#Jupiter’s probably the better piece

[greetings-inferiors]

Mars my beloved

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hi!! Idk if this is against ur guidelines but would you be okay with doing hcs for aftercare w Jason Grace? I love your writing sm and I love my heroes of olympus boys 😔🙏❤️

ᬊ jason grace | aftercare headcanons

☆ radiostar is playin': my girl by the temptations...!

warnings: sexual references, aged up (as everything in my writings) a/n: Heyyy, YES. this kind of content is accepted in my rules, which you can read here — rules. thank you sm for your cutie words 🥹🫶🏻 and thanks for passing by my blog! — kisses from Jupiter 💙

Jason is one of the best at aftercare because he's an amazing lover and boyfriend, no more to argue about.

Whatever position you end up in, he carefully slides out of you, not wanting to hurt you.

He's probably feeling a bit too much, just like you, so the first thing he does is ask if you're okay, without hugging you yet to avoid overwhelming you.

It's only when he sees that you're fine that he cuddles with you for a few moments while your breaths regulate and your hearts stop threatening to burst out of your chests.

And as soon as he feels a bit better, he'll be checking on you. He'll run his fingers through the hair on your neck and give you sweet kisses. "Are you okay?" he asks in his husky voice while stroking your bare shoulder.

It's so cute because he treats you like a delicate piece of glass after nearly breaking you in two and just telling you the dirtiest things, but you live for those two sides of him because damn, he's hot, right?

Jason always thinks about the type of aftercare you'll need depending on how you're feeling afterward. Some days he knows you need some time alone after reaching your orgasm and coming back to yourself, while other times you need to cuddle with him until you both fall asleep.

Jason has many things planned; for example, he'll have supplies ready, so after kissing your cheek, he'll put on his boxers and go get water or snacks for you. He helps you sit up in bed and brushes your hair away from your face.

He loves seeing your sleepy face and the sleepiness in it, as well as how flushed is.

He can't help but give you delicate kisses, trying not to overstimulate you again.

He also shows his concern in words, asking or saying sweet things like "Is my girl tired?" "You're so cute" "Come on, honey, drink some water."

He'll also ask if he crossed any boundaries with you. "Was I too rough?" You just shake your head, and he smiles.

"Come on, let's clean you up," and he carries you to the bathroom when you're feeling better. Literally like a feather, no matter how heavy you think you are, he can carry you.

Some days you both shower together, and other times he waits outside the bathroom while you shower. Maybe he'll be changing the sheets and tidying up the bed so you can rest better afterward.

You have your clothes in his place for moments like this, but still, Jason always prefers to give you one of his sweaters; he loves seeing you in them.

That man will cook for you and bring it to bed.

Once you're both changed, clean, and you've eaten something, you can finally cuddle up and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

Kisses and caresses.

Him humming while he strokes your hair.

You resting your head on his chest and him holding you tight.

Small "I love yous" whispered in your ear and hugs.

Until you both fall asleep.

This sometimes changes, but it's always Jason paying attention to your needs at that moment, because for him, you're his whole world.

[bouquetface]

SAGITTARIUS RISING:

Planets in first house. Placement & aspects towards chart ruler will all change the accuracy of this description. Lmk if your experience with or as a sag risings.

Appearance

Some believe due to Pluto’s influence from 1995 to 2008, sag rising individuals born during this time are likely to appear scorpio-like. In my experience, these individuals still clearly separate from scorpio risings.

A sag rising is a mutable fire sign. They are likely to often change their style. Make impulsive and/or “wild” choices in life and appearance. For example:

🔥 Sag risings tend to gravitate towards tattoos. Due to their fiery nature, they may get impulsive tattoos. Not as likely to be into the style of one BIG piece of artwork tattoo. More smaller, doodle-like tattoos.

🔥 You know how some people plan out their tatts for months & think about a deeper meaning for the art? Sag rising may have a few of those but they’ll also just get what they want just because they fucking want it. A friend pulls out a tattoo gun at a party, yeah they’re probably down. They don’t need months to think about should i or should i not.

🔥 My sag rising friend once said before getting their tatt, “I don’t need to wait until someone dies, I’m just going to get this because I love Fight Club”. The tatt was loosely inspired by the film.

🔥 Sag risings may gravitate towards hair dye. Unlike other signs, sag rising are more likely to go for unnatural hair colours (blue, green, purple, pink, etc). Due to their mutable nature, they may like changing up their hair colour &/or style more often than most.

This is my experience with GEN Z sag risings. Sag risings born before 1995, are almost nothing like this. They do like to change up their look but not in such bold and permanent ways.

For ex: If they dye their hair, it’s a natural colour (brown, black, blonde, red). More likely to get highlights than full on bleach their hair.

When they get a tattoo, they often get it in a common area of the body. Keep it easy to hide. Less likely to undergo a big, bold, permanent &/or transformative physical change. If they do, they generally keep it hidden.

For ex: I know a sag rising born before ‘95, they have a cosmetic surgery done. However, they keep this a secret. They desire both the big, bold look & the natural look.

An old school sag is more likely to express that abundant nature of their ruler Jupiter through hair. Men and women may have very long hair. Yet, they may wake up one day and randomly decide to buzz it.

Personality

Keep in mind this will be influenced by the ENTIRE chart.

Generally, these individuals are prone to feel FOMO. They love experiences. Better to regret having done it than regret not having done anything is more their motto. They can be the most entertaining people.

They can develop fun, humorous and charming personality. It’s likely for a sag rising to have friends in various places across the world. They make friends every where they go.

Sometimes, they can be identified through their communication style. Their jokes and language can be vulgar at times. They may swear a lot without realizing it. This is strongly affected by their mercury placement though.

This extroverted nature could be affected by other placements. In my experience, when these individuals aren’t extroverted & popular, they deeply desire to be welcomed.

The sag rising purpose is to wander and gather as much as information possible. Explore various places, ideals, people and philosophies.

They are likely to philosophize their lives. Questioning what is the meaning of this event? Why did that happen?

Generally, they are open minded & optimistic. However, if a sag rising feels they’ve come to a good conclusion from their experiences, they can come off as arrogant & close minded.

They can preach their philosophy - this can be perceived as talking too much & being argumentative. An extreme version of this is a cult leader. A more common version is someone who is passionate and wishes to share their knowledge.

[somewhereincairparavel]

If Jason's character had been written to its fullest potential, as you and many others have discussed several times, do you think that there would still be a large amount of favouritism towards Percy or do you think there would just be people arguing over who's better?

Personally I like to think that if we had gotten a few books documenting Jason's time at Camp Jupiter prior to the release of The Lost Hero, people would've had time to warm up to Jason a bit more and develop a fondness for his character and then the second option probably would've happened but what do you think?

my inbox was sort of jammed w asks so I'm sorry this took so long anon! i wanted this post to be more in-depth and not lazily written so I waited for a while to get my motivation recharged again, i hope this post reaches you somehow haha

my take on this, is that yes, jason would've gained more support than he did originally, and there wouldn't have been an agressive bandwagon of people jumping on the slander train, but he would still be somewhat disliked/suppressed imo.

from what I've observed the hate doesn't just stem fom him being uninteresting, it's combined with a lot of people's attachment towards percy, that they gatekeep him and are agressive to anyone who even alludes that other characters have a chance of being more interesting/powerful if rick hadn't played favourites. (like hazel, nico, thalia, etc)

i think you'll get a better perspective with this example I'll be giving you from one of my observations (i sound like a philosophy professor pfft)

I was on the r/camphalfblood reddit once, and a post came up on my feed, the person went on to rant about how jason shouldn't be 'trying so hard to suck up to nico by being so overbearing' and that they 'wished it wasn't jason with nico in that scene, it should've been someone else' and that rick shouldn't have made jason so nice and understanding about it. they were outright bashing him for being supportive?? idk it was clear they favoured percy over him and had some kind of prejudice against jason.

i didn't even understand what op was so pressed about. that jason wasn't being homophobic and was being a supportive ally? lol thankfully the comments went off and a few of them said 'you're saying this but you would be bashing jason if he wasn't comforting nico as well, jason can never win in the fandom' and that was VERY true.

I've seen people say that jason shouldn't have been written to be a very handsome heartthrob either and that they were very annoyed that rick kept emphasizing his good looks, making him 'too perfect' but that person failed to acknowledge that rick emphasized percy's attractiveness way more than he did jason lol but that was apparently completely alright (to me it just translated to 'how dare rick make jason as good looking as percy, only percy is allowed to be hot, jason deserved to look like an ugly rat' LOL)

so you can see how people pick on him about the most trivial things ever to 'defend' percy from imaginary arguments/rivalry lol

if jason was written well, they'd still find a way to hate on him, probably tossing the 'hes such a gary stu he has no flaws' in there aswell

funny thing is that they hated him for being too perfect and not making mistakes, but proceeded to SHRED him to pieces during MOA when he said he was suspicious of nico. didn't you just claim that he needed flaws? but the moment he displays it you are driven off of the handle??

I do have an interesting perspective that works in jason's favour tho, where I'm willing to bet that atleast 80% of the fandom would've been sympathetic to his struggle and he would've become a fan favourite, even going as far as to rival percy's fame, where, like you mentioned, there would've been equal percy and jason stans and it would've become a debate as to who is better. (hint: villian jason grace) send me an ask if you want me to elaborate on this ;)

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The T.I.C.K.L.E. Bomb (@squealing-santa 2024)

Panda’s Notes: Happy late holidays to @gingerlee-holds, my favorite Tumblr sibling. >w< I'm sorry about this being so late, but between two different sicknesses and trying to get into college again, I have not been having a fun winter. I was really excited about writing this the whole time though, and I'm kind of proud of it, so I hope you like it too.

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Izuku Midoriya knows a lot of things. Probably too many things, to be honest. Probably too many things that he shouldn’t know. Things that can get a stupid, overthinking, adorable, unfiltered wiseass in trouble if he isn’t careful with the information or what he does with said information.

Information like, say…

How to build a bomb?

Why the fuck would he even need to know something like that?

Better question: do you want to know too?

