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agentsnickers · 2 months
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Lucky/Unlucky
In which 13-year-old Nico di Angelo and his 10-year-old sister Bianca are found at a school in Maine, and the rest is more or less history. (a di Angelo age swap!)
I've been teasing this for a while, but ended up writing it in a grand total of two days lol. I received the original prompt for this almost exactly ten years ago (in late february 2014), and first had the idea to try rewriting it after I finished picking up the pieces, another old concept rewrite.
I've been in such a PJO mood between the D+ show and finally finishing TWMTDW that I basically wrote straight through once I got started!
This fic features 2 references to old (old) fics of mine, and 1 cameo from @tinybro because I couldn't fit her into the last chapter of teamwork makes the dream work like I'd planned lol
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finntheehumaneater · 2 months
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Eddie shouldn’t be laughing. He shouldn’t be laughing, but he was, still holding the phone even though the dial tone was ringing. And the woman from the school had hung up minutes ago.
He shouldn’t be laughing because marriage was a serious thing that he had given so much thought to, wanted it so badly with Steve, and apparently Steve had decided that they were already married.
He put the phone back on the holder and ran a hand down his face, trying to catch his breath, replaying the conversation over and over and over in his head because—because God, this was the best thing that had happened to him in a while.
“Hello? This is Eddie Munson.”
“Yes, hi, I’m calling about your husband? Steve Harrington.”
He paused, his eyebrows furrowing. “My husband?”
“Yes, Mr. Steve Harrington? He works here as a history teacher?”
Okay. Well. That was weird. “Yeah, what about?”
“I’m just calling for confirmation on whether or not he’ll be at the Parent’s Night tonight? He mentioned some scheduling conflict a few days ago and I wanted to check in and make sure he could come in?”
“Yeah, he should be there. I’d go and get him for you but he’s asleep.”
He quickly made his way over to their shared bedroom, flopping down onto the bed next to Steve, his hands on Steve’s face in an instant and squeezing lightly to wake him up. “Stevie. Baby.”
Steve squinted, pushing himself up onto his elbows and rubbing his eyes. 
“Steve,” Eddie whispered, trying to look serious and bite back his smile. “Did you tell the receptionist at the school that we were married?”
Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, before his eyes widened and he groaned, dropping his face onto the pillow, his voice muffled. “I hate you.”
“What did I do?” Eddie laughed, brushing a hand through Steve’s hair.
“You—she was teasing me for not like…tying things down, and—and I panicked and said I already had,” he whined, shaking his head and pressing it further into the pillow.
“Do you want to get married?” Eddie asked, his voice more gentle.
Steve looked up, his face flushed. “I mean…yeah, I do. Please tell me this isn’t you proposing.
Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but Steve pressed his hand to it and Eddie had to grab onto to Steve’s arm to stop himself from falling over. “Shut up.”
“Mm—“
“No, no, I am not letting you propose to me while we’re in bed, Eddie.”
Eddie huffed against Steve’s hand, licking it so that Steve let go with a frown. “Ew.”
“You love it.”
“Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart.”
“Rejecting me and stealing my pet names, huh?”
Steve rolled his eyes, laying back down in bed, and pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. “I didn’t reject you because you never asked me to marry you.”
“I was going to, but then—“
“Eds?” Steve interrupted, tugging Eddie down into bed. “Be quiet.”
Eddie hated how quickly he shut up, his arms around Steve’s waist, just breathing into Steve’s hair like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do. Gods, he was going to marry the fuck out of this man.
And it was going to be the best proposal the world had ever seen.
(Goes along with this post. Someone send me asks about them I want to talk about the husbands.)
(Domestic Steddie AU MasterList)
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madelynraemunson · 4 months
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🖤BATTLE OF THE BANDS x ST CAST x MOOD BOARD🎸🤘🏼❤️‍🔥
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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months
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• JD McDonagh x Reader
Summary: You and JD have been dating since you were both in NXT. Since you both got called up to Raw, you have joined The Judgement Day and JD has been trying to get into The Judgement Day. Things get a little heated after the members find out something about you and JD.
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Sitting on the bathroom counter in me and JD's hotel room, I am putting some makeup on and straighten my hair for Monday Night Raw tonight. I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
"It's open."
JD walks in and looks over at me in the mirror.
"Damn babe. You are so gorgeous."
He puts his hands on my sides and his chin on my shoulder. I giggle, turn my head and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you babe."
"SO Y/N. When you are done, can you come out to the bedroom? I have a question for you."
"Of course honey."
He lets me go and leaves the bathroom. I finish up with my hair and my makeup and get off the counter. I come around the corner and JD is standing at the end of the bed holding a rose. I walk over to him taking the rose.
"What's this?"
"Well I have been waiting to ask you this for years and I can't wait any longer. I can't find the right time to do it so I'm just gonna do it now."
He gets down on one knee and grabs my hand. I look down at him with a shocked face starting to tear up dropping the rose on the ground. He pulls a little black box out of his pocket and opens it showing this beautiful ring.
"Y/N. You make me the happiest man on the planet. We have been together for a few years now and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my soulmate. Will you marry me?"
"Yes! Yes!"
He stands up and kisses me. I kiss him back than look down at the ring.
"Babe. This ring is beautiful."
He grabs my hand and puts it on my finger. I look up at him.
"Do you possibly have a ring for yourself?"
"Oh I'm way ahead of you baby."
He shows me his hand with a black band ring on his finger. He hands me one for myself as well. I giggle, grab his face and kiss him. I pull back and hear a knock at the door. His eyes go wide realizing what time it is.
"I lost track of time."
He whispers to me and goes into the bathroom locking the door. I quickly grab my wrestling bag and my phone and walk to the door. I quickly change my diamond ring for my black rubber ring. I open the door and see Damian Priest standing there.
"Hey Damian!"
"Hey Y/N. Was there someone in your room with you? I thought I heard someone talking."
I give him a confused look and shake my head no.
"Nope. Just had the TV on. Anyways, let's get going."
I grab his wrist, drag him away from the hotel room and out to his car. We head off to the arena. I text JD letting him know that we have left.
