#ao3 established relationship

[stormygrievances]

@jegulus-microfic march 28th, skinny-dip, 200 words

“Oh, come on baby,” James whines, pouting and looking straight at Regulus. “I promise you’ll have so much fun!”

Fuck. James is not playing fair right now. He knows Regulus can’t say no to him when he looks like that. Sneaky git.

“Can’t we just go for a normal swim?” Regulus offers.

“Then it won’t be skinny-dipping,” James counters. “I promise you’ll enjoy it!”

Regulus clicks his tongue, determined to make his boyfriend work for it a little more. “Hm, I don’t think so Jamie,” he hums. “What if someone sees us naked?”

“Let them,” James replies, looking like he’s already won. “You’re mine anyways.”

Bless James’ heart. “The police, my love,” Regulus counters. “What if the police sees?”

“I won’t get jealous, I promise.”

Regulus chuckles, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think that’ll matter much when we get arrested for public indecency, Jamie.”

James pouts again, getting close to Regulus and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Pleeease, baby? I’ll make you that lasagna you really like afterwards.”

Regulus rests his head on top on James’ shoulder smirking to himself. “Deal,” he says, pressing a kiss to James’ cheek. “I was going to do it either way.”

“I know.”

[str4ngr]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 [ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐏. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 | 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 |

cw: suggestive, foul language, established relationship, mentions of starting a family/pregnancy, domestic, some lactation kink [ish], fem!reader.

notes: a breeding kink is the sexual arousal at the idea of becoming pregnant/impregnating someone.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 both of you were lazing together in bed, just as you always did when keegan first returned from his missions. your back pressed to his chest, nothing felt better than this embrace, more specifically, your body against him. he missed you so dearly, but he had no idea where to start with his words.

when his hands slipped past the hem of your shirt, you didn't stop him, his lips nuzzled against your ear his gruff and unintentionally seductive voice whispers,

"sweetheart,"

his voice was low, his large palms gently messaging the soft skin of your belly, making him sigh in satisfaction. his hands stayed in place, squeezing and caressing your stomach, his words coming out in another sigh,

"could you imagine if you were pregnant?"

you took a sharp breath. that was sudden but, god, and you couldn't stop the idea,

"i'd fuck your little cunt full of my cum,"

you couldn't stop as your hips pressed against his as your squirmed, or how your breath shook at the vulgar image of his cum dripping out off you. a low chuckle leaving his lip as he continued,

"make your belly nice and round with my kid."

his possessive words, made it almost feel hard to breath, suffocating. you couldn't turn around, you couldn't let him see the saliva pooling in your cheek. not that he needed to, you hips were surly more than enough as a give away. his hand didn't stop, lingering on your stomach, another hand slowly sliding up your body to your breasts, having no bra to fight with,

"god, and your breasts? they'd become so round, so full."

he let out a groan, calloused fingertips gently twisting your nipple. you yelped and whined, turning to face his devilish grin. but you weren't upsets, oh no, you wanted this more than anything else, his words making your imagination go wild. his lips cascading down your neck and shoulders, receding to press a kiss to you cheek.

his hips grinded against yours, his broad shoulders twisting over your figure as he leaned in close to your face, his lips only a moment away before he kissed. that moment was quickly cut off by your whine, your neck craning to meet his lips as you try to shush him, only a small laugh, accompanied by his, now intentional, seductive voice,

"eager are't we? well, we have all night."

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when i tell you i started blushing uncontrollably i'm not fucking kidding.

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

directory

[beyourownanchor6]

you've got game

—idk this silly idea came to me after last nights ep and i just blacked out and wrote whatever this is <33

words: 1.1k | rated: g | read on ao3

They’d been lying there for about ten minutes with nothing said between them. Buck had asked Eddie about Chris and the letter, listening to Eddie work his thoughts out, offering commentary when needed.

The conversation with Chris had devastated both of them, but especially Eddie. With Chris getting older, the difficult questions kept coming. They were both finding them harder to answer.

For the time being, Eddie had settled with the fact that Buck had talked Chris through it and that Chris had eventually read the letter and put the picture of his mom back up. It was a start.

It was a serious matter, one Buck knew Chris wasn’t going to be “over” with a single letter, but it helped; for now.

Even so, Buck couldn’t help the silly little thought that kept creeping in the back of his mind. He let out a little laugh for it, quickly trying to cover it with a cough. Eddie didn’t buy it.

“Care to share?”

Buck cleared his throat as he turned to lay on his back. Eddie laid on his side next to him, facing Buck.

“Nothing. It’s uh, it’s dumb. And probably not uh, not appropriate right now.”

Buck knew if he turned toward Eddie he’d find his boyfriend directing a raised brow his direction. And so, Buck avoided it, turning back onto his side and away from Eddie. Still, Eddie wasn’t having it.

Eddie snuggled up behind him, snaking his arms around Buck as he pulled him in close, nuzzling into him.

“Inappropriate thoughts have never stopped you from sharing before.”

Buck snorted as Eddie squeezed him tighter.

Buck tapped his fingers over Eddie’s, stalling.

“Well it was just, I was kind of—proud.”

“Of what, that I didn’t have a panic attack about the whole thing?”

Buck smiled as he brought one of Eddie’s hands up to pepper kisses over. “Well yes that, but I was thinking more that ya know…our son has game.”

A groan fell out of Eddie and he was turning away and abandoning Buck in an instant. Buck rolled to face Eddie, propping his head up on his arm.

“C’mon babe, he has five different girls going after him? I’m just saying; that’s pretty impressive.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Buck pushed into Eddie’s space, nosing into him.

“I mean, I’m just saying…we know he doesn’t get that from you.”

A playful yet warning pinch came to his side, Buck yelping a little for it as he pushed further into Eddie’s space. He made the smart decision not to say anything further.

Eddie’s arm reached out, his fingers landing on Buck’s hip. His hand fit right into place, molding into Buck.

“I got you, didn’t I?”

Buck was grateful the room was dark enough to hide the flush of his cheeks. Even after all these years, Eddie still had such an effect on him. He hoped that would never change.

Buck slid his hand down to meet Eddie’s and he threaded them together.

“I’m not immune to your charm like the others.”

Eddie snorted. “You just like my ass.”

Buck quickly shifted their positions so he could get his hands on Eddie, practically pulling his boyfriend on top of him. He squeezed Edddie’s ass before kissing him a little filthily.

“Well it is a nice ass. But it’s not why I fell in love with you.”

A smile fell off Eddie’s lips, one he placed to Bucks.

“Then tell me cowboy, what did lure you in?”

Buck preened for the dorky pet name. He brushed his hands up and down Eddie’s arms a little absently as he thought over all the things that made him fall in love with one Eddie Diaz.

“Well, you’re badass under pressure, you let me into your adorable sons life, you always have my back, you’re my best friend, you’re the best dad I know, and you’re probably the most selfless person I’ve met besides my sister. You’re always there when anyone needs you, and adorably afraid of technology. You make me wanna be a better person and you just…well you love me for—me.” Buck squeezed Eddie’s arms before leaning up to kiss him and whispering into him. “And you have a nice ass.”

Eddie rolled his eyes then kissed Buck again, sweet and slow.

“Thank you Buck, for always being there for us. Chris looks up to you; trusts you.” Eddie looked down to him, those browns wide and endearing. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Buck smiled up to him while pulling Eddie closer.

“Good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

Their lips met in the middle, soft yet passionate kisses shared between them. They eventually settled back into each other, Buck on his back with Eddie nestled in close.

“You know,” Eddie started, tapping a finger across Bucks bare chest. “I’m pretty proud of you too.”

“Why’s that?” Buck asked, settling further against Eddie.

“Well, I know how badly you wanted to congratulate our kid for being a total ladies man, but you somehow managed to refrain. I know that must’ve been hard for you.”

Buck sighed as he tossed his head back. “God Eds that was so badass of him! I wasn’t meant to be the un-fun parent.”

Buck pouted while Eddie snickered. Eddie sat up to kiss his pout away, Buck easily accepting it.

“You know, I still have pretty good game.”

Eddie raised his brows. “You think so?”

Buck puffed out his chest a bit. “Oh I know so.”

“Prove it,” Eddie challenged, Buck not backing down.

Buck pulled Eddie back against him, wrapping him up tight as he whispered in his ear, sliding his hand down the expanse of Eddie. “So are you just excited about this talk or is that a—“

“Buck—go to bed.”

Buck totally had game, for the record. Eddie was no fun sometimes.

“You didn’t even let me get to the punchline!”

“That’s because I already know it dork. You use it on me all the time.”

Well, when Buck found something good, he stuck with it. Especially at work when it tended to send a blush across Eddie’s cheeks as Eddie gave him a firm yet bothered warning.

“Fine, but I have more, that I will be wooing you with starting tomorrow.”

Eddie chuckled in his hold. “Can’t wait. But just remember, you already have me. I’m all yours Buck.”

He did love the sound of that.

Buck snuggled in closer, Eddie tilting his head up so their lips could meet.

