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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 2 years ago

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pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic), gwen stacy x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 3.8K

warnings: cursing, very loose scene by scene writing. should be all!

summary: a work visit to 1610

A/N: ATSV SPOILERS DONT READ!!!!! miles is such cutie i love him!!! also, WE DO NOT HATE GWEN STACY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!! SHE IS PRACTICALLY A HOMELESS CHILD THIS MOVIE! SHE IS SCARED!

masterlist / miles morales

“y/n and gwen. i need both of you to head to 1610 and capture the anomaly. don’t mess around, i can only do so much if something goes wrong.”

jessica held her authority high as you and gwen walked behind her. you were excited to visit a new reality, but when you looked beside you, gwen was almost vibrating at the mention of 1610.

“don’t take forever. you have a few hours before i expect the two of you back here and reporting to me. got that?” her yellow goggles staring your teenage selves down.

“yes, ma’am.” a cheesy salute with a smile. she rolled her eyes but you saw the tug to her lips before she walked away.

gwen immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you along, “i can’t wait to introduce you to my friend!” her joyous energy is something you’ve seen only on the really good days she had. and those were kinda rare.

“oh? is this the boy you’ve mentioned before? who you meet last year?” gwen wouldn’t stop talking about said boy when she could mention him.

there was a slight flush to her cheeks at the vague mention of him and you thought it was so adorable. likeness at first sight, you weren’t thinking they were in love. just infatuated with one another.

“well, i can’t wait to meet this mysterious romeo.” rolling the r in the name for dramatic effect. gwen lightly shoved at your shoulder causing the both of you to laugh as she set the portal.

“oh! actually, can we stop by hobie’s place? i wanna get my sweater.” you agreed, happy to see your friend again.

“you’ll call me if you need backup? can’t have my drummer getting hurt.”

“what am i then? flute?”

hobie was relaxed on his sofa with his arms crossed behind his head. he shrugged at your question, “can you play the flute?”

you kicked at some trash on his floor, “once when i was in third grade. so, no.” hobie shrugged again, “then you're our groupie.”

that made you roll your eyes. “yeah, okay. well, we gotta roll, hobie. so see you later, mate.” always trying to annoy him with your horrible british accent. he just laughs though. he and gwen say their goodbyes and the two of you are off to 1610.

“where is this dropping us off?” standing on the other side of the closed portal.

gwen was messing around with her watch, “uh, his bedroom.” flashing you a smile before going back to her watch.

brows furrowed at the information. mouth opening and closing twice, “it’s that a little creepy? dropping in unannounced. especially on a teenage boy.” shuddering at just the thought.

she waved you off, “no, no. it’s fine.” and the bottom opened up.

opening from his ceiling the two of you looked down on a boy. he was wearing a white long sleeve with a blue and red jersey over with the number forty-two. his eyes were closed with his arms crossed behind his head and bopping to whatever was playing through his headphones. a tiny smile on his lips, mumbling lyrics under his breath.

“he’s a cutie.” gwen gave a shove. and you just laughed at her flustered moment.

due to the portal gravity, objects in his room were floating from their locations. but he didn’t seem to notice. “should probably call his attention. getting weird just staring at him.” giving gwen her cue.

she started to call his name, over and over. it only took five tries before his eyes opened. and when he saw the two of you they widened and he pushed himself onto his forearms. “gwen?”

“hey, miles.” she jumped down and onto his bed. you had to maneuver yourself more carefully, feet on the bed (which you apologized for), and then the final step to the solid floor. with the portal closed everything fell. all of his nick-nacks thumping on the ground.

“woah, he- hey, gwen. didn’t- didn’t expect to see you again.” the boy chuckled nervously while he had a hand tucked behind his back. possibly hiding one of his toys.

gwen smiled at his words, “well… surprise.” she did jazz hands. they got lost in each other’s eyes, the company they’d missed for the past year and a half. it was sweet, but you were starting to feel awkward just standing in miles’s room without introducing yourself.

seeing as gwen forgot about your existence, you cleared your throat very obnoxiously. when they looked over, miles showed blatant confusion, brows furrowed and mouth slightly parted. gwen acted like she got caught with her hands in the cookie jar when she was grounded.

“right! miles, this is my friend, y/n. they are from earth-1182.” presenting you as if you were a science project to one of her professors.

you plopped down into his desk chair as you waved with one hand and pulled your mask off with the other. “my reality’s kinda similar to yours except there are animal people.” your eyes flitted around his room like what you said wasn’t crazy to his ears. gwen had to hide her smirk cause she knew what you were doing.

“wait, seriously?” miles sounded astonished by the information. your eyes fell dead on him and raised your brows high, miles seemed to deflate from the simple action. “you're just messing around, aren’t you? since i can’t confirm this.” a nod was all he got.

he laughed anyway and you smiled at the noise. you spun around in the chair and scanned all the art spread out as you heard miles ask gwen, “but seriously, how are you here? the- the collider sent you home. thought that was a one-way ticket out.”

gwen was giving vague answers as a notebook caught your attention and without thinking just started to flip through the pages, wanting to see what other art this miles morales was hiding. and apparently… a lot of gwen. “woah,” whispered under your breath. like a lot of gwen stacy drawings, in vivid detail which is impressive in your opinion.

“missed you too, miles.” and you startled at the sound of gwen’s voice over your shoulder. miles standing beside her with a strained smile as he scratched his neck. gwen moved away to a shelf and you turned to mouth “sorry,” at miles with wide eyes.

“dude, is this a collectible? why is it still in the box?” and miles tried to stop her, but she ripped a purple figure out of its cardboard home then set it down. you didn’t miss the high-pitched whimper and you shot him a look before back to gwen.

“gwen, why don’t we all go for a swing? would love to see this version of brooklyn.” trying to get her an in so the two of you could start your job. you didn’t want to worry about jessica’s potential rath.

her eyes darted to you then back at miles. she leaned against his window with her arms crossed, “what do you say, miles? could be fun if you join us. i mean, we did come all this way, would be kinda rude.” you know she was just teasing, but there sounded like a hint of guilt tripping into making miles join. which wouldn’t be super productive, but you did want to hang with him some more.

“i can’t.” he hung his head, “i’m… grounded.” an embarrassed look on his face.

you stood from his seat, “bummer.” a pat to his shoulder as you walked out his window, throwing your mask on. gwen joined a second later, but she stopped you. miles peered over his windowsill and looked down at the both of you, feet stuck to the side of the building while defying gravity.

“is spider-man grounded?” posing the question as a loophole for miles to join. he seemed hesitant, drumming his fingers on the wood, head looking over his shoulder. a grin replaced the twist to his lips. “one second.” he popped back inside then like he said, a second later he dived out in his suit.

“are you bleeding from your armpits?”

it sounded stupid when you said it aloud, but the red lines decorating the sides of miles’s all-black suit drew your attention. his spider logo that sat on his chest was in the same color, it looked cool.

“no- no. just- just paint.” he stuttered as he swung.

“so miles, how's being spider-man been for the past year? any cool villains?” gwen shouted over the wiping air. miles and gwen stuck close to each other as they swung past and through buildings, while you kept back just a bit to check on your watch.

“yeah, it’s been alright. i fought this dude that called himself, the spot. was ridiculous, he looked like a cow or a dalmatian with all his spots.”

your ears perked at the information, but you didn’t say anything. gwen probably had a similar reaction, but was keeping it hidden. her mind was most likely focused on miles, putting the job on the back burner for the moment, possibly why jessica wanted you to join her.

“so… wait. you never told me, how are you able to be here? both of you. thought only the collider could pull you from different realities.” miles flipped in the air when he released his web before shooting another one and falling with the momentum.

gwen and miles were bantering back and forth with their high-speed swinging and you decided to enjoy the sight of this earth. you zoned in and out of their conversation, trying to give them some privacy unless mentioned, so you didn’t hear gwen’s answer. only miles as he questioned, “wait… so you telling me that there’s an elite group of spider people? is there any way i could be welcomed?”

“all up to miguel and jessica. they are the top two of the place.” an honest answer for miles. you're still kinda new to the place so you know you're in the dark for many things, only told to do your job. you know gwen knows a bit more, reasons why she goes quiet or changes the subject.

gwen and miles continued to swing ahead, needling between buses and trucks. stopping a purse snatcher in pursuit before taking a short ride with the train. you kept note of the differences between the two realities, amazed by the small details, something so simple yet always intriguing.

your watch beeped and it showed you where the spot was located. you looked up and saw gwen and miles ahead, so you took the opportunity to go off course and set up the device. with the device prepared and your watch locked in, you followed gwen’s location and caught up with them at the top of a clock tower.

“where'd you go?” miles asked once you pulled your mask off. “oh, sorry. i was distracted by the buildings, we have different structures or gardens in some spots. always intriguing to me.” truth and a lie.

you looked around for gwen but didn’t spot her, “where’s gwen?”

miles just pointed at a gargoyle and you knew what he meant. she was under it watching the skyline. you decided to give her a moment to herself. you did a slow lap of the structure, gloved hand trailing over the stone pillars. index finger toying with the cracks from wear and tear, it brought back unpleasant memories.

“y/n?” a hand touched your shoulder and it caused you to flinch. you turned and saw miles with his hands up and a nervous grin, “sorry, sorry. didn’t mean to scare. you were just really quiet and looked kinda… sad.” he lowered his hands to his sides, and you had a feeling on what he was gonna ask.

“wanna… wanna talk about it? only if- only if you want, of course.” he’s so awkward it’s adorable. you see why gwen likes him.

you lean against a pillar as you watch the sun begin its slow descent between the fifteen-story buildings. how the birds twitter and fly back to their little nest and bird families. the honking of horns is barely audible and the people look like ants from this high, feeling like you're the only person in the world.

you trust miles, can tell he’s kind and means well with his words. “i lost someone up here. stupid goblin (harry) with his hoverboard or whatever he calls it. wasn’t fast enough and wasn’t strong enough. thought about quitting, and did for about two months. but… they need a spider. we keep them safe, the city safe. so whenever i’m out there swinging, fighting the bad guys, and helping the people, i think of them. i do it for them.”

a few tears dropped but you didn’t bother wiping them away, enjoying the release of emotions. you saw miles out the corner of your eye, how his face crumbled a bit and how his fingers twitched. without thinking you held his hand and squeezed. maybe for him, maybe for you, it didn’t matter, it just felt nice.

“why don’t you go hang with gwen? the both of you have catching up to do.” gentle smile with another squeeze before you stepped away.

when miles disappeared under the gargoyle you tapped your watch and got in contact with jessica. “everything going to plan?” she sounded busy, “yeah. the device is planted and is tracking the spots movements.”

“good. now just make sure you stop him in time. don’t get distracted. and especially don’t let gwen get distracted.” you nodded and she signed off.

sometimes you wish you never accepted the offer to join, but at least you're making friends out of this and visiting new realities. bright spots from the gloomy clouds.

“yo, y/n!” miles’s voice was carried in the wind. you stood with your feet stuck to the face of the statue and leaned over, miles and gwen upside down. “you called.”

miles and gwen smiled at each other and then miles asked, “wanna head to a party?”

“are you sure it’s okay we’re here? isn’t this just for family?”

“uh, yeah. friends were invited too.”

the three of you changed into normal clothes and miles was leading you and gwen up a set of fire escape stairs on the side of the building where he lived. you felt nervous about crashing a party meant for his dad, but you also had nothing to do until there was an update on the spot and you didn’t want to sit around and watch his building. gwen had no problems with leaving the job for a few hours.

“you guys stay here while i go get us some food. you’ll love it, trust me.” miles left the two of you at a little water tower as he grabbed a plate of food at the party.

“are you sure we can’t tell him the-“ “no.”

gwen cut you off plain and simple. she looked high-strung whenever you would mention the mission or jessica or miguel. your not sure what she knows, but it’s something that isn’t meant to be shared.

you changed the subject back to miles, on him specifically. “i hope you're not stringing along loverboy. he likes you, the drawings solidified that claim.” elbows leaning against the metal railing. back to the city and face to stare down gwen. you heard how she mentioned hobie a few times and you could hear the jealous ringing in your ears from miles.

gwen sighed, “it’s just… complicated.” that made you roll your eyes. “how? how is it complicated? you have a watch to travel to different realities and just now you’re seeing your friend… after a year.”

when you looked at her again her head was down and she was picking at the metal of her watch. you went a little hard on her. “sorry. not trying to be an asshole, but come on. are you just… scared? of getting close to people cause of what we do? what we’ve been through?”

she sent a sideways glance and didn’t say anything. you can’t blame her for having that attitude, you had that attitude for two months and it was just wallowing pity and a black hole of nothing. being around people makes the job of being a spider… worth it.

“we’ve all lost someone due to this, but having friends that understand is the best part about this new gig we got. so don’t try to push him away or me. we’re here for each other.”

she only sent a smile and the both of you stopped talking until miles came back with his plate of food. you picked out bites that looked tasty and, oh they were delicious. you could stuff your whole face with food if it wasn’t impolite.

“woah, slow down. got plenty of food.” miles spoke around a full mouth. you narrowed your eyes as you covered your mouth to properly chew your food down.

“hey, can i check out your watch?” pointing a lazy finger at your metal band. slipping it off with ease you set it in his waiting palm. “just be careful.” not wanting any of your settings messed with.

miles turned it this way and that, eyes taking in every piece of the small technology. he leaned forward against the railing, finger pads tapping mindlessly. “so… how long have both of you been part of this… society.”

food that was halfway to your mouth stopped as you answered easily, “about… four months. jessica honestly didn’t like me at first, but she got used to my charming personality.” miles chuckled and you ate more food.

gwen was quiet, and you knew why. you just waited and miles watched her. “gwen?” she ran a finger over the railing then sighed, “a… year.”

miles stilled, “a…a year? you- you could’ve visited…” his fingers curled tight around your watch and you heard beeping. you grabbed it gently but with force to let him know you need it back. you slipped it back on and checked on the spot, all seemed good.

“miles, i just… i was busy. there’s a bunch of stuff we have to do…” “yeah, yeah. no, i- i understand.”

the space grew thick with tension and it didn’t get better when miles’s parents showed up. and you noticed that mrs. morales was holding gwen’s sweater.

“hi, this was left in miles room, so, i’m guessing it belongs to either of you.” a tight smile on her face. gwen grabbed it sheepishly.

“rio, miles has told me so much about you.” brows raised at her using first names. you even heard mrs. morales mutter “she used my first name.”

you tried to save face by introducing yourself since gwen wasn’t doing a great job and miles was quiet. “hi, mr. and mrs. morales. i’m y/n, miles’s friend from… art class.”

that loosens them up only a smidge. “actually it’s davis. soon to be captain jeff davis.” his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“right. congratulations on the promotion, captain davis. miles is extremely proud of you.”

they hummed, two sets of eyes, one light brown and the other dark green scrutinizing you. oh, how you wished to swing away at this moment. and luckily for you, your watch beeped.

