in this house? 

“Okay,” Jack nods. 

“Okay,” Steve sighs, “Do you remember, a while ago, when you asked me about my mom and daddy?”

She nods.

“Well, I do have a mom and daddy, but they… they aren't very nice to me. Actually, they’re pretty mean to me. They bullied me- kind of like Oscar last school year. Am I making sense?” He checks in.

She nods once more, impressing Steve with her serious little stature. Eddie watches fondly as Steve makes another difficult decision. How honest should he be with his six-year-old daughter?

“When you were born I took you away from them so they couldn't be mean to you too. Now, they've promised not to be mean to you. I’m telling you this because they're inside that house right now,” he points at the front door.

Jack follows his finger and really takes in the house in front of her. Her dark eyes flit all over as if she's trying to figure out a puzzle. To his surprise, she starts to move toward it. Steve gently grabs her arm to stop her.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a chuckle.

“I’m going to beat them up,” she states plainly.

Eddie barks a laugh, clutching his stomach. Steve can't help his own laugh. Jack looks absolutely offended.

“Don't laugh at me!” She protests.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl, you're just so cute all we can do is laugh sometimes,” Eddie tucks a loose curl behind her ear.

Thanks to Eddie, Jack’s hair is more soft and defined than ever. Her hair almost takes on a life of its own at this point. Every movement on her part contributes to some movement or bounce on her hair’s. 

“As much as I would love to see it, you can't beat them up, Jack,” Steve tells her.

She pouts and crosses her arms.

“Listen, okay? They promised they wouldn't be mean to you. My dad is very sick so he asked to see yo-”

“No,” she interrupts. 

Steve blinks at her in surprise.

“You didn't let me finish.”

“I don't care. If they’re mean to you, I don't wanna see them,” she states. 

“Jack, there's more for you to know-”

“No!”

“You don't want to hear why?”

She shakes her head, hair flying wildly. Steve inhales and exhales slowly.

“Okay, I wasn't expecting that,” he mumbles as he stands once more.

“She’s one tough cookie,” Eddie comments.

“Should I really let her make this decision?” Steve frowns.

Eddie swallows with uncertainty. He glances down at Jack who’s glaring at the house. Then his eyes move back to Steve's torn face. 

“Are you asking for my opinion?” He asks tentatively.

“Yeah, I mean… She’s six and this is a lot of money. This is a big deal. What do you think?”

Eddie gives Steve a set of knit brows and a small ghost of a frown. His eyes move back to Jack. Eddie gets down on a knee to be at eye level with her. He places a hand on her shoulder to grab her attention. There are flames behind the dark of her eyes. 

“I need you to really listen to me, okay? I want to beat them up too, but your daddy is in a very hard spot. If we do this for him we’d be helping him a whole lot. If we do, we both have to be on our best behavior, alright? We can come up with a secret code that you can tell me if you want me to bring you back out to the car. You don't even have to talk to anyone if you don't want to, but you would be doing a very brave thing by helping your daddy like this,” he pleads the case gently. 

A pout-like frown takes over her face.

“Will you have to be brave too?” She asks.

“Oh, princess, going in there is like storming into a castle to battle a dragon. We're all gonna need to be brave. I don't know if I’ll be able to be as brave as I need to without you, though. Do you think you can help me?” He gives her wide begging eyes, tucking his chin in a bit to give them a puppy dog-like quality. 

“What if I can't be brave?” She asks furrowing her brows.

Eddie thinks about an answer for a second. He doesn't know what gives him the idea, but he takes the bandana always tucked in his back pocket. With a gesture for her to turn around, Eddie ties the bandana around her head. A couple of loose curls still fall in her face, but mostly her hair puffs out the back. The bandana is a stark black against the red of her hair with a white paisley pattern. It goes with the rest of her outfit of a black long-sleeve under a deep green quarter zip. Her denim is a darker wash and those vans that are beginning to look worse for wear are at home on her feet. 

“There, now you have my lucky bandana,” he tells her.

Her little hands go up to feel the fabric on her head with wonder.

“What’s it for?”

“Well, I’m too old for it to work now, but when I was younger it helped me feel braver than I thought I was. As long as you’re with us and you got that on your head, we can do anything,” Eddie smiles at her. 

A smile takes over her features as well. Then she cups her hands against Eddie’s ear and whispers something Steve can't hear. Eddie’s eyes flash up to him briefly. They find Steve watching him like Eddie is hand poking the stars into the sky. Then they're gone and Steve is left wondering what she said. Eddie smiles and nods at her. 

“Okay,” Jack nods with all the seriousness of a war general before turning to Steve, her hands on her hips, “We can slay the dragons.”

Eddie smiles proudly up at Steve who still can't stop pouring every ounce of love into every look thrown Eddie’s way. Eddie lifts Jack back up onto his shoulders and holds his hand out for Steve. This time when Steve's fingers slot into Eddie’s he can feel the grasp strengthen him. Having Jack and Eddie ready as the first and last line of defense makes him feel like he stands a chance. 

“Ready?” Eddie asks.

“No, but let’s get this over with,” Steve sighs.

The few moments it takes for Steve’s mother to answer the door is gut-twisting. He wills her not to answer at all. Or, better yet, answer and tell him his father is dead. Eddie brings Steve’s hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. It’s so quick but steels over his resolve. 

“Me too,” Jack pats Eddie’s cheek.

He chuckles as he brings Steve’s hand up to her. She places her own soft kiss on the back of his hand. Steve is suddenly sure he can handle anything. His mother is too happy when she answers. She greets Jack, who simply stares at her. It takes a lot not to laugh. Her smile twitches but doesn't drop. Jack takes in the interior with giant eyes. It occurs to Steve that she’s never been in a house this big before. Grandma and Grandpa Buck’s is the biggest and that's only a three-bedroom Cape Cod.  

“So, how old are you, Jacqueline?” His mother asks brightly as she grabs some glasses of water.

Her eyes go to where Steve and Eddie's hands are together every few moments. He waits for her to say something, anything about it in front of his kid. The look in his eyes likely warns her not to. Jack’s face scrunches.

“That's only my name if I’m in trouble,” she tells her matter of factly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. You’re not in trouble here,” she coos in a baby voice that makes Eddie cringe.

Eddie can remember one time he spoke to Jack like that, and it hadn't even really been serious. She nearly bit his finger off.

“I know,” Jack tells her like she's dumb. 

Steve’s mom chuckles awkwardly.

“Right, of course. So- um, how old are you, Jackie?” She tries again.

“That isn't my name. My name is Jack.”

Steve’s mom looks at him like she's expecting him to say something. He simply raises his eyebrows and shrugs. There's no world where Steve would tell his daughter not to stand up for herself. No matter who it's against. 

“Right, Jack. I’m sorry,” she turns her attention to Eddie, “I don't believe we've met. I’m Marsha.”

“No, we haven't,” Eddie answers. 

Steve can tell his mom is getting ticked off. He can see it in the way the corners of her mouth twitch. It kind of thrills him. There's no competition happening, but Steve feels like he’s winning for once. 

“You have such pretty hair, Jack. I bet you have so much fun with it,” Marsha is doing that baby voice again. 

“Are you stupid?” Jack questions.

Eddie full-on chokes on his water, some of it spilling from his nose as he gasps for air. Steve slaps a hand to his mouth in disbelief. He’s never heard Jack talk to someone like that before. Now, he knows he has to correct the behavior, but his mother's reaction makes it so hard to do. She stares with an open mouth like Jack slapped her. 

“I- I’m sorry?” is all she can squeak out.

