#Trans Tommy H

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about weird n rough quint sex with Omega/Phantom....

CW - Dubcon, forced bonding, quint-intox, forced heat/rut, breeding, trans male Phantom

(based off a convo me and Hypnone were having.)

Phantom is very new to his magick, there's no doubt about it. Can't heal more than a carpet burn or a paper cut, and even still he can only scab it. So, he gets an appointment with Omega! The older quintessence is much more advanced in healing magick, just a little bit more than Aether is. Who's a better teacher than that?

They're settled in their own ritual, lights dim with only candle and sigil glows at their light. Decorated in usual quintessence jewels and chains, Phantom snuggled in his mesh cashmere shawl. Omega tries to make it fun, keep Phantom in high spirits as he gets defeated very fast. He starts with showing how to heal simple wounds, Omega taking the initiative and (sadly) swiping his fingers along sharp paper.

Little bat's tail is wagging and so focused, Omega can't help but laugh as Phantom has the habit of sticking his tongue out as he focuses. Once he gets it down good enough, they make another appointment for next week. Then the next, and the next, then finally—that day.

"We're going to focus on the body and mind, and how to read someone's health through it." Omega is just calm, Phantom right across from him as they're focusing on projecting themselves into one another.

Of course, takes Phantom about an hour before he lets out a little gasp with his eyes still closed, wings still fluttering. "Woah! It's so... Colorful..."

"Isn't it? Now, let yourself move around, start with the heart."

So, he does. Phantom is giggling as he can see the clearest anatomy of Omega's heart. They're continuing to move around, feel one another, but Phantom gets a little bit messy when it's time for the mind. He's having a harder time navigating, getting frustrated and upset as he just can't seem to figure it out.

"Take a deep breath, you're stressing yourself out. With a stressed out mind, you're unable to focus on anything." Omega can feel Phantom poking around, his essence just bouncing around and trying to figure out what to do. "You need to stay on the surface level, you can't—"

Phantom touched something. Something he shouldn't have. Bat still has his eyes closed, trying to understand what the fuck he's doing before he's suddenly pushed out, literally being knocked onto his back. Phantom looks up and seeing Omega on top of him, with the most hellish growl and snarl Phantom's ever seen. He's scared. His scent radiates that.

"Omega?" He's whining, seeing Omega's eyes are full of stars. "Omega...?"

His answer is Omega's fangs being bared and slamming down into Phantom's bond mark. He's screaming now, kicking and pulling away from the teeth as much as he can as Omega just seems to have lost his mind. Once the elder rips back, smashing their mouths together and shoving his tongue down. The closeness gives Phantom the chance to smell how 'electric' Omega has now gotten.

Rut. Feral.

Phantom is just stuck under Omega, forced to take his tongue down his throat, and his erratic humping. What's even worse, Omega is still in his head. Pushing buttons.

"Such a cute thing for myself." He's whispering through Tommy's mind, pushing his legs open. "Just for me to devour."

There's a certain press and Phantom is suddenly arching up into Omega, arms wrapped around his neck and slick suddenly pooling under his exposed cunt. All Omega can do is laugh. His cock is so hard, rubbing against Phantom and finally noticing just their size difference. Sure, Phantom's short and doesn't have much meat to his bones, Omega being quite the opposite and nicely thick. But their parts? Omega's cock is completely covering Phantom's pussy.

He's pushing Phantom's legs out sideways, and just watching with nothing but growls as the tip of his dick is already spreading Phantom out like he's blooming just for him. Only, for him.

Poor thing is squealing, and sure he's taken Mountain's giant self, but that was length. This is straight girth. His hole feeling so stuffed, wanting to yell out, to get away, but that echo in his head keeps him still besides the occasional arch and constant shaking. There's a little blood, but that's to be expected from this stretch, Omega continuing to shuffle close until he's balls deep and bottomed out into Phantom. Omega's form is slipping, simply decorated in constellations and fur. His nails are dug so deep into the floor as he starts thrusting into Phantom with just a twinge of mercy. Even in a rut feral state, he knows to give his new mate a moment. But, that moment is short lived.

Absolutely pounding into Phantom like there's no tomorrow, letting Phantom scream in his ear with such pretty moans. He's completely wrapped onto Omega, not letting him go as he's absolutely destroyed in the best way possible. He's still trying to click back in, desperate to get Omega out of this headspace but he's not allowed back in. Instead, Omega just pushes more into Phantom.

"Shh. Lay there. Be obedient. Let me take care of you."

Omega has a Jacob's ladder, now rubbing on Phantom's walls to cause more shocks of pleasure. He's just completely lost at this point, Omega's taken over every inch of Phantom's being. Making Phantom melt and just take every inch of him with a blissed out look.

Now it's Omega's turn to click Phantom's button, watching as his face flushes and slick just pouring out like it's nothing. Presenting. Inviting. An eye for an eye, Phantom's now in his heat.

See, Omega has this cute hole beneath him now in a total submission, starting to beg for more and just whimpering Omega's name. Now they're both stuck in this loop of instincts, Phantom's claws going down Omega's back, in return his thighs being dug into. As Omega's knot starts swelling, he dips down, now using his voice to whisper into Phantom's ear.

"Let me breed you, little bat. Bare my kits. Produce my heirs. Such a lovely family we'll make." How can Phantom deny such a sweet request like that to his new mate?

"Please— Please, Omega!!" He's nodding. "Kits, want— Need— Please!"

Phantom's poor hole is absolutely stretched as Omega's knot starts latching. His balls are clenching up before he pours everything he has into Phantom's body, watching his little bat just get racked with sobs and cumming as well. Omega's finally able to take in Phantom's body, completely dark in blush, eyes just as full of stars as his, but his chest is swollen. His body preparing for a kit. That just sets Omega off more.

Flipping Phantom to his stomach once his knot deflates, and starts back up once again. Watching his wings flutter as orgasms are fucked out of him, no longer making sense—Even Omega is only giving growls and pants, their internal link shut off.

Now, ghouls in heat/rut follow like a normal cycle, can be a week, end late, end early, etc. Their bodies are able to preserve nutrients so they can focus on mating rather than food/water. So, it comes to a surprise when Omega has taken Phantom as his mating partner, gone for a week and two days. By time they come out of it, Phantom is just snuggled right under his chin, breathing so soft. They're still knotted together, Omega trying to figure out what the hell happened and how they ended up like this as their Intox has been going this entire time, too. All he knows is that Phantom smells... Fruity. Very, very, very fucking fruity.

That man is not ready to be a dad, so once he's able to break out he's running around the infirmary grabbing ghoul plan-b LMAO.

But, now they're taking in acknowledgment of Phantom's bond mark now smelling like Omega. Quietly talking over it, all while snacking and trying to regain what they lost.

"I... I mean, I like you... You're a great teacher, and all but... Maybe we should have a date later?" Phantom's just mumbling, staring at his breakfast sandwich with the biggest blush ever.

Omega just nods, "Yeah. Accidentally started at third base before we even shook hands... I'm sorry for, you know, force bonding. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay! Really, I promise I'm okay. Feral is a really strong thing, hard to control. But, my body didn't reject you so... But if you feel up to it, could definitely make it up to me with that date."

"Hmm, I can do that. Do you like ice cream?"

"Hell yeah!!"

They're just curled up together after eating, gently scenting one another for aftercare. Phantom feels so small against Omega like many others too, giggling and shoving his face right between Omega's giant chest.

"...What are you doing?"

"I could die here with no regrets."

"Now you just sound like Alpha— Sit up dork ass!"

[copepods]

H holy balls. Ctommy aroace / trans...

i already drew trans ctommy so heres aroace :P

[id: a drawing of c!tommy smiling and winking. he's wearing a white shirt with red-orange sleeves and a dark blue bandana. the background is the aroace flag. end id]

[nighttime-imagination-ifa]

Welcome to Hathmoore

Dear Wonderful Assistance,

Welcome to Hathmoore Children's Asylum, and thank you for volunteering for our societal exposure therapy for the children. We greatly appreciate the assistance in helping these children recover. Participation in this program is quite easy, all we ask is you chat with the children, and you may leave whenever you feel unsafe around them. We understand that not all are able to handle such troubled children, so we do appreciate your acceptance into this volunteer experience. Please just remember that these children are ill, so they may say things in which will disturb the public.

Your help is greatly appreciated.

Signed, Dr. XXXXX

*an image of the children was also in the envelope, showing all the different kids in the asylum*

(From left to right)

{Sarah, Azalea, Charlotte, Momo, Annabelle, Anthony, Niccolo, Pete, Tommy, Edward, & Axel}

!!!!Rules Under Cut!!!!

Ask Blog Rules

1. All of the children are 16 or younger, NO NSFW ASKS! (keep it pg13)

2. The events of this ask blog take place in the late 1940/50's, so responses are set in a similar manner. (doesn't mean you can't tell them about the modern day)

3. All of the imaginary friends can be asked questions as well. (same for the nurses/doctors)

4. While I will try to stick closely to part of the lore, not all of the lore is canon in this. Please respect that this is MY AU.

5. This will contain sensitive topic!! (De**h, Murd**, Sui**de, Homo/Trans phobia, etc.). You CAN ask about related topics.

6. Do not be afraid to ask about your OCs interacting with the children here, I don't mind and it allows for fun asks!

7. Just have fun!!

[hauntingmesostunningly]

marvel headcanons

weirdly specific headcanons for my favorite characters,

some traits may not align with canon or popular fan opinions. these are just my opinions, to each their own !!