-TRIGGER

Important to know about things that explode: There’s always a TRIGGER. Like a button; if it gets pressed, explosion happens. Usually, it’s something as simple as an actual button of sorts, or maybe a timer ticking down, or a clock. Sometimes it’s as complicated as a remote signal or a light pattern, or the position of Jupiter in relation to the Dog Star or some shit. Now, some people might think of the trigger as the final piece, but for methodical overthinkers Midoriya, it’s a key place to start. You want to make sure you have your keys before you lock a door, and you want to make sure your trigger is stable before you build the rest of the bomb.

Science favors the consistent, after all.

“Deku!” Bakugou snarled under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to find Midoriya spinning a pen casually between his fingers.

Midoriya blinked curiously, innocently. What was Bakugou upset about? They could usually get through class without him making a scene, at least.

Bakugou glared at him pointedly—a warning—before he looked back at his own worksheet.

Midoriya smirked a bit to himself, catching the “pen” in his palm and clicking it. The tip of the pen extended into a short pointing stick, just barely the length of Midoriya's forearm, and he tried to keep quiet as he leaned just enough to drag the tip down Bakugou's spine.

He flinched sharply, his breath catching on a stifled giggle as his shoes squeaked against the floor.

The room was suddenly tense as Aizawa stopped talking, and a few of their classmates held back their own laughter as he glanced over his shoulder with glowing eyes.

Midoriya had clicked the button as quietly as he could, stashing the fake pen up his sleeve and folding his hands on his desk as he bit his lip.

And the second Aizawa huffed and looked away, Bakugou was glaring a hole straight though his head.

Yep. Trigger’s good.

~~~~~~~~~

-INCINDIARY

More often than not, the bulk of an explosion’s destruction comes from the fire that happens afterward. While not every bomb results in a fire, those that do require a spark to ignite them. Now, it’d be easy to mistake this spark for a TRIGGER, but it’s more of a second step. Like so: The trigger is activated, and the INCINDIARY starts the reaction.

Midoriya combed his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, smiling softly at the way he leaned back into the touch. Bakugou rested his head against Midoriya’s knee, sighing through his nose as he tapped the controller in his hands.

“You do realize you need to bring the iron back to base at some point, right?” Bakugou huffed.

“Mhm…” Midoriya nodded, scratching gingerly at Bakugou’s scalp. “I already said I will. Just like you said you’d help me build the mob spawner.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and groaned. “I’m gonna build your fuckin’ mob spawner after I bring back these damn mangrove saplings or whatever they’re called.”

“Aw, you’re thinking about the colors already?”

Bakugou huffed, shrugging his shoulder slightly as Midoriya’s fingers started to crawl over his ears. “Shut up…”

Midoriya snickered, leaning to bury his face in the blond hair before he glanced back at the screen they were sharing. As he spotted Bakugou’s character sprinting back into the compound they’d built, Midoriya leaned to grab his controller. He opened the door to their iron farm, hardly taking a step outside before he threw a single snowball.

“Why do you have your dogs wander—” Bakugou had started to ask, only to flinch as the snowball hit his character. “Wait, did you just—No!”

In an instant, four of the dogs that Midoriya had gathered were attacking him all at once. Bakugou stammered, torn between wanting to avoid damage and not wanting to hurt Midoriya’s pets. Unfortunately, this left him a few blocks short of his house when his character dropped over dead. As his side of the screen glowed red, he watched Midoriya’s dogs nose around his fallen items, apparently picking them all up.

“I told you this mod pack was great.” Midoriya giggled tauntingly, reaching to play with his hair again.

Bakugou grabbed his hand, taking a breath as he spoke slowly. “I didn’t get to reset my fucking spawn. Do you know how many levels I had?”

Midoriya was unfazed, smirking playfully and leaning to look over his shoulder. “And that’s why I built the emergency base at spawn. And the levels can be sorted with the five clerics that you said were a waste of time to level up.”

Bakugou pouted heavily, grabbing Midoriya by his shirt and angrily kissing his cheek.

Definitely a simmer. For now, at least.

~~~~~~~~~

-CASING

Funny enough, this can swing from the least important to possibly the most crucial. The CASING, naturally, contains every essential part of the device, and it can range from a simple clear housing to an intricately designed piece of hardware meant to camouflage into its hiding place.

“If you have even half the brain you had literally an hour ago, you will fucking untie me.”

Midoriya pulled a shocked face, not that Bakugou threatening him was surprising or even offensive anymore.

What will always be shocking and offensive, however, is betrayal, which is the only word that can describe tying your partner’s hoodie sleeves together while he’s half asleep during a cuddle session.

“Deku, for fuck’s sake, can you not go one day without being a little—?”

Midoriya had stolen a soft kiss on his lips to shut Bakugou up, his hands starting to crawl along the hem of his shirt before scribbling playfully up his sides. Bakugou huffed and cringed, biting back a smile and trying to writhe under him.

“Y-You—C-Cut it out!” He growled through snickers as his squirming made them sink deeper into the beanbag chair.

“Why~?” Midoriya asked playfully. “Is something bothering you?” He pressed his thumbs along his sides before squeezing at his hipbones.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snorted, finally attempting to pull his arms free of his sleeves.

Midoriya quickly shifted his hands instead, wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s ribs and nuzzling into his neck.

Bakugou blinked warily before giving a half-amused huff and returning the tight squeeze.

“Dammit, Deku…” He chuckled, rolling his wide-awake eyes at Midoriya pretending to sleep against him.

Casing secured.

~~~~~~~~~

-KINDLING

Unlike everything else, KINDLING is the only truly optional piece of a device. Consider it an extra enhancement to the INCINDIARY. When the fire starts, it might need a little fuel to keep it burning, just in case.

Midoriya stretched his hands as he yawned, groaning tiredly as he pulled one back to run his palm over his face.

The other hand, however, was caught before he could pull it back. A calloused touch ran up his palm before fingers laced with his and squeezed softly. Or not, actually; that kind of hurt. Midoriya snickered and opened one eye, finding Bakugou sitting beside him on the bed and apparently debating whether or not to crush his hand.

Bakugou glanced down at Midoriya’s face before pressing a chaste kiss on his knuckles. “’Sup, fucker?” He greeted with a slight smirk.

Midoriya pouted, squeezing Bakugou’s hand in return as he glanced toward his bedside table. “It is barely eight in the morning; why are you already like this?”

Bakugou shrugged, letting Midoriya’s hand fall as he moved to lie down beside him. “You seen my blue hoodie?” He asked casually, resting his chin on his arms.

Midoriya hummed as he rolled over to look at him. “Not lately. Why?”

The blonde huffed curiously, glancing to meet Midoriya’s eyes. “You positive? Because I asked Chipmunk the other day. She seemed pretty certain the last place she saw it was with you.”

Midoriya might have hesitated to answer, and Bakugou might have noticed his quick little flail for words. “You think I would lie to you?” He tried to sound sweet and innocent.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” Bakugou sneered slightly at the way Midoriya pouted and turned away from him, reaching to scratch gently along Midoriya’s spine. “But, I suppose I’ll let it slide for now. …Y’know, assuming you are telling the truth.”

Bakugou gingerly traced a few shapes on Midoriya’s back. “If I find out you’re lying…” He whispered playfully, grinning as the other boy squirmed. He shifted to pull Midoriya into his arms, nuzzling softly into the crook of his neck before pushing himself away. There was a soft pat on his leg and a sneaky tickle on his foot before Bakugou walked out of Midoriya’s room, and Midoriya stretched as the door shut quietly.

And as soon as it did, Midoriya rolled over and reached into the sliver of space between his bed and the corner of his walls, pulling up a soft blue hoodie with a bright yellow belly and four red circles on its back. He couldn’t help giggling as he hugged it to his chest for a moment before hiding it again.

It’s almost time~

~~~~~~~~~

-LOCATION

There’s a dumb little saying in real estate: ‘Location, location, location’. And while real estate, as a concept, is stupid, there is truth in such a saying. The final LOCATION for a device determines everything: from the speed of the TRIGGER; to the shape of the casing; to the type of incendiary. Now, something to consider: when planning something so meticulous as a bomb, one occasionally needs to be much more hands-on. For example, certain locations need to be carefully prepared before the big event.

“I still think you’re going to die.” Uraraka teased gently, resting her hands on her hips as she watched Midoriya work.

Midoriya acknowledged her comment with a casual sort of noise, kicking at the side of the pile of pillows he’d built up around one of the beanbag chairs in the corner of the commons. “You’re probably right.” He shrugged. “But I still say it’ll be worth it~!”

He shouldered past her playfully, scooping a quilt off of the couch and dropping it with a slight flair of his arms. She giggled and followed along, stacking up a few of the stuffed animals she had brought for him.

Less than an hour now…

Midoriya’s hands might have been shaking. Every breath made his chest fill up with butterflies. As he walked through the hallways in the stolen hoodie, he almost wished he could make use of its fake flame vents just to drain some heat from his face. At the same time, the weight of the round, chubby beanbag critters he had were practically burning a hole in his pocket, as if they were begging to escape. He almost told himself he could hear their whiny little pleas, but he knew it was his own inner voice just egging him on.

When he finally pulled the trigger, he almost felt like he wasn’t in control. But he felt his weight pressing his shoulder into the barely-opened door, and he felt the weight of the three blue—and one brown—toys as he threw them like grenades.

Bakugou had barely looked up when his door opened, and his hands had just reached his headphones when he was hit with four little beanbags that squeaked out their names on impact with his head and torso.

Time stood still. Bakugou stared in slight disbelief at both Midoriya and his choice of weaponry. There was the slightest hint of a grin on his face as he picked up one of the critters and cradled it in his hands. Frankly, that alone was almost worth it; Midoriya smiled brightly as he watched him…Right up until Bakugou’s gaze fell on him again.

His soft smile shifted, his entire face twisting into a vicious sneer. And Midoriya felt chills run up and down his spine.