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*20 minutes before Raw starts*
I am sitting on the couch in The Judgement Day locker room. Damian is sitting next to me with his arm behind me on the couch. He has been trying to flirt with me and get with me since I joined them. Rhea comes into the locker room with Dominick and JD. I am scrolling on my phone not noticing Damian slowly sliding his arm down the couch to my side. I feel him grab my side so I decide to elbow him in the chest. He grunts, grabs his chest and starts coughing.
"That's what you get Priest."
Rhea starts laughing at him along with Dom and JD. I get up and go sit with Dom and JD on the other couch. We hear a knock on the door and Rhea gets up to answer it. Adam Pearce walks into the locker room looking at all of us.
"Rhea. Dom. Y/N. JD. You are opening Raw tonight. Better get ready."
Adam turns and walks out. I get up, go to the bathroom and get changed into a Judgement Day shirt, my black and purple leather shorts, purple leather jacket and my black wrestling boots. I walk out of the bathroom fixing my hair and look up to see Damian's jaw almost on the floor.
"And.... and I can't come out.. out with you guys?"
He points at me with his jaw dropped. I roll my eyes and follow Rhea out of the locker room with Dom and JD right behind us.
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We are in the ring cutting a promo. Me and Rhea are calling out the women's tag team champions Chelsea Green and Piper Niven.
"Piper. Chelsea. Get your asses out here. We want those tag team titles!"
I throw my mic down and motion for them to come out. Rhea grabs my arm and shakes her head yes meaning I did good on our promo. Piper and Chelsea make their way out to the ring and get in our faces. Piper grabs the mic out of Rhea's hand and I go to swing at her, but JD grabs my waist and pulls me away from her. Dom grabs Rhea's arm and pulls her away too. We all climb out of the ring and get ready for our match.
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*near the end of the match*
Piper is kneeling infront of the commentary table and Chelsea is in the ring getting beat up by Rhea. I run and give Piper my signature shining wizard to take her out. Rhea picks up Chelsea and gives her a Riptide. Rhea pins her and wins us the tag team titles. Dom slides into the ring and hugs her. JD picks me up and spins me around as I wrap my legs around his waist.
"You did it baby."
He says to me setting me down making me smile. I walk over grabbing the titles and go into the ring. Rhea hugs me than takes one of the titles from me. We celebrate with a bunch of Pyro going off. We roll out of the ring walking up the ramp and to the back to our locker room.
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"There is the champs!!"
We walk in with Damian and Finn yelling for us! I walk over and hug Finn than turn to Damian. He has his arms out signaling for a hug. I roll my eyes and hug him lightly. He pulls me closer to him and goes to kiss my forehead. I move away from him and over towards JD. I give him a big hug smiling really big. Damian pulls me away from him and pushes him against the wall wrapping his hands around his neck choking him hard. I gasp and grab Damian's arm trying to get him off JD. Dom, Finn and Rhea grab Damian's waist and arms trying to get him off as well. Damian looks over at my hand on his arm trying to get him off and notices my black rubber ring. He looks at JD and see a black rubber ring on his finger as well. He drops JD and looks over at me with a serious look on his face. I look up at him slightly scared.
"When were you gonna tell us?! Tell me?!" He grabs my hand pointing to my ring. My eyes go wide looking up at him. He grabs JD's hand and holds it next to mine. The rest of Judgement Day gasps seeing our rings. I look down feeling my face get red slowly pulling my hand away. JD looks at Damian pulling his hand away as well.
"Answer me! Y/N! JD! When were you going to tell us?!"
I look up at Damian than back at Rhea, Finn and Dom.
"Well everyone..... this happened before we left for Raw earlier."
I hold my hand up showing the black ring.
"SO you two just randomly are engaged? Like when did you two even start dating?"
"No Damian. Me and JD have been together since our NXT days."
Rhea, Finn and Dom are silently laughing at Damian. He turns and looks at them with an angry face.
"What is so funny you three?"
"Ummm Damian?"
I tap his shoulder making him turn back to look at me.
"Everyone knew I was dating JD.... but you. We didn't want to tell you because look how you reacted...."
"What?! Are you kidding me?!"
I shake my head yes looking up at him. He looks at me than looks at JD. He grabs JD's shirt pulling him closer to himself.
"You better take care of her or lord help you if you don't. It won't be pretty for you."
I roll my eyes and everyone else starts congratulating me and JD on our engagement. I take the real engagement ring out of my wrestling bag and show it off to them......
THE END
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solarisetlesetoiles · 11 months
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saw that one image of them in their fancy outfits and was inspired
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paragonrobits · 6 months
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"I wasn't the first person who wanted to change things," the Finn of the Farmworld says. Listening to him talk hurts something in Simon. He's the same age as the Finn he knows, and just the other day he remembers.
Finn smiling bright, an almost feral and guileless openness to the boy that makes it hard to ever be mad at him, so reassuring and good in a world that hasn't been particularly good to Simon. It's an alien feeling thinking about this world.
This Finn doesn't smile. His face is set and tired, and looking at him hurts Simon too. Some part of him keeps comparing them, and he winces inside. That says a lot; Simon is a tired man, and its an effort to care, but somehow he can't stop himself from immediately thinking about what this Finn must have endured to become like this.
Maybe its the world. It's a hard, cold world, and this Finn is tough as nails, calm and uncompromising. He can't imagine this Finn biting a monster's claws off with his teeth, but he can imagine this Finn killing a man without blinking, or crying, or feeling anything more than a flicker of regret.
This is a man that has killed. Not happily, not eagerly, but he has killed, and as they say, practiced hands make quick work.
And it hurts him. He thinks this Finn picks up on it, too; when he speaks to Simon, its with a care that he thinks doesn't come naturally to him.
"What do you mean?" Simon asks, already knowing what he suspects will be the answer. It's close to dinner time, before things get uncomfortable and they have to run. Here, there's enough time to sort things out, figure out each other, and he wants to try; Finn is Finn, and Finn is his friend. He wonders if the Simon of this world ever met him; somehow he doubts it, or that they knew each other personally. Finn didn't react to him, so he doubts his face or name is familiar.