“And I’m all yours.

Just when Buck was finally settled and on the verge of sleep, Eddie’s voice filled the silence.

“You can use your cheesy lines to pick me up any day.”

Buck smiled into him. “Yea, or you know uh, you could-you could use them on me.”

Why did they need game when they had each other?

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[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | Masterlist❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Status: Ongoing

Word count: TBD

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

Ch 1: Love

Ch 2: Taboo

Ch 3: Stunt

Ch 4: Who?

Ch 5: Drink

Ch 6: Drank

Ch 7: Drunk

Ch 8: Caught in a Lie

Ch 9: Gone

Ch 10: Love & Hate

Ch 11: Out of Sight

Ch 12: Guilty

Ch 13: Weight

Ch 14: Progress

Ch 15: Management

Ch 16: Break

Ch 17: Emotions

Ch 18: New Attitude

Ch 19: Your Letter

Ch 20: I’m Fine

Ch 21: Look Up

Ch 22: Healing

Ch 23: Together

Ch 24: Forever

Ch 25: Approval

Ch 26: Clout

Ch 27: Forward

Ch 28: The Last

Ch 29: 00:00

Ch 30: More Energy

Ch 31: More Passion

Ch 32: Insecure

Ch 33: Coffee

Ch 34: Pout

Ch 35: Comeback

Ch 36: Fly

Ch 37: Electric

Ch 38: Drip

[dropofbittersea]

“Where do you think you are?” Stiles asks, carefully. He still hasn’t moved. Derek searches for his heartbeat as his mother has been teaching him and finds it easily: a steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.

Derek looks around. Dressers and a closet door and bookcases. He’s never been in this room. “Smells like home,” he says anyway, cautious, and Stiles’ smile softens.

“Okay. Okay, that’s great.”

[imfinereallyy]

“I'm so tired.” Steve finally admits, head falling delicately onto Eddie’s shoulder.

They are on the couch in the beach house they rented for all the kids as a graduation gift. Even though it has been years since the upside down, both Eddie and Steve took every dollar they had in order to give back a little joy to the kids. Eddie knows that no matter how old they all get, he will never be able to take the mama out of Steve Harrington.

So the entire trip, Steve’s been hovering, ensuring everyone is having a good time. Although the party jokes, Eddie knows they all secretly love it. Even Robin, who normally would shy away from the attention, adores it.

It's just...Eddie worries. Steve always wears himself too thin for other people. Eddie has been trying to get him to relax (in more ways than one), but it is hard to change Steve. If Eddie is honest, he doesn't really want to either.

He just doesn't want his sweetheart to hurt himself.

So on this rainy day, Eddie suggests a movie marathon to get Steve to relax. Eddie can almost jump for joy at how quickly it works.

“Relax baby. Just shut your eyes for a bit.”

“What about the kids?” Steve murmurs between low breaths. His eyelids are heavy, and Steve only looks through the slits of his eyes. Even the soft glow from the tv in the dark room hurts his eyes.

“I'll watch over them, don't worry. I got them.” Eddie nuzzles his hair.

Eddie knows if anyone else told Steve such a thing, it would work him up even more. But since it is Eddie who says it, Steve collapses into Eddie’s arms instantly.

“Okay.”

Eddie leans forward and kisses Steve’s forehead. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

Steve makes an incomprehensible noise in response. The hum in his throat vibrates Eddie’s entire being. Eddie can tell what Steve is trying to say.

Thank you. Love you. I got you too.

Eddie rubs a hand down Steve’s side. It says,

Always. For you. Always.

[yutxsgf]

Bakugou x reader, but the reader has a sphinx cat and Bakugou has no idea what to think of it.

Cw; light fluff, character POV, GN Reader, cats

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He swore it was the ugliest thing on the fucking planet. The way its naked skin was so.. so.. skin-like. The way its tail looked so freakishly long yet short. The way it'd have a full-on stare off with him whenever he'd come to your house to visit you.

He hated it with his whole being.

Fast forward about 2 years later, he now has to help clean up the damn cat's butt puckers. Yeah, you heard him right. Butt puckers. All because he accidentally lashed out on someone for swiping their thumb against your waist. Accidentally.

He had never been so disgusted. He would physically recoil whenever the damn cat would sit up and make a small suction noise. He didn't even know cats could make those noises with their ass.

God, why'd you have to be the prettiest person he'd ever seen with the freakiest cat to roam the earth.

"Baby, can you go and bathe the cat?"

Oh, GOD. He was literally gonna melt his own face off. He had never actually touched the cat other than when you forced him to pet the cat, which he never really truly did besides swiping the top of its head with his pinky finger.

There were so many steps to bathing this cat. Why? Because it has no fur! Of course it doesn't. He couldn't help the long exasperated groan that left his lips as he read over the steps for the umpteenth time.

Might as well get it over with.

To be fully honest. The cat was kinda chill, unlike Todoroki's new cat. His cat was a killer. He knew it.

But this cat was okay. He guesses.

But when he told you this, all you could do was laugh at him. He didn't know what was so funny. Which is why he felt heat immediately rush to the tip of his ears out of pure embarassment. And maybe a little 'cause your laugh was fucking heavenly.

But mainly because he was embarrassed. (He's in love)

Okay, okay, you got him. MAYBE, just maybe it was.. not cute at all, but the way it acted was cute. He guesses. The way it began licking his fingers for attention, which he semi-reluctantly gave. The way it'd.. yeah, he doesn't really know.

But yknow what? If you were gonna be the one he was gonna marry—which is obviously happening because he is never letting you go—he has to get used to your damn cat one way or another.

"You're lucky I fuckin' love your parent with my whole heart."

[mikhardwheat]

Oh, hey. Here's another one.

Pairing: Maxley (Max Goof/Bradley Uppercrust III)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Bradley learns a thing or two about proper relationships. Max does too, but they end up taking a different approach.

Or

Feelings exploration is a (in this case) two-man job. With a sprinkle of "oh no" and "well, whatever...".

Status: Completed. 23.7k words, 7 chapters.

(Takes place directly after "Wet Clothes and Misunderstanding", but can be read as a stand-alone.)

[renx01]

Betrayed

Prompt: Your father is the head of a criminal enterprise, one which has come onto the kingsman’s radar. Galahad has the task to get closer to said head, so he starts dating you. After a lot of apprehension on your side, you finally let your walls be broken down by him. That is until you find out that he’s been using you all along.  Pairing: Harry Hart x (GN!)Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: angst, manipulation, established relationship Word count: 2569

A soft knock on the front-door of your apartment draws you from the book you were reading, pride and prejudice. You had started reading it after your boyfriend, Harry, had recommended it to you. Standing up, you quietly walk to the door and look through the peep-hole. It was him, which was unexpected and unusual, but it excited you nonetheless, as it had been quite a while since you last saw him. He had been away on a business trip to Canada for two weeks and the time difference made calling a challenge, especially with his job requiring to stay up late often. Opening the door, you notice that he’s wearing a new suit. While it still fits his usual colour-scheme with it being a darker grey with a white pinstripe, it has some red detailing around the buttons. The fit of the three-piece-suit was impeccable as always, accentuating him in all the right places. ‘Evening Harry.’ Your voice is cheerful as you greet him, ‘ I wasn’t expecting you to be back yet.’ He smiles softly at you, ‘I was hoping to surprise you.’ Leaning down, he kisses you, after which he pulls you into a hug. 

‘I missed you, love.’ You tighten your grip around him. ‘I missed you too.’

Ever since the two of you had started dating three years ago, the two of you saw each-other at least twice a week when he wasn’t on a business-trip. He kisses the top of your head before slowly letting go of the hug. ‘Tea?’ You ask him as you walk towards the kitchen, ‘or would you prefer something stronger?’ It was half past eight  on a Friday evening, so having a glass of wine or bourbon together wasn’t out of the ordinary. ‘How about some whiskey?’ He replies following you, his hand on the small of your back. ‘Sounds lovely’ you smile, ‘I should have some in my liquor cabinet.’ While you grab two glasses, he looks at your collection. Since you started seeing him it has grown significantly. He enjoyed teaching you about all the different types of liquor and what effects certain techniques may have if applied to the distilling process. ‘This one?’ He holds up a bottle of Scotch after kneeling down to grab it. It was one of your favourites and he had recently bought you a new one while in Scotland. Nodding, ‘You know me too well dear.’

The two of you sit down in your home library, where you had also been sitting previously. It was your favourite place to be in, as it reminded you of your grandparent’s mansion in Italy, which you had often visited while growing up. You have always been quite the reader, so their library provided many of the books you read as a child. ‘Excuse the mess, I’ve been reading and writing all day.’ You apologise for the clutter in your desk and the many books which lay folded open next to your reading chair, annotations sprawling across their pages. ‘Don’t worry my dear,’ he smiles as he sits down across from you, ‘we both know that this is a normal part of your creative process.’ Once you’ve set down your glasses onto the table that’s standing between the two of you, he fills them with the liquor of his choice. ‘So please, don’t apologise.’ After all this time, you still felt flustered at times. He was always so well-put-together, with his exterior almost always being perfect. It was the exact opposite of how you felt at times, yet he encouraged and supported you, telling you many times that one can never be perfect and that you should be comfortable in whatever clothes you decide to wear. ‘To us.’ He states, clinking his glass to yours. ‘To us.’ You reply before tasting the brown liquid. It was as delicious as you’d remembered it to be.