!! TW: s/h , ptsd , disability , neurodivergence , anxiety , depression , alcohol

Gwen Stacy :

lesbian + non-binary

she/they

has a secret spider-girlfriend

obsessed with pop-tarts and tries them in every universe

spends her free time at the animal shelter petting dogs, the workers from many universes know her since they come by so often, and they always welcome her.

won’t admit it but secretly wants to be an english teacher when she grows up

Peter Parker :

trans ftm + bisexual

he/him

his parents are rich lawyers who travel a lot, so he’s always lived with his Aunt, May. doesn’t have contact with his birth parents

has social anxiety and a severe anxiety disorder

has a soft spot for dalmations

in the process of filing for a psychiatric service dog for his panic attacks

has adhd

Wanda Maximoff :

bisexual with a female preference

has a wife !!!

massive swiftie

has two twins and an adopted daughter

disability mom, billy has angelman syndrome and tommy has autism and epilepsy

in therapy to work on her trauma trigger responses ie. controllingness

has suffered with severe depression

loves loves loves dogs (has two goldendoodles, snowflake and rocky)

Yelena Belova :

queer woman

convert jew, found herself in the religion and found a community through a support group for, and run by, woman in her synagogue.

absolutely in love with Kate Bishop

very protective over kate and shows her off to everyone

has a ptsd service dog named sasha, who helps with her flashbacks

has struggled with s/h, but is in therapy and getting better

has a very sexual relationship with kate and everyone in the compound steers clear of the hallway where kate and yelena’s rooms are

Kate Bishop :

pansexual + demigirl

madly in love with Yelena Belova

super innocent but would do unholy things for her girlfriend

hates all dogs. except her dog, pizza-dog-lucky. lucky is different.

slight mommy issues

bottom asf , and a massive brat

super snarky but easily gets her feelings hurt

was homeschooled her whole life, and she never lost that childish energy

thinks her girlfriend’s protectiveness is cute, but loves to push against it to see yelena get all hot and bothered

always spends the holiday season with clint’s family (partially bec she loves them and partially to save on heating bills in the colder months)

spam posts every detail of her life on insta stories + makes mini-vlog reels 24/7

Natasha Romanoff :

demiromantic + unlabeled

hates labels, she likes who she likes end of story.

has a massive soft spot for cats, and has 3 of her own, Tumeric, Spots, and Dart.

has a massive unrequited crush on wanda

she’s labeled as the “bed-hopper” by her friends for her string of serial hookups after she left the redroom, but she wants nothing more than to settle down with a wife and even more cats.

top

big mommy issues and that usually comes across in her relationships, as she seeks out (sometimes older) people with nurturing qualities.

battled alcoholism during the dark days in the blip from losing her sister, but she has an amazing therapist and is now sober

Kamala Khan :

bisexual

she/they

really into tarot

best friends with America Chaves and has a small gay crush on her

constantly gets in trouble with teachers for being too loud and talking in class

has inattentive adhd and always forgets to take her meds

has a very popular carol danvers x fem reader fanfic on A03 that she hides from her parents but she always neglects her homework to make sure she updates regularly for her readers

loves tacos

has sensory issues and gets sensory overload breakdowns due to sound and this can trigger her powers to go haywire while she’s overstimulated

her family puts a lot of pressure on marriage but she just wants to live in a house with america and spend the rest of their lives together reading fanfic and rewatching avengers movies

she kissed america once and they never talked about it again, though they both have hinted at wanting to do it again.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

We need more bisexual rep, which is why I headcanon Steve, Eddie, Lucas, Max, and El as bisexual. I'm still unsure about Mike. I think he wouldn't label himself, but I'm not sure. I sometimes lean toward him being gay. Sometimes, I lean towards him being bisexual, and sometimes, I lean towards him being pansexual. I can't get a read on him. He's definitely queer. I also could kind of headcanon him as aromantic like Nancy. I headcanon Dustin as asexual along with El, and I could also see Dustin being pansexual. For me, Argyle is a trans man and pansexual. Hop and Joyce are bi4bi like Steddie. Jonathan is definitely pansexual to me. Scott Clarke is gay to me. Wayne is another question mark to me. He might be one who doesn't like labels like my dad. There's something about Wayne who reminds me of my dad a little bit. Well, a mixture of Wayne and Hopper. Tommy H is gay and Carol is a lesbian. They're beards, okay? Karen Wheeler is a frustrated closeted bisexual (I refuse to believe she lusted after Bully. It didn't happen for me because it didn't add anything to the story.) Jason Carver is a deeply closeted gay man (I still hate him). Yeah, I definitely headcanon Chrissy as bisexual but I can see her being a lesbian or pansexual too. Hell, I could see her being someone who doesn't label herself either. The conservatives hiding behind their religious guilt hate Eddie because he's not afraid of hiding who he is. Anyway, no one in Hawkins is straight. Stranger Things? More like Queerer Things.

Canon: Robin Buckley is a lesbian, Will Byers is gay, and Vickie is bisexual.

I was only going to mention a few people. Whoops, I got carried away.

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT GARETH. Gareth is definitely gay!

I can also see Eddie and Steve being trans as well as Max.

[nefkyo]

This is a wip of a personal project. Please note the tags before reading:

dream smp lore, post Doomsday era, implied character death, implied suicide, necromancy, crimeboys mope around in Limbo, mild description of a panic attack, mild description of body horror, miscommunication, tntduo is real, tntduo family who cheered, avian Quackity, ram Tubbo, Quackity is trans because I believe he can do anything

this is for @werenotacoupleyesyouare.

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Faint footsteps echo towards him. He's back from his light jog in the tunnel that loops into itself. He heard him get frustrated fifteen minutes ago but didn't say anything. "Hi again" he says. Even in Limbo, Tommy comes back after arguing with him, sits down next to him and gives him the silent treatment. But at least he's sat down. Does nothing he says ever sting enough? No, never enough. Nothing is ever enough to drive him away, far away enough. Not even a kind invitation to never return. "I have to tell you something about the Overworld, Will." Tommy starts, only to be cut off as usual. "I've already told you, I don't want to know whatever you have to say when you start off like that." "It's really big." Tommy looks up at him, or at least in his general direction, and for a brief moment he sees a sort of pity gloss over those blank orbs. It irks him. "I *really* don't want to know, then." he groans.

"But- How are you not even a little bit curious?"

"With the way you're looking at me, I'd rather keep whatever dignity I have left through ignorant bliss."

"H- That's nothing like you."

"Yeah, well, maybe I've changed."

"You have."

He quickly diverts his eyes back towards the train tracks. Still, cold, unforgivingly grey and dirty. "Will you tell me anyway if I say no?" Wilbur asks, he has before, and he shakes his head, he has before. "Good. Because you told me that it's a secret you were told to take to the grave." he continues. Tommy perks up then, "See?" he says, a knowing smile "That's why I should be able to tell someone else that secret now, especially you!" "You know that's not how the saying is supposed to be interpreted. It doesn't matter how important it could be, Toms," he mumbles into the pitch black horizon, "once you tell me, what would I be left to do about it? I'm dead, we're dead. I'd just spend eternity asking you why you didn't keep your mouth shut." "Yeah, but--" "Just forget about it." Tommy makes a series of noises out of frustration and then stands up, arms crossed, as he starts wandering around again. Wilbur is starting to get tired of watching him do this every time, especially with the way he phases through the shadows of the platform like nothing. "That's such bullshit! How am I supposed to forget?" "By talking about something else?" "No! It's- If anything, it's the evil shit you've been saying lately that makes it harder to choose!" "I haven't said anything necessarily "evil" lately." Wilbur shrugs, angering the blond again. It doesn't take much. "You're constantly praising Dream!" he exclaims, "you praise him, the bastard who took our lands and killed me when I tried to avenge you!" "You weren't avenging me Tommy, we both know you were in Pandora's Box to mock him and avenge yourself." Wilbur corrects him as if he'd seen the whole scene himself. He hasn't, but he got the crude details narrowed down. "Besides, if he's got this necromancy thing down, you have to give him some credit." "Well he probably fucking doesn't, it's been three months! I feel it on my skin!" "Yeah, I know." "And he has not revived me, the green bitch, so my point still stands! A-And you wouldn't feel the same about him if I told you The Thing!" Tommy defends, but once again, Wilbur refuses to hear whatever The Thing. "I'm just saying, if Dream has all this arcane power at his fingertips, then I see him in a new light. I'd be honored to pick his brain at this time." "You would NOT." Tommy groans, but he sits back down.

"...Is The Thing going to make me angry?" he asks suddenly. Tommy nods, his eyes would light up with surprise if there was any life behind them. "Probably." "Is it going to make me hate Dream like before?" "Maybe. Not directly, at least." Wilbur thinks about it for a hard, long minute before he answers. "Fine, tell me." he sighs. Tommy seems to make some mental gymnastics beforehand, then, when he feels ready, he speaks. "I know you and Quackity were dating during Pogtopia, he told me. And... He laid an egg a few days after you died."

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Wilbur is stunned into silence, frozen in place as the information makes its way to his brain. Not the first part of the information, of course, who cares about that. "Are you..." he stammers, "...Are you serious?" "Yeah, uh... Yours, obviously. The egg." Tommy shrugs, but this is not a casual matter at all. "I promised Big Q I wouldn't tell anyone you were the father, but you should know. She was doing ok the last time I saw her, she looks like you." "She? I-It hatched, the egg hatched?" "Yeah." "Is she healthy?" he asks, his voice constricts in his throat, and Tommy just nods quietly. It takes him a long time to accept that information. He repeats it under his breath, over and over. "A daughter. I have a daughter." he whispers, and Tommy just stares ahead as usual. Tommy touches the back of his head uncomfortably, where the gash that killed him sits in its crimson glory. "Quackity told her about you, showed her pictures of L'Manberg and everything, but... Y'know, more in a symbolic way, she probably doesn't actually know anything." "So..." he hesitates. It's like someone just tossed his brain onto the train tracks. "...So that whole story you told me about Quackity starting that project, the casino, that was a lie then?" "Oh no, I didn't lie about that. He really was building a casino last I saw him." Tommy says. "He called it Las Nevadas." "Yeah, he.. He told me that's what he would've called it." his voice dies out. Wilbur thinks about Quackity, what he could look like now. Their daughter, their daughter must be a little lady now. Does he make her play in the casino? Does she deal cards with him? "When *did* you guys start dating anyway? Like, before the elections or during Pogtopia?" Tommy breaks his thought patterns suddenly. "Because I'll remind you, *you* were the one saying not to fraternize with other candidates at the votes and I will never let you live it down." "Shut up," Wilbur sighs in response, and he knows he would usually smile at this kind of tease, but he doesn't. Even if the images of those times still make something bloom in him. "We started dating *during* Pogtopia, after the festival fiasco. We'd watch over Tubbo together, console each other, as usual. It just felt different that time around." he mutters.

"Dude, ew. Tubbo was unconscious and you were kissing in there?!"

"No- No no no, what? We didn't kiss in his room, we just- we talked about it, our feelings. *Then*, after he recovered, we kissed. Completely separate occasion."

"Right. I'm gonna believe that for the sake of my sanity."

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So Tommy is now stuck answering whatever Wilbur may ask about her, about this kid nobody has ever seen more than once or twice. But when he's voluntarily about to tell him her name, Wilbur orders him not to. "Are you sure?" Tommy says, but he's already moved on to other questions.

"Does she have brown eyes?"

"I don't know, I only saw her while she was sleeping."

"So how could you tell if she was healthy if she wasn't awake?"

"Well, Quackity would've probably said if she was sick with something."

"Did she ever chirp like a duckling?"

"She did a few times."

His baby girl, nuzzled in the arms of her father, chirping in her sleep. He can't picture her, but he wants to. "Does he miss me?" he asks suddenly. "Quackity. Does he miss me?" "Well... I think he did. He was skittish of other people, he didn't really want to talk about you much. He didn't even want Phil seeing her." "Phil doesn't know about her?" Wilbur jumps up a little, and Tommy tilts his head slightly. "I think he's seen her at least once. He doesn't know that she's yours, Quackity didn't tell him." "Why?" Wilbur asks, but then he stops and thinks about it. Of course.

There's another stretch of silence. Wilbur sighs heavily and thinks on how everyone knows about a child that he can't even picture. "Do you... Do you think that I could've been a good father?" he asks with wishful thinking on his tongue. "Yeah, you wish! You couldn't even keep yourself alive, man." Tommy chimes with another tease. But after staring out into the dark for another long few minutes, he shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe you could've been." "Ouch." Wilbur smirks briefly then, only then. They're both contemplating a thousand different thoughts a minute.

