#i'm so sorry this is ridiculously late but!! thank you for your patience.

[kingtheghast]

Hi!

Where's a good place to start reading through the Space Opera au posts? Is chronological order through the tag on your blog alright/is there a masterpost? (from what I've seen it looks super interesting!!)

Also! What inspired it? I'm curious

thanks!

Hi! I'm so sorry for the late ask but- Well. We (and by that I mean all the people involved in the au) got a bit too excited over your ask and just decided to make an entire power point presentation, idea of @riacte (thank you Ria I adore you).

This will be our masterpost too so hopefully we're able to keep up to date and gather more of the countless documents we've got with lore and such, and arrange them into here. The posts in my blog are not really in chronological order, and most of the recent art I've got are meant to be like random screenshot of random boring scenes, which intentionally adds nothing to the perception of chronological order- but that's where the story part of the power point comes in, that one's definetly in order!

In the spopera power point aka the spowerpoint, we go in depth into the story of the au, each main character and a few of the other ones, the space racing sport made up for the story, planets and alien species, a few written publications in AO3, and the in-universe social media aspects.

Here's a very small preview of what's in the presentation; this is just a tiny snippet of the written premise we've got, so I absolutely recommend checking out the actual slide presentation. We're like, ridiculously proud of it and had a lot of fun.

As for what inspired this au, literally this single message sent by @jazzyjesse. It sort of sparked that "I love space" part of everyone's brain in the server and we just started to brainstorm immediately on top of it.

Thank you for the patience on this answer, hope you enjoy the presentation! As you can see from the message above this au is a few years old and it's quite beloved by all of the people involved, and having people ask about it makes us very happy. So thank you for the ask!

#space opera au #asks.tag #i cannot explain how crazy we went when the idea of a power point was brought up #thank you Ria i love you #frens is when you have a bud

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Hey peeps. I'm really sorry but I actually have bad news and not a Valentine's Day chapter for today. I got diagnosed with tendonitis and I need to rest my hand and not write too much. I'm currently also working on my Master's thesis and that has priority, for obvious reasons I think, and I'm having a really hard time not being able to write some more König stuff, because really that's all I want to do.

I mean, I have found some speech to text programs that work pretty well (I'm actually using it right now to type this out), but it still takes a lot more time and then I still need to proofread manually, so it will take until the weekend or next week to post some more.

I have some chapters already written out that I finished some time ago that might not fit the plot exactly, but will work as random scenes. So I might fall back on some of those for the time being.

I hope you understand and thanks for your patience! 

I actually wrote a little scene about it when my wrist first started hurting, so I'm just going to post this today (I also read through it again and the big guy is still my comfort character), maybe some of you can also use a little fluff with König today <3

kissing it better <3

(domestic fluff, hinted-at smut, mdni)

Monday at 8, I go to work after drinking my morning coffee with him and I return to his house again in the late afternoon, finding him and Mimi cuddling on the couch, the little ball of fur snuggling into his broad chest. Seeing them like that, squeezes my heart a little bit.

I hop onto his lap, Mimi meowing because now she isn’t the only one occupying this space anymore. We laugh and I can finally give him a kiss. He kisses me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and thighs.

Next to him on the end table, there are three new bottles of black nail polish. “They didn’t have the brand you normally use, so I just bought a few.”, he explains, smiling at me apologetically.

And this small gesture makes me melt a little. I picture him, the ridiculously tall, scary looking metalhead standing in the boutique in front of the shelf with all the tiny bottles of nailpolish – and then picking out three of the same colour because he didn’t know which one I would like.

“Thanks, even though that wasn’t necessary.”, I say, pressing a little ‘thank you’ kiss onto his nose. I reach for one of the bottles but pull back when a pang of pain shoots through my wrist.

His eyes widen, just a bit, his look fixed on the spot where I hold it against my chest, slowly massaging it. “What happened?”, he asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know, my wrist just hurts.” I sigh. “It started today at work and it just doesn’t go away.”

He catches my hand, pulling my wrist from my hold, and inspects the joint, softly moving it. He stretches it down gently, my small palm between his huge, tattooed fingers. “Does that hurt?”, he wants to know. I shake my head and he pulls it into the other direction. I hiss slightly, as the light sting of pain spreads, and he lets go immediately.

“I think, you may have overworked it a little bit.”, he mumbles, softly massaging the muscles and tendons around the wrist. Pushing his thumbs into the sensitive skin, until I sigh and relax a bit.

König pulls my wrist closer, up to his lips, pressing them onto the joint. Placing soft kisses where it hurts. Kissing it better. I can feel his warm breath coasting over my skin as he slowly makes his way to the inside of my wrist, still rubbing the spots that hurt lightly with his big strong fingers. His eyes snap up to mine, holding my gaze that is already on him.

His tongue darts out, licking over the pulse point, like he can’t help himself. The soft wet touch sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. My mouth drops open just a little bit as he puts his over the sensitive spot and sucks, gently. A little moan escapes my lips, and I can see the heat in his eyes intensifying.

He pulls back, pressing another kiss to my wrist, lingering a little longer than he needs to. Still holding my gaze. “A little better?”, he asks, with a soft smile. His little kisses seem to be the best medicine, even though they are pure placebo.

“Yes, thank you.”, I say as I lean forward and give him a proper kiss on the lips.

“Just let it rest the next few days and it’ll get better, okay?”, he suggests then.

I nod, but I can’t help myself, as I add-on: “So, no handjobs?”, biting back a grin.

He shoots me a look that tells me to stop being such a brat, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “Exactly, that was my point, Fräulein.”, he answers sarcastically, patting my ass.

His demeanor changes again before he asks: “Are you hungry? I cooked some pasta.” He already kinda knows the answer to that (I can always eat, especially carbs) as he’s getting up, just lifting me up in one swift motion, only to set me down on the floor next to him.

“Starving actually, I didn’t really have lunch today.”, I sigh. “More exhausting clients instead.”

“We’ll get you something to eat and then you can tell me all about it. How does that sound, hm?”, he suggests. His arm snakes around my waist while he presses a little kiss on the top of my head.

“That sounds great.”, I tell him, a small smile on my face, as I take his hand – with the wrist that doesn’t hurt – and follow him to the kitchen.

Mimi gets up as well and tipples after us, her tail flicking up in the air, as she meows again like she wants to say ‘I’m hungry too!’.

~ more stuff in the Masterlist~

#metalhead!könig #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #könig x reader #tw: age gap

[youwouldntlietopapa]

"I'm not jealous, you are jealous."

With Primo

This is anon and it’s definitely not Beth ❤️

I love you and I like you thank you bye

Oof, okay, this one got more feelsy that I was aiming for. Sorry not sorry.

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“Buongiorno, sorella.” Primo’s greeting sounds unusually formal and a bit flat when you walk into the greenhouse. Not his usual warm welcome or his smile. In fact, he hasn’t looked up from his work table where he was fussing over one of his plants.

“… Good morning, Papa.” You respond, sounding more like you’re asking a question than offering a hello. “It’s nearly tea time.”

It’s become a habit over the last few weeks. Tea with Primo in the greenhouse at 10:30. Late enough in the morning that he’s ready for a break and early enough to give you some time to spend together before lunch. It’s… something. Neither of you have been willing to name it or put rules to it. It simply is what it is and you’re content knowing that you’re both comfortable and happy with your arrangement, without worrying too much about the rest. Sharing his bed (or work bench, or chair, or whatever else is at hand) when the mood strikes, and enjoying his company just as much.

You walk over, setting the tea tray down on the bench next to where he’s working. Primo still doesn’t look, shifting his weight subtly to make any attempt at a kiss on the cheek awkward if not impossible. It’s not like him to behave that way and definitely not like him to not even offer a thank you for bringing pastries from the kitchens.

“Not today, I think.” He says bluntly. “I am very busy.”

You blink at him for a long moment. “Replanting that hosta? Primo, if you’re going to lie to me, could you at least make it less insultingly transparent?”

He huffs. “I did not think you would come today. I have things to do.”

“Why wouldn’t I come today, of all days?” That’s all the patience you have for talking to his back and you walk around him to actually see his face. “If I did something, I wish you would tell me.”

“You did nothing. I just assume you would be with Cardinal Doyle this morning. Too busy for tea out here.” He says Doyle’s name like a curse, his mouth twisting sourly.

It takes a moment for the meaning to sink in, like an unexpected slap in the face. You had been talking to the Cardinal or, more like, he was talking to you. The other Sisters had already warned you about that man and his wandering hands. He was a menace and a pest, and also had seniority. It was very hard not to talk to him once he got it in his head to talk to you.

“What on Earth are you talking about, Primo? Do you mean at breakfast?”

“In the hall, si. You seemed very interested in what he had to say. I hear him telling you to come to his office later.” He finally looks at you, trying to keep his face neutral but his pale eye glows in the muted light of the greenhouse. “You are not obligated here, Sorella. If you wish to meet with the Cardinal, I am capable of entertaining myself.”

“Are you being serious right now?” You stare at him, stunned. “Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“Are you forgetting who you are talking to?” In all the time you’ve known him, you’ve never heard Primo play the I am Papa card. Definitely not with you. He’s told you more times than you care to count that he’s too old for juvenile dick measuring contests. I always win those anyway, he winks every time.

But not today, apparently.

“I thought I knew. But I’m starting to wonder.” You pause and look at him, pieces clicking together. “Are you… Are you jealous???”

Primo scoffs and dusts the dirt off his hands, marching across the greenhouse to look for a larger pot. “Now you are just being ridiculous!”

“Me!? You’re the one who’s all bent out of shape because I was talking to Cardinal Doyle – who approached me by the way! He’s my superior, what was I meant to do? Walk away? I’m so sorry, Cardinal, Papa Primo will be absolutely miserable if I talk to anyone else! A rule I was supposed to just intuit, as it happens. I know, very odd, but you must know that I can read Papa’s mind and know exactly what he wants without him ever actually telling me!”

That certainly got his attention. Primo turned back, pulling himself up tall. It was easy to forget how imposing he could be. Easy to forget that Papa Secondo was his little brother. His little brother who still wouldn’t cross the eldest Emeritus. But you are quickly reminded, fighting the urge to try and shrink down, to back away.

“You may speak to whomever you wish, Sorella. You do not belong to me, clearly. If it is Doyle you want, you have my blessing. May the Old One bring you both nothing but happiness.” His tone was icy cold.

“You are jealous!” Is all you can think to retort. Maybe not your finest comeback and definitely not ideal timing, but no one ever said you were good at keeping your mouth shut.

“I am not jealous. You are jealous!” Primo snaps.

This time you do stand there, looking like he slapped you. Part of you wants to laugh at the absurdity and part wants to scream. Not able to make a decision, what finally comes out of your mouth is simply, “Who in all the depths of hell is it I’m jealous of, exactly?”

“I see you yesterday, and several days before that, Sorella. Don’t think I am so old and feeble I don’t notice. The way you glare daggers at Sorella Abigail when she comes to talk with me.” There mockery in his tone meant to get under your skin and it works all too well.

“Abigail???” You are very aware of how loud you’ve both gotten and the greenhouse walls aren’t thick. But to hell with it. “You think I’m jealous of Abigail???”

“Si, Sorella.” He fires back snidely. “You deny it?”

“Satanas, I think I had better just go get your brothers because I think they may need to take you to the doctor for whatever head injury you’ve apparently suffered. Jealous of Abigail. Lucifer be merciful. Of all the absurd things you could have said. The last person I will ever be jealous of is that catty, manipulative, power hungry little social climber. You can talk to her whenever you want, Papa, I just thought she was making a damned fool of herself, aiming to be rejected by the third Papa this month!”

“And you were, what? Going to Doyle’s office just for a nice chat? Hmm? Everyone here knows who he is. What he does. Don’t tell me you don’t know. I see right through you. You want to fuck that stronzo, you go ahead. And when you are sorry and disappointed, don’t come back here crying to me. I try to warn you.” He slams the bigger pot for the hosta down on the bench so hard it cracks.

“I don’t want to fuck Doyle!” You shout back at him. The shadow of a ghoul on the greenhouse wall freezes, pressing a little closer to listen. You know that silhouette. “SWISS, FUCK OFF!”

The shadow skitters away, leaving you to your shouting match.

“I was only talking to him because his fucking sister is a florist and she knows people who deal in rare flowers, you absolute dickhead! All I wanted was her number so I could surprise you because it’s your birthday next month! But I suppose I won’t need to worry about that now, will I? I don’t need to ask you what this is or if you want more. I don’t need to tell you how I feel. You’re the brilliant Papa who’s already got it all figured out. It’s Doyle I want, right? Just my type. Creepy scumbag who keeps trying to feel me up. Not the man I actually spend all my free time with. Not the man I actually get excited to see.” Your anger and your hurt collide and your voice cracks. All the energy you’d had for yelling vanishing at once.

“Not the man I actually love.” Your eyes drop to the floor because it hurts to look at him, and all you can manage is a tired sigh. “I’m so sorry I bothered you, Papa. Please forgive me. I won’t keep you from your work any longer.”

His hand catches your elbow before you can reach the door and when you look back at him, there’s something panicked and uncertain in his eyes. A hope he’s afraid to give voice to, half certain it will crumble to dust if he tries.

“You don’t mean that.” It’s not angry or even accusing. Just disbelief.

The tears on your cheeks burn like acid. Traitors, every one of them. “You’re going to call me a liar now too?”

“Tesoro…”

“Don’t snip at me about treating you like you’re old and feeble and then tell me you didn’t know, Primo.” You hang your head and give in to the exhaustion. “I love you. Of course I love you. I spend every morning waiting to come out here just to see you. To be with you. To be close to you. You had to know.”

“Why didn’t you say?” His hand slips from your elbow to your hand.