‘I see you’ve picked up Austen? Is it to your liking?’ After thinking for a moment you reply, ‘I’m enjoying it quite a bit, though I am still uncertain what to think of Darcy.’ ‘Ah yes, Mr. Darcy is quite a complicated man. I suppose depending on the type of relationship one holds with him the experience can be quite different.’ He muses. The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking, reading, and drinking scotch. Only at three in the morning did you realise how much time had passed. Because of this, Harry decided to stay the night at your place. Luckily he always had some spare clothes and his own toiletries at your place. Once he’s gotten changed into his pyjamas, he joins you in the bathroom as you are brushing your teeth. Reaching over your shoulder, he grabs his own toothbrush and starts doing the same. His hair is slightly messy, with some of its waves cascading down his forehead rather than them being pushed back. He had also taken off his glasses, which made him appear slightly younger and less serious, at least to an extent. 

‘Enjoying the view?’ Harry jokes as he catches you staring at him through the mirror. ‘Why yes of course,’ you turn to face him, ‘mister Hart.’ He smiles down at you. ‘You don’t look too bad yourself my love.’ Leaning in, he tenderly kisses you, slowly becoming more passionate when you put your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. Pulling away, he puts his forehead to yours. ‘We should take this to the bedroom.’

The next morning you wake up relatively late, around eleven o’clock. Harry lay there with his arm around you, his pyjama shirt still open. Soft snores fill your ear, it was quite cute to see him sleeping so peacefully. He isn’t like this often, and it is quite the exception that you are awake before him, so you decide to enjoy the moment.  After a few minutes, you supposed that it’d be best to brew some tea before Harry woke up. So very carefully, you climbed out of his grip and silently walked into the kitchen. Putting the kettle on the stove, you start looking at the different teas you have. ‘English breakfast… Chamomile… Mint…’ Pondering and mumbling, you eventually choose a black tea and put in some fresh lemon slices. As the kettle boils, you are putting some yoghurt, granola, and fresh berries into two bowls. Two arms suddenly wrap themselves around your waist. ‘Morning love.’ Harry’s deep voice greets you before he leans down to kiss you on your cheek. ‘Morning dear.’ You turn and meet his lips.  ‘Want to go for a run later?’ You suggest as you put your breakfast and cups of tea onto the dinner table. He shakes his head before taking a sip of his tea. ‘I was rather hoping we could go to a museum, I was thinking of Tate Britain?’ You smile, ‘That sounds lovely.’ ‘We can go out for dinner after,’ a familiar smirk creeps onto his face, ‘I may or may not have pulled some strings and gotten a table at Nobu.’ He was definitely planning something, so you decide to agree without prying much more.  It became much more apparent that he was planning something after he had picked out an outfit for you, which very much complimented what he would be wearing. While it was somewhat casual for Harry’s standards, many would believe it to still be quite formal. Black slacks, a perfectly ironed white shirt, a light-grey knitted jumper, and of course, oxfords, not brogues. As it was still somewhat frigid, especially in the evening, he decided to wear a black overcoat.

After a short walk to Tate Britain, the two of you strolled around the museum for hours, admiring the many pieces of art which were being displayed. He would make comments on the techniques which were used to paint certain well-known pieces, his knowledge ranging from historic to modern art. Offering his arm, he eventually leads you to John Everett Millais’ painting Ophelia. It is a beautifully detailed painting, displaying the character as it is described in Shakespeare’s play, Hamlet. The two of you had originally found a connection through your love of literature, Shakespeare being one of the first authors which came up in your initial conversations. ‘It is quite beautiful, is it not?’ He whispers in your ear. ‘It is,’ you slowly nod, ‘must’ve been quite the undertaking to add all the details which were mentioned in the Scottish play.’ ‘That, I agree with dearest.’ He chuckles. After walking through the remaining parts of the museum, it is already quite late, so you decide to take a cab to the restaurant Harry had reserved a table at. After ordering a bottle of wine and your food, the two of you enjoy quite a relaxed conversation about his business trip and what you had been up to. The dinner itself was phenomenal, the wine complimenting it, bringing out its flavours and umami. You decided to share dessert before walking back to his place, as it was closer. As you pass through Hyde park, he suddenly halts and points at the stars, which are remarkably visible. Quietly, he describes to you which stars form the different star signs, Orion, Sirius, and more.  A couple of minutes pass in silence before you feel him shift next to you. When you turn to face him, he is kneeling. ‘My love,’ he starts, ‘these past three years have been the happiest of my life.’ Pulling out a small box and opening it, he reveals a beautiful ring. ‘Will you do me the honour of spending the rest of your life with me?’ Words escape you. While you had expected him to surprise you in some way, this was outside of the scope you’d expected. Slowly, you nod, some tears escaping your eyes. ‘Yes, Harry. I do.’ ‘My love,’ He stands up, cups your face in both your hands and kisses you passionately, before putting the ring on your finger, ‘please don’t cry.’ As you look in his eyes, he himself seems moved, but something else in his eyes is unreadable to you. The rest of that night was a bit of a blur. Harry told you that he’d gone to your father and asked for your hand in marriage not too long before his latest business trip, who in turn, had agreed. He admitted that he’d been looking at rings for quite a while before that, however, because he is the gentleman he is, he thought it necessary for him to follow tradition. After a couple of weeks, the two of you decide to start living together full-time at Harry’s place, as it’d be easier to see one another on an almost daily basis that way. 

Two months after your engagement to Harry, your parents come over for dinner, as it had been a while since you had last seen them. Your mother is over the moon about the engagement and has insisted that you and Harry should marry in Italy, where you had spent most of your summers as a child. If it were up to her, the wedding would already be taking place this very summer, but because of the perfectionist your fiance is, you have decided to plan for spring of the following year. ‘So Harry, how has your work been lately?’ Your father enquires before taking a sip of his red wine. ‘It’s been busy, but I’m happy to have my lovely fiance to support me.’ Harry says as he squeezes your thigh and smiles at you. Your father doesn’t seem too convinced, however, and lets out a snort. ‘I’m sure you have been busy,’ he slowly leans forward and whispers, ‘busy blowing up my men and warehouses, perhaps?’ After sliding  a few pictures across the table, he leans back again. It was quite clear that it was Harry, the security cameras your father had installed recently in his warehouses after finding multiple men dead and the building in shambles, had captured a video of him. The second picture was Harry holding a gun and clearly shooting one of your father’s men, Antinio. You had rather liked Antonio growing up and had felt awful after his death. You turn to him after staring at the picture for what felt like an eternity.

‘What’s the meaning of this Harry?’

He swallows. ‘It is none of your concern, love.’ You stand up. ‘Yes it is,’ your voice wavering slightly, ‘Harry Hart, you are going to explain to me what you were doing shooting up my father’s people and business.’ ‘Please sit back down, dear.’ He doesn’t dare look at you. ‘Harry.’ You say sternly and he finally looks at you, the guilt in his eyes quite clear. ‘Please, I can’t, you kno-.’ He almost begs you, but it’s interrupted by the sound of a gun being loaded. You turn and look at your father pointing it at your fiance. ‘I expect you to be honest now Harry, or should I say agent Galahad?’ Harry sits deadly still, all the emotion he had shown you completely wiped off his face. Slowly, he stands up, his hands slightly up and clearly visible for your father to see. ‘You have flown too close to the sun agent; and you’re going to pay for deceiving my child.’ Your father’s voice rising to an almost screaming level. ‘Father please! Don’t hurt him!’ You scream back. ‘Can’t you see that he has used you?! The only reason he ever got together with you is to get to me! Isn’t that right?!’ You turn to Harry. ‘Tell me it isn’t true Harry.’ He doesn’t answer. ‘TELL ME!’ Tears stream down your face as he looks at you without a hit of emotion. ‘We can discuss this later, dear.’ He states before turning back to your father, whose gun was clearly shaking as a result of his anger. ‘No, you’re going to be honest, Hart, if that’s even your name.’ He motions Harry to walk around the table and stand in opposite of him, your mother shifting to stand next to your father.  Your fiance didn’t seem to be phased by the situation in the slightest while your father looks like he is about to pull the trigger. Before he can, though, Harry suddenly and swiftly kicks the gun out of his hands, with it flying across the room. Pulling out his own gun, he doesn’t hesitate to shoot your father through the head. ‘DAD! NO!!’ Before you are able to move, he does the same to your mother, who had been relatively quiet throughout the argument. ‘Mo-mo-MOM?!’ You run and fall to the ground, trying to do anything to help them. Blood covers your hands and feet as tears continue to stream down your face. ‘Ha-.’ Swallowing, you try again. ‘Ha-Harry, wh-why…’ Your hands are shaking violently as you search for anything to grab onto. ‘Wa-was it- was it all fake?’ Grabbing your father’s gun you point it at him. He doesn’t look at you. ‘HARRY, LOOK AT ME!’ He turns, taking off his glasses and putting them onto the dinner table, the once white tablecloth now splattered with blood; tainted. Crouching down, he grabs your face and kisses you before pulling you into a hug, the gun you’re holding hitting his chest. ‘You may shoot now, my love.’ Is all he whispers into your ear.