“You talk like you're stupid,” Jack shrugs.

“Okay, Jack, I think that’s enough,” Steve struggles to get out as he fights back laughter. 

“Why is she talking to me like that?” Jack turns her attention to Steve.

He shoots his mom a look.

“It's best to talk to her like she's, y’know, a person,” he informs her.

Eddie gives Jack’s calf a squeeze as he recovers. Jack taps Eddie’s cheekbone.

“What’s up, menace?” he asks, looking up at her the best he can.

“I need to go potty.”

Eddie moves owlish eyes over to Steve. 

“Do you mind?” They ask in unison. 

A smile breaks out on Steve’s face. Eddie can't contain his own.

“Last door on your left,” Steve points down the hallway. 

He watches them go. Jack hugs Eddie’s head while Eddie laughs. He holds onto her legs as he does a funny walk to jostle her around. The movement causes her to giggle madly. His mother’s eyes are on him, he can feel them. Steve just continues watching the two people he cares about most in the world. Then, the door shuts behind them with one last smile from Eddie. There are no more distractions. Steve meets his mother’s judgemental gaze.

“She could use some discipline,” she tells him.

“I don't need your opinion on what my daughter could use,” he says tersely.

“Who is that man you let take her into the bathroom?” She questions.

The mere idea of her implicating anything about Eddie that way sends anger flaring across Steve's skin. His grip on his water tightens so much he’s surprised the glass doesn't shatter. 

“Eddie, if you must know,” he answers.

“And who is Eddie to her? I hardly think it's appropriate-”

“Don’t even think about suggesting Eddie has anything other than Jack’s best interest in mind. He's done more for her than you ever will,” he snaps.

He watches his mom exhale sharply through her nose and accept defeat. She crosses her arms in a last line of defense. 

“I’ll bring you to your father when they come back out,” she states coolly.

Steve just nods and sips his water. He thinks she might be trying to weaponize the silence. There's a sense that she's trying to make him feel guilty. It doesn't work even a little bit, but he has to commend her for trying. When they come back out, Jack is still on Eddie’s shoulders. Steve has a feeling she’ll be up there as long as they're in here. Up there she feels big, she can see everything, and she has Eddie to protect her. Steve catches a warm smile that Eddie tosses his way. 

They follow his mother upstairs. She goes to open the door, but Steve stops her. He turns to Jack and Eddie.

“Jack, we’re going to meet my daddy now, okay?” Steve studies her face. 

She reaches back and runs her fingers over the leftover bit of bandana from the knot. Her face becomes stern as she nods. Steve can't help his smile. 

“He’s very sick, so he might look a little scary. You just tell Eddie if you want to go,” he tells her softly.

“I’m okay, Daddy. I’m ready,” she assures him.

“‘Course you are, you’re the bravest little girl I know,” he smiles.

He nods for his mom to open the door. His dad is awake and already smiling when they enter. Steve wants so badly to wipe the smile from his face. It isn't a smile of excitement, or love, or even friendly acknowledgment. No, he knows he won the game. He won and he’s letting Steve know it. Steve’s jaw clenches. Eddie notices and takes his hand once more, not caring who is in the room to see. 

“I’m glad to see you made the right decision,” he greets feebly. 

“I’m sure you are,” Steve replies dryly.

“And who is this?” He looks at Eddie.

“Eddie Munson. I’m Jack’s music teacher,” Eddie answers with a wicked smile.

Steve rolls his eyes fondly. 

“He’s my friend and he’s here for Jack. The second she doesn't want to be here anymore she doesn't have to be, got it?” Steve jerks his chin at his father.

“I can’t stop you from doing as you please, Steven.”

“So, what now? I brought her here, now what?” He asks.

“Now, you can leave as we get to know each other.”

The silence that takes over the room is palpable. Eddie’s hand tightens around Steve’s. Steve’s free hand trembles in anger. 

“No,” he says firmly.

“Steven, I told you I wanted to get to know-”

“So, do it. We're not going anywhere. I’ll die before I let her be alone in a room with you,” he spits venomously. 

“This is the only way to receive the money.” 

Eddie is frozen. His grip on Steve's hand is white knuckle, but Steve doesn't flinch. Jack’s hands are buried in his hair. He can feel the anxiety in her little body around his head and it aches in his chest. She doesn't understand what's going on, but she's nervous. Maybe he should make the call. 

“Why are you mean?” Jack questions.

Again, the room stills for a moment.

“What?” is all Steve’s dad can ask.

“My daddy says that people are mean because they don't understand something, they’re afraid of something, or they're secretly really sad. Why are you mean?” She elaborates.

Steve always loved seeing how stunned people are at how smart and articulate she is. His father is no exception. If anything, it's more satisfying. 

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you,” his father comments, “Perhaps we should have stayed involved. We could have made sure this one was raised properly.”

“Steve is the best father there is. Everything he does is for this amazing little girl on my shoulders. He’s raising the smartest, funniest, and most loving human being I know. If there's one thing Steve is doing it’s raising Jack properly. Not that you care or it's gonna matter here,” Eddie bites.

Steve’s father’s eyes float between him and Eddie. They don't even hitch on their clasped hands. Eventually, they settle coldly and distantly on Steve.

“It might seem nice now, but bringing this lifestyle around your daughter will only do her harm,” he warns.

“This lifestyle has a name. It’s Eddie and, whether you like it or not, he'll always be part of your granddaughter’s life. You, on the other hand, will die never having been,” Steve tells him ice cold. 

“Eddie won't ever hurt me,” Jack yells at Steve’s father, “He loves me like daddy does and you don't hurt people you love!”

“That’s right, sweet girl,” Eddie confirms. 

“If you won't fulfill my request then we have nothing more to discuss here,” Steve's father states monotonously.

“You’re the worst person!” Jack snaps at him.

“Jack-” Steve starts to attempt to calm her down.

“Daddies are s’pose to be nice and fun and love you! You’re so mean! You're mean to my daddy and you make him sad all the time. You’re a bully just like Oscar and I don't like you. I’ll never like you because you made my daddy sad. You’re the one that's done wrong, not me! You should be like my daddy and Eddie. You're the worst person ever!” She rants angrily on Eddie's shoulders.

Steve’s heart nearly explodes. He wants to squeeze Jack and cry into her hair. He wants to tell her how much he loves her and always will. That no matter what, he would always choose her. Even if he could go back, he would always choose to be her father. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Steve says and pulls Eddie’s hand for him to follow.

They make it to the car, but not in it before anyone speaks. Eddie puts Jack down on her feet. She still has her round little features fixed into stern lines. Steve runs a hand through his hair as he processes everything that just happened. 

“Jack, you were a badass!” Eddie cheers. 

“The bandana made me brave!” she tells him, excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

“Yeah, it did! You were the bravest! Tell you what, you keep that bandana. That way you’ll always be brave when you need to be,” Eddie beams at her.

Jack turns a dazzling smile onto Steve.

“I was brave, Daddy!” she exclaims.

Steve’s heart squeezes at the sight of her. He didn't know how much love he had to give until Jack. He didn't know how much love he never received until Jack. 

“You were so brave! I’m so proud of you, Jack,” Steve says, soft and gooey. 

“Hugs!” She demands cheerily. 

Chuckling, Steve scoops her up. He and Eddie squish her between them. Steve buried his face half in Jack’s hair and half in Eddie’s neck. It's the only place he ever wants to be. 

“What d’you guys say to a sleepover at my place tonight?” Eddie suggests.

Steve smiles down at Jack.

“What d'you think, Jack?” 

She looks like the secrets of the universe have just been revealed to her.