Game on.

~~~~~~~~~

-EXPLOSION

…I suppose I have to paint a picture, because I want you to really understand. Every bit of preparation; every piece—material and conceptual—involved; it all culminates in one glorious moment. A single instant. A dazzling EXPLOSION. In the proper hands, the event is masterful. It’s exhilarating; it’s chaotic; poetic, even.

And it’s so damn fun.

Midoriya shrieked excitedly as he sprinted through the halls back toward the stairs, already laughing through panic at the knowledge that he wasn’t getting out of the proverbial blast radius anytime soon.

“You scheming little shit!” Bakugou barked after him, grinning like a fiend and struggling not to laugh himself. “Get back here so I can kill you!”

“You’re not catching me that easily, Kacchan~!” Midoriya taunted, sparks of black and pink energies zapping through his hair. He reached his hands out, a pair of Blackwhips lashing from his wrists to grab the closest stair railing and catapult himself down.

“Oh, you fucking cheater!” Bakugou called, and explosions crackled as he boosted himself down the stairs after his fleeing partner.

Midoriya had just barely gotten out of Bakugou’s sight as they left the stairwell, rushing as best he could toward the commons when he was suddenly tackled off of his feet.

The common area was quickly a mess of scattered pillows and stuffed animals as the pair wrestled, and Bakugou didn’t bother trying to grab his hands when it was much easier to just grab his hips. Instantly, Midoriya was squealing with helpless laughter, his own hands grabbing at Bakugou’s wrists as he sank into the pile and tried to kick.

Bakugou couldn’t help smirking at him, letting his fingers scribble under the hem of his hoodie to squeeze around his stomach. “You’re such a damn menace, y’know?” He snickered, leaning to press a kiss to Midoriya’s neck and relishing in the squeaky giggles it got.

Meanwhile, Uraraka and Iida peeked over from the stairwell, with Iida holding a stopwatch in one hand.

“Bakugou definitely goes easier on you two.” He teased, chuckling as Bakugou whacked Midoriya with a pillow before pulling him into a hug. “Took him almost two minutes to catch him this time.”

“Look, not all of us can run at the speed of sound, Emergency Exit.” Uraraka taunted back before nudging Iida playfully with her elbow. “Bet you I can beat my record before you beat yours though.”

Of course, Midoriya didn’t the whole “making a bomb” process a secret.

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story: Pt. 32

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Part 32: Happy Together

Monday, August 28th, 1989

"You got everything you need, Dusty?" You ask as Dustin loads up the last box of his belongings into the back of the car. You and Mom have been helping him get ready for the start of classes at Caltech all last night and this morning. It's exactly eight days until he begins freshman year of college, so Mom decided to make it a fun little road trip for the two of them. They'll stop at various tourist attractions on the way, and get Dustin set up in his dorm room once they reach California. Jonathan and Will volunteered to help out when they arrive, leaving you to fend for yourself for a little while.

That's not to say that you aren't extraordinarily busy as well. You've got a full work schedule, and any spare hours you possess this week will be dedicated to you searching for an apartment with Eddie. You also have to go to Hawkins Community College to get your class schedule figured out. Luckily, you've taken a couple extra credits every year prior to this one, so you won't have as much of a workload this time around. You'd probably fall to pieces if you did, with everything else going on in your life.

"Yeah, I'm all set." Dustin replies, closing the trunk with a wide smile on his face. He's so excited to start this new path in life, and being closer to Will and his family will make the adjustment a little easier.

"I'm gonna miss you, big guy." Eddie says, stepping forward to give Dustin a hug. He leans in, squeezing Eddie tightly in his arms. A couple of tears escape his eyes. Eddie's like a brother to him, he's gonna miss him so much. And Eddie surely feels the same, you notice the tell-tale shudder of his chest as you stand behind them.

"I'm gonna miss you, too, Eddie." Dustin sniffles, letting Eddie go a moment later. They both wipe their eyes, sharing a bittersweet smile.

"You're gonna kick ass out there, man." Eddie comments, earning a nod from Dustin.

"C'mere, Dusty." You beckon him over, fighting off some tears of your own. You wrap your arms around his middle, and give him a good squishy hug. "I'm so proud of you, kid. Caltech is lucky to have you." You gush, a few runaway salty drops spilling down your cheeks.

"Thanks, Y/N. You're the best sister ever. It's gonna be hard not having you on my case all the time." He chuckles, making you laugh as well.

"Cheeky little shit." You comment, still laughing lightly.

"I learned from the best." He retorts.

"Damn straight!" You finally let him go, and Mom's standing just beside you, waiting for her own hug.

"Alright, we'd better get going. Dustin has to drive the whole way there, my license is still suspended for another few days." Mom says.

"You prepaid the fee, right?" You ask, hoping she won't be stopped by the cops on the way home and get herself into more trouble.

"Yes, Y/N. I did." She snarks.

"Jeez, relax. I just want you to get home safe." You scoff at her attitude.

"You become a little more like me every day, sugarpuff." She chortles, her eyes beaming with pride. You're sure most of that is because of Dustin's academic path.

"Shit, don't say that!" You groan, scrunching your face at the suggestion that you're turning into your mother.

"Okay, that's enough now. We have to go. Give your mommy a hug, please." She opens her arms, expecting you to insert yourself into them right this instant. "You too, loverboy." She waves Eddie over as well. You both roll your eyes, and do as she asks. Much as you'd like to play it cool, you're going to miss her while she's gone, too. "Take care of yourselves, and be careful. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"We will, Mom. Drive safe, and call us when you make it to a hotel for the night." You reply, and she gently pulls away so she and Dustin can set off on their journey. They get into the car, and Eddie stands behind you, holding you close with his arms around your waist.

"Bye, kiddos!" Mom calls from the rolled-down window.

"Bye, Mom!" You wave at them as they pull out of the drive, watching the family car roll away down the street.

"Well, looks like we're all alone in the house again, sweetheart." Eddie says softly, lowering his head to kiss your neck.

"Cool your jets, darling. I'm still feeling the pain from three days ago." You reply through a giggle, his light stubble tickling your skin.

"I know, I know. So am I...but you're just too hard to resist sometimes." He purrs, his breath fanning hotly against you. "We don't have to actually have sex, you know. We could make out, or give each other head. No fingers or cocks, silicone or otherwise, going in anywhere." He suggests, his tone making the offer sound unbearably tempting.

"Maybe later, baby. We've got a lot of apartments to look at today. And I'd like to have one picked out before Mom comes back home." You turn him down, focusing on getting yourself and your stuff out of this house. You never thought Dustin would be the first to leave, and you're certainly not letting him have much of a lead on top of that.

"Ugh, fine." He whines, putting the horniness on hold for the time being. It's been three whole days since you've done anything sexual, and it's driving him crazy. You're both still quite sore, sure, but he'd put himself through hell to see that gorgeous face you make when you cum again.

You turn yourself around to face him, still in his comforting hold. You give him a meaningful look, meeting his eyes. You reach up to cup his cheek, stroking him with your thumb. He nuzzles against you, humming at your soft touch. "Baby, I know you're feeling frustrated. So am I, believe me. But we have to recover a little bit first. We went insane the other night, and it was amazing. Just give it a couple more days, and I'm sure we'll be fucking like bunnies in no time." You give him a warm smile, and he begrudgingly nods.

"I know, you're right. If I'm honest, it still kinda hurts to get hard. These last couple mornings have been...unpleasant." He winces at the memory of his sore morning wood waking him up far too early for his liking. It's also taken him longer to get it to go down. He's lucky he doesn't have to see a damn doctor after what you've put each other through.

"Trust me, I could hear your helpless whining every time, Eds. I almost feel bad." You smirk, putting your arms around his neck.

"Only 'almost', huh?" He asks lowly.

"Yep. Takes two to tango, love. And boy, you sure do love to dance." You quip.

"Cheeky little shit." Eddie chuckles, scooping you up into his arms to carry you inside. He's tired of being out here. It's barely past sunrise, with mosquitoes making a meal out of him as they buzz around the humid air.

"Damn straight!" You laugh, holding on tight to him while he brings you both through the front door of the house. He sets you down, and you take him by the hand to go lay down in bed again. Mom insisted on leaving at the crack of fucking dawn to get a good head start on the long drive, and you can see in Eddie's eyes that he's not enjoying being out of bed at the moment.

You find Arwen curled up on your pillow, snoozing quietly. It appears she's not one for early mornings, either. "Aw, look at our sleepy girl." Eddie coos as the two of you stand over the bed to gaze down lovingly at the cat. She's getting so big, almost full grown now. Her pitch black coat has become so beautiful and shiny, with a long slender tail that wraps almost a full circle around her body. She's perfect, in looks and in temperament. And she's yours, your sweet, loving cat.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" You reply.

"Just like her mother." He says quietly, leaning in to gently kiss your neck again, though much more chaste this time.

"I'd hate to wake her. Maybe we should sleep on the couch." You suggest. Arwen is notorious for getting rather bratty when you wake her up before she's ready.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart. I just need a couple hours, especially if we're going out later." Eddie shrugs, willing to do whatever you say. He just wants to sleep, and be close to you. Nothing else matters at the moment.

"C'mon then, sleepyhead." You giggle softly, dragging him along with you back to the living room as quietly as you can. You lay him down on the sofa, and grab a blanket from the basket next to the armchair to put over the both of you. He spreads his legs apart for you to take the spot between them, and his arms lay across your middle once you slip into position. You pull up the blanket, and wriggle around a little to get comfy.

"Y/N, please stop fidgeting." Eddie says, his voice somewhat pained. All your jostling around is waking up a certain something inside his pajamas.

"Sorry." You answer apologetically, stilling your movements now. You can feel him poking into your back, and a few muted whines escape his lips.

"It's alright. Not your fault." He hisses the words out, focusing on making his erection go down. He finds this attempt much easier than the last few times, which he's extremely thankful for. "All good now." He lets out a relieved sigh, and his arms give you a light squeeze to hold you closer to him.

"Good. Get some rest, baby. We've got a big day ahead of us." You close your eyes, settling into the comforting warmth that radiates from Eddie and into you.

"Don't remind me, angel." He grumbles. If he were more rested, he'd be positively ecstatic about the prospect of looking at apartments today. He'll surely be bouncing off the walls when you wake up in a couple hours.

"So, this unit is two-bed, one-bath. It comes with a dishwasher in the kitchen, and a small balcony patio. The total space is eight-hundred square feet. We allow cats, but that requires an additional fee on top of a security deposit..." Pam, the landlady showing you around one of the less shabby apartment buildings, drones on about the amenities and fees that come with the apartment you're looking at. You've already been shown a couple of her smaller units, a studio and a one-bedroom. But those weren't quite to your taste. You still have a couple other buildings to visit, but this apartment is very appealing. You're not exactly paying a whole lot of attention to what Pam is saying, all you can focus on is the potential future you imagine having with Eddie here.

You see the two of you cuddling on the couch in your pajamas while watching a movie, playfully tossing popcorn into each other's mouths. A mess of empty beer cans is spread across the coffee table, as well as an ashtray overflowing with cigarettes and spent joints. You're both laughing so loud as you fail to land a single piece of popcorn into either of your mouths. They instead end up in your shirt, getting caught between your boobs, or cling to Eddie's hair. Arwen takes up the task of cleaning up any pieces that fall on the floor, while also batting some around with her paws.

You see yourselves cooking a meal together in the kitchen, you stirring the pot on the stove, while Eddie comes up behind you to put his hands on your waist. He presses feverish kisses to your neck, and tells you what a perfect little kitchen assistant you are. His words make your heart melt, and his hands wander upwards to caress your sides. You sigh at his touch, but your eyes remain focused on the stove. Keep stirring, sweetheart, he says lowly in your ear, while one hand gropes your chest, and the other lowers to slip inside your pants. It doesn't take long for you to clumsily shut off the stove and ignore dinner for the sake of having your way with Eddie on the kitchen floor.

You see the two of you decorating your Christmas tree, hanging shiny baubles and ornaments on the plastic branches, stringing strands of colorful lights and sparkly tinsel all around it. You're wearing matching sweaters, and singing along to all your holiday favorites that play the radio. Mugs of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream rest in your hands, and you try your best not to spill as you continue to decorate. Eddie lifts you up to put the star on top, holding your waist firmly in his grip. You place the final touch on the very tippy top of the tree, before he sets you back down so he can plug everything in. The lights come on, and the decorations twinkle in that unmistakably cozy way that screams Christmas spirit. Eddie wraps his arms around you, and you both spend a good while admiring your handiwork in content silence, while Bing Crosby sings about treetops glistening and sleigh bells in the snow.