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Part 2

[mochiguksblog]

Be a good girl.

(Toji x Reader, soft dom, established relationship)

Toji and you have been in a relationship for a year now. You love him as much as he loves you. Lately, Toji has been busy due to his work and couldn't pay attention at you.

You're worried. You miss his voice. His touch. You miss him.

You've decided to talk about it since you both will be hanging out at his place tonight. You're firm about it and decided not to get emotional. You decided to wear a casual red dress and head out. By now, you arrive at his apartment and ring the bell. You close your eyes and tell yourself "It's okay, we're gonna talk this out" and hear the door open. You see Toji shirtless and grey sweatpants. Yum.

Your eyes meet. His eyes trail your body and he looks into your eyes again.

"I'm glad you're early, I am starving"

Toji whispers in your ear as he leans in to hug you.

I guess he has other plans tonight.

You follow him as you enter the apartment. You are familiar with it since you've been here a few times. But today, you're nervous. You feel butterflies in your stomach and your breath won't calm down.

He asked you to take a seat on the couch, as he heads towards the kitchen.

Meanwhile, you're a mess. already. The interaction at the door has made your mind foggy and all you can think is what did he mean by that. I am starving.

"Fuck" you say with a low voice, as you think about it.

Toji arrives with wine glasses and he hands one to you. He takes a sip of wine as he sits beside you. You start to feel nervous again. Today feels different. Maybe because you're seeing him after a long time. But it is enough to make you scream internally and summersault in your stomach.

You take a sip of wine and look at him, "Hi. I missed you."

As these words leave your mouth, a storm of feelings rush in. You remember what you came here for. He keeps the glass on the table and looks at you. He takes a minute to read the expression on your face and then moves forward to cup your face with his hand.

" I missed you more, baby"

"You have no idea how much I missed you. I kept thinking about you and the things I wanted to do to you. With you."

He rubs his thumb against your cheeks, caressing as if he's apologizing for being busy all this time. You look into his eyes and see how much he cares about you. He really missed you.

He continues,

Your breath hitches as you hear him say that. You smile. Act normal. You already feel yourself clench at his words.

" I'm happy you showed up today. I have special plans for us tonight.

I bet you'll enjoy" He smirks.

"What plans?" You ask knowing very well how dirty your thoughts might get.

" You'll know now " he takes the glass from your hand and keeps it on the table.

He holds your hand and pulls you towards him. You get excited. He leans in for a kiss, but your lips don't touch. Yet. Soon you realise, he's teasing you. He smiles and says

" I like seeing you needy for me. I love it."

Toji pulls you on his lap. You're now above him and he's holding your waist.

" How about you call me daddy princess?"

You're blushing red by his words. You feel yourself getting wet.

"Daddy"

"Daddy" you whisper and he surprises you by biting your lip.

"Loud and clear" he looks desperate now. He wants you to say it desperately.

He kisses your forehead and whispers,

you say much louder this time. You're shy and bury your face in his chest.

" Aw, my sweet lil baby" he says stroking your hair.

"Now, Be a good girl for daddy."

[chenziee]

AKA Obligatory everybody is alive and nothing hurts, attempt #254666

This piece is a "Pick one" commission from the_rin on AO3! Thank you so much again for commissioning me and for your endless patience while I struggled with this creature that decided to run away from me 🤍🙏

One day, I might be able to actually write this story in Luffy's POV (which is what it was originally supposed to be both four years ago when I first had the idea and now.. but I still don't have enough skill and confidence to successfully make it ☠️

So for now, please enjoy Nami's slowly losing it while chaos rules over Sabaody 🍊

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3D2Y

As Nami climbed up onto the Sunny’s deck for the first time in two years, with a wide smile on her lips and arms full of shopping bags, she could barely contain her excitement. After all, it now finally felt like time was moving again after the crew’s separation.

When she had gotten the news of the war while on Weatheria, it was like a punch in the gut. She had seen the photos of the state both Luffy and Ace were in before their escape—both with terrible burn scars on their chests with blood all over their faces, looking on the brink of death. The following days were nothing short of a high-speed nightmare filled with nothing but worry, fear, and the need to be by Luffy’s side with no way to get to him.

She trusted that Luffy would make it… but there was no real guarantee he would. Or that Ace would.

Nami didn’t dare imagine how Luffy would feel if he had lost his brother. While completely alone, with no one from the crew by his side… Her heart nearly broke at the mere thought of it.

So, when the news of Luffy’s escapade at Marineford reached her a few weeks later, seeing the message he had for his crew, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. She knew what Luffy was trying to say. She understood. And she knew that she, too, could get stronger.

With Weatheria’s science, she was sure she could become a navigator capable of getting Luffy wherever he damn well wanted.

And she was confident that now, two years later, she was more than able to do that.

Even though she imagined that Luffy was going to come up with the stupidest, most dangerous places to sail to…

But, that was a battle she would fight when they got there; for now, she was just beyond excited to see everyone!

By the time she had arrived on Sabaody a few days ago, only Franky and Zoro were already there—one of which was definitely hopelessly lost and possibly half-way to Fishman Island by that point—but now… Now it all felt so much more real.

Usopp and Chopper were with her—or had been before they ran off to rave over Franky—, Shakky said that Brook and Sanji were somewhere on the archipelago, and now, even Robin was on the ship already, waiting for Nami to climb up the ladder.

They were only missing Luffy now, but that was just a matter of time.

Honestly, their biggest problem at this point was finding Zoro and dragging his directionally challenged ass back here.

“Nami! I’m so happy to see you!” Robin said, pulling Nami into a hug as soon as she found her balance on the jelly-like coating under her feet.

Nami laughed easily, returning the gesture. “Same to you! You look amazing!” she complimented the archeologist, sighing in content at the familiar warmth of her friend’s presence.

That is, at least, until a high-pitched scream resounded around the deck, startling Nami and making her jump.

“Hair comes out?!”

“Awesome!!”

“Can you make any hairstyle you want?!”

Heaving a deep sigh, Nami shook her head. “I can’t believe Franky’s body got even more ridiculous. What even is going on over there?”

“Who knows?” Robin chuckled “Looks like the boys like it though.”

“Such a bulky body seems so inconvenient. I don’t get it,” another woman piped up.

“Right?” Nami agreed with a huff. “I mean, what’s with those shoulders—”

Suddenly, Nami stopped talking. Blinking a few times, she tried to figure out what it was that suddenly felt so off… but then, she whipped around in the direction of the last voice—a distinctly unfamiliar voice.

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[youchangedmedestiel]

Since it's kinda Castiel's 16th birthday today, you might want to read this fic I wrote last year to celebrate Castiel's 15th birthday.

It's established relationship, fluff and smut. Cas and Dean wake up in their bed together on the morning, remembering the day they met and what happened. Then they decides to celebrate this together, as they should.

[haneichan]

ෆ {SMAU} : |𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆♡|late night texts just hours after their date

ෆ {Ship} : GojoHime, GoUta

ෆ {Characters}: Gojo Satoru, Iori Utahime

— (Haneichan)yuhimee

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[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 20: I’m Fine

Since her birthday, Hyeri hadn’t talked to Yoongi at all. He sends her updates about his day and how he’s been feeling, and as promised she reads every message feeling happy that he seems to be doing better despite their no communication arrangement.

Though she doesn’t respond to him directly, she keeps their shared calendar updated so he always knows her schedule. Yoongi appreciates that because he can still do sweet things for her like sending her breakfast and a rainbow scarf to wish her luck on her big audition. The gift is very well received as Hyeri had been increasingly nervous leading up to her audition. Now she has an extra boost of confidence thanks to Yoongi.

As time passes Yoongi has been reading and writing music. With everything he needs being provided for him, he’s even experimented with new foods that he hasn’t used much while cooking. He even made himself a pizza completely from scratch which turned out to be a bit messy but it came out well in the end.

Therapy sessions are going better. There’s still much for him to work on, but he’s doing well and Minho has even told him how he feels it may not be much longer that he’ll have to stay in his temporary treatment home. Going back home would bring back many of the challenges and temptations Yoongi had faced before, so Minho wants to be sure Yoongi won’t be overwhelmed and potentially fall back into his old habits, but he’s confident in Yoongi’s progress.