“Sleep at Eddie's?” She asks in amazement.

“Yeah, we can watch some movies, play some games, maybe I can even show you how I play with the little guys,” Eddie says with a smile. 

“You're going to turn my kid into a D&D nerd, aren't you?” Steve teases.

“Harrington, I hate to break it to you, but the D&D nerd is already in there. I just plan to bring it out,” Eddie flashes a mischievous grin.

“Where will we sleep?” Jack wonders.

“Well- uh…” Eddie turns panicked eyes to Steve. 

“Eddie has another room you can sleep in,” Steve tells her.

“What about you?”

“Um, well, I think I’m gonna share a room with Eddie tonight. You were so brave today I think you deserve your own room for a night, don't you?” Steve raises his eyebrows as he convinces her.

For a moment, he expects her to say no. She's never slept in a room alone all night before. Not because Steve wanted it that way, but because necessity beat tradition in their living situations. To his relief, a wide smile breaks out on her face. She does a happy dance complete with celebratory noises that make them laugh. 

“I get a big girl room!” She sings as Eddie helps her into the car.

When Eddie gets into the front, Steve’s right hand immediately finds his thigh. Eddie takes his hand with a smile. Jack sings along to the song that's playing on the radio, which leads Steve to. To Steve’s surprise, Eddie eventually starts singing too. It’s the first time driving away from his parents’ that Steve isn't agonizing over every interaction with them. Instead, he’s looking to the future. 

Jack packs her own bag. It’s full of toys she can't go a night without. Steve packs another, with the things she actually needs. Eddie is embarrassingly excited. The smile hasn't left his face. He can't wait to have his two favorite people in his space all night long. He can't wait to say goodnight instead of goodbye. He can't wait to wake up in the morning to Steve’s face. Fuck, is he excited to cling to Steve in bed for as long as humanly possible. 

Jack shows Eddie her bag as Steve double-checks that they have everything. Eddie nods diligently as she explains each item. Her favorite truck that Hopper got her, a hand-me-down baby doll from Nancy that she calls Professor Peanutbutter, a small handmade blanket weaved from pastel rainbow yarn, and a stuffed bat called Fidget she claims was born with her. 

She unloads her stuff in the guest room immediately. The room itself is plain, but that doesn't matter to Jack. Its walls are light gray. A couple of Eddie’s posters from when he was in high school cling to the walls. A full-sized bed with flannel sheets and a flannel comforter sticks out into the middle. There are a couple of nightstands and a matched wooden dresser to complete the room. 

They leave her to it, but keep the door open so they can hear her excited chatter to herself. It brings a smile to both of their faces.

“How do you feel about chicken for dinner?” Eddie asks.

“From where?”

“From Ristorante ala Munson.”

“Sounds fancy,” Steve chuckles.

“Oh, it's the fanciest. They don't even let you in if you’re not dressed to the nines,” Eddie tells him far too seriously. 

“I think I need to change then,” Steve looks down at his old faded t-shirt and sweatpants. 

“No need, Stevie. You make anything look good enough to get you in,” Eddie smirks and tilts his head toward him suggestively. 

Steve’s face glows bright red. Eddie has an arm over the back of the couch behind Steve. They're doing a very good job of keeping enough distance to not elicit any questions from Jack. However, in the privacy of Eddie’s apartment, it’s only getting harder to do so. Getting Steve nice and flustered satisfies Eddie enough until he can get him into bed later. 

“You didn't tell me Jack is a twin,” Eddie changes the subject to kindly allow Steve to breathe again.

“If Jack were a twin I think I’d be bald by now,” Steve chuckles. 

“Touché,” Eddie laughs, “I’m talking about her little bat. She told me it was born with her.”

“She’s had it since she was born,” Steve explains. 

“Where’d she get it?”

“Uh- her mom, actually,” he explains awkwardly, “Before they were discharged she got it for her from the hospital gift shop. Jack doesn't know who got it for her, though.”

Eddie gives him a soft, understanding smile. He leans forward and gives Steve a brief chaste kiss. Steve follows Eddie when he pulls back to seek more. Eddie is about to oblige when Jack comes racing out of the guest room. Her star print pajamas are a blur.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” She chants as she clambers onto his lap. 

“Hey, what’s up, trouble?” He lets out a delighted little giggle that absolutely melts Steve’s insides.

“Can you show me how you play with the little guys now?” she asks with big dark eyes.

“I’d love to! C’mon, I’ll let you pick out a set of dice,” Eddie beams.

He stands up, lifting her with him. Steve watches in adoring amazement as Eddie swings her around to his back so she can climb up onto his shoulders. It’s like they’ve done it this way a million times before. Steve silently hopes they’ll have the chance to do it a million more. He hopes Eddie doesn't realize raising a kid full-time is too much at this age. He hopes Eddie loves them enough to try despite that. 

Steve has the terrifying thought that he doesn't want to keep doing this without Eddie. When it was just him and Jack things were great. They made an imperfect little family. With Eddie, however, it's perfect. Everything feels right. Seeing him with Jack gives Steve the sensation that he’s where he was always meant to be. On this couch watching the person he loves and his daughter talk D&D. 

Eddie brings her into his room. There are a few minutes of talking that Steve can’t really make out. Then, they come back out. This time Jack is walking. She has a little black drawstring bag in her hand.

“Daddy, look! Eddie gave me dice so I can play the little guy game like him!” she rushes up excitedly.

“Did he give them to you or let you borrow them?” Steve questions, glancing at Eddie.

Jack has been known to intentionally misunderstand the difference between the two. 

“I gave them to her. I have plenty,” Eddie waves him off. 

Jack climbs onto Steve’s lap despite the entire couch being free. Steve has no complaints. She opens the bag to show off her new dice set. There are a handful of sleek smoky gray dice with golden numbers on each side. She shows Steve each individual one despite not really knowing the difference. He oos and aahs at each. Eddie then lets her pick a little guy to play as. She chooses a tiefling cleric that sits on the television stand. Eddie figures it’s easier to keep with the chosen character’s sheet.

Steve watches them for a while. They sit on the floor on either side of the coffee table. Eddie is doing an excellent job of breaking the basics down for her to understand. Steve was admittedly a little worried it wouldn't hold her attention. Boy, was he wrong. She eats up every single D&D-related word. An hour goes by with only Steve to notice. After another thirty minutes and a few dice rolls, Steve decides to make dinner. He knows Eddie planned to, but it's getting late and he really doesn't want to disturb them. 

Quietly, Steve looks around Eddie’s kitchen for everything he needs. Cooking in a kitchen with more than one counter is a luxurious experience. Especially without a kid running around his legs. While Jack and Eddie have their moment of bonding, Steve gets a moment of peace. He gets to enjoy the sounds of Jack playing in the other room without the worry of what she's doing. It’s the nicest night Steve has had in a very long time. He’s almost done when Eddie wanders in curiously. 

“Hey, that was s’pose to be my job. What kind of host am I if you're the one cooking?” He whines playfully. 

“You two were having fun and I don’t mind,” Steve shrugs. 

He puts the last piece of grilled chicken on the plate beside him. There's a pot of rice simmering on the stove. Eddie gets out plates and utensils for them.

“You probably did better than I could've anyway,” Eddie smiles. 

Steve can't help it. He takes hold of the back of Eddie’s head and crashes their lips together. Eddie’s hands make a home on Steve’s waist as he leans further into the kiss. It sends a line of firecrackers popping across Steve’s skin. 

“I'm hungry,” Jack announces from the doorway.

