#PLUS I’m trying to write one part ahead for once!!!!

[francixoxoxo]

Guys guys guys I just finished the Sejanus fic (let’s not talk about how long it’s been in my drafts)

[rottiens]

i’m still in love with your name btw. now please, what specific thoughts about cult leader suguru are plaguing your mind ?? still gripping ur hand tightly <3

✮ tags. . (18+), canon au, suguru x non sorceress reader, power imbalance, fem reader, reader has hair long enough to tie it, spit kink, praising (good girl), masturbation (m), dirty talk, mentions of shoe humping, embarrassingly self indulgent (as always), situationship. divider creds: cafekitsune.

✮ notes . . sosa, my angel, thank you so much for being so cute, your name has always seemed to me unique and very pretty, thank you for letting me talk about my lil ideas ! <3 and sorry for the delay jsjs I had to organize my thoughts (plus when I posted that I was at a party... I just couldn't write this while everyone was dancing, I had to pretend to be normal lol anyways! :3)

✮ wc. . 1.5K

Suguru is someone… reserved.

If you had to choose just one word to describe him it would probably be that, in the months you've been involved in this strange dynamic that you can't define as a friendship or even a relationship, you've realized that you know very little about him.

You know his name, you know his age, you know he's someone of few words, that he doesn't like to talk about his past/childhood or his family in general now that you think about it. Everything you know about Suguru is because he has allowed you to know it, like breadcrumbs that he slowly drops along the way, or like loose pieces of a puzzle that you must organize yourself without his help.

You know more about the things he doesn't like to talk about than the things he likes to talk about or the things that make him the way he is, which makes you realize —as you trace his back and join his moles with your fingertips— that he knows too much about you: where you study, where you work, your friends, your parents, he's petted your pets, he's seen the pictures you have hanging on your walls, the little you clutching her mother's hand while looking straight ahead with a feigned smile. He knows so much about you and is so involved in your private life while you've only skimmed the surface of who Suguru Geto is, that the idea terrifies you in a way. There's another part of you that prefers not to think about it, after all, Suguru is nothing more than a medium through which to let out your repressed desires.

It's just like smoking a cigarette once a week, a bad habit that you can quit. It's just a casual thing. I can stop seeing him whenever I want, you repeat to your friends who have warned you so many times about the guy you keep so mysteriously, the one of whom you only have a couple of pictures saved on your phone.

Despite repeating that you can stop seeing him whenever you feel like it and so decide, somehow you find yourself always opening the door when he knocks, always agreeing to see him on his terms, always crawling on the floor, scraping your knees when he asks and ending up kissing the soles of his shoes when he commands it.

"Good girl," Suguru looks at you adoringly, or so you want to believe.

His hazel eyes are flecked with a darkness that makes the bare skin on your back bristle, you rock in the awkward position you're in to stand straighter and get a better look at his face, the red ropes that hold your hands still on top of your thighs, perfectly intertwined, burn and bite into your skin every time you try to struggle.

Suguru wears his long hair tied in a bun for comfort and except for you, he is fully clothed.

His fingers slip along your jaw bone and you shiver at the touch, your eyelids yielding to the loving caress that comes cold with affection and full of desire. With the darkness that your closed eyes immerse you in you allow yourself to feel the electric touch of his hands tracing your chin, gently running behind your ears until he gathers your hair into a bun with one hand and gently tugging pulls your head back.

"Look at me." His breath hits your mouth.

Embarrassment and desire compete to take over your chest, dancing to the beat of the drums that are your heartbeat, debating whether you should feel self-conscious about the nudity he has so often contemplated before or if on the other hand, you should feel aroused by the difference in positions between you.

Suguru cups your cheeks with two fingers of his free hand and you, submissive to the event you have experienced so many times before, open your mouth without needing a command. He spits, you hold it in your mouth until he tells you to swallow. Suguru, smiles close to your lips, proud of how well he has managed to train you over these months.

"That's a good girl," he praises you again, originating wave after wave of heat in your insides.

Her touch is warm as it trails down your neck, eyes darting with his fingertips touching your throat and down to your collarbones, eyelashes fluttering and the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Suguru pinches one nipple, then the other and, leaving you with pleading lamb eyes and a torch in your belly he rises above your kneeling position and stands in front of you.

When he does that, pretending to be at the same height as you, you can often come to forget how scary his actual size is, how big his shoulders and back hide part of the view behind him. The zipper noise startles you, makes you look, not at him, but to look for the source of the sound.

Fingers like spiders hook into the zipper, pull it down and help him take out his erect cock that poses hard in front of your face. Suguru steps forward, you lick your lips with a restless heart and sticky thighs.

"So you said you needed me…" you want to speak, but with a mouth full of his saliva you can only shake your head showing him that what he said was true.

He was referring to that text message, you remember, watching him wrap a tight fist around his cock. It had been a long day, a stressful day, you didn't want to talk so the first person you thought of was him, your "friend with benefits", you didn't know if you could even call him that, the one thing you are sure about Suguru is that he is always going to make you cum hard and he is exactly what you need right now.

Only, seeing him walk through the same door of your apartment that he has walked through so many times and go straight to the bedroom, this was not what you had in mind when he knelt you down in front of him, ending up looking up at him from below was not the idea you had when you texted him how much you needed him.

He takes your chin between his index finger and thumb and your lips part, you can almost savor the all too familiar taste of his precum now only inches away from you.

"Always so obedient." Suguru squeezes his cock and a pearly drop slides from the head onto your neatly bent thighs, despite your efforts to lean in to lick it off. "You were so needy that you forgot the rules?"

Oh, the rules. You look up at him with naive eyes, batting your eyelashes begging him to believe in your innocence. You're supposed to expect him to be the one to text you first, always, you came to think that maybe it was because he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, that maybe he didn't want them to read your messages but the idea remains a mystery just like everything around him.

Suguru places his hand in front of your mouth and you spit, returning his own saliva mixed with yours and he promptly takes the drool dribbling from his hand around the length using it as a lube.

"You wish this was your pussy, huh?" he is fucking his hand so precisely, deep and at a pace that he would have your legs closing around his thighs. His hips play along with his hand, rocking back and forth in pursuit of his own pleasure.

"Yes." The word slips so softly out of you.

You see him restrain himself from grinning and decides instead to roll his thumb over your lip, showing him your teeth. The hand urges itself to go faster. His short, hoarse moans bounce between the walls and have the puddle in your pussy spilling over to your thighs; your clit throbbing for just a little attention, in situation like these there is nothing that would please you more than him letting you grind at least against his shoe.

His brow furrows and he bites his lip.

"Suguru, please…"

"Uhm no, open your mouth," he orders you, milking the tip of his cock between your parted lips. The heat and closeness is almost unbearable, you want to lean in and suck even though his next punishment would be much worse.. however you manage to control your urges and let him jerk off over your face, his moans turning into grunts, his lips pursed and his full balls gently twitching from the sudden movement.

It takes maybe ten seconds or so before you feel him dripping in your mouth, on your tongue, spurts of cum that has your naked body quivering with need.

"Don't swallow it. Get on the bed." Suguru instructs you, leaning down to brush his nose against yours and leave a fleeting kiss on your forehead.

Now, he was really going to take what was his.

Now, he was going to eat your pussy and see how hard you could resist not choking while he did it with his cum in your mouth.

[its-time-to-write]

Ooh I just read the other part to the baby Jamie tartt story and it was amazing!! What about where it’s bea’s first soccer game and the team shows up and Jamie is just a proud dad or she’s 2 or 3 watching her dad play and cheering super loud and getting into it!?!

Heyyo! Mixed this with another ask. It was fun to write! Thank you!

today’s a day like any other

Bea is two years old and five months, and she’s at the age where she is talking in sentences and can understand things that are happening around her. She makes little two-year-old jokes that only she understands, and her favorite person in the whole entire world is Sam Obisanya. 

You have a picture of her at her second birthday party, pointing at something while Sam holds her, both in matching Obisanya 24 kits. She can’t read, but she knows enough to tell that the markings are the same. She wears it every day it’s clean, and some days it’s not. You think it’s hilarious because Jamie has to cajole her into wearing her Baby Tartt 9 kit. 

Jamie is her second favorite person. She calls him “dada,” and shrieks whenever he comes home from training. Both of you are in your mid-twenties now, and you get stares whenever you’re out with her. The press is still the press, but they keep Bea’s face out of it when they speculate how long Jamie will keep “playing house,” or you will “put up with his antics.” They comment on young marriage and early divorce, and you and Jamie make the choice to laugh through it. 

He calls Ted about once a week for advice on marriage and fatherhood, and Rebecca stops by for lunch for you and Bea twice a week to give you advice on marriage and encourage you in motherhood. Bea adores her, almost as much as she does Sam. Almost. 

Rebecca had been hesitant at first to share, but once you said, “I’m pretty sure you know what red flags I should look for,” she laughed and went full steam ahead. 

All that to say, Bea’s favorite people are Sam, Jamie, and you, in exactly that order. (You could rank the rest of the team, but honestly it’s pretty close between some of them and they don’t need that type of competition.) 

Bea is two years old and five months, and she is at yet another football match, wearing her Obisanya 24 jersey and bouncing up and down in your arms. You’re three months along with your son name undisclosed so you can still hide it, but you’re wearing one of Jamie’s kits as opposed to your own. You put tiny lines of red and blue face paint on Bea and are standing up in Rebecca’s box, pointing things out to Bea. You point to a tiny Sam on the pitch, and Bea starts yelling, “Sam, Sam, Sam!” He can’t hear her, of course, but he’s looking around and smiling. The stadium is chanting, “Go, Sam Obisanya,” and Bea picks it up. You see Jamie nudge Sam and point up to where you’re sitting and Sam waves. Bea waves back, giggling.

“Bea, do you see Dada?” you ask. Jamie’s face is on the big screen, and she wiggles even harder. She’s practically vibrating in your arms. You think this might be the first game she actually understands enough to remember. You spend the first half narrating the game to her- “See, Sam has the ball. He’s trying to get it to Dada. Oh look, there he goes. Do you think he’s going to pass it?” 

Bea is watching intently as Jamie zips by player after player. You see him fake out Wolverhampton’s last line of defense and then the stadium erupts. He’s scored the first goal of the game. 

Bea is yelling her head off and bouncing again. Jamie looks up to where he knows you are an blow a kiss, which only makes Bea lose it more. 

On the drive home, all she can talk about is how “dada got a goal,” and “dada is my favorite.”

— 

Bea is seven years old and one month, and she is very adamant that she wants to play football. Her friends are all playing, plus she’s Beatrice fricken’ Tartt. Isn’t football in her blood?

You and Jamie tried to talk her out of it, not wanting her to feel like she had to. She insisted.

So there you are on a Saturday morning, seven months pregnant (yes, again thanks to goddamn Jamie Tartt) getting ready to cheer Bea on in her first match of the season. 

Her kit says Tartt 24 because of course it does. The teams are doing little stretches to get ready, so you smile and reach down to get a juice for four-year-old Theo (no, you don’t call him Ted) out of the cooler Jamie brought. 

“Eyy, it’s the Tartts!” says a voice. You look up to a grinning Dani. 

“Dani! What are you doing here?” you ask, grinning back.

“Couldn’t miss my favorite niece’s first match, could I? And I heard you had drinks,” he says, peering into the cooler. 

You laugh and someone else says, “let me know what’s in the cooler, bruv.” You turn, and there’s Isaac, Colin, and Michael. Dani waves to someone across the field, and it’s Sam, Jan Maas, Richard, and Bumbercatch. Roy’s Jeep screeches into the parking lot, and you see him get out followed by a flurry of pink. Of course it’s Keeley. 

“I hope I’m not late,” says another voice, and Bea runs up to say “Aunt Bex!” and does a flying leap at Rebecca. 

All of Bea’s uncles are here, minus Ted and Beard, to support her at her first game. 

You think you might cry.

Jamie, on the other hand, is looking extremely proud of himself. 

Bea is showing of her number 24, Sam is grinning proudly, Richard, Isaac, and Jan Maas are hyping her up, and Dani is doing arm curls with Theo hanging onto his wrist. 

Jamie slides his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your neck. 

“Jamie Tartt,” you say, “did you invite all of them?”

Jamie grins. “I might’ve.“

“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever done. It might even make me not mad at you anymore.”

Jamie pulls away a little, indignant. “What’re you mad at me for? I haven’t done anything!”

You point to your stomach and say, “Oh really, then what do you call this?”

Jamie fixes you with a devilish grin. “Proof that I’m still fucking sexy?”

You giggle like a teenager. He is definitely still fucking sexy. 

The game is filled with wild cheers from Bea’s aunts and uncles, especially when she performs a header. 

“I taught her that,” Roy says to anyone who will listen. 

They swarm her on the field after the game’s over, uncaring if she’s won or lost. It doesn’t matter. They don’t all play for Richmond anymore, but they will always be a family. 

—

Bea is sixteen years old when she causually mentions a boy named Thomas in one of her classes. You’re all at the dinner table and Jamie doesn’t clock it, but you do. 

Jamie is only a few years out from retirement. He’s around the age Roy was when Roy hurt his knee, and although he’s still tearing it up on the pitch, you both know his time is coming to a close. 

He’s a lot sadder than he lets on, but you remind him there’s more to life. Your family has become somewhat famous, even in the States, so he’ll still have opportunities to do what he loves. Just not with the League. It’s become a bit of a routine, at this point, having the same conversation at the end of ever season. 

Just one more, Jamie promises, One more and then I’ll retire. You just hope he isn’t forced to by an injury.

But anyway, Bea’s got her eye on a boy and Jamie is completely oblivious until you bring it up that night while getting ready for bed. He’s flossing his teeth and your putting lotion on your face. 

“She fuckin’ what?” Spit goes flying. 

“Jamie, that’s disgusting. Please wipe that up.”

Jamie grabs a towel and swipes at the mirror. “How d’you know? It could just be a friend. She’s too young to be thinking like that!”

You smile. Bea’s a very thoughtful girl. You’re pretty sure she timed the name-drop with great precision and care, testing the waters. 

She’s a lot like you. 

“Babe, I just know. And, not sure if you’ve noticed, but she’s not seven anymore. Plus, I’ve seen Thomas around. He’s a very bright, respectful young man. Bea’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

Jamie pales, not listening to a thing you said. He grabs your hand. “Babe. Babe. Think about what I was like. Fucking hell, I was an absolute wanker. Oh fuck. This is not fucking good.”