"What do you think, angel?" Eddie asks, yanking you out of your daydreaming. The snapshots fade away into the recesses of your imagination, where they'll wait patiently to become a reality. Pam stands off to the side, waiting to hear your opinion of the place. You look at Eddie, and he smiles when he sees the overwhelmingly happy expression on your face. He's been picturing little made up memories too, though he'd never tell you for fear of sounding cheesy. But, at the end of the day, this apartment feels like the place where you're meant to be. From the second you walked through the door, it felt right. There's no question, this is your home. Our home, you both think to yourselves. "Yeah, I think so too." He grins, pulling you into him by your hips. You put your hands on his shoulders in response, knowing exactly what to say next.

"We'll take it." You say while gazing at Eddie with love-drunk eyes.

"Oh, okay! Just let me get the paperwork from my office, and then we'll get started." Pam says, leaving you alone as she walks down the hall to the steps.

"Well, that was easy." Eddie chuckles.

"I know we had other places to look at, but I just can't get it out of my head. This place feels like home." You giggle, shrugging at the odd swirl of emotions inside your head. It's a mix of joy, nostalgia, and love. It's almost making you dizzy, but in the best possible way. You have the intense urge to jump up and down, and shriek in excitement, among other things. This is really happening. You get to have the one thing you've been waiting on for so long. And you get to share it with Eddie, the love of your life.

"I know, sweetheart. I felt it, too. We're gonna make this place ours, and it's gonna be great." He leans in to kiss you, and you don't hesitate to meet him in the middle. His hands lower to grab your ass, making you moan quietly against his mouth. You lead him backwards, and he grunts at his back meeting with the wall. The kiss quickly heats up, and Pam comes in a couple minutes later to find you heavily making out. She clears her throat, and you frantically separate.

"Sorry." You say breathlessly, your face turning bright red in embarrassment.

"It's alright. We get lots of young couples here. But I've got the papers for you to fill out, and I'll need a check for the security deposit as well." Pam says with an understanding smile.

"Sure thing. I'll fish out my checkbook." You reply, opening up your purse to locate it. You fully intended to pick a place today, your freedom can't come soon enough.

"Great! Did you have any questions for me?" The woman asks, leading you into the kitchen to use the counter as a writing surface.

"Uh, none that I can think of. Eddie?" You answer, giving him a chance to speak his mind.

"Nah, all good. I'm just happy to move out of my uncle's trailer." Eddie replies, waiting for his turn to sign the lease. It'll be the first official document he's ever signed, except perhaps any forms he's been given during his various arrests. But those weren't important, not to him. All he's been guilty of is petty crime anyways. This is the thing that matters, starting a life with you.

"Well, looks like you're all set. Here are the keys, and the place is yours. Have fun moving in!" Pam says once the papers are all signed and you've handed over the check.

"Thanks, Pam. We're very excited." You reply, taking the keys from her hand. You look down at them as they sit in your palm. Our keys, you think giddily. Pam leaves you both alone again, closing the door to the apartment behind her this time.

"So, what do we do now?" Eddie asks, drawing your eyes to him again.

"We go to the house, and the trailer, pack up our shit, and bring it over here." You answer, becoming more ecstatic by the second.

"Right now? We don't even have any furniture, Y/N." He laughs, you're getting a little ahead of yourself.

"I know that, Eddie." You retort, rolling your eyes. You know you're a little overexcited, but you can't help it. You're holding the damn keys in your hand now, and you don't want to wait any longer. "It'll take some time, and scrounging around thrift stores to find the things we need. But we can do it. Together."

"And I'm guessing that means we're going shopping?" He asks with a sigh. Once you put your mind to something, there's truly no stopping you. He'd be crazy to even try.

"Yep!" You chirp, practically bursting at the seams to get a move on. You quickly grab his hand, running for the door. "C'mon!"

"Jesus, keep your pants on!" Eddie exclaims as you pull him out into the hall in a hurry. You don't even bother to lock the door, you're far too determined to find everything you need to move in with Eddie as soon as possible. You run down the hallway, and almost trip down the stairs. You don't slow down until you reach the van, and Eddie stops you for a moment. "Y/N, slow down a sec." He pants, trying to catch his breath. You reluctantly do as he asks, leaning against the side of the vehicle. He stands before you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, sweetheart. I'm just as excited as you are. But can we, I dunno...enjoy the moment for a minute? Before we go running all over town?" He asks nicely, he wants to savor this memory with you. You've barely signed the lease, and you're already rushing to fill the place up with new things.

"Of course we can. I'm sorry, I'm just so happy, Eds." You sigh, forcing yourself to slow the hell down. Your arms go around his middle, pulling him closer to you. "Is this slow enough for you?" You smirk, and he nods.

"It's perfect, babydoll." He kisses you again, wasting no time in slipping his tongue in your mouth.

"Mm." You hum against him, grabbing hold of his ass this time. He groans quietly, his tongue rolling more roughly against yours. You continue to kiss in the parking lot of your new home, not giving a damn that your potential neighbors could see. You're both far too happy to let disapproving eyes deter you from expressing exactly how you feel in this moment. "I love you, Eds." You say softly once your mouths finally part. You're getting a little teary-eyed now, it's like your heart is overflowing.

"I love you too, Y/N." Eddie smiles, though his bottom lip quivers ever so slightly. We finally made it. One step closer to where we want to be, he thinks to himself, overjoyed at the fact. He never thought he'd actually find a woman like you, let alone move out of Wayne's trailer. He's the luckiest man in the whole world right now, and he's not going to mess this up like so many other things he has in his life. He'll never hurt you, or let you down, or take you for granted. Because all it takes is one twist of fate to take all of this away. And he'll be damned if that's ever going to happen. "Alright." Eddie breaks the love-stuffed silence, sniffing harshly to ward off his tears. "Let's go, sweetheart. Our apartment isn't gonna furnish itself."

"Yes, please!" You say excitedly, bouncing up and down a little.

"You're so cute when you're excited, princess." Eddie smiles, something he just can't seem to stop doing. It's kinda hurting the muscles in his face, but he doesn't even care.

"And you're very handsome when you can't stop smiling, baby. You have the best smile I've ever seen." You repay the compliment, which makes his cheeks tinge pink. After all this time, you still make him blush when you say nice things about him. Ugh, he's too perfect. How did I get so fucking lucky?

"You don't always have to compliment me back, ya know." He chuckles.

"I know, but I want to. You deserve to hear nice things, too." You shrug, feeling a little silly now. You can't help it. Whenever Eddie says sweet things to you, it's like you're compelled to return the favor. You love how bashful he gets every time, and it's clear that he hasn't gotten much in the way of compliments prior to being with you. That makes you feel sad sometimes, knowing that he hasn't had a very easy go of life. Such simple words have such an intense effect on him, it makes your heart ache. It also annoys you, to know that there are people out there who have made him feel bad about himself.

"If you say so." He replies, rolling his eyes a little. He moves away from you, going to the other side of the van to hop into the driver's seat. You follow suit, sliding into your spot and pulling the door closed behind you. "So, where to first?" He asks, turning the keys in the ignition.

The rest of your afternoon is spent browsing around at a couple of second-hand stores in town. You're not after anything in particular. You just need some basic pieces to get you both started. You manage to find a coffee table, a small couch, a bed frame, a pair of end tables, a floor lamp, and a television, all of which are in very good condition. Using the impeccable bartering skills you learned from your mother, you get really good deals on every single item as well. Eddie watches in impressed awe of you playing hardball with the workers in the shops, refusing to pay a penny more than what you think the items are worth.

You pack it all up in the back of the van, barely able to fit everything in despite the large space back there. Eddie drives you both back to the apartment, and you struggle together in getting your new furniture up the stairs. You of course start with the smaller items, putting them in the far corner of the living room so you have space to bring the couch in. When it comes time to bring in said couch, things become a little frustrating for the both of you. It's just slightly too wide for the staircase, barely budging past the handrail without causing the wood to creak.

"Shit. It's too big." Eddie sighs, already annoyed and sweating from lugging the tables and that damn television up these godforsaken stairs.

"The couch can squish down a little if you just push harder." You insist from your end of the equation. You're up a couple of steps while Eddie's on the ground floor. You've managed to wedge the sofa slanting upwards with the small wooden feet touching the third step. You're sure if you both keep pushing and pulling, it'll slide on up.

"Y/N, I really don't think it's going to fit." Eddie shakes his head.

"Eddie, please? Just try? I really think it'll work." You beg. You know you're right about this, but you need his muscle to help you execute it.

"Alright, I'll try harder." He gives you an aggravated look and huffs, bracing himself against the side of the couch. He groans as he pushes as hard as he can against the stubborn thing, and it manages to slip upwards a tad more. Just like you said it would. You try to help out by bending over your side of the couch and pulling the arm towards you. The sliding becomes easier, and you carefully maneuver yourself up the stairs backwards so your feet don't get trapped. You're both grunting and straining your muscles as you slink up to your floor like inchworms. Sweat drips down your faces, and your lungs are on fire by the time you're halfway up. "Okay, stop for a second. I need a break." Eddie pants, ceasing his pushing. You stop as well, nodding in agreement. This is still insanely difficult, but you'll reach the top soon enough.

"Told you it would work." You say snootily, drawing his eyes to you.

"We've still got a ways to go, sweetheart. And I don't appreciate the attitude." He snips, narrowing his gaze.

"What? I'm just saying一" You try to argue, but he shakes his head.

"I'm really not in the mood right now, Y/N. I'm tired, and hot, and sweating like a goddamn pig. I didn't even want to do all this shit today." He raises his voice, gesturing frantically with his hands.

"I thought you were excited to do all of this." You shoot back, crossing your arms.

"Of course I am!" He shouts. "I just一" He pauses, clenching his teeth and sighing. "I just feel like we're rushing things." His words hit you painfully in the chest, you thought you were on the same page.

"But I thought you wanted this! To move in with me, and be happy together!" You shout back, wondering if you're understanding him correctly. He's making it sound like he doesn't want any of this at all, which confuses you to no end.

"For fuck's sake, that's not what I meant!" Eddie groans loudly, realizing his poor choice of words. He takes a second to calm down, looking in your eyes before speaking again. "I just meant that we don't have to do every part of this process in one day. That's all. I'm so, so happy and excited to be doing this with you, angel. I promise, I would never regret any decision we make together. 'Kay?" He speaks apologetically, he didn't mean to scare you, or make you think he doesn't take your relationship seriously.

"Okay." You nod, taking a deep breath once you understand that he's not going back on his promise.

"Okay, good. I'm sorry for being a jerk." Eddie says, happy to avoid a massive fight. Emotions are running high, and moving all this shit is stressful as hell. But he reminds himself that this is all for your shared love, and desire to build a home together.

"It's fine. I was being a little bitchy, too." You reply with a light laugh. You're more than happy to look past this stress-induced spat and focus on helping Eddie get this couch upstairs.

"You said it, not me." He chuckles, the mood between you lightening significantly. "Now, let's get this fuckin' thing upstairs already. I'm sick of having a barrier between us. I'd like to kiss and make up as soon as possible." He smiles warmly at you, getting into position to start pushing again.

"I'd like that too, Eds." You giggle, bending over once more to assist him. You work together to get the couch to the second floor, sliding it across the hallway to your door. You open it up for the both of you, pushing the sofa inside together. Once it's in far enough to shut the door, you stop moving it altogether. You close the door, and plop onto the couch sat sideways in the room together. You're both breathing heavily again, your bodies collapsed against one another. "We did it." You pant, swallowing hard as your mouth has gone dry.

"Damn right we did." Eddie huffs, putting his arm around you to bring you closer. A few minutes pass until you catch your breath, and he nudges you gently to open your eyes and look around the room. You do, finding your new belongings messily arranged about the place. It's all becoming so real now. You have your own apartment, and your own furniture. And as tired as you are, you feel absolutely amazing right now. "Mind if I get that kiss now?" He asks, drawing your gaze to him.

"Sure thing, love." You say warmly, leaning in with him to press your lips to his. You carefully push on Eddie's chest to get him to lie down, and you straddle him once his head meets the couch cushion. You continue to kiss him, rolling your tongue against his. You instinctively grind yourself down onto him, drawing low moans from the both of you.

"Fuck." Eddie breaks away, hissing slightly as he starts to get hard.

"You okay, Eds?" You ask, worried about the pained look on his face.

"Yeah." He sighs, annoyed that his cock still hurts. He wants you so badly, but even making out with you is too much. "Still a little sore, that's all."

"I'm sorry, baby. We can stop." You say in understanding, quickly shifting yourself off of his lap.