Steve and Eddie fly apart, breathing heavily as if they just got caught by a teacher in the high school stairwell. They exchange a worried look before turning their eyes back to Jack. She doesn't seem phased at all, just expectant.

“Good news, I just finished making dinner,” Steve recovers before Eddie. 

He makes Jack her plate and brings her out to the table. When she's set up with her food, Steve goes back to the kitchen for his own. Eddie is still standing there with wide eyes. Steve offers him a smile.

“I think… we need to talk before we go out there,” Steve states softly. 

Eddie simply nods. Steve continues nervously.

“I don't know what we’re doing here exactly, but I want to be with you. I get it if you don't want to commit to someone with a kid-”

“Whoa, where did you get that idea? Steve, I love Jack. I love her probably more than I should considering she isn't my kid. You never have to worry about you being a father or Jack putting me off. I want to be with you too. I want to be with both of you,” Eddie tells him earnestly. 

It’s everything Steve wants and needs to hear. The smile that finds his face is blinding. Eddie once again can see Jack in his features. 

“That mean you’re my boyfriend, Munson?” Steve teases, stepping closer.

Eddie hooks his fingers into Steve’s sweatpants pockets. He tugs him forward until their bodies are pressed together.

“That means I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Stevie. As long as I get you two, I don't care what that makes me,” he says quietly, breath caressing Steve’s face.

They're kissing again before either of them knows it. It takes an enormous amount of willpower to pull away and eat dinner. Jack doesn't ask any questions as they eat. She rattles on about all the cool new things Eddie has taught her. Eddie and Steve keep their ankles locked together under the table. Now that they have each other, they never want to let go. 

She shows Steve her little guy, Lloyd. When Steve shoots Eddie a questioning look, Eddie simply shrugs. Jack tells him about her different spells, a lot of healing since she’s a cleric. Her eyes go giant when Eddie mentions there are bards. Her mouth splits into a smile as he tells her they play music to fight and cast magic. 

“They're just like me!” She exclaims.

Eddie laughs and promises to help her change her cleric to a bard. Steve just listens on fondly, not really getting what they're talking about but loving every second of it. Then Jack makes a sudden change of subject that gives them both pause.

“Why were you kissing before?” She asks, watching them both intently. 

They meet eyes briefly. Steve gives Eddie’s nervous expression a reassuring smile. People being gay isn't new to her, not with Robin around. The real question isn't will she accept them for being gay. It’s will she accept them being together? Steve can't see why she wouldn't, but Eddie can only see why she wouldn’t. What if Jack likes things the way they are? What if she doesn't want Steve and Eddie hanging out more or being affectionate? Eddie’s heart races with the anxiety of Jack rejecting him, more so than it did for Steve. 

“Jack, you really like Eddie, right?” Steve asks.

“I love Eddie,” she answers easily. 

It warms Eddie’s heart and allows it to slow a bit.

“How would you feel if Eddie and I spent more time together?”

Her eyebrows furrow and a pout appears. Eddie’s heart slams to a stop.

“Without me?” She asks, sounding sad as can be.

“Well, maybe sometimes, but most of the time we’d like you there too,” Steve tells her softly. 

Her face scrunches up.

“Will you always be kissing?” 

Both Steve and Eddie laugh.

“No, not always. Kissing might be something we start to do more of, though. Are you okay with that? With us spending time together and kissing?” Steve tries to hide the anticipation. 

A thoughtful expression takes over her features.

“So, you'd be like Joyce and Hop?” 

“Yes, but Eddie will still live here and we’ll still live in our apartment. Nothing else will change,” he assures her. 

“Okay,” she shrugs and continues eating.

Steve blinks at her a few times before looking at Eddie. He looks just as surprised.

“O-Okay? That's it?” Steve checks.

Jack gives another little shrug.

“Eddie already told me he loves you,” she says matter-of-factly.

Steve whips his head to look at Eddie. Eddie gives Jack a stare of betrayal. 

“You did?” Steve asks him.

“Uh- y-yeah, I guess technically I did, but I didn't think that's how she’d take it,” Eddie explains quickly. 

Steve cocks an eyebrow for further elaboration. 

“Before we went into your parents’. She asked me if I was being brave because I love you. I didn't know she meant… I thought she would take it in a more platonic sense, but… I guess not,” Eddie is clearly a little flustered.

Steve laughs, to Eddie’s relief. He was half afraid Steve would be mad. 

“Kids tend to be more observant than we give them credit for,” Steve comments.

“What’s pladonick?” Jack asks.

“Platonic, it means being friends,” he tells her.

“I'm really sorry, Stevie,” Eddie frowns.

“What, why?”

“I shouldn't have- that wasn't my place to tell her that,” he sighs.

Eddie is being harder on himself than Steve ever would. He just keeps thinking about the last time he crossed a line and how badly he doesn't want to do that again. 

“Eds, it’s really okay. She asked you about your feelings and you were honest. There's nothing wrong with that,” Steve comforts him. 

“I didn't like out you or something to her?”

To Eddie’s surprise, Steve lets out a small snort.

“No, Jack doesn't really get the concept of coming out. With Robin around being gay has always just been a fact of life. It's not something she’s really ever questioned,” Steve explains with a smile.

Eddie nods thoughtfully.

“I know I’ve said it before, but you have the coolest kid I’ve ever met,” he says.

“Yes, he does,” Jack agrees with a nod.

Steve and Eddie fall into laughter. Dinner moves on to lighter topics. Jack isn't phased when Eddie’s arm ends up around Steve's shoulders. She isn't alarmed when Eddie invades Steve’s personal space for the sake of a joke. Actually, Jack looks happy, she looks normal. She looks like this is everyday life for her. Eddie finds himself hoping that one day it will be.

She looks tiny in the full bed and it swells Eddie’s heart. He and Steve sit on either side of Jack to goodnight her together. Eddie tucks her in on one side while Steve tucks her in on the other. She giggles wildly as they do. They end the entire process by kissing her on either cheek at the same time. Once the door clicks shut, Steve is on Eddie like a starving man who’s just seen a full-course meal. It’s everything. Being in Eddie’s arms, surrounded by nothing but him, and drowning in the feeling of their lips moving together is everything. 

Eddie manages to move them to his bedroom. It’s Steve’s first time getting a good look at it. He imagines it's similar to what Eddie’s room must've looked like in high school. Except, the posters are nicely framed instead of plastered haphazardly on the walls. The surfaces of his dresser and nightstands are cluttered with books and trinkets and pictures of their friends, but not messy. Just like everything else about him, it's the same old Eddie, just more intentional and put together. His queen bed is covered in black bedding that goes with the furniture and frames. The walls are the same lighter tone of gray as the guest room. 

“Sorry, it’s a mess,” Eddie says, embarrassed as he tries to see his room as Steve would.

“Eds, you’ve seen my place. Hell, you've cleaned my place. This isn't a mess. Don't let Jack in here alone for too long, though, or it’ll become one,” Steve chuckles. 

“You have an excuse, you have a kid.”

“You do too,” Steve laughs before stuttering when his words process, “H-have an excuse, I mean.”

“What's that?” Eddie smiles with pink cheeks.

Steve shrugs.

“You’re Eddie. Cluttered, but organized fits you. This whole place fits you,” he says with a fond smile.

It can fit you too. We can make it fit you and Jack, Eddie thinks desperately. He knows it's too soon for that. Far too soon. It’s just so hard to not want more now that he has them. It's impossible not to want them in every aspect of his life. Eddie thinks about coming home from the store to Steve cooking and Jack playing with her little guy. He thinks about them visiting him at work, brightening his day. He imagines bringing Jack to visit Steve at work to brighten his day. 