"Would I have gotten to see her if I'd lived?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Did he hate me when I...?"

"Oh yeah, a lot." he nods. "He screamed a lot, then he went quiet and didn't say anything about you again." he actually turns to look at him - in his general direction at least - and with a voice below a whisper, with that same, angering pity in his eyes all over again, "Why didn't you tell him?" he asks. "I get that you didn't tell me what you were going to do, but him? Why didn't you tell him if you loved him so much?" he feels the faint taste of bile, just for a split second, before he replies with a very weak excuse. "Because I knew that if I did..." He sighs. Now he sees why he and Tommy keep secrets from each other, why they don't want to hurt each other with the truth. "...I knew that he'd never let me die. He would've done anything to keep me alive, and my brain was so set on it, so sure that I *needed* to die. He would've gotten in my way, just like you always did. And I couldn't do that to him, to you, to anyone else."

He remembers it. The night he had a breakdown so violent he almost told him his plans, thinking he was about to die from rabies anyway. In the dark, damp tunnels, pain stinging in his trembling arm, bite marks and blood and a sensory overload. Quackity held him up and looked at him with eyes of horror and repressed despair and kept telling him "It's ok, it's gonna be ok, it was just a wolf," while disinfecting the wound, pressing hard on the gauze. He looked at him and said "Q, I'm so sorry, I--" but before he could find the word that came after that "I", he froze. He couldn't tell him. So he said "I'm scared", which wasn't really a lie, and Quackity held him through that too.

Wilbur sighs as he snaps himself out of it. "Could you tell him that I'm sorry?" he mumbles. "If Dream finally decides to stop playing games and bring me back to life?" Tommy asks "Sure. But how would I let you know what he said?" "I don't need to know." Wilbur replies quickly, then, after a pause, his brother nods. "Ok."

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A week, maybe a month, maybe an hour later, a train came to the station and actually stopped. Wilbur was sleeping on the floor as usual when the screech of gears and wheels halting startled him awake. He looked up, at the opening doors, at the bright lights inside the car, and he felt this faint rise in his stomach, this feeling that told him exactly where the train was headed. And he must admit, he got excited. A tall, long figure stepped out, a blank face in a dark green cloak walked past him and grabbed Tommy, whose blind eyes darted around in confusion. "Wilbur?" he said, he spoke and Wilbur said "Toms?" with the same tone. "Wilbur, I think he's taking me back!" he exclaims, but he doesn't sound happy at all. "That's ok, I'm right behin--" he tries to stand up as he says it, but a force he can't explain, a pull keeps him seated. He can't go, of course he can't go. He doesn't deserve to go. So he starts again, trying to use that same voice of enthusiasm. "That's great Tommy, that's great! Be careful out there, don't come back here too soon!" he tries to joke, but Tommy doesn't seem glad to hear his voice so far away, to not *see* him when they're just a step from each other. The tall figure keeps a thin hand on the back of Tommy's head. "Will, I'll find a way to make you come back too!" "Don't do that, Tommy, don't try that!" he warns, but Tommy doesn't seem to be listening anymore already. The train doors start closing, one by one, now Tommy isn't even looking around anymore, he's frozen, catatonic. That's when Wilbur realizes, "TOMMY! You didn't tell me her name! Tommy! Tell me her name!" he screams, his voice rasps and the figure, the long, tall, white face in a dark green cloak puts a finger to his mouth to shush him, though it has no lips of its own. "TOMMY, HER NAME!" he begs, he feels as heavy as the day he died. Tommy mouths something, his lips quiver and make a word but the shrill of the metal doors makes it unintelligible. Then, the train departs. Wilbur feels a gust of wind, of life, trailing behind those giant tin cans that just took his brother back to the land of the living. And then it's gone.

All that's left is an empty train station. Nothing but dust on the track, and the echo of the train's wheels as it leaves the tunnel. Wilbur is alone again. That's what makes it hurt the most, really—he was right there! He had a chance, even the smallest, slimiest chance in hell, that he could've seen his own kid. That he could've kept Tommy safe with him too. Now it's gone. All that he has left is to wait, once again, for the wheels that will bring them all back together. Time is never kind to souls that refuse to move on. Wilbur has lost track, how long has he been here? That's another thing he should've asked him, isn't it ? He can think about a moment in time, remember something about himself on the surface and use it as a measurement, but those memories are all slowly fading away. Maybe that's for the best, he can't keep thinking about the people he knows, can't look back if he wants to move forward, so he waits. He waits, he waits, he waits. One day is another, and another, and another.

The train comes again. This time he's not weighed down by anything, by anyone, but he doesn't want to get on. The long, tall figure with a blank face in dark green cloak walks out, dragging from the scruff a pathetic, limp soul. He throws him out onto the pavement, a ghost that looks exactly like him. They stare at each other and they feel so terrified of the other. They can't tell who is more person, but now there's this twisted realization in both of them, that they're not the original. He tries to say anything to him, but he can't, and he doesn't either. And once they're done stalling, trading places, the figure begins to drag him in. "Wait, wait! H-he's part of me, let me get him!" he protests, but the figure doesn't let him. Some things must be sacrificed. The ghost sits in his place and looks at him with neon blue tears brimming in his eyes. As the doors close, he knows he has the other's mission now, just not what it is. He stares into the mirror image of himself, his face hollowed out from burn scars along his cheeks. It's the same in everything other than that. The way he sits, the way he slumps. He frowns, but he's not mad, really. It's just a part of him that will carry out this burden. It'll have to, whether he likes it or not. The train rumbles to a start again, he waves at himself, he waves back faintly but starts sobbing loudly soon after, almost louder than the train's screams. There's this understanding between them that they are not the same person, they could never have been, and this switch was bound to happen, whether the other thought he'd done enough up there or not. So, cheers to the other guy. Everything goes dark as they enter the tunnel, darker than death has been so far. The figure puts a thin hand on his back and he hates it, he hates it so much.

Time passes incredibly fast, all at once, faster than Limbo, faster than life. He feels vertigo pull his body in all directions, pulling his neck backwards, his chest forward, his back up, his legs down. For the first time in such a very long time, pressure enters his body. His body has depth. He sees a light, ironic, oh so ironic that he wants to go towards it but instead feels himself being pulled away from it. He fights the current, the figure stares, unaffected. He pushes through the barrier, the train shakes and rattles and screeches. He doesn't dare look.

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The cold, dewy air of an April's early morning fills his lungs. Lungs, he has those. He has to get used to that feeling again before he opens his eyes. His head spins, his whole body hurts like hell. Air shudders out of him violently, like a spring has just jumpstarted the valves in his system and now he's feeling the reebot. He tries to move his arms and legs, and he succeeds, but the pain that shoots through his body makes it hard to enjoy the discovery. Every joint and bone screams at him, every suture. Suture? He lifts his hand, tentatively, carefully to his eye. Stitches. Along his wrists, the creases of his fingers, his legs, his ankles. He's been pieced back together into a single string of flesh. By who? He knows who. He doesn't care, for now. For now he's alive. He groans, and for the first time in over a decade he hears his voice without echo, he can feel heat around him, his nerves are full of blood. His body aches in places that he didn't even know could hurt, but maybe he's never been more glad. And he's laying in front of a small altar, a memorial to his name, literally. Strangely enough he can still read, and his name is written at the bottom of the marble. There are drapes of the old L'Manberg flag hanging unceremoniously over his date of birth, flowers - mostly wilted - have been left beside pictures of him. And a single, still lit lantern sits near his boots. His boots? It's strange, but he's almost certain this isn't how he was dressed when he died. He uses the flat marble surface to hoist himself up again, the weight of his own body might make him throw up if he thinks about it too hard. He glances all around. Everything is empty, quiet—like a museum. Except it's not, this looks more like a rocky pit overgrown with nature. He groans aloud, the pain is excruciating but he tries to focus on the sights around him. His body wants to shut down once more, but despite the overwhelming weight of the world that's bearing down on him, he can't let his mind slip away again. He must keep going. He stands up, head bobbing slightly. This doesn't feel like any afterlife or secondary plane, it feels like the Overworld. It just *feels* like it. He stares up, he looks as far as he can squint, at the hills of exposed rock covered in dew and moss. These are ruins alright. He wants to laugh, but he just sneers. Someone built him a memorial over the ruins of what he destroyed, it's like making a plaque for the potted plant that fell on the pavement and made a crack, except the potted plant was him, and the crack was more of an abysmal crater. He squints at the ruins in front of him, everything is still and silent. Not one sound but the wind. Not one person but himself. It's all here in front of him, in this broken down splinter of what used to be L'Manberg. There's a sense of finality in the air, but it's not sad, it feels like an ending. He feels the air chill his breath and the cold ground underneath his feet. But it's a different feeling from what he was experiencing when he was dead.

Not anymore, apparently.

He hears those footsteps behind him, hurrying, running on stone and wood. Two, no, three people, and at least one other creature. He turns around in time to find himself smiling at a horrified Tommy, a very drained, jittery Tommy, with a blue sheep on a leash, and then Tubbo and... An Enderman in a suit. Tommy walks towards him carefully, maybe a little cathartically, like one walks up to a heaving rabbit they just shot with an arrow. "Oh, you fuck." "Hello again." he says, and he can't help laugh at his little audience. Tommy is looking *at* him, and he's cussing him out, it's just like the old times. Nothing's changed! Well, besides everything else. "Hi Wilbur!" Tubbo waves from the back of this posse - when did he get so tall?! "Is... is this real?" he asks, breaking the teethering tension. "Yeah. Where's Ghostbur?" Tommy asks back, and he can't answer that. He was expecting anything, a 'Welcome back', a clear indicator that he was anywhere near missed, but instead he's asked where the other guy is. The better version, he imagines. "Oh, he's... He took my place in Limbo." the words just sort of slip out of him. "He WHAT?? How do we get him back??" "I-I don't know, I just got here! I'm back." he shrugs as he speaks, like this was supposed to be obvious. He's still taking everything in, glancing at the blue sheep and the enderman, still mostly paying attention to the sound of his breathing and the feeling of the solid ground underneath his feet. So *real.* "You're supposed to act at least a little bit happy to see me." he mutters. "W-We are." Tommy forces out, but he doesn't want to move towards him any further. "So why aren't you coming here? Hey, it's me! It's me, man!" "I-I didn't think you'd-- trade places with him. I thought you'd be all in one piece together. I didn't even have a ghost, why'd you split?!" "I-I don't know." and Wilbur really doesn't know, but it feels weird not to lie anymore. "Tommy, we just got him back, can you guys not complain about each other already?" Tubbo chimes in, sliding past Tommy to walk over and hug Wilbur. It's an instant regret. It feels strange, uncomfortable, irritating like a stubble rash. But Tubbo's heart is in the right place, so he lets him. He instigated it anyway. Then the sheep tries to sniff his leg. "Oh god don't tell me I have to hug the sheep as well" was not a thought, or sentence in general, that Wilbur ever thought he'd hear himself saying, but thankfully he doesn't have to. "That's Friend," Tubbo says as he steps back "Ghostbur befriended it and we- we thought he'd be here, so we were gonna take it to him." he hears a faint and shy "and I'm Ranboo..." from behind Tommy. "Yeah that's Ranboo. They're here too." Tubbo nods, taking Friend's leash to hand it over to the creature. "...Charmed." Wilbur says, a little too focused on the other matters at hand and, quite frankly, a little unsure whether he can look them in the eyes or not.