Though, that said, Finn's expression did flicker very briefly when he heard his name. 'Simon Petrikov'. It wasn't in the way of something familiar; possibly he heard the name a long time ago, in circumstances he didn't like thinking about.
"There was a... a boss lady, you might say," Finn says. "Long time ago; before the Destiny Gang steamrolled over everyone. She was a good lady."
"A hard woman for a hard time," Simon says without thinking about it. Something in him froze a long time ago, even without the crown, and his brain-mouth filter probably wasn't much good to begin with.
Finn looks at him. For a moment, Simon wonders if Finn is going to smack him upside the head. A moment passes, and the man's shoulders untense a little. "Yeah," he says, without much emotion in the way that suggests a lot of it being carefully hidden away, in case it might be needed later. Certainly it did no good now to scream about it. "She was." He smiles, for a moment. "Times were tough, and she was tougher."
Finn lifts his head up and blinks, just once, and for a moment his expression twists a little bit.
"Boss Bonnie," he says. "She said she was going to make things better. She was going to fix everything, or go down trying."
"Bonnibel," he says, and his voice is extremely calm. Too calm, too steady, and his hands don't shake, and he doesn't let his voice falter, and Simon is paying very close attention to the things that aren't happening, and he sees a lot of control being put into holding things back, so a father doesn't scare his children by being anything but uncompromising and strong.
The air is thick with grief. It's not a new one. It's an old and comfortable kind of pain; a loss that has grown heavy into the boards and the grass of this land.
This isn't a world friendly to magic, and its not one where sweetness takes root. Simon isn't surprised.
"I'm sorry," he says, and means it.
Finn's head nods, very curtly. It's appreciated, certainly, but he doesn't want to open himself up to strangers.
"She tried," he said.
There's a long silence.
It's filled with a lot of things that go unsaid, that don't want to be said, that hurt too much just thinking about.
Finn doesn't say that the Destiny Gang has a lot to answer for, or even name any names. He doesn't really have to. Simon suspects, for all that might matter.
"Didn't work out," Finn says. He rolls a broad shoulder. "That's the way of things."
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x-authorship-x · 18 days
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CHAPTERS 1-3^^^
UPDATE ALERT
FREEDOM FIGHTER
Chapter Four:
To be a Clone was to be property. A soldier, a weapon, a flesh-droid. It was the brief, inevitable fate of a Trooper.
They were in it together, brother to brother to brother, and from that came a culture all their own, an experience all their own. No outsider, no matter how close or empathetic, could understand.
…Yet Commander Effen… there was something about him…
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sickgraymeat · 1 year
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I think that, for a lot of her life, Bonnie is very much unaware that the world is not a fun game. (EDIT: more accurate phrasing might be “that a fun game is not the world.”) I think she puts a lot of unconscious and semi-conscious effort into avoiding reality for her own safety and sanity, but I don’t think she actually tries to use others as pawns. She’s very isolated emotionally speaking (as in she is around a lot of people but rarely makes deep connections with them) and struggles with empathy. She makes things a certain way, it keeps her and her loved ones (okay mostly Neddy) safe, so she sees no reason to change it, even if/when she’s unhappy. This bitch was born with a certain amount of understanding of the living world and how to interact with it, and for a long time, she had no reason to doubt that that was all there was to it. She was a child (emotionally and socially and experientially) who thought she was a grownup simply because she was smart and capable of keeping herself and her brother alive and him content. While Marceline’s emotional growth was stunted at a hugely volatile stage, Bonnie’s was nipped in the bud— in the root, really.
When the loneliness of being a child with adult priorities started to weigh on her, she used a picture of a happy family and the ruins of their home as her entire blueprint for interpersonal relationships. These people are grownups, so they will take care of me. That’s how it works because I read that somewhere.
Can you imagine the shock she must have felt when she first met Finn and Jake? Jake lets his baby brother play with swords and go on dangerous quests, sometimes even on his own?? Can you imagine, then, what Jake must have told her? Finn is a scrappy kid who will play outside in this fucked up world no matter what we do. He’s safer with the ability to defend himself than he would be if he never faced danger. He’s not much like Neddy. Not all people who fill the same roles are much like each other (still a relatively unfamiliar concept to her). Finn loves fairytale stories and grandeur and helping people— he’s like Bonnie. So yes, she will play knight and princess with him, because it keeps them both safe, and because it’s fun! It’s her chance to be kind of like a kid, and there are even some threats (IK) that are easy to delegate because they won’t hurt Finn the way they hurt her! But she’ll also protect him, even if it’s just by allowing him to train and sending him on missions she knows he can handle. Even if her protection hurts him and/or other people.
You’re fighting the knight, you’re seeking the dragon’s hoard, you’re trying to vanquish the demon. You don’t stand a fucking chance with the princess watching you, because unlike them, she’s not worried about being consistent or happy or good. She doesn’t even know what good is.
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m0shpitpup · 2 months
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hi friends, i come to you asking for prompts. please leave them in my asks 😭
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fluffypandabun · 6 months
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LEE FINN AND LER JAKE. Maybe finn is feeling down so jake cheers his best friend up?
The treehouse was quiet, too quiet. 
At least Jake thought so. 
The magical dog hummed to himself as he popped open the oven, pulling out a tray of fresh baked meatloaf. Finns favorite. 
The two had just a few hours ago finished up fighting a weird bear monster that was harassing a village, and once they got home Finn had barely just allowed Jake to finish patching him up before he had muttered something about going to his room and disappeared up the ladder.
He’d been up there ever sense and Jake would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried, it wasn’t that uncommon for Finn to turn in right after a fight but today he had seemed a bit off. 
In fact the teen had seemed a bit off for a couple of days now, Jake had been trying to give him some space, let the boy come to him, but it didn’t seem to be doing much to help. And when Jakes ‘older brother’ sense started going off for real, thats when he knew it was time to intervene. 
He picked up the plate now filled with cuts of Finns favorite dish and stretched himself up the ladder into his and Finns shared bedroom, where he found the teen without his signature hat; laying on his back staring blankly up at the ceiling. 