Eddie Munson has never ached for fatherhood. If anything, he feared it. He fears fucking a kid up beyond repair. He fears becoming his own father. He fears becoming his mother. When he sees Steve, though, he knows he can do it. He wants to do it. Unlike Steve, Eddie is well aware he would never be able to do it alone. He thinks he can do it with Steve. He thinks he wants to try. 

“Before we keep going, I think we should talk about what you expect from me when it comes to Jack,” Eddie suggests hesitantly.

Steve’s brows furrow.

“What do you mean exactly?” He asks. 

Eddie sits on the edge of his bed and pats the space beside him. Steve sits, their thighs pressed together. Eddie instantly takes Steve's hand in his lap. 

“I’ve never done this before. I need to know where the line is so I don't cross it again.”

“Look, Eds, I don't really know where the line is. I haven't done this before either. I think it has to be a continuing conversation. I trust your judgment. The only line you’ve crossed is not trusting me,” Steve says. 

 Eddie sits with that for a moment. 

“So, we’ll just take it one step at a time and figure it out together?” 

“That sounds good to me,” Steve smiles fondly. 

They’re glued together the moment they're under the covers together. In the dark of the room, they indulge in the sloppiest kisses yet. The kind that makes dirty sounds that would cause anyone else to cringe. Hands fly everywhere, taking in every inch of skin under their shirts. Things are just about to reach a tipping point, and both of them can feel it. Steve is about to push things further when they hear a creak. They freeze, waiting for more noise. After a second there’s the click of Eddie’s bedroom door. 

“Daddy?” Jack calls into the room, her voice thick with sleep.

Steve sighs and places his forehead against Eddie’s. Teaching her to knock is going to become a priority, he can feel it.

“Yeah, princess, what's wrong?” He asks gently. 

“The big girl room is scary,” she half whines, “I don't like it by myself.”

He’s going to get up and bring her back to her bed. This way she can learn to sleep in a room by herself and Eddie won't be disturbed in his own bed. He never gets the chance.

“We can't have our girl scared! C’mere, there's plenty of room. You can sleep with us tonight,” Eddie says, rolling over to face her. 

The hallway light silhouettes her small form in the doorway. Eddie holds the blanket up for her to crawl under. She climbs up into the bed, over Eddie, and settles between them. All the while, Steve’s head is spinning from Eddie casually dropping our girl. Eddie turns to face Steve and Jack. His arm stretches out to wrap around both of them. Steve does the same, effectively cocooning Jack between their bodies. She snuggles contentedly into the hold.

“I like it here,” she announces with a sigh.

Eddie can't help beaming, even if no one can see it. Steve feels like he’s vibrating from the amount of affection he has for the two he has his arm around. Having Jack between them allows Steve to feel how tired he is. The comfort of having both Eddie and Jack near relaxes him enough to lean into it.

“Yeah, me too, princess,” Steve answers sleepily.

“I like having you here,” Eddie mumbles just as sleepily. 

“I’m happy we’re all a family now,” she tells them, curling in further. 

Eddie would be lying if he said a couple of tears didn't dampen his pillowcase. He fists Steve’s shirt as he handles the overwhelming emotion. Steve’s arm tightens around them. 

“Me too, sweet girl,” Eddie breathes.

“I couldn't be happier,” Steve admits. 

They fall asleep together. They're a bundle of warmth and love. A strange, disjointed family that works so well because of all the reasons it shouldn't. Steve gets a nice, restful sleep that night. The best sleep he’s had since Jack was born. 

In the morning, Steve blinks awake groggily. It takes him a second to register where he is. It takes another second to register that he’s alone. The sheets are wrinkled and the comforter is thrown back where Jack and Eddie once were. The bedroom door is shut, but beyond it Steve can hear music. It’s a simple tune, with a couple of hiccups here and there that are corrected. Curiously, Steve gets up and wanders to the door. First, he presses his ear against it. The melodic strums of an acoustic guitar come from the living room. 

Steve pads silently down the short hall. He hovers just before the entrance to the living room, listening. 

“Just move your finger right here- there, perfect. At this rate, you won't need me pretty soon,” Eddie’s voice says pleasantly. 

Steve takes a peek and nearly drops to the floor a blubbering mess. Jack sits on the couch, feet dangling. Eddie is kneeling on the ground in front of her with total adoration all over his face. On her lap, Jack has the aged guitar from the wall. Steve’s eyes traverse the white THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS. Her strumming stops.

“Will you still play music with me even if I don't need you?” She asks with wide hopeful eyes.

“I can't think of anyone else I’d want to play with,” he tells her confidently. 

She breaks out into a wide grin and continues playing. Steve can't bring himself to disturb them. He watches for a while, drinking them in. What a privilege it would be to wake up this way every morning. He watches Eddie give Jack small adjustments and bits of advice. He doesn't have to give her too much considering she’s only six and has been playing less than a year. Then something miraculous happens. Something Steve has seen a million times before, but hits differently this time.

Eddie smiles up at Jack, his teeth flashing. His big eyes overflow with wonder and affection. He takes her hair and throws it up into a bun with the scrunchie on his wrist. She doesn't ever stop playing, she just lets him. Steve realizes that this is it. This is what he wants for the rest of his life. 

Okay, so, Eddie is a little bit terrified for Thanksgiving tomorrow. It’ll all be people he already knows, plus Robin’s parents. Which, if they're anything like Robin, he isn't worried about. No, what he's worried about is Hopper. Scratch that, he’s afraid of Hopper. Since telling everyone they finally got their heads out of their asses Eddie has received comments and jabs here and there about Hopper wanting to have a talk with Eddie. All Eddie can recall is when he picked up Jack at the station. Hopper was… less than welcoming. 

“Relax, he’s just being a dad,” Dustin tells him.

Eddie is tense behind the counter of Mordor Music. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, his black nail polish is chipped from playing guitar this week. It’s why he usually repaints them on the weekends. Max sits in the chair, chin propped up on her hand with her elbow on the counter. She looks as bored as ever. 

Her hair is down today, which is a nice surprise. When teased and prodded she admits to having a date with Lucas after work. Dustin leans on the customer's side of the counter. He has to move out of the way for actual customers here and there, but he’s completely unperturbed by it.

“That's what I’m afraid of,” Eddie says.

“Why are you afraid, because he’s the chief of police and can easily cover up your brutal murder?” Max furrows her brows playfully.

Eddie glares at her. 

“Yeah, something like that, Maxine,” he deadpans. 

“You don't have anything to worry about. Hopper is harmless unless you're like a hardened criminal,” Dustin assured him.

“Hello,” Eddie sticks his hand out to Dustin, “Ex-drug dealer, nice to meet you. And you are?”

Dustin rolls his eyes. Max turns and takes Eddie’s hand, shaking it.

“Tired of this conversation,” she smiles sarcastically. 

“Then you shouldn't mind restocking the pop rock section,” Eddie replies with his own sarcastic smile, shaking her hand with more vigor. 

She leaves to do just that with a playful roll of her eyes. Eddie knows she doesn't actually mind. Max has never complained about having to do her job.

“I’m serious, Eddie, just relax. Everything will be fine. Hopper has already seen you with both Steve and Jack. You have nothing to worry about. He’ll probably just ask you about your intentions or whatever,” Dustin shrugs.

Eddie chews on his bottom lip. He leans his elbows on the counter and pulls some hair in front of his face. There's a need to cover the lifelong plans Eddie has started making that he’s sure are present in his features. Dustin narrows his eyes and leans in further toward Eddie suspiciously.

“What are your intentions?” He questions.