"Y'know, you look like you haven't aged." he tells Tubbo as they accompany his out of the caved in rock. "Really? I reckon I actually look different, like, my horns came in, fuckin' finally. Didn't you notice?" he asks when he puts his head down to show him. A set of horns, already scratched in. "I mean, yeah, I did. Looking good." "Thanks bossman." "It's just... I thought you'd be... Older, older than... This." Tommy and Tubbo share a glance, then look back at him. "How long have I been dead?" he has to ask the two. He has to ask before he starts moving his legs in any direction and he doesn't stop, it's getting hard to sit still. "About a year and a half." Tommy says something finally. "A year?! A year and a half??" he spits out. "A fuckin' lot's happened, Will, and I need you to promise that you're not gonna say some weird shit about Dream being cool or--" but Wilbur is too busy laughing incredulously at how little time has passed since he died. "A year and a half, are you kidding?? I was dead for thirteen and a half years, Tommy!" "I- No, Will. You weren't dead that long, it's just a Limbo thing."

He stares at them both, his smile evaporating, his breath catching. "No, there's no way. I feel so... I feel jaded, jaded and stuffy, Tommy!" There's no way he was only gone for so little time, it's impossible. He could swear on his life that he was alone for so much longer, there's no way his own memory could deceive him like this. But Tommy looks almost the same as when they last saw each other in Limbo, Tubbo's just a little taller than before. It's the landscape, that's what really changed. He can feel the rushing of wind from nearby cracks in the stone, he can feel the need to look through them. "I mean, no offense, you look older than you're supposed to be..." Tubbo says, cocking his head slightly. "Did you know you've got white hair?" "I got white hair too, after I was revived." Tommy points out. Wilbur hasn't even had the chance to think about a mirror, he's just wandering off, staring out into the sky, the blooming dawn. If he's not thirteen years older, then his daughter, who's out there somewhere, isn't a teenager. She might still need him. Quackity might still need him. His soles find a step and he stares down at a sea of glass. If regret needed a preview, it would look like what's underneath it. "Is this L'Manberg?"

[mccoppinscrapyard]

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[bugboybuck]

ty @beefcakekinard for tagging me !!

10 questions for writers

how many works do you have on ao3?

95 at the moment, though i did get over 100 at one point before deleting some particularly cringey old ones lmao

what fandoms do you write for?

i only ever do one fandom at a time, which rn is 911! (tho i have been idly drafting fic for dungeon meshi farcille also). the fandoms i've written the most fics for by far are shameless us and skam norway, but that's mostly bc both of those were like a decade ago when i had more time lmfaoo

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try to respond to all the comments ppl leave in the first chunk of my fics being up !! but i'm also very adhd and task blind so i definitely forget to reply to a lot later (but read and appreciate All the comments even when i dont reply ofc)

have you ever had a fic stolen?

oh yeeeeah several i think over the years, though to my knowledge none laTELY (just jinxed myself there lbr)

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i have nooot i think i maybe tried like, once over a decade ago and failed at it lmao. i write very out of order and change my mind on things a lot so i feel like i'd drive a writing partner nuts lol

what's your all-time favourite ship?

this is a truly impossible question omfg. i hyperfixate haaard on things at one time, which rn is buck/tommy and also marcille/falon from dungeon meshi. grand scheme of life? maYbe andrew and neil from aftg based on how long i've remained insane abt them

what are your writing strengths?

i like to think dialogue and characterisation, but i'm also never sure lmao

what are your writing weaknesses?

does scheduling my own writing time count. does actually sitting down and Writing count bc i seem to suck at that

first fandom you wrote for?

unfortunately for my trans ass it was h***y p****r, which was how i discovered fanfic even existed at all when i was like ten lmao. but that was all back in my pre-ao3 days so no trace of the millions of awful tween hp fics i wrote still exists thank the lourd

ty sm for tagging me !! i never know who to tag in these things but if u'd like to do it, pls consider urself tagged by me !!

[loveisbraveandwild]

2023 books (check out my storygraph for reviews)

january

unbought and unbossed, shirley chisholm

true biz, sara nović

yerba buena, nina lacour

the racism of people who love you, samira mehta

night, elie wiesel

seven says in june, tia williams

the reading list, sara nisha adams

finna, nino cipri

ace, angela chen

nightcrawling, leila mottley

the light we carry, michelle obama

how to resist amazon and why, danny caine

the daughter of auschwitz, tova friedman

kaikeyi, vaishnsvi patel

just as you are, camille kellogg

hijab butch blues, lamya h

february

a guide to just being friends, sophie sullivan

mean baby, selma blair

lavender house, lev ac rosen

loveless, alice oseman

the department of rare books and special collections, eva jurczyk

small game, blair braverman

wash day diaries, jamila rowser

the heartstopper yearbook, alice oseman

yellowface, r.f. kuang

stay true, hua hsu

the school for good mothers, jassamine chan

elatsoe, darcie little badger

under the udala tree, chinelo okparanta

there there, tommy orange

making a scene, constance wu

happy place, emily henry

i have a question for you, rebecca makkai

finding me, viola davis

wow, no thank you, samantha irby

march

lark and kasim start a revolution, kacen callender

mooncakes, suzanne walker

lies we sing to the sea, sarah underwood

the family outing, jessi hempel

dead collections, isaac fellman

ace voices, eris young

the anthropocene review, john green

mad honey, jennifer finney boylan & jody picoult

all my rage, sabaa tahir

hello, molly, molly shannon

fine, rhea ewing

nevada, imogen binnie

super late bloomer, julia kaye

love & other disasters, anita kelly

the boy with a bird in his chest, emme lund

the honeys, ryan lansala

the 57 bus, dashka slater

making love with the land, joshua whitehead

a history of my brief body, billy-ray belcourt

there are trans people here, h. melt

patricia wants to cuddle, samantha allen

babel, r.f. kuang

april

lessons in chemistry, bonnie garmus

ace of spaces, faridah abike-,ymide

the things we do to our friends, heather darwent

deaf utopia, nyle dimarco

black cake, charmaine wilkerson

simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda, becky albertalli

the things we couldn't say, jay cole

long black veil, jennifer finney boylan

good talk, mira jacobs

remarkably bright creatures, shelby van pelt

[fairysteve]

share the ideas share the ideas share the ideas share the-

i'm prefacing this with it's 2am, i just went to bed, and you gave me absolute freedom to just ramble by not specifying anything i've already talked about

autistic steve that gets brain damage, vision loss, hearing loss and chronic migraines. it's a lot. his pain tolerance is high but you can't just power through everything and he doesn't get under- or overstimulated the same way as before which means that he needs to relearn his body. masking gets near impossible but steve doesn't know who he is when he isn't pretending to be okay. he stops being able to work but his dad won't allow him to just stay home but if he uses his government hush money to buy a place he won't afford food and utilities for long, if he can even remember to pay his bills. steve has gone through too much and living alone is no longer an option but he refuses to see it, even when he spends all his spoons trying to be normal so he either has no energy for his friends or no energy for himself.

i'm considering a sideplot for the little mermaid au where nancy is a princess that becomes a pirate after her betrothed (prince steve) goes missing. she doesn't actually like steve, but she won't let him be the only one to discover freedom, and she likes getting her hands dirty. her kingdom is full of injustice that she's unable to do anything about as a princess, but as a pirate, she can do whatever she wants. and then nancy's crew accidentally fishes up a mermaid; robin. and nancy is enthralled. interspecies relationship - nancy is happy as a pirate, robin is happy as a mermaid.

i'm just always thinking about steve and timetravel/timeloops on some level. post-s4 steve waking up as pre-s1 steve and doing basic things like dropping tommy and carol early, avoiding a romantic relationship with nancy, trying to befriend robin and eddie, and also getting eleven before the party finds her, idk if he would have heard enough about will's disappearance to stop that, but he could totally save will earlier. i know there's at least one fic like this but that do not stop me, i love steve and i love time stuff. wait actually i love making steve question his gender the first time he faces a demogorgon, a timetravel au with trans steve opens so many more possibilities. also any post-s3 steve would feel more comfortable with his bisexuality so that also makes for fun pre-s1 times.

stargyleth (steve/argyle/gareth) is an amazing ship and i stand by it. they have completely different tastes and vibes but they mix together so well. argyle helps steve and gareth chill out, gareth teaches them to play the drums which a great healthy way to get out aggression, steve feels comfortable joking around and being himself with them, they make fun of movies and come up with dnd characters and pizza topping combos and they just get to be young and dumb. gareth and steve are both ready to fight and all three are bitchy and steve and argyle can take turns driving and they just balance each other out. this isn't an idea as much as i'm just thinking about them

steve with nipple piercings.... actually transfem steve keeping her chest hair because fuck gender stereotypes and wearing a cute bra and also nipple piercings and now you make it the boat scene where stevie is out to robin and dustin only but she volunteered to dive and she's not gonna do it in her shoes and sweater and then she's hairy and wearing a bra and nancy doesn't know and eddie absolutely doesn't know and removing the bra would be even stranger so stevie just dives in but it makes eddie giving her his vest for modesty so much better and can you tell that i've been thinking about this for the stevie h agenda—

mechanic!eddie got a summer job at thachers tire when he was 16, started dealing on the side after he failed senior year the first time because he knew he and wayne needed the money. the bandana comes from being a mechanic; his van breaks down constantly. he doesn't really know what the colour means but he's flagging that he's a top on purpose. he doesn't use the bandana to hide his face when stealing the rv because it's way dirty and also he forgets about it unless he needs it after dealing with the van.

it's been 45 minutes i'm gonna stop actually

[munsonfamilyband]

I posted about this yesterday but I have a brain worm for a Stranger Things/Game of Thrones crossover fic and I decided to share the current character list and plot changes I have in mind. It would be a Steddie fic (duh have you seen my blog) so some plot lines won’t be addressed as much because it will be from Eddie’s POV. Anyway, major spoiler warnings if you’ve never watched GoT or read the books (though I’m going off the show)

Eddie: Jon Snow (not as brooding but it fits)

Jeff: Robb Stark

Gareth: Theon Greyjoy (I originally had Jeff as Theon but I like him as Robb better, plus Gareth feels more like Theon to me)

Nancy: Samwell Tarly (she goes to the Wall in drag using the name Nate)

Robin: Sansa Stark

Max: Arya Stark

Will: Bran Stark

Erica: Rickon Stark

Uncle Wayne: Benjen Stark

Jason: Joffrey Boratheon

Lucas: Gendry Waters (I did fact check this, bastards in King’s Landing have the last name Waters)

Steve: Ygritte of the Free Folk

Jonathan: Dolorous Edd

Argyle: Varys

Dustin: Podrick Payne

Mike: Jojen Reed (this is one option, alternate was Robin Arryn)