He’s spiraling. He’s spiraling about his oldest daughter and it’s adorable. His hair is all crazy from running his hands through it, and his eyes are wild. You know what Jamie was like. You met a toned-down version of him, and you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t want Bea even near someone like that. You’ve heard the stories of how he was before. 

“Jaim,” you say, “it’s going to be ok. Seriously.”

“You don’t understand,” he says, hands now on your face. “I was an absolute shithead. I was rude and a fucking dick. I didn’t treat women well, or anyone well, and I don’t want Bea with someone like me.”

You understand. You’re not minimizing his concerns or apathetic about Bea, it’s just that you know the daughter you’ve raised, and you tell Jamie as much. “I know this is new for us, but she’s wonderful. And anyway, it’s not like she’s going to end up like me, twenty-two and knocked up.”

“We were married!” Jamie protests, “And twenty-two is like being a real adult!”

You raise an eyebrow. “We were barely married. And we were basically kids.” 

Jamie still looks distraught, so you place your hands on his wrists. 

“Darling, don’t worry. She’ll be ok. We made it this far being stupid, and she’s so much smarter than either of us.”

Jamie snorts, which you take as a victory. 

“And anyway,” you continue, “any boy that breaks her heart has like a million of her scary uncles to deal with. I promise, promise, promise she’ll be alright.”

Jamie smiles at that. “She does, doesn’t she?” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Suppose it’s a good thing you didn’t have any of those, otherwise we might not have gotten together.”

You laugh. “Alright, you sentimental dweeb. It’s past your bedtime.”

“Just one more kiss,” Jamie replies, and then his lips are on yours and you forget what you were even talking about, anyway. 

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 15

The second part being released today. And it's looking like people really want more of this AU. Which, I really should have seen coming.

So once I get my backlog up for Moonlight and Indiana (I just need to write one more chapter each to get the stories up to three chapters) I will start working on it for you.

And because I've been zooming past my daily goal of 400 words a day (I'll often get 1500-2000 words a day) I've decided as a way to pump the breaks so that I don't get too far ahead again is to spend my evenings editing stories for my beta to edit for AO3. I already have one in the works, I'm just waiting for her final edits to put it up on AO3.

In this we have Steve being awesome at what he does, he dodges one hell of a bullet because Robin is awesome, and Eddie falls just a little more in love with Steve.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Steve was busy leading up to Eddie’s rut, Chrissy being right about him getting more clients just from being on Eddie’s arm.

Everyone clamoring to see what it was that made Eddie fall head over heels in love with the omega escort.

Steve ate up the attention. He had talked to Eddie about the actress and how it made him feel.

Suddenly Eddie was all apologies. The actress was a good friend of his and he had just been so excited to see her that he forgot what it would look like to Steve. Especially since Eddie hadn’t introduced them. Plus it had left Steve open to Tommy’s sneering.

Steve had backpedaled then. He hadn’t meant for Eddie to make a big deal out of it. He had thought that Eddie would apologize, they’d fuck about it and Steve would learn that with Eddie being as famous as he was, Steve would just have to learn to share him.

But Eddie wouldn’t let him. He had hurt Steve’s feelings over something that he could have and should have avoided. Now he knew why Tommy’s words had stung as badly as they had.

So he showered Steve with all the affection in the world. Taking him on picnics to the beach one day and bowling and miniature golf the next. Fancy dinners and shopping sprees. Intimate to formal, fun to stately. Concerts and plays.

Every spare moment Steve had was spent being wined and dined by Eddie.

The courting was intense, but then again so was Steve. He liked intense, he was intense.

Steve was getting ready for a final rut, before Eddie’s next week when Robin called him up.

“Hey, what’s up?” Steve asked in confusion. “What’s up?”

“Management just flagged the client.”

Steve’s blood ran cold. It took a lot for management to flag a client. They always did checks on their clients before letting them hire their escorts. But sometimes they’ll do a deeper check if they feel something is off.

“What caused the flag?”

“Something in the wording,” Robin said. “I had been trying to pin down where I had heard it before. It was only yesterday I realized it sounded like some of the stuff the alpha from the Grammy’s was spouting as we hauled his ass out of the venue.”

If Steve was cold before, now his spine was ice. “Holy shit.”

Robin hummed her agreement. “So I had Hopper dig deeper. It’s–it’s not good, Steve.”

“Just tell me.”

“The idiot had used his real accounts to plot your kidnapping after going through all the work to hide who he was to the company,” Robin said grimly.

Steve sat down on the sofa with a thump. “Was he–did he know where I–Robin I’m scared.”

“I’m already in the elevator, babe,” she said softly. “He doesn’t know where you live or even where Eddie lives, okay? Starcourt alerted his security detail as soon as the plot was uncovered.”

Steve breathed out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Will I still be able to service his rut?”

“Yes,” she said, “I’m at your door, I’ll tell you all about it, face to face, okay?”

“Okay.”

Robin let herself in and hurried over to the sofa to throw her arms around him.

“Everything is okay,” she promised. “There hasn’t been a successful kidnapping of a Starcourt omega since the 1940s. Trust us, we’ve got this on lock.”

Steve nodded. “Tell me about Eddie’s rut.”

Robin grinned mischievously. “You’re going to love it.”

“Oh?” Steve’s interest was piqued. That interest drew him from his fear and anxiety, just like she knew it would.

“It’s going to happen here.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit!”

“It gets even better,” Robin said sing-song.

“How could it get any better than that?” Steve asked once he had picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Management is letting him know where you live,” she squealed.

Steve’s hands went to cover his mouth. “Shut up! Tell me everything!”

So she did.

She broke down what would happen if Eddie’s rut broke through the scent.

She went over the different things that would happen due to it being in Steve’s room with his nest, but it was amazing news.

“What made them decide to let Eddie in on the secret?” Steve asked when she was done.

Robin set down her tablet she had used to go over all the information and turned her full attention to him.

“Because he tried to cancel his rut servicing with you but with you still getting paid because he was worried that you might be followed to his place,” Robin explained.

Steve blushed a deep red.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He looked up at her with glistening eyes. “He really loves me, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, yes he does.”

****

Steve didn’t have any other clients that week, so he spent the week getting his penthouse suite ready for his alpha. He already knew Eddie’s favorite snacks and how he could just eat handfuls and handfuls of trail mix as long as there weren’t raisins. So Steve subtly tried out other dried fruits and found he loved dried apricots. So those replaced the raisins.

Protein shakes were okay as long as they had some chocolate in them. But he could tell if there was any herbs to them. Thyme, basil, you name it, if it was there, Eddie wouldn’t drink them.

It was actually kind of fun tailoring the rut servicing to what Eddie enjoyed. Cotton sheets over satin. Certain brand of bottled water. How often he was lucid during the five days.

His nest was carefully packed away into another room, so that Eddie’s scent didn’t get embedded into the materials. There would be plenty of time for that when they bonded, doing it too soon could result in a faux bond and Steve would get sick.

Which was the last thing either of them wanted.

Steve was fluffing the pillows for the millionth time when Robin radioed that Eddie was about to pull up. He made his way to the front of the hotel and watched as Xander pulled up to the curb.

Eddie stepped out onto the pavement and looked up at the hotel in shock.

“La Rose?” he asked Steve in confusion. “Isn’t this where we met up for drinks after my interview?”

Steve grinned, taking Eddie’s bag from Xander. They walked past the hotel bar and Eddie turned to him.

“Holy shit!” he gasped. “It is! I thought we met up here.”

Steve giggled. “We did. I just came down the elevator instead of arriving by car.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” he asked, bumping Steve’s shoulder with his own.

“Robin,” Steve said proudly. “She can work any magic she wants to with management. I swear she has blackmail information on key members.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “That sounds like Buckley.”

They finally got to Steve’s floor and he pointed to a room to the far right. “That is where you’ll be taken if I go into a mini heat.”

“Wouldn’t they want me to be far away from you as possible?” Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. “They want to whisk you away to a nearby room on the same floor so your scent could calm me down and help me through my heat. If they took you off the premises I could get rejection sickness.”

Eddie blinked at him a moment.

“Oh.”

Steve smiled and led the way to the door that would lead to his apartment. He opened the door and moved out of the way so Eddie could enter first.

“Wow, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “This is amazing. You live here all by yourself?”

“On this floor,” Steve answered. “Have a seat, we’ll talk about the coming rut and then get you settled. I’ll just put your bag in my bedroom.”

Eddie did as he was told, sitting on the nice fluffy sofa.

“All right,” Steve said, sliding onto the sofa next to Eddie. “So walk me through your ruts, what happens?”

Eddie squirmed a little. This was Steve Harrington, professional escort, and not Stevie, his hot omega boyfriend speaking.

“My pre-ruts start hard and fast,” he said, rubbing his chin in thought. “Then they last five days and I’m barely lucid through them. It’s how I got caught by that omega who told me they were infertile. I wasn’t conscious for much of it.”

Steve nodded. “When do you lower the light in wherever it is that you spend your rut?”

Eddie blinked at him. “Lower the lights, what do you mean? You don’t have sex with the lights on?”

“You’ve always had light on during your ruts, even at night?” Steve asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Not lucid enough to turn them off,” he said with a shrug.

Steve picked up a remote from the coffee table and closed the drapes and dimmed the lights.

He could see the physical change that came over Eddie. His shoulders relaxed and his eyelids drooped. His skin color which had been pale and clammy when he arrived was starting to get color back in his cheeks.

He tilted his head up as he examined the lights. “What is this feeling? I feel warm and drowsy.”

Steve sighed. “It’s how ruts are supposed to start. But it’s not mentioned in health class or anything. The bright lights signify to our poor little lizard brains that we’re still out in the open where we can be attacked, instead of safe in our caves. It wasn’t until the advent of modern light that it was ever a problem for alphas, but the science of it has come a long way in recent years.”

“Huh.”

Eddie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think that’s why I’ve had trouble staying lucid because I’ve been forcing myself to be on high alert all the time?”

“Could be,” Steve agreed. “But even if it isn’t, you can trust me to keep you safe. I will not trick you and I will not harm you. You want condoms on all the time, I will be sure to change them as often as required. I’ve been on birth control for twelve weeks as you requested.”

Eddie blushed. “Thanks for sending me the video of you taking the pill every day, that must have been so humiliating for you.”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an escort, the amount of humiliating things I’ve had to do, that doesn’t even make the top twenty.”

“What, now?”

Steve laughed. “Alphas will sometimes hire us for humiliation roleplays. Did a fair number of those before I was big enough to reject them. But I know a couple of omegas that live for that shit, so if a new omega is really uncomfortable with it, the roleplay will be passed to one of them.”

Eddie blinked again. “Darlin’, the more I learn about your profession the more intrigued I am.”

“At least you’re intrigued,” Steve chuckled. “Most aren’t. They tend to be pearl clutchers about it.”

“Not even the highest paid actresses have to do the kind of work you do,” Eddie breathed. “Why aren’t there award shows for you escorts?”

Steve smiled sweetly. “Because it’s all confidential. But maybe I can convince a couple of my friends to do our own version of that for booze and prizes. I think it’d be a hit.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh to be a fly on that wall.”

Steve reached out and rubbed his arm. “How are you feeling? Is the pre-rut still progressing or have you hit full rut yet?”

Eddie frowned as he took stock of his body.

“Still in pre-heat,” he said thoughtfully. “Huh. My uncle was a beta, so he wasn’t able to teach me this sort of shit, but you would have thought that someone along the line would have said something.”

“The education in this country is still woefully behind for anything regarding sex,” Steve said ruefully.

Eddie snorted. That was like calling a hurricane a little summer storm.

“But at least they teach you this shit,” he said.

Steve grinned. “Indeed they do teach me this shit.”

He got to his feet and gently led Eddie to the bedroom. He got undressed and sat down on the bed. He took Eddie’s hand and directed it to his thighs.

“Is it time, baby?” Eddie murmured, looking down at this beautiful, smart, talented omega in utter awe.

“Almost, alpha,” Steve purred. “But being in bed when it hits is easier on the knees.”

Eddie cackled and Steve’s omega chirped happily.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed back, “the things that cute little noise does to me.”

Steve laid down on the bed, as pretty as a picture and oh how Eddie wanted.

He got undressed and slid the first condom on. He straddled Steve’s hips and kissed him deeply.

“Oh, Stevie,” he murmured. “I feel so good.”

Steve stroked Eddie’s cheek. “And I promise it will continue to feel good for the next five days.”

Eddie looked into his eyes and believed him.

****

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boy dad!Billy Hargrove x reader hcs

wc: 1k

genre: fluff, parents au, domestic

warnings: brief mention of Neil (and being nothing like him), Billy's a good dad, healthy masculinity, Billy being Billy, so much comfort, reader carried/gave birth to your kids and is referred to as mom once (no pronouns or other descriptions), protective Billy, Billy and Max have a good relationship, Steve cannot catch a break

a/n: thinking about Billy out of the blue again. wow. deeply in my feels and possibly back in my billy era??

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Let me tell you

When Billy Hargrove held his first born son in his arms

It changed his world

All his priorities

His brain chemistry 

It changed everything

He looked down at his son and saw his own big doe eyes looking back up at him

He smiled and saw your smile beaming back up at him 

He loses his breath as he realizes this baby 

This perfect little creature is a mixture of all your best parts

All of his self loathing starts to fall away 

And he realizes how wrong Neil was about everything

This little angel in his hands is pure goodness, pure light, pure…

That’s it

He’s just pure

He’s uncorrupted by all the evil in the world

And Billy must have been like this once too

He’s not going to let what happened to him happen to his kid

His son

The path ahead is strong and clear, and he’s going to do everything Neil never did and more 

He’s going to be the person he needed so badly when he was younger 

He’s going to be a real, good, proper dad to his boy 

He doesn’t really realize how much he’s crying until you lean over to brush away his tears 

You smile at him and he knows you get it

Everything he’s thinking and feeling and realizing 

He becomes this beacon of pure, healthy masculinity 

A perfect set of footsteps for his sons to follow in

Because once you have one baby boy

There’s probably going to be at least three or four more

I’m not going to lie

When he finds out Steve is aiming for six kids his competitive streak would flare up a little

He’d probably be trying to talk you into having six kids too 

All boys of course

You tell him you have no control over that and he just chuckles and rubs his hand over your tummy

“Call it a good guess.” with that smirk that makes your legs shake just looking at him

God

Anyway either way

Billy 1000000% has a whole passel of rowdy little boys that look up to their dad and love you more than either of you knew was possible

I’ve seen a lot of people say Billy would work at a garage 

Which I can totally see

But I think Billy would probably work at a gym

He works out so much he’d make a great personal trainer

Plus he speaks the gym bro language and can flirt the pants off a milf

Which is like 90% of the people going to gyms anyway 

So every day when he comes home from work and loudly declares “DADDY’S HOME” 

He’s met with a stampede of rambunctious little boys charging at him 

When they’re still little enough they cling to his arms and legs and back as he drags them over to greet you too

When they’re older he’s met with enthusiastic cries of “DOGPILE ON DAD!” 