“We just started dating. I don't think there's been time for intentions,” Eddie lies through his hair.

“Yeah, right,” Dustin scoffs, “and I’m a three-headed turtle.” 

Eddie sighs and deflates into his hands, covering his face. He can feel how hot his cheeks are in his palms. 

“I want them to move in with me, but I think it's too soon,” he admits with a muffled voice.

Dustin’s eyebrows shoot up. Eddie looks up at him. It seems he wasn’t expecting that. 

“Shit, I knew you had it bad, but I didn't realize it was that bad,” he says.

“Yeah, I’m… I think I’m done, y’know? I think I found what I didn't even realize I was lookin’ for,” Eddie can't help the honesty that's pouring out now.

“I’m happy for you, man, but just make sure this is something you really want before you take it further,” Dustin warns.

“What d'you mean? Why wouldn't I really want this?” Eddie questions, defenses raising.

Dustin’s hands go up in a small surrender.

“All I’m saying is Jack can be a lot. I love her, but I don't think I could live with her tantrums full time,” he tells Eddie.

“Tantrums? She’s a kid, Dustin, they get upset sometimes,” Eddie shrugs.

“I know, but Jack can really explode. She can get mean if she's angry enough but doesn't know how to express it. It’s definitely gotten better, but I did hear her tell Will he’s a bad friend with a worse haircut like a month ago.”

“You did?” Eddie guffaws, “Why did she say that?”

“She was cranky, it was kinda late. Will wouldn't move from the recliner, she wanted to sleep on it, and they got into a little argument about manners. Point is, Jack tends to hit you where it hurts. Make sure you're ready when it's your turn,” Dustin claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I think I’ll be okay.”

“Whatever, man. If you ask me, you should be more afraid of Jack than you are of Hopper.”

“Hopper has a gun.”

“Jack doesn't need one.”

“I’m starting to think you're afraid of a six-year-old, Henderson,” Eddie teases.

“I’m not afraid! I just know you. You care about what the people you love think of you. A lot. You need to be prepared for Jack to say hurtful things she doesn't mean at least once.”

“Okay, fine, maybe I’m afraid of the six-year-old and Hopper the same amount,” Eddie concedes.

“I wish I could be there to watch Hopper give you the death stare across the table,” Dustin snorts. 

Eddie groans. Dustin doesn't stay for too long after that. He’s back from school for a short Thanksgiving break. That means parading around to family members who are coming to visit for the holiday. When Max gets done stocking Eddie lets her leave early. It’s pretty dead at this point anyways. Eddie closes early the day before a holiday, something the regulars have figured out. He agonizes over what Hopper could possibly want to talk to him about tomorrow the entire way home. Hell, the entire night. 

Steve picks up Eddie the next day around two in the afternoon. His eyes drag up and down Eddie’s body. Eddie wears a deep maroon turtleneck under his old leather jacket minus the jean vest, slim black jeans, and his ever-present boots. His nails are freshly painted and his hair is tied up into a curly bun on the top of his head. A couple of loose curls frame his face and bangs. Steve can't help the sappy smile that comes to his face. 

“You look amazing,” he tells him honestly. 

“Yeah?” Eddie smiles, “Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself, handsome.”

Steve doesn't think he looks nearly as good as Eddie. He wears an old mustard sweater, a white t-shirt that peaks from under the collar, a lighter-wash pair of jeans that have yet to be stained, and his white sneakers. Every article of clothing is aged either due to the fact that Steve has had it forever, or because it came from goodwill. 

Eddie turns, grabbing the side of his seat, to smile at Jack. She’s buckled into her booster seat, legs kicking slightly. A mustard long sleeve covers her beneath brown corduroy overalls. She has on a pair of black Converse. Her hair is wild, but not frizzy.

“Hey, there, trouble. Don’t you just look adorable?” He greets her.

“Can you give me braids like Max does?” She asks him, ignoring pleasantries. 

“Uh- I dunno if I can do braids, but I can do a different hairstyle that I think you’ll like,” he offers. 

She nods eagerly.

“Alright, give us twenty minutes in my apartment,” Eddie says to Steve. 

Steve sighs but smiles and nods. He parks his car and the three of them go up to Eddie’s apartment. Steve is ordered to wait in the living room. It doesn't take much longer than twenty minutes. He can hear Jack complain about the smell of whatever hairspray Eddie used. When they come back out, Steve grins. Jack’s hair has been fastened into two cinnamon bun-looking mounds on either side of her head like Princess Leia. She beams as she bounces up to Steve.

“Look, Daddy! Eddie said it's the same hair as a really cool princess that knows how to fight and has adventures in outer space!” She enthuses. 

“I love it!” Steve matches her energy and then looks at Eddie, “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Well, I was watchin’ A New Hope one day and wondered if I could do the buns on my hair. I found a magazine with a tutorial and now I’m a professional,” he explains with a shrug.

“I’d love to see you with them sometime,” Steve teases.

“I think the hairstyle belongs to Jack now,” Eddie chuckles, cheeks pink.

They pile back into the car. Eddie takes care of Jack’s seat. He’s a professional at that too now. Steve needs Jack to either grow another inch or he needs to get her a new booster seat. The last one broke. Her current one is an old hand-me-down that’s a little too wide and covers the buckle. It requires lifting the side to get the seatbelt in. Jack isn't too happy about going from buckling herself in, to someone else doing it for her again.

The drive to the Byers-Hopper household is full of chatter between Eddie and Jack. Steve enjoys listening to them talk to each other about everything and anything. Jack starts telling Eddie about school; she and her teacher can get on each other's nerves, but she’s been getting better at raising her hand instead of just speaking. She tells him about the class goldfish. Then, she says something that furrows Steve’s brows.

“Kacey P. is having her birthday at the bowling alley next weekend. My invitation didn't come yet, but she said the mailman might have lost it.”

Steve’s eyes flash to her in the rearview. It’s clear she’s talking about it to make it seem like it's more okay than it is. She brought it up because it's bothering her, but she doesn't want to admit it. 

“Did she mail out everyone’s invitations?” Steve asks.

Eddie throws him a questioning look. 

“No, she gave them out at school.”

“Isn't Kacey P. one of your best friends?” Steve inquires further.

“Yeah, we play every day at recess.”

“Did she say why she mailed your invitation?”

“No, she just said her parents told her to tell me it was lost by the mailman.”

Eddie’s face twists in frustrated realization. Jack is being purposefully excluded from a kid who is supposed to be her best friend’s birthday party. She doesn't understand what's happening, but she can tell the situation doesn't feel right.

“Huh, okay, well, I can talk to her parents and see if they can send another,” he says.

She seems cheered up by that. Eddie still looks rather upset, but he does a good job schooling his face to push the conversation forward. He starts asking Jack what her favorite subjects are. His heart nearly explodes when she says guitar and piano. 

They end up being the last ones to arrive. Jack enjoys it, though. It just means everyone is there to make a big deal of her arrival and her cool fighter princess hair. Steve introduces Eddie to Robin’s parents. Their names are Melissa and Richard, but everyone calls them Grandma and Grandpa Buck at this point thanks to Jack. They're nice people and Eddie can see Robin in her mom’s eyes. Everything else is her dad. 

Grandma Buck and Joyce are cooking. Occasionally someone else will go in to help and get shooed away. Grandpa Buck and Hopper are drinking beers and talking about sports at the table. Robin, Jonathan, Will, and Max are laughing at something Jack said. They're all spread through the living room. Everyone is dressed just a smidge nicer than they usually would except for Hopper and Grandpa Buck. Both men are a little gruff with a collection of stained shirts and flannels. Steve takes the moment to check in with Eddie.