“Say what, Primo? That it wasn’t enough? Because it was. It was enough to just… to just have you to myself for a little while. A few minutes. An hour. Whatever I got. I could make it enough because it was better than nothing. And if… if I said it and it was wrong… it would vanish. I couldn’t… I couldn’t risk that.”

His warm arms envelope you, wrapping you in the smell of fresh turned earth and a dozen different herbs you can’t hope to name all of. The sound of his heartbeat, faster than its usual steady rhythm. His hand rubbing your back, soothing and calm.

“Mi dispiace.” That voice, that’s the one you know. Primo’s voice. “Mi dispiace, angelo mio. Forgive me. I don’t have an excuse. I am a fool. A fool who doesn’t deserve you.”

His finger hooks under your chin and lifts it to look you in the eye. Gently drying your tears, cupping your cheek. “I thought…” He sighs, shaking his head at himself. “I see the way he hangs around you. Like a fly, always buzzing. But you smile, you laugh and I think… Satan knows what I think. Stupid, ridiculous, petty things. Because he is still young, he is flashy and confident… And I am…”

“Perfect.” You finish for him. “You are perfect.”

Primo presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. “Far from perfect. But for you, fiore mio, I will keep trying to be.” His lips brush against yours softly. “Anch'io ti amo… from the start. The very beginning. No matter how many times I tell myself you don’t need an old man holding you back. I can’t help it. I don’t want to. Ti amo. Ti amo tanto. Ti amo così tanto che non riesco a pensare lucidamente.”

When you stretch up to kiss him again, it’s no light brushing of lips. Your hands catch the back of his neck and you kiss him deeply, passionately, the way you’ve held back from anywhere but bed. Worried it would overstep some line. Break some unwritten rule. But he leans into the kiss, meeting you with equal desire and need. His arms crushing you to himself.

When you finally break away and look back at him, it’s like seeing a new man. “Does that mean we can still have tea?”

“No.” He says firmly. Letting you go and taking your hand, he starts walking quickly toward the far end of the greenhouse, hidden by a thick layer of foliage, to the private room you two have made use of before.

“No. Today, amore, I still have apologies to make and lost time to make up for.”

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Anch'io ti amo = I love you too

Ti amo. Ti amo tanto. Ti amo così tanto che non riesco a pensare lucidamente. = I love you. I love you so much. I love you so much I can't think straight.

#ask prompts #ghost fanfic #Primo x reader #MDNI

[jcbbby]

🗡️ "I never loved you."

I'm gonna hate myself for this

thank you for your patience my love!! <3 thank you for being a part of my celebration, and for being here, and for being lovely!! I'm so so so so sorry it's so short, it seemed so much longer in my head, and I'm exhausted. :( the length of this does not accurately reflect my LOVE FOR YOU - "I never loved you." warnings: none really genre: angst -

"Do my eyes deceive me?" A gruff voice pulled you from your sleep.

You eyes shot open. Standing in front of you was Jace, arms crossed, his blue eyes dark and vengeful. Also jolted awake to the left of you in your bed was Simon. You must have fallen asleep last night reading more about The Institute and history of Shadowhunters. You asked Simon to come help research yesterday evening and you must of lost track of time. You had woken up on his shoulder as Jace's voice filled the room, realizing why Jace seemed to be upset. You quickly shuffled away from Simon, swinging your feet over the side of the bed, coming to your feet.

"Jace, no. No, I know what it looks like. But we just fell asleep reading." You stepped toward him.

Simon slipped out of the bed. "Uhh...I um...I better get going then..."

He awkwardly walked between the two of you toward the door, as Jace stared at him intensely. Simon shot you a helpless look as he passed, before disappearing out through the doorway. You turned back to Jace, his expression was still baked into a scowl.

"Jace, I swear. We were just doing some research and it got really late. Nothing happened."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

"W-why wouldn't you?"

"Please, with the way he looks at you?" His eyes narrowed.

You shook your head, confused. "What do you mean?"

Jace chuckled, throwing his head back slightly. "Are you so naïve? The guy is in love with you!"

"Excuse me?" You crossed your arms to match his. "No, no. He's my best friend. He's like a brother to me. You know that."

He lowered his arms and stepped to close the gap between the two of you. "You should probably make sure he knows that."

"Jace...what...I...stop it, you're being ridiculous right now." You stammered.

"Am I? Correct me if I'm wrong, but just the other night it was me who was in your bed. And I've just found you in bed with another man. What am I missing, hmm? You just needed to sample some other flavor before deciding on the one you've had for ages?"

"What? Jace, come on-"

"Save it." He spat as he turned to leave.

You followed as he made his way out the door and down the hall.

"Jace!" You called. "No, I love you. You, not Simon!"

He stopped in his tracks and paused a moment. He wanted to say it back, deep down, he had wanted to say it weeks ago. But he couldn't bear admitting it now. With his feelings and his pride hurt, all he felt disdain. He turned around to face you, a slight smile on your face, hoping to sway him over with your sincerity.

"I love you, Jace." You repeated, reaching your arm out to him.

He flinched away, looking you up an down with a grimace. "I never loved you."

You recoiled, your heart sinking. "I swear...n-nothing happened..."

He sighed in a huff. "Yeah, with us.... I think you two should leave."

He turned away from you, making his way further down the hall. You followed in hasted, but weren't able to catch up to him in time before he disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"Jace!" You pounded on the door. "Jace, please!"

There was no answer. You pounded once more, out of frustration. He had made up his mind that you had betrayed him. You turned your back to the door, leaning against it and sliding down to the floor, a sharp exhale escaping your throat.

#jcbbby 500 follower party! #jace wayland x reader #jace herondale x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower fanfic #jamie bower fanfic #city of bones

[undreaming-fanfiction]

For the writing prompt, I'd love to see your take on 26 of you feel so inclined 😊 I love your writing!

I'm so, SO sorry this took so long. But the prompt you chose was so good I wanted to do it justice and...well. Have an almost 8k fanfic instead of a drabble, I guess? Thank you so much for your support, reblogs and comments, they always make my day!

26: “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

Second Time's The Charm

Summary: In 1983, strange things start happening in Hawkins, Indiana. Barb Holland develops an irrational fear of water. Will Byers feels constantly cold and weak. Steve Harrington seems to have a concussion, but there's nothing on his pretty face. Eddie Munson watches all these events unfold without knowing that this is only a beginning to a story where he also has a role to play.

1983

Eddie Munson knew all his life where he belonged. Not literally, he'd never had a stable home until Wayne took him in and he still half-expected his uncle to run of patience with his petty crimes one day, no matter how many times the man grasped his shoulder - gently, so much more than his father ever had - and repeated he'd never, ever give up on him. But he always knew his rank in the world's pecking order, he was the trailer trash, the freak, the kid of a criminal. His life had been decided for him the moment he was born, he would live on the edge of the society, make friends with his kind of people, hopefully not crossing paths with the more privileged ones for too long. Like jocks. Like the King Steve Harrington.

It was all just a giant joke. They never spoke much in school, Eddie got held back once and they ended up in the same class, but something happened with King Steve in November of 1983, shortly after one of the girls in high school, Barbara Holland, got an inexplicable panic attack and developed fear of water, out of the blue. Eddie had no idea what was going on with that, but he saw Nancy Wheeler, Steve's rumored girlfriend, comforting the girl, and maybe he saw something in her eyes, something...haunted? Like a piece knowledge no one should ever have to retain, a curse no one would ever understand. Or maybe he was just imagining things. Surely he was. Still, it made a sick addition to his latest campaign.

With King Steve, there was no grand break down, no new phobia. One day he was his usual self, a giant douchebag ruling the pathetic pile of dung that was the high school hierarchy, shoving people away and making cruel remarks with Tommy Hagan. The next day, he wobbled into the morning class that Eddie miraculously also managed to get up for, pale as a sheet of paper. He sometimes touched his nose as if there was something wrong with it - a ridiculous notion, it looked as perfect as ever. Eddie assumed Steve had overdone it the night before and was pretty hungover, but that wasn't it. Steve suddenly became more quiet, cut off Tommy and Carol and fully dedicated his time to his girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Even if there were rumored falling outs, they overcame all of them - until they didn't.

1984

Their breakup happened in late 1984, Eddie couldn't be bothered to remember the date, but he knew about it. Everyone knew about it, just as well as about the new  usurper king, even douchier Billy Hargrove. And sure, break ups had their weird sides, people got all glassy-eyed, sniffling and scrunching their faces like a badly done origami (not that Eddie would know from experience, but he'd seen enough of high school drama to last ten lifetimes), but what was happening with Steve Harrington definitely wasn't just that.

Just like the last time, the change happened overnight. One day he was moping in the typical teenager fashion, the next one he made his way to the school and fucking wobbled. Eddie had no other name for it, Steve didn't seem injured but his eyes were unfocused, traveling almost lazily between other students, as if he couldn't see anyone, not really. He couldn't maintain his usual stride, having to lean against walls to support himself. Eddie was convinced Hargrove would make Steve's life a living hell for that, one last blow to put the former king out of his misery, but the new ruler seemed to be in a bad shape too, avoiding Steve like he had the plague and sometimes touching his neck, as if there was something there - but it wasn't, Eddie's eyes were sharp and there. Was. NOTHING. He was dying to know what was going on, but no way was he going to approach either of those two and ask.

And as if that day wasn't fucked up enough, as if Harrington didn't keep switching between all signs of a concussion and anxious fidgeting, as soon as the last bell rang, he grabbed his bag and, not even bothering to stash anything in his locker, bolted outside. Eddie couldn't help his own curiosity, he pushed away all the thoughts about what killed the cat and followed Steve outside, maybe he'd get an answer, maybe he'd finally understand what's happening.

But of course not.

What he saw confused him even more. The jockiest of all jocks he'd ever known was standing in a circle of middle school kids, having a heated discussion. Eddie felt a pang of fear for the kids, but Steve wasn't angry, wasn't bullying anyone, he even gently touched shoulders of the curly-haired kid, as if making sure he was fine. He couldn't understand much of what was said, but he caught bits and pieces - "I was sure I was going crazy-", "why can't we remember" and "trigger the memories of what happened, we can't remember the future yet," that one was the weirdest.

Eddie could have stood there for hours, but then a loud crack of the door reminded him that eavesdropping on Harrington was a death wish. He vaguely registered older Byers and Nancy Wheeler rushing towards the group, joining in on the conversation, and he reluctantly turned his back to them, headed for his van.

When he drove past them, he noticed one of the kids watching him. She was almost scrawny, her hair short and curly, and he managed to place her as Chief Hopper's adoptive daughter Jane. Yet another mystery in this small town, how the notorious drunk got sober and managed to adopt a strange, quiet kid.

The others were still lost in conversation, but Jane stared directly at Eddie as if she could see right into his soul. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then closed it shut and turned back to Steve.

Well, that was fucking weird.

1985

Steve graduated and Eddie did not. At this point it was a fucking joke, he was pretty sure there had been some kind of beef between the principal and his shitty non-parental figure, the infamous Daniel Munson, back in the days. Eddie was determined to graduate this time and vowed to keep the amount of trouble to if not none, then at least minimal. He kept dealing because no one wanted to hire the Munson's son, no matter how stupid the job was, and he'd be damned if he cost Wayne a cent more than he had to. The next year would be his year, damn it.

Summer came and with it more weirdness, new kind. Hargrove went from condescending and flirty - even trying to hit on Wheeler's mother, Jesus H Christ! - to strange as hell, paranoid, almost remorseful. He found a job at the pool as a lifeguard and soon, the other girl, Heather, became jumpy as well. Billy no longer drove like a maniac, took the craziest routes he could to avoid one part of the town and Eddie couldn't figure out why. There was nothing there, just steelworks or something. There were even rumors that Billy started reluctantly patching up the relationship with his step-sister, Maxine. They were seen in a diner, hunched over untouched food, exchanging worried glances and talking in low, rushed words. Not that they were friendly, god no, but the animosity disappeared and there seemed to be something they shared, something ugly that bound them together. Eddie remembered Nancy's eyes from that day in 1983 and didn't like the similarities one bit.

The Hawkins Post suddenly announced a week long break, no explanation. So many people checked into the hospital with burning pain in their stomachs, sparking conspiracy theories about a chemical leak, water poisoning, all that, but there was no proof and no number of examinations could uncover what was causing this. Everyone got gradually discharged and the whole episode was swept under the rug as mass hysteria. Fitting.

Harrington became best friends not only with one of the nerdy kids, Dustin Henderson, but also with a girl from Eddie's new class, Robin Buckley. Just like that. She was in a band, she kept making jabs at Steve's lack of love life (and yes, Eddie might have snuck in to see what new mysteries the ex-jock had and caught a glimpse of the work uniform that would haunt his dreams and never let him get an ice cream cone without his ears catching fire). And once bloody again, the change happened suddenly, overnight.

Buckley and Harrington were slinging ice cream, making poorly concealed jabs at each other, closed shop and went home. The next morning they rushed to work an hour early, locked themselves in the back room and talked without even opening the shop, or at least that's what the rumors were. When they came out, they both looked sickly green and sweaty, unsteady on their feet, handed in their resignations and moved on to their next job, together. It was probably for the best because - yet another fucking mystery! - people stopped frequenting the mall and it became a ghost town. No reason, no explanation. Once again, overnight.

1986

Eddie tried to get used to the weirdness. Chief Hopper got together with Joyce Byers? Sure, that apparently happened now. Billy packing up his Camaro and leaving during the night after punching his asshole of a father right in the jaw? Pretty chill for the town. A guy from California named Argyle suddenly appearing at the Byers' doorstep as if he always belonged there, introducing the monstrosity of a pineapple pizza to the once - hah - peaceful town of Hawkins? Sure. Chrissy Cunningham smiling at him like he was the best thing in the whole world and buying some sleeping pills off him? Okay. The known conspiracy theorist Murray Bauman moving into the neighborhood with a housemate who couldn't speak a single word in English. Yep, typical Hawkins.