Chrissy: Daenerys Targaryen

Hopper: Tormund Giantsbane (I love this for him)

Murray: Tyrion Lannister (may swap him with Jonathan to have some Jargyle but idk yet)

Joyce: Brienne of Tarth

Enzo/Dmitri: Jaime Lannister

Brenner: Stannis Boratheon

El: Melisandre

Billy: the Hound (this is mostly out of how interesting I find Billy’s character potential, as he stood in the show he was awful but at the very end he showed a potential to be good)

Tommy H: Alliser Thorne

Barb: Missandei (or maybe Gilly?? So she’s friends with Nancy)

Karen Wheeler: Cersei Lannister (I love Karen but it’s the MILF energy that puts her here)

Dr. Owens: Ser Davos

Patrick: Grey Worm

Henry/Vecna: the Night King

Bob: Hodor

Lt. Col. Sullivan: Tywin Lannister

Yuri: Little Finger/Petyr Baelish

Reefer Rick: Mance Rayder (Idk it feels right)

Plotwise:

the Stark children (minus Robb, sorry Robb) will all live

Benjen will still become the half-walker half-human that he becomes

Brienne will end up with Tormund rather than Jaime (I love Brienne and Jaime but I can’t split up Jopper)

Dany and Jon won’t sleep together they just become besties

I may do Jancy or I may do Ronance, unclear right now

Hodor will still die

Melisandre will not be the sexy priestess she normally is, having El be the powerful magic user that she normally is fit too well especially with Brenner as Stannis but there won’t be any sexy stuff between them

I’m letting Arya and Gendry be happy because I love Lumax so much

Ygritte will get injured but not die, the cave scene IS happening (maybe Steve is trans??? I don’t know how well I could write that but I have always loved trans Steve in canon as a way to play into his family dynamic)

Varys won’t die

Rather than having an age difference between all the siblings, Bran and Arya are now twins so Will and Max are the same age

Characters that don’t have a match and need one/will just be getting random names:

Jaqen H’ghar

Ned and Catelyn Stark

Lady Talisa Stark

Jorah Mormont

The Mountain

Jeor Mormont

Ramsey Bolton

Bronn

Yara Greyjoy

[boyzphantasy]

self rec game!

(i may regret this.)

i was tagged by alex @gothbat99 💗💞💖 (and subsequently yelled at to finish things /this is a joke i promise)

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what would they say if they ever knew?

word count: 15.2k chapters: 3/? summary:

But then he sees Robin smiling around him, and he sees Eddie smiling, and he feels like he’s having heart palpitations. It’s obviously because of Robin, there’s no way a guy could ever make him feel this way (and he’s deeply repressing those times growing up, when play wrestling with Tommy H. would make him a bit flustered, he’s not thinking about the times in the locker rooms with his teammates where his eyes would linger just a fraction longer than they should—no, that never pops into his mind at any given moment, not at all).

OR, if Eddie was introduced in Season 3 instead of Season 4.

wrote this immediately between vol. 1 and the release of vol. 2, because fuck you eddie would’ve been such a fun addition to season 3 and it’s my favourite season of the entire series (yes, even before s4 -- sorry, eddie </3). it’s definitely still in the works, it’s been a long time, i know, sorry guys. i promise it’s not abandoned!

it’s too cliche, i won’t say i’m in love

word count: 21.6k chapters: 4/7 summary: 

Hopper’s plan is fucking insane. No, really—it’s nuts. Eddie’s got no idea why he even agreed to go along with it. Since he’s now the pariah of Hawkins, Indiana, Hopper’s ingenious plan is to ship Eddie across state lines. All the way to fucking Illinois. Oh, and that’s not the last of it! No, because they didn’t want to leave Eddie alone—it’s not that they don’t trust the guy they’re sending him to (apparently he can hold his own, or whatever), but they, apparently, don’t want the kid to feel lonely.

What a lovely sentiment.

Too bad it’s lead them to send Steve Harrington along with him to this stranger’s home-bound lockdown in fucking Illinois.

(OR, what I like to call: The Murrayfication of Steddie.)

i included this one, too, because it’s SECOND in terms of popularity by a very, very small margin (i checked). that, and honestly? probably one of my more favourite aus that i’ve written for ST and steddie. very emotional, very angsty, very fun times with murray on my end (not so much steddie’s end, though). also not abandoned! i’ll be getting around to it, i promise.

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shine bright, little star

word count: 8.5k chapters: 2/? summary:

A run-in with a different type of camper at Camp Know Where leads Dustin into a whole new world, and a new lifestyle. She’s Stella now, and she has a family that loves her.

(Please note this story will contain a mix of period-typical LGBTQ+ phobia, specifically transphobia, and will use the words queer, transsexual, and other period-specifical historical LGBTQ+ terms. Read the note(s) inside for more!)

trans dustin my beloved headcanon <3 this is more personal for Reasons i shan’t disclose in public, but i love this series a lot. i haven’t touched on it in a while, but it’s still not abandoned! there’s a few more things i’ll likely write for it in the future!

i won’t be afraid, so long as you stand by me

word count: 5.7k chapters: 1/1 summary: 

Even though he was swimming to be the best now, Steve still enjoyed it. It was a routine. A constant in a world that was constantly changing around him. When his parents started leaving more and more often, when their marriage began deteriorating right before him, when Nancy came into his life and swept him off of his feet and made him fall in love (at least, he had thought he had fallen in love—now, he’s not so sure). Swimming became something he could rely on. Something that wouldn’t let him down, a true escape.

He needed it.

He craved it.

He lost it.

STEVE’S TRAUMA WITH WATER! STEVE’S TRAUMA WITH WATER! GOD, i love steve’s entire thing with water. like it’s not touched on at all in the series and i HATED that but my god that boy would have some series fucking issues with swimming and water after everything that’s happened. don’t even get me started on it. i legit love this hc for him so much, you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

your hand touching mind; this is how galaxies collide

word count: 3.8k chapters: 1/10 summary: 

Steve grimaces to himself, looking down at the papers. He wants to rip them up, wants to crumple them up into balls and throw them in the garbage, because he doesn’t even want to be here. He never asked for this—never wanted to be like this. He’s so angry with himself and the situation and everything going on—

Then it hits him, like a freight train.

None of them asked for this. These… powers, these mutations.

It wasn’t something anyone asked for.

It was something that just was. Something that is.

welcome to the mess that is my own personal steddie x-men au. yes they’re basically just rogue and gambit. no i do not care if that’s cliche or dumb or not. no it is not abandoned i promise. i literally have the entire fic outlined i just struggle with finding motivation to actually write things at the moment that aren’t what my brain is interested in. (ST is still in there, rattling around, just to a lesser degree. i’m slowly working back up to it all!)

as you can see most of my works are unfinished, unfortunately, but that’s just how it be. i’ll get around to finishing them in the future, hopefully, and if not, i’ll be sure to at least not abandon them completely! my brain thinks up a lot of stuff, and it’s usually always a bit more than i can always get around to at specific points in time. such is the life of a write, though, am i right? thank you for understanding, though, and for still supporting my works either way 💖💖💖

uh i’ll tag a few people? hopefully they haven’t been tagged already, but if you have -- sorry! don’t feel pressured to do this! <3

@stevethehairington @riality-check @santasteve @santababysteve

[metalheadcowboy]

Not only are Billy, Steve, and Tommy all in love, they are also all trans.

Because I said so.

Yeah 😌

Thank you for providing me with the idea of t4t4t kegboys, just what I needed in my life, now it is the only thing I’ll think about EVER again, bless you 😌

[bowiebond]

tommy and eddie is a fantastic thought. especially if you go off the hc steve used to give tommy money and send him to buy their weed. (bonus points for trans tommy i'm a sucker for him)

Steve gave Tommy money for weed again, exact cash for the usual shit, but unfortunately the prices have seemed to go up.

“Inflation, economics, whatever you wanna call it, man, can’t be helped!” Eddie closed his lunchbox with sharp snap and click. “If your King can’t pay, not my problem. I bow to no crown on my prices, Hernandez.”

“Nobody calls me by my last name, Munson.” Tommy scoffed, wrinkling his nose and tossing the twenty on the table. “Stevie gave me a twenty for the usual. I don’t wanna waltz back to mooch and then set up another meeting with you. It’s like booking with a dentist, you wait forever just to get an appointment and then they rip you off!”

“My services are highly valued. I’m a busy man.” Eddie smirked. “Twenty fives the price, H. You can get your King to book with me again.” Eddie shrugged. “You could run real quick and be back in ten minutes tops - I know you’re a sporty guy - or cough up your own cash.”

Eddie leaned in close with a tight, mirthful smile.

“Though I will warn you, I don’t do coins and I don’t have change. I can mark it in my book though,” He gestured with a finger to his lunchbox, crinkling his nose with the fake smile you’d see off a pissing receptionist after bothering her nail filing time. “Take whatever extra you give outta your next transaction.”

“You’re pulling my leg. Seriously?” Tommy huffed. “You’re looking real punchable, Munson.”

“But you can’t. Cause then I won’t sell to you or your little squad. And Reefer Ricks doing time so…” Eddie looked positively gleeful.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Twenty five or nothing, H.” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t care, that whatever Tommy chose, he’d still walk out of this the winner. Tommy scowled.

“…You’re a queer, right?” Eddie blinked, looking affronted as he shook his head like he had been told the moon was pink.

“Little left field, Hernandez, amigo, wanna show me how you worked your way to that conclusion? Cause I’m not very good at math, man.”

“You’re failing everything but theatre, Munson, everyone knows that.”

“I make a highly attractive Juliet.” Eddie fluttered his lashes. “It’s the hair.” He flipped it and Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Are you gay?”

“I’d prefer to say…open to interpretation?” Eddie looked like he was trying not to laugh but it came out in a few short chuffs, snorting a little as he hid his mouth with the back of his head.

“Sorry, sorry, I just- why are you even asking? More dirt? Everyone already thinks I’m a freak, for more than just my hobbies. The gay rumour circled in freshman year when I got caught staring at the mole on Jimmy’s ass, the one that looks like a starfish, you’re a little late.”

Tommy stared at him a long moment. His shaggy hair, his dark brown eyes, his mesh of soft and angular features. He tongued his cheek and sighed in disappointment at his own standards.

“I’ll suck your dick if you give me the bag free.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered for a moment, taken aback as his lips fell open and then clamped together into a pout.

“I’m almost insulted that you think you can buy my weed with sexual flavours.” He placed his fingers on the table and leaned back like he was aghast by the very idea. “This is a respectable business, Mister Herna—“

“Are you really gonna get another chance though?” Tommy cut him off, quirking a brow. He was playing cool but his stomach was twisting itself in knots. “You get the chance to make a prep your bitch for a minute.”

“A minute?”

“For a virgin like you, that’s me being nice.”

“God, you’re bitch.” Eddie rolled his eyes and looked past Tommy at a tree, staring intently as he thought about it, rubbing his chin and tongue running along his upper lip. Finally, he let out a heavy breath and shook his head, throwing his hands aside. “Well, now I gotta do it. Okay, deal.” He offered his hand and Tommy gave him a deadpanned expression as he took it, the man shaking firm before reaching for his belt.