Jake frowned, the twisted feeling in his gut  at the sight of his little brother looking so….sad worsened. Wishing deep down that his mother were still here to help he cleared his throat, putting on his signature grin. 
“Heeeeey man, wakey wakey. I brought you something to eat.”
Finn didn’t give him much of an acknowledgment, simply grunting a bit in response and mumbling something that was too quiet for the dog to hear. Jake kept up his happy attitude, though internally he frowned. 
“Come onnnnn bro, I made meatlooooooaf~ Your favorite!” 
Finns nose twitched slightly as the sudden smell of fresh out of the oven meatloaf filled his nostrils. But instead of the usual rumble of hunger he felt in his belly, his stomach simply seemed to twist up uncomfortably. 
The teen sighed, eyes still bleary starting up at the ceiling of the tree house. He let his shoulder fall up and down half heartedly in a shrug. 
“Maybe later dude, I’m not really hungry right now.” 
Jake visibly frowned at that, stretching his arm holding the plate of meatloaf back down the ladder and back onto the kitchen counter as he walked forward to the side of Finns bed. 
“Not hungry for meatloaf huh? Something must really be wrong….aw dang your not getting sick are you?”
He stretched a paw out to place it on Finns forehead, brushing aside long blonde hair as he did so.
“Hm you don’t feel warm.” He moved his hand down to brush gently against the bandage on his younger brothers cheek, where he knew long scratches resided from the monster fight earlier. “Oh crap you don’t think that monster had like, some weird gross poison claws or something?” 
Finn scrunched up his nose at the touch, raising a hand to gently bat away Jakes. “Ugh, no Jake. Im not sick or anything, I’m just….” 
“Just…..?” Jake prompted, raising an eyebrow. Finn just sighed turning away from the magic dog and onto his side, now staring at the wall. 
“…..Nothing.” 
Jake threw his hands up in the air dramatically. “Dude! That was like a full five second pause, plus you didn’t want any meatloaf and you aren’t even wearing your hat, clearly this isn’t just ‘nothing’.”
He brought his arms back down to his side, resting with hands on his hips. “Is this some new sort of teen angst your trying out? Cause if it is I’m not gonna be handling any teen sass from you young man.” 
“No dude thats not it.” Finn huffed, just a bit of amusement entering his voice before it faded away as he let out a long sigh. 
“Im just….tired….I guess….I don’t know man…”
Jake frowned, stretching out his upper body to the other side of the bed so he could face finn. “Tired as in sleepy or….tired as in bummed out sad?”
Finn shrugged his shoulder as he turned over again, once more facing away from looking his adopted dog brother in the eye. 
“Im not like, sad or whatever, or maybe I am? I don’t know its just…..I’ve been thinking about my Dad.” 
Jake hummed,retracting his head to rejoin the rest of his body. “Joshua Dad or Human Dad?” 
Finn sighed, rolling over onto his back. “Human Dad……” 
“Ah” Jake muttered, realizing that it was gonna be one of those kinds of conversations. He lifted himself up to to sit at the edge of Finns bed. 
“Wanna talk about it?”
Finn frowned. “Not really….but also I kinda do? Like….I don’t know man, words are hard.” 
Jake reached out to pat the teens leg gently, choosing to stay silent and allow him a chance to collect his words. 
“Like, I don’t really need him you know? I had you and mom and dad and Jermaine but like…..I don’t know i thought it would have been nice to at least…have some sort of relationship with him? Maybe learn more about where I came from and why he left me…..” 
The teen trailed off, reaching a hand up to grip a handful of his shirt. “And I mean, clearly he doesn’t really want one with me, a relationship I mean, and like it got me thinking….what if its like….me? Like, maybe theres just something up with me and thats why he hates me so much and like, what if he isn’t the only one? What if Joshua and Mom felt the same way or something.” 
“What!?” Jake sputtered, standing from the bed and giving Finn one of his few genuinely serious looks. “Dude Mom and Dad loved you, your human dad is just a big…sweat stain buttwad….uhh no offense.” 
Finn let out a bit of a amused huff, swallowing past the lump that had formed in his throat. “Nah your right, he does kinda suck….I just wish Id known what I did wrong you know?” 
“Finn” Jake staid sternly, brow furrowed. “You were a baby dude, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Maybe I was a really ugly baby.” 
“Hey.” Jake huffed. “You were a super cute baby, I have the pictures to prove it. Sides, even if you did do something thats no excuse to leave lil baby you helpless and alone in the woods.” 
Finn sighed softly. “Yeah, maybe your right..” 
Jake raised an eyebrow, letting his voice slip into a more playful exaggeration. “What do you mean maybe? Im totally right, all the time without fail.” 
Finn snorted a bit, turning onto his side to face away from the magical dog. “Yeah, sure you are buddy.” 
Jake narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. 
“Whats that supposed to mean? I am right all the time, especially about this.”
“Mhm, sure.” 
“Wha-? Oh you better not even start with that, I can see you trying not to smile.” 
Despite the heavy cloud of sadness that fell over the teen, there was a steady increasing of amusement starting to bubble up in his chest as he continued to face away from his brother. 
“I don’t know what your talking about.” 
Jake put his hands to his hips, putting on his stern “adult figure” voice he used only in emergency times like this. 
“Finn, look at me.”
Silence. 
“Finn, don’t you make me use drastic measures.” 
Even more silence from the human teen, Jake let out a growl stretching out his arms.
“Alright then, you asked for this.”
Stretching out his arms, Jake wrapped them around Finns middle, yanking the teen back across the bed and towards his chest. The human yelped, arms flailing about. 
“What the-!? Jake!” 
The magical dog could barely hold back a smile as he stretched one of his arms out further to free his hand, wiggling his fingers playfully. 
“Sorry dude but you asked for this!” 
Fur covered finger’s skittering up gently across his neck made Finn squeak and scrunch up his shoulders, bursting into squeaky titters.
“W-Waihihit! Jahahake!” 