"That's probably best." He sits up, feeling even more sexually frustrated now.

"We should probably head back to the house anyway. I'd hate to miss Mom calling." You suggest with a shrug, doing your best to push away all the filthy thoughts swirling around your head. All it'll do is wind you up even more than you already are. It's practically torture at this point, not being able to be intimate with Eddie. If only you hadn't pushed yourselves so hard on Friday. Lesson learned.

"Whatever you want, baby. I should probably go back to the trailer later tonight, though. I think being around you so much is making it difficult to...recover." He sighs, rolling his eyes at himself. If he didn't think with his dick as often as he does, this wouldn't be a problem.

"Yeah, I think 'little Eddie' could do with some alone time." You laugh, making him scoff.

"I thought you hated it when I called him that." He nudges you playfully.

"Oh, I do. When you say it." You tease, falling into a laughing fit.

"You little fucker!" Eddie exclaims, quickly pinning you down on the couch so he can tickle you.

"Eddie! Stop it!" You squeal through your laughing, trying to fight him off. But it's no use, he's far too practiced in this for you to squirm away. He's got you pinned down with his knees on your thighs, and his fingers rapidly wiggle across your stomach and sides.

"Not a chance, princess!" Eddie cackles goofily, enjoying the redness of your face and your struggle to catch your breath.

"Eddie! Please! I can't breathe!" You gasp out the words, the muscles in your stomach tensing.

"Say the magic words, sweetheart. You know the rules." He taunts you, smirking madly as his eyes pierce yours.

"You're killing me here..." You try to protest, you hate to stroke his ego too much with the particular sentence he's waiting for you to say. But he doesn't let up, and he doesn't stop staring down at you. He'll keep going until you piss yourself, unless you give in. "Ugh, fine!" You finally yield, rolling your eyes. "You're the sexiest man alive, and you have the biggest dick I've ever seen." You recite the ridiculous phrase you've previously agreed upon uttering to get Eddie to stop whenever he gets the urge to tickle you. You do have one that he says when the roles are reversed, but you don't try this nearly as often as he does.

"Damn straight." He stops torturing you, giving you a brief kiss before climbing off of your panting body. "Let's get you home, and you can tell Claudia all about today." He stands up from the sofa, holding his hand out for yours.

"She's gonna flip her shit when I tell her!" You laugh giddily, quickly becoming excited again.

"Yeah, but I know she'll be happy for us, sweetheart." He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you grab your purse on your way out the door. You make sure to lock it this time, leaving your newly-cluttered apartment behind for the time being.

Eddie drives you home, the two of you sharing a smoke along the way. And the second you walk into the house, the phone begins to ring. You rush over to it, quickly picking up the headset. "Hello?" You ask, but you already know it's your mother.

"Hi, sugarpuff! We made it to Nebraska for the night. What have you been up to?" Mom chirps on the other end.

"Well, I actually have something exciting to tell you..." You bite your lip, holding back the urge to scream the news into the phone because you're so damn happy.

"Oh, god! You're not pregnant, are you?" She asks, sounding very disappointed.

"No! Jesus!" You shriek, annoyed at her for asking you such a thing. Eddie gives you an odd look, but you wave him off.

"Oh, thank God." She sighs in relief. "What's the big news?"

"Well, Eddie and I went looking at apartments today. And...we found a place!" You happily announce.

"Already? That was fast." She says, confused that you've chosen a place to live so quickly.

"Yeah, I know. But the second we walked in the apartment, we knew it was home." You reply, your heart swelling as you remember the snapshots your mind showed you when Pam let you inside.

"Well, I'm very happy for you both, sugarpuff. Did you do anything else today?" She asks, referring to you setting your class schedule.

"We bought some furniture and put it in the new place. And don't worry about school, Mom. I'm putting in for my classes tomorrow." You reassure her that your other responsibilities aren't falling to the wayside in your pursuit of independence.

"Okay, good. Well, I'll let you go. I'll call again tomorrow night. I love you, kiddo. And I'm proud of you." You can hear her getting teary-eyed over the phone, you can imagine what's going through her head right now. Her baby birds are leaving the nest, and soon she'll be all by herself in this house.

"I love you too, Mom. Goodnight." You say softly, hanging up the phone.

"How'd she take it?" Eddie asks, wondering what made you freak out during your conversation.

"She's happy for us. But at first she thought I was pregnant." You sigh, rolling your eyes. It's always about babies with her. You haven't had the heart to tell her you don't want kids at all, she's always wanted to be a grandmother. You're kind of relying on Dustin having some kids of his own to keep her off your back.

"Oh." Eddie says, nodding. "You're not—" You already know what he's about to ask, so you cut him off.

"Do you seriously think I wouldn't tell you if I was knocked up, Eds?" You ask incredulously, crossing your arms and giving him a stern look.

"No. Sorry, I just—" He apologizes while shaking his head, and tries to go into a long explanation as to why something like this would worry him. But he doesn't need to.

"I know, love. Relax. We're on the same page here." You say calmly, walking over to him to put your arms around his shoulders. "You're really scared of that happening, aren't you?" You ask, watching his eyes widen at your question.

"Maybe a little." Eddie shrugs.

"I know you don't want to end up like your dad, Eddie. We've talked about it, more than once. But I'm on the pill, which I never miss a day of. And if something happens, we have plenty of options. We're gonna be fine. Okay?" You say sweetly, trying your best to put him at ease. You're not exactly keen on ending up pregnant, either. Giving birth is probably your absolute worst nightmare. All that pain and discomfort, for a tiny human you don't even want at all? No thanks.

"Okay." He nods, pulling you closer to rest his head on your shoulder. You always bring him peace when he's worrying about something. This kind of interaction usually goes the other way around, of course, you're a far more anxious person than Eddie is. "I love you, sweetheart. No matter what happens." He nuzzles into your neck now, wanting to feel more of your warmth.

"I love you too, Eds. As long as we have each other, we can handle anything." You gently kiss the top of his head, and use your hand to stroke his hair. Even with these brief moments of fear or anger you've had today, this is still one of the highlights of your relationship so far. You wouldn't change a single second of it. You continue to stand like this for a while, enjoying the comforting sounds of light breathing and steady heartbeats. "You hungry?" You ask, your own stomach starting to growl.

Eddie raises his head to meet your gaze, a small smile on his lips. "After hauling that fuckin' couch up all those stairs earlier? I'm starving." He answers, already pulling away from you to make a trip to the kitchen. You follow close behind, watching him dig around in the refrigerator to see what there is to work with.

"You gonna make something special, baby?" You ask curiously. Eddie pulls out a couple of steaks, asparagus, and a few other items. He also takes a couple potatoes from the island, bringing everything to the counter between the stove and the sink.

"Maybe. You able to wait a little bit?" Eddie asks without looking at you, too focused on pulling out the spices he needs.

"Oh, you don't want any help?" You question, coming off more disappointed than you meant to. He stops what he's doing, turning from his pile of ingredients to look at you.

"Of course I want your help, angel." He says warmly, extending his hand. "C'mere, you can peel the potatoes. And then cut them and the asparagus."

"Okay." You do as he asks, going over to him and putting your hand in his for a minute.

Eddie pulls you in by the waist, he just can't get enough of you in his personal space today. "You're the perfect kitchen assistant, you know that?" He says sweetly.

"Oh, I know I am. Someone has to keep you from burning the house down." You tease, unable to help yourself.

"I'll have you know, I've only caused three kitchen fires. None of which you were a witness to, thank you very much." He chuckles.

"Yeah, that's true. But, they were still pretty recent. Wayne told me all about it." You giggle, remembering how stressed out Wayne was about Eddie possibly setting the trailer ablaze in his effort to impress you. Thankfully, your boyfriend has come a long way since then.

"Ugh, that's it! Get out of my kitchen! I don't need an assistant anymore!" Eddie playfully turns you around and tries to shoo you out of the room.

"Eddie!" You protest, planting your feet and gripping the kitchen island so he can't push you out.

"Nope! If you're gonna make fun of me, you can go sit down!" He continues, struggling to shove you away.

"Baby, I'm sorry! I was just kidding! I'll be nice, I promise! I wanna help!" You plead, unable to stop laughing at this little game. He finally stops pushing you, allowing you to stay.

"Fine. But only if you're a good girl for me." He says lowly in your ear, his hands still resting on your shoulders. "Promise?" He asks, unable to resist teasing you a little bit by pulling out his bedroom voice.

"I promise, Eds." You answer breathlessly, mentally cursing him for turning you on again. You have half a mind to press your ass into him as payback, but you know that won't end well for you. You know full well that Eddie will punish you by shoving his face between your thighs and refusing to leave, until you're in tears and begging him to stop.

"That's what I like to hear, sweetheart. Now please, peel and the cut the vegetables like I asked." He commands darkly, letting you out of his grip so he can focus on preparing the meat.

"Anything for you, my prince." You reply, swallowing thickly at the wetness gathering between your legs. Damn him, I'm gonna be up all night once he goes home. You put the thought aside for now, retrieving a sharp knife and cutting board to fulfill the tasks Eddie has given you. Once you're fully able to, you are going to pay him back ten-fold for driving you crazy like this. Then he'll be sorry.

To be continued...

[likablemuffin]

Mistakes are quite important to pay attention to.

(From: Bye Bye Baby Blue)

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Leo had never thought anything of it.

When Raph had thrown old Skully at him and his brothers for them to catch, when it broke, and even when Mikey somehow managed to fix the chip in the tea pot with a Jupiter Jim figure. 

He did most definitely think of something when Splinter started to walk away and he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his foot. 

He hissed at the pain, and his brothers (Raph especially) were swarming around him to see what was wrong. When Leo looked at his foot, he saw a tiny little cut. Raph started panicking because he was hurt. Mikey tried to calm him down, telling him that Leo would be okay because it was only a small cut, and Donnie was looking around to see how Leo got the cut.

Eventually, Donnie explained that there was most likely nothing to worry about because Leo had probably just accidentally stepped on the piece of the tea pot. Raph breathed a very audible sigh of relief, and Leo thought that that made quite a bit of sense.

The only reason he had a bit of doubt in the back of his mind was because...well, he didn't see the piece...

Oh well, it was probably just kicked away by accident. I mean, there was nowhere else it could have gone! 

And you know what? Leo wishes so badly that he could go back in time. Back in time to before he stepped on the piece. 

But he can't. And he will forever hate his younger self for thinking so little of it. Sure, he was just a child, and it makes sense that he wouldn't know any better! 

But he has no idea the amount of pain he caused himself that day just by pushing off his worries as nothing.

Because there was somewhere else it could've gone.

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Next

[ihatenotreading]

I WONT BE ONLINE FOR ABOUT A MONTH SO HERE IS A WIP OF MY FIC:

 A/N 💜💚💜💚 This is a WIP of ch 3 bc I wont be online for about a month 😭. Pls forgive me                                      ○○○

Will woke up. Atleast he thought he woke up. Everything was blurry, he saw the sun shine through the windows. Dam Max, he was supposed  to sleep for 1 hour maximum not a whole night! Will sighed and got up,walked towards the door and left the room. Only to see a fuming Kayla.                                                      ♡♡♡

Kayla was furious. She ran to the infirmary ready to give Will Solace a piece of her mind. "William Andrew Solace, you get your ass right here!" She saw his face pale as she walked towards him and gave him the most painful slap she could. She dragged him to the other room, ignoring the looks of the injured who had seen the scene.

"Kayla!!! What's going on???" Will asked Though Kayla had a feeling he knew what was happening. "Max told me," she said simply. Will's face darkened and he silently cursed Max,"Ok,ok fine I'll stop, now can I go back, I'll only work for 6 hours a day. Ok?" Will questioned. But Kayla wasn't letting him get of the hook so easily. "Not so fast", she said before grabbing Will, that was already walking off…

                                 ▪︎▪︎▪︎

Nico was allowed visitors. Atleast Max said so, but the Italian demigod wasn't sure he could handle his best friend. "YOU MEAN YOU LIKE HIM!!!!" Jason shouted, after Nico told him his weird feeling for the doctor, probably loud enough for the whole camp to hear.

"No!, well…" Nico thought about it. Did he like the texan demigod, "I guess I do," he sighed in defeat. After, ALOT of fangirling from Jason, they could finally talk normally, atleast as normally as half-bloods could. "So, I going to go look for leo, then probably go start school somewhere," the son of Jupiter said, making Nico a little sad.

Jason seemed to have noticed though, "But dont worry, I'm staying at camp a little bit more before, though I'll be leaving for leo soon, and we could often  iris-message!" He exclaimed

Nico cheered up, and continued his conversation with Jason, he told him about his…. confession to Percy, how it didnt ho too bad and that he planned to stay at camp, making Jason overjoyed.

In return Jason told him about his new greek friends he made at camp:

Noah (a demeter son)

Clovis (a Hypnos kid)

Ellie ( a nemesis non-binary child)

Nico made the ex- praetor promise to introduce him before visiting hours were over.