But some of the weirdness crept into his life too. He became so accustomed to only observing all of the crap that he never suspected he'd get dragged into it too. It all started with the new school year, when he saw a buch of unhappy looking freshmen in the cafeteria and he just knew. He didn't have a hunch, he didn't have to think at all, something pulled his gaze towards them and before he knew it, he was marching towards them and dragging them off to sit with the Hellfire Club. They didn't protest at all and, unlike Jeff and Gareth, they had the same uneasy feeling that he was experiencing. That their meeting was no coincidence.

Steve Harrington didn't disappear from his life completely, even though it might have been more comfortable, more convenient. Eddie nearly choked on his drink when they wrapped up the first Helfire session with the newcomers and who the fuck did roll in to chauffer them home? Of course it was him. They sometimes met in the school corridors, quiet and abandoned by then, only nodded at each other in passing. It meant nothing. And that was a lie.

A tiny thought was nagging in the back of Eddie's head, like a forgotten song that begged to be named, and it drove him crazy - something in Steve's presence triggered that realization, that unshakeable certainty that he knew something about him that others couldn't see, couldn't understand even if he'd taken hours to explain. Not that he'd be able to do so - how could anyone explain that when he passed the other boy in the hallway, his sides started aching in a strange phantom pain, his heartbeat quickened and there was a sense of relief, easiness on his mind? I'm so glad you're okay, his heart repeated over and over and Eddie felt like he was going crazy, except not, because Steve would freeze at the same moment, clutch at his sides too and stare at Eddie, his eyes warm and unguarded.

Eddie did his best to keep his eyes on the finish line, the possible graduation shining like a beacon in his future. It wasn't easy, the mutual animosity with Jason carver turning into strange staring matches, tension in the air palpable. They should have been sniping insults at each other, but they couldn't bring themselves to do that, there was something terrifying just round the corner and Eddie found himself frozen, like prey when the predator circles it, prepares for the kill.

And then it happened. Chrissy Cunningham collapsed the evening of the championship game, screaming in pain and twisting on the ground, but there were no wounds, nothing to indicate what was wrong. People watched helplessly and Eddie suddenly knew, suddenly remembered - she died. She died and he watched it happen. It didn't even matter that he wasn't anywhere near Chrissy that night, he was in his trailer, practicing on his baby. Something just snapped and he knew instantly.

He stumbled from his bedroom and promptly threw up, barely making it to the small bathroom. The trailer ceiling was as clean as ever (which wasn't very much, but there were no tentacles, nothing leaking from it), but he couldn't believe anything he saw anymore. So when he finally rinsed his mouth and wobbled to the kitchenette to get something to drink, the tap on his door had him close to a heart attack.

It was Steve Harrington because of course it was him. Steve Harrington, the former King of the Hawkins high, squeezed past Eddie and took in his pale face, the circles under his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm so sorry you got dragged into this crap, Eddie."

From all the things Eddie Munson expected to hear Steve, this was definitely not high on the list. It wasn't even on the list. Anywhere near the list, not in the 100 mile radius. But the worst thing was - it made sense. In some twisted, forgotten way, he knew what Steve was talking about and that freaked him out just as much as the vaguely familiar sound of snapping bones reverberating in his head. "How...how did you find out about me? Being a part of...whatever this is?" he croaked out. "Is that why you've been so weird? Has this been happening to you too?"

Steve just nodded and dragged Eddie off to the couch, pushed him down to sit. He probably looked like he'd faint any minute, which, fair point. "Yeah. It started in 1983 for me. One day I just...do you know Barb Holland? Yeah, one morning I just woke up and knew she was dead. Except she wasn't." Steve's eyes were serious and Eddie wondered how difficult it must have been for him to say these things, these things that sounded crazy.

Steve took hours to explain, going through the history of what he remembered. How he knew in 1984 he simply had to check on Dustin and the others, how relieved he was to see them okay. How he and Billy looked at each other, never talked but knew of what happened in another time, another life. How Steve's head ached, how Will Byers spent a week feeling cold and numb. How he knew one day that he and Robin Buckley were friends, just like that. How when Chrissy collapsed, he suddenly knew that Eddie's life got turned upside down (a poor joke, but it still made Eddie chuckle) and the kids immediately called him to go and check on their friend, to make sure he was safe.

Eventually they both grew silent. Eddie was fidgeting, playing with his rings, because he didn't want to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. But he had to. "So...do you know what happens next?"

Steve shook his head and leaned back into the sofa. "Nah, man. We only remember when the time of the event or whatever it is passes. But sometimes we get premonitions, or that's what Dustin calls them. Like...you feel something is about to happen, you don't know what, but it draws you to someone."

"Like with Jason," gasped Eddie and Steve just nodded, waited for him to continue. "The bastard has been staring at me for weeks, I had no idea why, but I...I guess I do now. In the other life, he thought I did something to Chrissy."

"Yeah," breathed Steve. "That's it. We don't know, like, really know, but we feel it when something is going to happen to someone. And it's crazy, because sometimes these are people you never talked to, but you just know, you know how you're going to feel about them and it makes no fucking sense. But the feelings never go away."

Eddie was staring at him, suddenly aware of how small the couch was, how close they were. Because perhaps it wasn't a coincidence that Steve caught his attention, perhaps he hadn't been watching him out of mere curiosity for years. "They don't?"

Steve shook his head and moved closer. His and Eddie's knees were touching and Eddie's mouth suddenly felt dry. "Never. I think..." he bit his lip and Eddie was terrified for a moment that he'd stop, he wouldn't say what was on his mind. "I think I've been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again," he whispered, not meeting Eddie's eyes. "I've thought about it so fucking much and it made no sense, we never hung out, we never even spoke to each other, but there's something pulling me towards you and...god, you must think I'm crazy."

Eddie laughed, a tinge of hysteria in his voice. "After you told me we're re-living several years of supernatural phenomena from another dimension? I mean...yeah, it sounds crazy, but it explains so much. Because I've been feeling that pull you mentioned too and it's...what do we even do about that? Wait until we know how we...shit, I can't believe I'm saying this, but wait until we know how we get together?"

Steve was rubbing his temples and Eddie's heart twitched with sympathy, he looked so tired and all over this bullshit. "Would it be weird if I said I don't want to?" He licked his lips and finally looked at Eddie, so vulnerable, so open. "I don't know how this ends. Or when. But I know what I feel and if you feel the same, then-"

"God, yeah." The words were out of his mouth without consulting his brain first, but screw it, maybe his heart could take over for this. "Steve, I don't give a flying fuck how, I just...I feel like this is right, you know? And it's batshit crazy, but if you're down for it-"

"Yeah." They were so close, close enough that Eddie could smell Steve's cologne, and it was so painfully familiar. "I am, Eddie."

They kissed then, on the old couch in the cluttered trailer, but it could have been anywhere and Eddie would still consider it perfect. Steve's shoulders were strong under the Family Video vest and Eddie's fingers traveled across them, pulling him even closer, and Steve went willingly, holding onto Eddie's waist like a lifeline. And maybe it was - Eddie suddenly felt terrified because he remembered all those moments, all that pain exploding in his sides, and Steve's too - did they make it the last time? Did they survive whatever horrors Hawkins had in store for them? Was this their last chance to be together? Did they become lovers because they needed the comfort while saving the world?

He didn't say any of that aloud, not then. He just cradled Steve's head like the most precious item in the whole universe and kept kissing him. He kept kissing him on the couch, on the way to his bedroom, on his bed. The next morning too, before Steve had to leave for his job and Eddie to school. He was kissing him when another memory popped into his head, a scrawny kid from Nancy's newspaper being reported dead, and when they were wrapped around each other in Eddie's bed, he remembered being hunted and one of his pursuers dying, just like Chrissy had. "You're safe," Steve whispered against his forehead as he stroked Eddie's back between his shoulder blades as Eddie struggled to get his breathing under control. "You're safe and I'm here, Eddie, I'm here and if I can do anything to help-!"

They fell asleep together that night, talking about small nonsense, carefully avoiding any landmines like where do we go from here or do you think we'll go through the same shit like Chrissy. It didn't help that sometimes the memories appeared in one go, sometimes gradually, over several hours, as if to keep them all on their toes. But there was still nothing when they woke up, only more feeling of inevitable doom.

The next day, they met with everyone - all his Dungeons and Dragons sheep and their friend Max, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, that weird guy called Argyle who still seemed to be half-stoned, half out of place, but most importantly, Jane Hopper and her adoptive family. Hopper tried to stand upright, but he often flinched, as if being hit. More and more memories flooded his mind every second, Joyce quietly informed them when he went for a smoke, memories of a Russian prison camp. "He feels constantly cold and hungry," she whispered, her voice trembling.

They filled Eddie in, all apologetic that he had to experience this side of Hawkins, as if they had had any choice in the matter when it first sucked them in.

"We believe it's a process of healing for both dimensions," Dustin explained and Eddie just stared at him because sure it would be, nothing to heal the rift between two different worlds like having them relive all the shit. "It's closing from the moment they properly connected, so 1983. The year Upside Down is stuck in. We think that it means we managed to sever the connection for good."

Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. If it wasn't for Steve's hand squeezing his shoulder, he would have had a more significant freak out. "That's great. But we don't know when that happened, right?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Okay. So, theoretically. If you're correct, are you telling me we can go through this for...what. Years? Decades?" Eddie's voice was getting more and more desperate as he spoke, hissing words between his teeth as if it pained him to even think them. "Are we going to just wait for whenever we stop feeling like shit? Just go through the motions of something we never did this time around?"

Nancy took a deep breath. She was holding Jonathan's hand and Eddie remembered Steve's comment on how in the other life, the whole Byers family moved to California. Having memories of a completely different place had to be way more fucked up than just staying in Hawkins, but what did he know. "We, um. We think that we're getting close to the gate being closed. The premonitions are getting more frequent and stronger, that's the only thing that has been happening gradually and not changing."

Eddie just nodded. "Great. Well, gotta say I'm excited for the big reveal. Are the guys who died in the other timeline okay? I mean. They don't..."

"Die?" asked Max, frowning. "No. From what I know, Billy is very much alive, and he died last summer. The...other last summer. He's not okay, I mean, not fully. But he's managing it, tries to work around the pains and fucked up memories. We...talk sometimes."

It was Argyle who lightened the mood. He was swaying from side to side, smiling at everyone, and just slapped Jonathan's shoulder as if they were discussing a soccer strategy. "Good. Let's throw a massive party when this shit is over, yeah? We've all been good, we deserve that."

It sounded good, too good to be true. And Eddie found out soon enough that there's no rest for the wicked. That night, Steve woke up next to him, screaming in pain and gasping for breath, grasping at invisible strands at his throat. Eddie wished it had been a nightmare because he could have woken Steve up, could have wiped his tears away and kiss everything better. But not when Steve took a gulp of cool night air that Eddie let in the trailer and still breathed in choked wheezes, not when he grasped at his sides, hissing in pain. Eddie could only do what Steve did for him a few days back, stroking his hair and whispering empty promises into the ragged breaths and silence of the night.

He really wanted to skip that morning, but Steve assured him he'd be fine, the memory of those hellish bats was still fresh but that meant they made it out. He'd just rest, he said, he'd rest and they would see each other in the afternoon.  And Eddie reluctantly agreed. He said goodbye to Steve, kissed his cheek before making his way to the school, determined to leave that hellhole behind for good. The pain in his sides was sharp that day and he wondered if he'd learn what caused it soon, like Steve had...

And he had, oh god, he had learned. He went through several classes, waiting for the pain to subside, but it never had. Eddie was gripping his pen hard enough to crack the surface and he was breathing heavily, hardly able to concentrate on anything. What was even worse was that there were no new memories, no reason, but he could feel it creeping closer, breathing down his neck.

At the end of the fourth period, he couldn't take it anymore. He rose up, his legs shaking, and tried to excuse himself, but Mrs. Click was relentless. "I don't care if this is some kind of a bad trip you are having, Mr. Munson, but if you leave now, you are not going to pass my class," she spat at him as he stumbled from his desk and stood between opened doors, grasping his sides.

"It's...not that, I swear." Cold sweat was streaking down his forehead and his throat was raw, swollen. "I just feel really sick, I need to-!"

The eyes behind her glasses were stone cold. "The only thing you need is to finally get your priorities in order, young man. If you walk out that door, I will be seeing you again next year. That's a promise I- oh." She stumbled over her words and Eddie couldn't understand what was going on, what ended her tirade early, but then gentle hands carefully supported his back and he slumped against the familiar warmth of Steve Harrington.

"Steve..." he whispered, not daring to move. Was it possible that someone's presence could alleviate pain? He didn't know, but just a glimpse of that yellow sweater made him hopeful that he could make it through this. And then Steve moved to his side and Eddie could finally see his face. If he hadn't known how soft hearted Steve was, his expression would have terrified him.But it wasn't aimed at him, the beautiful face turned into a sneer was turned towards Mrs. Click.

"What is wrong with you?!" Steve snapped and the teacher took a step back, her mouth hanging open in a shocked expression. She'd never heard him speak to her like this. Speak to anyone like this. Steve had always been the goofy, light-hearted type, frustrating to deal with for his ignorance and lack of focus. But he'd never been threatening.

Eddie shook his head and regretted it immediately as a wave of nausea hit him. "Steve, it's fine, I can...I will just..."

Steve's hand squeezed his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the shorter woman still standing in the classroom. "No, it's not fine! You're in pain, I can see that, and this hag can just assume it's drugs? I'm pretty sure I did way more of that in my sophomore year, but I never got held back, never got denied fucking medical attention when I was hurting! So why, pray tell me," he turned towards the elderly woman, his voice drenched in venom, "why are you so certain that Eddie can't be in actual pain? Because it doesn't fit your narrative? Because then you'd have to admit how horribly, disgustingly unfair you've all been to him?"