Every single day he greets you with a kiss that reminds you why you married him

And every single day it’s met with loud EEWs 

If you’ve seen overboard

The 1987 version not the remake 

Dad Billy is just Dean Proffitt core

That’s the best way I can explain it

And if you thought Billy was protective????

Now you have like five more of him 

If anyone is giving you trouble 

Especially if you have family that you don’t have a good relationship with 

Before you can even ask them to leave you hear a rumble behind you and some mixture of “LEAVE OUR MOM ALONE” “CHARGE” and “GET THEM”

What follows is a coordinated attack of nerf guns plastic swords and water guns

Among many other toy weapons 

And that’s before Billy even shows up

You think he’s protective now???? Wait till you’re married

Oh my god

Billy would never ever let anything or anyone hurt someone he cares about

But especially not his fucking spouse 

If someone tries to fuck with you they must really have a death wish

On a lighter note the odds of you also having a bunch of equally high energy pet dogs is also very high

And the odds of you acquiring these dogs by Billy periodically showing up with them

Sometimes as a puppy sometimes just one or two full grown dogs

And going “surprise :)” is even higher 

Max is over a lot too

Partially because she just loves being around you and partially because spending time with Billy is actually really nice now

They have the sibling dynamic they’ve both been craving for so long

And all of your boys think aunt Max is the coolest person to walk the earth

She teaches them how to skateboard and helps them beat hard levels of video games

Oh my god and the stories????

Your boys LIVE for listening to their dad tell stories

Stories about how you met, about dorky uncle Steve and how bad he is at basketball (he’s embellishing a little but you’ll let him have this), about all the monsters he and aunt Max and your friends have fought, all the cool stuff you did before they were born 

Seriously, Billy has a knack for raising some of the bravest, most compassionate, big hearted little boys in the world

They have such a healthy relationship with masculinity and what it means to be a man all cause of their dad

He raised them to know that there’s no monsters in the world they can’t fight

And more importantly, none that he won’t fight for them until they’re ready

They never have nightmares

Between how many big loyal dogs you have and who their dad is????

You and your boys have never felt safer and more secure

And all Billy ever wants is for the people he loves to feel safe around him

He sleeps well at night too, knowing he’s taking care of you guys 

That he’s become everything he never dreamed he could be

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 12 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *taps mic* Is...is this thing on? Am I back on Tumblr? Lol I was totally going to post this last night but I couldn't log in on any of my devices lol

I need you to be proud of me when you read this because it took all my power to not go full "I'm in Control" and leave this chapter with ALL the angst! Lol Make no mistake...*evil laughs* There is angst but I didn't end it with a cliffhanger that would have y'all upset with me until I wrote the next chapter lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Light smut with all the angst, Y/N is referred to a lot as a whore/slut, mentions of aftermath from the last chapter (blood, cuts, bruises), Eddie talks about his trauma with his parents abandoning him.

There is a phone call and Steve's dialogue is in RED.

I'm not going to lie that's more or less the main theme of this chapter is that feeling OF being abandoned. These three are going through it but thankfully they have each other. This, however, is a completely new feeling to Y/N so I think that's why she reacts the way that she does (you'll see what I mean.)

Word Count: 5109

Your eyes remain on the floor as you sit in the principal’s office, numb to his words as he continues to shout at the other boys in the room. Blood drips from Eddie’s fingers as it flows from his knuckles where he repeatedly punched the other student in the face. Steve’s hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking the cuts and scrapes that currently adorned his own features. 

“2 months. You seriously can’t wait 2 months till you’re out of my school to pull a stunt like this?!”, Mr. Higgins screeched. “Mr. Martin and Mr. Martinez, we do not use that kind of language at our school and we certainly don’t write it.”

“Yeah. That’s why we kicked their ass. Because words like ‘slut’ are not tolerated here at Hawkins High.”, Eddie sassed. 

“You didn’t ‘kick our ass’, freak. You’re just lucky we didn’t get to finish.”

“Didn’t get to finish. I’m sure you’ve heard many women say that to you in the past.”

“Fuck you, Munson!”

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough.” Everyone becomes silent again as the principal rises to his feet. “Everyone is suspended for a week and be glad I don’t bar you from graduation.”

“If I may.”, Mr. C clears his throat as he pats Mr. Higgins shoulder trying to calm him down. “Since Mr. Munson and Mr. Harrington were trying to defend a fellow student being bullied maybe for them, we can cut that in half. Three days instead of a week.”

The principal sighs as you feel his eyes swivel your way. “Y/N, my apologies. I forgot you were here.” He turns back towards his colleague when you don’t look his way. “Did she fight anyone?”

“No. She was the one that they…”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Um, fine. Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington. You two are suspended for three days and Y/N, go ahead and head home. Take the rest of the day to recoup and we’ll count it as excused, ok?” Again, you don’t answer causing him to exhale once more. “Maybe…we should call your parents to pick you up…”

“Pfft, good luck with that. We heard they gave her to the Harringtons. How much are whores now a day, Stevie?”

Steve stood up angrily and your teacher quickly intervened. “Out now! And make no mistake, your parents will be called.” The other boys grumbled under their breath as they left slamming the door behind them. “You three follow me.” 

As he leads you out into the hallway, Masie jumps up from the floor she had been sitting on. “Y/N! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just surprised… what-what happened?”

“Miss Collins, go back to class.”

Your best friend huffs as her jaw tightens. “No! She’s my friend and I’ve known her way longer these two. Before Steve Harrington grew a fucking conscience and Eddie Munson decided to meddle in her life like she was his personal barbie doll!”

Both men froze in place causing Mr. C to push them forward till he reached his now empty classroom. “Sit. All four of you.”, he commanded. “Except Mr. Munson. Stand in front of me here.” Eddie cautiously did as he was told as the teacher dug into his desk, pulling out a gigantic first aid box. “You’re not a teacher if you aren’t ready for everything.”

He reaches out to grab the metalhead’s hand, sliding off his rings before he begins cleaning the man’s wound. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a feeling. Since detention last year, I noticed the three of you hanging out more. To be honest, it was kind of nice to see Y/N get out of her shell.”

Masie scoots closer to you as she brushes some of your hair out of your face with her fingers. Eddie winced as his teacher began wrapping his hand with gauze. “Like almost everyone in this town, I grew up with your parents. Al Munson and I had a few classes together before he dropped out of school. Bill Harrington swung his dick around these halls like a fucking peacock. The original King Harrington for sure.”

He tapped Eddie up before gesturing towards an empty seat and beckoning Steve forward. When the boy didn’t move, Mr. C rolled his eyes as he grabbed his kit and kneeled in front of him to clean his face. 

“Your parents, Y/N, were just troublemakers, I swear to God. I remember one time your dad pulled the fire alarm to get everyone outside just so he’d have an audience when he sang ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green in a microphone in the quad to your mom.”, he chuckles at the memory as your eyes close and a tear falls down your cheek. 

“After they got married, I guess they decided to put things like that behind them. I never knew Wayne. He had already graduated when we started school and I believe trying to take care of your grandpa. The stories I heard; your uncle always seemed like a good man.”

He bandages Steve’s eye and hands him an ice pack to hold against it. After putting everything away, he comes around to lean against the front of his desk. 

“Boys, your fathers only ever cared about themselves even after they got married and started a family. Y/N, your parents knew they were in love the minute they met each other. I know Bill is over exaggerating this thing here because he needs to look like the good guy so I know the rumors aren’t true. I also know that if you are in a relationship with these two it’s real because you were raised by two people who actually made me believe love exists. You’re not a slut, Y/N, and I’m sorry this is happening because people fucking suck in this town.”

“You two…”, he points towards the guys. “…I have watched grow up, scared you would repeat the pattern of your parents. Eddie, you’ve been in trouble more times than I can count and Steve, while it may sound crass, Masie is right. You were a bit of an asshole.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Today, maybe.”, he raises an eyebrow in her direction as she smiles. 

“Since last year, I’ve noticed a change in all three of you. If this was toxic or bad in any way, I would recommend ending it now but… what I’m trying to say is don’t let these kids or your parents get to you like they did today. You have two more months. Then you can get out of here and do or be whatever you want. Fuck these narrow-minded people.”

Silently, you stand from your chair, exit the classroom and numbly head towards the parking lot. You hear feet behind you before a small hand touches your shoulder. 

“Y/N… you want to come over?”

You aggressively nod at Masie’s question as the tears start to flow more freely now. As she drives away from the school, you hear the boys screaming your name as they try and run to catch up to the car.

###########

“This…this is my fault, Maze. I don’t know what to do. I just…I just want to go home. I don’t want my parents to hate me.”

“Honey, they don’t hate you. They just…they don’t understand. If I’m being honest, I barely do.”, she sighs. “But I’ve seen Eddie and Steve with you especially after that game. They were so scared those three days you were at home. They asked about you every day.”

“I don’t understand it either. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to be left alone! Now I’m ruining people’s lives…”

“Hm. That’s very self-righteous of you.” Your eyes meet hers as you glare angrily at her assessment. “Y/N, you’re acting like Eddie and Steve don’t have minds of their own and can make their own choices. They CHOSE to be with you. They CHOSE to pursue you. I imagine they didn’t have a choice of falling in love with you but that just comes naturally when people are around you.” You smirk as she laughs. 

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, but I think you should call them at least. Let them know you’re okay.” She reaches for her phone, dancing it in front of your face before you concede and take it from her. “I’m going to go downstairs to get us some comfort food. Take your time.”

“Y/N?!” Eddie answers the phone after one ring. “Baby, is that you?”

“Hey Ed. Is, um, is Steve there to?” There’s silence on the other end. It takes him so long to answer you thought the line disconnected. 

“Yeah, he’s…he’s right here. Are you still with Masie? Is she in the room?”

“I’m at her house right now. She’s in the kitchen getting food for us.”

“Y/N, why are you using our names then if we’re alone.”

“E-Eddie, I…” Your eyes start to tear up again as he huffs into the phone, listening as he talks to Steve in the background.

“Do you know where her friend lives?”

“No. Why the fuck would I know where Masie Collins lives?”

“Steve, something’s wrong. She sounds different and she’s not using our titles.”

“You don’t think…”

“Y/N, tell us where you are. We’ll come get you so we can talk, ok?”

“I-I-I… No.”

“Y/N…Think really hard about what you’re doing right now.”

“I am. I…this is my fault, Eddie. I can’t have you both ruining your futures and struggling because of me. You got hurt! Twice! Steve got cut off. All of our parents are falling apart. At least… at least if they think what they think already at school, Steve can go back to ‘King’ status and you can find someone you don’t have to constantly keep fighting for!”

“What about you, Miss high and mighty? Just going to live with your red-letter A slut badge alone for the next couple of months? What will you be doing while Steve and I will apparently knee deep in pussy and favoritism from the student body and our parents?”

“Did she really fucking say that?”

“Hm. Got real quiet all of the sudden. Come on, sweetheart. I really want to know what the plan is. What’s going to happen to you?”

You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle the cries as you heard the sound of a lighter close on his end. 

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t know? I do. Things are just going to keep getting harder. These kids are still going to pull shit like they did today but you’ll be handling it alone. Some of the meatheads may get some ideas…be a bit grabbier than usual. I mean if you want to wear the moniker so badly maybe you can give them what they want. Steve and I have shown you a lot, haven’t we, princess?”

“Please…”, you beg. 

“…fucking…I can’t…bitch…Eddie hang up.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I fucking hate this! She thinks she’s doing us a goddamn favor?! Thanks for your sacrifice, Y/N! Now I have fucking no one! I gave you everything and I trusted you! I guess it doesn’t fucking matter now since apparently I’ll be rolling in money and fucking anything with legs…” His voice cracked as he spoke again, tearing your heart in half. “I thought her opinion about me changed. I guess she still sees me as that asshole from junior year. Fuck… I’m so stupid, dude.”

You break as they listen to you cry. Even though they are upset, it kills them to hear the sound. 

“Y/N… if you think we’d stop fighting for you just because you break up with us or whatever…then you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. We can play this game if you want and it will fucking hurt but we meant what we said to your parents. We love you.”

“I love you to, Sir. You and Daddy.”

“There she is. There’s our girl. Tell me where you are, baby. Please.”

You quietly hang up the phone, laying on your side in Masie’s bed as you close your eyes and sob. Thin arms suddenly wrap around your stomach as your friend hugs you to her chest. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.”

########

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to school today?”

“I can’t, Maze. I can’t handle all that today. I can’t handle seeing their empty desks.”

“You should go see them then.”

You shake your head as rub your arms. “I, um, I can’t. I’m going to go see my parents and then see what happens from there.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She nods when you don’t answer. “Y/N, I’m your best friend and I love you with all my heart. That’s why I’m doing this, okay?”

“Doing what?”

She looks out the window before opening the front door with a big grin right as Eddie had lifted his fist to knock. “Please come into my house. My parents are out of town this week but that doesn’t mean you can smoke inside and please no sex at least not on my bed.”

Your eyes widen as both boys slowly enter her home. 

“I may have come upstairs too early yesterday and heard your conversation.”, Masie sighs as she comes over to take your hand. “I’ve never heard you cry like that and it frightened me a bit. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for everyone especially them but it’s not fair to make that decision for them.” She gently kisses your cheek before reaching down to grab her backpack. “So I *69ed the number and gave them my address. I love you! Bye!”

Eddie smiles after her as she closes her front door and disappears. 

“I like her.”

They both looked awful; like they hadn’t gotten any sleep. The metalhead reeked of cigarettes and both their faces were starting to bruise from where they had gotten hit. You slowly stepped forward, reaching out to touch Steve’s face but the boy quickly pulled back and moved away from you. 

“No. I can’t…handle you touching me right now.”

Your hand recoiled as you blinked back tears. “Leave please.”

“No. Your friend is right. We deserve to have a say in this.”

“A say in what, Eddie?! What do I have to do to get you guys to understand!? I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

The man sighs as he turns towards his friend. “Last ditch effort it seems. She’s trying to hurt us to push us away.”

“Yeah, well that won’t work. She already tore my heart out last night.”

“And you’re still here, Steve. You were right! My opinion of you hasn’t changed. You’re still that fucking dumbass, preppy daddy’s boy I always thought you were! And you!”