It’s nearing two months since Yoongi has been away and sober. Two months that the rest of the world hasn’t had a single idea where he was, although fans have trended a few tags here and there saying they miss him. He’s still limiting his time on socials so he took to Weverse to post an old photo and wish Jimin a happy birthday. He sent a text to Jimin, and previously Jungkook and Namjoon wishing them happy birthday, but he realized how much the fans were starting to question his absence. His short and sweet Weverse post was mainly to quell the worries of Army who’ve been wondering where he’s been.

His method worked and before he knew it he had a ton of comments on his post of everyone expressing love to him and joy that he’s shown signs of life after a while. Reading through the comments reminds him how much he loves and misses Army. It brings a big smile to his face. He can’t wait to go back home and see them again.

After about 15 minutes he finally pulls himself away from his phone and begins reading a book he recently started. He plays a rain asmr on his phone and makes himself comfortable in a chair facing the window with the beautiful view of the landscape outside before him. He opens the book and loses himself in it.

It’s easy for him to read for hours at a time when things are this peaceful. The asmr sounds always set the mood right. Except when he gets a text that cuts through the sound when his phone rings. He ignores it and continues reading. His phone rings again. He continues to ignore it. A few minutes pass and he gets another text. He assumes it’s the guys sending messages in their group chat so he continues to read his book for now and he’ll check the messages when he finishes the chapter he’s on. Seems he can’t finish the chapter though because his phone rings again and he finally gives in and looks at his phone.

The texts weren’t from the guys at all, they were from various other people. All people that don’t know that he’s been going through rehab the past two months. Usually that means something has happened which he assumes has to do with his Weverse post, but nothing about that could cause such a commotion. Then he actually reads the messages.

“Is she ok?”

“What happened?”

“Let me know how she’s doing.”

“Are you holding up ok?”

All of these messages have Yoongi both confused and anxious. He does a simple search of Hyeri’s name and he instantly sees it.

ACTRESS RAINBOW RUSHED TO HOSPITAL AFTER BEING FOUND UNCONSCIOUS AT HOME

“What?!” Yoongi shouts feeling his heart beating out of his chest.

He quickly calls Hyeri and gets no answer. He calls Namjoon hoping he knows something but he gets no answer from him either. He isn’t sure who else he can call for information without having to explain why he’s not at home and doesn’t know what’s going on himself. He tries calling her again and still gets no answer. He’s out of his seat and now rapidly pacing the floor as fast as his legs will move.

He doesn’t know what to do or think. He’s considering calling a manager to take him back home. His anxiety is growing with each passing second. He needs to be by her side. He’s a 5 hour drive away but he’ll make that trip on foot if he has to. He calls Hyeri a third time but still no answer so he leaves a desperate voicemail.

“Hyeri please answer,” he says frantically. “Let me know what’s going on. Let me know you’re ok. I don’t care what time it is just call me as soon as you can. I love you. Please call me back.” His voice cracks at his last sentence as he hangs up and begins to cry into his hands.

Not being by her side after her car accident had been a constant source of guilt for Yoongi. Though he was on tour, he still blames himself for not being by her side. Now he’s facing that fear again and it’s got him down on his knees. It feels worse this time because he still knew that she was ok after her accident. Right now he doesn’t even know if she’s alive or not and it’s got him going through a range of emotions.

Every passing moment feels like an eternity. It’s only an hour later that his phone rings and he quickly answers the incoming call from Namjoon.

“Do you know anything?” Yoongi asks the moment he picks up. “Please tell me she’s ok.”

“Hyung,” Namjoon says softly. “She’ll be ok.”

“Are you sure? How do you know? Did you talk to her?”

“I talked to her manager. He wouldn’t go into details, but she’s being treated and she’ll be ok. I know you’re worried and I wish I had more to tell you, but I’m sure she’ll reach out to you as soon as she can.”

“Namjoon, I’m dying over here,” Yoongi exasperates. “Does she have a hospital room? Can I call her? She hasn’t answered her phone, I just need to know she’s ok.”

“I don’t know any more than that,” Namjoon says sadly. “But she’s alive. Hold on to that until you hear from her.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to make it,” Yoongi confesses. “I still hate that I wasn’t with her after her car accident. What am I supposed to do all the way over here, Namjoon?”

“You have to stop blaming yourself, hyung,�� Namjoon says in his usual caring but direct tone. “She’s forgiven you, you need to forgive yourself.”

Yoongi knows that. He’s heard it so much from Minho that it almost makes him roll his eyes at Namjoon’s words. But he knows he’s right. He’s been trying to, but for some reason finding grace for himself is difficult. He’s forgiven himself for many things he’s done, but he’s been having the hardest time forgiving himself for cheating on her and for not being there to support her after her accident.

For most of the day Yoongi continues to struggle with not knowing what’s going on and forgiving himself. Talking to Namjoon helped, but he’s still battling internally and it’s difficult. So he finally does something he hasn’t done in a while. Something he didn’t even realize until it was brought up. He reached out for help before anyone told him he needed to.

Yoongi hasn’t had an appetite and by dinner time he can’t manage to get himself to eat anything. He starts to feel overwhelmed in the way that would usually send him reaching for the bottle. But instead of looking for something to drink, he called Minho.

Yoongi explained what was going on and expressed how he felt helpless and guilty, amongst other things. Minho helped him through what he’s feeling and talked to him about methods to handle the fear of not knowing. They spoke for an hour before Minho told Yoongi that he was proud of him.

“Why?” Yoongi asks confused. To him he’s been a complete mess, what would have Minho proud of him in this moment?

“You’ve told me about a lot of moments just in the past two months that have been difficult for you, but this is the first time you’ve reached out on your own to seek help,” Minho says. “You’ve come a long way from trying to deal with things alone. That’s why I’m proud of you.”

Yoongi isn’t sure how to respond. That’s not something he had thought about at all. It does make him feel a bit good to hear that from Minho though. He holds on to that feeling as long as he can because it’s the only thing getting him through the night.

He can’t sleep. He can’t eat. He doesn’t want to watch or listen to anything. He can only lay on the living room floor staring at the ceiling in the same position he was in when his call with Minho ended. It’s agonizing and it’s well past 2 am. and he’s sinking further into insanity.

Then the silence is broken by the sound of his phone ringing.

“Hyeri?” He answers frantically.

“Yoongi? You’re awake?” Hyeri’s hoarse voice hums through the phone.

“Hyeri, baby, you’re ok? What happened?” He didn’t even look to see who was calling but the moment he heard her voice he jumped to his feet fueled by pure adrenaline.

“I’m ok,” she says slowly. “I wanted to call you sooner but I couldn’t.”

“What happened?” He asks again clutching at his wildly beating heart.

“I guess I’m allergic to something in my new multivitamin,” she chuckles lightly.

“What?” Yoongi asks feeling slightly relieved that she’s able to squeak out a reassuring chuckle, but still very anxious.

“I decided to try out a new vitamin, but I’m allergic to something in it. I just had a really bad reaction, I’m ok.”

“They said you were unconscious,” he pouts.

“I was able to call my manager. I don’t really know what happened after I called him, I’m just lucky he got to me fast. When I woke up I was in the hospital.”

“So you’re ok?” He asks still not convinced. “How do you feel right now?”

“My throat is sore, but other than that I’m ok.”

“Are you really?”

“No,” she chuckles. “I’m covered in hives and hooked up to all kinds of machines and shit. Also my head hurts because I guess I bumped it on something when I passed out. And worst of all, I miss you.”

“I miss you too. So so much. I almost ran all the way there to see you.”

“Don’t do that,” she laughs. “They’re taking care of me. I’ll probably be here another day or two so you don’t have to worry. I’m in good hands.”

“I believe you,” he smiles with relief. “I know I can trust you when you tell me you’re fine. I heard about this through an article that only said you were taken to the hospital after you were found unconscious. I’ve been anxious all day.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“No, you don’t have to be sorry,” he says lightly. “I’m just telling you how my day went,” he chuckles. “I’m just really happy to know you’re ok.”

“Good. I was worried about you when I heard the voicemail you left me. I’m happy you answered. It’s just really good to hear your voice.”

“After this day you have no idea how good it is to hear you and……all of the shit I can hear beeping around you,” he jokes.

“If you want me to unplug the stuff-“

“No!” He answers quickly.

“I’m kidding,” she chuckles through her hoarse throat.

“You can’t play with me like that,” he jokes. “So what happens now?”

“I’m not sure. They want to do a couple of allergy tests to try pinpointing the exact thing I’m allergic to.”

“And you think it was in your multivitamin?”

“Yeah, right after I took it everything went bad. It’s a new brand that I got as a gift. I guess I won’t be posting that one on my insta,” she laughs.

Hearing her laugh through the phone makes Yoongi feel a million times better. He’s still worried about her, he always will be, but this time he feels different than he has before. She’s told him everything that happened and what’s to happen next. There’s nothing more he can do, and no matter how bad he wants to be next to her right now, it won’t change anything.