“Oh, but if we do this,” Eddie continued as he unbuckled his belt and Tommy’s stomach swooped at the sound, shifting in his seat before he made a show of begrudgingly standing up. “I gotta blow you back.”

“What?” Tommy paused, squinting at him from across the table. “Why would you blow me?”

“Look, I’m just saying, if we do this, I gotta reciprocate.” Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes, like Tommy was being unreasonable.

“You can’t blow me back.” Tommy drawled, not even wanting to get into the technicalities of it.

“My morals, yes I have those, include equal transactions. If you suck my dick, that’s worth like two ounces, and I’m not giving you two, you’re buying one, so I have to blow you back.”

“You’re not sucking my dick, Munson.” Tommy groaned, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull at the man’s eccentricity. He came around the table and dropped to his knees, shoving his ringed hands off his unbuckled belt and popping the button of his jeans, tugging the zipper down.

“Geez, someone’s in a mood.” Eddie grumbled, but didn’t push him away as Tommy tugged his jeans just a tad lower, the metalhead spreading his legs further to accomodate the freckled brunet. Tommy reached into his brief to pull out his cock and huffed as the flaccid length.

“Aren’t you gay or something?” Tommy grumbled, brows coming together in a scowl. He was a little offended, okay? He passed as a guy, so it’s not like Eddie’s dick would just magically know, alright? He should be hard at just the thought of Tommy sucking him off! Tommy was attractive, maybe not the way Steve was, but he was. Carol definitely thought so.

“Girls, guys, I don’t care, I can be into it.”

“Why aren’t you hard then?” Tommy hissed and Eddie laughed like he didn’t have his soft dick out in the open.

“I mean, you’re pretty and all, H, but usually I’m more in the lead in these encounters.”

“I thought you were a virgin.” Tommy muttered.

“I’m not, asshole. But usually when I’m…in the bedroom, in the mood, I take the reins, I usually…focus on my partner first, make sure they see sparks, and that’s usually what leads to me getting—“ Tommy rolled his eyes at his slow and vague explanation and spat on his hand, stroking Eddie from base to tip and back again.

“Oh, that’s work.” Eddie’s lips formed a small ‘o’, groaning softly. Tommy smirked, feeling him harden in his fist as he stripped his cock. Eddie’s hand gripped the edge of the table as he breathed through his nose, pushing his bangs back from his face but they just fell back into place.

Tommy wasn’t going to drag this out, so he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip, ducking his head down the length in short, steady bobs. It’s not like it was his first time sucking dick. He drunkly gave a freshman his first blowjob when he was a sophomore, he sucked Steve’s dick more than once while they were high as shit, and Carol had plenty of fun teasing him with toys when they were dating. They were currently on break though over something dumb he said that got blown out of proportion, so he didn’t have to feel guilty about this.

He traced his tongue over the underside of his cock, swirling it around the tip and suckling, the way he knew looked good. Steve once said he had full lips made for being wrapped around a cock.

Eddie groaned and the sound tingled through his body, shifting on his knees to squeeze his thighs together as he worked two thirds of his cock into his mouth, nudging the back of his throat. A hand rested upon his head and he was half tempted to pull off and tell him to fuck off, but then Eddie’s fingers sunk into his hair, running through the stands and pulling back, petting him, and any thoughts of fighting the touch left his mind.

“God, you’re a lot prettier when you shut up, man.” Eddie cupped the back of his head, petting behind his ear as he guided Tommy’s head further down. Tommy resisted with a soft gag before he huffed out through his nose and relaxed his throat, eyes fluttering shut. Eddie was only getting this once, so he may as well let this guy have his moment.

If he was with Carol or Steve he would have touched himself by now, and it was driving him a little crazy how hot Eddie’s voice was when he felt good, deep and raspy. It was making him throb, the hand in his hair, the cock nestling in his throat, the moan Eddie gave as Tommy nuzzled his coarse dark curls. He smelt like musk and old spice, and it made Tommy dizzy when he was so close to it.

Eddie rolled his hips ever so slightly and Tommy moaned, soft and barely audible, but Eddie felt it. He paused for half of a second before he rolled his hips one more time. Tommy groaned lowly, grasping Eddie’s thighs.

“Oh shit,” Eddie laughed weakly. “That’s fuckin’ priceless, man, Jesus.”

His grip tightened in his hair and the prickles of pain zapped down his spine, turning into pleasure as his cunt ached, clenching around nothing. Eddie pulled him off his cock and Tommy gasped softly, sucking in a deep breath before Eddie slipped back past open lips, nailing the back of his throat with a guttural moan. Tommy choked, tears prickling the rim of his eyes on reflex, swallowing around the intrusion.

“Fuck, that’s really hot.” Eddie breathed out, fucking Tommy’s mouth onto his cock as the freckled boy grew misty eyed, moaning softly.

Eddie tipped his head back with a long, quiet groan, and Tommy used the moment to grind against his palm for a moment of relief, boxers sticky and damp. He whined low in his throat and Eddie stuttered, cursing softly as he moved his hips with Tommy’s mouth.

He had to be close. He was throbbing in his mouth, like a heartbeat in his throat, and the salty taste of pre was sharp on his tongue. A part of Tommy knew he shouldn’t let Eddie cum in his mouth, that that was kind of gay, but it’s not like anyone would know.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Eddie moaned, eyes screwed up tight as his hips bucked and shuddered, spilling deep in his throat. Tommy swallowed with only a moment to be caught off guard, Eddie panting out a curse as the brunet gulped down his hot cum.

He pulled out of the swollen, red lips and Tommy panted, coughing softly.

“Dick. Coulda asked.”

“My bad. I’ll be nice and swallow too.” Eddie grinned, looking far too pleased with himself as he floated in his post-orgasmic bliss. He tucked his dick away and buttoned his pants, even if he didn’t bother with the zipper or belt. “C’mon, up you get, I got shit knees genetically so you can sit up here.”

He patted the table and Tommy blinked a few time to get rid of the fuzziness in his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his head.

“No way, just gimme the ounce, man.”

“Come on, I’m good at it.” Eddie winked as Tommy stood.

“No, thanks.” Tommy crossed his arms, ignoring the throb of his neglected arousal. He would very much like to be eaten out right now, he probably deserved it, but Eddie wasn’t Carol or Steve. He didn’t know and Tommy was more than happy with him never knowing.

“Is this a ‘not gay’ thing? Sucking and getting sucked is both equally gay, sorry pal.”

“I’m not interested, okay? Just gimme the ounce, Munson.” Tommy reached for his lunchbox and Eddie snatched it, placing it behind him before he reached for Tommy’s hips. He inhaled sharply at the touch, wanting to lean into it.

“You really don’t wanna?” Eddie hummed knowingly, his thumb brushing under his polo to touch bare skin. Tommy shuddered. “You’re not even a little turned on?” He smirked and dipped his thumb beneath his waistband to tease dark trimmed hairs.

“You can’t suck my dick, okay?” He grumbled.

“Why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“…I could eat you out?” Tommy’s body perked to attention at the phrase and Eddie seemed to notice, grinning. “Ever had your ass ate? It’s pretty mind blowing.”

“…Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, you tell anyone about what I’m about to show you and I bury you, got it?” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as Tommy furiously undid his khakis. He kicked off his sneakers and his jeans, stepping between Eddie’s legs to hoist himself up onto the table, the guy flinching back to avoid his dick being crushed.

“Woah, somebody’s eager.” He purred, wriggling his brows as Tommy hooked his thumb into his boxers. He took a moment to breathe, anxiety festering in his chest before he tugged them down his thighs.

Eddie was silent, blinking. His brows climbed up to his hairline as he snapped his eyes up to Tommy’s. The brunet glared. Eddie flapped his lips like a dying pufferfish before clearing his throat.

“Where’s your dick?”

“Don’t have one.”

“…You’re a guy though, right?”

“Yes, and if you say otherwise, I’ll break your nose and steal your weed.” Tommy threatened and Eddie nodded quickly.

“Okay.” He looked back down and Tommy huffed, closing his thighs self-consciously. Eddie made a wounded sound and took his knees. “Hey, hey, don’t go closing shop, I’m browsing.”

“I should hit just for that awful comparison of a shop to my junk.” Tommy bit out and Eddie grinned shamelessly as he hooked his fingers in the edge of his boxers and dragged them down over his knees.

“Well, I’m gonna be real quiet soon, H. You’ll survive.” Tommy gritted his teeth as his boxers were tossed to the other end of the bench, ringed fingers caressing his knee and inching them apart.

His freckled thighs were already shiny from his previous arousal, and he throbbed as Eddie’s thumb drew circles into his sensitive inner thigh.

“Quit staring, Jesus fucking Christ.” Tommy groaned, tipping his head back in frustration. He was aching at the gentle touches, the callouses of his fingers scraping roughly against his skin.

“I’m savouring this, Hernandez.” Eddie chuckled. “You gonna deny a man that?”

“I’m gonna deny you this all together if you don’t hurry up and- oh fuck.” The threat seemed to work because there was a wet heat encompassing his cock. The long tongue Eddie liked to use to rile up jocks was trailing up his slit, swirling around his clit.

Tommy moaned loudly, bucking into his mouth as he fisted his hands against the table top. Hot fingers wrapped in warm metal curled up and around his thighs, keeping them spread apart as he buried his face in his pussy, licking broad, eager strokes over the soaked heat.

Tommy tried to keep his reactions minimal, breathing through the pleasure that coiled low in his gut. Fuck, the guy wasn’t half bad at it. It wasn’t hard to eat pussy, it wasn’t an intrusion like sucking dick, but Tommy had been fooling around with his friends for years to figure out what he liked, what Carol liked, what Steve liked.

Eddie didn’t have that information on hand, but god, his eagerness was working for Tommy regardless. He rolled his hips with a low moan as Eddie’s tongue slipped inside, his thighs jumping in his hands. The freak gripped his thighs tighter, pulling him closer to the edge so fast Tommy had to catch himself in order not to fall onto his back.

“I ain’t straining my neck for this, sorry, man.” Eddie laughed, licking his wet lips as he propped Tommy’s leg over his shoulder, Tommy forced to rest back on his elbows for the older.

“I thought I was promised quiet, Munson.” Tommy quipped and Eddie laughed, a tad hysterical, edging on a giggle.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Hernandez.” Tommy was tempted to kick him for the words, but he was easily distracted by the mouth latching back onto his cock, sucking and licking, Eddie making so attempt to be neat or quiet about it.

Everything about Eddie Munson was messy.

Tommy gasped softly, flushed hot beneath his polo and jacket as his head tipped back to relish in it. Sure, he had one of the schools biggest freaks between his legs, but if he was good at what he was doing, he was good at what he was doing.

“Dios,” Tommy breathed, locking his ankles behind his head as his voice stuttered around a moan, Eddie echoing it as he buried his tongue as deep as it could go.