“What about me, babe? Go ahead. I’m waiting.” Eddie started moving forward, pushing you with his chest as he tried to corner you. “Need some help? I’m a freak. I’m like my dad…a no-good trouble making bad boy.”

You loop around him as you run up the stairs, his feet heavy behind you. You try to slam the bedroom door in his face but he blocks it with his hand. “Come on, Y/n! I’m waiting.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, I can do that to, if you want. We can go back to how things used to be especially if you want everyone to continue thinking you’re a slut. Let’s be honest though, they are probably going to think that anyway but at least we can still play with you.”

“We can play this game better, little girl. You think you can hurt us to get us to go away?” Steve sat on the bed as he watched you two talk, his tone laced with venom. “You know what, fuck it, Munson. She wants to go back to being our little fuck toy again we can do that. She doesn’t love us anymore anyway, right? RIGHT?!”

Your hair blocked your face as your head hung down to your chest. Eddie stepped closer to you as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper to make sure you fully opened your ears and heard what he was about to say. 

“Tell us you don’t love us anymore. Look Steve and I in the eyes and say those words. As soon as we hear them, we’ll leave. We’ll disappear from your life and you’ll never see us again after graduation. These next two months, we’ll leave you be and won’t even look your way. But I promise you, sweetheart, that won’t change how we feel about you. You’ll always be ours.”

Your eyes meet his soft brown eyes as you collapse in his arms. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed and takes a seat. Moving his shoulder, his palms grip your face as he forces you to look at him. 

“I’m just…tired of people…getting hurt.”, you hiccupped. “These past couple…of nights…I dream about my…parents and how…they called me a slut. When we got to school…I saw what they wrote on the board…and the blood on your faces—”

“I know, baby. I know. It was scary. You’ve been through a lot these past few days. We weren’t looking to start a fight. Steve tried to erase it before you got there but those kids got in his face… they swung first.”

“Daddy… I’m sorry. I don’t think of you the same way I did before. You’re…not stupid. I wish I could protect you guys…I was trying to…”

“I know, Y/N. I just need some time, okay?”

You nod, curling into Eddie’s chest as you cry. “Princess, you don’t have to protect us. It’s our job to take care of you.” He rocks you back and forth as he continues to try and sooth you. “You do so much for us already. I meant what I said. No one has ever loved me or cared about me the way you do.”

“Come on. We should…head back to your trailer.”, Steve sighs as he stands and heads for the van. 

########

You left Masie a note telling her what happened and that you’d see her at school tomorrow. As you entered the trailer, Eddie told you about how Wayne gave him some money and since you weren’t there, he had run to the nearest store to grab some clothes he thought you would like including the pajamas he handed you to get changed into. Steve was silent the entire way home, lost in his own thoughts. 

While the metalhead went outside to smoke a cigarette, an idea hit you. You wondered to where you remembered seeing Eddie’s uncle own collection of tapes, browsing them until you found what you were looking for. 

Without making eye contact, you swooped back into the bedroom where Steve was laying on the mattress. After inserting the tape, you turned to face him, hands laced behind your back. 

“Let’s Stay Together” began playing through the speakers, startling the man as he turned to face you. You smirked as you grabbed a brush on the dresser and held it to your lips like a microphone. 

“I, I'm I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you.”

“Y/N, no. Not right now.”, Steve responds but you can tell its half-hearted. 

“Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together Ooh, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue.”

You grin as he softly smiles in your direction. Eddie, hearing the music, comes in to lean against the doorframe as he watches you dance and sing. Swaying your hips, you move towards him. 

“Oh baby Let's, let's stay together ('gether) Lovin' you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad.”

After leaning up to kiss his lips, you focus back on Steve, reaching for his hands to pull him to his feet. As you continue to sing, his palms land on your hips as he starts moving with you making your smile grow as your face presses against his chest. He clings to you, threading his fingers through your hair as the song ends and a new one begins. 

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“Yeah, baby. Me to.”

***

That night you three crashed before the sun had fully descended, completely exhausted from the last few days. 

The sound of you groaning in your sleep caused Eddie to grumble awake a little after midnight. His hand that was currently resting on your hip casually drifted up to brush your hair back and caress your face. 

“It’s…it’s ok, baby. You’re…ok…”

Your face scrunched together as your body pushed back against Steve’s chest, jostling his eyes open. 

“Wha…huh. I’m here!”

“SH! She’s having a nightmare again.”

The man behind you sighed as his arm tightened around your frame. “We’re here, baby girl. You’re safe.” Eddie’s eyes scanned your face as his friend soothed you, his own thumb gently rubbing against your skin trying to calm you. 

The metalhead scooted himself closer to you, tracing his fingers along your lips as you continued to mumble. 

“Y/N, come back to us, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he tenderly kissed your forehead. As he continued to place soft kisses along your face, his hand slowly slid under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex in his palm. “Come back, baby.”

Eddie’s fingers gradually dip through your folds, circling your clit as his lips land on yours. Steve’s own mouth sucks on your shoulders and neck as his hands glide under your shirt, rubbing your soft tummy. 

“I love you, honey. Everything is ok. Your Daddy and Master are here.”

Your face steadily began to relax as your body curved into the boy behind you, you hand reaching out to land on the other boy’s back as you tried to pull him closer. 

“I love you to, princess. My beautiful, perfect girl. Can you open those gorgeous eyes for me?”

A soft moan left your lips as Eddie thrust two fingers into your core. “Ed-Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here. Can you feel me touching you, pretty girl?”

You subtly nod your head, still not fully awake and aware. “Steve?”

“I’m here to, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid further up your body as he massaged your breasts, rough fingertips playing with your nipples. 

“Can you do what I asked, little one? Can you open your eyes and look at me?” Your hand abruptly clings to his shoulder as your eyes open meeting his beautiful chocolate ones. “There she is. Back where she belongs.”

Your grip moves to his bicep, your other hand holding on to Steve’s under the pillow as Eddie pumped his fingers faster. 

“Please…”, you whimper as his forehead presses to your own. “Please, Sir. Make me cum.”

The sound of your slick filled his room as his hand moved faster between your legs. Roughly, you reached for him, yanking his lips to yours; the move itself startling him as he wasn’t used to you being forceful like that. 

You panted against his face as you came hard, tears flowing heavily down your cheeks as you slowly came back down from your high. The problem was… you couldn’t stop them. You fell asleep into a nightmare and woke up in heaven. Even though it would have been because of you, you almost lost them and for almost a day you had. The love they felt for you, how good they made you feel, the dates, movie nights in, the protectiveness, the way Eddie made you laugh, and the way Steve made you smile… for a moment it was gone. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re leaving us again. Come back.”

You hugged your arms around him, pulling the metalhead as close as you could before tugging at Steve’s hand to bring him closer to your back. 

“Honey…”

“I’m sorry.”, you whispered. “I just wanted to help…”

#######

Your father flung open the front door angrily after looking through the peep hole and seeing both boys on his front step. 

“Get away from my house.”

“We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to get some of her things so she has what she needs till she graduates.”

Eddie decided before they got there that Steve should do the bulk of the talking, afraid that either he would agitate things or not be able to control his temper. 

“Look, she wants to play adult and live this kind of life she can buy new things.”

“Sweetie.”, he exhaled at the sound of your mom’s voice. “Where is she?”

“She’s at school.”

“Why aren’t you two there?”, your dad asks in a sarcastic tone. “Fighting I’m guessing by your faces. Jesus, my daughter she can pick them. TWO of them it seems!”

“We got into a fight defending your daughter because some assholes decided to call her a slut in front of the entire classroom!”, Eddie snarled in their direction. “Yeah, but we’re the fuckers.”

“Eddie…”, the other boy warned. “Please, sir. Wayne has already done enough taking us in. Let us do this and we’ll be out of your hair.”

Your mom lightly pushes him aside and gestures towards your room. They quickly head that way, grab a duffle bag from your closet, and begin filling it with clothes. 

“Did she not want to come herself?”

“Not exactly, ma’am. She doesn’t know we’re here. We, um…never mind.”, Steve smiles politely as he focuses on his task. 

Eddie softly grins as he looks at pictures along your desk. There were so many images of you and Masie together along your vanity mirror. In frames, you had a lot of photos of you and your family including one of you making funny faces with your cousins in New York. He paused, however, when he moved some things to the side and found some images of you three hidden under some of your school papers. 

“No, please, tell me. I want to hear it.”, you mother sits on your bed as she waits for his answer. 

There was a polaroid you had taken when they were finally able to take you to the beach. The sun paled in comparison to your smile that day as you constantly beamed at them while swimming in the water or pushing your toes into the sand. You suggested a photo and Steve held it up high to get all three of you as you kissed his cheek and Eddie wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Fun at the beach! 1984 : ) I love these idiots!”

Another picture was one Steve must of taken when he took you to that play. You were wearing a gorgeous blue gown he had bought you. You didn’t know but his friend had spent hours with him wondering the mall trying to find something you would like. Steve kept insisting it had to be “beautiful like her”. In the photo, your back was leaning against his chest and he had his arm wrapped around your chest as his cheek pressed to yours.

“Night at the theater 1983. The play was great but the company was better *Muah!*”

“She’s been crying a lot these passed two days. At first, we thought it was the shock of everything and what happened in school yesterday but… she misses you both. After what your husband did, we were afraid that…even if she came with us…her having to see you two mad at her and looking down on her…it would just hurt her more.”

This photo Eddie didn’t even know you had taken. You held the camera above you both as he slept, his back had a good gleam of sweat still reflecting off his pale skin. Some of your make up had smeared down your eyes and your head was turned, looking at him with eyes full of compassion. 

“Finally saw Dio with this goofball <3 1983.”

“We meant what we said, Mrs. Y/L/N. We love your daughter and I’m sorry but we aren’t going to let you guys break her heart again.”

Eddie grabbed all your pictures and a couple of the frames, throwing them on top of your clothes as he cuts Steve off to zip up the bag. 

“Come on, man. I think we have everything.”, the metalhead mumbled as he started heading for the hallway. 

As they reached your front door, Steve turned around to face them both. “Thank you. Once we get an apartment or something we’ll come back for the rest. Her things and mine won’t all fit in Wayne’s trailer.”

“Both my parents abandoned me.”, Eddie blurted. Everyone in the room froze in place as they faced him. “My mother ran off to protect herself and never came back for me. She knew how he was especially with me and she left anyway. My father chose to continue to break the law instead of shaping up and being a dad. “

“Steve’s parent’s abandon him in that big ass house. For as long as I’ve known him, his dad was either on vacation or a business trip in another country with his mother. When Mr. Harrington is in Hawkins, he’s focused on his own business instead of his son. When we met Y/N, I’ll be the first to admit we were both assholes. It’s always been amusing to me how she thinks she doesn’t do enough for us yet she helped make us who we are today. She’s sweet, funny, extremely tough, so beautiful…I mean I could go on!”, he chuckles before continuing. 

“She tried breaking up with us the other night because she thought it would make everyone happy and according to her best friend it nearly broke her. I want you to think about that while you two are sitting alone in this house. That you would rather abandon her or have her be unhappy then to accept that she’s in love in with two people. That you would jump to calling her a whore then to understand how she’s feeling. She deserves better than that.”

With that he turned on his heels and headed for his van. Steve gave your parents one final nod, silently agreeing with Eddie before following him out the door.

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Wip Wednesday!

I was tagged by @khywren!! Thank you!!!!!

Part 3 of Beauty and the Bard is FINISHED, but my beta is currently the busiest woman in the world (she's getting mawwied 🤭) so it'll take a few more days until I officially post, but here's a bit of banter to make up for it! Find it below the cut:

“Oh, stop teasing her,” Alfira said, rolling her eyes. “Tell her how well she did and make her take my lute.” She held it out again.

“While yes, she did play wonderfully-”

You looked at Astarion, a little shocked. You weren’t sure he’d ever complimented your music before.

“-she won’t be needing the lute.”

“See,” you said to Alfira before pausing for a moment and turning back to Astarion. “I won’t?”

He shook his head at you. “It’s taken care of already,” he said to Alfira. 

She understood what he was saying and nodded. “How very kind of you,” she said, smiling. She reached forward and squeezed your hand. “I’ll make sure to see you again before we leave.” 

You nodded and smiled as she left to join Lakrissa again at the wine table.

You turned to Astarion who looked smug. He turned to face you and grinned.

“What was that?” you asked.

“What was what, darling?”

“With Alfira. ‘It’s taken care of already.’ Did you steal me a lute or something?”

Astarion brought his goblet to his lips, ignoring you.

You gasped, your mouth open in faux horror. “You did not.”

“And if I did?”

“Where?”

He groaned. “Enough questions. Come enjoy a drink with me.”

He took your hand and led you over to his tent. When you arrived, he dropped your hand and held up his cup for you to clink with his. He took a sip. 

“You know, I never pictured myself as a hero.”

You snorted. “Bold of you to assume that’s what you are.”

He rolled his eyes and continued. “Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I’m here…”

He held you in suspense as he took another drink of his wine. 

When he pulled the cup away, he scowled. “I hate it. This is awful.” 

“Aw,” you said, walking forward and wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling back a little. “Is this okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded.

You continued. “It’s not that bad. Think of all the goblins you killed.”

“True,” he agreed. “That was fun. Still, I would have liked more than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who curated the wine?”

“Yes, but it’s not like I had much variety to choose from. Plus the tieflings didn’t bring anything to write home about.” He cocked his hip to the side, then nodded to you. “Go ahead, give it a taste.”

You stepped back and swirled the wine in the goblet that Astarion had provided for you. You took a tentative sip of the heavy, rich red. It was dry and sharp. To be honest, it tasted like most other reds you’d had before.

Astarion leaned forward a bit to gauge your reaction. “See what I mean? Awful.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Why didn’t you pick a better one, then?”

“Darling, this is the best they had.” 

“How sad,” you sighed, clearly not as upset as he hoped you’d be.

He held up a hand and turned away from you. “None of you have any taste.” 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you brushed some hair out of his face. “You’ll have to share once you find something you actually like. That way I’ll know what to look for.”

He sighed heavily. “What would be the point? You probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Rude,” you scoffed. “But fair.” You looked at him thoughtfully. “Hang on, weren’t you and Karlach trying to get drunk?”

Astarion giggled stupidly. “Yes.”

You snorted. “How’d that go?”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Takes me a lot longer to get drunk. What with the dead liver and all.”

You furrowed your brow. “Wouldn’t lacking a working liver make you drunk immediately?”

Astarion whined, “I don’t know, but Karlach is completely inebriated and I only have a buzz I can already feel fading.”