They talk for another hour relishing in the sound of each other’s voices. Hyeri is happy that the conversation didn’t turn out like the one after her premiere. Yoongi didn’t press her or make her feel like he doesn’t trust that she’s ok. That makes her feel better. She feels even more relieved when he tells her about his talk with Minho and how his sessions have been going in general.

Yoongi hasn’t always had a hard time expressing what’s on his mind. For the most part Hyeri never had to guess what he was going through. He’s already been through a lot in his life and had a previous round of therapy to address his mental health and other issues. The difference now is that he’s in love. Hyeri has brought out a part of him that he had never known before. He quickly found himself wanting to protect her at all costs. Even a minor paper cut would have him ready to fight. This love is a new feeling and he found himself sinking into bad habits, some old and some new.

Yoongi started to believe that he would never find that type of love, but then he did and for whatever reason he felt like he’s only lucky to have Hyeri, but anyone else could easily sweep her off of her feet and take her away from him. On stage and in the studio he feels confident and invincible. With Hyeri he feels tiny and less than worthy. He started having big reactions to not so big things. It all finally boiled over during their tour and by then Yoongi felt too powerless to stop the downward spiral. He hated himself for getting to that point and wanted her to hate him too.

He may still need to work on forgiving himself, but he’ll never take for granted how much she’s forgiven him.

[mothballmilkshake]

New chapter of Stolen Moments - Technical Difficulties: Please Stand By!

My RadioApple/AppleRadio long series, here you are - sorry for the break!

[imfinereallyy]

Father Figures, pt. 2

I swear it was a one-shot. But then my hand slipped and "oh oops there's Wayne". You can access part 1 here. This is rated m btw. The full version will be available on ao3 (my first time posting on there...) which is linked here. Anyway, enjoy :)

The first time Wayne Allen Munson meets Steve Harrington is in a hospital room. Sure, he has seen and heard about the kid in passing. It was hard not to in a town like Hawkins. With the kind of money his old man has and the pretty face his mother parades around, the Harringtons become a sort of household name. Especially in Wayne's household.

See, Wayne may not be much of a talker, but his nephew sure is. Especially when he gets angry about something. And boy did Steve Harrington make his Eddie mad. During Eddie's first time around with Senior Year, Steve's name comes out of that boy's mouth so often that if not for that tone of his, he would have thought the kid had a crush on him.

Actually, Wayne regretfully asks at one point if he does have a crush. Wayne finds out pretty quickly that Eddie doesn't, which isn't the problem nor why he regrets asking. The problem is apparently at that very moment in time, Eddie hasn't exactly come out to Wayne. The boy shakes so much that Wayne is afraid that Eddie might cause an earthquake. Wayne has to calm Eddie down and explain very carefully he doesn't care, he's his kid no matter what. Eddie cries, and asks "Dad, what made you think to just casually bring that up?"

Wayne shrugs and simply says "Didn't think it was a secret."

Eddie lets out a wet laugh. Wayne doesn't mention how it's the first time since Eddie showed up on his doorstep that he calls him Dad.

His heart swells.

So, with absolutely no crush in sight god Wayne he's an asshole, Steve's name is brought up quite often.

"Steve Harrington just parades himself around like he's a king."

"Steve Harrington just stands there while Tommy continues to be a piece of shit. Worse, he acts like he's bored."

"Girls just hang off of Harrington, he's even got Nancy Wheeler on his arm now. What a prick, thought she was smarter than that."

"Looks like Harrington got the shit kicked out of him by Byer's. You gotta love Karma sometimes."

Wayne watches Eddie frown at the last one before saying, "Kinda gotta back Steve up on the pictures though. That was creepy."

Eddie shakes his head then continues to rant "But smashing his camera? Dick move. Doesn't understand what it's like to be poor."

Wayne is still not completely convinced it's not a crush.

Wayne Allen Munson seems to know all about Steve Harrington before he actually has the chance to meet him. None of which he has learned makes Steve seem all that good.

Imagine Wayne's surprise when he finds the Harrington boy next to his son's hospital bed.

"What're you doin' here?" Wayne asks, startling Steve from his chair. Wayne watches as he hops up from the ground, straightening himself out.

"Sorry sir, I was just uh, keeping him company. The kid's families won't let them out of their sight and Dustin wanted him to have a familiar face with him if, sorry when he wakes up. Because we weren't sure we were allowed to grab you yet. So I volunteered to stay with him, seeing as I don't have a job anymore, and well I sort of feel responsible for Eddie now. And, god I am hanging out with Robin too much because I am rambling. Sorry, Sir. "

Wayne raises an eyebrow at him. He has seen Steve around town before, hard not to in a small place like Hawkins. Eddie points him out once, scoffing at his perfect hair and holier-than-thou attitude. Wayne originally is prepared to yell at him. The sight of a boy who looks very much like the very ones who hunted his Eddie down just a few days ago ignites something protective within him. Hearing this boy ramble though, flustered and making himself hopelessly small in front of Wayne, makes him hesitate.

"Boy, I don't know half-em names you're sayin' right now. I do recognize that kid Dustin though, ya know him?"

Steve nods his head up and down, "He's like my brother sir. Our brother." He looks down towards Eddie's bed.

Wayne avoids looking at his boy and chooses to look directly at Steve. "Well, he's a good kid. Came to me when Ed was missing, at the school. Told me he was a hero, and that he'll be missed. Guess now it was probably cause he wasn't sure if he was gonna make it and didn't want to get my hopes up. Don't know what made him change his mind either when he found me again today, told me they had him here."

Steve's face softens as Wayne talks about Dustin. Wayne pushes on, "If that kid trusts you, I don't got a reason not to trust you either. Well, until Eds here wakes up at least. He can tell me otherwise."

"Okay, Sir." Steve makes his way to move around Wayne and leave. Wayne grabs him by the wrist to stop him, and Steve flinches. Wayne decides to file that away for later and lets him go.

"No need to leave kid. And stop calling me sir. I'm not your old man. "

Steve's lips lift a little bit like Wayne just brought up an inside joke he isn't a part of. "Okay, sir—I mean Wayne. Okay, Wayne."

Steve and Wayne sit side by side next to Eddie. It's then Wayne finally looks down at his kid. He can't help but the rush of tears that come up at the sight of him. He is paler than usual, curls flat and dirty, tubes coming out of every part of him.

"My boy." He chokes.

Steve thankfully stays silent as Wayne weeps. They sit for a while in silence before Wayne asks, "You gonna tell me what happened?"

Steve, who Wayne doesn't point out has bloodshot eyes, says "You going to believe me?"

Wayne simply returns "I'm willing to try."

So Steve tells him. Tells him everything that has happened over the last week. Tells him of monsters and other worlds. How it isn't the first time, how it is hopefully the last. How scary it is for them. How Eddie is stupid but incredibly brave. How Eddie barely makes it. How Steve will be the first to yell at him when he wakes up.

Wayne listens carefully through the whole thing and can't help but think of how fond Steve sounds when Eddie's name comes up. This isn't the boy Eddie once spoke of. Albeit, it has been a long time since Eddie's spoken his name. Wayne isn't used to tigers changing their stripes though. It's a pleasant surprise he doesn't comment on.

Wayne rubs his thumb across Eddie's hand. "How did he get out? If he was practically dead?"

"Oh, I carried him Sir."

Wayne's head snaps to Steve. "What?"

Steve shrinks a bit, "Sorry I mean Wayne. Sorry I didn't mean to disrepe—"

Wayne cuts him off, "Dammit kid, I'm not mad at that. I'm not mad at all. It's just—you saved him. You carried him out of what I can only understand is what I think hell is, and you didn't think to mention that when I first saw you?" Wayne looks at Steve for a moment. Really looks at him. He's in clean jeans and a polo, but that's where his old persona ends. When Wayne looks at him closely, he can see the dark bags under his eyes, the purple bruising all over his body, and the angry red scar around his neck. Steve looks exhausted, physically and emotionally. Steve looks like a boy, desperately trying to be a man. He looks like a soldier after war.

"It's not a big deal. I did what anyone else would do."

Wayne shakes his head. "Steve. That's just the thing, I'm pretty sure no one else woulda done that. And even if they would, it doesn't make what you did any less important. So, thank you."

Steve's eyes mist a bit when Wayne says "it doesn't make what you did any less important." He looks away from Wayne and just nods.

"Okay?"

"Okay, Sir. Okay, Wayne."

---

When Eddie wakes a few days later, after a night of breathing on his own without the tubes, he interrupts Steve and Wayne's conversation on the Chicago Cubs, and says "Dad?"

Wayne is up in an instant, crowding his boy's face. "Oh, Eds. I am so glad yer alright. You scared me."

"Mmm sorry," Eddie mumbles nuzzling Wayne's chest. He then looks up towards Steve, who is watching the interaction between the two men. "Harrington?"

Steve leans forward on his elbows, and chokes out "I told you not to be cute."

Eddie giggles, his tears reflecting Steve's "Sorry big boy, can't help what you're born with."