If anything got Tommy going, it was being filled; tongue, fingers, cock, his entrance was almost as sensitive as his clit and the first breach always drove him wild. He laid back and covered his flushed face with his hands, lips parted in pleasure as the dealer tongue-fucked his pussy, his nose nudging his clit as he messily sucked and kissed the treat bestowed upon him.

Tommy curled his legs tighter around his head as his pussy throbbed, the pleasure building low in his belly as he rocked against his hot tongue.

“Fuck,” He whined, reaching down to fist Eddie’s hair. He groaned loudly and Tommy echoed it as it vibrated through his cunt. “Don’t stop, shit, I’m so close.” He gasped out and he could feel Eddie’s amusement as he dragged his tongue up to suckle at his clit before dipping back to his slick hole.

“Shit, Eddie!” His voice cracked around his name, pulling on his hair and forcing him closer, if it was even possible, as he curled up with the intensity of his orgasm. He twitched and bucked, a pathetic whimper leaving his lips as his nose fell into Eddie’s hair, curled over the dark haired man as he trembled.

The table beneath him was stained with his release, the older boy’s face a mess as he continued to lick and suckle his sensitive cunt. Tommy pulled him back with a pained gasp, legs still trapped over Eddie’s shoulders. The older boy looked more debauched than he was over his own orgasm, eyes blown and cheeks red, licking the wetness from around his lips as he kneaded Tommy’s thighs.

“Fuck, good thing you blew me first, I totally would have busted otherwise.” Eddie laughed without shame and Tommy huffed amongst his panting, pulling his legs from Eddie’s grasp. The man made a wounded sound of betrayal and Tommy scoffed.

“Lunch will be over soon. Hand over the fuckin’ weed, Munson.”

The metalhead grumbled and rolled his eyes, wiping his face with the bandana in his back pocket. Tommy wrinkled his nose as he pushed it back into the same pocket, shining faintly with his slick. Gross.

Eddie grabbed his lunchbox and opened it up, passing him the usual ounce. Tommy reached for it, but before he could grab it, Eddie pulled his hand back and gripped his upper thigh, thumb digging into the soft plush just beneath his satisfied cunt.

“I won’t be accepting alternative payments in future. But if you ever need a willing mouth or cock…” He gave a sleazy grin as he squeezed. “Feel free to make an appointment. I’ll be real nice and move some times around for ya, Hernandez.”

Tommy snatched the baggie and put a foot to his chest, kicking him back. Eddie fell back and laughed, barely catching himself as Tommy stepped over his lap to grab his boxers. As he pulled them back on, he gave Eddie a glare, the older brushing leaves out of the ends of his curls.

“Remember, you spill and you’re six foot under.”

“I’m not ruining any future investments, H. I’m all about business, baby.” Eddie clicked his tongue with a wink and Tommy rolled his eyes, grabbing his khakis. He jumped back into them and buttoned them up.

“Call me baby, and I’ll knock your teeth out, freak.” Eddie laughed.

“Uh-huh. Tell your King the prices are going up, will you?”

“He can afford it.” Tommy assured and did up his zipper. “Until next time, Munson.”

“Until next time, T.” He purred back and Tommy didn’t register the change of letter until he was passing Steve the weed under the lunch table.

Whatever. He wasn’t gonna call that freak by his first name anytime soon. They weren’t that familiar, and never would be.

(Tommy forgot he already had. Eddie didn’t think he ever would.)

[phantombeesting]

I've been thinking about Trans Steve alot today and his former friendship with Tommy H and how he would handle Billy using gendered names to wind Steve up. I like to think that being Steve's best friend for years he'd still protect that line for him.

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Tommy knows that Billy doesn't know yet. He's not been here long enough to hear the whispers or notice that Steve doesn't change or shower in the boys locker room. That sometimes if his shirts are too tight you can make out the edges of a binder underneath. That doesn't stop the interaction he just witnessed from setting his teeth on edge.

Tommy H: In future don't call him that OK

Billy: What? Princess? If he doesn't want to be called Princess he needs to stop being such a prissy bitch.

Tommy H: That as well. No bitch, baby girl or fucking anything that implies he's less of a guy. He's an asshole but that's where I draw the line.

Billy: Ooo still got a soft spot for your ex girlfriend Hagan?

Billy only has a second to chuckle to himself before the wind is knocked out of him and Tommy has him crowded against the lockers.

Tommy H: Listen very fucking clearly call him literally anything else I don't care but not that. Just not that OK?

Billy raises his hands in surrender. He's a little confused but the right to call Harrington a Princess isn't something worth making waves over.

Billy: Jesus OK Hagan, I got it loud and clear.

Tommy steps back from Billy thankful that he managed to catch him off guard and not end up in a full on fist fight, he could hold his own but didn't like his odds on that one.

Tommy H: Also it would be 'ex boyfriend'

Billy: *stares with eyebrow raised*

Tommy H: If we'd dated he'd be my ex boyfriend.

Billy: erm yeah OK ex boyfriend

Tommy just shallowly nods and walks off towards his next class leaving Billy to wonder what the fuck just happened.

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So Billy changes the way he targets Steve; he doesn't lay off him not in the slightest. The guy still lights a fire under his skin that needs to be stomped out, but he doesn't call him Princess anymore.

There are a few close calls but he manages to catch them which results in some interesting insults …

"Prick"

"Princeton Reject"

"Printer face"

Yeah even Billy was confused by the last one but it was 8am and he was tired so sue him. But after that he settles to just call him "Bambi". He likes the way Steve frowns whenever he says it.

It takes another week or so for Billy to fully understand why Tommy was so protective of his former friend. And Billy admits to himself that it makes him respect Tommy a little more. And makes him think maybe he's safer here than he thought.

[harringrovetrashrat]

I Want It To Be You

(done as a commission for a friend)

Billy wasn’t totally sure how to bring it up.

He and Steve had been dating a while now, spending pretty much all their free time together. Billy’s roommate had been shocked to see him sleeping in his loft last week, for once not in Steve’s single. But who could blame him? Steve was perfect.

Steve had whirled into Billy’s life, put him in his place, and pulled Billy into a whirlwind romance of sorts. If you could call sucking Billy’s dick in the backyard of a frat house romantic. And Billy could, personally. Not only was Steve perfect personality wise, sweet but with fire, he was the best lay Billy’d ever had in his life. He sucked dick like a pro, and Billy was pretty sure Steve’s hole was heaven. Plus, his thighs were soft as hell and he made the sweetest sounds.

But Billy was curious.

Steve had been King Steve in high school, according to his friend Tommy. He’d stopped by for a weekend, hanging out with Billy when Steve had to go off for an appointment. They’d gotten stoned waiting for him, finding it easier to talk to each other with the haze around them.

“God, you should have heard these girls,” Tommy drawled, grinning. “Oh, Steve was so good, he treated me so well. Steve is so handsome, he’s the only guy I ever wanna fuck again. He railed me into next week, I’ve never had dick so good --” He cut himself off with a snicker as Billy scowled. “I assume you agree.” Billy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable.

“I mean, I wouldn’t know,” he said. Tommy turned his head, letting it fall to the side to look at Billy, one eyebrow raised. “He’s always bottomed with me.”

“Huh,” Tommy said. “Not that that’s weird or anything, he loves a good dicking--”

“Do you think he thinks I think he wants to bottom so he never asked?” Billy said, worried. Steve was proud, was out, but Billy knew he’d had trouble with boyfriends in the past. Boys who couldn’t see past Steve’s parts to who he actually was. Who let that dictate how they saw him. Billy liked to top, loved the feeling of someone squeezing around him, but he’d been curious about bottoming. Wondered how it felt.

Steve had never suggested it, so Billy hadn’t thought to bring it up. But now…

“Imma need you to repeat that,” Tommy said. “I’m too stoned to follow whatever that was.”

“Like,” Billy smacked his lips, leaning forward to take a few gulps of water. “Like do you think Steve is bottoming ‘cause he thinks he has to? ‘Cause like, it’s great, don’t get me wrong but…” Tommy nodded, patting Billy’s shoulder.

“Steve doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. Not after his last boyfriend. Honestly, he’d kinda shied away from guys for a while, so I was surprised when he mentioned you.” Tommy smiled, soft and gentle. “He really likes you, you know. Thinks you’re the bees knee .” Billy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his blush. “You know, you could just ask him about it.”

“Shut up,” Billy replied, smiling as Steve entered his dorm. He paused, eyebrow raising.

“You two having fun?” He shut the door, placing the towel Tommy and Billy had forgotten about into the crack at the bottom.

They’d all smoked together after and Billy had forgotten the conversation until later. Until he was laying down to sleep and it all came back. He had laid there, wide awake, listening to his roommate snore, thinking about Steve. About Steve fucking him with his long fingers, slow and sensual. About Steve fucking him with a dildo, going all King on him the way Billy would never admit got him going better than anything else. He’d come embarrassingly fast at the idea of riding Steve.

Now all he had to do was ask.

But he still couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t find a way to bring it up that didn’t make him sweat a little. Didn’t make his stomach do flops.

It was fitting then, that he blurted it out while Steve was talking about his English homework.

“What’s it like bottoming?” Billy said, wincing as his voice came out more of a shout than he’d like. Steve just blinked, eyebrows shooting up.

“It’s nice,” Steve said, slowly. “Kinda weird at first, but, I mean, it eventually feels really good.” Steve trailed his fingers along Billy’s arm lightly, making goosebumps rise on his arms. “Not that I don’t wanna talk about it or anything, but why?” Billy blushed, looking away and chewing on his thumb with a shrug.

“Tommy mentioned that you uh, you had a reputation at school--”

“Tommy running his mouth again,” Steve groaned. “That fucking--”

“And I kinda wanted to try it? With you?” Billy couldn’t look at Steve. “I’ve never really trusted anyone enough, but I’m curious and you’re supposedly really good, and--”

“Whoa whoa,” Steve said, grabbing Billy’s cheeks and turning his face so he could look Steve in the eye. Steve’s eyes were wide, pupils blown, a light flush on his cheeks. “Are you serious? You really-- I mean I figured you’d rather top.” Billy shrugged.

“I like topping, but I mean… I’ve never tried bottoming before and I’d really kinda like it to be you. That tops me. First.” Steve inhaled sharply through his nostrils, catching his bottom lip with his teeth, slowly letting it pop out.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yeah. Yeah let’s-- Let’s plan a night.”

“We can’t just--”

“We’re gonna be fully sober, Billy,” Steve said. “And there’s kinda some prep that goes into bottoming for you.” Billy nodded, smiling at Steve. Wonderful, lovely Steve. Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb along Billy’s cheek. “You’re such a dream,” and he crooked his mouth in a grin, and Billy swallowed thickly. He didn’t know what to say. No one had ever called him that before. Instead, he pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was Saturday morning and Billy was anxious. He’d prepped, he’d cleaned, but he hadn’t stretched, wanting Steve to be the one to do that. Wanted desperately to know what those fingers felt like inside him. Billy shook his head, shifting awkwardly and ignoring his half chub, hoping it would go away. He still had time before going to Steve’s, so he ran to the coffee shop on campus and grabbed himself a breakfast sandwich and black coffee, as well as a dnaish and fancy sweet drink for Steve. The line was longer than he’d have liked, too close to finals for it to be as empty as usual for a Saturday, and he had to run for Steve’s dorm by the time he had paid and gotten the drinks and food.