You looked over to Karlach who was still dancing despite the fact that you and Alfira had finished your performance several minutes ago. She was trying to get Dammon and Zevlor to join her but both looked like they were searching for escape routes. 

You laughed. “Shame there’s no music to accompany her,” you said, half joking.

“An excellent point, my dear.” He turned to bend down, wobbling, but catching himself. He started rifling through his possessions. “Odd,” he mumbled, “I swore it was here.”

“What are you looking for?” you asked.

“Hmm?” He was clearly lost in thought. “Oh nothing, darling. But, um, do me a favor and go somewhere else for a minute.” He waved you away without looking at you.

[lillyspeakz]

wait- ghost?! (rewrite.)

a/n: well hello! I decided to rewrite part one (1) because I didn’t quite like it so I added some things to it! And plus my writing has since improved! So I hope you enjoy this rewrite and my silly little character.

warnings: death, murder, ghost, knife (also being thrown), blood mentioned once, brief mention of reader being short (they just can’t reach something), Wilbur being a flirt, Tommy being Tommy, mentions of food and if there’s anything else, please tell me!

wc: 2.0k

edited: not really.

You were new to the neighborhood, so you weren’t surprised when people were peaking out of their curtains when they saw you get out of the moving van. Or maybe it was because someone finally bought the house no one wanted to step foot in because of the horrors that had happened.

In the late 90’s, a man in his early 20’s, along with his 16 year old brother had been brutally murdered in the exact house that you bought. In the house you were now standing in and called a home. Nothing seemed off, but you could sense the anger and sadness that lingered still. You guessed it was from the walls holding all the memories that had been shattered the day the boys were found. All you did know was once the boys were found by the parents, they fled to the other side of the world, wanting to get far away from the place that caused them so much hurt.

You had been there armed by a lot of people, old owners to your family, telling you that somethings happened to people that tried to make that house a home and tried to forget about all the pain the house had gone through. Yet, here you were. In the house, standing in the middle of the empty but soon to be living room. As you turned in a circle, ideas running through your head as a smile over took your expression as you headed to the boxes filled with different trinkets. The furniture was already moved in, thanking yourself for planning ahead.

You had made quick work at unboxing everything for the bathroom, your bedroom and other miscellaneous things you had in the boxes. You saved the kitchen last, knowing that it’d take the longest, thankful that the kitchen was on the bigger side for parties.

As you moved all the boxes labeled ‘kitchen’, you began to open and unbox all the utensils and plates into their respective areas. You had music playing softly in the background, you softly humming and swaying to the melodies. Not paying attention, you went to grab the plates sitting on the island, not seeing the 6’ something man leaning against the counter with a smirk.

As you turned back around and placed the plates in the cupboard, you turned around and shrieked, finally seeing the tall man in front of you.

“Well, hello to you too darling.” The man held a smirk on his face as you quickly grabbed the knife that was once placed in the holder from behind you, holding it out towards him.

He had brown curly hair on top of his head that complimented his brown eyes. He wore a grey crewneck and black jeans on, and he held a good foot on you in height. He was in his early 20’s, maybe a little older than you, and he held a bright smile on his face.

“Who- Who are you?!” You shaking asked, pointed the knife closer to him, trying to defend yourself from whatever he was going to do. But all he did was laugh and shake his head at you.

“You don’t know who I am?! Also sweetheart, you can put that down. That won’t do anything for you.” The man said as he stood up and walked over to you, standing taller than you thought he would, pointing at the knife. Before he could take another steps forward, you threatened him once more.

“I swear- I’m not afraid to use this! Don’t come any further!” You shakingly told the tall man in front of you.

“Darling I promise that won’t do anything-“ as he started to take another step forward, you threw the knife at him. The silver object flew through the air and ended up lodged into his stomach. He froze and looked at you with the most disappointed face you’ve ever seen.

“Ow? Seriously sweetheart, what do you want me to say?!” He questioned as he took the knife out of his stomach. It was clean and the wound he should have isn’t drenching his shirt with the crimson blood. He was clean. No blood on the knife nor soaking up his shirt.

“What the hell-“ you said as you looked at him with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows. You wanted to rub your eyes, tell yourself you’re hallucinating this gorgeous yet intimidating man in front of you. Yet as he walked closer he made it near impossible to deny what was going on.

“Don’t look so scared! It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” The guy tried to joke but you just shook your head and rubbed your eyes, not believing what you were witnessing.

“This isn’t real, this isn’t real-“ you repeated as you turned towards the sink and splashed water on your face.

“What’s not real? Me?! Because let me tell me you darling-“ you quickly jumped back from the sink, now seeing the stranger sitting on the counter next to it. “Don’t be so jumpy love, I don’t bite- I mean, unless you want me too.”

You rolled your eyes at the quick flirt and quickly shook your head to gather your thoughts. “Ok- you better explain what’s going on and fast.”

The man sighed and hoped down from the counter. “How about introductions first yeah? We got off at the wrong foot. I’m William Watson-Gold. You may call me Wilbur or Wil, either is fine.” Wilbur said as he stepped closer to you. You moved back, bumping into the island and grasping the counter as if it’d protect you from this super attractive man in front of you. “What’s your name sweetness?” He smirked as he leant down to meet your eyes.

“Y/n.” You replied with a monotoned voice, not wanting him to know the effect he had on you so fast.

Wilbur’s smirk turned into one of a genuine smile in ways. His eyes stared into yours as almost to examine who you were and what your backstory was. Like he wanted to get to know you right that second, all the bad, good and who hurt you. But he quickly snapped out of his head and took a few steps back, the smirk being thrown back on his face as he looked in the living room.

“You can come out now Tom.” Wil yelled out as you quickly turned to the entrance of the kitchen, desperately trying to find the other intruder that was in your house.

“Fucking finally- you need to stop flirting with them! It’s very uncomfortable to watch!” The boy, Tom, complained as he hopped onto the island counter. He examined the whole kitchen before finding the fruit bowl beside him. His eyes widened as he gasped and picked up one of the apples you had bought earlier, biting into it with a groan. “Fuck Wil, you have to try this!”

“Ok- what the fuck?!” You yelled as you waved your hands around, trying to figure out what was going on in your home.

“Wait- do they not know we’re-“

“Dead? No, I haven’t gotten there yet. Now continuing my explanation- Me and Tom here are the two unfortunate men that got murdered in this house. We’ve been stuck in this shit hole ever since with very little human interaction besides each other.” Wilbur explained as he opened the refrigerator, examining the very little food you had put in the device.

“Which is why he’s being so flirty with yo- ow!” Tom yelled out as Wilbur showed up beside him and punched his arm while sending him a glare.

“So- you two are, dead?” You asked slowly, your brain trying to grasp this information and store it. The fact that you were talking to two dead people was beyond your comprehension, but the fact they weren’t trying to actively scare you out of the house or make your life a living hell was a slight surprise from what everyone told you.

“As dead as dead gets.” Wilbur said as he picked up one of the apples Tom had suggested he tried, and but into the juicy fruit. “Fuck- I forget how good food taste sometimes!”

“Wait-“ you went up to Wilbur and grabbed his hands, feeling the coldness his body carried with him. You were thinking your hand would go right through him like the shows portray- but your hand stayed perfectly in his.

As your hand met his, it felt like a shock went through your body, a warm shock. One that made you want to feel it all the time after one hit of it. Looking into his eyes, Wil was already looking at you with a sense of hope, maybe even longing. Wilbur would never admit it, but it felt like your hand was meant to be in his. Like it was a puzzle piece that fit perfectly together. “Then how can I touch you? Isn’t my hand supposed to like- go through you or some shit?” You asked hesitantly, Wil’s eyes still burning into you as you looked at Tom.

“Stupid movies. No. That shit isn’t real! But us- we are as real as it gets.” Tom said as he took another bite of the apple he had stolen, groaning in delight yet again as he pointed at you. “Can you get more of these?”

You nodded as you slowly let go of Wilbur’s hand, looking up at him to see his eyes furrowed and almost saddened at the thought of losing that warmth you provided him.

As you both continued to look at each other, not wanting to let the serene moment go, Tom noticed the silence and looks up at the two. Rolling his eyes, his hopped of the counter and stood in between the two, interrupting the confusingly long eye contact, and turned to look at Wilbur.

“I’m going to my room- it finally has a bed again and I need my beauty sleep. And for god sake Wil, STOP FLIRTING!” Tom yelled down the stairs. Wilbur scoffed as he looked down at the floor, hiding his face from you as it turned red.

“Um- so you guys are just going to be here? With me?” You asked as you went back to unloading everything. Wilbur cleared his throat as he looked back up at you, seeing how you struggled to get the cup on the highest shelve. He smiled and went over to you, grabbing the cup and placing it for you. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem. And yeah, unfortunately. But! We can be somewhat fun! At least you won’t be alone.” Wilbur stated as he moved out of the room and turned to look at you. “I’ll let you be for now darling. Just call my name if you need anything.” Wilbur nodded his head as he walked towards the stairs, disappearing once he passed the wall.

You felt a pang of sadness hit you as you were now left alone after all of that, not knowing he was right there in the room with you, he was just invisible at the moment. He felt like he needed to watch over you, make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid to put yourself in harm. He felt like it was his duty to protect you.

As you put the rest of the supplies away, you thought about what he said. He did have a point. At least you won’t be alone. That was the one thing that worried you.

But , how the hell are you supposed to live with two-

Ghost.

[authortobenamedlater]

E3 deep dive, brought to you by illness and cold medicine, you are warned.

I maybe should start just doing the highs and lows of each episode, because these take forever to write and I’m not sure how interesting they are for the rest of you. I was going to do highs and lows at the end of this post but it got too long.

We open up with Silver Team going rogue at Visegrad Relay, looking for their Cobalt comrades. It’s becoming increasingly clear that not only is this mission off the books, but John hasn’t told his team this. Not great for unit cohesion, Master Chief.

The base is eerily empty and there’s a rhythmic thumping sound. The Covenant? No, just a door opening and closing. Somehow that doesn’t feel much less scary.

Instead of the Covenant, we meet a swarm of Marines led by an impressively gutsy and likely ONI officer who puts herself between Silver Team and the ominously thumping door. She accuses John of stealing a Condor and falsifying a flight plan. This is news to the rest of Silver. John doesn’t care and barges through the door expecting to find Cobalt. He finds a whole lot of nothing. This doesn’t look like a cover-up at all, nope.

Next we whiplash to Ackerson having a touching and mundane moment with his father, who’s senile but not so far gone he doesn’t know he’s senile. Evidently Ackerson has been spilling classified information to his dad. In light of everything else going on, that’s pretty far down on Ackerson’s list of misdeeds. We also learn that “Julia” the mysterious flash clone was Ackerson’s sister. Why did he clone a bunch of her for Halsey? Ackerson Sr. reminds his son “You promised not to let them [the Covenant, presumably] take me alive.” Once again, nothing ominous here.

Then we have Dadmiral Keyes dressing down his overgrown children for ripping through the UCMJ like it’s wet toilet paper. You also get the feeling Keyes is getting squeezed into this and has information he should have shared with Silver, but was ordered not to. John asks if Ackerson is behind this, and everyone knows the answer but can’t say it.

John’s team is rightly furious with him for lying to them. Kai at least tries to reason with him but John’s not hearing it. The audience knows John is right and the UNSC-ONI machine is gaslighting him into thinking he doesn’t see what he knows he’s seeing. However, he’s still being a jerk about it and turning his own people against him. He doesn’t help his case when he mops the floor with his ONI babysitters like Steve Rogers taking out the Hydra guys in The Winter Soldier elevator scene.

Laera is trying to escape the Rubble and go after Soren, only to get wrapped up in Soren’s crew’s plot to steal the “Madrigal money.” Kwan continues to prove herself both useless and useful. With Madrigal glassed now, one has to wonder what role Kwan has to play. At the same time, she’s tough and resourceful, I have to give her that. She also tries to do what’s right. She knew Laera would die and went to rescue her, probably thinking she could reunite mother and son at some point but mom has to be alive for that to happen.

Laera, too, shows herself to be more than just a pretty face, resisting Antares’s interrogation even with a gun to her head. And the part where she says “I can usually reason with my husband” 🤣 it takes a real woman to hang with Soren-066. Plus, Laera always looks fabulous! I want to look that good if I ever get shoved in an airlock.

Got ahead of myself there, but some things work best tackled as a big chunk.

Riz seems to be increasingly disenchanted with Spartan life, not that I can blame her after how John treated her last week. Never mind that she’s been in constant pain for six months. She ends up at Louis’s place where we learn he and Danilo the PT are married. Riz asks Louis what “other things” there are to be besides a Spartan. We don’t get the rest of the conversation, but it looks like Riz might be getting ready to jump ship. She may find her options more limited once Reach falls, though.

Back at the ranch, we discover what actually happened to Cobalt. They were in fact at Visegrad, and ran into the Covenant. We don’t know if this happened before or after Silver Team showed up, but it confirms what we all thought: There’s some conspiracy to keep Covenant activity on Reach under wraps.

Keyes is clearly distraught over the four (remarkably intact) bodies in the morgue. THE DADMIRAL LOVES HIS OVERGROWN EMOTIONALLY STUNTED SPARTAN CHILDREN I am not taking questions on this. The exchange between him and Ackerson here is top-tier. When Ackerson tells Keyes to leave and Keyes says “I won’t run”? I don’t think you’re going to be in season 3, Jacob.

Kai goes to Ackerson, who admires her for defending her “CO.” John isn’t her “commanding officer.” He’s not an officer. I don’t know what they’d call him, though. “Your team leader”? I won’t bug you all with nitpicking terminology. Kai is so stir crazy that she asks to be deployed alone until John is cleared for combat. This, I suspect, is how she ends up with the S-IIIs.

John takes his concerns to Parangosky, who to the surprise of no one, has not really left ONI. He tells her the Covenant is on Reach and no one is listening to him. Parangosky doesn’t give him the help he’s looking for. She tells him to go back to FLEETCOM and lay low, and she’s brought a cadre of spooks to ensure his compliance. This does not placate the increasingly agitated Master Chief.

Ackerson visits Halsey in holo-jail and gives her a speech about how she made the Spartans “fragile” by implanting those pellets. He tells her that “these things [she] made, broken as they may be” will be the foundation for something greater. I suspect this is the Spartan-III program. It’s also what Adun says to Halsey’s clone right before he kills her and dissolves her in acid.

Then the bomb drops: Julia, Ackerson’s sister, was a Spartan who died from the augmentations. Suddenly everything about Ackerson makes sense.