“i am so sorry, but me and gw-“ “gwanda!” miles shouted and you flinched. “gwanda and y/n have to- to- to go help their parents with something.” terrible lie from miles.

and you could tell his parents weren’t too convinced as they looked between you and gwen. “adopted siblings.” she tried to save the day. rio and jeff looked at each other and shrugged.

“well… it was nice meeting… the both of you.” mrs. morales seemed hesitant around the both of you. “you two have a good night.”

gwen climbed down the stairs while you made final goodbyes. “mrs. morales you have a lovely son, you should be proud. and again, congratulations captain davis. i know new york is safe in your hands.”

you and gwen walked back to the stairs you came up. you went down first and when you didn’t hear the loud metal creaking, you looked up. gwen hesitated at the top, head barely turned to the left before she made her descent.

“well… that could have gone better.”

no one ever talks about how swinging through the night with different directions of light is difficult. you don’t have night vision built in your eyes, and the blinding light from the train slowly gives you a headache. you kept your complaints to yourself seeing as gwen is not in a talking mood.

the two of you land on the building where you planted the device and when you see the state of the building, you knew the two of you were fuc-

“no, no, no! oh, crap!” gwen took off while you were still processing the giant hole on the side of the building.

when you joined gwen she already had her scanner out and the room was lit in its orange glow, showing the outlines of how everything originally looked before the disaster.

with gwen distracted, she must not have heard the tiny noises, but you did. sometimes you think your ears are tuned just a bit higher than the average spidey person. doing a slow one-eighty on your heel, bare eyes squinted into the small space trying to find a source.

“y/n.” you jumped when a hologram of jessica popped up. you looked to gwen and she was telling you with her wide eyes, ‘end the call’.

“hi- hi, jess. how’s hq?” she had a bored look. “fine. what about the anomaly?”

“yep, yep. everything’s fine just getting some loose ends done. okay, talk later.” ended the call before she could ask more questions. you know she’ll be upset with you later.

gwen continued to rewind the scene before the two of you. the spot talking to himself about how he needs more spots or something. he was building a machine and then something happened, which caused the explosion.

“we’re so screwed.” gwen groaned.

now her watch beeped and she got a personal chat with jessica that was being straightforward with her. you were distracted once again, feeling like there was another person in the room. and you swear when you tilt your head just a little to the right…

“y/n,” gwen tapped your shoulder, “we gotta go. he’s moving.”

a portal opened, the bright multiple-colored wormhole shining through the dark and starless night. both of you looked through the opening. gwen stared straight at the skyline where you were sure that you could see an outline upside down.

“goodbye, miles.” gwen whispered. you could tell how much she wished to stay longer or have him join, but that was dangerous.

she walked into the vibrant colors and you stayed back for a moment longer. you stretched a hand out, eyes trying to follow the faint glimmer. when you heard an intake of breath, you knew then. you dropped your hand and took two steps back.

mask in hand, eyes still focused on the spot. “be safe, spider-man.” mask pulled over your face and you ran forward to complete your mission.

a/n2: i dont plan on a second part for this. so dont ask for one.

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fckinwild-kiwi · 10 months ago

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Our Love Child (Steddie)

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Warnings: Cursing (anything else let me know????) Word Count: 7.6k

Author's Note: To be honest, this might not be worth reading? I saw a prompt on Tumblr a few weeks ago and then this started rotting in my mind. I had to write it so that I could finally sleep at night! I cringed writing the kiss scene, that is not what I am good at. I am so sorry in advance :')

“Okay class, I have already paired you up for the next assignment. When I call your name, come up and grab your flour baby and join your partner at their desk.” A collective set of groans echoed around the room. Steve, being the oddball out, sat up straight as he listened for his name. “Munson and Harrington.”

With wide-eyes, Steve stood up to walk to the front of the room to collect his new flour child. “Hey, big boy,” He heard from behind him as he grabbed the sack of flour.

“Munson,” Steve acknowledged, as he turned towards the metalhead. “You ready to be a dad?”

“I was nervous,” Eddie said, looking at the flour in Steve’s arms before looking up and at Steve. “But I’m less nervous knowing that I’m partnered up with the jock with the most motherly instincts.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Steve mumbled before turning to go back to his desk. Eddie quickly grabbed the baby blanket on the table next to their teacher’s desk.

“I didn’t mean that in a shitty way, Harrington,” Eddie said quickly, taking the seat in front of Steve. “I would much rather do this stupid project with you than anyone else. I mean I have already taken this class, as I’m sure you know. I should have graduated last year but the stupid gym credit, English class, and this stupid baby assignment really fucked me over. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf but at this rate, I’m not even sure it will be enough. It’s just so hard to come to school every day… But you have great motherly instincts. I’ve seen you with those kids you hangout with…not that I watch you all the time. And I know if we were to have our own kids, not that I’m thinking of us having kids , but you know we do share a sack of flour…our kids would be in great hands is what I’m trying to say. Ugh, slap me when you want me to shut up…”

“Nah, I wouldn’t slap you, Eddie,” Steve said, letting a chuckle slip up. The sound of the laugh and his name being said aloud caused Eddie’s eyes to whip up and look at Steve. “In fact, you can keep going if you’re going to continue to say nice things about me...how many kids are you thinking we are going to have? I’ve always wanted a big family.”

“Oh shut up,” Eddie said, barking out a laugh before punching Steve in the shoulder. “So how should we do this?”

—

Two days later, Steve was both exhausted and exhilarated. He was really starting to get the groove of this whole parenting thing. For one, Steve absolutely loved when he had to hold his flour child. There was something so comforting about keeping something that you’re supposed to protect close to your chest. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Steve asked, Eddie startling him from his thoughts.

“I asked, what do you think we should name our love child? He’s two days old and it’s about time we named him. I was thinking of something metal like Ozzy.”

“We are not naming our love child after a man who bit the head off of a rat.”

“It was a bat and it’s hot that you even knew that,” Eddie said, looking up at Steve with moony eyes. “What name do you suggest then?”

“I was thinking something simple like, James?”

“Boring,” Eddie said with a faux yawn. “But whatever you think is best, sweetheart. I’ll love our little Jimmy regardless. In fact, I love him so much that I think it’s my turn to take him home tonight.”

“Are you sure you want to take him overnight?” Steve questioned, his grip on their love child tightening. He was excited for this project with Eddie, it’s his chance to get to know him better and hopefully curb this crush that has been bubbling for far too long but could he trust Eddie to keep Jimmy alive overnight?

“You don’t trust me to protect JimBo?”

“I don’t particularly like these nicknames you’re coming up with for our son,” Steve grumbled out, putting one hand on his hip as he cradled James in the other. “I don’t doubt your ability to take care of the child though.”

“Good, then it’s my night,” Eddie said, grabbing the bag of flour out of Steve’s arms before pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s forehead and running off.

“What the fuck just happened,” whispered Steve, touching his forehead.

—

Later that night, Steve was pacing. Why in the fuck is he so stressed about Eddie watching a bag of flour. This “child” of theirs was literally just a pantry staple. It wasn’t a real person! He can leave it on the table all night and it would be fine. The phone ringing at 12:46 a.m. was enough to get him out of his head for a split second. For some reason, the voice he was hoping to hear sent an odd feeling of dread down his spine,“Maybe you should have doubted me.”

“Eddie,” Steve groaned. “What the fuck happened?”

“I can’t explain it over the phone, I am so sorry Stevie,” Eddie whispered, Steve could sense his voice being clogged with emotion but the nickname caught him off guard.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning, Eds, we’ll run to the store and get a new baby. We will have to rename it too,” Steve said, trying to sound reassuring. It was a sack of flour for God’s sake. It’s not like Mr. Jones would know they purchased a new bag of flour.

“I killed our first child,” Eddie choked out. “I’m the worst partner ever, oh fuck. You should tell Mr. Jones that you need a new partner. There’s a reason I couldn’t even pass this last year.”

“Eddie, Eds, stop,” Steve said, as he began to laugh. “It’s a bag of flour. Shit happens, I’m not going to sweat it and you shouldn’t either. And for the record, if you decide you don’t want me as your partner anymore, you can tell Jones yourself. I’m not going to go willingly.”

“Keep talking like that big boy,” Eddie whispered, his voice catching in his throat, trying to play off his earlier emotions. “And I’ll start to think you have a crush on the Freak or something.”

“I’ve had crushes on worse people,” Steve whispered back, a small smile lingering on his lips. “Good night, Eddie. I’ll see you in the morning so we can pick up our new baby.”

—

Steve was buzzing, which maybe wasn’t the most unusual for him as he was a morning person but it definitely had something to do with this project with a certain metalhead. It was exactly 7:06 in the morning when Steve drove his Beamer up the path of the Forest Hills trailer park. Getting out of the car, he began to walk up the path to Eddie’s trailer. As he took the first step onto the trailer’s porch a voice called out to him, “What are you doing here, boy?”

“Oh,” Steve said, startled. “Um, sorry for the intrusion sir. I’m here to pick up Eddie. We’re doing a project together for health class and he called me last night to tell me he accidentally let our kid die. We’re going to get a new baby— I mean a sack of flour from the store.”

“That damn flour child assignment?” The man questioned.

“That’s the one,” Steve said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet.

“Well, I’m about to head in and go to sleep, I’ll holler at Ed for ya. You’re welcome to come inside and wait if you’d like. I’ll be surprised if the boy is already up and at ‘em. Usually takes a miracle to wake him up in the morning.”

Steve nodded, following who he presumed was Eddie’s uncle into the trailer. As they walked through the threshold, Steve could hear whistling and a low humming coming from a different room. “You already awake, son?” Wayne called into the trailer.

“Ah, yes, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie singsonged, still in the other room. “Steve Harrington is supposed to be coming by to pick me up. You see, I might have accidentally let our first child die. And I might have not slept a wink last night after a very pleasant phone call from— AH!”

“Steve’s here already,” Wayne chuckled as Eddie walked into the room, noticing Steve’s figure and cutting himself off from telling his own story.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve whispered, a small smile forming on his lips.

“When did you arrive, my liege?”

“I just got here a few minutes ago, I was talking to Mr. Munson out on the porch—”

“Boy, you better call me Wayne,” interrupted the older man.

“Sorry,” Steve said, sheepishly. “Wayne and I were talking outside. He wanted to make sure you were awake.”

“Though this feels like a dream, I can assure you I am most definitely awake. Now that you two are introduced, we need to go pick out our second child and the old man needs to get some sleep, off we go!”

—

“So,” Steve began as he started backing the car out of Eddie’s driveway. “How did you happen to kill James?”

“It was a most tragic event. I sat him on Gareth’s couch last night, all wrapped up like a bug in a rug. He was sleeping so peacefully, I rocked him and everything,” Eddie assured Steve, his hand reaching out to touch his arm before continuing. “But then, as I was working on my current DnD campaign, I hit a groove that I wasn’t expecting. I mean just going to town and creating scenarios that I know the party is going to be pissed about. As I grabbed the manuals I was looking for, I must have accidentally put them on top of Jimmy and then Gareth was acting like an asshole and began to hit me so I had to take matters into my own hands. Long story short, I threw him onto the couch and he landed on our baby. Good news is, he didn’t feel any pain. The baby, I mean. Gareth definitely felt some pain.”

“Rest assured our child died peacefully,” Steve choked out, in between giggles. “Only you, Eddie Munson, would admit to killing our child, do it with the most earnest story, and not even try to blame the accident on someone else.”

“I’m nothing if not honorable,” Eddie said, lips quirked up.

“Yeah, you’re honorable alright,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. Steve pulled into a parking spot, put the car in park and looked towards the boy in his passenger seat. “Alright, let’s go pick out our child. You will only have supervised nightly visits from now on. Until you can be deemed trustworthy again.”

“That is fair,” Eddie said, shaking his head before following Steve out of the car. “So what do these supervised visits entail?”

“Shut up, Munson,” He said, punching Eddie in the shoulder.

Side by side, they walked through the supermarket and straight to the baking aisle. As they approached the bags of flour sitting on the bottom row, Eddie grabbed the bag of flour sharing the same branding as their previous child. “I’m thinking we should name our new baby, Aragorn. I’ll probably call him Ari for short.”

“Eddie,” Steve said, releasing a sigh. “That name sounds like something out of DnD. Why that name?”

“You know DnD?”

“Um, yes… but I have no clue how to play it. It’s too much math and random things to remember. The kids I babysit like to play and you were just talking about it. It’s all very fantastical so a name like that would definitely stick out to me as DnD.”

With wide eyes, Eddie continues to stare at Steve, his mouth slightly agape. As the younger boy started to walk towards the cash register, Eddie trailed after him. “You’ve tried to play DnD?”

“A few times. But like I said, it didn’t work out for me.”

“Well, I’m going to try and recruit those pipsqueaks to my club to play with me and my friends. You’re also going to have to attend one of my sessions.”

“I could be persuaded,” Steve said, looking at Eddie before he grabbed the sack of flour he just paid for. “Come on, we’re going to be late for school.”

Eddie trailed after Steve, following him toward the blue BMW. “Lord of the rings.”

“What?”

“The name I picked out, Aragorn. It’s the protagonist of Lord of the Rings.”

“So I was basically right.”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie said, letting out a laugh. “You were basically right.”

—

Steve had been fulfilling his fatherly duties the whole day. He brought the baby to all of his classes and in HomeEc, Steve passed the baby to his other father so they could “bond.” Those were Eddie’s words, not Steve’s. When the last bell finally rang, his next plan was to take baby Ari to the park and pretend to put the sack of flour in a swing. Even a sack of flour needed fresh air, right?

“Stevie!”

Hearing the nickname that only Eddie used made his head rush, Steve, willing the blush on his cheeks to down, turned towards the metalhead. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

“I barely got to see you today—I mean you and baby Ari today! Where are you going?”

“Oh,” Steve said, flustered by Eddie’s choice of words. Of course he meant the flour baby. “I was going to take Ari to the park to ride in the swing for the first time! Did you want to come with me?”

“Um, I want to say yes,” Eddie started. “But I can’t, I have band practice tonight. I would like to see our son tonight though.”

“Oh, okay, right. Here—”

“No, Stevie,” Eddie said, putting his hands up to stop Steve from passing the baby over. “I have supervised visits, remember? Do you want to come to band practice with me and bring our baby? To make sure I don’t get into trouble, of course.”

“Of course, I guess I can’t trust you with Aragorn alone yet.” He paused, a smile on his face as he pretended to ponder his decision. “I’d love to watch you and your friends practice your ridiculously loud music.”

“Yes!” Eddie cheered, turning away from Steve and pumping his fist in the air. “Can’t wait to have my two favorite guys there to support me! I’ll even get some headphones out for baby Ari.”

“I drove us to school this morning, can I drive you to Gareth’s?” Steve asked, trying not to think about what Eddie just said about him being one of his favorite guys. There’s no way this man thought about him the same way he did. Steve was definitely going to bring this up to Robin later.