“Hm? What was that?” Jake grinned, moving his hand to scratching under the teens chin, the current lack of his hat giving him free access. “Couldn’t hear you over how much your laughing.”
Finn, much to his own embarrassment, let out a soft squeal. Shaking his head back and forth to try and get away from his older brothers tickly fingers, kicking out his legs and scuffing up the beds blankets. 
“Nohohoho! Come on mahahan! Im to old for thihihihis!”
Jake scoffed, using his free hand wrapped around Finn to poke along Finns side. “Nah, you ain’t ever too old for this. Sides you used to love this as a little kid.” 
Finn flinched away, curling into himself, but Jakes arms wrapped around him kept him from escaping. His laughter raising in pitch when Jakes hand started pinching gently at his ribs, he shoved at Jakes arms in an attempt to escape but it did little to help.
“Nahahahaha! Whihihihiy?”
“Why?” Jake grinned, scribbling fingers across the back of Finns neck to hear him squeal again. “Cause you’ve been nuthin but all mopey sad today! Sides, Im your older brother. Bullying you like this is kinda muh job.” 
Finn squeaked, fighting with himself to keep his giggly laughter at bay. Though as much as he would never admit it to anyone, especially Jake, the giddy feeling of laughing so freely was helping in its own way to lighten to heavy feeling in his chest. Didn’t mean his older brother wasn’t any less of a jerk though.
“Wehehehll Ihihihi thihihink y-your being ahahaha b-butthead!” 
Jake let out a loud offended gasp. “What did you just call me?? Thats it your really gonna get it now!”
Stretching out his arm further he snaked it down Finns body to wrap around his leg, keeping it still as he lifted it up. Finns eyes snapped open as he burst into nervous laughter, his squirming increasing ten-fold as he tried to pull his leg out of Jakes hold.
“NO! Nohohoho J-Jake-! Dohohohohont!”
“Hmm? Don’t? Don’t what? Don’t dooo….this!?”
He latched onto Finns knee, switching between squeezing sporadically and skittering his fingers underneath it at random.
Finn snorted loudly before bursting into loud body shaking laughter, throwing back his head against Jakes chest he frantically   flailed his arms randomly about, babbling nonsense in between shrieks of bright laughter. 
Jake chuckled. “Heh, you snorted~” 
Finns normally pale face turned an even darker shade of red, causing Jakes smile to widen. 
“Awww you look like a tomato.” He blew gently on one of Finns ears causing him to squeak amongst his loud laughter. “A giggly giggly tomato.” 
“EhehehehAHAHAHAH! U-Uncle UHUHUHUNCLE!” Finn shrieked, voice cracking as he sputtered and snorted in between his cackles. 
With a laugh of his own Jake immediately backed off, unstretching himself and releasing Finn from his hold. Where upon being free the teen curled up onto a ball on the bed, gasping for air as he groaned. 
Jake giggled down at him, eyes crinkling as he looked down at him fondly. “Heh, I forget how fun you are to tickle. You always freak out it’s adorable.”
Finn let out a long whine, kicking out blindly in an attempt to land a hit on his brother. “Come on man shut up.”
Jake smiled as he pat the teen on the shoulder. “Aww dude don’t be like that, you haven’t laughed in like forever! I was just trying to help ya cheer up a bit.”
Finn slightly uncovered his face to look at his dog brother, though he avoided meeting his eyes. “Yeah….I guess I haven’t….” 
Jake stretched his body down slightly so he could meet the humans eye, grinning widely.
“Sooo, does that mean it worked and your feeling better?”
Finns pinkend cheeks turned an even darker shade as he looked away. “…..Maybe…”
Jake cheered, throwing himself forward to lay across Finn in a hug. “Yeahhh! Ol’Jakeys still got it!”
Finn huffed out a laugh, smiling as he playfully shoved at Jakes face. “Your still a  big butthead though.” 
Jake grinned as he moved his head so he could press it against Finns head. “Yeahhhh but you still love me.” 
Finn smiled as he scratched the top of Jakes head causing his small tail to start wagging. “Yeah, I do…..hey you think that meatloaf is still good?”
“Well yeah of course, wanna go eat some and play some video games?”
“Haha yeah! Bet I can beat your high score in bloombombs.”
“Ha! In your dreams!” 
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OKAY OKAY OKAY
I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA
Imagine, Finn comes home from a long day. He's exhausted but excited to see Sunflower. He calls out for them to no response until he sees a single flower with a note on the table. It details the day they first met and on the back it gives a hint to where the next flower is. Each flower has a sweet meaning (usually tied to love) until he gets the last one. It's a sunflower with a ring tied to it and the note simply reads, "Will you marry me?"
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agentsnickers · 1 year
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in which Jason Grace, who grew up at Camp Half-Blood after his sister ran away with him, runs away with Nico di Angelo after Nico's sister dies and Jason's sister leaves him behind and never looks back.
My answer to @tinybro‘s CHB!Jason AU! Obviously I’ve taken a slightly different timeline to the one she’s proposed, but I hope it’s just as satisfying. I have some more ideas for this, so it’s marked incomplete... we’ll see what the timeline is on updates though.
Ft. a cameo by @kingburu because I think I’m funny.
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finntheehumaneater · 3 months
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I owe you a black eye and two kisses
(Part two)
Now on Ao3
playlist | pinboard TW: drugs, swearing
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Steve knew this was a bad idea. He knew it, and yet there he was, doing it anyway. His hands were shaking, and he was pretty sure he was still bleeding somewhere, but he sat patiently at the picnic table behind Hawkins High, waiting for the dealer to show up.
And honestly? Drugs wouldn't fix his situation. If anything, they would probably make it worse. But he just wanted to get back to that floaty-feeling he had felt with Robin a few days ago—to get rid of the feeling that he wasn't safe, because the people who hurt him were gone, and he was fine.
He should be fine, but he wasn't.
And he had a headache, just to top it all off.
He pressed his face into his hands, hating the way That his still-raw skin stung at the contact, but he didn't have the energy to lift his head up. He had felt on the verge of passing out for hours, and he was probably some kind of fucked up, again. But how would he know?