But the bombs aren’t done dropping. Ackerson leaves, then walks back in with none other than Soren-066. He tells Halsey “I didn’t want you to be alone” and walks out. Halsey looks legit TERRIFIED when she sees Soren.

Finally, John goes to see Talia and finds her in church. I’m going Gaga over the religious references this year, you all don’t even know. Talia has a recording of the “interference” on Sanctuary, which we find out is also a prayer offered by the Arbiter not named Thel ‘Vadam, stating his intention to offer Reach as a burnt offering and place the Demon’s head on the altar.

While Talia is translating the prayer, we see a montage that notably shows us Ackerson giving his father a pill, probably cyanide, reiterating his promise that he wouldn’t let the Covenant take his dad alive. He tells his father “I have to go away” which is the third time he’s said as much in two episodes. As he’s walking out, Ackerson brings in a final Julia clone, and his dad thinks he’s seeing his little girl one last time. A teary-eyed Ackerson walks out, and the next time we see him he’s strapped into a troop transport. Going where, we wonder?

Then an explosion shatters the church’s windows and the episode ends.

All this sets us up for…next week it’s all going down.

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Freshly Made (Orange Cassidy Ficlet)

@blueblazezz I’ve never written for Orange Cassidy before and I haven’t watched him very much so bear with me through this one. I hope I do him justice. Shout out to @lookalivesunshine-x for helping me out by providing a plot line and title! You’re so awesome! 

Also, this will be more of a ficlet. I would love for it to be longer, but I’m not super comfortable writing about someone I’m so unfamiliar with, so I’m gonna keep it a bit on the short side.

Freshly Made

“But, Orange… I’m cooooold.”

“I know, babe, but the jacket is part of my persona. I can’t go out there without it again. This is the third time you’ve taken it in a month.”

You tried in vain to keep Orange’s jacket wrapped around you for warmth but Orange wasn’t having it. He gently took the jacket and put it on himself. And just at that moment his music hit.

He smiled softly at you and kissed you on the mouth–a quick kiss. “If you’re not too pissed at me, I have a surprise for you after my match.”

Only slightly bummed, you smiled and nodded. Then he was going through the curtain to face Rey Fenix for the AEW International Championship.

You watched the match on one of the monitors and gazed lovingly at your boyfriend through every kick, punch and kip up. Whether he was the one doing the hitting or being hit, you were proud of him. 

Finally the match reached its close when Orange hit Rey with the Mouse Trap and pinned him to the canvas, getting the 1…2…3! 

Your boyfriend was the first ever 2-time AEW International Champion!

You watched the screen as Orange bumped fists with Rocky and Hook. Then he slowly headed back up the ramp, holding his jaw.

You were there at Gorilla to greet him with a soft kiss to his sore jaw. “Congrats, babe! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he smiled despite the pain in his jaw and put his arm around your shoulders, leading you back to his dressing room. “I promised you a surprise, didn’t I?”

You nodded and let him lead you.

Once you reached the room, you immediately noticed a big, white gift box complete with pink ribbons, sitting on the sofa. 

“Aww, is this my surprise,” you asked. 

He nodded with a lazy grin. “Yep. Open it.”

You picked the gift box up and sat down on the sofa with it, and then lifted the lid. After moving aside a bunch of pink tissue paper, you saw some folded up denim in the box.

“Is this what I think it is??”

“Only one way to find out darlin’.” 

You lifted the denim up and unfolded it to find out indeed it was a denim jacket just like Orange’s only in your size.

“Oh, my gosh, I love it!”

“I’m glad,” Orange said, moving the gift box aside and sitting on the sofa beside you. “This way you can stay warm, and I don’t have to read about the fans wondering where my jacket is! Plus, when we go out to the ring together, we’ll match.”

“I love you,” you said out of the blue. You flushed, seeing as it was the first time either of you had said the L word.

“Don’t get shy on me,” Orange chuckled, “I love you too, ya know?”

He reached over and kissed you softly. “Go ahead. Try it on.”

You immediately stood to your feet and pulled the jacket on. It fit perfectly. 

“Oh wow, it couldn’t fit any better than this.”

“I had it made specifically for you. I took in one of your jackets to use as a pattern and this is what the seamstress came up with.

“It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome, babe. One jacket, freshly made and ready to wear,” he said teasingly.

You sat back down, this time on his lap, and kissed him. “You’re absolutely something else, you know that?”

“Don’t you forget it either,” he smiled, returning your kiss.

THE END

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[roryparis]

https://www.tumblr.com/roryparis/756921139018743808/the-thing-about-season-1-of-the-big-bang-theory-is

Saw your post regarding Leonard and Sheldon at the beginning of the show and what they were like versus how they became… and I definitely do agree that the writers and creative minds behind the show definitely did fudged a few things over the course of the show not just with our 4A duo turned 4th floor trio once Penny’s more established in their lives, but a lot of characters and relationships.

As a person who has read and watch a lot of interviews with the folks behind the show and read the behind-the-scenes book by Jessica Radloff… Unfortunately, it’s a too common occurrence with sitcoms that have both a large main cast and it being a series that becomes so popular that it has multiple seasons.

Add the fact that Chuck Lorre - one of the minds that birthed TBBt - has personally admitted to not being the type to plan ahead, which can cause storylines/plot/canon to suffer along with character development/growth, and he’s more known for his classic mean-spirited humor and drama gags than anything else… And you have the cons and hiccups of Big Bang explained.

Plus, while having a lot of creative minds in the writers room can be a good thing as you have people that you can soundboard off and help you figure out potential ideas. It can quickly become a too many cooks in the kitchen situation where in that analogy the ideas or “dishes” either get scrapped entirely, burned, or under satisfying/could have been better prepared. 

Lorre also has a reputation in the industry for being a bit of a control freak and in the behind-the-scenes book, he mentioned trying to adopt a more hands off stance and being more willing to listen to others opinions, which worked out with a lot of decisions in certain episodes, but also didn’t pan out too well when folks were trying to… I guess the word would be emulate his style in the writing once he stepped back from directing to let others take the reins… and well… 🤷🏻‍♀️ We got great episodes, good episodes, and depending on your mood episodes out of that.

anyway, now I’m rambling, but I just thought I’d go ahead and share what I know along with my opinion.

However, going back to the situation with Leonard and Sheldon, I do think it could’ve been handled differently, and if they wanted to go ahead and show like say… Sheldon being stuck while Leonard and the rest of the guys are moving forward with their lives and sort of learning to grow emotionally and socially, then it would better explain Sheldon‘s behavior since we know Sheldon is notoriously known for not liking change as he frankly is scared of it.

I certainly think there was a bit of a missed opportunity of having Leonard eventually understand just why Sheldon is responding this way - like a scared animal - and confronting his roommate/best friend in a way that reminds him that change isn’t bad but this behavior is out of line. We did see early on in the early seasons that Leonard - Howard, Penny, & the staff at CalTech too - was able to reach Sheldon through the use of logic that even Sheldon could deny their arguments no matter how much he pouted or sulked.

It’s part of the reason why I kind of love and hate that episode way later on where Sheldon makes a big stink about Leonard getting a dining room table for the apartment - Leonard makes a very solid argument about the good of change, but of course since it’s Sheldon and Sheldon is the breakout fan favorite… 🫤 plus, I know it’s to keep the iconic scene of them all eating takeout 🥡 dinner together around the coffee table.

oh that’s interesting about the behind the scenes stuff! i didn’t know any of that, thanks for sharing!

and then about leonard and sheldon, i think that they did show leonard moving while sheldon stays in place. like, i think that the central conflict in their relationship in later seasons was that leonard is changing his life and therefore their lives and sheldon is unhappy with that. and i think the reason for that is. sheldon in season 1 kind of already has his dream life. he’s passionate about his job and he’s free to pursue his hobbies and interests and he has friends who understand and are also passionate about both of those things. and then leonard i think is happy in the day to day for the same reasons that sheldon is. but unlike sheldon, leonard’s always had this picture of what he thinks life should look like and it isn’t the life he had at the time. so leonard was always going to make changes in his life and therefore their lives and it makes a lot of sense that sheldon would be upset about that both because he loves their life as is and because, as you said, he’s afraid of change. i personally didn’t mind the way that was handled. (i might have had issues with some individual storylines but those stemmed from the fact that it irritates me that sheldon was flanderized.)

and then i also tend to think that leonard did understand why a sheldon reacted that way to him changing their lives. and he argued the point a lot for small things but for big things, he empathised and always tried to help. like when he and penny stayed with sheldon after they got married instead of moving away. like i think that for me, the issue isn’t that leonard didn’t understand or love sheldon. he very clearly did. but i feel like later seasons did a bad job of showing that he liked sheldon. that they were best friends and had fun together. i feel like that started to feel less true and they more were saying that leonard views his love for sheldon as a burden.

[ginsakatoki]

Ok, this one is oddly specific but I hope it's fine with you. So I was thinking about this scenario: post-dmc5 Nero meets reader (who's also a hunter, well into her 30s) during Red Grave clean up and after some time he started seeing her as a mother figure, and the feeling is pretty much mutual. Now she's not very fond of Dante and Vergil (at first) for obvious reasons, so when they return from hell chaos ensues. Nothing super angsty, I just really want someone to slap those shit twins around a bit on Nero's behalf, cuz the boy deserves it <3 Would be extra fun to add Nico, Lady and Trish to the mix, but it's up to you. Thanks!

Oddly specific scenarios are what I like and need, plus this has found a soft spot in my heart and since I saw it in the requests I couldn’t help but want to write it. There is a part that might be a bit angsty but otherwise it’s pretty soft. I have just 1 request left for dmc, then I’ll take a break from it. Please, please ask me about other fandoms too when i open my requests again.

Anyway, sorry to make you wait this long, hope you enjoy it :)

Nero With a Motherly Reader

When I saw on the news what was happening in Red Grave I had to rush in, no matter what the authorities were saying, no matter if everyone was in a rush to leave the city, I had to get there. The idea that demons were slaughtering innocent people made me sick, how did they get in the city in such large numbers in the first place? I’m an experienced hunter and I know how demons usually act: they’re not pack creatures, they’re independent and enjoy the thrill of the hunt on their own. When they do work together, it’s in groups of five or six, so why are there thousands of demons all of a sudden? The answer is pretty obvious. A higher rank demon must have spawned in the city, and I am motivated to stop it. Well, that was the intention anyway.

I just got into the city, and it looks like the major fight has already ended, Red Grave is a mess and there isn’t a single soul around. Demolished buildings, alley walls painted red in blood, burnt ashes of what used to be people… it looks like a manifestation of Hell on Earth, a land owned by the dead. I drive around by car, avoiding corpses and rubble, until there is no access anymore.

I didn’t quite notice it before, but the stink of death surrounds me anywhere I turn, and it gets harder and harder to breathe… or resist the impulse to puke at any corner. Despite this scenery of death, the city is silent, and I’d definitely doubt anyone or anything was around, lurking in the shadow, if I didn’t know better.

I walk and walk until my feet start to hurt, and it becomes increasingly obvious that something is wrong. The demons should have attacked by now, yet all is still silent, eerily so… until it isn’t. A loud sound of engines starts roaring a few streets further, a motorbike perhaps?

I hurry towards the sound, guns in hand and the sniper rifle at my back. As I get closer, I start hearing the distinct sound of voices screaming at each other and a battle. I’m not sure if they’re fighting against each other or demons, though it all sounds very… chaotic.

“What the hell, Nico! Are you trying to get me killed?” Says the first voice, clearly a young male.

“Hell nah. You’re doing a wonderful job yerself” I can’t help but giggle a little, they sound like siblings that banter every day.

I get to a dead end and the fight is just ahead, unreachable by this road, but I refuse to turn tail and run. That’s when I notice a fire escape that heads to the roof, high ground it is. The battle still wages while I climb the ladder and new voices come in.

“Lady! On your back!”

“I got it!” A loud and powerful explosion almost knocks me down… was that a bazooka? I get to the rooftop and I finally manage to see the battle ahead. A large amount of demons is on the streets, a couple of dozens by the looks of it, and among them there are four people, each of them holding their own against multiple enemies at once. Not bad at all. If this were a game, they’d definitely get an SSS rank. I look around for the perfect spot to set up my rifle and give them support. Turns out I got ready to shoot at the perfect time: a demon was coming towards the young man by his blind spot and all his mates were busy in their own fights. With no hesitation I shoot the demon on the head, blasting it off. The man looks at my way for a moment, then continues his battle. I give support to each of them, getting enemies out of their way and protecting their backs. Soon enough the fight is over and before I can even blink the young man is at my side.

“Who are you? What are you doing here” he still has the gun in his hand, itching to shoot at any given moment.

“Calm down, boy” I slowly get up and hold my hands up “I’m a hunter, I came here to clean up this city. Just like you guys.”

The tension on his shoulders eases up, but he sure doesn’t give me the satisfaction of putting away his weapon.

“I had everything under control, you can go back now; we don’t need civilians around. And don’t call me boy.”

I stare at him confused, did he not hear me when I told him I’m a hunter? He seems to read the confusion from my face.

“I don’t buy it. You can’t be a hunter, you look like a mother or teacher if anything.” I don’t really have a reply to that, I mean. I _am_ a teacher… and I was a mother. Plus I don’t really dress like his hunter friends: no revealing clothes, no bad ass leather, just jeans and a comfy sweater but I get interrupted before I can reply.

“Yo Nero come here we gotta go! Wait who’s that? You find yerself a hot mama huh? You nasty”

“Oh, shut up Nico!” Once again, I giggle at their interactions.

“Say what you wish, boy, but you guys sure sound like you need a mother. Anyway, we really should go. Red Grave won’t clean itself.”

With that I head back to the street and meet the other members of the crew, the funny and solar Nico, the calm but strong Lady and the seductive and down to earth Trish, completely unaware that it will change my life.

It’s been three years since I met the crew and I must say, I grew attached to all of them, Nero and Nico in particular. They always banter and fight like teenagers but I know how much they care about each other. At first Nero was very skeptical about me and refused to even look my way for a long time, the more I was around, the less he opened up, if anything he closed off even more. Regardless I kept doing my own and, before I could even realize, I started making sure he always ate well (he had such an unbalanced diet I could feel my cholesterol rising just looking at him eat) and slept long enough. More than a few times I found myself covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep on the sofa or covering for him more than the others when we were out on missions or even worrying for him to the point I’d be the first to rush in and help him heal his injuries. It went on like this for a year until one day, when we were alone, he exploded with rage I couldn’t understand.