“I’ve been giving Gareth driving lessons so I’ll ride with him, it’ll be good practice for the young padawan! Just keep our baby safe and I’ll lead the way,” Eddie said, winking at Steve before turning around and walking towards Gareth’s vehicle.

After quickly saluting the metalhead, Steve got in his car and began to follow him. This whole assignment wasn’t meant to make people fall in love but the last few hours had been the most domestic fun Steve has had in years. After Nancy broke his heart and stomped on it in front of the entire school, Steve had struggled with feeling fulfilled or worthy of this kind of attention. Robin would remind him how wonderful and deserving of love he was and that was great. It’s one of the best feelings when you find your best friend in this crazy world but he couldn’t help but ache for something a little more romantic. Eddie being so kind and actively wanting him to be around, when he could easily hate him for Steve’s past King Steve bullshit was not lost on him. He couldn’t help but fester his already pathetic lovesick crush on the boy.

Three minutes later, Steve pulled in behind Gareth’s car in an unfamiliar driveway. Once the car was safely in park and the car turned off, Eddie jumped out of the passenger side, walking towards Steve’s BMW.

“So what’s the verdict,” Steve asked, grabbing the flour baby and closing his car door. “Is Gareth a safe driver?”

“He’s got a lot of learning to go,” Eddie began as his friend scoffed in the back. “He’s getting pretty good though!”

Steve let out a laugh at Gareth’s reaction, stepping forward to become shoulder to shoulder with Eddie. A slight touch of someone’s pinky snapped Steve out of his daydream. “Follow me, Stevie,” Eddie said whispering. Glancing down at the metalhead’s pinky touching his hand, Steve felt his whole body catch fire and he did just that. As they walked into the house, Eddie led Steve through the entryway and into a side door leading to the garage. “You assholes are late,” came a voice in the garage, set up as a mini recording studio complete with couches, a full drum kit, rugs, amps, and microphones.

“Sorry, Gareth was driving and my baby daddy and love child followed us so we couldn’t rush too much,” Eddie responded with a shrug before walking over to the guitar stand to grab his guitar and plug it into the amp. “This is my sweetheart, one of the great loves of my life, next to Ari and you of course,” Eddie said lovingly, petting the instrument as he mumbled out the last part of his sentence.

With heat rushing to his cheeks, Steve pushed Eddie trying to turn his body away so he would miss the blush. From behind them, someone cleared their throat, making Steve jump away from Eddie.

“Ugh, hi,” Steve said, waving to the group of guys in front of him.

“Steve Harrington, didn’t expect you to willingly hangout with the likes of us,” a man holding a guitar, who Steve remembered as Jeff, said.

“I’m sorry for how I acted before in school, Jeff, not only to you but to Eddie, Gareth, and Doug as well” Steve said, hating how he could just never seem to escape the shit past he created. “That’s not who I really am and I’m trying really hard to prove that.”

“Good enough for me, a friend of Eddie’s is a friend of mine,” Gareth said. “Let’s get this show on the road, I have to go inside and babysit my cousin tonight. The parents are all going to Enzo’s to celebrate some big promotion of my Mom’s.”

“Let’s rock! One, two, one, two, three, four!” With a wink pointed towards Steve, Eddie began to play the guitar. Thirty minutes later, the band was taking a five minute water break and Eddie excused himself to the bathroom inside. “How’s the HomeEc assignment going?”

“It’s going good,” Steve said, shrugging. “Eddie is kinda ridiculously clumsy. Our first bag of flour, named James, was murdered by him last night. That’s why I’m here. He said he wanted to see the baby but I limited him to supervised visits with our new baby Aragorn.”

“Clumsy? Eddie?” Jeff questioned, causing Gareth to let out a chuckle.

“Aragorn?” Doug said, pointedly. “Can’t believe you let him name the bag of flour after a Lord of the Rings character.”

“Yeaaah, he seemed really excited about the name though. It’s kind of growing on me,” Steve drug out, a blush coating his cheeks before looking at the guys skeptically. “Is he not a clumsy guy though? We didn’t even have the bag of flour for 12 hours before he killed it.”

“You see that guitar over there?” Gareth said, pointing at Eddie’s Sweetheart. “Eddie has had that thing for three years, and he has never as much let it get scratched. If that man cares for something, nothing is going to happen to it.”

“Oh, he calls it his sweetheart, right?” Steve asked, Gareth nodding in response. Clearly he didn’t care about their love child as he kept calling it. “Right, I mean it’s a stupid sack of flour so hard to compare them, right?”

“‘Course,” Jeff said, giving Steve a small smile before Eddie bounded back into the garage.

“Ready to keep rocking?” He asked, walking over to where Steve was sitting and picking up baby Ari. As he scooped up the sack of flour, he began walking back towards his guitar, but as he turned, his foot got caught in the microphone wire. The quick motion caused Eddie to lose his footing and fall forward, the bag of flour falling out and onto the floor where it exploded open. “Stevie, I’m so sorry…”

“Honestly Eds, it’s fine,” Steve whispered as he looked between the pile of flour on the floor and the wide-eyed man in front of him. “I’m going to head home now though. I’m tired and I guess you don’t need supervision anymore if there’s no kid, right? You’ll be fine to get home on your own?”

“What? No, wait!” Eddie called out after him, following him to the front door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, Eddie, I know you didn’t mean to,” Steve said, running his hands through his hair. “But fuck, it’s like you don’t even care!”

“You know that’s not true,” Eddie said, taking a step forward, reaching out towards Steve before dropping his hands.

“No, no I don’t. You’ve literally ruined two bags of flour in less than 48 hours. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Steve said, walking out the front door and hopping in his car to speed home.

With tears in his eyes and an empty home in front of him, Steve locked his car door and walked inside. After kicking his sneakers off by the door, Steve picked the phone and called Robin. He felt ridiculous. There was no way Eddie even had a crush on him so taking his lack of caring personal was on him. Robin had spent months reminding Steve that you can’t put expectations on other people…and look at what he did. He expected Eddie to suddenly like boys and care about this stupid classroom assignment. It really was just a bag of flour. What was the big deal?

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” Robin said through the phone. “Eddie Munson is a great guy but he’s never been the best at school and he’s not known as some crazy Casanova. Maybe he just has a fatass crush on you and he continues to lose his cool?”

“Yeah right, please don’t put false hope in my head,” Steve grumbled, flinging himself onto his bed. “It’s getting late though and I have a stupid headache forming so I’m going to go to sleep, Robs.”

“Steve, I love you. Please be kind to yourself. Talk to Eddie, he’s a good guy. Honestly, what if he’s afraid of your King Steve persona beating the shit out of him? Like it’s not easy to be a queer person especially in Hellhole, Indiana.”

“I know he’s good, Robin. Trust me… I wouldn’t hit him for anything, what the fuck. Everyone knows my reputation with getting in fights,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “But you do have a point. I'll talk to him tomorrow. I love you too. Bye.”

—

Steve woke up with a killer migraine and way too much self-doubt to be considered healthy. Going through the motions, he showered, made a cup of coffee, and laced up his sneakers before slinging his backpack on his back and making his way to the car. He tried to drink some water while driving to school, hoping to ease the migraine. As he pulled into his normal parking space, he spotted Eddie’s rusted van parked a few spots over. The metal head leaning on the front with a baby blanket sitting in his arms.

“What the hell,” Steve whispered before exiting the car.

“Steven Marie Harrington, I am so sorry,” Eddie said loudly to get Steve’s attention.

“Eddie that is not my middle name,” Steve responded back at the same volume as he began walking towards the curly haired boy.

“Well that’s the best I could come up with,” Eddie said, cheeks warming up when Steve nudged his shoulder. “Look I’m—”

“I’m so—”

“Let me first,” Eddie said, causing Steve to look up at him, wide-eyed. “I am so sorry for last night, Stevie. I was so fucking clumsy and I didn’t mean to kill our second love child. Second. I’m such a fuck up that I’ve killed two sacks of flour.”

“You’re not a fuck up,” Steve whispered, looking at Eddie’s arms where the baby blanket rested. “I also don’t think you’re clumsy. The guys told me that you’ve never even let so much as a scratch on your Sweetheart but you’ve killed two sacks of flour so it has to be that you don’t care or something. Which I get. It’s a stupid school assignment. But I just want to do well, Eds.”

“I want to do well, too,” Eddie said, exasperated. “I went to the store this morning, bought our third baby. This one is going to stick because third times a charm. And I think you should name her.”

“Her?”

“It looks like a pretty princess, right?” Eddie questioned. “She gets it from her Dad.”

“Sure, Eds,” Steve said giggling. “I think we should name her Beth.”

“Princess Beth, has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah it does, now hand her over, you’re limited to getting supervised time with her and that means that you can’t even hold her for a bit. We’re working back up on that trust.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie said as he let out a sigh. “Do you want to hang out tonight? Maybe watch a movie at my place? My uncle is going to be at work. We can do homework together too, work on this stupid report?”

“Oh, um…”

“We don’t have to,” Eddie said, backtracking as quickly as he could. “I need to keep working on my next DnD campaign anyway…”

“No!” Steve yelled. “I mean, no. I would love to hangout with you but I actually made plans with Robin and one of the middle schoolers I babysit, Dustin Henderson. We are going to Benny’s for dinner. Do you want to come with us?”

“Actually,” Eddie started before flinging his arm around Steve and guiding him towards the high school. “Benny’s with your girl and middle school bestie sounds fun.”

“Ew,” Steve said, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist draped over his shoulder. “Rob is not my girl. She is my platonic with a capital P soulmate. And Dustin is a little asshole who is too smart for his own good so don’t let the middle school part fool you, he probably knows more than all three of us combined.”

“I can’t wait, Stevie,” Eddie said smiling at Steve as they came to a stop in front of Steve’s first hour class. “I’ll see you in HomeEc?”

“See you in a few hours,” Steve said untangling himself from Eddie as the older boy began to walk away. Steve looked down at the sack of flour in his hands, “I am diving into deep waters, Bethie girl.”

—

Steve took a seat next to Robin in their shared U.S. History elective, the smile on his face and the sack of flour in his arms hard to miss. “You’re in a quite a different mood than the one you were in on the phone last night. Did your headache go away?”

“Actually, now that you mention it, I think it is gone,” Steve said, the smile still plastered to his face as he shoved the sack of flour on the table. “Eddie picked up our new child, this is Beth.”

“I think I’m going to drop out so I don’t have to do that stupid assignment next year.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “I also invited Eddie to eat with us tonight.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t like your tone,” Steve said, crossing his arms before narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “Why did you say it like that?”

“Last night you were crying about this boy probably not having feelings for you, now you’re giddy because he agreed to eat dinner with you, me, and a fourteen year old. You, my friend, are a dingus.”

“Shut up.”

“You need to either tell him how you feel or just find a way to move on. Do what I do, stare at your crush from afar and know that it’ll never happen. We can’t keep letting these crushes affect our entire mood. It’s not healthy.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Steve sighed, turning his attention to the teacher walking into the room. “I’ll try not to feel so much.”

“Steve, you know that’s not—”

“No, I heard you,” Steve said, cutting her off and effectively ending the conversation.

Two hours later, Steve was making his way to the HomeEc classroom. As he made the turn into the classroom, he was stopped by Tommy H. An arm wrapping around his shoulders much like Eddie’s this morning but lacking the same warmth and safety as Tommy spoke,“Heard you were partnered with the Freak for your baby project.”

“Eddie Munson is my partner for the Flour Baby project, what is it to you, Tommy?”

“Just don’t want you to get wrapped up in that cult of his. We used to be best friends once, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Get the hell away from me,” Steve said, throwing Tommy’s arm off of his shoulders. “I would much rather be partnered with Eddie in every school project than be forced to talk to you for even a second. He’s awesome and has been a better friend to me in the last five days than you were in our ten years of friendship. So take your energy somewhere else.”

“Whatever,” Tommy scoffed. “You know he’s gay right? It’s written all over the bathroom stalls.”

“I’ve never been one to listen to what the bathroom stalls say about others, but I’d still like him just as much if he was gay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class,” Steve said, before he mumbled under his breath. “Asshole.”

Steve entered the classroom right as the tardy bell rang. As he walked over to the desk that he and Eddie shared, he noticed that Eddie had not yet arrived. With a sigh, he sat down, placing Beth on the table and getting out his notebook.

“Miss me, princess?” Eddie asked, scooping up the bag of flour as he plopped down next to Steve.

“Well only a little,” Steve said automatically before he realized what he said. “I mean, Beth. Beth obviously missed her dad, quite a bit. Not me, I just saw you a few hours ago.”

“Aw, sweetheart,” Eddie said. As he watched Steve’s cheeks light up pink, he leaned in and whispered, “I missed you too.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, giggling and nudging Eddie away.

The rest of the class went without any hiccups. Together they began to write down their experiences and started the report that would be due the following week on Wednesday. Though they still had a few days left of this assignment, Steve was already feeling sad that it was almost over.

“Do you want to ride to Benny’s together?” Eddie asked, breaking Steve out of his thoughts.

“I have to pick Dustin up from school and Robin comes with me. She doesn’t have a car. You are more than welcome to join us, though?”

“Oh, um, I don’t want to take up your entire car,” Eddie said, awkwardly chuckling. “I’ll meet you guys there then?”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve said, eyes shining up at Eddie. He stood up, putting his stuff in his backpack before taking the sack of flour from Eddie right as the bell rang dismissing the class. “See you tonight, then?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!”

—

“Why did you invite someone else to our weekly Benny’s trip?” Dustin said, crossing his arms in the backseat.

“How do you know Steve invited Eddie, what if I did?” Robin questioned, turning to look at the younger boy.

“You, Rob? Eddie Munson is so not your type,” Dustin said, tilting his head to challenge the argument.

“Point taken, Steve did invite Eddie.”

“We are working on a project together,” Steve began. “I hung out with him a few other times this week and he’s been a lot of fun. I want to keep hanging out with him.”

“Are you into him? Like into him into him?”

“What?!”

“Because it’s okay if you are, you’re getting a weird goo-goo look in your eyes, the same one that I get when I talk about Suzie,” Dustin said, looking at Steve in the rearview mirror.

“I…I’m not sure,” Steve said, releasing a sigh. “I haven’t fully figured out my feelings” Total lie, I absolutely like Eddie Munson, Steve thought to himself.

“Well figure it out,” Dustin said as Steve put the car in park at the Diner, spotting Eddie leaning against his van. “That boy is also looking with the goo-goo eyes. Weird star-crossed lovers thing going on here.”

“Shut up, dork,” Robin said, turning towards Dustin and giving him a glare before hopping out of the car. “Eddie! Weird seeing you outside of band. How are you?”

“I’m great, Birdie! Excited to see King Steve in a new environment.”