After starcourt, he had pushed the paramedics away—insisting that they check on everyone else, first, leaving him to sit in the back of an ambulance alone— his bruised-up Knees dangling over the edge of the vehicle, a blanket wrapped around his shoulder.
He hadn't needed it. He should have given it to someone else.
He could have gotten himself killed by refusing medical help like that. But that's who he's supposed to be, right? The self-sacrificing hero who puts others before himself—always making sure that everyone else is okay and comfortable before he limps off to go and tend to his own wounds in solitude.
And that's what he was doing. Tending to his own wounds. By buying drugs, of course, like any reasonable person would do. Besides, getting high was always more fun for him after serious head-trauma. He knew the risks, and he liked them.
He and Robin would have to find a new job, too.
Family Video was hiring soon, though, he had seen an ad for it in the newspaper this morning. He'd have to talk to Robin about that. But, then again, he’d probably end up vetoing the option, since he really didn't want to work for Keith.
A voice startled him from his thoughts —a teasing "Well, well, if it ish't Steve Harrington"—and he panicked, his body flinching into itself on its own, back curled like that would protect him from any kind of harm. He could still be beaten senseless like that, though, he knew from experience.
Steve forced himself to straighten, taking a deep breath, and trying to ignore the way that the pounding in his head only got worse after the sudden movement.
He didn't turn as Eddie Munson made his way to The other side of the picnic table, sitting down and placing his small, metal lunchbox between them.
“Munson,” Steve muttered, Kkeeping his head ducked, his eyes glued to a spot of lichen growing out of the wood of the table, desperately hoping that the hair falling over his forehead would help hide his battered-up face better. 
“Harrington,” Eddie said back, but the cockines and teasing in his voice faltered slightly. "Shit, man, what happened to you?"
Steve shook his head, trying to turn away, but Eddie must have leaned over the table, because there was a thumb pressed to his chin, bringing his face up—the tip of it just brushing his bottom lip for a moment. It didn't move away when he winced and tugged back slightly, his skin burning at the contact. “Steve. What happened?"
Steve moved his eyes up to meet Eddie’s, and he had never felt more exposed in a t-shirt and jeans than he did now, what with the way Eddie was looking at him. It was Robin's Madonna t-shirt, and even though she only wore baggy things, really, it was still a bit tight on him, pushing up against his stomach a bit. But he had borrowed it because it was soft and cotton, the kind of fabric that didn't make him feel like he'd need to peel off his skin to be comfortable again after wearing it.
"Starcourt, " Steve managed, kind of loving the way that Eddie's thumb pressed against his skin a bit harder, his index finger hooked under Steve's chin to keep him in place. "M'okay."
Eddie narrowed his eyes, looking Steve over again, and Steve could feel his face flush as Eddie ran a finger down Steve’s bruised cheek and sighed. “Huh. Alright, then. Glad you’re okay.”
Steve nodded and watched as Eddie opened the box, looking at Steve expectantly, because of course he was waiting for Steve to tell him what he wanted, but Steve was feeling unsure, now. Did he really need to get high? That didn’t seem like it would help with his headache. He had really only done this once, and he felt horrible afterwards.
“I—I can’t do this,” He choked out, hating the way that his eyes stung, his hands gripping at his arms as he looked away, because he was tired. He was tired, that was it. Definitely. His fingers dug into his skin a bit harder, and he managed to get out an, “I’m sorry,” when he heard Eddie sigh and the box close.
“It’s okay,” Eddie whispered, his voice softer and less demanding than before. “Do you need anything? A ride home? You look kind of pale, sweetheart.”
“I don’t…I’m fine. You probably—you don’t need to do that,” Steve sniffed, wiping his eyes. He didn’t want to cry in front of Eddie, but he really couldn’t help it.
“At least let me walk you to your car?”
“I didn’t bring it. I—I walked here. Needed some fresh air, I guess…”
He looked back at Eddie, and Eddie looked him over once more, getting up and looking at Steve expectantly again. “Well, if you think I’m going to let you walk for half-an-hour like this, then you’re wrong. Let’s go, I’ll drive you home.”
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EDIT: since this is getting so much attention, I would also just like to say that if you guys like my writing, I have more of it here ❤️
(I might make a part two of this and post it if people are interested, but I’m putting this here so that you guys can bug me about finishing this if you’d like :D)
I did not read this over. So sorry for any mistakes.
Title from this song
I hope you enjoyed my 11PM shitty writing, and reblogs and comments are appreciated!! ⭐️
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Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smut, Angst, A/busive Relationships, veteran Bellamy working construction, Nurse Clarke;
Words: 15,415
Bellamy and his contruction crew are hired to fix the Griffin manor's back porch and garden. Clarke's stuck in an abusive marriage with Finn who's dream is to have the perfect family life so he could rise through the ranks, become mayor, then perhaps even senator and he doesn't care what he has to do to get it. Meanwhile Clarke feel sad and uncertain of what is even happening to her anymore. That is until she lays eyes on Bellamy Blake.
Bellarke Christmas exchange, written for @dark-scape
"I love it." she admitted "Used to want to go to art school."
"Why didn't you?" she shrugged and looked down at their hands that were so close to each other that all she wanted to do was take his fingers in hers and never let go of them.
"I don't know...mom wanted me to go to medschool and I did grow to love being a nurse."
"But your true passion is drawing?" she hummed and he picked up her chin with his hand, putting their faces really close to each other again. "You should keep up with it."
"I only started drawing again recently." she didn't tell him it had all to do with him but judging by the cocky smile he got on his face, he read right through her.
"Oh yeah? Was there any reason why?"
"I got inspired again." she admitted and decided to tease him as she pushed closer and now their noses touched while her hand reached over to his middle where she put the stethoscope earlier. He reached to put his beer aside and take his leg off the table too, coming in even closer to her. Two could play this game and she was intent to show him that.
"By what?" he asked and she smiled as she snuck her hand under his shirt for a brief moment and grazing his ribs with her nails. His stomach jumped, so did his dick in his pants that were getting really thight for him.