“Why are you doing this? You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not my mother, so why! I don’t need your stupid kindness and your stupid support, I’m not a child, just go away!” His whole body started to shake and tremble and, at first, I thought it was out of anger. I had to change my mind when I noticed the way he kept hiding his face from me, and how his voice had become a breath whispering me to go away. I didn’t quite realize until that moment how broken he was, how the conviction of being unlovable was rooted inside of him, how he felt unable of being cared for because he’d never known the unconditional love of a mother nor the protective kindness of a father. In a moment of epiphany I understood that everything I had done for him, it had never actually been _for him_, it had been for me. Salty tears started crawling to my cheeks before I could control them and words spilled out before I could choose which ones to say.

“I’m sorry, Nero. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would cause you pain. I just… I got to know you and you reminded me so much of my son. Of how grumpy and unhappy he looked the day I went to see him years after I gave him up for adoption believing it would be for the best because I was too young and too stupid. But it was not… it was not” my throat started to hurt and it got harder and harder to breathe.

“He got involved in some shady business and he got killed… he was just a boy. I wanted so desperately to get my son back, to fix my mistakes and I projected that on you… I only made my mistakes bigger. I’m sorry, Nero”. The little composure I had left vanished and I began crying uncontrollably, Nero’s whimpers and cries merging with mines while we looked into each other’s eyes. He closed the distance almost shyly, looking for comfort he didn’t think he deserved, and he hugged me desperately as if afraid I’d run away and leave him alone like all his parental figures had done.

We never talked about that day again, but things had clearly changed. Nero was not grumpy around me anymore, instead he liked to talk about how his days went and started coming to me for advices instead of trying to handle everything by himself like he always used to. He even introduced me to Kyrie and they both agreed I should come over to dine with them in the weekend, like a family.

I stare at Nero and Nico banter in the living room of Devil May cry reminiscing all the events in the past three years. It took time but it seems that Nero has almost healed from the wounds of loneliness and abandonment and I couldn’t be more proud. As I think this, the door opens with a loud thud and two tall men enter like they own the place (which they technically do). I’ve never met them before but the crew has talked a lot about them: Dante, the legendary devil hunter and Vergil… Nero’s father.

“We’re back!” Says the one I presume to be Dante “Why the long faces, no welcome home for us?”.

“We’re back? Is that all you have to say after vanishing for 3 goddamned years? What did you expect! A welcome home party with balloons and candles?” I speak before I can control myself, they cannot be serious.

“Excuse me, missy, but who are you? You’re trespassing, you know, this is my property. Is this your new partner, Nero?”. The nerves of this man.

“Stay away from my son” The twins stare at me, stunned, until Vergil decides to clear this up.

“Son? You’re not his biological mother”

“You’re right” I reply “I am not and, obviously, his ‘biological family’ did a much better job at taking care of him now didn’t you”.

The two men keep silent and lower their heads exchanging guilty glances.

“Now if you don’t have anything important to say, go to your rooms to think about what you’ve done and how not to fuck up again” they both look up, surprised.

“But-”

“No buts. If you’re not going to act like responsible adults, you’re not going to be treated like ones. Now go” they lower their heads once more and start walking towards the stairs.

“Yes ma’am”.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 147. brb x oc

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New Year’s Eve started nicely, with the three of them returning to the fallen cabin so Bea could write her name on what was left of the wood. Rooster mentioned that it wouldn’t last too long and there was always the chance that it’d disappear by next year…but she knew how important this was for him.

When they got back to the cabin however, Beatrice noticed how Rooster would stay a bit distant and mess with his phone when she wasn’t looking. She just assumed he was talking to Mav and everyone else, sending them celebratory texts and happy holidays since they’d only be able to meet all of them after they left.

She loved the idea of spending time with her family, but she also didn’t mind…having other people? Maybe it was the little girl in her that was so used to big reunions and parties, because Beatrice liked the idea of more people around them, “Do you think they’ll have New Year’s Eve parties?” she questions him once he walks into the kitchen to sip on some coffee.

“Hm?”

“Everyone else, do you think they’ll have parties?”

“I think some of them will,” he shrugs, “At least I know Bob is going somewhere and Jake too.”

“Ah.”

“Why?”

She shrugged with a small frown, “No reason, I was just curious.I’m really happy we’ll spend the New Years together and maybe next year we can do something  with everyone again,right?” she smiles after a while, pouring herself some cocoa and bringing it up to her lips so she could sip on it silently, resting her lower back against the counter as Bradley stands next to her.

“Sure.” he shrugs, shoulders touching hers as they look ahead to where Nicole was, sitting against Jolene with her head tilted to the tv, “You miss ‘em?”

“I think I’d miss the uh…noise and celebration.’ she smiles apologetically, “Which is kinda dumb, I shouldn’t feel like that.”

“Well, you are an amazing hostess.” he adds, pursing his lips, “And everyone loves you…so. It could be why.” she just gives him a look with a shy smile, playfully elbowing his arm and making him laugh, “What? It’s true! You always deliver during the Holidays ,gorgeous. You know how much I love when you do that.”

“mmm,well,” she shrugs back at him, “I do try my best.”

“Your best always leaves everyone’s jaws hanging.”

Beatrice’s soft laugh and the subtle dip of her head forward after he says that only makes him happier, hugging her side to his and kissing her head. He sighed as he keeps her close to him, “...we can always video chat them.” she lifts her head from his shoulder and blinks up at him with her lips parted “If you want to,I’m sure they can figure something out.”

Beatrice opens her mouth then closes it, only to stare at him for a few more seconds, “But…well, would you be okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“W-Well because, this is our um…our family celebration?’ she murmurs, “And you know I thought you would like to be away from them for a little while?”

Rooster hummed with his smile widening, “C’mere you.” he opens his arms for her so she is engulfed between those huge arms of his and his lips return to her head, “They are still my friends and even if they are a pain in my ass, I like them.I can endure a few video chats, why not?” he brushes the back of her head with his fingers as he props his chin on top, “...besides, I think it’d be fun. We might get deployed soon after we get back, we need that…sociality.”

“...okay.” she looks up at him with a grin, “Okay, if you are alright with it.”

“Very.” he cups her face in his hands before he kisses the tip of her nose, pressing their foreheads together with a happy breath escaping his nose as they hear the sound of Nicole’s giggle coming from the living room,clearly enjoying the tv show she was watching right now with the dogs around her. Beatrice smiles back at him, putting her mug aside to cup her hands above his and curling her fingers around his own, “I’m okay.” he answers after a while, knowing that’s something that clearly was on her mind.

“I know you are, but still.” she whispers, “I just like seeing you so…relaxed.” he peeks one eye open at her, his smile widening, “Because you can be really into your head and ever since we got here…it’s like a weight left your shoulders,Roos.”

“I feel like it too.” 

“Is it because of Nikki?”

He lifts his head from hers to look over at Nicole, their little girl was already sitting on her own while chewing her teething ring, her hair remained in that caramel shade of brown and her eyes were as bright as Beatrice’s like a pair of precious stones. He smiles, ‘That too…I think it’s more of…I don’t know, a way to heal internally. I used to take so long in coming here, and whenever I did come I’d leave quickly because it hurt…and not it doesn’t, not that much. And I have you to thank.”

That made her blink in surprise, “Me? Why?”

“Because you are just kind.” he shrugs, “And you are open and you are sweet…and you want to know what I feel and what I’m thinking and…and you just are this beam of light that illuminates my life every single day.” he is immensely sincere when he says it, his eyes never leaving hers, “You just made me more open to a lot of things…especially my demons.”

He stops touching her cheek to drop his hand to his side, pushing himself to sit on the counter top with Beatrice following suit. Like this they could be comfortable and still look at Nicole without worries of her getting hurt or waddling awaye, “You know how hard it can be.” he mutters “To let shit go, hell I would’ve kept shit inside of me for as long as I could, then probably cry myself to sleep and ignore it for the rest of the day…you helped me break some of the ideas I had.”

“You do keep a lot of stuff in.”

“Hah, boy do I.” he laughs bitterly,”I just thought if I worked really fuckin’ hard I wouldn’t have to think about those things and well,it did help a bit sometimes. And then I met you and God I was just so smitten…and you made me feel comfortable and you made me feel safe.” he could see her posture change when he said that, “I know you say I make you feel safe but hell it’s the same with you. I don’t have to hide anything for you, you listen, you care…and you do voice your displeasures whenever you feel like doing so too. It’s healthy.”

“From the way you are saying it, the relationships before me weren’t that healthy then.”

“Not really? I just wasn’t ready then either, so it was more…of a maturity thing. We were just grown up kids in college, I mean what the hell, what did I know? My mom was sick almost every year before she passed…it was a lot for me to think about.”

Beatrice frowned, placing her hand on top of his and squeezing it gently, “I understand.” she whispers while rubbing his knuckles, “It’s just…I mean I’m honored but I…I really love you. And I love seeing you happy and seeing you okay…if I can help,I’ll try my best to.Even if you don’t want me to.”

Her husband rolled his eyes, “I mean you wanted to fight my superiors more than once.”

“And you think I won’t? I’ve seen Evelyn’s dad,she’d definitely give me the green light to beat him up if he did something to you.”

The image of Beatrice, who was 5’8” beating the crap out of Cyclone who was much taller than her was amusingly hilarious and he couldn’t even help the snort that came out of him, a snort that turned into a laugh and eventually both of them were laughing like teenagers with Beatrice hugging his arm and pressing her face to his shoulder. He even wiped the tears on his eyes after a while, “Oh God,whew that was so funny…not gonna lie, it’d be funny as fuck if I didn’t wanted to protect you from his ire.”

“Oh I could handle it.”

“Baby, no.” he taps the end of her nose, then kisses her lips with a gentle smacking sound, “You are painfully adorable. No wonder Nikki is so cute.”

“She looks more like you though.”

“A little.” 

“I’ve seen your baby pictures Brad.” she says softly, kissing his cheek, “She’s just as cute as you were.” and as if on cue, Nicole lets out a cry - not because she was hurt but more of annoyance- before looking over to her parents, her little face scrunched up, “Oh I think it’s time to change her.” she hops off the counter to look at Rooster, “You coming with?”

“Yeah,” he holds up his mug, “Just let me finish this and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

“Okay.” she smiles and then kisses his lips, giggling when he tries to deepen and backing away before he could. He keeps his eyes on Beatrice - trying his best to not look at her ass when she bends over to pick Nicole up - and then grins at Nikki, giving her a cute wave when she looks over Beatrice’s shoulder. Nicole giggles, her chubby cheeks appearing fuller and her gummy grin greeting him before the two disappear up the stairs.

Rooster waits until he hears that Beatrice is in the bedroom before he quickly pulls out his phone to check on the messages. It was risky but it’d be fun, he knew she’d like it especially because she mentioned how she’d like to see the others right now, which he didn’t mind since the New Years’ Eve is a social celebration.

He has to be quick about it though.

And he looks unimpressed.

Rooster(09:09)

Who changed the groupchat’s name to ‘Rooster’s Indiana Jones Adventure?’

Shells (09:10)

I dunno.

Evelyn(09:10)

It was Shells.

Shells(09:10)

Tattle-tail.

Rooster (09:11)

Nvm that, listen, are you guys ready? Is everything alright? Who hasn’t said anything yet?

Bob(09:12)

We’re already here. I think all of us are, we managed to get here in time.

Phoenix (09:12)

I hate this weather, it’s terrible. How do you even deal with this?

Payback (09:13)

It’s not as bas as Philly though, could be much colder. This is child’s play.

Fanboy (09:13)

You all are crazy, I can’t feel my fucking toes man. And I’m inside!!

Shells (09:14)

I’m all bundled up like a lil’ burrito so I’m all good.

Rooster (09:14)

Did you guys get everything? Bea has no idea at all.

Evelyn(09:15)

Yes, thank you Roos. If you hadn’t talked to Martha we wouldn’t be able to pull any of this off. She’s…um…really mysterious.

Coyote (09:16)

She said my grandpa wanted to talk to me and he’s been dead for over ten years!!

Payback (09:17)

Same, she asked about my great aunt and i was like what the fuck??

Payback (09:19)

Not that it’s bad though. It’s just…different.

Rooster (09:21)

Yes,yes guys I know. I just want to know if you all got everything? This was hard to pull off and has to be perfect, you know that.

Shells (09:23)

Get your panties out of your ass,Rooster. We are all fine. We are just gonna nap till it’s late! And then we’ll go there, by the way, is the garage big enough for a minivan?

Rooster (09:25)

Yes,I checked with the people here. They all know you guys are coming over, just don’t talk to Bea about it.She needs to be surprised.

“Brad?” he looks up when he hears Beatrice calling his name, quickly typing a goodbye and shoving his phone in his pocket before he chugs what was left of his coffee - trying not to choke on the way was a great idea - and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stepping over the sleeping dogs to the staircase.

‘Coming!’ 

-

He had to play it cool, the weather was…nice, which meant they’d get there safely. It’d be good, it’d be okay and Beatrice had no idea. They were still dressed up, he knew she’d like to even if she thought no one else was coming over and she looked so good with that skin tight long sleeved green dress that he couldn’t stop looking at her, even tilting his head ever so slightly when she leaned down to check on Jack’s sleeping form.

“Roos.”

He snaps his eyes to her face when she slowly turns her head over her shoulder to smile at him knowingly, one of her hands propping on her hip as she cocked it to the side, “You are looking at my ass.”

He has his hand on his chin as his eyes flick downwards, “Yes.” he smirks, “You look beautiful like this.”

“Oh you know,” she laughs, running her hands down her dress and looking at her sock covered feet, her socks had little avocados on them and they matched her dress, “I thought it’d be nice, because even if it’s just us we can still dress up right?”

“Right, of course.” he smiles, flicking his gaze quickly to his watch and then back at Beatrice, “And Nikki?” his wife reaches down beyond his vision on the couch to pick Nicole up. The little girl was wearing such a cute mossy green jumper that he wasn’t sure if she was inspired by Beatrice’s outfit or Rooster’s aviator jumpsuit but she looked absolutely adorable, so much it was painful to look at. 

He pushed himself off the counter to pick Nicole up, nuzzling her cheek and neck, nomming at it playfully just so their daughter could giggle at him. Rooster laughed alongside her, bouncing her a bit on his arms and then turning to Bea, “I think we all look rather sharp.” Beatrice nods, adjusting the turtleneck sweater on his throat and running her hands down his biceps adoringly but quickly avoiding his eyes when he gave her a look, his wife just blushed a bright shade of red and looked at the living room’s windows. “It’s not snowing as much anymore.”

“it’s not.”

“I think I can even see some of the lights in the distance.”