“Hah!” Dustin barked out. “This man is definitely not a king. He’s the Tweedledum of the duo there.”

“I haven’t been King Steve in a really long time, Eds. I’m not that guy anymore,” Steve said looking down before turning and leaving the other three outside while he made his way into the diner.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s a sensitive subject for him, Eds,” Robin said. “But, he’ll be okay. Let’s go.”

When they approached the table, Steve was sitting on the inside of the booth studying the menu as if he had never been at Benny’s before. “Are you trying something different today?” Dustin questioned as he scooted into the book next to Eddie, who was sitting directly in front of Steve.

“‘Course not,” Steve mumbled. Releasing a sigh, he looked at Eddie, sitting directly in front of him. “Hey, Dust, did you know that Eddie runs the DnD club at school? I bet he could run a campaign that even you couldn’t win.”

Watching the corners of Eddie’s lips twitch up, Steve felt the heat rush into his cheeks and down his neck. There was something so fulfilling about introducing people you knew would just get along so well.

“Are you a DM?” Dustin questioned, turning his body to fully look at the boy next to him. “Our DM is looking to move so that would honestly be perfect.”

“Yeah, man! I’m ruthless though, don’t think I’d take it easy on you,” Eddie said, looking back at Steve and winking. Grabbing onto their love child tighter, Steve forced himself to look away, choosing to look to Robin instead.

Two hours later, four burgers, three sides of fries, one side of onion rings, and five shakes later (Dustin just had to try two different flavors) the group were heading back to their cars. Robin and Dustin were arguing about who got to sit in the front on the way back to their respective houses but Eddie grabbed Steve’s wrist before Eddie had a chance to speak, Steve cut him off, “I have to drop these assholes off at their houses but would you like to come over? To work on the paper?”

“To work on the paper,” Eddie echoed, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ll be there shortly, big boy.”

With his mouth agape and cheeks ablaze, Steve made it back to the BMW, facing a wide-eyed Robin and annoyed Dustin from the backseat. “Not a word, guys, not a word.”

“Thanks for finally introducing me to someone cool,” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s warning. His comment caused Robin to reach into the backseat and slap the younger boy. Fifteen minutes later, Steve was pulling into his usually empty driveway to see Eddie’s rusted van sitting there, Eddie, once again, leaning against it. For the first time in ages, butterflies were swarming his gut. It’s now or never, he thought. In actuality, it would be smarter to wait until the end of the assignment, that way if Eddie wanted to kill him, they could avoid each other and forget it ever happened. Steve just didn’t think he could wait that long.

“Sorry it took so long, Dustin wouldn’t shut up about you. He gave me a list of things to tell you about the campaign you guys talked about,” Steve said, locking his car door and walking towards Eddie.

“He’s a cool kid,” Eddie said, reaching out his hands to take the sack of flour from Steve. “Not as cool as our kid though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. He walked through the threshold of his front door, quickly ushering Eddie inside and shutting the door before taking off his shoes. Eddie followed suit, switching arms to hold the ‘baby’ as he took them off.

“You’re being extra gentle with Beth tonight,” Steve said, looking at the sack of flour cradled in Eddie’s arms. Turning around, Steve walked to the couch, nodding to Eddie to follow.

“I’m trying to prove to you that I care,” Eddie whispered, looking at Steve before taking a few steps to the couch and sitting down. “I care Steve.”

“Eddie,” Steve breathed out. “I know you care, I want us to do well on this assignment, I want you to do well with this assignment…”

“I’m not talking about the assignment, Stevie.”

“What?”

“I care about you.”

“Eddie,” Steve started, breathing turning heavy. “You know what your band told me the other night? You were the least clumsy person they knew. You were excellent at protecting what you cared about. Ensuring that nothing ever happens to your things.”

“That’s true, I’ve never let my sweetheart get a scratch on her. I’ve also never had a boy I’ve had a crush on not only in the same room as me but watching me play,” Eddie said, scoffing. “You can punch me and kick me out, make me finish the assignment on my own, I don’t care. The reason my friends haven’t been able to see me falling over the place, ruining things, is because I’ve never brought my crush around them!”

“You—”

“Yes! Stevie, I have the biggest, fattest crush on you. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe it,” Steve whispered, his hands coming up to rub his neck, a nervous tick he’s had for years.

“I’m sorry for making it weird, Steve,” Eddie whispered, rising to his feet. “Before I go, I wanted to say thank you.”

“Go? What? Where are you going? And thank you? For what?” Steve said, voice raising before he jumped up and grabbed Eddie’s hand, stopping him in his place. “I have a fat ass crush on you too, ask Robin. I was basically crying about it after your band practice last night.”

“Steve Harrington has a crush on little ole me?” Eddie questioned, turning his body back to face the younger boy and moving the both of them back towards the couch. “I didn’t even know that you were into guys?”

“I’m bisexual, Robin helped me figure it out last year,” Steve affirmed, sitting next to Eddie before turning towards him. “But thank me? For what?”

“I heard you with Tommy this afternoon, before HomeEc,” Eddie started. “No one besides the guys in my band have ever stuck up for me.”

“Eds…”

“It’s crazy because there are a lot of things said about me in this shit hole town, most are untrue. I am not a Satanist and I don’t run a cult,” Eddie said, turning towards Steve. “But I am gay. That part is true.”

‘Thank God for that,” Steve joked, leaning over to Eddie, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “Can I kiss you now?”

“God, yes,” Eddie breathed out. With a rush of adrenaline, Steve leaned up, grabbing the metal head’s cheeks before connecting their lips. “Wait.”

“Huh, what?” Steve said, feeling as though his hands were scalding hot and dropping his hands from Eddie’s face. “I’m sorry, did I misread this?”

“No nothing happened, you’re perfect,” Eddie reassured, rubbing his nose along Steve’s cheek and breathing his scent in. “I can’t kiss you knowing that I upset you earlier. What happened at Benny’s? What did I do or say to make you upset?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Steve said, brushing it off.

“Don’t do that,” Eddie said, pulling back just enough to look in Steve’s eyes.

“You called me King Steve,” Steve whispered.

“Stevie,” Eddie began.

“No, it’s fine. I have to accept that I did shitty things and hurt a lot of people during my reign,” He said, pronouncing reign with as much disdain as he could. “But fuck, it’s like that only thing people can seem to remember me for no matter how much work I do on myself!”

“No that’s not—”

“Eddie, you don’t have to try and make me feel better. I know I was awful. The name haunts me and I know you didn’t mean it in a condescending way. I think it just hurt coming from you, someone I care about,” Steve said, looking down at his fingers intertwined with Eddie’s.

“Baby,” Eddie whispered, causing Steve’s breath to hitch.

“I like that one.”

“You like being my baby?” Eddie asked, his lips quirking up into a small smile before pulling Steve’s body close.

“Sweetheart, honey, love, Stevie,” Steve whispered, tilting his head up. “But yeah, I think I like being your baby the most.”

“You’re killing me here,” Eddie said, giggling as he tried to pull his hair across his face to hide. Steve reached up, brushing his fingers across Eddie’s cheeks before grabbing the metalhead’s hair from his fingers. Staring up into Eddie’s eyes, Steve found the confidence he had been looking for. Shivers rushed down his spine as their lips finally met, a small groan sounding in the back of Eddie’s throat.

Steve responded with the same hunger, dropping his hands to Eddie’s nape to pull him closer. His body melting into Eddie’s, Steve couldn’t help but drag his tongue along Eddie’s lip, asking for more, but still fearful that he was asking for too much. Eddie quickly responded, not allowing Steve the time to overthink, opening his mouth to give the younger boy enough space to finally break the barrier, finally taste him. Steve could feel his entire body light up, this is what freedom feels like, he thought to himself. Emotion clogged his head as he pulled away to catch his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie questioned, his lips following Steve’s as the younger boy pulled away.

“I just—”

“C’mere,” Eddie said, pulling Steve even closer and wrapping his arms around him.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that…”

“Me neither, Stevie baby,” Eddie said, a small smile forming on his lips before pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

“We’re awful parents,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s neck. “I think I might have forgotten Beth in the car.”

“No you didn’t, I sat her in the loveseat over there,” Eddie said, motioning to the chair in the far side of the room. “We literally talked about her before you got moony-eyed over me and wanted to eat my face off.”

“Excuse me, that is not how I remember that happening,” Steve scoffed. “If I remember correctly, you were also staring at me moony-eyed. And you’re the one who moaned first!”

“Who can blame me?” Eddie said giggling. “You quite literally kiss like I’m the most special thing you’ve ever touched, it made me feel weightless.”

“You are the most special thing I’ve ever touched,” Steve confirmed, leaning back into Eddie’s space. “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Never wanted anything more,” Steve responded, pressing kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“God, yes, Stevie, want you to be my boyfriend,” Eddie groaned, hauling Steve back up and bringing their lips back together. “Want you to be my best friend, groupie, boyfriend, baby daddy, want it all with you,” Eddie whispered, against Steve’s lips.

“Kinda soon don’t you think?” Steve asked, pulling back with a smile on his face.

“Not soon enough if you ask me, I’ve been pining for you since I was sixteen.”

“That’s crazy, I had a crush on you when I first watched you stand on a cafeteria table my freshman year,” Steve said, glancing up at the older boy. “So powerful and commanding but I could tell there was more to you.”

“Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” Eddie asked, getting quiet. “I would understand wanting to keep this between us and our friends for a while. I don’t want to make it harder for you at school.”

“Eddie Munson,” Steve began, face heating up. “I’m not embarrassed of you. In fact, I would shout it to the rooftops right now if it wasn’t ten o’clock at night. I’m lucky to be with you. I’m not embarrassed.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie said, settling back on the couch with Steve in his arms. “When we get married we will have to send Mr. Jones an invitation.”

“What? Why?”

“He single handedly set us up or at least pushed us together and allowed us to admit our feelings,” Eddie said, rubbing his hands up and down Steve’s arms. “If he didn’t do this, we would both pining for God knows how long.”

“Thank god for our love children and the flour assignment” Steve mumbled, turning around in Eddie’s arms before bringing his lips back to Eddie's.

#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Steddie #steddie fic #Stranger Things #stranger things fanfiction

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lonesome-loki · 6 months ago

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Hi everyone!

I recently binged the Scream franchise and I am OBSESSED. I am absolutely in love with Dewey, who doesn’t get much love. I’ve been scouring the internet for Dewey x reader fics with very little success, so I made my own! There will probably be more coming, but I don’t write on a schedule or anything so who knows when that will be. I have a few more ideas and I’m pretty inspired rn, so yay! Anyways, peace love Dewey Riley.

Background info:

You, Sidney, and Tatum have been lifelong best friends and are all neighbors. Ever since you met Tatum’s older brother, Dewey, you’ve harbored a crush on the dorky boy. Unbeknownst to you, those feelings are most definitely returned. You keep your little crush from Tatum and Sid, fearing that it might compromise your friendship.

The three of you are part of the student government, who is raising funds for senior prom. Tatum suggested the three of you run a kissing booth during lunch break to fundraise for the club. Sid immediately declined, so Tatum convinced her to run and oversee the booth. To be honest, you’ve been out of the dating scene due to your crush, but a kissing booth sounds like a good way to loosen up, get better at flirting, and ultimately have a little fun.

Start of the fic!!

I smooth out my skirt in the mirror, making sure I look just right. If I’m going to be kissing a bunch of guys, I at least want to look good. I’m combing my fingers through my hair, when the doorbell rings. “Coming!” I shout, grabbing my school bag and running down the stairs. Upon swinging open the front door, I’m met with Tatum’s beaming face. “You ready?” She asks, gesturing towards Sidney’s running car. I grin, “You know it.”

We get into the car, buckling up. “Hey Sid!” I chirp, happy to see her. She chuckles, “Hey (Y/N). How are you?” I sigh, “A little nervous, but pretty excited!” Tatum snickers, and Sidney pushes her shoulder. “What?” I ask. “Did I miss something?” Sidney reassures me, “It’s nothing—“ “It’s a shame a certain someone won’t be there,” Tatum interrupts, shooting me a mischievous grin. My face heats up. I cross my arms and huff, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tatum laughs. “Whatever you say, silly.” She replies, dropping the subject.

Phew. That was close. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, we arrive at school. Sid parks her car in the senior lot, and we go our separate ways. I wave goodbye to my best friends, making my way to my first class.

Time skip to lunch time

My stomach is literally fluttering, oh my god. Is this what “butterflies” are? I’m a confusing mix of excited and nervous. I walk through the courtyard, looking for Tatum and Sid. I finally spot them and our booth set up right in front of the fountain. It seems that a long line has formed already! I jog up to Tatum, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi guys! Ready to start?” Tatum answers in a singsong voice, “We were born ready.” I shoot her a huge grin, turning to face the line of customers. From the other side of the booth, Sidney shouts, “We are officially open for business! $1 per kiss with either Tatum or (Y/N)!”

The first guy places his dollar bill on the counter confidently, proposing, “How about it, (Y/N)?” My face gets hot. I pull some chapstick out of my thigh high boot and apply it rather slowly and dramatically, watching the boy stare in awe. I definitely recognize him, maybe he’s in my calc class? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I put the chapstick back in my shoe, smirking at the boy. I step to the side of the stand and motion for him to come closer. I get real close to him and place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in. He pushes his lips against mine with a lot of force. The kiss is short, but intense. When we pull away, I look at his shell-shocked face. Blowing him a kiss, I shout, “Next in line!”

The fundraiser continues like that for the majority of our lunch break, with most of the guys wanting a kiss with Tatum. I still got a lot of action, though. The line was huge! After about twenty minutes, we worked through the entire line. Tatum turns to me, an evil smile adorning her face. “So…” She pries in a teasing matter, “How was it?” I shrug. “Eh, it was fun at first but got pretty boring. It’d probably be a lot better if I actually LIKED any of these guys.” Tatum and Sid turn to each other, whispering amongst themselves and giggling. I pout, “What? You’ve been whispering to each other all day, it doesn’t feel nice to be left out.” Sid checks her watch. “You’ll find out in a minute, promise.” I tilt my head. “Huh—“ I start to ask, when Tatum points behind me at the booth. A figure is waiting at the front that definitely wasn’t there before. “D-Dewey! Hey!” I greet him, mentally scolding myself for stuttering. Dewey meekly smiles, taking off his hat. “Hiya (Y/N). I-I’m hoping you guys haven’t closed yet?” He questions. I grin. “No we haven’t! Um, who are you looking to kiss? I mean, I guess it would be weird if you were here for Tatum. But, surely you aren’t here for me?” Dewey’s always flush face deepens in hue. “I-uh actually, I am.” I try to fight the smile that makes its way into my face, but to no avail.