She was shaking now, pale as a ghost. "Just go," she muttered. "Take...take Mr. Munson with you, I must have misjudged his condition. And please, call us if he needs to stay home to...to rest."

Steve huffed out a bitter chuckle, the anger lines in his face not disappearing, not yet. "I will do exactly that. And I will be back tomorrow to get the work he missed, because he's graduating this year. This will be his year. So be so kind," and if that didn't sound bitingly ironic, "and ensure that it's ready. I'll be here in the morning."

She weakly nodded.

Steve didn't waste a single second, as soon as he finished talking he flung Eddie's arm over his shoulder and carefully led him to the bench in the school corridor, kneeling in front of him. "Shit, Eddie. I'm so, so sorry baby. I could feel something really bad was about to happen, there were some signs for me too and I just wanted to make sure you're fine. I wish I never made you go to school today, I'm going to murder that hag, I swear I am," he babbled and stroked Eddie's cheeks, brushing away the cold sweaty strands of hair.

Eddie had to laugh at that, even though his sides felt like they were splitting open. "I'm pretty sure you saved my grade, Steve. And my dignity, I was about to faint there."

Carrying Eddie wasn't an option, Steve's phantom pains were still present and Eddie hissed in agony at every touch, every movement, so Steve just supported him back to the car. He drove slow, not making any sudden turns, anything to avoid causing Eddie more suffering. When they finally made it to the trailer, Steve just held Eddie in his arms as they tried to wait it out, the burning pain in their bodies growing stronger, more insistent.

"Tell me," Eddie muttered into Steve's shoulder, "what is your favorite fruit and why. I need to focus on something. So please bear with my stupid questions."

Steve slowly blinked. As sun was slowly setting, the pain around his throat was becoming more and more unbearable. But anything was better than thinking why Eddie was in such a bad shape, his body twisting and stiffening with agony more and more often. "Um. I like bananas, I think," he said and stroked Eddie's hair. "Not really because of the flavor, the shape is...well. Suggestive. But they remind me of when me and Robin became friends, back in Scoops. We always had some lying around for ice cream decoration or whatever. So when they weren't that good looking anymore, went a bit brown, we could eat them. When we...uh. Remembered, you know. We had to quit that place, but sometimes we still buy a bunch of bananas as a snack." He smiled against Eddie's forehead, the memory comforting. He knew Robin was hurting too, her throat sore along with her wrists and ankles, but they promised each other to call if things got worse. If they remembered. She was with Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle, the kids were also together. It was terrifying - they already had a routine to keep when they knew another horrendous memory was on the horizon. And it felt like this one was going to be the worst one so far.

Eddie chuckled, pained but still present. "Don't think I've ever seen you eat a banana. Has to be a sight to die for," he joked and something in Steve's chest went ice cold. No, please no.

He tried to maintain his light tone. "I'll make sure to get one the second you get better. And if you want, I can even eat it in my old uniform, to give you the full Scoops Ahoy experience, the dumb hat included," he promised.

"I'd like that," Eddie whispered back. "It's a good motivation to go through this crap and not jump under the nearest truck because I can't lie, Stevie, it's...not ideal. So fucking far from ideal." He grasped at Steve's t-shirt, pulling himself closer. "Do you think...do you think we'll keep the memories when the gate is closed?"

Steve carefully spread his fingers over Eddie's back, cradled him. "This is going to make me sound like a selfish jerk, but I fucking hope so," he admitted to the merciful darkness. "I can't...I can't even imagine not having this. You and me. Robin's friendship, Dustin, all the guys. I don't want to be the guy I was before all of this. Before you."

Eddie didn't say anything, just stroked Steve's chest. His breathing was getting faster and faster and Steve could hear the jarring sound of ground teeth. "Oh fuck, I think...this is-!"

And throughout Eddie's pained screams and Steve's stifled breaths, they remembered. They remembered the plan that went wrong, the swarms of man-eating bats surging towards Eddie and Dustin. Eddie recalled the agony of his body, Steve the one of his soul when he found Dustin curled over Eddie's lifeless body. Steve distantly wondered what this meant, the ground shaking and splitting, the spot where Vecna's body landed bloody but empty, if Max was suffering too, the rest of the Creel House team, and he prayed not, but the heavy feeling in his stomach said otherwise. He cradled Eddie through the spasms, the wails that gradually turned into quiet sobbing. "You're okay, love," he whispered to him, wiped away his tears again, like so many times this week. "You're okay, I swear you are, you are here with me." Maybe he was also trying to persuade himself that it was all over, that he could finally forget the image of Eddie's empty, unblinking eyes.

They must have eventually fallen asleep because when Steve came to, the dawn was breaking over the roofs of the trailer park. The shadows were blue and grey in Eddie's room and he hoped he could just hang out here one day, in all of the clutter that made Eddie himself. Maybe instead of fighting off pain and memories of the world ending, they could cook together, watch movies, talk about music, bananas and what else. He reached out to stroke Eddie's cheek, gently remove the hair that had fallen over his face during the night. His breathing still seemed ragged and Steve wondered if he was still in pain, but when he moved the curls behind his ear, he met Eddie's eyes, glassy and brimming with tears. "What's wrong, baby?" Steve whispered and moved closer to him. "Does it still hurt that bad? Can I...can I do anything for you?"

Eddie choked out a sob and tried to pull away but Steve held him to his chest. "I died, Steve. I died a week after we started talking."

"I know." The memory was still fresh in Steve's mind, all the blood, Dustin's cries. Having to leave Eddie behind because the gates were closing and no matter how they tried, they could not carry him into the trailer gate in their condition. Steve remembered swearing he'd go back, he'd bring Eddie home, but the gates closed, erupted in fiery lines. He squeezed Eddie's back. "I know you did, baby, and I'm so fucking sorry. But it's okay now. It's over for you, you don't need to worry-"

"Steve." The word was so tired, so broken that Steve had to pull back, look into Eddie's eyes. His tears weren't stopping and he was clenching his fists against Steve's chest. "Don't you get it? What that means?" When Steve shook his head, Eddie almost whimpered and buried his head in the pillow, inching away from Steve. "If I died that night, Steve. And I did, I'm pretty sure I did...when did we get together? Because from what I remember, we were barely friends before those fuckers tore me apart."

Steve took a deep breath. "Oh. That's...okay, good point, but-"

Eddie sat up, groaning in pain, and buried his face in his hands. "Yeah, good point indeed," he chuckled, but there was nothing humorous in it. "I knew it was too good to be true. The best thing in my life? It was just a giant misunderstanding. We never had anything, it was all guilt, just fucking guilt." He was speaking quickly, hands muffling his words, and he wouldn't meet Steve's gaze. "Maybe there were unvoiced wishes from my side, but we weren't even friends, not to mention lovers. I just assumed, I wanted to-I needed to believe that it was true and I'm so fucking sorry, Steve."

A calloused hand found its way onto Eddie's covered back and ran comforting circles there, as if Eddie just hadn't uncovered that the entirety of their relationship was based on a giant lie. "What on earth are you sorry for?" asked Steve. He didn't even sound angry, just concerned.

Eddie froze and finally shifted sideways, staring at Steve with wet, puffy eyes. "Huh?"

Steve's hand didn't let up, he only moved closer, enveloping Eddie in a hug that had to hurt his back, the weird angle and everything. "So we never got together in the other timeline. So fucking what," he laughed and Eddie thought for a moment Steve must have injured his head during their fight with Vecna because how didn't he see he'd basically scammed his way into his heart? But Steve knew, Steve knew and didn't care, and what a fucking emotional roller coaster. "You were so worried about just repeating everything, that we had no free will in whatever would happen. Isn't this exactly what we hoped for?"

He decided to be selfish for a moment. Closing his eyes, Eddie leaned into Steve's warmth. "I don't see how in any version of the past, present or future you'd hope for ending up with me, Steve," he whispered, still waiting for Steve to come to his senses.

But he didn't, god, Steve was still with him and Eddie prayed he'd never change his mind. "You should," he smiled and mouthed at Eddie's jaw, kissing his ear until the stiff muscles in Eddie's shoulders relaxed. "Shit, Eddie. This is not us repeating what we went through. This," he said and grabbed Eddie's hand, held it to his chest, "is what I've been praying for since you died. I don't know if I survived, if I lived through the rest of it, not yet. But knowing you died, I...I feel so happy I didn't wait this time, Eddie. This is everything to me. A second chance. To know you, to understand myself, to see if I was deluding myself when I thought there was something..."

Eddie shook his head and turned to Steve, covered the tanned hand with his own. "You weren't," he croaked out, squeezing Steve like a lifeline. "There was something, like...a massive something. I tried to push you towards Wheeler because you seemed so miserable, but I...I wasn't lying I was fucking jealous, Steve. But not of you. Of her. Of the way you looked at her, I guess I only then realized how much I wanted that for myself and when I remembered all that, it made me feel like I cheated somehow. Like I got you when I wasn't supposed to." The words were leaving his mouth at a breakneck speed, unfiltered and raw, but he was past caring. Steve was here, Eddie was alive and it all seemed like a giant fucking miracle.

Steve tugged on his arm to lie back down and snuggled next to him, peppering Eddie's face with tiny kisses. "There were so many things that weren't supposed to happen. Trust me, I have a list. But this...this feels like the only thing that was supposed to happen. The only thing that makes going through all that worth it, and I never thought anything would be, but I...I would gladly go through it again, those hellish years, if it meant I'll get to have this. Have us."

Eddie was laughing now, the tears on his face drying, but not really, because there were new ones. Tears of joy. "I feel like I should be yelling at you right now. How can you just ...just say that you'd go through the ugliest, most gruesome thing ever, just to have...me? But I can't, I fucking can't yell at you, because I get it, I would too. Die again, get eaten, whatever. Stupid, so goddamn stupid. Both of us."

They were giggling, grasping at each other in the comfortable silence of the dawn. "Maybe that's why we're a good fit," mumbled Steve against Eddie's lips. "Maybe that's why whatever we have just works. And I want to keep it, keep you, if you let me."

Eddie batted his lashes at him, attempting to look shy but failing. "I think I can squeeze you into my schedule."

They met with the rest of the group of the other 1986 that day, after Steve stopped by the high school and collected Eddie's missed work. As soon as they entered the Wheelers' basement, Dustin crushed Eddie into a hug, sobbing and babbling nonsense, and Steve went immediately for Max, pale and exhausted, embracing her like the small miracle that she was. "Shit, Red, if I'd known I'd never have agreed to the plan," he muttered against her vibrant hair while she sobbed quietly into his chest. "You're the bravest person I know and I'm not letting anything happen to you this time around, you hear me?" They were still shaken, some of them in pain that might never fade, but they were alive, they were together and that would have to do. Hospitals were full again, Jason Carver collapsed in pain that he described as his insides melting, and Steve couldn't help but feel a little vindictive. More "mass hysteria", more phantom pains of all injured and dead in the earthquake of 1986 that never happened.

Steve and Eddie remained inseparable. Wayne accepted that the Harrington boy lived with them now, too consumed by relief after remembering losing Eddie, and welcomed having someone around who cared about his nephew so much. It was coming to an end, slowly but surely, and it was Eddie's turn to comfort Steve now, hold him through new memories, new revelations, new pain.

"I think it's coming soon," whispered Steve when pangs of pain became worse and worse, his head and limbs feeling like they caught fire, and they both knew what it meant, knew but never said it, and when the moment arrived, Eddie was ready. The second he got the call from panicked Robin, he immediately shot outside and drove like crazy to the Family Video, to Steve who was twisting and turning on the ground, grasping at his head, his jaw, biting his lips enough to bleed to keep his screams down. "I'm here, Stevie," whispered Eddie and sat next to Steve, pulled him to his lap while Robin slumped next to them, mumbling that Vecna must have knocked her out at that point, grabbing Steve's hand and holding onto it, afraid to let go.

It was fortunately a quiet day, but Eddie still insisted on covering for them. "Let me be the dead man walking for a bit before you steal my shtick, baby," he smiled at Steve and kissed his sweaty forehead, moving him so he and Robin were next to each other. She was sobbing into her hands now, probably remembering how she woke up and Steve was gone, not just gone but disfigured, consumed by Vecna like everyone else.

"He jumped in front of El," she whispered and wiped at her tears, smearing her mascara everywhere. "He actually hit Vecna with that baseball bat, can you believe it? We were losing, losing so bad, and Vecna came after El and..."

"Of course he did," said Eddie and smiled fondly at Steve who was comforting Robin to the best of his ability. "Of course he was the one who saved the day."

It was ten in the evening when Eddie's phone rang for the second time that day. It was El, breathing heavily and probably still crying, but she laughed into the receiver and told Eddie: "I closed it. I closed it for good and that's where everything ended. I think that is when we returned back. There should be nothing else. No more pain, just..." She sniffled and there was a rustling of a tissue. "We can live again. We did it."

Eddie smiled into the receiver, his mouth hurt from the wide grin but he couldn't help it. "You are a star, little lady," he told her and meant every word. "Thank you, thank you so much."

"You too," she said and Eddie feels warmth in his chest, as if he actually belonged somewhere. And maybe he did. "What you did...what everyone did. We all did it together. I'm not a star. We are all stars." A muffled voice behind her interrupted Eddie's tearful answer and when she came back to the phone, she sounded even happier. "Dad says we will have that celebration tomorrow. Can you and Steve come over?"

"Wouldn't miss it, even for the second end of the world," he laughed and after a few assurances and agreeing who should call who, they end the conversation.