He didn’t stop her when she walked to the windows to have a better look, instead the turned his wrist while still holding Nicole to check the time, muttering a quiet ‘nice’ before quickly slapping on a neutral face when Bea turned to face him again, her smile sweet, “Oh I just can’t wait, it’ll be so much fun won’t it,Roos?”

“Absolutely.” and she looks back out the window, her fingers pressed against the glass as she looks at the quiet surroundings with her smile present….and then she sees something strange. There are a pair of lights coming up the road, like a car’s headlights, but they weren’t running by faster, in fact the car turned to the cabin. “Um, Roos.” 

“Yeah?”

“There’s a car, um…kinda parking outside.”

“No way,” oh he was such a good actor, walking closer to the window to have a better look, “Looks like a minivan,doesn’t it?”

“It does!” she blinks more, seeing a group of people walk out and she immediately shielded Nicole from the window, stepping closer to Rooster, “Rooster,we need to-” but a sound, a very specific sound made her stop.

“Babes! Open the door for us will ya? We are freezing out here!”

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday Game

Tagged by @wannab-urs @frenchiereading @megamindsecretlair @pedroshotwifey

Thank you all tagging me 🥰 You all know I always have ideas, the problem is usually follow through. 😂 and completion.

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! I've got lots of lore to share + more snippets, etc.

My March Spring Prompts! I’m really enjoying doing them this month. I’ve been trying to include as many different Pedro and Oscar characters as possible with some connecting drabbles. 🥰

A sample of part two of "The Lake between Us" (Thank you all for enjoying part one, I didn't quite expect such a response for it. Should I make a tag list for it? 🤔) Ezra AU x plus size OFC - name in future parts:

Things were tenuous at first but they worked out she’s to call him ‘Uncle’ or Mr. Ezra. It worked better in social situations and she became his little ‘Birdie.’ Scaling down the jobs he took on to mitigate risk was a challenge and were worth less but he had to live not only for himself now. The pair moved around some before he enrolled her in school in Louisiana but ensured that he taught her when she came home in the evenings and on the weekends. The child hated the extra lesions, but it enabled her to be leagues ahead of her peers as far as studies went. Ezra was determined not to suffer another fool and would do what he could so that Cee wouldn’t follow in her father’s steps of idiocy. The results of his care, diligence and support was realized at both her high school graduation which he had never imagined attending anyone’s graduation except his own and to travel with his charge to see the college she’d chosen.

Nuestras canciones (Our Songs) Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC) @reallyrallyauthor liked my Santiago spring prompt for today so I felt motivated to finally write another part to this mini-series:

Santiago saw a woman by herself lost in the music, the glow from her skin from perspiration. He didn’t see a reason why he shouldn’t make his way over to her so he did, but he waited until she opened her eyes again and was surprised by him. She laughed and apologized where he told her there was no reason to. Holding his hands out, she peered down and slid her fingers along his palms. The last song died down and the next started, it was slower, sensual, intimate. Garcia interlocked his fingers with hers as they moved back and forth, step by step. His eyes met hers, pulling one of her hands toward him and placing it on his shoulder. His palm found a place on her hip as his lips skimmed her forearm up to her shoulder, pulling her closer. They didn’t say anything as they moved in sync. Once the music ended this time, they stepped outside so they could hear each other speak. By the time they finally exchanged phone numbers, the club was emptying out and Amalia looked toward her friends as did Santiago. The pair had spoken about the dancing, club, food, drinks, if they were single, music and a few bad jokes. Well, between the both of them, quite a few bad jokes. 

My third WIP is one that I choose to blame @mysterious-moonstruck-musings since she fancies herself a sweet Dieter. So I gotta deliver because this is what she wants apparently. 🤭 I have vibes and two paragraphs at this point. Basically, you meet Dieter through one of his PA (because he's got 4 or 5 personal assistants who keeps track?) and he finds drawn to you? Was it crocs? Was it pizza? Was it a two am dance party to Paramore and Linkin Park? Maybe it was all of them or something else entirely? I'll work it out.

My last WIP is one I've been kicking around for a bit. It's a WIP I have with Marcus Pike. I've been dabbling him after a shooting or passing his firearm recertification exam and having PTSD (because I haven't tortured a Pedro character recently 👀) This one is also vibes, still working it out. I started mentioning therapy in my March prompts and it snowballed into this WIP.

This is what I have this week. Poor Javi G's outline still isn't vibing with me. I am going to figure it out though. 😭

Let me know if you have any questions about any of them. 🤗

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @morallyinept @inept-the-magnificent @covetyou @chronically-ghosted @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @gemmahale @schnarfer @romanarose @perotovar @soft-girl-musings @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tinytinymenace @alltheglitterandtheroar @drawingdroid @yourcoolauntie @trulybetty @hannibals-favourite-meal @thefrogdalorian @gasolinerainbowpuddles

[cinamun]

Hey fren! I have a ton of questions. Lmk if I’m being too intrusive or nosey lol.

I love your story, I always have to give you your flowers when I write you!! All hail the Queen 🙌🏾🙌🏾💐💐💐

Ok my questions:

For starting out posting and editing, do you keep a schedule for yourself to stay organized? Rn I’m finally posting on my simblr after 3 years but I find myself just constantly taking screenies instead of posting and organizing the story. It feels chaotic lol the only organizing I’ve done just for game play in general is shopping for CC every other day (it’s an addiction)

A question I wanted to ask for a while is, if you are commissioning someone for poses what are the average prices you pay (or better yet, what do you think a good price is to pay for pose commission)? Sometimes I have these perfect poses in my head and when I’ve searched for hours I normally just end up giving up.

Lastly, I noticed your post from yesterday said you had 25 photos loaded in photoshop. Do you have all the art board (or images) side by side to edit them consistently and simultaneously?

Thank you if you answer!!

Good morning bestie!! Let me just go on ahead and adjust this crown right quick lol THANK YOU and I got you!

I'm chaotic and impulsive but I have a little bit of a routine. Follow me under the cut!

Okay, SO!! For the first question about posting and editing.... I usually have an idea for the next scene while working on the previous one. So when I go in-game for story updates, the idea is already there and I'm just setting up shots and making the scenes look good. I don't have a schedule other than my posting schedule, so when you mention last night, I was editing pics that I had taken earlier in the day or the day before. So my schedule is usually sitting in photoshop all night the day before I post.

For pose commissions, I've only done that twice. I've had real good luck over the years finding poses or animations for anything I've needed. I would say make an offer to donate to them if you know their shit is dope and move anywhere between $5 to $10 USD. For the poses I commissioned, they weren't released publically so that's extra special (tip them more!). Also keep in mind if you're asking for accessories to be used, how many sims are in the pose, etc. For pose searching, try to be as vague as you can. "ts4 cleaning poses" and then see what comes up is one example and don't shy away from animations! They work with pose player, most without WW and can make for some great screenshots.

I load up all the pictures in Photoshop plus whatever templates I'm using (like the texting one or the dust overlays), and edit in order of sequence. This is where all the dialogue happens so sometimes I edit out of order if I know the dialogue for one scene already and maybe not the others. I hope i'm making sense lol. I spend a lot of time on this part because the words might change given which picture I've decided on (some scenes I take multiple screenshots of and multiple angles and then decide later which one to use). I go pic by pic, doing editing and adding dialogue individually then saving them, closing them and moving on to the next one. Once I'm completely done then I flip through them a few times as if I were the reader to try and catch any typos, etc.

This got really long but let me know if that helps or if I can elaborate more!!

[heat--end]

Gaeric Week Day 4: Family

aka Whoops, I Didn't Do Anything For The Other Days! Sorry About That

i am a known Big Enjoyer of irida & gaeric's relationship and how it couldve been fleshed out in the games. i think there's a lot of potential there, both in how irida looks up to him, and even moreso, how gaeric views her. i really like the idea of gaeric being like, a supportive figure for irida when she lost her mom (and we don't see her dad, so i like to imagine gaeric's like, her psudeo father figure of sorts). especially in him training her, yknow? so, i threw something together for it. its a little messy perhaps, but i'd be DAMNED if i was missing writing for this

shoutouts to @gaeric-appreciation / @fighter-spirits for coming up with this and making my "that's her dad. that's her dad" brain run wild. xie are my hero. thank ur heart

“We’ll call it there, Irida! Come on back.”

“Mmh!”

Gaeric watched with pride as Irida came back to him, looking visibly exhausted as she did. She had worked quite hard today, especially in such harsh conditions – the winds of the Alabaster Icelands were blowing rather harshly today, it seemed. 

“Are you sure we should call it there, sir?” Irida walked up to Lord Avalugg’s warden, her breath sharp and heavy as Gaeric handed her a small flask with cool water in it – good to help her get her energy back, especially after she was pushing herself. She quickly opened it and took a drink, letting out a loud gasp of exhaustion as she drank it down rather quickly. “Don’t we normally go for longer?”

“Wahaha! I like your energy! Normally, yes, we would go for longer,” Gaeric said, staring up at the sky, which was turning a soft orange colour – indicating that day was beginning to turn into evening. It was a clear day, but with the sun setting, it was best to reign it in early. Plus, she seemed rather exhausted already – she was working harder than usual, pulling along the small Bergmites that he let her do as part of training. The Bergmite scurried off into the distance, having fulfilled their purpose thusly and were returning back to the Pearl Settlement.

He looked back at Irida, smiling. “However, it does no good to overexert yourself. I understand your passion, but pushing yourself too hard does more harm than good! You have to understand your limits, after all!” He let out a small laugh. “Rest is just as much of your training as is anything else, Irida.”

A small frown was on the girl’s face as she heard that, which made Gaeric’s expression turn to one of slight confusion. She glanced downwards as their eyes met. “That’s true, sir, but… I have to ensure I’m doing my best each day. If I’m not, then… I’m not sure I’ll be able to match up to the role ahead of me.”

Gaeric was a bit confused. Irida had been working incredibly hard thus far – she was determined in her goal. What could she be nervous about, to the point of almost pushing herself like she did?

“Is everything okay, Irida?” Gaeric’s voice had a tone of slight concern to it. He had seen Irida in many ways before, but this was slightly new for him. 

Irida looked up, a little shocked by Gaeric noticing it. “Sorry, sir. My mind seemed to wander a bit. I’ll, um… I’ll try not to worry about it, and–”

Irida looked a little more surprised when Gaeric knelt down to her level, putting a hand on her shoulder. He gave her a simple look, one that asked a simple question – it was entirely on her to respond, and if she didn’t, he’d leave it at that. 

There was a brief moment of silence, the soft winds of the Alabaster Icelands being the only sound in the air. 

The young girl looked a little nervous, hesitating a few times and looking back into Gaeric’s eyes, before beginning to speak once more.

“...I just wonder if I’m cut out for this.”

His eyes softened, and Irida continued to speak, her voice a little lower than it was earlier.

“I don’t want to fall behind, sir. If I’m unable to do my best, then… Well, I wouldn’t be able to become the Pearl Clan’s leader. And then, all of this would have been for nought. I don’t want to let you down, but… I also wouldn’t know what to do, then.”

Ah. So it was about that, it seemed.

Irida’s glance continued to drift downwards. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint everybody, even if I would be happy for Palina. So… I have to give it my all. That’s what it would mean to be the Pearl Clan’s leader, and I want to be devoted to it.”

Gaeric closed his eyes and hummed in thought. “I see, I see. Had I known this was on your mind, Irida, I would have said something about it sooner.”

She looked up, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

“You see,” Gaeric said, smiling, “not many take up the time to train with me. While some have tried – a lot of them have backed out, perhaps not feeling they were cut to the task of it all. But you?” He gave a cheerful grin. “When you told me you wanted me to help you train to become a better potential leader of the Pearl Clan, I was a little hesitant, at first. But you always kept coming back. You kept on impressing me. And now, you’ve stuck around this long.”

He stood up again, looking towards the Pearl Settlement. 

“To me, that shows incredible strength already. To want to work so hard for the sake of the Pearl Clan… well, that’s quite the feat in itself. But, going to such lengths such as this, and committing to it, that’s another form of strength, and one you have shown me time and time again.” He turned back to face Irida. “Of course, you’ve still got a ways to go, but… you’ve made considerable progress thus far, Irida.”

His expression turned into a sincere smile as he stared down at her, a hand on his hip.

“And regardless of what happens, that’s a very strong trait to have – and I’m proud of you for coming this far, and I know I’ll continue to be proud of you no matter what.”

Shock was on the young girl’s face, which amused Gaeric a little. She looked as if it was a bit of a revelation for her – but perhaps this was to be expected, given that she didn’t have any direct family of her own at the moment.

But perhaps, then, that was why Gaeric always tried his best to ensure the best for her – to make her know she could be the best person she could be. If Irida didn’t have that family, then he would do his best to be that family for her. Calaba and Palina helped with that too, but he wanted to be there in just the same vein. 

Gaeric knew, more than anybody else, that Irida was more than capable of being the leader of the Pearl Clan. And he wanted to ensure that was something she was well aware of.

“No matter what happens, your family is with the Pearl Clan. And they know that just as much as you do. We’re all part of that family, and we’ll all stick together, working across this space that almighty Sinnoh gave us. I know you can lead us to greatness in the future, but even if you didn’t,” he said, rustling her hair, “I know mighty well you’d still be able to provide greatness to the people of the Pearl Clan.”

Irida grumbled at Gaeric mussing up her hair, quickly straightening it back into place, but giving a slightly contented sigh and a smile afterwards. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate that. I’ll continue to try my best, as always.” She clenched her fist tightly, holding it to her chest. “And I won’t forget those words. I’ll do my best to make my family proud!”

Don’t worry, Irida. You already have – I’m sure of it.

After all, he was proud of her, wasn’t he?

“That’s the spirit!” He let out a hearty laugh once more, before beginning to walk towards the Pearl Settlement. “Now, let us head back! I’m sure you must be starving after such a long day.”

“Coming, sir!” Irida’s voice had a cheerier tone to it as she began to run up to him…

…before running past him entirely.

“One last race! I’m sure I’ll beat you this time!”

“Wha–”

His shock turned to another roaring laugh, before easing into a smirk. “I’ll be nice, and give you a headstart! With these toned legs, I’ll catch up to you in no time!”

And as he watched Irida run off, laughing at Gaeric’s gesture, he looked onwards with a proud smile at what he knew would be the Pearl Clan’s future leader.

He knew Irida would make his family – the Pearl Clan – awfully proud. And, he knew that he was already proud of her.

“Alright! Your time’s up – now I’m taking off!”

And with a last chuckle to himself, Gaeric darted forward, well past the Irida who was trying her best to keep up.

…He still had to show her how far she could go, after all!