~~~

After being severely chewed out by Kayla, Will was in EXTREME trouble. Kayla had set up a list of rules that went as followed:

Work from 7:30 am - 8 pm

Regularly take food breaks

Accepting Max's and other people helps

Spend time with his friends & siblings

Atleast 8-9 hours of sleep a day

Will wasnt really happy, but it was better than nothing. He walked outside the room, ready to start working again. He went from bed to bed, before reaching the son of hades's one. Right, Nico was there, he didnt know why but Will had felt a certain… attirance to the Italian boy.

[777rare]

☀️SUNSHINE ASTEROID - 3742💫

Disclaimer:

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN

Today we'll be talking about asteroid ☀️SUNSHINE~

This asteroid helps you learn the ways to overcome your seasonal depression by checking the sign,house, and degree in which it is placed along with checking the aspects its making with planets and where the aspected planets are seated to see what you could do to make yourself happy.

I'm using my sunshine placement as an example for your better understanding. Here we go!💫🙌🏻

I have sunshine in aquarius at 16° in the 11th house. The asteroid aspects are

Conjunct neptune in 11th house

Conjunct chiron in 11th house

Opposition saturn in 5th house

Sextile jupiter in 9th house

Okay, let's go with the placements :-

Sunshine in aquarius and 11th house could mean making friends, surfing online to distract myself, also maybe watching movies, Netflix, Amazon prime your phone, tab, computer, or even TV . Anything techno can help amazingly😉

Sunshine at 16° (cancer degree) - this could mean cooking, cleaning my house space and baking can help me. Also I'm getting you know, having a nice bubble bath in the tub, just playing with water or taking a nice shower bath

now let's go with the aspects :-

#3742 is sextile jupiter. Learning and travelling can really help me freshen up. Even exploring new things can help me forget old stuff from bothering me, making me feel better or occupied. This also adds on cuz my jupiter is in 9th house

#3742 opposition saturn. Okay, this can be a bit confusing. Saturn has got to do with authority, strictness, limitations and My saturn is in the 5th house. Sunshine- saturn says that I would probably need to stop stressing/being tensed about everything and freshen up. Like I said before, The house ur planet is in also depends on the result so I might need to freshen up and do something creative(5th house), like this can also be about entertainment and self-expression. Again here, I need to watch happy, comedy movies or even movies/shows meant for kids or the ones I watched when I was a child. Also maybe Journaling, writing my feelings down in a diary can help.

#3742 conjunct neptune. Involving myself into spiritual activities, exploring about the occult world can really heal me. Anything spiritual like reiki,tarot,aura reading and cleansing, crystals,astrology,runes,witchcraft can help me heal when I learn about them.

#3742 conjunct chiron. I have a strong feeling that getting into shadow work will help me so so much because chiron is the wounded healer and shadow work is all about connecting with the dark part of yourself. It's just like the right piece to my puzzle. Getting into shadow work will help me so much because shadow work is meant for healing and connecting with your dark side.