Eddie turned around and Steve was there, leaning against the door to his room. As if he'd always belonged there, as if there was no timeline when they were strangers. Eddie walked up to him and wrapped his arms around his middle, mindful of the memory of broken bones. "So," he whispered and perhaps there was a tinge of fear to his voice because Steve returned the embrace, firm and secure. "Do you...feel any different? Are you forgetting things? Do you..." The question burned on his tongue but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Steve just shook his head and kissed Eddie's temple. "Still crazy about you, Munson," he whispered and grasped Eddie's hand, kissing it too. "And if you're worried I'll ever forget I love you, I'll just have to tattoo it as a reminder. For both of us."

Eddie's mouth opened into a surprised O. "How are you even real, Stevie?" he asked, staring at Steve from underneath his bangs. "How the hell did I fall in love with such a sweet guy and have him feel the same? This goes so much against the Munson doctrine I'll have to rewrite the thing."

"Make it the Munson-Harrington doctrine," said Steve and that was it, Eddie was melting and floating and his heart was about to burst, all of that at once. "Because we're in it together, baby, and I have a few ideas."

Eddie winked at him, shyness be damned. "Is one of those ideas kissing me?"

Steve pulled him closer and grinned, inches from his face. "See, great minds think alike." And then they kissed, wrapped in each other for the first minute, hour, night of their new lives.

Their laughter rang into the night, as quiet and as safe as nights in Hawkins, Indiana could ever be.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #strangerthings #strangerthingsfanfiction #writing prompts #yeah this is what happens when I get ideas

[rosanna-writer]

Oh-oh-oh~ Santa's back 🎅

Sorry for being so late. Last week was CRAZY at work: my reindeers ran away and the elves and I had to run away after them. But you know, reindeers can fly. What a mess it was.🦌🦌

Anyway! In all this I'm finally here and I would like to ask you: which are your favorite tropes?☆

Thanks for your patience, have a wonderful day!!🔔

HELLO HELLO

Sounds like things are getting wild in the North Pole :D

Anyway, I guess this ask means it's time to gush about my favorite things again! This is very much not a gift wishlist, just me talking about things I like. In no particular order:

Role Reversal AUs!!!!! I love fics that flip canon on its head or remix existing iconic scenes. I LOVE LOVE LOVE being surprised when I read (I am a thriller girlie and love twists and things that play with my assumptions and expectations), so seeing something familiar in a new context in a fic just makes my brain go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Who did this to you?" gets me every time. I eat it up without fail. It just never not works. Top tier trope.

Relatedly, any time characters are tending to someone's injuries, I go insane. CHANGING BANDAGES???? PULLING OUT ARROWS??? BEING BRAVE WHILE BROKEN BONES ARE BEING RE-SET???? I love it, especially when characters are doing it in dramatic emergency situations.

Wings, like all the wing tropes. Wingplay, curling a wing around a loved one protectively, bragging about wingspan. W I N G S

Soulmate AUs. You know all those cheesy, ridiculous "first words your soulmate says to you appear on your arm on your 18th birthday"-style prompts? I love them, whether they're played for laughs with some ridiculous first word or drama with the first thing being an insult, they're another trope that always, always works.

#acotar gift exchange ask

[stitch1830]

Did lin have any endearing nicknames for her sister when she was in toph's womb/newly born? Or was it just "the baby" Did toph have any nicknames? I hope i'm not bothering you with mama!toph asks, im just in my mama!toph feels. srry if they're a bit repetitive

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask, and your patience! I've seriously neglected my ask box as of late, and I'm so sorry about that. But don't worry! I love these Mama Toph asks, and they're never repetitive! It's always Toph Beifong Loving Hours, and sometimes an idea just takes hold and you can't stop thinking about it lol.

This is a great question though, because I don't think I've ever considered what Lin would call the baby while Toph is pregnant. I'd imagine that she mostly just says stuff like "Mama what's the baby doing right now?" "Is the baby sleeping?" "When is the baby coming, Mama?" so that would be my first guess.

If Toph tells Lin that's she's gonna have a little sister, I can see Lin saying that as opposed to just baby. Sister, sissy, or little sister, that sort of stuff. Nothing too specific, but it's still really sweet when Lin runs up to Toph and gives her a hug and then she goes "I need to give sissy a hug too!" That for sure makes Toph's heart melt hehe.

I usually HC that Toph calls the baby "Little Badgermole" or "Badge" or maybe even "Baby Beifong" depending on who she's talking to, but I'm not sure she would make a specific nickname for the baby before she's born, probably not to have an established nickname if it doesn't fit the baby's personality. Maybe once in a while the baby kicks her and it's a strong kick and she calls the kid a martial artist or something because "what's with the kicking match, kid? My kidney did nothing to you!"

I think it would be super adorable if at night, Lin just lays next to her mom and starts coming up with crazy names for the baby so that the nickname is fun. She combines a lot of names together or sees household objects and thinks that it would be a good name for a baby. Toph tries to hold in her laughs, but some of the names are just so ridiculous she can't help but chuckle.

Lin is perhaps a little disappointed to find out that her sister's name is Suyin, but she allows it only because Su is a pretty cute baby. It all evens out hehe.

Okay! I think that answers the question. Thanks again for the ask, Anon, and I'll be sure to not neglect my asks like this again pls. I don't have many in my inbox anymore, so it's just me being a bit of a bum and I promise to be less of a bum moving forward LOL.

Anyway, if you are still in your Mama Toph feels, please stop by and I'm happy to chat! Until then, I hope you have a nice day!

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Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

#toph #toph beifong #lin #lin beifong #suyin beifong #atla #lok #headcanons #toph beifong loving hours #my asks #thanks for the ask! #anon #mama toph asks are just amazing #because she was an awesome mama i take no criticism LOL #at least in my universe she was an awesome mama lmao

[sevilemar]

Snake sec getting stuck: a dilemma?

Hi! In case this post is not appropriate, please ignore this.

I am frustrated. Thing is, I'm looking for a way to go to Canada. And I don't know which path to choose. I have a feeling the 'one' is not here yet but I'm pressured for time and I want to go somehow. Thing is, wherever I look there is no opportunity for me to hop on at all.

It's not like I'm picky about jobs. No, I can do EVERYTHING but the thing is too much information bashes in my face that I don't know what to pick. I need time to sort through it so I can formulate plans. But my double Lion aunt just ... well, "I found this, oh and this too. Can you do it? No? Oh, you won't go I can tell, it's impossible and ..." (And she went on like this for a whole hour) I hope that illustrate the situation I'm in. 

I can do every job so long as it gets me to Canada, then I will find a way to make my dream comes true, but the thing is I feel like every job will close the door at me. All of them demand 2 years + experience. Or a diploma in some degree that I obviously don't have. I learned somewhere that in the west, they use algorithm to sort to Resume, so if my degree doesn't fit, it'll never, ever be considered. Application through websites (linkedin and Indeed.ca) basically just don't work.

I have an idea that might just work. Since I can't go the Lion (my aunt) or Bird (my mother and stepfather) way then I have to do it snake style. I tried quiet everything around me and focused on what I want to see happen (which is landing myself in good job in Canada. Preferably in Nova Scotia, BC and Manitoba, a business near the sea.)

I will do it by reverse engineer it from the inside until I get it. It sounds ridiculous to my bird and lion model but it makes sense. My strength isn't in planning or blazing through obstacles. It is to use trickery and cunning. If I can't do it direct way (go through normal job application process) then I will use the indirect method. I will go to reddit or tumblr and other platforms. Then I will find key persons. Be their friends and let them guide me toward that goal.

It's not manipulation though, I just want to make friends with locals to find opportunities otherwise hidden from people like me. Since locals know how it is in their area, which job is in demand, maybe their neighbors/siblings have a company but not explicitly posting on job platforms. Things like that will be hidden forever but not if I can reverse engineer it and work on it from the inside. Within two years (or rather, a year and 9-10 months) I will get that job I need. The only thing is to get past my social anxiety and make friends which is genuinely hard. I will have to relearn social skills, erg.....

It's going to be really tough and tricky to execute. But I choose to throw all my apples on this wagon. I know it'll bring me the ultimate price.

Have you ever been in this situation? How did you get past it?

Thanks again for listening to my rant here, but if you prefer to not answer it then it's ok too. Thanks a bunch!

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It always takes me a bit to answer bigger submissions, so I'm sorry if I am too late for your urgency.

Bloody hell, your aunt sounds so exhausting, mate. I think I would try to get away from her first if at all possible, don't mind Canada. But then I always am in favour of the small steps approach, I can't help it. But you very much sound like you do not have patience for small steps 😉.

I have no idea if finding key people and befriending them on the internet will work, but it's worth a try, of course. Maybe the businesses you would like to work at have employee rosters on their web pages? Sometimes there are even job offers posted there, or you can just send them your application and ask if they have a job for you. Sometimes, that can work, too. What requirements do you even need for working and living in Canada? I never thought about it^^

Maybe finding a god internship in your country in the mean time will help with the experience gap? I don't know if there are companies of international renown in your chosen field in your country? And if you already did internships, that counts as experience as well. And depending on what you're looking for, the experience requirement might not be a 100% hard one.

I'm also probably the last person you want to go for advice about these things, it's really not my area of expertise. I am the most unambitious person I know. All I want out of a job is making enough money to live a good life, and not having to stress about it. But I'm always here to cheer you on and be a snake sec influence if you need it. Have at it, mate! 👍

#submission #sortinghatchats #ask answers #snake secondary

[takes1]

bratty tsukishima x manager!reader enemies to lovers

warnings. none for this part. stay for steamy stuff in later parts ;) content. tsukki not knowing how to handle a crush/enemies to lovers!/manager!reader/gn!reader for this part, could change?/passive-aggressive tsukki/daichi being a friend/suga being a friend/future smut/future sexual frustration notes. i'm branching out! first haikyuu fic! not done with mha but it just doesn't motivate me to write rn :( links. masterlist for mha. my ao3. PART TWO HERE. PART THREE HERE. PART FOUR HERE. FINAL PART HERE. haikyuu collection

You were walking back with a full case of freshly mixed sports drinks for the team when the whistle blew for a break. The entirety of Karasuno was on you at a moment's notice, rowdy despite their long practice.

A plethora of 'thank you's and appreciative mantras filled your heart as you were able to hand out bottles.

The first to swipe them were the first-years that sprinted up to you, trying to beat each other in their own intense, but good-natured race. Then the less excitable members, like your fellow seniors, that gave you slower and sincere thanks, shoulder pats, and tried to engage you in conversation.

Except, you had to make sure everyone got theirs. Which left the bane of your existence.

He sucked his teeth and looked away, disinterested in hydrating as soon as he realized you were handing them out.

"Tsukishima, come on," Suga heeded a subtle warning, but his mistake was turning away to speak to the others- and not following up to ensure the first-year did this simple task.

You weren't going to hold up a bottle for the kid all day. This was ridiculous and beneath you. Your arm slapped down to your side.

Everybody knew he had some issue with you. His disliking for you was nearly automatic upon being placed on the team, but it had somehow grew to a new intensity each day you had to interact.

Little instances like this one added up quick. And it didn't take long to notice, especially amongst your longest friends.

It boiled down to something about you being enough to piss him off, much like Hinata and Kageyama of his own class. For those two, it was relatively harmless bullshit. For you, the structure of the team hinged on him listening to you as his senior and manager.

"I really don't know what's gotten into him-- I-I'm so sorry," Yamaguchi spoke through gritted teeth.

He would've blabbed for much longer on his friend's behalf like usual, but he stopped short with a chill when he found your mirrored cool, upward stare.

"You don't need it anyway," You set his full bottle back into the case with a loud thump, "You haven't even sweat today."

It was a tad bit of an exaggeration, but his growing habit of letting certain spikes through had been prevalent enough to catch your attention. It bothered you because not only did he so quickly run out of steam -much sooner than the others who got the same court time as him-, but Coach didn't always notice his faults the same way you could.

You didn't try to look at him more than the others, truly. Your job hinged on being objective and you liked to think you did a great job at that. Lately though, it'd been tough not noticing every little shitty idiosyncrasy of his.

The way he hit the ball. The curve of his body into the net when he leaped into the air. The angle he liked to hit. The side he favored. The amount of steps he took before he jumped.

He wasn't as skilled as he let on. They could all use improvement, but his cockiness really ate at your patience. The others at the very least pretended to listen to you, and most took your criticism as a chance to improve. God forbid you comment on his faults, though.

The last time you did, his face had frozen with that ugly, twisted expression for the rest of the match.

Almost as soon as your accusation met his ears, that unbelievably fake calm demeanor crumbled into one serious mixture of aggravation.

His jaw tightened and he glanced around your stone-cold stare.

Bitter, he almost seemed to loom over you as he wiped his forehead with an oversized palm. His gaze remained unfaltering, ever so hateful, and he squeezed a closed fist in between you.

Sweat drip, drip, dripped onto the gym floor.

Head cocked, he opened his mouth to speak-- but Daichi slapped a mighty hand onto Tsukishima's upper arm. His forced grin -a welcome sight at this point- came into view.

"Thank you for volunteering to mop today, Tsukishima!"

Sometimes, when you had these types of exchanges, everyone else just sort of... fell away. Despite some polite cover-up conversations, most of the other players had a sensitive ear to his attitude problem with you. They were practically trained to listen to you speak-- this, compounded with Tsukishima's quiet demeanor, and the gym usually fell just short of completely still.

The blond's scowl elicited your covered laugh as you were pulled away. Suga warned you quietly to not get too caught up in talking to the first-years, but it was difficult to focus on his words.

"Thanks," Was punctuated with the sound of Coach's whistle- he gave you a sympathetic expression and ran off.

You didn't realize how worked up you got until they all returned to the court to finish their spiking drills. They formed up in a neat line, one after the other.

Clipboard gripped a bit tighter, you took a big breath in. Then, out. Your heart settled.

Nobody likes confrontation.

SLAM!

Not unless they're a masochist or something.