I turn around to look at Sid and Tatum who are beaming at me. I glance back at Dewey, “Give me one sec, I’ll be right back.” I pull the two girls off to the side. “Did you guys know about this?” I whispered angrily, “How am I supposed to not kiss him when he’s literally paying me to do so?” Tatum looks at me funny. “Why can’t you kiss him?” She asks. I fix my eyes on the ground and kick some rocks around, nervous to speak up. Here goes nothing. “Um, so, here’s the thing. I like Dewey—“ “We know.” They chime in, much to my surprise. “O-oh! Well, I guess I wanted to respect Tatum and thought that my feelings for Dewey would make her upset or get in the way of our friendship.” Tatum scoffs and wraps me in a tight side hug. “You goofball, the two of you have been giving goo-goo eyes to each other since the moment you met. It’s alright, I promise.” I look into her eyes, still unsure. “Promise?” I question, holding out my pinky finger. Tatum pushes my hand aside, ruffling my hair and gathering me in a bear hug. She says into my ear, “Of course I promise, now go get your man!” We let go of each other, smiles all around. I jog back to the booth and glance back at the girls, giving them a toothy grin.

From behind the booth, I look up at Dewey. “So…” I start, my heart thumping in my chest. “It’s usually $1 per kiss, but because it’s you I can cut you a deal.” His eyes widen. “O-oh yeah? What’s that?” I smile flirtatiously and place my fist under my chin. “I could make it free, AND give you as many kisses as you could ever want.” I did not think that man could get any redder, but alas here we are. He sputters, cute as ever, and I step around the booth and right in front of him. I gaze up into his gorgeous brown eyes. “So? Do I have permission to kiss you, Deputy Riley?” He doesn’t say anything, but nods furiously. I can’t help but smile, placing both of my hands behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, at first. Once Dewey gets over the shock, he places his hands on my hips and kisses back passionately. It’s nothing crazy, yet somehow it’s the best kiss of my life. After what seems like years, we part. Dewey’s looking at the ground, before I nudge his should and he meets my gaze with a dorky smile.

The school bell rings, making me jump. Moment = ruined. “I-I’ve gotta go,” I frantically say as I gather my belongings and face him again. “But maybe I could see you later and give you some more of your free kisses?” I ask, tilting my head in a questioning manner. Dewey chuckles, putting his hat back on. “I’d really like that.” He replies. Pressed for time, I grab his hands and place a quick kiss on his cheek. I respond, “Perfect, I’ll see you later!” I take off towards the school’s main entrance, noticing Tatum and Sidney way ahead of me. When I reach the front door I turn around and wave at Dewey’s car parked in front of the school. He waves back shyly. I giggle blowing him a kiss. Who ever would’ve thought that that damned kissing booth would score me my dream guy?

The end :)

#scream dewey x reader #dewey riley x reader #dewey riley #scream #dewey x reader

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walkingaroundlostandconfused · 5 days ago

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phew.. goddamn.. get ready for another lengthy yap.

author-san……

I FEEL LIKE A HUNGRY CROCODILE AND YOURE JUST DANGLING A PIECE(s) OF MEAT RIGHT INFRONT OF ME.

“begging, pleading Takemichi to NOT care and JUST WALK AWAY”

God, if they’re asking THAT from TAKEMICHI? theyd be begging until the day the sun explodes. But my god, the mental images of everyone’s breakdowns Chifuyu, the ever loser ; Inupi, the number 1 ranking ever loser, JUST EVERYONE. HUEHEUEHEUEHEUE. but omfg

— KISAKI😭😭😭😭 that boy is fighting a mental war every second and with that unhelpful never-ending headache which is Takemichi, i can imagine Hanma laughing at Kisaki for finally breaking his composure and truly acting like the true loser he is (AS IF HE ISNT NEXT.)

or the big, tough and mean guys, them being pathetic and begging and pleading only for Takemichi to just give them the sunniest smile ever, that has them WEAK in the knees, brush it off and then go do Hanagaki-shit aka dive head first into a fight. WORLD, I AM SO READY FOR THAT SHIT.

Also that fic reminds me of another one of yours, where he DID WALK AWAY (sobs..) and #DIED. Oh how much stabs my heart endured during that last chapter.. It’s such an underrated fic, i really loved how you wrote the memories in between the fight scenes.

Thank you for answering my question, genuinely sometimes there’s a line in your fit that’s just so? fucking ? poetic? I have to take a break and actually let the words settle in. You just have like a such wonderful way of writing that i really enjoy reading, along with your humor and ugh the characterisation, the headcannons.. (i think i could bust).

Oh. My. God. Mate.

Trust me. I will be sharing my lists. Every. God. Damn. CHAPTER!! I need that fic like everyone needs Hanagaki. it’s brilliant. Omfg. Loser ranking with them acting like losers every chapter? Yes. PLEASUH.

I feel like Inui has a drawer with only Hangaki’s clothes that he coincidentally took back with.. (at this point it’s Hangaki who has a drawer with their clothes with the way they’re “staying” over). But Koko is acting like he’s any better with his Koko-bugged items that Takemichi owns without even knowing, like ok weirdo you’re competing with Kisaki to see who has the best surveillance photo of Takemichi or whatever. Inui sniffing Hangakis clothes is NONE OF (but also yes) YOUR BUSINESS. XD

Wow, now this question…. This question is the same level of difficulty as asking Takemichi who’s his favourite friend… BUT WHO AM I KIDDING, AM NO TAKEMICHI.

Now, you’ve DEFINITELY have influenced this list haha.

1. HanTake ( #itwasthat16kfic) (i fucking LOVE them, can’t stress it enough.)

2. MitsuyaTake

3. KisaTake

4. BajiTake

For the fifth spot, I’ve got MuchoTake, DrakenTake, KakuTake and TaijuTake clawing for it. (I think.. we see a pattern…)

6. InupiTake 7. KazuTake 8. KokoTake 9. RanTake 10. RindoTake

Who’s your favourite character/s to write and who’s the hardest one for you to write?

Hehhehehheheheh, live on Loser! Takeharem, LIVE ON PATHETIC TAKEMICHI HAREM.. LIVE ON. Truly making my day with these answers.

Man, if you could see the (evil) smile on my face...

I haven't said this before (or I don't say it enough), but thank you for taking the time and energy for all this yapping. It's been a very exciting few days to read and think of a response to these asks.

OH MY LORDDD. Kisaki is SUCH a stupid, fanboy loser!! I love him so much, love him even more when he's reduced to uselessness and has NOTHING but his stupid emotions that he's had since 1st grade (granted, it has grown since then... but only a little...)

Thank you for enjoying my stories. I wonder which ones are your favorites (esp after eyeing your list...) It's both a wonderful and shocking thing to me that someone likes my word vomit like I do hehehe. I have a longfig (augh) up now, but I'm hoping to get the fics that I had more fun writing posted soon. I hope you enjoy those too!

As for my terminally ill Takemichi story... well... No spoilers <3 To be fair, I thought it would be funny (writing Izana's and Mitsuya's and Draken's part for that was my favorite). Kakucho, the stupid loser who watches Takemichi fight, eyes burning, trying not to cry, so cute. I love it. Want more. That one was a fun story. I had a lot of fun writing it.

AUGHHH THEY'RE SUCH CREEPS. I LOVE IT. HEHE. And something about Hanma sitting there, smiling, knowing that he wasn't even the freakiest guy here (or myabe he'd turn it into a competition, I'm not sure), is my other favorite thing. Takemichi strikes me as the forgetful type, always forgetting his jacket and stuff. And someone is always there.... ready to take advantage of it. There is... so much... I want to write!!!!

And speaking of, thank you for sharing your list!! It is... remarkably similar to mine... interesting... I wonder why that may be... (and man do I have FEELINGS about Ran and Rindo that I haven't gotten out in a story yet. Hopefully soon...) Feel free to share these rankings with me anytime (esp if it changes KEKEK).

I am SHOCKED that Hanma is so high! and that Koko is lower than Inui? WHAT? I'm shocked they aren't right against each other (guess I should post that KokoTake story ....) And man Taiju, Draken, Kaku and Mucho??? That's a tough fight. and CHIFUYU AND HAKKAI is NOWHERE to be mentioned. COLD. Mitsuya the smooth criminal is SO HIGH UP omg. And Ran and Rindo are (Ran over Rindo too, Rindo can't win) on the top ten (top 14 if you count the tie for 5th I guess). Very interesting (takes notes).

Who’s your favourite character/s to write and who’s the hardest one for you to write?

I'm lowkey curious. What's your favorite harem combo then? (Any number of guys, but like, do you prefer to see certain guys fighting/working together?)

Favorite character is probably a toss-up between Baji, Draken, Hanma, and Kisaki. They come surprisingly easy to me. Baji especially, I have to work hard so he doesn't take a story as his. Of course, I love Taiju and Yuzuha as well. I love the Taiju who never lies to Takemichi, could never lie to Takemichi, and Takemichi still doesn't get it. And Yuzuha who is spoiled by Takemichi and soaks in all of the attention and affection and returns it sixfold. And in general the Shiba siblings who only get along when Takemichi is watching and is back to hissing and snarling at each other as soon as he turns around. And then, when they are older and Takemichi thinks that they are still tense with each other, but they're actually fine. They're actually fine with each other, but the perfect excuse of "you should come over because I don't want to face Taijuu by myself" brings Takemichi over every time. Damn opportunists, hehe.

Luckily for me, most of the cast comes to me okay. I might have a hiccup here and there, but once I get into it, it flows out without me thinking too hard. With that said, I think the hardest one for me to write is probably Sanzu. Pre and Post timeline, he's like a completely different person. I have a story that explores it, but it's so OOC/head-canon infested that I'm not sure if I'd ever share it. For now, I guess Sanzu will enjoy his life in the shadow (and we just won't think about the fact that they all grew up together....)

but otherwise YESSSS more HAREM! YESSS give it to Takemichi! Takemichi having a harem and not even knowing that he does is my other favorite thing hehehe.

#ask & answer #brain rot anon #adorable how anon destroys me #i will be posting some scenes to the blog i guess

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wings-of-ink · 9 months ago

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it’s like i just drank an entire oceans worth of water, buckle up because i’m about to ramble

chapter 4….hooh boy where do i even begin. i never know how to begin. to summarize, it had me on the edge of my seat. when the horses ran off and oswin curses?? that’s when the thought of “we’re so fucked” finally settled. and after that, it was just one thing after another like a literal landslide (talk about foreshadowing yikes). i seriously thought we were about to have to put down a horse and while i was still in shock, i get hit with “we’re splitting up.” like HELL NO? NO THANK YOU? and to make things better, a landslide. like wow, MC hasn’t been through enough already let’s fuck up their shoulder too. i also really thought we were about to get our arm amputated because of infection, how do you explain that to papa and da when you get home.

duri’s first appearance and introduction? flabbergasted. first it was “WHAT IS THAT 😭😭” to “gee this is one smart wolf” to “what the hell. what the hell??” ALL POSITIVE REACTIONS!! i couldn’t believe it. maybe the onions we found on the side of the road contained some hallucinogens and we were all conveniently imagining the same thing. when oswin said my healer MC was obviously delirious, i was half expecting her to ask him just who was the healer here HAHA!

you deliver once again, lunan. without fail, every time. i appreciate the maps you provide for rest stops everytime they’re always so pleasing to see <3

and how do you feel about these long rambles or bug reports…..i don’t wish to flood your inboxes with my words >_<

Oh honey, don't drink ocean water...lol

I am tickled pink that you were thrilled, my dear. Though it is chapter 4, those scenes were some of the very first I thought of when plotting this story. I have been so excited to write them and I'm glad that seems to have come across in the passages to you. This is really where some of the "oh shit" comes into play for the story. We'll have more hills and valleys as we continue as well (hopefully no more fall out from under us though). And Oswin usually only drops the F-bomb when he's really stressed, lol.

I want to make sure your MCs have lots to tell their fathers about when they get home. I have a feeling they are going to have this moment when MC gets home and be like "we let them out of the house ONE time!" and then you get grounded. I anticipate getting the MC back home for a little break around chapter 6. It's going to be interesting, lol. MC leaves with 1 companion and comes back with more people, injuries, and maybe a little something else...

As long as the journey to the city goes okay, I'm sure MC will be totally safe from additional complications...mmhmm...

LOL you know I didn't think about your onions being the cause of a mass hallucination. Sounds kinda fun really. I am glad you enjoyed Duri's grand entrance. They love that shock and awe, and they don't show those parts of themselves to just anyone either.

And not to worry about filling my inbox. I appreciate every message including the long ones. I enjoy reading your thoughts, opinions, and ideas so much. It brings me great joy to see how enthusiastic you are about the experience. And now that the chapter is cleared, I have more time to dive into here and read and respond!

Thank you so much for sharing with me. ^_^

#god cursed if #asks #twine if

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andromedism · 2 years ago

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hi! i binge read your entire fic in one night and i have things to say:

precursor to everything that there are parts of this fic that i literally repeated out loud and ended up reading to my gf bc i like needed to justify to her why i was staring at my phone and saying things like “i’m like an egg!”

the trash twins scenes are immaculate. i love them together. i LOVE them together. they have such great banter.

the listicle for charlie’s brine exorcism was so good. so funny. i could totally see it all play out in my head like a sequence from the actual show. and his monologue about the brine was so in character lol

mac and dennis’ fight and dennis’ monologue about hating mac’s bf was also so good. i could hear the glenn howerton delivery of “how much honey do you think i eat, buddy boy?” and “am I to infer that Colin plays the timpani in an underfunded high school drumline, mac!?”

dennis’ angst is so good bc you captured how in denial he is about it!!!!!!! when i got to the last line and there were no more chapters i yelled out loud.

i can’t wait for what comes next. i hope you know this fic is a gift.

omg anon!!!! i love when people tell me specific things they like about my work!!!!!!! it’s so validating, honestly. like “oh thank god, someone got it.”

i’m actually in the throes of writing the final few chapters and i’m really excited about the ending (it’s where all of the spice is concentrated and i’ve read those bits over like a hundred times, tweaking them, bc i want the payoff for my four chapters of witty banter to be so good and also i’m afraid of disappointing you fbsdjwxbakdabxajdabdakseb).

i love that you loved the listicle! it’s my favorite part of the whole work. and dennis’ angst is so fun to write—that angsty little fella! and yeah, i love dennis and dee so much. i hope s17 has like a really good trash twins episode, just for me.

pls pls pls keep sending me feedback on this fic, i crave validation and constructive criticism. i love this note and i love you for sharing it with me! thanks again!

feedback is for this fic (x)

#macdennis #iasip #macdennis fanfic #the gang plays pickleball

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ssreeder · 2 years ago

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omg i don't think you can even begin to imagine how fucking happy i was while reading this chapter. i love happy zukka, they are so !!!! together thank u thank u thank u thank uuuuuuu.

i became fucking insane reading this i swear, i love how you write, all of the characters you write about feel so human and real and full of details and feeling i love it. like, ara is such a complex character i really enjoy reading her. i enjoy reading anybody actually and like, i sometimes forget that some characters are ocs instead of actual alta charters. i love katara and suki being besties and the interactions between toph and sokka. AND ZUKKA AJS2(+#+$IDO!!!!!!2?2(2929. omg just omg. i love how caring they are for eachother and I'm so glad they are more open and touchy with eachother, i now feel like they can actually start to heal together.