"I have no idea." she said innocently as she pulled away and made his breath hitch again. "What about you? Any passions?" she picked up the plates from the table and went to the sink where she threw away whatever was left in them and turned the water on. Bellamy wasn't stupid-he understood the signs clearly, she wanted this as much as he did and they were simply fooling around right now, playing their game.
He got on his feet and limped to the counter where he leaned on it from behind and trapped her so that she couldn't move. He leaned into her ear and whispered.
"War. I've always been good at it." he admitted. Her breath hitched and she dropped the plate she was holding as the water kept beating on it. When he pushed a bit harder from behind her, rubbing his half-hard dick against her butt, she gasped and he reached to tuck a strand of hair fallen on her cheek, behind her ear. "That and...history. Writing. I like that."
"So you're a writer?"
"Used to be. Overtime I just got better at holding a rifle as I said. Some people may find it to be fucked up but..." he let his hand fall to her side and he quickly snuck it under her arm, so he'd be able to cup her breasto over her thin shirt and make her move on her toes and press hard against his body.
"It isn't." she looked back at him and he smiled at her as he looked down on her. With his good hand he reached out and turned the tap off, then he placed it on her lower stomach, close to her crotch and pushed her harder against his body, rubbing his dick up and down her crack a little without breaking eye-contact with her. "Maybe you should pick it up again." she offered, gasping for it. Her hand flew to his wrist, desperate to hold onto something and he just smiled devilishly again. She hadn't felt that hot and aroused in...maybe ever, she was already pathetically dripping in her panties, so bad, she just wanted to touch herself and his cock pressing against the crack of her ass made it worse despite the fact that it was all happening with their clothes on.
"I don't know...I found a new hobby lately. I think you and I share it." he whispered as his other hand worked to find her nipple and pinch it between his fingers while his other hand went lower to cup her crotch through her jeans. She wasn't sure if he could feel the wetness there already but his eyes widened a little which meant he probably could.
"What's that?"
"Undressing at the window every night and making me go crazy about you." he whispered before he finally leaned down and kissed her.
Clarke lost any ground she had and almost collapsed in his arms-this felt like nothing she's ever done. His lips were so soft against hers and his tongue didn't just move uncomfortably in her mouth, desperate to do something like Finn's did, no...he just kissed her slowly, wanted to become one with her and allowed her the chance to also take charge if she wanted, which she did.
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lierdumoa · 1 year
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I see a lot of Spuffy fanfic make the argument that, because Buffy is a slayer, she could never get sexual satisfaction from a weak human man.
"She'd always have to restrain her natural reactions and control her superstrength! She'd never get to really let go! How can she possibly have good sex that way?"
I wonder if the people making this argument even watched season 6.
Yes, some of the sex Buffy had with Spike in season 6 was the violent, no-holds-barred, wall breaking, building demolishing kind of sex.
But if you pay attention you'll notice that most of the sex she had with Spike in season 6 was the exact opposite of that.
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Remember when Buffy and Spike were fucking in public in the middle of the Bronze? Remember how she carefully held onto the banister without accidentally snapping it? Remember how little noise she made? Remember how still she held herself?
The need for restraint certainly didn't seem to prevent her from getting off then.
In fact, I'm pretty sure the need for restraint was what got her off.
Buffy and Spike turned "holding back" into a kink in and of itself, going out of their way to fuck in places where they could get caught at any moment, so they had to be as quiet as possible, and move as little as possible, and be gentler than they might otherwise be. Trying not to make any noise or leave any marks or mess up Buffy's makeup/hair was part of the taboo of "getting away with" semi-public sex, and therefore part of the turn-on.
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Riley believed he wasn't strong enough, or dominant enough, or undead enough to sexually satisfy Buffy.
It baffles me that so many Spuffy fans actually seem to agree with Riley on this.
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Spike wasn't stronger than Buffy when they were fucking like bonobos in season 6. He certainly wasn't more dominant than Buffy. And he wasn't drinking her blood to get her off, either.
Spike reveled in the fact that Buffy was stronger than him. When he challenged her physically, it was with the clear knowledge that she would win. Mostly Spike challenged Buffy emotionally and intellectually. He'd suss out all her guilty pleasures and turn that knowledge into dirty talk.
The qualities that made Spike good in bed are the same qualities that make a normal human man good in bed. Spike used attentiveness, creativity, versatility and skill to get Buffy off.
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I side-eye any fanfiction writer who agrees with Riley on anything, but especially on this.
Riley's problem was never that he was human. His problem was that he was too caught up in his own insecurities and presumptions to pay attention to Buffy's actual wants and needs.
He claimed he wanted Buffy to be more open and vulnerable with him, but he was the one closing himself off and throwing up emotional walls any time he learned anything about her that didn't fit into his rigid conception of what a heterosexual relationship should look like.
Riley wanted Buffy to "let herself" cry but he never wanted to let her rage. Sad!Buffy was someone Riley could comfort and protect. Angry!Buffy was someone Riley feared. Spike, for all his flaws, at least understood that anger was a crucial part of Buffy's grieving process, and didn't expect her to shrivel and weep whenever she felt overwhelmed.
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TL&DR blaming Buffy's failed relationship with Riley on the fact that he couldn't physically overpower her is heteronormative and probably abelist and definitely conventional and boring.
Much like Riley.
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wowbright · 4 months
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Fic: Recommend
Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023
Words: ~1500 words                                         
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: Although Kurt's faith has changed, he still manages to get his temple recommend renewed.
Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the possibilities for their future. Mormonsplaining and mild warnings in tags.
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Kurt and his parents had always planned for him to do Finn's temple work when he got back from his mission. It had seemed the right thing at the time, a fitting way to honor the two young men’s brotherhood and make it even more real.
They hadn't seen its one glaring flaw: they were all assuming Kurt would return from Germany with the same faith he'd taken with him when he’d left.
“I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get my temple recommend renewed when I get back,” Elder St. James said to Kurt on their Lufthansa flight to New York. He was on his third Milka mini chocolate bar snatched from the candy buffet near the bathrooms on the lower deck, and Kurt was on his fourth.