SLAM.

Why did he have to pick on you? And not some bigger fish that was actually on the team? Your heart squeezed from the burden of it all.

S L A M !

Tsukishima turned to move to the back of the line, but made sure to catch your eyes before you could even think to ignore him. His expression was indescribable but nothing short of trouble.

@ me to be added to the taglist for this fic series! i have at least 4 more parts i want to do that will be substantially longer

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[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 7, Part 3

Deanna tries to help Reece with his boy problems, Paris is always welcome to the York's food, and Aaron is not a very helpful lawyer. Also I do read mod notes but I may gave neglected to go back and read old notes when getting new mods. Sorry high school sims.

Deanna invites Reece to the park with her and Kelly. Reece is still in a bad mood so she suggests they try swing their worries away. The two have fun embracing their youth, forgetting about romantic endeavours for a spell. The sun here is amazing! Makes getting pictures so much easier.

Kelly wants to declare someone an enemy, but doesn't have any sims he dislikes yet. He scans the park and finds a random sim who he thinks he can get under the skin of. Slowly he begins a campaign of rudeness and mean interactions. Unfortunately the sim leaves before Kelly can declare him an enemy.

Deanna: If you want to talk to him, then just text him

Reece: He's the one that ran, he should text first

Deanna: Forget should, do you want to talk to him

Reece: Yes but-

Deanna: No buts, text him

Reece: He's older, he should be sweeping me off my feet not the other way around

Deanna: Ridiculous

Reece: What do you mean

Deanna: That's just like saying the guy has to win the girl. We're not straight, we can't afford to get sucked in those kinds of stupid stereotypes

Reece: Okay but who's the man in your relationship

Deanna: OMW shut up idiot

Reece: Kidding, kidding, but I'd gladly be his girl, his guy...

Reece: Be his anything really if things went back to how they were

Deanna: You don't want them to go back

Reece: I don't?

Deanna: You want them to change for the better

Reece: Fine, what am I saying in this text then

Deanna: You could start with a greeting

Reece: Yeah but, hi, hey, hello, yo, sup...

Deanna: Just pick one

Reece: Right, now what? I should probably apologise right

Deanna: What?

Reece: For kissing him

Deanna: Are you sorry for that

Reece: I'm sorry for things being weird but it was pretty wonderful

Deanna: Then don't apologise. Be brave and throw in an "I miss you"

Reece: Okay I got "Hey Samir, blondie here. Missing seeing you. Let's catch up at school"

Deanna: Blondie?

Reece: *blushes* it's just what he calls me

Deanna: Cute!

Reece: Shut up

Denna: Now press send, dare you

Reece: Fine

*text swooshes off*

Reece: Oh ship what did I do, can I unsend

Deanna: No

Reece: I might have a heart attack

Deanna: You won't, just use your yoga breathing tricks

Reece: *deep breaths* So what now

Deanna: Ball is in his court, now we practice patience

Reece: Really

Deanna: You want to be a zen guru right? Got to start somewhere

Reece: Thanks for helping De

Deanna: Any time

The pair decide to have a game of chess since they're in a park after all. Deanna may have a tech focused brain but Reece is a genius. In a tight spot she distracts him and switches some pieces. Lucky for her Reece doesn't seem to notice, or is too polite to say anything. He still wins the game.

Kelly: I want to go home

Deanna: Ma and Pa are probably still on their date, come and enjoy the clouds

Kelly: Be boring? No. I'm going to have some fun with this stuff I found

Reece: Should we be stopping him

Deanna: It'll all wash away in the rain, and he really doesn't listen to me anyway

Kelly: I don't feel so good

Deanna: Oh duck, you look terrible

Kelly: I'm telling ma you swore

Deanna: Of course you are, come on then, later Reece

Kelly: Later Reece

Reece: Feel better soon, and don't get De sick

Kelly: Where's the fun in being sick if I can't infect others

Deanna: Come on evil one

Deanna: Oh good ma, you're home

Calista: What did he do now

Deanna: He got sick

Kelly: *itches*

Calista: Don't scratch, you'll just hurt yourself, water and a nap

Kelly: But ma

Calista: If you want to get better you drink water and you nap

Kelly: Fine but I'm not happy about it

Deanna: Course not

The water and the nap seem to do the trick. Kelly wakes up feeling better and has enough of an appetite to have a late dinner. Since he slept away some of his Sunday he has a long session playing with Bun Bun before he heads back to bed.

Calista and Aaron choose to work from home the next day. While Aaron files documents and attends a deposition Calista spends the morning baking and thinking about her next career steps. In the afternoon she heads to the gym where she runs into Eliza. She also meets the new gym trainer Trevor.

Deanna invites Paris over after school and all the kids are delighted to see the sweets.

Kelly: Cupcakes

Paris: Pink cupcakes

Deanna: Thanks ma

Paris: Yes thanks Mrs York

Calista: You don't have to call me Mrs York

Paris: What then

Deanna: Officer York

*group laughter*

Calista: Calista is fine

While Deanna has to go to computer club Aaron and Calista enjoy getting to know Paris a bit better. If Deanna is home the parents can hardly seem to get a word in when the girls are talking away. Afterwards they all settle down to have dinner together so Paris can avoid the foster home "dinner"

The teen school project this week is a suspension bridge. Like normal Deanna asks her parents to help. Calista has the arts and crafts hobby while Aaron is always happy to check her math for her. Together they make an excellent quality bridge, perfect for all the virtual toy cars.

It should surprise no one that Kelly chooses not to do his homework or school project. Instead he invites Fergus over the road to play some video games. After failing to win puts him in a rage Fergus heads home. Kelly takes out his frustration by scribbling in his journal and fixing some evil plans.

With Deanna at school I realise the building is awfully empty. Thanks to the teleporter I manage to get most students at school even if they don't flag as students. Deanna heads to class and I realise my bigger problem, no teachers have shown up today. Clearly I broke something, sorry virtual peeps.

Paris: This is so weird

Deanna: There must be conflicting mods

Paris: Huh

Deanna: Joey always says that when things go wrong

Paris: Hey did you notice Reece and Samir are talking again

Deanna: I saw them sit together but talking is even better

Paris: Did you help

Deanna: Kiss me and I'll tell you

Deanna is the only one at career day apart from the guests. I get her to chat to them but then we cut our loses and head home early.

I got the regions restriction mod without rereading the high school mod notes that said using both causes teachers to not appear. Region restrictions is gone for now.

Great news, both Aaron and Calista have been promoted. Aaron is now a Promising Prosecutor but damn it his work prep task is still offering representation. Calista turned down covert ops and has picked the military officer path. Her new title is Fourth Lieutenant.

Working from home lets them visit with Devin and Luna who have a visitor. Cassandra is hoping Aaron can give her more information about the supposed contract. Sadly it seems that Dina and Nina do indeed have charge of the capital funds and custody of Milton. But if things change Aaron will help her.

Calista has been working on some newborn onesies and is excited to give them to her daughter-in-law. When one has twins I'm pretty sure you can't have a stockpile of clean clothes that's too large. Calista then knits some more while trying to calm down a still angry Cassandra.

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[lordofcrowns]

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[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Where's My Super Suit?! But with the Bleach Captains and Lieutenants.

Thank you so much for this request and sorry for the lateness of this. I guess this is more coming out around Halloween? Lol, that's okay Halloween is the best holiday anyways. I laughed so much at this request and I had so much fun writing it! I chose the captains and lieutenants that would give off this energy. But if you want more you can always ask for a second part! Hope You enjoyed this and thank you so much for the support! 💓💓💕💕

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Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi Zaraki was ready. He had found out about Ichigo Kurosaki visiting the soul society just an hour ago. Somehow, something switched in Kenpachi's brain that he was ready. It happens every time Ichigo comes to the soul society. It was like his brain had switched automatically every time he sees him. You knew this for as long as you knew him. Now that you are with you knew how to think ahead of him. So you took the initiative to hide his Zanpakuto right before the day you two planned your anniversary date.

"s/o, where's my Zanpakuto?"

Your eyes widened, you had a feeling this would happen that's why you hid it from him. "What?" You pretended you couldn't hear him to buy some time to think of something up in case he would freak out. "s/o, where-is-my-Zan-pa-ku-to?" You could that he getting more irritated, hearing things getting knocked over and his anger slowly building up. "I put it away." You simply yelled out to him. "Where did you put it?" He yelled back, he was becoming dangerously angry by the minute. You were also becoming even more impatient with him as well. "Why do you need to know?" You snapped back at him, "Kurosaki here! Now give me my Zapakuto women!" That did it. You slammed the bathroom door open, entering the living area, where he stood. You both glared at each other, you couldn't believe him at this moment in time. "All you think about is Kurosaki this and Kurosaki that! Can't you think of anything else besides him?!" "You don't understand s/o! I have to fight Kurosaki." He said urgently, throwing more stuff around the room. You laughed out loud, exasperated by his unhinged attitude. "Oh hell no! You and I are going to battle each other here in a minute!" "You tell me where my Zanpakuto is women! I promised Kurosaki that I was going to battle the next time I see him1 This is going to be the greatest battle that we both will ever have!" You couldn't help but laugh, is he serious right now? "Greatest fight?" The greatest thing you ever have is me! Now if you don't be quiet, stop throwing shit and take me out to dinner right now I will smack you so hard I will knock those bells off your head." Kenpachi's eyes widened, he turned towards you aghast by what you had said to him. You threw his hands up in defense, "Alright alright, I'm sorry. I'll take you out." He chuckled at you, giving you hug and kissing you on the forehead.

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ikkaku Madarame

Ikkaku had heard about the intruders that had sneaked into the soul society but unfortunately, for him, he was in the middle of getting ready for a date with his s/o. He heard a crash from several feet from where they were lived. Out of habit, he begins to look around for his zanpakuto. "Babe, where is my zanpakuto?" Your eyes widened from the other side of the room, you were also getting ready for this date as well. You knew he was going to be pissed but hell, you had to hide his Zanpakuto. He always had to fight everything that moves and it always pissed you off. Now you got rid of his distraction for the night and there was nothing in the world that will make you both not go on this date. "What?" You said to him, feigning ignorance. "Where- is- my-zan-pa-ku-to?" He did not sound happy but you had to tell the truth to him. "Oh, I put it away." You were waiting for him to explode with anger...any minute now...

"What?! Where in the hell did you put it?!"

"Why in the hell do you need to know?" You snapped back at him.

" I need it!" He yelled throughout the room in outrage.

"No you don't! I am sure captain Zaraki can handle intruders all on his own! we have been planning this dinner for a long time and it will not be ruined all because you want to get into ANOTHER fight." "This fight is to protect the soul society!" "This date needs to be protected!" "You better tell me where my Zanpakuto is women!" Ikkaku yelled out at you. Now you were really pissed. "The only thing that is worth protecting is me and our relationship! Now get over here or I will choke you so hard You will start growing hair!" Ikkau clenched his fists, biting his lips to shut himself. He knew how you were when you were like this. "Alright... fine. You're right." He muttered to himself, then he gave you a sincere smile. "Yea, I'm always right." You smiled back at him.

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Renji Abarai

Renji Abarai was worried about the world of the living.

It turns out that there were so many hollows appearing out of nowhere and it had begun to become dangerous to the innocent people of the world of the living. "Honey, where is my Zanpakuto?" Renji yelled out, looking frantically around it like he doesn't have a date that he needs to go to in about thirty minutes. " I can't hear you! " You said across their home. " I said, Where - is-my- zan-pa-ku-to? " Renji yelled out. you knew he was so worried but you couldn't understand why he is so worried about the world of the living. They have tons of other soul reapers that could assist the world of the living so why have him go and do it? Especially since he had the day off from fighting hollows. "oh that, I put away for this evening." You said, putting on your set of earrings, shrugging nonchalantly. "Where?" Renji asked panicked, still. You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed. " Why do you need to know? " "I need it!" This was getting ridiculous, and your patience was running way too thin. " No, you don't! You don't "need" a sword on this date! We have been planning this dinner for months! " Renji faced you, grabbing you by the shoulders, making you look at him as he practically pleading. "The world of the living is in danger! I have to go and help!" You shook your head, still keeping your ground. You don't care, you two are going on this date and that's final. "You're the only one that is going to be in danger if you keep asking for that damn Zanpakuto!" " You better tell me where my Zanpakuto! We are talking about saving other people's lives! " He exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows with annoyance, "Saving other people's lives? The only thing worth protecting and saving is me! Now let's go before I have to drag your pineapple-shaped head out this door!" You were scary and he knew there was no way he was going to get out of this any time soon. It's a good thing that you both loved each other.

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[rosyandraw]

If I could beg ask you for a prompt... I would love to read something where Damen and Laurent meet for the first time. I love your writing style and the way you created the diferents Damens and Laurents for every AU 💕 and I think it would be so good!!! to read you writing them not knowing each other beforehand. Haha I know this is not kinky but maybe it works with any other idea you got? If not that's okay, I still can't wait to read more of nmfy and all of your others futures fics. ( By the way I loveee your Damen dom vibes from nmfy.. He's chef kiss 😚👌)

Thank u

Omg thank you so much you're way too kind but I appreciate you so so much 💕💕

I love this prompt, it doesn't have to be kinky I can do not-R rated I promise... 👀

This has been going round and round in my head since I first saw your ask and I'm busy at work and thought now was the perfect time to write this because I am very good at procrastinating!

So! might be a bit rough because work but here we are anyway hope it fits for you

Lamen Meet-Cute/Meet-Ugly:

The street was crowded, packed, mid-afternoon on a Saturday in the tourist district of the Capital. Usually, Damen avoided the place as much as possible but the tram wasn’t operating as far as he needed it to because of an obstruction on the track. He was supposed to be meeting Nikandros at the restaurant for lunch and Nikandros hated when he was late.