Hope you all enjoyed reading this post!💓 Feel free to reblog and tag me when you do🫂❤

Have a great day ahead!🏝

PS : thankyou so much for the support I have been receiving recently. i am so grateful to my dear readers. Love you all!💘��

[wordsandrobots]

I may have read Wishing on Space Hardware a while ago, but I’m still absolutely floored by how good a writing decision it was on your part to get rid of the Ahab production facilities! Like yes that’ll change the entire solar system unpredictably AND weaken Gjallarhorn! A N D your characterization for Almeria was perfect for that decision!!!

:D

[Spoilers for WoSH and Iron-Blooded Orphans in general to follow; I'm not especially fussed about people knowing what's coming but if you want to go in blind to my fics, please stop here.]

I can't remember when I settled on that as the big plan. It must have begun brewing while I was writing A Handful of Rusted Petals, though the exact shape of the plot only properly took shape with The Ares Affair. Probably the wheels started turning as soon as I learned the peripheral detail that Gjallarhorn controls manufacture of the series' resident 'magic physics' black boxes.

Because while it's never relevant and Iron-Blooded Orphans never positions Gjallarhorn as something to be destroyed (we're arguing over who gets to run the armed wing of the empire, here), there is something tempting about realising their power is resting on an economic lynchpin like that. Even within the narrow sliver of the world we get to see, it's clear Ahab reactors are vital to space-faring society and an Earth reliant on space-based manufacturing. It's also clear the blocs aren't passively under Gjallarhorn's thumb -- they have their own agendas that align or conflict with that oversight by turns. The whole thing with mobile suit stockpiles being dusted off in the wake of the Battle of Edmonton indicates a desire to lessen Gjallarhorn's influence. It'd make sense if there was also a movement in favour of taking over the Ariadne Network and the reactor production. Countries don't tend to like it when a third party can just cut off their vital infrastructure, you know?

More importantly, from a writing point of view, it was something I could tie everything else into, giving me a through-line from the stuff I'd established in To Catch a Falling Star (which I wrote first) to where I was going with a grown-up version of Almiria. I could use the stuff with Iverson to establish the technical side, spinning off the detail of the reactors needing to be built close to a star (still not sure certain about the wiki's translation of that, but the idea has good visuals). I could work in the economic angle, in terms of Earth and Jupiter/Teiwaz's relation to it. I could have some Calamity War flashbacks, to explain why the Crucible was the only manufacturing station left. And it gave me the thematic motif of Hati and Skoll, which was fantastic fun to play with.

Above all, though, it allowed me to illustrate exactly how Almiria's rage had manifested, eight years on. Because there's a very real possibility that getting rid of Ahab reactor production means a long-term decline for everyone, and a considerably higher risk it'll create massive short-term instability. Space-travel gets riskier, space-based construction grinds to a stop, humanity can't reach any further, the technological triumphs of the setting are irrevocably altered, and everyone needs to adjust to a new way of living.

Of course this is Ragnarök, not oblivion. I made sure to position pieces of what could come next: Teiwaz's ascendency, the colonies pulling free of Earth, the blocs dismantling existing arrangements, a slow crumbling of Gjallarhorn as they fought to sustain themselves. Things wouldn't change at a stroke, there'd be a lot of mess, it might very well lead to something worse. It wouldn't be hopeless either. There'd be ways to adapt, to survive, to build something better.

But fundamentally, the point was to illustrate where Almira sits on that metric of 'what do you believe and what can you live with?' And the answer is, she decided there was no cost too high for the sake of seeing Gjallarhorn burn. She was going to have her revenge, consequences be damned.

And there is nothing more dangerous than a human being who isn't afraid of the consequences of their actions.

[spotforme]

okay so in better than life i think Rimmer says "How on Titan are you gonna pay for that" and i find it pretty interesting, Titan is one of Saturn's moons, now maybe Titan was the last place they stopped at before everyone died so that's why he uses that version of the expression, the place is fresh on his mind and all that, or maybe he ended up on Titan sometime after his divorse and that's why he thinks of it like Earth (in saying the expression like that)

before this continues i'm just gonna say that i will be rambling and nothing else

this is quite early in the show so it hasn't had much time to contredict itsef yet so i'm thinking i can think anything i want about the timeline at the moment. so i'm thinking, remember this is all just bonkers speculation that i find fun that makes about as much sence as the show itself, that Rimmer lived on Titan for a while, not a long while because he doesn't have much time between the devorce and joining JMC, and i know he got previleges to the family dog which means he should've been able to visit Jupiter on regular basis but let's just say he got bored or his family drove him off even further or whatever. point is he made a little life for himself on Titan, maybe a few months, maybe three years, it doesn't matter, but i think it would be interesting what could happen when Rimmer with his peculiarities runs off to another planet's moon and has to adjust to a new society. i have seen a lit of fics where Io is just this 300 years late to modern norms homophobic untrusting society with girls' home strictness levels, and it's pretty funny that so many people have come to that same conclusion even though i've hardly seen any discussion about it (Rimsy's piece of shit family's out there inventing stereotypes for all Ioians lol) back to the point. knowing Rimmer he'd likely feel superior for the upbringing he had and be pompous using his family's achievements as his own, so even if Titan had a chill athmosphere he would likely not get on there either because he just has to be him, and any culture differences might feel like super big deals to him which doesn't help him get comfortable much, probably just fuels his 'out of place' 'never belonging' thing he has made for himself. i'm kindof in a battle with myself now about if he would even get a job, if he would apply for one, like would he go to a coffe parlour and ask for a job where he has to clean the dishes and whatnot when there's no chanse of becoming an officer? maybe if he needed money, i wish i knew how much he had to spare for monthly spending. if he had no need for money then what could he be doing all day, he had to stumble into JMC's workforce sometime. i still believe it most likely that he went straight to them from Io and has been in space sence (except for what little leave they're allowed) but this is a though and i'm skipping with is, okay. another interesting thing about Titan is that it's orbiting the same planet as Mimas, and we all know how gruffy Mimas is. anyway that knowlege just makes my brain bloom with hideous ideas. more likely i think is that he just went there on shore leave and it was a memorable place, it seems pretty from the pictures i've seen so maybe it's just one of the only calming places for him that he yearns to know the tranquility of again, but i've got no bases for that except that it's got a pretty atmosphere.

right-o this end my pointless rant brought on by one singular line, for now at least

[ms-m-astrologer]

Transiting Mercury enters Leo (pre-retrograde zone)

Tuesday, July 2 - Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Yep - those dreaded words, “Mercury retrograde,” loom over us again.

Mercury isn’t very comfortable in Leo. It is said to be in its “fall” here, ie, in a sign (Leo) opposite the sign it’s exalted in (Aquarius). Mercury likes pure icy cold facts - “just the facts ma’am” - whereas Leo is all about the drama and the ego.

Little kiddos with Leo Mercury often have to be reminded to tell the plain, unvarnished truth. If they develop the talent for “embellishment” and steer it into proper channels, that’s one thing. But as an example - my dad was a Leo, with a Leo Mercury, and he never let the facts get in the way of a good self-aggrandizing story. It got so bad and was so thorough that he was completely misrepresented in his own obituary - his parents were hurt and astonished, and everybody’s grief was compounded due to all the lies.

But, I think that’s more of a theme and issue for the upcoming retrograde. These next two weeks can be seen as a set-up time, and of course we want to take advantage of that! Looking at Mercury’s areas:

Learning - it goes better if we can have some fun with it and enjoy the process. Leo can be very interested in science, as well as the usual artsy Leo piece. We like to show off what we know.

Thinking and reasoning - stubborn! But can come up with some wonderful creative solutions to problems. We have to work on keeping our “egos” out of it.

Communication - can be very dramatic and creative. Can also be very loud. The instinct is to shout over people when they disagree. Work on (remembering) those listening skills.

These aspects are valid on the day they happen - especially the first ones, when Mercury is still streaking along.

Wednesday, July 3 - Mercury/Leo opposite Pluto Rx/Aquarius, 1°19’. The Leo-Aquarius polarity is “I’m a star!” versus “Everybody is a star!” This opposition probably points out a difficult truth (especially if it dings something in your birth chart) around that theme. Someone tells you something true, but harsh - or maybe you tell someone! Be careful not to let vanity, or need for approval, over-react.

Saturday, July 6 - Mercury/Leo conjunct Vesta/Leo, 7°32’. First of three, with the other two happening while Mercury is in its retrograde zone. These two combined usually ignite some new scholastic interest. Whatever amazing idea we get, though, we should hold that thought and not act on it, because it’ll be up for review during Mercury retrograde - and probably come out in a completely revised form, the third time, in Virgo.

Monday, July 8:

Mercury/Leo sextile Jupiter/Gemini, 9°50’

Mercury/Leo trine North Node/Aries, sextile South Node/Libra, 10°48’

This can give us some intellectual arrogance. I’m thinking of Peter Pan crowing “How clever I am!” On the less egotistic side, we have opportunities to expand our knowledge, in a way that makes us feel confident about ourselves and our ability to learn.

Monday, July 15 - Mercury/Leo square Pallas/Scorpio, 19°53’. First of three. Struggles to find our authentic voice - authenticity being a Very Big Deal for Leo and Scorpio. Perhaps we aren’t as eloquent as we want to be. Can also indicate learning difficulties. I’m also thinking that, given the nature of Leo and Scorpio, we aren’t listening - and that will get us into trouble soon enough.