Steve yanked the door open when Billy arrived, smiling when he held out the coffee and bag of delicious pastry.

“Good, we’ll need the energy.” Billy smirked as Steve turned, heading back into his dorm. Steve had a single, which Billy was always grateful for. They never had to worry about being quick or quiet. Well, quiet for a roommate. Billy was positive Steve’s neighbors hated him. Luckily, he gave absolutely no fucks.

“So,” Billy began, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “I did what you said. Everything is clean.” Steve smiled at him, tucking his head down to give Billy a sweet, chaste kiss.

“You’re so cute,” he said. Billy huffed.

“I think the word you’re looking for is sexy. Unbearably hot. An absolute fucking sex god--”

“Oh my god,” Steve laughed. “Fine, fine. You’re the sexiest man alive. And also the cutest.” Billy tried to bite back his smile, but it was hard. Steve shifted nervously from foot to foot before pulling out a tub from under his bed. Billy’s eyes widened when he set it on the bed and opened it up.

He’d never seen so many sex toys in his life.

“Damn,” he breathed, reaching out and grabbing a monster of a dildo, blue and ribbed. Steve blushed a little, scratching the back of his head. Billy sat down on the bed, looking through the box. Steve sat on the other side.

“I’ve been growing this since like, high school. So I have a lot.” He dug around, pulling out what looked like a harness.

“What’s that?”

“So, here.” Steve dug around in the box, grabbing a flesh colored dildo of pretty average size. He connected it to the front of the harness. “This is the strap. Makes it so I can fuck you properly,” he said, smirking a little. Billy swallowed, feeling something churn in his belly. Something warm and good. Steve bit his lip, setting the strap down and crawling forward, pressing Billy onto the bed. Billy let his head hit the pillow, gazing up at Steve as he hovered above him. “If I do anything that hurts or that you don’t like, you tell me, okay?” The genuine concern and care in Steve’s eyes was way more overwhelming than the idea of a dick in his ass. Billy swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he rasped hoarsely. Steve smiled, soft and kind, and swooped down for a kiss. He gently licked into Billy’s mouth, making him sigh contentedly. Billy slowly heated up the kiss, sucking on Steve’s tongue and biting his lip. Steve groaned, grinding his hips down. Billy had been half hard since this morning, and the friction was delightful, making him gasp. Steve took the chance to roll his tongue in Billy’s mouth, moving to kiss down his neck as Steve’s hips rolled, grinding slow and steady against Billy. They moved against each other, breathing each other’s air, until Billy couldn’t take it. The feel of Steve against him, sweat pants damp from how wet he surely was, was too much. He was already close. “Steve, baby, please--” Steve groaned and pulled back, moving from on top of Billy. Billy rolled over, pushing up onto his elbows and knees. “ Please.”

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed as Billy gave a cheeky grin, despite his blush. He moved so he could see Steve, bangs falling in sweaty pieces across his forehead, cheeks and lips flushed. Billy bit his lip. His nerves were settling now as it got closer, overwhelmed by the anticipation and excitement. Steve slowly pulled Billy’s shorts down, inhaling sharply when he realized Billy was going commando. It wasn’t different than usual, but it never failed to get Steve riled up. He cupped Billy’s cheeks, kneading them as if in a trance, pulling them open to stare at Billy’s hole. It made him shiver.

“Come on, Harrington,” he purred. Steve fumbled for the lube, squirting some onto Billy’s crack. He hissed at the cold, though his skin quickly warmed it up. Steve rubbed it around his hole, breath loud, before squirting some on his fingers.

“One first, okay?” Steve said. Billy harrumphed and stuck his ass out. Steve laughed, biting his lip as he teased Billy’s rim. He prodded gently, sweetly, pushing in to the first knuckle, wiggling, and finally pushing in more. Billy’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes. It was different. A feeling he wasn’t used to. But it wasn’t bad. Steve pushed his finger in and out, wiggling it before curling. Billy’s toes curled and he gasped a little, pushing back against Steve’s finger. Now that was fucking nice. Steve gently rubbed for a minute before pulling his finger out. Billy whined. “Oh my god,” Steve chuckled. “You’re so horny for it.” Billy stuck out his tongue, ignoring how hot his face felt.

“Like you’re any better!” Billy propped himself up, putting on his slutty Steve face. “Billy, oh Billy please! Lemme cum, I wanna cum, just touch me!” Billy yelped, letting out a long moan as Steve sunk two fingers into him, giving his ass a slap.

“Dunno that you should be making fun of the guy with his fingers up your ass, babe,” Steve said.  “Dunno that I like it when you get all sassy when I’m just trying to make you feel good.” He slapped Billy’s ass again. Billy grunted and his dick jumped.

“Shit,” he hissed. Steve kissed the small of his back.

“Just wait till I find your prostate, sweets.” His voice was commanding, but sweet. It made Billy wanna listen, wanna follow his rules, wanna-- Wanna worship him.

“Oh?” Billy panted. “This the King Steve I’ve heard so much about?” Steve grinned, scissoring his fingers. Billy pushed back, sighing against the stretch. It felt good. They moved together, Steve alternating between scissoring and just pistoning his fingers in and out.

“God, you’re gonna be so tight, baby,” Steve hummed, kissing along Billy’s spine. “You’re gonna love when I fuck you. I’m gonna start slow until you can’t stand it, show you just how good you make me feel.” Billy shuddered, moaning against the sheets. Steve added more lube, and a third finger. “You’re taking these so good. Shit, Billy. Being so good for your King.” Billy grinned as his dick kicked, and he pushed back against the fingers. After a moment, he curled his fingers just so, making Billy violently twitch. He let out a loud moan, biting the meat of his palm to quiet himself.

“Fuck,” Billy gasped. Steve had paused, and when Billy turned to look, his eyes were wide and his jaw dropped.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. He pulled his fingers out, standing up and shedding his sweats and boxers. Billy could see how wet, how excited he was as he pulled on the strap, moving to get behind Billy. “You think you’re ready?” He slapped Billy���s ass again, getting a low groan, rolling a condom onto the dildo and lubing it up. Steve rubbed the dick along Billy’s crack.

“Fuck me, Steve,” Billy growled. “For fucks sake.” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re so demanding. If I recall correctly, I’m giving you the King Steve treatment, not the Follow Billy’s Rules treatment.” And before Billy could reply, he slipped in, slowly pushing in the head before pausing, giving Billy time to adjust, before slowly pressing in again. Billy’s jaw dropped and he pushed back, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he whined. Steve licked his lips, smirking.

“Yeah? You like my dick that much, Hargrove? You should see the others.” Billy shuddered as Steve bottomed out. Billy swallowed, panting wetly against the sheets.

“Yeah,” Billy moaned, feeling so full and content. “Fuck yeah.” Steve moved his hips out slowly, leaning forward to kiss Billy’s shoulders and down his spine, sucking hickies between his shoulders. Billy was shaking under him, grasping the sheets tightly in his fists.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve groaned. “I wanna see your face. You okay moving positions?” Billy nodded, biting down on a whine when Steve pulled out. Gentle hands guided him onto his back, hair like a sweaty halo around him. Steve looked down, so beautiful and fucking hot. Everything Billy could ever dream of. He pulled Billy up by the back of his knees, maneuvering them over his shoulders and slipping back in slowly, breathing heavy and pointed. Billy gasped, throwing his head back as he reached up and clamped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve grinned down at him, brown hair damp and hanging around his face.

“Liked that, huh?” Steve purred, slowly pulling back out. Billy couldn’t do much but pant, hand clenching at Steve’s pale skin as he felt the dick slide out. His brain was melted goo, struck dumb by the feeling of Steve pressing into him again, keeping his pace aggravatingly slow and steady. “Fuck,” he whispered, kissing along the column of Billy’s neck. Billy closed his eyes, almost overwhelmed. “You look so good, baby, stretched around me like this.” Billy could feel himself blushing, but he knew the feeling of watching your cock sink into your lover, and his dick kicked, wondering if he looked as good as Steve did.

“Shit, Stevie,” Billy groaned as Steve bottomed out again, pausing in his movements. “Fuck, baby…” Steve shifted, moving forward so he could press deeper into Billy. The harness of the strap rubbed against Billy’s skin, creating a wonderful addition of pleasure to the feeling of being so full. Billy breathed deep, biting his bottom lip as Steve pulled out again, still going maddeningly slow. “Come on,” Billy whined, trying to move his hips so he could speed things up. “Fuck me like you mean it! Like King Steve would-- Fuck!” Billy hadn’t even finished his sentence when Steve smirked, smug and cocky, before slamming his hips back in. His pace was almost brutal, their skin slapping together as he pistoned in and out. Billy forgot what words were, mind blanking as Steve shifted and hit his prostate. He got so much deeper at this angle. And Billy could watch him, see him come apart. Billy moaned, low and rumbly, biting his lips to try and keep from making too much noise. The bed itself rattled against the wall of Steve’s dorm, probably pissing off the neighbors, but fuck them. Billy was getting fucked within an inch of his life, they could suck his dick.

Well, not actually. He’d much prefer if Steve did that.

“You’re so beautiful,” Steve murmured, hand running down Billy’s chest before moving back up to tweak his nipples. The other hand stayed on Billy’s hip, gripping tightly. He slowed his pace down, pulling out with care before snapping his hips back in. Each snap of his hips, each slap of skin, each squelch of lube, sent jolts straight to Billy’s dick. It leaked against his stomach and he arched into Steve’s touch, eyes snapping open, though he barely saw anything. “My beautiful guy,” Steve sighed, leaning down to kiss Billy as he buried his dick deep inside, keeping his hips flush to Billy’s ass. It made his back arch and he reached for his dick, jerking himself rapidly. “Yeah,” Steve breathed, kissing Billy’s neck sloppily, tongue leaving a trail along his collar bone. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he whispered into Billy’s ear. He licked the lobe, giving it a bite. Billy arched, crying out as he came, shooting up his stomach and chest. He gasped loudly, groaning low and long as he stripped his cock, sperm dripping out and onto his stomach, slicing down to pool in between his pecs. Steve pulled out slowly, lowering Billy down before licking at the cooling sperm on his skin. He slurped it up, loud and obnoxious, just like Billy liked. Billy shuddered, licking his lips and pulling Steve up for a kiss. Steve hummed into his mouth before pulling back. He swiftly removed the strap, climbing into bed and pulling Billy against his chest.

“Wow,” Billy said, voice raspy from how loud he’d gotten. He never made that much noise but, well, that was Steve. “That was just-- Wow.” Steve smiled, kissing the back of Billy’s neck.

“You’d wanna do it again?” Steve asked, sounding a little vulnerable.

“Honestly, gimme a few hours, and I’ll be ready.” Steve laughed, loud and bright, before pulling Billy even closer, matching grins on their faces.