OOOO talking again about Ara, i maintain my point about wanting her to have some friends and to heal because she deserves it!!! i support womans rights and woman's wrongs (jk, I'm still a bit angry at her for like everything she did to zuko and i want to se some kind of interaction between them but at the same time i feel bad for her). oh and jet, yey I'm glad he's not dead and he's starting to realize how much of an asshole he was!!!! i also really liked the piandao bit, because it made me remember how much time everyone (hopefully) has to heal, so please don't kill anyone sreeady ☺️☺️

i love love love love love love love love love your ocs and your characterization and your worldbuilding and your writing and how fuckin long your chapters are!!!(god when I saw the wordcount of this one i almost screamed of pure joy). i am your biggest fan sreeady i swear 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

anyways, i am excited about the next chapter, i really want to read the whole family dinner thing because that could either way go akward asf or low-key bad (of hopefully good but i don't want to get my hopes up). i am not really excited about azul, don't get me wrong, i love her, but I'm really scared about what will happen when she finally arrived and stuff happens.

as i always say, i love you, you are the best and i hope you have the best week/month/anything ever because you deserve it (you have no idea how long I been waiting for cuddling zukka 🙏🙏🙏)

MILKYYYYYYYY!!!!

I’m really thrilled you enjoyed the last chapter haha, because honestly sometimes I get so used to writing angsty drama that I get to a soft scene & im like hmmmmmmmmm do i even remember what that is?? Haha.

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU OMG!!!! you seriously have no idea how many times I read this ask and smiled. I am so glad the cuddly soft zukka hit all the right spots haha, they are such dorks in love I just wanna smother them! (I won’t…. I promise haha)

You know you mention Ara and I gotta say I was expecting SO MUCH ARA HATE after last chapter but I was shocked people seem…. Idk…. More understanding? Idk I know she’s complicated & not a ‘good girl’ but when you explore her characters thoughts it really makes her that much more complex. Haha I’m not going to lie I’m not looking forward to her finding out about Shen though ahhh.

Speaking of dead fire benders you’re right it seems like pretty much DYING was the push Jet needed to confront his life choices. He was forced to look at his situation without voicing his excuses and blocking out his thoughts. Now hopefully he accepts those changes and grows form it but ehhhh jets my stubborn boy so we’ll see lol.

Milky milk milk I adore you. Thank you for this wonderful ask & sorry I used it to rant a but. I love reading your thoughts you are adorable :) I hope you enjoy the next chapter too lol. We get some fun moments (& Zuko imploding & exploding a bit haha)

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queenofbaws · 1 year ago

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Good morning (...or night?), for Like Wringing Blood, what is 16, 17 & 20? Hope you're doing good :)

well good morning-night yourself!!! ;P i'm all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed today, whatever the time may be, and getting to chat about the hacketts only makes it that much better!!! hehehe

16. What was the easiest scene to write?

hands down, the easiest time i've had getting a scene down is...something i haven't posted yet, ALAS! i'm so excited to finally get there, but...i've referenced it before, and i'll reference it again by simply saying it involves OLD! MEN! FIGHTINGGGGGGGG!!!!! 🥳

when i first started writing all in the family, the oneshot-turned-whole-fic precursor to like wringing blood, this scene came to me so...fully. and vibrantly. and intensely. that i decided i had to write like wringing blood, if only for this one scene to live. it wouldn't do as a oneshot, not in my mind, and it needed context so that it could (eventually) have catharsis, and just...i'm very, very excited to get to the old men fighting. and i hope, of course, that all y'all out there will enjoy the old men fighting, and i hope it'll show, how the fic as a whole kind of grew from that one angry, angry seed.

17. What was the hardest scene to write?

so my cop-out answer for this one is this: literally any scene that involves travis and constance interacting. lmao. i've for sure commented on that before, but man. it's just. a lot. having the two of them in a scene together. any time i'm working on something that features both of them heavily, the vibes are just...rancid, and i always end up having to get up and walk off some of the grimacing. it's not just a "shitty parent interacting with their kid" thing either, believe me, because i do not have the same issue with say, jed and chris. this is a constance-and-travis-specific issue and BOY. it makes getting through certain chapters...ROUGH!!!

a less generalized answer, though, is that there is another scene i haven't gotten to yet involving chris experiencing some...l...light haunting, let's say. that's non-spoilery enough, i think. chris experiences some light haunting during the course of camp, and i am having a hell of a time getting that scene down because it's also very alive and very big and very bright in my mind, but conveying it all in words has been a challenge. i keep rewriting it, keep adding things and taking them out, and short of making that particular chapter fuckin 75k words on its own, i think i'm going to continue to struggle with it for a minute, ha!!!

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

i just want people to acknowledge that the fiddlers and hacketts being related doesn't only make sense, it exPLAINS SO MANY OF THE PLOT HOLES IN TQ AND

i wish someone would go "OH THAT'S WHERE LAURA GOT THE EYEPA

i would love for anyone to notice that the first letter of every chapter spells out rick astley's never gonna give you up

hehehe okay, for real though, i'm genuinely so flattered and even touched that people have been reading and enjoying this fic at all, given it's (1) not shippy, (2) centered on a really difficult/uncomfortable family dynamic, (3) focusing on characters who are morally grey at best, (4) deeply, deeply ugly at times. that in and of itself is all that i could ask for, truly, because this is such a personal project and so much of my own stuff is sort of being worked through within it, so anytime anyone says anything about it, my heart grows three sizes <3

the only itty bitty thing i'll say, though, and it's not really me hoping people notice so much as i hope they'll realize as time goes on, is that...nothing in this fic is there accidentally. this is not a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants story, everything in like wringing blood has been planned out and put where it is for a very, very specific reason. if those reasons aren't apparent yet, it just means we haven't gotten there ;) so if there are details that have stuck out, if there are pieces-parts that feel...conspicuous, that's all by design. i have so many planning docs for this fuckin fic, i have been sowing so many seeds. can't wait until it's time to reap them :)

behind-the-scenes fic asks!

#durorholmes #asks #the hacketts #queenie writes supermassive #!!! thank you so much for this!!!! ^_^#genuinely cannot wait to get deeper into this story...i miss posting for it so much rn lmao #but believe me there are. words. being added. all the time. and there is so much. already written. just. waiting. sakldjfalksjfksd

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year ago

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So I’m finally responding since you said not to send anything while you were finishing off your old requests and then I forgot so now finally I’ll send in a response to your admin chatter. Here I honestly have no idea what to say about the series apart from the fact that I’m glad I found it. It’s so fun and interesting and I’m looking forward to seeing what more the author has planned. And so true to what you’re saying about the manga and I really love it for that and wished that all anime also paced things like that. So yeah, same.

Cool. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts when the time comes. And sure thing. Thank you. And I see. If I remember correctly, my friend also mentioned the Undertaker but I can’t remember anymore what exactly she said. Thank you so much. That’s really sweet of you to say. It did take me some time to remember the names and sometimes I still have to look up where I know them from so there’s that as well. Or I’ll do what you do and look up the character, then the voice actor’s page and then see whether I’ve heard them somewhere else.

Honestly same. Like I used to send so many messages to my friend because I’d want to share any kind of exciting news or fun pictures with her but she told me it was quite overwhelming so I always wait until she’s responded and then I’ll add the new stuff on. Though sometimes there are images that I feel like I need to send and then I do, hoping she doesn’t mind. I’ll use a recent example. To celebrate the Haikyuu!! movie release, the author of the manga released a special chapter and I got to see some of my favourite boys grown up and it was so nice and beautiful that I just had to send it to her. A part of the scene also kind of had to do with something we were talking about before so there’s that as well. And now it lives rent free in my mind so yay to that 😅 Though literally I am happy about it. I can’t say much more since I don’t want to give anything away but just know I’ve been blessed. Though I’ll also say beautiful smile, beautiful man. And it’s concerning the character I recently info dumped to you about. And I feel the same way about long replies so truly is a win-win here. You didn’t disappoint and I don’t think you ever could. And I’m looking forward to reading your Ever Young story and anything you post on AO3.

I hope you got your radio silence and that things are going well.

Yeah, this bitch caught up in pretty much a week 😅 And thank you so much for saying all that 😭

Yeah, really. And that information should be, especially since it’s info about the patient themselves. Oh gods. That’s so much. I see. I’m also kinda jealous of people who don’t have to wear glasses since I’ll be in my house and someone will tell me to look at something on the TV and I’ll have to go really close to it or will have to tell the other person to wait while I grab my glasses from my room. Even though, yeah, I got my glasses a few years later than you.

Oh that sounds so cool. And thank you. Though it’s more like that since I always finish my stories in Word before I post them, all I have to do afterwards is copy and paste the chapters afterwards one by one so it’s nice to listen to music while doing that routine thing. And I’m actually one of those people who can’t listen to music while writing since I want to be able to fully concentrate on my ideas and what I’m writing. Sine I do tend to let the music take up most of my brainspace while listening to it. And that’s nice 😃 It’s really cool that you have specific playlists like that. For me it’s just a whole bunch of songs that I like all together. Though I don’t add all songs that I like anymore since my mind is used to those songs and I like it that way.

Hey there! It’s nice to see you back in the inbox and thank you so, so much for waiting for me to finish off everything and open the box up again. I love seeing the response and getting to talk to you, especially since like I mentioned, I’m still waiting to finish catching up on Servamp to finish up my dm replies to you – got sidetracked with a lot of things, haha. I love the fact that you’re enjoying the series so much! It really is an absolutely amazing story, the characters are engaging and fun, and I’ve always said that Servamp is almost criminally underrated. I’m going to be happy if I can introduce even one more person to the series, honestly!

I look forward to sharing my thoughts and then talking all kinds of things out with you when I get the opportunity! I’m busy at the moment building a solid queue here on the blog (after the event, I had 150 actual requests and, like I said I would, I used all the unrequested prompts for all my fandoms, so I have a little over 500 posts to write and queue…should have plenty to keep the blog going for the next three or four months, even if I bump the queue up past 1 a day and I’ll have a shit ton more time for chatting and writing passion projects that way, though that means you guys see unrequested headcanons and fics quite often sorry) but I’m so looking forward to taking the time to not only write, but read and watch things again! I have decided to go manga for Black Butler, just because I can breeze through a couple hundred chapters in two days so it’s quicker for me to get caught up. I’m hoping it’ll live up to how good everyone keeps telling me it’s gotten! Aww, that’s awesome! And I have to do the look up to see where I know them from not just with voices I recognize but actors and actresses all the time too because I’m terrible at names! I think it’s so cool that you put the time and effort into remembering voice actors like that because yeah, they definitely deserve fans and all the respect!

I’m horrible for not sending messages until I know I have everything I want to say out so I can sometimes hoard messages for a good couple days or a week so my replies can get overboard! And I’m sure your friend has so much fun, getting the add on messages and pictures because I know when you do that in our messages, I always love it! That’s so exciting about Haikyuu! movie release getting that special chapter! Was it an interesting and good chapter? Did the boys you saw grown up look like you figured they would as adults? Were their lives what you thought they would be? I’m curious as to your reaction to it all! I’m glad to hear I don’t disappoint and thank you so much for saying that 😊 I look forward to sharing but the delinquent! Shouhei story will definitely be coming out first. The Ever Young is so dear to my heart that I want it perfect and several chapters to be finished before I post them.

As far as radio silence, it did get better. I got one ask after that outside of the box being open, but it calmed down a lot, both for dm’s and for the ask box. I really appreciate everyone giving me that time and space and being so patient and supportive of me while I work on things both on and off the blog. I really do consider myself super lucky to have such amazing readers! And you did get caught up really quickly! I have thirty more chapters to read before I’m completely caught up on Servamp, and my manga app updated Nanbaka to chapter 355 so I think that will be the next one I work on getting caught up on after Servamp!

And yes! A lot of people don’t know this but at least here in Canada, a patient can legally request a copy of their medical file and history from any of their doctors at any point and the doctor has to comply. It’s just a little known thing and most of the time, patients aren’t really kept up to date on their information, which bothers me greatly. And I am so jealous of people who don’t have to wear glasses. Not only can they easily see, but it’s annoying to have your glasses fog up when you wear a mask, something I’ve had to do at work since I came down with a bad cold. Mask and medical grade non-latex gloves for 7-8 hours a day…not fun, but at least it keeps people safe and healthy.

And that is cool to learn! I’ve been wondering, since I haven’t messed around with it yet, how the formatting of stories goes on AO3, so it’s good to know I won’t have to mess around with a lot of formatting or html codes to post stories on there, if you can use copy and paste! I completely get that – everyone’s different and I know some people simply cannot concentrate on their writing if there’s music or a lot of noise around. I need the background noise because all the little sounds bother me in complete silence and throw me off – dripping taps, the click of the baseboard, the hum of the refrigerator, the sounds of the neighbours and things like that. I love the way you worded that by the way, that your mind is used to those songs because I know the exact feeling you mean and it’s a pleasant-unpleasant feeling all at once haha.

#admin chatter

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bookinit02 · 1 year ago

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(Be warned, incredibly lengthy script reply ahead, copy-pasted directly from my notes app. It’s a lot of separate paragraphs so it will probably take up some space, apologies in advance)

SCRIPT SCRIPT SCRIPT SCRIPT OMG YES

Karen!!!! Yes Karen!!! AND HOLLYYYY OMG. I love this bit so much. Karen’s gonna find her kids!!! She’s gonna find out what’s going on!!! I love good mom Karen!!

OHHHH OH MY GOD THE CFROP CIRCLE WILL MADE THE CROP CIRCLE AKJDHKSJDHSJFBSND. IT CROSSED OVER FROM THE UPSIDE DOWN AND HE MADE IT AND THEY CAN ALL SEE IT HOLY SHIT

She’s good </3 oh Max </3

“Come here often?” Mike you DORK.

AWWW THE SWING :((( MIKE TRYING TO TELL WILL HE LIKES BOYS TOO :((( God that’s so sad and sweet and heartwarming. But YES WILL SAID IT!!!! YOU GO WILL!!!! And god. That HUG. I bet that’s gonna SLAP in Mike’s POV in the fic <3

OHHHHH NANCY TALKING ABOUT MIKE TO ROBIN :(((( OH MY HEART.

“I’m a lesbian. We know these things.” LMFAO ROBIN

Oh my god Will and Mike straight-up CUDDLING in the upside-down while Will sleeps. And it’s just like, normal. NO SHIT they’re gonna be different after this, goddamn.