So now Damen was trying to navigate through the over-crowded street that was packed with tourists, teenagers, street performers and people walking so slow they might be in danger of freezing.

Damen’s patience was non-existent at the best of times. People were just exhausting. And ridiculous. And so fucking stupid. And children? Even worse. Little four-foot bastards with no filter and too many opinions.

He was deep in his admittedly grumpy thoughts, peering up over the heads of the crowd and trying to estimate how long it was going to take to reach the end of the street when a body collided with him, tripping into him and gasping out a curse.

Damen’s hands shot out on instinct, turning a glare on the person who’d been trying to dash past in the opposite direction; who’d shoved the man into him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, steadying the man who’d stumbled.

“I’m sorry, are you okay? I’m so-“ the stranger began

Damen steadied him, hands dropping from him as the stranger looked up. Damen found himself peering into two startling pools of winter blue on the most exquisite face he’d ever seen in real life.

The man’s words faded, dying on his tongue as his eyes flickered, tracing Damen’s features in a way that made him want to swallow.

“Erm-“ the stranger shook his head, a small laugh slipping past his lips that sounded almost self-deprecating “I was talking, wasn’t I?” he asked, cheeks tinting pink just a little.

It could have been the bracing breeze rolling off the river but Damen didn’t think so. It was endearing as hell and his anger was gone almost as easily as it had bloomed.

“Yes, you were,” he grinned

The man blinked, smile widening as he ducked his head down. Damen watched him shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as though he didn’t quite know what to do with himself and let his eyes drink him in from head to toe; ice blonde hair, leather jacket, quirky mismatched earrings, black nails.

Someone bumped into him from behind, a family tutting as they moved past and Damen took hold of his assailant’s elbow without thinking, manoeuvring them both to the side so they could look out over the river and avoid getting trampled.

“Are you okay?” Damen asked

“If I’m dazed I don’t think it has anything to do with nearly falling,”

Christ. Where the fuck did he come from? It was like someone had dipped a hand into Damen’s brain and thrown all of his favourite things into one walking fucking wet dream.

“That makes two of us,” he said “I’m Damen,”

“Laurent,” he said “and you have no idea how spectacularly bad this timing is,”

Damen tried not to let his disappointment show as he canted his head in question.

“Is it?”

“I have to go, and that’s very annoying because you’re ridiculously attractive and I think this is a karmic joke,”

“How so?” Damen asked

“Just- trust me, you don’t want to know,”

“Well can I have your number?”

Laurent made a face, tipping his head up to the sky “if there is a god he fucking hates me,” he groaned and Damen really had no idea what to make of it.

Damen snorted “are you seeing someone?”

“No, I’d have given you my number even if I was, which,” he flapped a hand “that’s the least terrible thing about me, by the way, trust me, this isn’t- I really have to go,”

“Wait-“

“Maybe I’ll bump into you again, when the timing’s better,”

“I hope so,”

“You say that now,” Laurent grinned as he started to walk away.

Damen watched him, eyes scanning down him, slightly confused, a little bit annoyed and mostly just a little bit dazed. Or a lot.

Laurent only got four paces away from him before he was turning back, coming toward him with an intent that, should he have been thinking clearly, might have made him recognise what was happening before it did.

Laurent slammed into him, one hand hooking at the back of his neck to yank Damen down as he rose up to his tip toes, kissing him soundly.

Damen’s hands fell to his waist instantly, tugging him closer, opening his mouth to the flick of Laurent’s tongue without hesitation.

It was madness. He wasn’t a teenager. This wasn’t a club. He was nearly thirty and it was 2pm on a random Saturday and he was kissing a stranger like they were stumbling blindly toward Damen’s bedroom and not standing still in the middle of a crowded street.

When Laurent pulled back he kept his eyes closed for a long beat, fingers still clenched in Damen’s hair and Damen just watched him, heart pounding, tongue chasing the taste of him in his own mouth.

Laurent peeled his eyes open and stared up at him, eyes roving over him.

“God, so good, so unfair,” Laurent said before giving Damen a little shove back.

Laurent turned, walking away without a backward glance, leaving Damen blinking in his wake half convinced that whole thing had been a dream.

When he made it to the restaurant, twenty minutes late, Damen left out the part about the random blonde lest he earn himself a lecture from Nikandros. It wasn’t until he came to pay that he realised his wallet was missing and he knew. Instantly he knew what had happened. Laurent.

Fucks sake.

Well, that was clearly one way to distract people so you could steal from them. He had the perfect face for it and he was certainly a good actor. Or maybe Damen was just a fool. Laurent probably wasn’t even his real name.

Yeah, definitely a fool.

He was suddenly very fucking glad he hadn’t told Nikandros about Laurent. He would never let him forget it. Damen wasn’t likely to forget it either, though he had a horrible feeling it was for all the wrong reasons.

If he did bump into Laurent again Damen had no idea if he’d want to kill him or kiss him.

#Captive prince #writing prompts #my writing #meet-cute/meet-ugly #Damen/Laurent #lamen #Damen x Laurent #Damen of Akielos #Laurent of vere #glad you like nmfy Damen too #he's my babe #also if anyone is familiar with london i bet you know exactly where this location is #or based on rather

[kinghamilton]

I keep getting close to a milestone and then people unfollow me so I've decided ✨why wait to give a shout-out to the people who make my tumblr experience a lovely one? ✨

To my Nico Haunting Madness squad for being the most hilarious and absolute best 👻

@kweenphia sweetie... I don't know what my fandom life would be without you. I love our discussions so much and I would keep staying up late to chat and and write half stories with you any day <3

@holdmyhopeinyourhands honestly what is there not to love about you... You're always so fun and positive and I like being able to cry about our psg boys together and make fun of every stupid drama. I also don't understand how you have the patience to deal with all your weird anons but 85% of the time your answers are absolutely hilarious.

@lauda4theback bless you and your so well argumented rants when people are being absolutely ridiculous. I am in awe of you. Truly.

@querencva you're a baby but one I want to wrap in a blanket. I hope you succeed in your studies and your internships. I adore seeing your name on my dash. I always smile when I see your icon.

@lescedes my fellow fand(m)om, I appreciate you so much... You have the absolute best blog name on this entire website and you're such a kind person.

Another special shout-out to two of my favorite people. I am so glad I met you both:

To the amazing @historygeek12 for being such a sweet and kind person 💞 you are always here to talk to and I feel very lucky to know you 💙💜

To my fellow French sweetheart @ctolisso for letting me rant about how our national team is just a whole bunch of clowns wearing blue outfits 🤡🇨🇵 and for being a gem in general that is not afraid to threaten me with a good guillotine time 🥖❤️

To some special people that I absolutely love to see on my dash or in my notifications whether we're mutuals or not:

@grandprixwinnerpierregasly I think you were the very first f1 blog I followed and I don't regret it one bit. You are such a genuinely lovable person!

@l8tof1 for being such mood all the time; your posts, your tags... Honey you brighten my dash every day. I don't know how else to say it. I see your name and my heart is happy.

@eld1ablhoe Honesty... you make me laugh so hard so much and thank you for all the motogp and Bayern content. I always anticipate a laugh when I see your name and icon appear.

@heureux4430 you're so nice and I loved each time we've talked! And I like that you diversify my dash with some NBA and music 👌

@electric-arc for being my favorite pro Bottas blog, I think there's barely any post I don't like or reblog for you (and if I miss some it's only because I'm not online at the right time!)

@hungerpunch I see your reblogs and I absolutely love your tags all the time!!!

This post is getting long and there are other people I want to mention and I want to give a special shout-out to all of you but honestly I'd just keep rambling about how I love seeing you on my dash or notifications. I love to talk to you when we do or admire your presence from afar when I'm too shy to reach out, or see your URL pop-up in my notifications. So another few people I have grown to love on here these past few months in no particular order:

@7xwc @itsmetheabnormalone @watermelonseb @sewis-rights @cinnamonstroll @halohamilton @teenwaywardasgardian @lewisbian @teampapaya @heartsoftruth @milou-in-space @goalkepa @eyessshut @sirlewismybeloved @louisxgolden @milky-wayyy @the-place-to-sparkle

I hope I am not forgetting anyone 🥺 if so I am deeply, deeply sorry and it's just my dumb brain being emotional making this post ❤️

#My train was super late so I wrote my lil love note patiently waiting to get home #I love you all much more than I could explain #It's that little comfortable flutter in my heart that goes 'they're online!!!!!!!!' #Personal #Shout-out list

[handsoffmyscarfsherlock]

Hello! This is the first time I've requested something, so sorry if I'm doing it wrong! Could you make a sequel to Riddle Man? Maybe multiple?

Hi there! I'm SO sorry for the late response. My life has been a little hectic lately!

However, here you are! I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if y'all might want this to be a series. Comments are greatly appreciated.

Riddle Man Pt. 2

Ed Nygma x Reader

Summary: Life continues for the reader and Ed, their relationship continuing to blossom. However, it becomes stressed when the reader meets everyone’s favorite detectives. 

Warnings: Creepy Ed! Otherwise none :)

Cold. You feel your hair on your arms standing up. The morgue turned out to be more homey than you expected, however, when you got settled in there continued to be a slight chill through your body. Your body silently shook as you looked through your case files. You were already put to work no less than an hour after arriving to your new job.

The GCPD was swamped. Truly swamped. You were thankful to be out of the bustling bullpen along with the noisy detectives. Looking down at your watch you notice that your lunch-break had already passed since you were so busy trying to adjust and adapt to the new environment.

“I can be roasted but I’m not a turkey. I can be ground but I’m not pepper. I can be pressed but I’m not a button. I can be brewed but I’m not beer. I’m a bean but I’m not magic. What am I?” You jump as you hear the voice appear behind you.

“Mr. Nygma! You startled me!” You spin on your chair to face the tall and lanky man. His arms were behind his back as if he were hiding something. Your eyebrows furrow as his eyes twinkle, awaiting your response.

“Coffee, Mr. Nygma. Although, if you ask me I think it is truly magical!”

He beamed a Cheshire-like grin at your response as he presented you with a mug of coffee. Your hands were warmed as the coffee mug rested within your palms.

She’s so delicate. So dainty.

Stop it. He thought to himself. Leave her alone. I don’t want you here. You were beaming at the coffee, in your own little world.

“Thank you Mr. Nygma! Exactly how I like it, how’d you guess?”

Ed smirked and simply responded, “Call it an educated guess. I guess this is our coffee date, seeing as it looks like the work load won’t decrease anytime soon.” The look in his eyes showed disscontempt. You could assume that was just frustration behind the heavy day.

“Hey! Don’t worry about it! I’m just happy that you’re here with me, it’s nice to have a partner to get this work done with.” Your smile beamed at him, feeling more invigorated from the coffee.

She likes you, buddy. She wants you. Look at her.

Your eyes twinkled at him with genuine adoration. It took every ounce of his being not to kiss you right there. He was right, you did look perfect. Everything about you was perfect. Perfect for him and him alone.

“A companion makes everything go by quicker,” He chirped at you, “You’re cold. Are you feeling ok?” He rushes over to you and puts his hand to your forehead. You giggle at his worry.

“Mr. Nygma, I’m ok! I’m just a little chilly from being down here.”

Looks like she could be warmed up, I’ve got some ideas of my own if you want to hear-

Stop. Now. He dry swallows to try to push the feeling down.

You notice that the concern on his face does not drop. He looks around the room, his hair shifting slightly to droop onto his forehead.

“Let me go get you a jacket from my locker! I’ll be right back!” He scampers out of the room leaving you alone again. You sigh and sip your coffee. It was sad how much you missed his presence already.

“Who the hell are you?”

You jump and stand up at the harsh voice. You see a ragged looking man who’s eyes seem to have observed some bad stuff through his years on the force.

“Harvey, what are you-“ Another man walks through the door before noticing you. He had a stereotypical police haircut. He looked young, fresh, compared to the man next to him. He winces apologetically before stepping in front of you.

“Hey, sorry about him. I’m Detective James Gordon and this is Detective Harvey Bullock. I’m sorry about him. He doesn’t know how to behave yet, despite working here longer than me.” You chuckle at his response.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Y/N and I’m the new forensic assistant! It’s a pleasure to meet you, both of you, actually.” You smile at Jim and Harvey. Jim gives you a polite smile in return and Harvey relaxes a little. “Is there something I can do to help you, gentlemen?”

Jim shifts and looks at Harvey. Harvey clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, we were expecting Nygma but we wanted to know what the tox screen said about the stiff we found this morning.”

You shuffle around your papers before finding the one they wanted. “The man was clean. At least that’s what the preliminary said. I can test for specific things if you can tell me what you’re looking for if you want?”

Jim and Harvey nod in acknowledgement. The silence in the room was uncomfortable and made you want to squirm.

“Is there anything else I can do-“

“How’s it like working with Nygma?” Harvey interrupts. Your face lightly flushes in discomfort.

“Mr. Nygma is a very nice person, Detective Bullock. I have only been here for a couple hours but I genuinely enjoy his company!” Your voice was strong, despite the anxiety rippling through your body. Jim also looks like he is uncomfortable at Harvey’s comment.

Harvey isn’t done though, “But, like, he’s so weird. Doesn’t he make you feel like he could cut you up and eat you?”

Jim looks like he wants to smack Harvey. Your temper and patience are wearing thin.

“I don’t know who you think you are, Mr. Almighty one, but how dare you say that! I bet you barely know him. You sound ridiculous. I cannot believe you think you can even say that, I’m disgusted. If you don’t have anything else I can do for you, I’m going to have to ask you to please leave.”

Jim doesn’t hesitate when he grabs Harvey’s arm before pushing him towards the door. Your hands have found your hips, looking like an upset mother. Jim turns to you, eyes apologetic, “Thank you for your help Y/N. I’m so sorry, again.”