“Are you really sure you wouldn't rather be with your uncle?” He asks.

“Stevie, there's nowhere else I’d rather be. Besides, Wayne’s working for the holiday pay today,” Eddie tells him. 

Steve smiles at him. He swears smiling wasn't quite this easy before Eddie. Concern takes over Eddie’s face.

“What's up with the whole invitation thing?”

Steve’s smile falters. He tucks his hands beneath his arms, crossing them across his chest in the process. He takes a measured breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. 

“The Prestons are pretty religious people. I don't think they like the whole having a kid out of wedlock thing,” he explains, “They’ve been pretty vocal about it in the past.”

“Sound like dicks.”

“They are,” he snorts, “but those dicks are the parents of Jack’s friend. So, I’m gonna have to make a phone call or two next week.”

Eddie is studying Steve’s face, the only time he’s ever enjoyed studying. He’s thinking about how great of a father Steve is when Robin’s voice calls to them.

“Hey, lovebirds! Are you gonna join the rest of the party or are you gonna stay huddled in your gay corner all night?”

Steve rolls his eyes, but Eddie smiles all goofy-like.

“I guess your gay corner will do,” Eddie quips. 

They end up piling on the couch with the others. Jack is absolutely delighted to have so many people who love her on one couch. When she mentions being a bard, however, she’s all Will’s. They manage to keep each other entertained on that topic for a while. Steve, Eddie, Robin, Max, and Jonathan mostly catch each other up on things.

Eddie has never really had a big family holiday before. He revels in the energy of it. Everyone is happy to be there, to be together. Silence is far from attainable, but that's okay because when the room isn't full of talking it's full of laughter. Until Jack was born, Steve never had a big family holiday either. His holidays were either spent alone or stuck in the mold of the perfect suburban son his parents stuffed him into. As hard as it got, everything got better when Jack arrived. 

Despite everyone else’s best efforts, Steve goes into the kitchen to help. Joyce and Grandma Buck happily let him cut some carrots while they ask how he’s been- how Eddie’s been with sly smiles. He admittedly gushes a little, elated to share how good he is with Jack and how much she loves him. Then how good he is with Steve and how Steve has never had something like this before. He’s never had something where the other person has seemingly been just as crazy about him as he is about them. 

Eddie is in a light-hearted argument with Max and Robin over the best sour candy while Jonathan contends the best candy isn't sour at all. His argument is ignored. 

“Munson,” Hopper says from in front of them.

Eddie’s attention snaps to him in surprise. None of them noticed his approach, they were too caught up in their conversation.

“Let’s take a walk,” Hopper nods towards the door.

Eddie swallows nervously but nods. Max says a low teasing good luck as he stands. Hopper leads Eddie out the front door. They stop a few feet away from it. At first, he just measures Eddie up. Eddie might as well be literally shaking in his boots.

“Look, Chief, you really don't have to worry about Steve and Jack with me-”

“I know that. Is that why you think I brought you out here?” Hopper seems amused, but his face is hard to read.

“Uh- well, yeah. I figured you’d wanna talk about my intentions,” he makes air quotes. 

“I wanna talk about your intentions for that death trap of a van of yours,” Hopper says. 

Eddie takes a moment to absorb that.

“My van?”

“I know a guy over on Maple. Y’know Kenny’s Used Cars?”

Eddie nods.

“He said he’d give you a good offer on a sedan if you trade your van in with him.”

Eddie’s head is spinning a bit. 

“A sedan?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna need one if you’re serious about this.”

It all finally clicks into place. Hopper doesn't want to threaten or intimidate Eddie. Hopper wants to help him make adequate space for Steve and Jack in his life. It warms Eddie’s heart and floods him with relief, but he does well not to show it. At least not too much. 

“I'm serious,” he says with full conviction.

“Then the van has to go.”

“I’ll go to Kenny’s next week,” he decides.

Hopper nods, satisfied with that plan. They stand there for a few moments, regarding each other. Hopper wets his lips as he seems to decide something himself. He claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“You've been good for them.”

Just as quickly as it begins, the moment passes. Hopper is heading back inside and Eddie follows, struggling to process what just happened. 

The rest of the evening goes by smoothly. It's a lot of sharing stories, reveling in nostalgia, and laughter. Eddie loves spending holidays with Wayne, but this is so much more vibrant. He wonders if it's too soon to invite Wayne to the next one. He has a feeling he’d get on well enough with Hopper and Grandpa Buck. Then Eddie thinks about Wayne with Jack. He melts. Once Wayne sees how Eddie is with her and meets her himself, Eddie knows he’ll love her. She’ll likely love him as well. As he looks over Steve and Jack he smiles fondly at the thought of all of them with Wayne.

Eddie and Jack convince Steve to sleep over at Eddie’s. It doesn't take much. Jack ends up sleeping between them again, her hair still up. She refused to take the buns out, especially after Eddie showed her the fighter princess in question. 

“I like that she’s rude to the boys,” Jack comments midway through A New Hope.

They end up staying through the weekend. Eddie teaches Jack more about D&D, he lets Jack play his old guitar that adorns the wall, and Steve watches them happily. He’s even able to take a few naps. Sunday afternoon they left after as many hugs and kisses as needed to draw out their goodbye an extra ten minutes. 

On Monday Eddie drives to Kenny’s Used Cars. Kenny himself is nice enough. Although, Eddie has a feeling if he didn't have Hopper’s name in his arsenal Kenny would be a lot more sleazy. There are a few options that Eddie can afford, but only one holds his attention. It’s the least rusted with the least amount of miles on it. Eddie drives off the lot with a 1981 Chevrolet Chevette. It has a red-orange body with rust eating the edges of the wheel wells. The interior is a gray fabric. It’s clean but stained here and there. She runs and drives smoothly. Less sputtering than the van has been giving him, that's for sure. 

Eddie thought he would be more heartbroken at the loss of his van. He thought it would be harder than it was. The decision was simple and easy. The van wasn't safe for Jack and relying on everyone else for rides when he’s with her is getting old. Especially if he’s going to be with her even more. The Chevy can seat her comfortably and safely. It isn't until he’s home and sees it in his parking spot that it really hits him.

 The last identifying piece of who he was is now gone. People will no longer see his shitty van coughing through Hawkins and remember all the drugs he’s sold them. People will see his old red Chevy and know he’s different now. He’s thinking about his family now. Eddie Munson isn't who he was before, even if bits of that person still remains, and he finds comfort in that.

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I Spoil It All By Saying Somethin' Stupid Like I Love You | Officer K x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hehe prompt time

"After everything, I don't think I'm ready to be alone again"

Some with Officer K x male reader and Some with Six x male reader maybe through a kenobi x male reader in there if you feel like it. I need more bedtime stories please 🏎

summary: it's a long night, bad shit happens nearly constantly but at least there's always something to look forward to when K comes home.

tws: swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption

Relationships between Humans and Replicants weren’t exactly uncommon, but that still didn’t stop you from sighing and wishing things were different when you came home every day to find the door plastered and painted with some sort of insult; “skinjob fucker” seemed to be the most common of them all. You could have sworn, you spent more time scrubbing the damn door than you did doing anything else when you got home, but when he walked in, it suddenly all became worth it. Tall, blue eyes, quiet, hardly ever smiled, smoked too many cigarettes. KD9-3.7. Officer K. Your K. A blade runner. When he walked in, dishevelled and tired and with holes in his t-shirt, synthetic blood everywhere and cuts littering his skin, suddenly every fucking insult on the door didn’t mean shit, suddenly, you didn’t give a fuck.