“BABY”????? ARE YUOU???? FUCJING???????? MICHAEL. MICHAEL WHEELER

NOOO GOD VECNA. FUCK. HOLY SHIT THIS VISION GODDAMN

BABY????????????? GOD VECNA THAT’S FUCKING FOUL

HOLY SHIT??:?? THE FUCING???? MINDFLAYER?????? WHAT. WHAT? VECNA WEARING ZOMBIE WILL’S FACE AND SAYING ‘HOW ABOUT A KISS INSTEAD’ BEFORE FUCKING POSSESSING MIKE I’M. I.

Ha. Haha. H. Okay. I can uh. I can see why Suni said she hated you. Because what the fuck. What the fuck? I mean that was AMAZING but what the fuck. I can’t wait to scream at you even more when the fic chapters come out because WHAT. The FUCK.

Goodnight

(Sidenote added as I am re-reading my own commentary before sending this ask: I kind of can’t wait to see Will go fucking BALLISTIC at Vecna for pulling this shit with Mike. Like. Those newborn powers are gonna go CRAZY. Vecna you’re in for it buddy)

yayyy!! so excited to answer comments🥳

i’m so glad you liked karen’s scenes! i’ve had her s5 arc planned FOREVER (as in it was literally one of the first things i ever thought up for this fic, and the main reason i wanted to include a script to show other storylines!), so i’m super excited to finally dig into it!

the crop circle😎 that’s My spooky little eldritch creature! so proud of him🫶🏻

elmax🥺 my Babies.

dork!! & yes i am SOO excited to write this scene in fic format.

nancy & robin! and i’m glad u liked robin’s line bc i rlly couldn’t figure out if i wanted to leave that in or not. but yk what. i stand by it!

the CUDDLINGGGGG GOD I LOVE THEM😭 and the “baby” line was another that i was super undecided about leaving in, to the point where i had to consult suni and get a second opinion😭 but she was like yeah you Freak leave it in. so i did.

as for everything else: 😇

thank you so much for reading!!! i appreciate your comments so much💗

#script comments #asks #thank you!!

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chaos-has-theories · 1 year ago

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UM. I don't have a specific fic for the ask game so just answer as general questions abt ask ur fics I guess?? But

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

BREATHING ROOM FINALLY time to answer some askssssss :D

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

I mostly write the scenes I'm excited for immediately - if I don't, I'll just sit on the fic without ever getting past the first paragraph. But I am looking forward to writing the third scene to that Marcia & Silas oneshot I sent you, where Marcia is all IS THE PRINCESS OK and Silas is like ARE YOU OK and then they stare at each other for a minute.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Heh. Have a paragraph of Marcia in the Miraculous Ladybug AU?

Wayzz and Sass stayed quiet and out of sight while Marcia made her brooding way back across the walkways. Plagg, of course, had no such decency. "Of course Sugarcube gets to stay with Silas. Now him, he knows how to feed a cat. S'over a decade since I saw him - which is animal cruelty, just so you know - and he's still got my camembert stocked. Sass gets his mice and Pollen gets her honey but I have to live off butter and cream -" "You get plenty of cheese," Marcia said distractedly. She was getting a headache again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to cut back on how many miraculouses she wore. "Oh, but nothing can ever surpass the taste of properly aged camembert. You know, when I-" "Quiet." Marcia stopped stock-still halfway to the great double doors to the tower. There was - something was wrong. Slowly, she started turning around, squinting far off. The place was deserted. No guard, she realized. She should probably have been pleased, but - There. The snowdrift must have slid off the pyramid all the way above, neatly burying the boy who just that morning had entertained himself - and Plagg, unknowingly - by trying and failing to hit the kwami's animal shape with a snow ball. "That wasn't me." Plagg's eyes were large and worried. "I think." "Nevermind that." Marcia clenched her jaw. She should have brought Orikko with her today. No matter - her hands would have to do. The boy's heartbeat was only getting slower.

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

I... may have started writing a scene from your Timetravel AU? It was just supposed to be a warmup, but, well.

I won't post it anywhere without your permission, but I can send it to you sometime, if you want.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Recently it hasn't been a lot of SH, because that has been mostly oneshots and i either write them down or forget about them.

But - my TLT AU is still missing all of the important conversations between Gideon and Harrow, and those are going to be juicy. ("Who do you think paid for your commission?", and the pool scene, and)

Pretty much everything in the ML Daemon AU is angsty as hell, and I happen to be here for that. (LB and CN talking about grieving for their daemons. Nathalie severing herself, and the fallout from that. Gabriel's no good very bad decision making.)

And I'm always thinking about my modern Merlin AU. It's just so disorganized and huge that it feels impossible to work on anything specific in it right now. It's brilliant though. You'll just have to take my word for it.

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Puddyng. It's the most self-indulgent Sep Heap thing I could ever write, based on a years-old joke my neighbor reminded me of recently ("this is what book 7 is going to be called") and my own memories of my grandmothers. I might write it one day, but I'm pretty sure i'll be the only one getting much out of it.

The plot would have been the kids visiting Aunt Zelda's after she's passed to hold a kind of memorial. Jenna refuses to make cabbage sandwiches in her honor, so they mess up the kitchen making pudding instead and having a lot of emotions about it. That's it.

Thanks for the ask!

#septimus heap #sep.jpeg #chaos writes #sh ml au #no place like home #chaos au #gorlois/nimueh/ygraine

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leiakenobi · 2 years ago

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3, 11 and 14 for the fic asks 🫶

fic writer asks

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Holyyy moly, you sure started off with the hard questions. I've written so many at this point that it'd probably be impossible to pick just one. So I'll give you a few:

"This Must Be The Place"/"Once In A Lifetime." Honestly Santi is the kind of character that's wormed his way into my brain so deeply that I feel like a lot of my fics about him end up being my favorites (in my head I think of bartender Santi/baseball Santi/knight Santi as a trifecta) but "This Must Be The Place" is The One ya feel. Like how can you read it and not fall in love with Santiago Garcia a little bit.

"now let me at the truth." The premise of, "lol what if Ted Lasso but Ted and Trent knew each other back in college" was fully a goofy bit that my bud and I were riffing on in our DMs and it turned into this whole 50k+ world? Which is exciting in and of itself but I think what makes me so proud of it amongst my longer fics is that I really let the story guide me in terms of structure and length and style. It felt like I kind of leveled up in how I approach fic in a way that I hadn't felt in a long time.

"a shallow creek that too runs deep." Oh my goodness, truly this fic does atmosphere in a way that I measure all my other writing against. I also am very proud of how it kind of gradually developed over time from a oneshot into the full fic that it is now; I'm generally unwilling to expand on my oneshots because usually I feel like it would make the original story worse. I initially felt that way about this fic, too, even though I knew already that Poe and Rey's story would culminate in the same place where it eventually did. But I think the final product ended up being a really meaningful and well-done elaboration and I revisit it often.

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

I'm actually very rarely able to write fic while listening to music anymore (this is the problem with studying music). On occasion I will listen to music if I've made a playlist for that specific fic, but even those are more for getting myself into the headspace of the world as I mull over what's next for the characters, with the idea that then I turn the music off when I really get on a roll. If I do listen to music, it will generally be this or this on repeat.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Most of the fics that are coming to mind have one or two specific scenes that are very cinematic in my head? I don't think I have to sell you on the idea that it would be glorious to see the "Come and Get Your Love" scene from "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" on the screen. Combat is significant enough in "clipped wings" that I think a visual medium would probably do it justice better than I can in writing, and I think the Force visions would also be very cool to see in film—particularly the one in Chapter 10 would probably be more readily comprehensible. Meanwhile I think "Post Script" would make a superb comic, though of course that would immediately change it from a generic reader-insert to a specific character—but that moment of her going into her old room and seeing all the post-its.......... oof oof oof that would hit so well visually.

#ask game #literally yesterday my fam and i were at brunch and come and get your love came on #and i just fully flashed into damerey visions

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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 3 months ago

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@zepskies

You have no idea how excited I am to finally jump into the first installment of this series! I absolutely love historical au's and the 1940's so I am SO ready for this!

He let it fly. The abacus began to clack as one ball hit the other. Sam looked up from the deposition he was writing to give his brother a wry brow raise.

Right off the bat we get the classic and hilarious brother dynamic between the two of them. And of course, Dean being Dean. He just couldn't resist. 🙄 Not to mention the fact that Sam literally gave Dean a list of things to do in NYC other than bother him 😂

Both of them had enlisted, but Sam had spent most of his time in London while he was deployed, helping British Intelligence. Dean had clawed his way out of Normandy, and later, out of the Ardennes—the last offensive before the end. Their experiences might as well have been worlds apart, but one thing remained the same: it had been three years in which neither brother knew if they’d see each other again.

I love this little bit of world-building, because right off the bat you are introducing little things that will divide Sam and Dean. It builds the scene, shapes the characters, and introduces the idea that, yes both men enlisted, but at the same time there are other sides/fronts to the war and those experiences shaped these two men in different ways. I also like that you made them be in different places in the military, because their personalities are so different and it fits that Dean was the one who saw combat and has a little bit of shell-shock, but then you see Sam who is able to keep a stable job and merges well into the hustle and bustle of NYC.

You later followed behind him through the hallway and into the office. With a lit cigarette between his fingers, his arms crossed, Dean took note of you. He subtly glanced down at your crème-colored blouse, neatly tucked into the long, burgundy skirt (with lipstick to match), your modest, classy heels, and the way you wore your hair. His brows subtly raised. He’d met quite a few girls this week, but he hadn’t seen a lady like you in quite some time.

Man already can't keep his eyes to himself. 👀

"He'd met quite a few girls this week, but he hadn't seen a lady like you in quite some time."

I'm dying with this line. I love it so much. Oh boy... I already feel like this fic is going to destroy me in the best way.

Dean scoffed. “Nope, I’m just here to distract him.”

You know what Dean, you can come distract me any time you want. At least I'll appreciate it more than Sam lol.

You were still sniffling, and twice you dabbed under your eyes to make sure your face was dry. When you handed over the check, your hands shook, just a little. Sam wouldn’t tell you that he discounted his usual rate.

Aww Sam 😭 I'm also dying that Dean walked her home, my word, what a man.

“Oh, the Midwest,” you inclined your head. “What’s it like there?” Dean scoffed. “Dusty.”

You don't gotta ask what it's like sweet pea, you're gonna be out there soon enough with a ring on your left hand that actually MEANS SOMETHING to the man who gave it to you (DEAN)!

Part of you trilled inside at the small touch, but you immediately beat that reaction down. Dean Winchester was an attractive man, to be sure. His hair was a lighter brown than his brother’s, and shorter too. He had an air of roguishness about him, even though he’d been perfectly pleasant so far. But by the way he eyed you when you came into the law office, you had a strong feeling he was a flirt. You had no room for that in your life, and not only because you were still a married woman. Yet, there was something about him that…well, made you curious.

Girl please be curious for all of us 🤣

But I will say I like that she still upholds her side of the marriage even though her husband is literally a human trash can filled with Raccoons. As Dean put it earlier, she's a lady.

Also I love that you made her a nurse and that she and Dean were in the same area, so they're able to connect on that level, and it's not just Dean being flirty. I think that giving the reader that particular background also will help her navigate how to help Dean, if she's seen other soldiers with shell-shock and PTSD.

“Because the fact of the matter is, Sergeant, words don’t move me anymore.” You picked up your gaze from the ground, and you met his. “Flattery is just a pretty way of lying, and I’ve grown to really, truly hate lying.”

Oh my sweet goodness she's the best. Did she stutter?! I think not!

“Sorry it’s so late, darling. Got held up,” he said, kissing your shoulder through your nightgown. His fingers played with the ends of your hair while you laid facing away from him.

“What’d you make tonight, outta curiosity?” he asked. “Egg salad sandwiches,” you replied flatly. “Hmm. No real loss there then.”

Michael huffed, shaking his head. “Sometimes you got a real mouth on you. One of these days, you just might regret it.”

You know what Mike, if you keep talking you're gonna regret it. Your wife might be a lady, but Dean isn't. And Dean will go full Lorena Bobbitt on your ass while you're asleep for doing the twisted tango with another woman!! 😡🤣

Alex this chapter was amazing! I can see how much research and hard work you put into it my talented friend! I can't wait to see what else is in store for Dean and this reader 🥰

BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: My day tomorrow is going to be a bit packed, so I decided to release this a bit early for you guys! So here we go! The first chapter of yet another new series, my first ever 1940s AU. 🥰 I hope you have fun on this one, because I sure did. Again, very much inspired by The Clock (1945), starring Judy Garland and Robert Walker. 💜

Prompt for @jacklesversebingo: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: For this chapter it’s “Cry Me a River” by Ella Fitzgerald

Word Count: 3.9K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating, PTSD, historical tidbits

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Part 1: Legal Grounds

November 2, 1945

Dean idly read the pamphlet stacked with others on his brother’s desk, which advertised his new and successful enterprise.

Law Offices of Winchester, Bialystock & Bloom

What do you know? His brother had his own office, his own business, and his name on a pamphlet.

Dean couldn’t help but curl a finger around a steel ball on the abacus sitting at the head of the mahogany desk, right next to Sam’s nameplate.

He let it fly. The abacus began to clack as one ball hit the other.

Sam looked up from the deposition he was writing to give his brother a wry brow raise.

“So this is what you do, huh?” Dean remarked, crossing his arms.

Without his jacket, his suspenders were on display over his shoulders. His red pinstripe tie was still in place, but his white dress shirt was rolled up to the elbows. Meanwhile, his brother preferred to keep himself more presentable with his sleeves down to his wrists. Jacket on.

Dean glanced around the office, nodding at the line of bookshelves behind Sam, framing him as the bookish academic he’d always been. There was limited seating in here though, just a spare chair in front of the desk, and another to the right of it. Dean stood on the opposite side.

“If you’re bored, all you have to do is say so,” Sam said. “Which is strange, considering we’re smack dab in the middle of a city that never sleeps.”

He was right, Dean could concede. His little brother had given him a veritable list of things to do in New York City: visit the park, go to the zoo, see a picture show, visit a nightclub, or sample a host of restaurants that Sam knew Dean would probably enjoy.

He’d seen a lot of this place in the week that he’d been here visiting Sam, but a good deal of it he’d either spent alone, or with any willing young lady Dean came across, thanks to the demands of this office. If he was honest, entertaining young ladies was eating into the wallet in his trouser pocket, and the hustle and bustle was starting to be a little much for him.

“You don’t get tired of it?” Dean asked, gesturing to the out there beyond them. “The, uh…the lights, the noise, all the people?”

Sam picked his head up from his paperwork to consider the question. “No, I like it. Keeps my mind busy, and…I guess it makes me feel alive, you know?”

Dean supposed he could understand that, so he nodded.

Sam wasn’t fooled though. He thought he could tell what was running through his brother’s head, watching him fidget, and turn his head a bit sharply when a bus honked loudly outside the office’s glass doors as it thundered past.

It had only been two months since the end of the war. Two months since he and Dean met back in their family home in Lawrence, Kansas after three years fighting on two different fronts, in two different countries.