Steve looks up at the ceiling with a wet laugh. It eventually turns into a deep sob. The only other time Wayne witnesses Steve break like this over the past few days is when he's reunited with Hopper. "You shithead, you're not allowed to be funny right now. Don't. Don't do that again. Okay? You really scared us." Wayne can hear Steve's unspoken you really scared me.

Eddie's tears are rushing down his face now. "I'm sorry Steve. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. Just—next time, don't let there be a next time. Okay?" Steve's not making much sense to Wayne as he leans his head on Eddie's bed face down.

Eddie seems to get it though. He hesitantly strokes Steve's head with his fingers. "Okay, Stevie. I promise. Now, get some sleep. It's your turn, I've had enough."

Steve's shoulders sag as he gives in. Wayne shares a look with Eddie, and Wayne knows right there they have the same thought.

They've collected another stray.

———

When Eddie is home, Steve becomes a regular occurrence in their newly acquired government-funded house. He helps a lot the first month especially. Takes Eddie and the Mayfield girl to and from physical therapy. Cooks dinner on the nights Wayne works (which is most nights) and makes sure to have leftovers specifically labeled for Wayne. Keeps both Wayne and Eddie company when one of their stress becomes too much for the other. Steve's even there on the nights the nightmares get bad. Spends his time on the couch until Eddie wakes up screaming, and calms him back to sleep so Wayne doesn't worry about him at work. Or so Wayne can get a full night when he's off.

Steve's there so often enough, that when one night he isn't, Wayne's concerned.

"You're going to pace a hole into the floor boy." Wayne looks at Eddie in their living room from the couch. Wayne doesn't tell Eddie he's concerned too. Doesn't think it would help much.

"I'm sure he's just held up, or got plans Eds. Not like he was plannin' on coming here tonight."

Eddie stops and faces Wayne, biting his thumbnail instead. "Sure we didn't have plans. But Steve's been here every day for the past month Wayne. And when he hasn't he's called. I haven't heard from him in like 22 hours—" Wayne doesn't point out that Eddie did the actual math "—and that's weird. He doesn't do that. We don't do that."

Eddie's anxiety starts to seep into Wayne's. He can't help but think of the worst-case scenario. Car accident. A run-in with that Andy kid. His mind even jumps to when Eddie was in the hospital, and his stomach sinks. Wayne can't help it, he has grown attached to Steve.

"Why don't we call some of yer friends, yeah? Maybe they've seen your boy."

Eddie is so incredibly distressed and doesn't even rebuke Wayne calling Steve his like he usually does. "Yeah okay, good idea."

As Eddie reaches for the phone though, there is a light knock on the door. Eddie rushes to answer it.

"Steve thank god I was wondering—Oh my god sweetheart what happened?" Eddie drags Steve in and places him on the couch. It's then that Wayne sees him.

There on Steve's jaw, is a bruise the size of Indiana. Steve's eye is swollen, and he is breathing heavily while clutching his ribs. Wayne remains frozen and Eddie frets over Steve.

"Stevie, who did this? Where does it hurt? What can I do?"

"Eds I'm fine."

Eddie looks like he's about to yell but restrains himself. "You are most certainly not fine. Do not give me that look Harrington—"

"Oh I'm Harrington now."

"—Yes you are Harrington right now because only a Harrington would be this stubborn and ridiculous. Now tell me what happened and tell me what hurts."

Steve's resolve loosens slightly, and his head falls onto Eddie's shoulder. He lets out a painful whine, "My stomach. It—fuck—it hurts so bad Eds."

Eddie brushes his fingers through his hair and whispers to him gently. "It's okay baby, I got you."

Wayne realizes three things at once.

One, Wayne isn't sure Eddie has called Steve that before. He calls him names across the board. But baby isn't one of them. Wayne knows for a fact the two aren't together yet. They have been dancing along the line for a few weeks now. Wayne thinks about pushing the timeline along, but the boys don't seem to be there quite yet. This seems like a step in the right direction.

Two, in the past month and a half Wayne has gotten to know Steve, he realizes that the boy doesn't do well around older men. He flinches at every sudden movement Wayne makes, and won't even let him give him a pat on the back let alone a hug. Also in that time, Steve has barely gone home. Knows his parents didn't visit him at the hospital, but did come home two weeks later to make sure nothing is damaged from the earthquake. Assholes.

And three, Steve avoids the question as to what happened. Eddie seems to let it slide. Wayne doesn't give the same courtesy.

"Who did this?" Wayne says abruptly, startling Steve who seems to realize Wayne's presence only now.

"Wh-what?" Steve shakes.

"I'm not mad boy. But I'm not stupid. I know this ain't a what but a who. And I think we can both conclude who. But I'm going to ask you anyway. Who. Did. This?"

The last of Steve's resolve crumbles as Wayne puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. It is as if he hadn't known a gentle touch from a father before. Maybe he hasn't.

"My dad. He uh, we got into a fight last night. Found out how much time I was spending here, with Eddie, with the kids. He started saying how I was spending time with the wrong people. I tried to just nod and go upstairs because it was just easier to ignore him than fight him sometimes. Like what's he going to do right? He's only here a couple of days a year. But then he mentioned Robin and he called her a slur, and that said her kind was an abomination. And oh god I don't even know how he found that out Robs is going to be pissed she's been so careful—"

"Babe." Eddie squeezes Steve's hand.

"Right sorry, he just was going off about Robin. And it just set me off, I just lost it on him. How dare he talk about her that way? And I just told him that if he's got a problem with her, then he's got a problem with me too. And God Wayne, the silence that came after. It was like all the words had been sucked out of the room. Next thing I know he's grabbing me by the jaw and throwing me on the floor. And he just starts kicking me, screaming about how I am no son of his. I didn't know what to do. My mom just watched it all. I just laid there... I should have fought back—I—" Steve trails off trying to collect himself.

"When he was done he sent me to my room and told me to think about what I'm doing to this family. I just laid there all night and all day, just waiting for them to leave. I had to wait til they left for dinner tonight to get out. I can't—I can't go back there. Me and Robs were planning on moving in together next week, we made a deposit on this two-bedroom downtown, but I don't think I can spend another week there, and oh god, all my stuff is there. What have I done." Steve puts his head in his hands.

Eddie is crying with Steve by the end of it. Neither he nor Wayne comments on how Steve just came out to the both of them. It doesn't seem important at that moment. Wayne crouches down to eye level with Steve.

"You did nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong with you. You did what you had to do to survive, and even if you didn't it still wouldn't be your fault."

Wayne stands back to his full height. "Now, you can stay here until you and the bird girl have your place. Do not fight me on it. Anyway Steve, I know it's difficult right now. But I'm going to need you to let me know what you need from your house."

"What, why?"

Wayne just sighs, "I know you ain't stupid. Just tell me."

Steve seems hesitant but tells Wayne anyway.

He nods at both his boys when he speaks next. "You two stay put. I'll be back soon."

Steve and Eddie both look like they want to fight Wayne on it. Steve wants to stop him from leaving at all, and Eddie probably wants to stop him from going without him. They both smartly stay silent.

"Okay, Uncle Wayne."

"Okay, Wayne."

———

Later, Wayne comes back with three duffle bags and bruised knuckles.

Steve hugs him without a second thought.

———-

A few days pass and the three of them are in the kitchen when Eddie asks. "Did ya tell hop?"

Steve snorts in his coffee. "Hell no."

Wayne can't help his curiosity as he watches the both of them across the table.

"Steve, you have to tell Hop. He's going to find out anyway." Eddie pushes as he puts an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee.

"No I don't. He'll just flip out, there is no good reason to tell him."

Eddie puts his hands on his hips. It reminds Wayne of Steve the past couple of times he's seen him around the kids. "I can think of one good reason. He's practically your dad. And I'm pretty sure your Dad would want to know what your old man did to ya."

Wayne can't help but hum in agreement. He knows if Eddie's old man comes around, he wants to be the first to find out.

Steve looks at Wayne briefly before saying, "No he's not. He's just like that with everyone."

"No, he's not. With El? Yea, that's his daughter. Maybe even Will. But not with anyone else. Except you. Why do you think I'm afraid of him?"

Steve gives him a look, "Cause he's an ex-cop Eds."

"Please that doesn't scare me. Didn't scare me when he was an actual cop either."

Wayne isn't sure that's entirely true. He remembers a very specific incident of Eddie tripping over his laces to get away from Jim.

Eddie carries on, "No, he scares me 'cause he's your dad, and I know he'll hang me by my toenails if I so much as make you cry. So yea, I think you should let him know. Besides, we both know he's going to be way more pissed when he finds out from literally anyone else. And we both know he will because you told Robin, who definitely told Nancy, who probably told Joyce, and you can see where I am heading with this."

Steve throws his head back and groans. "He's going to full government name me when he finds out."

Eddie lets out a manic giggle, "Ooo, you never told me what your full name is. Now you gotta tell me, Stevie."

Steve gives Eddie an exasperated look, "It's Steven James Harrington."

It's now Eddie's turn to groan. "Of course, you have his name. Well, I guess it's better than Richard. Hop must love that. Was kinda hoping you had my name or something."