Tonight was no different, you were waiting for him to come home, a quick shower and stripping down to just boxers and a shirt had saved you from getting covered in sweat at least, after hours spent scrubbing the front door you were actually surprised you had not ended up passing out; you perked up when you heard the door go, a small smile on your face as you waited eagerly. You couldn’t help but to grin when K came in, shrugging his coat off and hanging it up; he didn’t look too bad this evening, there wasn’t a lot of damage to him or to his shirt. But he looked hanging, he looked like he was absolutely shattered. At least you didn’t need to repair any synthetic flesh, though, and at least you weren’t stuck with spending all night sewing shirts.

He said nothing, coming to sit beside you and putting his feet up on the table, daring to look at you with a slight smile. “How was your night?”

“I had to scrub the door again,” you told him, shaking your head and biting at the inside of your lip. You tilted your head back, and put your hand out, daring to laugh softly when he slapped a packet of cigarettes against your palm. “We had skinner fucker tonight…”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, lighting two cigarettes and passing one to him. “At least it makes a difference from skinjob fucker, I s’pose… how was work? You retire anyone interesting?”

K shook his head, taking a long drag from the cigarette and sighing heavily. “Just some old models.”

“That all?” You hummed, raising a brow.

K nodded, getting up and fixing himself a glass of whisky, he knocked it back and poured himself another. “Put some music on.”

You nodded, going over to the little console and flicking through what music was available; the choice was between a multitude of genres and artists, but you chose Frank Sinatra, and you smiled when the sound of your favourite song by him echoed throughout the thin walls.

I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me and if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me, and afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you". I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before and though it's just a line to you, for me it's true and never seemed so right before.

K smiled a little to himself as he stubbed out his and yours cigarettes, starting to relax as he settled down on the bed, tugging his shirt off and flinging it to the side; he was built to perfection, if you were honest. He had muscle, but he didn't look like the actors you saw in the street when you walked past shops; no six pack, his stomach hung over his belt a little bit; you couldn't help but to look him up and down as you licked your lips. Replicants weren't afforded a lot of memories, especially not in the blade runner profession, but he was allowed to remember when he had met you and he had heard that song playing quietly in the pub.

He was allowed to remember how handsome you had looked, and how he had been so cool and collected when he had asked you if he could buy you a drink; he had never seen a man so fucking handsome as you before, and even now, you were still the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on. He leaned back a little, spreading his legs and swallowing thickly when you straddled him and traced his stubbled jaw so gently.

“Be careful when you're out there tomorrow,” you whispered softly, the feeling of your breath on his lips making him swallow thickly as you put your hands on his bare shoulders. “After everything, I don't think I'm ready to be alone again.”

Slowly and gently, K wrapped his arms around your waist, nodding slowly as he let out a shaky breath. “I will.”

“You better,” you told him softly. “I didn't scrub that damn door all night just to lose the one goddamn good thing in my life.”

K smiled, closing his eyes when you gently raked your hand through his hair, leaning into the soft touch as he sighed; that's what he always looked forward to about coming home the most, not the Frank Sinatra songs, not the cheap whisky that hit hard and fast, not the comfort, it was the gentle touches of his boyfriend. The gentle touches that made him think, if only for a split second, he might have been more human than he had originally been built.

You smiled, your hand coming to rest at the nape of his neck as you dared to lean in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss; he felt so real, his grip on your waist tightening as he kissed you back, soon enough reaching up to rest his hand at the base of your throat. You let him take control, let him bring his hand up a little more and let him slip his tongue between your lips. Fuck, he felt so goddamn real. He didn't feel like a synthetic being, he didn't feel like a replicant, he felt human. When he kissed you like that, all you could think of was how you never wanted it to end.

He didn't take long, pushing you onto your back without breaking the kiss, your breath tangling with his as he applied just a little bit of pressure to your throat, just enough to make you moan and shudder as you eagerly tried to pull him closer and closer and closer. It wasn't getting any rougher or quicker, K was a controlled man, and when he kissed you, he managed to keep that control, keeping the pace nice and slow and soft, letting you moan his name under your breath as the kiss became open mouthed and breathy.

He broke away, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and clearing his throat. “Next time, I'll scrub the door.”

“No, you won't,” you told him softly. “It's my job. You just have to come home.”

K grumbled, licking his lips and getting up, unbuckling his belt and tugging it from the loops before putting it in its rightful place; he undid his trousers, knowing that you were studying him. Checking out his back and the curve of his ass until he turned to you and cleared his throat.

“What next?”

You grinned. “Well, I was about to spoil it all and say somethin' stupid like I love you.”

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So Daniel runs the household, pretty much. He keeps the home tidy and welcoming, cooks, takes care of the puppies, etc. I suppose he's the one who takes care of the accounts and stuff, and budgets the money? Did he learn that in school or was it something he just picked up in his married life? They seem to be well off from Terry's "business" (o_O!!!), but does Daniel ever worry about how to stretch the money? Do the Silvers ever go through hard times financially in their marriage? Where they've got to count every penny? I mean, nine pups and there is Mama and Daddy too. Eleven people!! Also: does Daniel sew? For some reason I remember you mentioning something that implies it or you stated it directly idk lol. I can definitely picture him patching up Terry's coats ("Really, Terry? Missing cufflinks AND another button missing??" or "Is this a BULLET HOLE? You'd best explain that RIGHT NOW Mister!!!" *angry pout*) and fixing up some hand-me-downs for the younger pups ("I'll make it look as good as new honey, don't worry!" or "Sammy, would you like some more ruffles on your dress? Maybe a nice satin ribbon? My girl's going to be the prettiest at her Prom!" <333)

A life of crime and penny pinching? Aw, Nonnie, no. Why have a life of crime if you're still poor? Both the Don and Lucille grew up poor, though, and Terry too, so Daniel will have been taught many skills some of the children in omega school would have "the help" know about. Sewing is one of these skills, as is home repairs. If you can do it yourself it's simply quicker and no one will care that it's done well as much as you and there's no one to snoop. Also with clothes, especially at the time, everyone had stuff made, and being able to tweak ready made stuff was one of these life things like setting up a basic wifi now. You could have it done but honestly, it comes with the territory of being online. But the bullet holes are a cursed menace, doesn't Terry understand he can't send laundry out like that? And the blood, per Dio! Terry'd better understand Daniel regularly performs miracles.

They're both good at accounting. Terry urges him to get some more money saving tips for daily life, and Daniel will urge Terry to curb enormous impulse buys because "you never know when you'll get the chance to splurge". The money is not going anywhere, my love. Daniel indeed was schooled in accounting and he takes Terry's accountant to task by telling Terry what to ask about. There's discretion fees, and there is overtaxing rich people fees, and those last soon somehow disappear. Also maybe it's better to tip smaller amounts more often, Terry, your people switch from famine to feast and back all the time that's no way to live.

As for the pups - Samantha and Yasmin often pool clothes, Eli destroys everything which means Robby often looks the smartest of them all because he needs everything new. Gianni doesn't mind wearing out Robby's old things, until he shoots up, Anthony is inconsolable at always wearing hand me downs (no matter how well altered), so for his birthday, he always gets one set of specially tailored clothes at a real tailor! And a new haircut! Luna is so much younger than her sisters that hand me downs don't read that way, and when she's old enough, her sisters love taking her out and dressing her up (Anthony would love to come but no boys allowed, argh, pups can be cruel. Sammy always brings him something though. Yasmin decidedly does not). And the other two are so little everything by now is new again.

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