Their experiences might as well have been worlds apart, but one thing remained the same: it had been three years in which neither brother knew if they’d see each other again.

Now, Sam saw the signs. Dean seemed a bit jumpy, overstimulated, but willing to be here to spend a little more time with Sam before he went back home. Guilt prickled in Sam’s gut.

“I’ve got some work here to finish up, but afterwards let’s go to dinner,” he suggested. “Maybe see a show?”

Dean’s lips flickered at a smile. “You’re burning both ends of the candle. You know that, right?”

Sam opened his mouth to reply, when there was a knock on one of the glass doors—at the entrance to the small building. Their heads turned, and through the open door of his office, they spotted you standing there in the evening light. You wore a wide-brimmed hat on your head and a scarf underneath, wrapped over your hair and under your chin to shield your face. You knocked again with a hand covered by a leather glove, more persistently.

Cocking his head in confusion, Sam stood from his desk and left the room to let you in. Dean hung back and sat on the corner of the desk to wait. He withdrew a cigarette from the pack and a lighter from his pocket as he did so, but he heard you talking with his brother by the door.

“I’m sorry. We’re closed, miss,” Sam informed you.

“It’s still two minutes until closing. At least, according to my watch.”

“…Well, I suppose you’ve got me there.”

“So can I come in? I need to speak to a lawyer.”

“You sure it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid it can’t, sir.” Your tone was firm, and it more than implied that you wouldn’t be moved. Sam paused then, perhaps to take a steeling breath.

“All right. Come with me, please.”

Should’ve shaved this morning. The thought was accompanied by the way he swiped a subtle hand over his prickly chin.

You gave him a cursory glance in turn, and offered a polite, “Hello.”

He stood from the desk and switched his cigarette to his other hand, so he could shake yours.

“Hey there. Dean Winchester,” he said. He offered a smile with no small amount of charm. “Pleased to meet you…”

You dutifully gave him your first name only. He found that a little strange, but you soon slipped your hand out of his and focused on the nameplate on the desk, followed by Sam himself.

“So you’re brothers,” you realized. “Do you work together?”

Dean scoffed. “Nope, I’m just here to distract him.”

Sam tossed him a sidelong glance. There was a subtle edge of bitter truth in there somewhere, and you didn’t seem to miss it. You looked between the two men, a hint wary.

“Well, as I said, I’m here to speak to the solicitor,” you said.

“That would be me,” Sam nodded. He went to his desk and sat down behind it, gesturing for you to do the same in front of him. You obliged him, smoothing your hands down your skirt once you were seated. “How can I help you?”

You met his eyes with a directness that surprised him a little.

“I want to divorce my husband,” you said.

To say it shocked the room would be an understatement. Behind you, Dean gave his brother a pair of raised brows. Sam didn’t allow himself to react too much in order to remain professional, but he still tilted his head, blinking, before he focused on you again.

“What’s your husband’s name?” he asked.

“Michael. Michael Milligan.”

“Why do you want a divorce, Mrs. Milligan?”

Here, your gaze fell to the folded hands in your lap.

“I have reason to believe he’s been unfaithful,” you quietly replied.

Once again, there was a pregnant pause.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam said. His sympathy was genuine, because he could see the way you’d hesitated to say the words, like they embarrassed you, shamed you, and saddened you all at once.

“But I have to ask,” he added, “do you have proof?”

Dean glanced his way, his brow raising once again. Sam knew what he was thinking, just as he saw how you frowned as well. But there was a reason why he asked, and it wasn’t to be unkind.

You sighed. “What kind of proof?”

“Pictures. Letters. A witness. Something of legal standing that we can use as leverage and as grounds to grant you a divorce, whether he wants it or not,” Sam said.

You let out another heavy breath through your nose. “No, I don’t have anything like that.”

“Then what makes you so sure he’s steppin’ out?” Dean chimed in. By now he was leaning against the wall, off to the side where he could smoke with the window cracked open. It let in the sounds of cars and distant honking, people traversing the sidewalks.

You turned in your seat to give him a tight look. “If you must know, there’ve been…signs. I won’t trouble you with the details, but I’m sure.”

You met Dean’s gaze, and then Sam’s firmly.

“So will you help me?” you asked him. Sam nodded.

“Yes, I’ll look into your husband and try to find some evidence of his…extracurricular affairs.”

Your lips pursed. “And how long will it take?”

Since you were being so direct, Sam levelled you with honesty.

“It may take time,” he said. “Realistically, we’re looking at months, even after I find what we need… It would be easier to legally separate.”

You had been slowly deflating the more he spoke, but now your expression became stony.

“Mr. Winchester,” you began. “I don’t want to just be separated. I don’t want to live in our apartment, let alone share his bed or wear his last name.”

Despite your best efforts, your voice began to shake. Tears welled up and stung in your eyes.

“I don’t want anything from him, other than his signature on the damn papers,” you said. “The case is that I can no longer tolerate that man in my sight, much less in my life. Will you help me? Or should I look for another lawyer who will actually do his job.”

Sam and Dean shared a glance. For his part, Dean couldn’t remember the last time he heard a woman curse. Despite your outburst, the tears clinging to your lashes stirred both men.

“I understand, Mrs. Milligan,” Sam said. “I’ll help you. Don’t worry.”

He began to look for his handkerchief, but you retrieved one of your own from your purse and quickly dabbed at your eyes, sniffling. You were embarrassed.

“What about your fee?” you said, withdrawing your checkbook. “I, um…I have a little money stashed away. I’ve always worked, you see.”

Sam nodded and went over what his rate would be going forward. Once the two of you came to an agreement, you signed the first check right then and there, even though he felt bad for even taking it from you.

Again, he mentioned that he would need some time first to investigate your husband and begin collecting evidence for your case. He asked you for any documents you could safely bring him of your finances, for example. You agreed to do an investigation of your own.

“Just be careful,” Dean cautioned. He was getting an idea of what kind of man your husband was, but Dean couldn’t be too sure of what the man was capable of. He’d hate to hear of a girl like you getting hurt over a few papers.

Dean put out the bud of his cigarette on the ashtray lying on the windowsill. He pushed off the wall to approach where you and Sam were getting to your feet. You gave Dean a nod of acknowledgement.

“I will,” you agreed. “Thank you both. I’m sorry I’ve taken up so much of your time, but I’ll be heading home now.”

“Did you take a bus or a taxi?” Sam asked.

“Oh, I walked,” you replied, and you checked your watch as you gathered up your purse. You headed for the coatrack, but Dean got there first, helping you into your beige wool coat. It went nicely with the burgundy you had on, namely on your painted lips.

“Thank you,” you said to him, but you still didn’t smile. You were a hint demurer now. It seemed with Sam’s promised help, the fire had dimmed behind your eyes and your tongue.

“How about I give you an escort, make sure you get home okay?” Dean found himself offering. “It’s getting pretty late on a Friday.”

Sam shot him a knowing look, but Dean ignored him, instead focusing on your face.

You hesitated. “It’s a bit far though. Out of your way, I’m sure.”

“All the more reason that you shouldn’t go it alone at this time of night,” he argued.

You considered his offer, and him, with a quick perusal. You seemed to be judging for yourself if he was trustworthy. Dean kept his posture straight, yet relaxed. Maybe he’d liked what he saw the moment he took you in, but after hearing your situation, he felt for you. It really was just an honest offer to walk you home.

“Where did you serve?” you asked. “The Army, the Navy, or the Air Forces?”

The question took him off guard for a beat, but he answered you.

“The Army,” he replied.

“Your rank?”

“I was a sergeant, ma’am.”

You looked at him a little more shrewdly, then you relaxed.

“I might’ve guessed,” you said. “All right, Sergeant. Let’s go then.”

You buttoned up your coat and turned to leave the office. Dean shot his little brother a raise of his brows and a what do ya know? kind of smile. He grabbed his dark brown jacket and hat and followed you out.

Sam’s smile was more reserved, with a shake of his head. He closed the door behind you and Dean and locked it. He still had some work he wanted to finish before tomorrow, and Dean’s little show of chivalry would give him time to do it.

Dean had his hands in his coat pockets as he walked with you down the long city sidewalk. Night had drawn into the November sky, but with all these lights, he couldn’t see many stars. It was also cold as all hell. The frigid wind slapped at him every time they turned the corner of a building, snapping right into his bones.

Still, he supposed there was a kind of attractiveness to the city at night. The stores and their signs were all lit up gold and other neon colors. Couples and families walked together, all done up nice for wherever dinner reservation or movie they were trying to get to. It begged the question of what your husband was doing right now if he didn’t notice his wife out at this time of night.

“Where’s your husband tonight, if I might ask?” said Dean.

You shot him a look, reading between his lines.

“He claims to be working late virtually every night of the weekdays,” you said, “but he usually comes home stinking of alcohol.” Your eyes dimmed, even with the pretty lights shining in them. “He was in the Army as well. A corporal. He’s had a hard time adjusting to being back home, and I know that… He doesn’t sleep very well. And do you know, he had a hard time finding work for a while too. Luckily, he has his father’s business to fall back on.”

Dean tried not to show how much your words resonated with him. He didn’t think it a good thing to have common ground with your husband, if he was the kind of man you said he was.

“Yeah? What’s his business?” he asked.

“He manages a meat production plant, of all things,” you said.

“Ah, located in the Meat Packing District, I presume?”

“You’d presume right.”

Dean nodded. “I get it. I inherited the family home back in Lawrence. I just need to figure out what’s next.”

“Lawrence?”

“Kansas.”

“Oh, the Midwest,” you inclined your head. “What’s it like there?”

Dean scoffed. “Dusty.”

You almost laughed at that. At least it earned him your first smile of the night.

“Do you have an idea of what you’ll do for work?” you asked.

Dean chuckled. “Not just yet. Didn’t plan that far, you know?”

“Why not?” you asked.

“Hmm. Guess I didn’t see the point,” he replied with a mild shrug. It hid a deeper, darker well inside him. The part of him that hadn’t thought he’d make it back home after the war.

You turned to him then, and you saw it behind his eyes. The two of you walked in silence for a little while as the neighborhood blocks began to shift and change, becoming somewhat quieter, more residential. Dean put himself between you and the sidewalk when a taxi zoomed by too close to the curb, resting a hand on the small of your back for protection.

But by the way he eyed you when you came into the law office, you had a strong feeling he was a flirt. You had no room for that in your life, and not only because you were still a married woman.

Yet, there was something about him that…well, made you curious.

“I was a nurse,” you said eventually, earning his attention. “I was there when they liberated Paris.”

Dean turned to you with newfound interest lighting his green eyes. “You were at Normandy.”

You nodded. “For a while. Almost a year before D-Day.”

Dean let out a short, if humorless chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, that’s where I was. At that time, at least,” he said. You gave him a similar look; respect, and perhaps finding a kindred spirit.

“I did what I could do before, during, and afterwards,” you said. “I think that’s all we can do now, Mr. Winchester.”

“Call me Dean,” he said. “If you like.”

A second smile almost tugged at your lips. You nodded in agreement.

“Dean,” you said.

In another ten minutes, he was walking you up to your porch at your apartment building. You travelled up the four small steps, while Dean stopped at the second one. For the first time, you had the vantage point above him as you turned on your heel to face him. You were about to thank him when he shook his head, scoffing.

“This guy must be dumb, deaf, and blind, sweetheart,” he said.

Your face warmed in a blush, and you gave a rueful smile when you realized what he meant. He was looking up at you like someone who couldn’t understand your plight. You knew the feeling.

“That’s kind of you, but you don’t have to do that,” you said.

His brows furrowed. “Do what?”

“Try to make me feel better,” you said, scuffing the toe of your sensible heels against the brick platform. Dean crossed his arms.

“Why not?” he asked.

It took him a moment, but Dean nodded.

“I guess that’s fair,” he said. He had to stop himself before he proved your point with a smart word on your pretty smile. Although, it wouldn’t have been a lie. He tipped his hat up. “Goodnight then, Mrs. Milligan.”

You stopped him from leaving with just your voice.

“Please,” you said, your eyes briefly closing. “Just…call me by my name. My first name.”

Dean slowly smiled. “Perfect. I like your name better anyway.”

This time, your smile in return was genuine, if tinged with amusement.

“Goodnight, Dean,” you replied.

He gave you a charming grin and a more casual soldier’s salute. Then he stuck his hands back in his pockets, turned on his heel, and began to walk back the way he came. You couldn’t help but watch him go for a second or two. His legs were slightly bowed under his slacks, you noticed.

With a blush, you shook your head to rid yourself of those silly thoughts. You closed the door.

That night, Michael came home late, as usual—this time at two in the morning. He reeked of alcohol, also per usual, but this time when he rolled over towards you in bed to say goodnight, you stiffened. He also smelled like a woman’s perfume. Expensive stuff.

This was one of those signs you hadn’t wanted to tell Sam Winchester. Frankly, it was crude and embarrassing.

“Sorry it’s so late, darling. Got held up,” he said, kissing your shoulder through your nightgown. His fingers played with the ends of your hair while you laid facing away from him.

You squeezed your eyes shut. You were fighting every instinct you had inside you that wanted to recoil from his touch and bolt out of the bed. When just a few months ago, his touch was all you craved, almost desperately so.

“Where were you?” you asked. Somehow, you kept your voice steady and calm. “You weren’t at the office all this time.”

“Had a couple of drinks with the guys after,” he said with a shrug. “Sorry. The night got away from us, but, uh…I’ll be home on time for dinner tomorrow.”

With your back turned to him, you were able to roll your eyes.

“What’d you make tonight, outta curiosity?” he asked.

“Egg salad sandwiches,” you replied flatly.

“Hmm. No real loss there then.”

Your teeth clenched. “If I thought you were actually going to be home when you said you would, maybe I would make a rump roast with all the fixings.”

Michael paused, but then, he grasped your shoulder, slowly turned you around in the bed until you were facing him. His face was sterner.

“Excuse me?”

You remained quiet. Your gaze travelled downwards, avoiding his.

Michael huffed, shaking his head. “Sometimes you got a real mouth on you. One of these days, you just might regret it.”

He turned his back on you, laying on his side. You did the same while trying to stem your tears.

When did this become your life?

AN: Oof, sorry for all that angst at the end there, but I hope you liked the first chapter! Did you enjoy soldier!Dean and soldier/lawyer!Sam? Do you want to find a dark alley for Michael yet? 😅

And are you ready for what's coming up next? 😘

Next Time:

Dean both could and couldn’t believe it. He might not have been a saint himself when it came to the fairer sex, but if he went through the whole ordeal of marrying one, let alone a straight-shooting woman like you, beautiful, clever…

“Geez,” he muttered. “He could’ve at least waited until the ink dried on the certificate.”

Sam nodded in agreement. He picked up the receipt to the Cotton Club, and he shot his brother a grin.

“Wanna go to the club tonight?”

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