Wayne makes a mental note to talk to Jim himself. Knows Steve will avoid it. But Wayne's got to make sure someone is looking after Steve when he can't. Wayne's been meaning to thank the man anyway. For all his done for Eddie. And now, for all he's done for Steve.

"Want me to make you feel better Eds?" Steve says with a smirk.

"Please. I'm not sure if I can go on any further with the torture of knowledge that contains your middle name."

"Hopper's middle name is Edward."

The scream of joy Eddie lets out nearly punctures what's left of Wayne's hearing.

———

By midsummer, the boys are an item. They haven't said anything to Wayne but he can tell. One day, the boys come back from their friend's weekly dinner holding hands. So they didn't have to tell Wayne. Not really.

It is just that, Wayne has gotten to know Steve Harrington over the past few months. He has gotten to know him as "Friend Steve" and "Brother Steve", and even after one intense game night, "King Steve". Wayne has a feeling though that "Boyfriend Steve" is different. As much as he likes the boy, his kid comes first. Wayne feels he needs to give Steve a talk.

The problem is he can't really give him a talk if neither of them has really told him. He has made that mistake once with Eddie, assuming, he won't be making it again.

So Wayne waits. And waits. And waits. And just as he is thinking he might never get the verbal confirmation from the two, he gets the image clear as day of what the two are on a Tuesday when he gets to go home early from work.

It's just not in the way he expects or wants.

Wayne can't really blame the boys. They didn't know Wayne would be coming home early, it was a surprise to Wayne himself. So they probably didn't think that anyone would be coming around the Munson household on Tuesday at midnight.

That doesn't make the situation any less scarring.

See, Wayne Allen Munson wasn't a god-fearing man. He can't be with what his Eddie had been through. But he can't help but think this is some sort of cosmic punishment when he gets home and hears moaning.

Wayne stands there in the foyer as a loud, "Yes baby just like that" and "Oh god, harder" and even the unfortunate "You're so tight, it's like you were made for me."

Wayne thinks god might be laughing at him. Wayne can't really go upstairs and stop them. They are both adults and he feels that having an image of what they are doing would be substantially worse than the noises.

Wayne decides to put some earplugs in (which thankfully cut off the noise, since his age made him half deaf anyway), sat in his armchair, and waits it out.

About an hour later (jesus an hour later) Steve comes downstairs to the kitchen in only his boxers. He doesn't seem to notice Wayne. His head is in the freezer when Wayne decides to clear his throat loudly.

Steve slams his head in fright and whips around with an icepack in his hand. "Oh shit."

"Oh shit is right."

All the color drains from Steve's face. "How much did you hear?"

Wayne appreciates that Steve cuts right to the chase. "Enough." He knows he can explain to the boy that he didn't really hear that much, and the earplugs are firmly in his hands as evidence, but he decides to torture Steve.

Just a little bit, can't have him too comfortable.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Munson, I—"

Wayne cuts him off. "No need to apologize, just as long as you boys are being safe that's all I care about. No that ain't what I want to talk to you about."

Steve visibly swallows as he sits across the counter from Wayne. "What about then?"

"Look, I'm awfully happy for the two of you. It's about time you boys got your shit together—"

Steve lets out a small laugh at the comment. Wayne continues. "—but I need to make things clear with you Steve. You hurt my kid, I hurt you. Eds has been through a lot. Not just with the whole spring break situation. I mean his whole life. He bounced around from place to place until he landed on my doorstep. He's used to giving his all, and not getting much in return. Eddie loves with his whole chest, and he doesn't know how to do it any other way. You better make sure you're worthy of it because I am not sure anyone is...including me. You're pretty damn close though, I know it. I can see it. You're a good person. But that boy is my whole world. I know where to hide a body if need be."

Wayne expects Steve to cower in fear, but instead, he smiles softly at him. "Don't worry. I'll dig the grave myself. I'll try my best not to hurt him, sir. I can't promise much, but I can promise I'll love him every day without fail."

"You tell him that yet kid?"

Steve shakes his head, "No. I think soon though sir."

Wayne nods feeling satisfied. "Good, and enough of this sir crap I thought we've been over this."

"Okay, Wayne."

"Better. Now, who's the ice pack for? You or him, because I don't want to have to grab the shovel outta the shed tonight."

Steve's blush spreads from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. "Uuuh, for me sir. I mean Wayne."

"Good. Go grab my son for me now will ya?"

Steve stutters, "Wh-what? Why?"

"Just go grab 'em."

Steve runs upstairs and brings down a smug-looking Eddie. Wayne's sure Steve gave him the rundown of what he heard, and Eddie doesn't appear to be ashamed like Steve had the smarts to do.

Little shit.

"Sorry Wayne didn't know you were home. Was that what you wanted to talk about?"

Wayne looks from Steve to Eddie, before narrowing his eyes at the latter. "Nope. It's your turn."

"My turn?" Eddie's confident face turns confused while Steve's flashes surprise.

"Yea kid your turn." Wayne contemplates for a second what to say, but knows in the end that Eddie will get the message loud and clear from one sentence alone.

"You hurt him—" Wayne turns to point at Steve, before facing Eddie again "—I hurt you. Got it?"

All the color drains from Eddie's face. That's the reaction he is looking for.

"Got it." Eddie grabs Steve's hand to make his way back upstairs. Before they are completely out of sight, Steve catches Wayne's eye. The boy looks softer than he did before. He looks like he wants to say something but settles on,

"Goodnight Wayne."

"Goodnight Steve."

———

Steve doesn't ask Wayne about that night until months later in October. Wayne is on the couch with a beer when Steve walks in (he has the key Eddie gave him in September). "Eddie's not here right now. Think he's running late with band practice."

"Oh I'm sorry. I can come back later." Steve stands awkwardly in the doorway.

"Don't be silly come sit. I'm just watching the game. It's no cubs considering they didn't make it far, but it's still a good game."

Steve nods and makes himself comfortable on the couch. Since spring break, Wayne and Steve have built a friendship of sorts. Steve still shows signs of apprehension in the first few seconds, but the conversation becomes an easy flow after a while. They usually talk about sports, cars, or cooking. All stuff Wayne enjoys but Eds won't show the slightest interest in. It's nice, to have someone to share this stuff with.

Today they mostly talk about the game on tv and Eddie's habit of running late. It's after a particularly funny joke about Eddie being late to his own birth that Steve asks, "Hey Wayne, can I ask you something?"

"Ya just did kid."

"God, you sound like Eddie."

Wayne chuckles, "Sure Steve. Shoot."

"Why did you talk to Eddie too? About the whole, hurting each other stuff? I mean Eddie's your kid, and I'm just the guy who gets to spend time with him." Steve waves his hands around, it reminds Wayne of Ed.

"Well, I love ya both," Wayne says easily while he takes a sip of his beer, like it isn't hard to say. And it isn't really. It was quite simple to Wayne. Just like Eddie, Steve might not be his kid by blood but he is close as he can come.

"Oh." Steve takes a deep breath, as if he is holding back tears, and says "Thanks, Wayne. I love you too."

Wayne almost mistakes the pain as Steve's voice as reluctance. The happiness that shines in his eyes says something else. Says he doesn't hear that from fathers very often. Says he hopes Wayne means it.

He does mean it.

Eddie walks in the doorway to find the two men silently staring at each other, and Steve close to tears. "Well hello there my lovely family how are—Wayne what did you do to Steve? Did you yell at him? I promise the bruise on my face was from dropping a wrench while trying to fix the van. Nothing else." Eddie pulls Steve up and squishes his face between his hands. "What did he say to you, baby?"

Steve shakes his head and laughs lightly at Eddie's antics. "Nothing bad. Promise. Happy tears."

"Happy tears?"

"Happy tears."

Eddie stares at him for long moment before deciding he believes him. "Okay. Okay. I relent." He grabs Steve's hand and throws a wave at Wayne. "Let's go upstairs though, I have to tell you about practice and how Gareth brought a boy with him! And you'll never believe what boy it was! It was our little baby Byers himself..."

Wayne hears Steve's gasp and Eddie's giggle as he continues on up the stairs. Wayne can't help the warmth that settles in his chest.

Because Wayne Allen Munson is lucky to have two wonderful boys. And he is even luckier that his two boys love each other. Because they deserve that and so much more.

———

Okay, it’s a lot I know. I just couldn’t resist. I wanted to write Steve and Wayne too. I think this one is less sad and more funny but I think that kind of speaks for the kind of relationship the two of them would have. Also it contains much more steddie than the last one. I’m thinking about maybe writing a part 3 with Steve’s relationship with the kids and how he’s their father figure? But for now it ends here. Also this took me like two days to write? I’m sorry for any mistakes or rushed parts. I am one woman show. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed :)

Also I have finally posted on ao3!!! Can’t believe it, I’ve been so nervous about it especially because I am still without a beta. But this felt long enough to put there and I wanted to be able to share with more people.

access part. 1 here and ao3 here