They leave, the room settling into the quiet again. You huff and sit down onto your chair, taking a sip of coffee and trying to let it calm you down. Settling back into your work, you wait for Ed to come back.

Little did you know Ed was behind the door for the entire conversation, clutching the jacket in a death grip. His knuckles white. Now resting his body on the wall outside, his mind was racing.

She defended you. She cares. Can’t you tell? I need her. We need her. Now.

Ed is shocked. No one has ever defended him like that. It is always everyone laughing at him, just like he was used to. You are different. A beautiful, refreshing, breath of fresh air. You were exactly what he needed. For the first time, he agreed with the dark thoughts he had so desperately avoided.

You were going to be his, whether you liked it or not.

#edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #gotham imagine #gotham fox

[horunicorn]

Oya Oya

Hewwo :3 I have written much smut but this is my first time making it public. Sorry it came out so long. Feel free to point out any mistakes.

Warnings: choking, dominance

The fusuma slammed shut behind you, rattling the shōji across the room, after he'd pushed you rather roughly into his room at the Shinsengumi dorm. You were honestly surprised the kumiko didn't fall apart.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

You curled your lip up at him defiantly. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me," he warned, pacing to and fro in front of the door, clearly agitated. Then again, the man did have a short fuse. "Who gave you permission to hang with the Yorozuya bastard? Is that what you do behind my back?"

His accusation flipped your entire mood over. You were cheeky before; now you were pissed. What right did he have to point fingers at you? After all, he was the one who pushed you to do it. For three weeks, you had been patient while he worked. Of course, since he lived where he worked, it seemed like he was never free, always balancing his vice commander duties in and out of the headquarters. He did ask for your permission before going on cases, to make sure that you were okay with him doing overtime on certain days. And you always assured him that you would wait for him, no matter how busy some days could get. You always told him that it was okay to put his job first when he needed to. But that didn't mean he could take advantage of your understanding, did it?

The guy was smarter than most; he picked up on hints and cues effortlessly, especially if they were from you. So why had he been so oblivious to your subtle advances these past weeks?

"Who are you to tell me who I can or cannot be friends with?" you snapped back, temper flaring.

"You know very well who I am and what I can and cannot do," he answered, a little condescendingly.

"Yeah, well, you should also know that Gin-san gives me way more attention than you do," you uttered rashly. It was how you felt on the inside. After so many days of neglect by Hijikata, Gintoki's friendly affection towards you had you hooked in like fish to bait. Every smile and head smack he gave you fed your growing hunger for a man you couldn't get to and yet you still went on with it. You hung around Gintoki, longing for Hijikata, for something physical, just to take away the ache of missing the vice commander.

"What did you say?" Hijikata's tight voice betrayed the anger that was sparking inside him. The thought of you just being in Gintoki's presence was enough to provoke him. Confirmation that you let him touch you - nevermind if it was just playful shoves or shoulder bumping - flooded his vision with red. "You let him touch you?"

You scoffed at his ridiculous jealousy. "I'm not a slut. All Gin-san did was listen to me when I was alone. He kept me company."

True, you worked eight hours a day but the tiredness didn't mean that you didn't want to talk late into the night.

"Company, huh?" Hijikata crossed the room to stand in front of you so fast that you had to double check the spot he was previously at, just to be sure. He was a head taller than you. Now that he was all riled up, his presence was intimidating, especially since you had to look up to meet his eyes. "It just had to be him?"

You knew better. If you let him go on, you would have angry make up sex in seconds. This was a matter that needed talking through, not blind fucking. You pushed him away harshly, much to his surprise.

"We're not in a movie, Hijikata." Ah, using his family name when you were alone was never a good sign. "You can't just fuck me and be done with it."

A thought crossed your mind. Maybe it wasn't that he was busy. Maybe it was you who had done things wrongly. If you hadn't dropped all those stupid hints and just came straight forward with your needs, you needn't have had to feel the pain of ignorance from him. Your low self-esteem came racing back to you.

It was my fault. I didn't talk to him.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, turning away from him. Your sudden change in demeanor startled him but it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before.

Just like that, his anger melted away. He stepped towards you, pulling your reluctant form into his arms.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for anything," Hijikata sighed, one hand carefully cupping the back of your head. When his temper wasn't in the way, he saw things much clearer. "It was wrong of me to accuse you like that, especially since I know how much I've been neglecting you. I just didn't like the fact that of all the people to go to attention for, it was him." Hijikata said him with visible distaste. You relaxed against him, calmer now that he was no longer angry, that he had assured you it was not your fault.

"But I like him," you protested.

"Could you not like anyone else?"

"You hate everyone else, except the gorilla and he's infatuated with Otae-chan."

"Are you saying you'd go to Kondo-san if you could?" Hijikata teased, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

With that you ducked out of his embrace. "Please. I don't do stalkers." Hijikata was quick to catch you again though, this time from behind. He placed a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear.

"If you hadn't gotten caught today," he began, "I would have shown my appreciation for your patience in a different way."

"You have something planned?" you asked excitedly, happy that he had been thinking of you too.

"I did," he confirmed in the past tense. "But I can't get Yorozuya's stupid smug face out of my mind."

You knew all too well why. You knew that hanging out with Gintoki came with a punishment if you were caught. Before you could respond, Hijikata had a hand locked around your neck, with pressure not enough to choke but just enough that made swallowing difficult.

"Sometimes I think you let yourself get caught on purpose," he went on in a low voice, free hand travelling down your left arm and tugging it behind your back. He had you in a hold you didn't have any intention of breaking out of. Indeed, just the feeling of his hand on your throat had you weak at the knees, ready to be ruined by him.

"T - Tōshi," you managed, voice strangled by the hand on your windpipe. "Hard to... breathe."

"But you like this, don't you?" He purred. "You want to be choked like the little slut you are."

Oh, there was no denying how much his words were turning you on. Getting choked with his hand was good. Getting choked on his cock was better and you were more than eager for it.

"Choke... me with... your...cock..." Earlier misgivings forgotten, you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was all you had wanted since using Gintoki as a filler. His attention.

"Mm, I don't think so, baby girl," he murmured, finally releasing you from his hold only to take your hand and drag you down onto his futon. "I want to give, not take. And I expect thanks."

Translation: I will fuck you senseless and you will be vocal about it.

"Dont you think you can punish me better if - " Your question was cut short by a gasping inhale. Hijikata had somehow managed to loosen the knots of the date-jime that held your nagajuban and kimono together amidst everything and was now shamelessly pushing his fingers between your damp labia, hand disappearing in the folds of the cloth. Immediately, your hips moved up, asking for more when he'd barely begun. He murmured an amused "oya oya" upon finding the absence of underwear on you.

"I think you've been wetter than this, haven't you?" Deviously, Hijikata poked two fingers into your hole without any warning. There hadn't been much foreplay but could you really complain when you were swallowing his fingers like the greedy whore you were? He pulled his fingers out along with your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles, like a taunt.

"You're going to tease me," you stated, breathless already.

"Just for now," he promised, the sensitive nub slipping between his pointer finger and middle finger. Your nerve endings fired, sending thick coils of pleasure up your body. Again, your hips moved up.

Hijikata chose that moment to take his hands off of you. He sat back on his heels, hands placed perfectly on his lap. Disheveled and disgruntled, you forced your pleasure-weak body into motion, sitting up with your kimono loose around you, one side sliding down to bare a shoulder.

This was no dream: your body had flaws everywhere. Beauty marks on your skin, scars from being clumsy, skin that wasn't silky smooth or creamy white. You felt very small when you walked past some women on the streets but Hijikata always made you feel perfect. He loved every one of your imperfections, which encouraged you at times like these.

"Frustrated?" he smirked and you wondered just what he was playing at. Unbothered, you knee-walked closer, until you were parked right in front of him. Your hands grasped at the lapels of his uniform jacket. The familiar musk of cigarette smoke wafted up your nostrils, further turning you on. His gaze was hot on you; you could feel it despite not looking at him. Deliberate in your movements, you pushed the jacket off then proceeded to unbutton his vest and undo the knot of the white scarf around his neck. You were busy working on his shirt when he caught your hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

The contact of the softness of his lips against your skin made your thoughts fuzzy. His stare lingered on you and your restraint broke. You crashed your lips into his, claiming your pleasure, trying to pacify your desire for him. He indulged you, using a hand to hold your head steady. You kissed and kissed until there was no more breath to breathe between the both of you.

Hijikata pulled back first, dragging a thumb across your lower lip. It was such an intimate move, hinting at the lust he had for you; that was all it took for you to go into full 'I need you now' mode. Impatient, you shoved him back and shimmied up his body, brazenly rocking your hips, smearing your arousal onto his white shirt. Obviously, he felt your dampness through the material and gripped your hips to stop you from moving. The sight of you grinding above him was too much for his already tortured mind. Everything had to go. Now.

Soon you were balancing above him, the tip of his hard cock pressing at your slick entrance. You braced your hands on his broad chest, breath controlled as you slowly sat down on him, the length of him sliding into you inch by inch until your ass touched his lap. The sensation of him in you never failed to make you moan. His girth, his length, everything was just enough to fill up your tight hole.

"My sweet girl," Hijikata murmured, eyes half lidded. "I'd nearly forgotten how good you feel around me." He held onto your hips. "Move for me."

At his demand, you lifted yourself off and back down again, whimpering at the discomfort. Yeah, he was definitely big. Without your weekly routine, your body needed time to get used to him again. It didn't take long, though. Hijikata's soft encouragement and touch had you thirsting for more in no time. You got used to the stretch, gaining momentum and confidence as you moved. No longer did it sting; there was nothing but pleasure with the way you had him sliding in and out of you. Every time you rose left his cock slicker than before, layer upon layer of your arousal coating him.

When your legs got tired, you resorted to bouncing, biting your lip when your ass slapped against his skin in the sexiest way. Hijikata was in awe beneath you. His blue eyes were dark, lips parted in heavy breaths. First his eyes fixed on the way he was entering you, on the way your sweet pussy just swallowed his cock. His rough hands roved up your stomach, fingers dancing over your jumping breasts. That was the second thing he stared at. The soft mounds of flesh on your chest that bounced along with you made his cock twitch. Then he looked at your face. At the way you bit your lip, the pleasure in your expression. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to dominate you.

The feeling swept over him. Having you on top was incredible, especially since he knew you could control the depth and angle of his entrance. But he needed to have you his way. He couldn't yet explain why.

You cried out in surprise when he sat up abruptly, forcing you to remain still on his lap. You pressed your chest to his, feeling him move along with you, in you. The movement brought on a whole new sensation that made you scratch his chest with a low moan.

"Can he do that?" Hijikata asked, voice thick with lust. And something else. He knew now why he needed dominance over you.

"Who - What?" You couldn't register his words and the meaning behind them at first, not until he flipped you both over in a practiced move and he rolled his hips into you, hitting every unclaimed spot within you. Your legs came around his hips.

"Can that silver haired idiot do this? Make you feel this good?" He pulled back slightly, only to plunge back into you with a jolt that pushed another moan from your mouth.

"N - No. Tōshi..."

Hijikata pulled at your hips, angling your lower body upwards and began thrusting into you, going deep and hard each time. He knew very well that at this angle, each slide of his cock was sure to brush your g-spot. And each time his pelvis met yours, the head of his throbbing cock would carass the tip of your cervix, making you buck your hips even further up.

Seeing you this way only fuelled his unneeded jealousy for a rival that was hardly a threat.

"I bet he can't," he agreed gruffly. "He doesn't know your body, does he? Doesn't know how my baby girl likes it. Tell me." Hijikata drove deep, pushing his own hips up. You choked on a moan, hands tight around his wrists. "Who's making you feel good?"

You were unable to answer, eyes in danger of closing, body on the brink of orgasm. As if fucking him wasn't hot enough. No, jealous Hijikata was even better. His need to hear your verbal confirmation of just how good he could drill you was heightening the entire experience.

Hijikata wrapped a big hand around your throat, forcing you to meet his steely gaze.

"Who?" he demanded.

A lone tear rolled down your cheek and you knew once you opened your mouth, you'd be begging. "Y - You, Tōshi. You're making me feel good. Fucking my pussy so good."

He smirked in satisfaction. There was no need to hold back now. With demonic speed, probably living up to his title, Hijikata slammed into you, hips snapping back and forth furiously. He hadn't even gotten to rub your clit yet and you came undone, pulsing around his cock, sinful moans falling from your mouth along with his name.

"One more time," he urged, tempted to stop and savour the way you were contracting around him. Snug in your warm wetness. He was close. Too close to stop. He spit on your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. This was too much after the first and his name left you in screams, your body spasming, legs jerking. The sight of you being ruined by him did it. A few more thrusts and he fell on top of you, hugging your trembling body close as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He bit your shoulder, hard, enjoying the feeling of his seed leaving him and filling you. The others might not be at the sleeping quarters but you doubted that your screams hadn't reached the main block.

Once you both felt calm enough to move, Hijikata carefully extracted himself from you, using his scarf to wipe off any semen that came leaking out of you. You laid your head on his clammy chest.

"I'd never cheat," you said blatantly.

Hijikata pushed a hand through your messy hair, staring up at the ceiling. "I know. I just... wish I could have been there for you. I know it's not fair, having to always put up with my work."

"You're here now." You turned your head to smile up at him and he returned it with one of his own rare ones. The kind that took your breath away and reminded you of how different he could be around you. "Won't the others be looking for you?"

"Let them," he sighed. "I've been long overdue for a day off anyway." There was a brief pause, as though he were thinking things over. "Can I take you out?"

Your heart skipped a beat, delighted that you both could finally spend quality time together. Not that mindless fucking wasn't fun but normal couple stuff had to come in somewhere.

You smoothed your hand over the skin on his chest, loving how only you were allowed to touch him this way. "Yeah, you can."

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