[desceros]

hi sam!! kind of a different request, but would you list as many of your favorite orchestral pieces as you can? association with turtles v welcome but also optional! i have trouble doing my coursework because i can't listen to anything in the background while doing it (shows, music with lyrics), but i listened to scheherazade because of you and really loved it, plus got some work done to boot!! i'm not sure where to start in looking for more music like that so i thought i'd ask you. :)

oohhhh what a FUN ask, thank you so much!! i promise i am going to TRY to be REASONABLE with how much i talk about this. if i really did mention "as many as i could" i think i'd find out if tumblr has a character limit in text posts, hahaha!

so my favorite symphony of ALL TIME is symphony 9 by dvorak. absolute must-listen. my favorite moment of the entire piece (which you HAVE to listen to the entire thing to get REALLY feral about) is the last huge chord progression in the fourth movement that takes the db major brass chords from the second movement and puts it to the BOMBASTIC TYMPANI EB MINOR EXTRAVAGANZA from the first movement and makes me want to CHEW THROUGH BEDROCK, RAHHH

aside from that, here are a few that i love a lot and totes recommend:

all of scheherezade is, of course, absolutely stunning. it's one of my favorite pieces of all time. if you haven't listened to the other movements, i highly recommend! in this same vein is you liked that are pieces like the stepps by borodin, the polovstian dances (also borodin), marche slav by tchaikovsky, and to some extent saint-saens piano concerto no. 5 has some similar themes, particularly in the absolutely DELICIOUS second movement. it's called "orientalism" and while the, uh, intent has a history of. to say generously. problematic undertones. the pieces themselves are lovely.

russian easter overture by rimsky korsakov. i played this one in high school and man. it's just so FUN and PRETTY.

symphonie fantastique by hector berlioz. it's the story of this dude having a really bad acid trip. no i'm not kidding. also the fifth movement has the dies irie in my favorite iteration ever. eat your heart out, mozart.

...actually just literally anything by tchaikovsky. gun to my head, i'd say he's my favorite classical composer. i'm partial to his ballet work because that's what i played a lot of personally, but his overtures and concertos are quite fun. his romeo and juliet overture is extremely famous (though i personally vastly prefer the opening part over the latter, more famous part). every violinist you ever meet will be traumatized by him, though. so do be careful.

speaking of concertos: my favorite (ugh. i'm a traitor) is probably the barber violin concerto. it just has this. cinematic vibe to it that makes me think of something magical.

(....though the elgar cello concerto and the grieg piano concerto may have something to say about this.)

the planets suite by holst is very fun. you've probably heard mars, and you may recall the romance theme from jupiter if you've seen the movie braveheart. it's one of those mainstream pieces most people have heard. my particular favorite movement is uranus. it's so bouncy and fun!!! classical headbanger music here

beethoven is quite fun to listen to. for his orchestral work, i'm partial to symphony no. 5 since that was the first one i played and the drama of it is enthralling. (yes. i think it's better than nine. sue me.). that said, between you and me, i like the egmont overture better than his symphonies. that low open c on the viola is just so god damned juicy—[door bangs open] OH NO. IT'S THE PRETENTIOUS POLICE. THEY FOUND ME

i'll stop there. these are a few symphonic pieces, since you asked for those specifically. i also really love chamber music (which is just the strings section, sans the woodwinds/brass/percussion/etc), but i find those amazing to listen to as well! anywho i hope you enjoy some slash all of these and good luck with your studies!!

[happyk44]

Thinking about that long form feral!Jason fic I wanna write but probably never will get around to doing so, and like. It would be such a disappoint to just keep my meandering thoughts in my head, right?

As far as plot goes, it'll probably end up being more character driven introspective than plot important. Like yeah there's a plot they're following because it wouldn't be PJO without a stupid quest but that's really just an excuse to bustle everyone together. Thought process is Thanatos goes missing ala SoN and Nico, flocked by Hazel and Jason, drags Percy and Thalia along to help find him because - idk, he just does. Cousin outing lmao.

Hazel is alive for no other reason than I want her to be. She was a "gift" from Zagreus as thanks for Nico helping out in the war, because he was annoyed Nico got snubbed in all the congratulations. Naturally Bianca was Nico's first thought but she was like "Nico, fuck off with that shit" and directed him to their lonely sister sitting beneath a tree and poof. Hazel.

Leo was in the Kronos army and ran away at the end of the war, because he didn't trust the gods or CHB not to kill him. He wasn't really a fighter - he just made their armor and weapons, so he wasn't technically even in the actual battle, which made it a lot easier to escape detection.

He also lives with Piper now - idk if I want to include my mute!Piper thoughts, and I'm murky on how Piper and Leo will get brought into the mix. I do know it will be a "Nico knows a guy" situation. But anyway Piper and Leo live together. Idk how they met - probably crashed into each other or caught one another stealing shit or Piper saw Leo and thought "opportunity to make my dad pay attention to me" and took him with her or whatever. Obviously it doesn't work, but Leo sticks around because Piper enjoys having a friend, and he's the one who pieces together that Piper is a daughter of Aphrodite, and warns her from ever going to CHB. Up in the air if she knows his background regarding the war and shit by this point, but they're the people they have so they're tight.

Frank's backstory is more or less the same, except after training in Camp Jupiter for a couple weeks, he's like "no. I can't do this. This is awful. How do I get back to Canada and the snow?" And then Nico pops up doing his ambassador to Pluto thing (bc while both camps know about each other now, they haven't yet started mingling and Nico is aware that Octavian has... issues).

Anyway Nico is trying to get the scope of the place, wondering it would be a good place for Hazel to live so she doesn't have to hang out in the Underworld all the time, which she doesn't mind for the most part - but she does want to socialize and make friends with living people. And Nico thinks that she'll probably have a better time with the Romans than the Greeks, because they'll associate her more with wealth.

He and Frank bump into each other and Nico realizes Frank is trying to escape camp. Offers to help him and gets Hazel and Jason who help him leave in the middle of the night, while Nico socializes publicly with the other cohorts, so that like. No one gets suspicious that Frank disappeared right after Nico showed up. On their journey back to Canada, Frank discovers his shapeshifting powers.

Currently the POVs are probably gonna be a switch between Thalia and Percy. But maybe others will join in as the story flows.

Also Jason really likes Frank's shaping shifting powers, and every time they visit him and his grandma, Frank turns into a wolf (or bear or other large predator animal) and lets Jason wrestle him. Frank does not enjoy this as much as Jason does. Jason also has to wear a muzzle inside the house as per Grandma Zhang's rules, because he "does not know to keep his teeth behind his lips". Despite this, he is a decent-ish wolf pup with her, and will grumble loudly but let her click the muzzle on with only a few pitiful whines.

[dangraccoon]

listening to Omega’s theme and tbh it just gets better every time I listen to it

like I like all the music the Kiners have done for TBB but this one just hits different

it kinda reminds The Planets by Holst which contains probably my favorite piece of classical music, Jupiter - especially this particular section

I fell in love with Jupiter over a decade ago (I’m old) and something in Omega’s Theme just brings me to the same place, mentally and I love it SO much

[the-whispers-of-death]

@jupiter-reimagined this started as an ask about the night before the wedding between Kali and Butcher and then it grew it into a full-fledged writing piece. So enjoy, hopefully.

Ignore any and all typos. I also switched from present tense to past tense when the newbie showed up, so there may be some present tense I missed, lol.

Wordcount: 740 words

Everything leading up to the wedding had gone well, until the night before, the bachelor party. Kali was currently riddled with nerves, pacing back and forth in Stone's house where the bachelor party was taking place and generally bringing down the vibes.

"Is it normal to have cold feet the night before your wedding?" he asked, wringing out his hands. He felt like he might be physically ill, but he knew better. "Guys, I'm serious. Is this normal? Vik, did you feel like this when marrying Sylvester?"

Stone groaned in response and shook his head. "I'm not the best person to ask, Ashok. I was very confident about my decision to marry Sylvester from the moment I popped the question to the day we got married."

Kali turned to Sarabi and Sarabi scoffed at the silent question.

"Ashok, please, I was blackout drunk during my wedding. I never even thought about marrying my now ex-friend before I woke up already married to him," Sarabi said.

"Nathan and I both married our respective partners (at the time) because of surprise pregnancies," Nala reminded Kali when he turns to Nala. "We'll be no help with your question."

Cerberus was no help, he had never been married before. So that was all of the married men in the room, and they were all no help.

Kali groaned, placing his head in his hands. "So what I'm hearing is, it's not normal." He continued to pace back and forth. "Great, it's the night before my wedding and I'm acting not like a normal person, getting cold feet."

The door to the front door swung open, having been picked open because it was originally locked, and out stepped a tall man with long, curly black hair and medium brown skin that was only marred by claw marks on his right cheek. He had a cheeky grin on his face, ignoring the cold glare coming from Stone.

"Ah, you look like a mess, old friend," the man said, walking over to Kali and clapping him on the shoulder. "If I know you as well as I remember, you're probably getting cold feet and thinking that's abnormal. But it is in fact normal, Ashok. It's the start of a new chapter, a life with the man you've barely known for a year, It's normal to get cold feet. The important thing is that you love him and he loves you."

Kali relaxed as that and embraced the man. "Raj, it's good to see you," he murmured, happy to see the man who was the only friend he managed to stay in contact with while growing up.

"Cutting it close though, Hawk," Stone said in an unamused tone, using Raj's callsign instead of his actual name. He crossed his arms. "Almost thought you weren't coming."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Stone?" Raj asked, still grinning despite staring head-on with Stone. He walked over and squatted just a bit to be eye-level with the man sitting in his chair. "You never did like the fact that Ashok and I have a bond that will always be longer than yours and his. Afraid I'll take back my rightful place as his best friend?"

Stone growled lowly in his throat, the only thing keeping him from biting Raj was Sarabi placing a firm hand on Stone's shoulder.

Sarabi narrowed his eyes at Raj. "Enough, you two. This is entire week has been about Ashok and Butcher. We're not ruining this by having a pissing contest," he replied, stopping Stone's rebuttal. "Glad you could make it, Raj, I know Ashok loves when you visit him."

Raj straightened back upright and gave Ashok a soft glance. "I wouldn't have missed the wedding for the world, old friend," he murmured. "And now that I've hopefully appeased your nerves, let's get this party started!"

"Yeah, I feel better," Kali answered, being sincere in that statement. "I need a drink!"

Simba and Nala cheered before they got the glasses and bottles of alcohol (with a few non-alcoholic beverages for Stone) with the help of Cerberus. Everyone poured whatever drink they wanted and they all clinked glasses before downing the drinks.

Kali smiled as he watched everyone else.

He did love Butcher, so much. He had been dreaming about this wedding ever since he brought the engagement ring for Butcher, this all felt right. And after tomorrow, he was going to be a married man.

How exciting.

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Yes, Hawk/Raj is the COD OC that has been nagging at me all day.