“Why?” Kurt said. “Gluttony’s not against the Word of Wisdom. Besides, if chocolate and cookies are all they're going to offer us between meals and we're growing young men, we kind of have no choice. Besides, that breakfast was hardly a breakfast.”
“European breakfasts never are,” agreed Elder St. James. “But it's not the Word of Wisdom I'm concerned about. It's that question about sustaining all the leaders. I'm not sure I can answer ‘yes’ to that in good conscience. I mean, I voted to sustain them at the last general conference, but since my vote doesn’t actually mean anything since they just ignore the abstentions and opposition votes, am I actually sustaining them?”
“You pray for them, don't you?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I think that's what sustaining means—offering sustenance. With a child, that would mean giving them food and clothing and shelter and support and love. The leaders don't need those first three things from us, but they do need our support and love. And we show that by respecting them and praying for them.”
“Huh.” Elder St. James opened a fourth chocolate bar and took a thoughtful bite. “I suppose that works. I mean, it's not my fault that I can't actually sustain them in the vote sense, and the temple questions are supposed to be about things that are within our own control, so … Thanks, Elder Hummel. That helps.”
Kurt unwrapped his fifth chocolate. But before he could break off a piece, he started wondering if he was eating his feelings, trying not to think about what was actually happening, how he was currently vaulting through the sky at hundreds of miles an hour, every second pulling him farther and farther away from Blaine and closer to a future that he couldn't envision. Hmmm. Maybe he should eat his feelings. It was better than thinking about that. Besides, he felt nowhere near full.
“Do you have any worries?” Elder St. James said.
Kurt had so many worries, he didn't know where to start. Maybe he could mention how he didn't actually understand how planes stayed in the air and it was rather disconcerting to be hovering over the Arctic when he could easily imagine the plane just dropping out of the sky and plunging them into the icy water to their untimely deaths, and while he didn't fear for his own salvation, he did rather like this life they were currently living and also, it would be terrible for his parents to lose two sons in so many years. But before Kurt could think about whether this was an appropriate response, Elder St. James clarified, “About your temple recommend questions?”
Kurt gave his one-time companion a sharp look. “What's that supposed to mean?” The recommend questions included one about the law of chastity, and while Kurt knew he had done nothing wrong, it would be better if rumors didn’t spread. Blaine was still inside the mission.
“Nothing in particular.” The vacant look behind elder St. James's eyes seemed to confirm his sincerity. “I mean, you’re such a Peter Priesthood I figured you wouldn't have trouble with any of them. But maybe I was hoping, just a little, that you were in the same boat as me.”
“What boat is that?” Kurt asked.
Elder St. James popped the rest of his chocolate bar into his mouth and chewed it slowly. He didn't speak again until he had swallowed it all. “I don't know. Not as excited about all this church stuff as I was when we were on the plane out here? I mean, I don't even know if I want to go to the temple again.”
"Well, the temple is –" Kurt looked over your shoulder to make sure no one was listening. He had, perhaps, become a little too used to speaking about the temple freely with Blaine. “–it's a lot different from every day worship. And the sessions are long. But I want to go back. I have work to do for my stepbrother.”
The necessity of that work, Kurt’s obligation to his family—they had nagged at Kurt as he’d weighed the risks of becoming physically intimate with Blaine. It had felt like another unfairness imposed on him by the church, forced to choose between loyalty to the family he came from and commitment to the family he was discovering in Blaine.
But as time passed and Kurt got closer to leaving Germany, denying the gift Blaine was offering him had begun to feel like a sin bigger than any lie Kurt might tell the bishop. And he had discovered just how true that was when they finally slept together: being intimate with Blaine, Kurt had felt for the first time what it must have been like to be one of those legendary first humans, before sin and pain existed, when they felt no shame in their nakedness or the bodies that had been gifted them. Their love was sinless because it grew from that same place without sin.
So it was with a clean conscience, upon returning to Ohio, that Kurt answered yes to his bishop’s question of Do you obey the law of chastity? Kurt’s actions with Blaine had been authentically chaste—reserved for one’s spouse, pure in conduct and intention, free of coercion, seeing the full humanity of the other person and loving them for it. Blaine was his other half in the truest sense, regardless of whether the church or the law recognized it.
Nor did Kurt have any qualms about professing his testimony in God the creator or in Jesus Christ or the restoration of the gospel—his faith in these things was even deeper than before he left on his mission, though in a way he would never have expected.
Even Do you support, affiliate with, or agree with any group or individual whose teachings or practices are contrary to or oppose those accepted by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints? was easy to answer the right way, because the only teachings “accepted by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints” were those that had come before the general conference for a vote of common consent. The Proclamation on the Family wasn't one of those things. And besides, he was pretty sure the question was mainly meant to root out polygamists.
Do you keep the covenants that you made in the temple? and Do you strive to keep the covenants you have made, to attend your sacrament and other meetings, and to keep your life in harmony with the laws and commandments of the gospel? were harder. Kurt wasn't even sure he remembered all the covenants he had made in the temple. But the ones he remembered, and the ones he had honestly agreed to, with full understanding—he strove to keep those. As for keeping his life in harmony with the laws and commandments of the gospel, he was more committed to doing that than he’d ever been, even if his understanding of “the gospel” was probably different than his bishop’s.
“Have there been any sins or misdeeds in your life that should have been resolved with priesthood authorities but have not been?” the bishop asked.
“No,” Kurt answered.
“And finally,” the bishop said, “do you consider yourself worthy to enter the Lord’s house and participate in temple ordinances?”
No more or less than any other of God’s children, Kurt thought to say, but he knew it wasn't the answer the bishop was looking for and would only confuse him. “Yes,” Kurt said.
The bishop signed the recommend and sent Kurt on his way with a smile and a handshake and, “Now, don’t spend all your time at the temple. Your first priority now that you've gotten back from your mission is to find a wife.”
“Thanks for the advice," said Kurt, trying to accept it in the same well-meaning spirit it was given.
Then it was rinse and repeat with the stake president, and Kurt had his recommend. Alone in the car, he turned the card over in his hand, staring at the movement of light over its barcode and lettering. “Finn,” he said, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
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