#her back eventually but i hope she does follow through because that sounds fun

[arcenergy]

not to sound like a corporate shill but the Plane Company seems like a cool place to work because i Like Airplanes

[hazelfoureyes]

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well!

I was hoping to send a request. Do with it what you will…but I had the scenario in my head of reader going on dates and always wearing a lot of makeup. (Nothing against makeup)

Anyway, she and Alastor are friends, although Alastor always thinks the people reader dates are not worthy of her. After this particular date that was maybe a 2nd or 3rd date, she comes home in tears. While he’s comforting her he begins to tenderly wash her face. Eventually wiping off all the makeup and he simply says “There you are.”

I love the idea of Alastor believing that a woman doesn’t need makeup to be beautiful.

Thank you! ❤️❤️

I only began wearing make up like, last month, so I’m purely using info from watching the Welsh twins. personally I like to think Alastor would respect a person taking the effort to express themselves with make up, and also appreciate people who can feel no pressure to do so. There’s something very attractive about people who do things purely for their own enjoyment. Assuming it’s not like—- watching porn in the bus or killing snakes or stuff like that. Anyway what was I supposed to be doing aga-

Alastor x GN! Reader

「warnings/promises: not an ounce of smut, he may love you in any sense of the word, but he does love you dearly, Alastor knows how to remove make up because he likes to sneak up and scare Charlie when she’s getting ready for bed and has had many a product thrown at this head」

It was normally the mornings when he’d see you after your dates, and you’d spill the tea about the good and the bad. It was fun for him, drama was always best enjoyed from a distance.

There was no distance great enough that could make him miss you as you slunk into the hotel quietly, head down and turned away purposefully. Your arms were straight to your sides and balled into fists, back stiff as a board as you power walked through the lobby. How unlike you in every way.

He waited a beat until he was confident you’d made it to your room before following.

You considered not letting him in, but you knew he would come in if he really wanted to. Why pretend?

There was no point either in hiding your makeup streaked face. He clearly knew something was wrong, why else would he have come to your room.

“It went badly?” He asked somewhat rhetorically, closing the door behind him softly. “You know, I could always eat them. Avoid awkward run-ins downtown.”

A laugh, half hearted and more a glorified exhale than anything else.

Alastor came to your bed and offered you both hands. Setting yours in his, he guided you to the bathroom. Odd, a room you’d definitely not shared before, but you didn’t question it.

There was something deeply soothing about the way he moved around you as he led you around your own space. After lifting you onto the counter, he leaned past you to fiddle with something.

You smiled genuinely as you watched him rub your make up removing cleanser between his large hands. His palms were warm on your cheeks, tears both fresh and dried were mixed with the layers of setting spray, powder, cream, and lotion. Closing your eyes was the natural thing to do, but you couldn’t have kept them open if you had wanted to. Your brain was going fuzzy, clashing with the nauseous pain in your gut.

“As much as I adore the way you jazz up your temple, I’m quite fond of your natural features.” His voice seemed so close to you in the darkness. A hummed response was all you could muster.

The sound of running water, a few cabinets opening and closing, and then the soothing warmth of a hot and sopping face towel sliding down your cheeks.

“Another dud.” Alastor announced, the word ‘dud’ popped with an annoyed static. Even with your eyes shut, they stung with newly summoned tears. “The pain of realizing someone is not for you on a third date is much more tolerable than on the third year.” His large thumbs wiped away errant tears and liquified eyeshadow.

“Not to discount your pain!” You heard the facial cleanser lathering between his palms before he began to cover your face in gentle soap. “Just, well, I’d hate to see you cry too long over nothing and no one.”

A nod from you.

His careful fingers rubbed the suds into your skin gently, sharp nails barely grazing you. “I still don’t see how my idea was discounted so quickly!”

He could see your eyes roll behind your eyelids as you ground out, “Alastor I can’t make people be interviewed by an overlord to take me out.”

“I prefer the word interrogate.”

“I don’t!”

He tsk’d, wiping the soap away with wet hands and a damp cloth. “You sure are making your dating life all about you.” His hands left you and as your cheeks began to cool you opened your eyes.

Alastor was beaming down at you. You stayed still and let his finger follow the length of your nose that you cleverly reshaped with your skills,

his palms ran over the redness of your cheeks you calmed and covered before every outing,

his claws brushed over freckles reassuringly,

his eyes settled on your two tone lips,

and he purred happily at the sight,

“There you are.”

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: The rains that end your perfect, shining days whisper things in his ear that you'll never be entrusted with. But your boy only breaks his favorite toy.

a.n. - day 3!!! i hope you guys are enjoying! anyway, how many tortured poets inspired fics do you guys think i have in the drafts? hint, too many.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Anon's Birthday Celebration

"Then maybe you're better off without me!"

No, you're not.

You're not.

You're not.

You fly up from the edge of your bed, doing everything to get him to see reason, to get him to see you, for once, "I never said that!"

"You didn't have to!" he booms.

Your hand reaches out to grip his bicep, but he wrenches his arm away.

And standing in your highest heels, in your best dress just for him, you chase after him, "I just want you to talk to me! I want you to not push me away!"

He snatches his tux jacket up, shrugging it over his shoulders, "I don't want to talk!"

"You don't want to talk or you don't want to talk to me?"

"Both!" The words are so casually cruel. He says it without pause, without remorse. He doesn't even notice the pained look that his words leave on your face like all the wind has left your lungs.

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing as she hears the argument echo through the walls of the Compound. "Oh, here we go again..."

The moment he whips open your door, you know what this night will look like.

You'll be his perfect doll, his trophy for the night. He'll smile, hold your hand, and won't speak more than a word to you the whole night.

He'll leave you wondering what went wrong, what you did wrong, what sent him spiraling into the abyss all over again.

And he'll wake up tomorrow like nothing ever went wrong.

"Steve!" You reach for his hand, but he drops your hand and keeps walking without so much as a second glance. "Steve!"

"Steve!"

He doesn't turn back around.

As you watch him walk downstairs, you feel a warm hand rest on your shoulder. "You okay?"

You nod, trying to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling down your cheeks. "He's just - in one of his moods, I guess."

"A mood?" Nat quirks an eyebrow. "That's the excuse?"

You suck in a breath. It's a shitty excuse. And it only sound worse with every time that you have to use it.

You sound like a broken record, a broken toy. You practically beg Natasha to pull the string for the latest excuse. "You know how he gets."

He only runs because he loves you...

"It's ironic that he always does this right before you've got to put on your best face in public."

You let out a long, deep sigh, "Nat..."

She raises her hands in surrender, "I'm just saying. You look amazing tonight, but tears don't go with the dress."

The urge to defend him bubbles within you.

It doesn't matter how much he breaks you, it's you he chooses to break.

You're his favorite toy.

He only runs because he loves you...

After a few moments to make sure the rivulets don't descend on your plastic smile, you go after him.

You find him seated in the car, sitting in the backseat like he knew you would give in and eventually follow after him.

It's all painfully silent. He stares out the car window, drowning in a darkness that you'll never get to see. You sit with your hands in your lap, the smooth silk of your dress crumpling under your fingers.

You hated nights like these. These galas were never fun for you. Still, you don't remember it being quite this hard.

As you step out in front of the flashing lights, Steve grips your waist, just enough to lay claim to you.

Because, in the end, you're still his favorite toy.

You roll back your shoulders. Your cherry lips pulled into a smile that you can only hope looks more genuine than it feels.

You can barely recall a time when your shining smile didn't feel so plastic. You were an Avenger. You were strong, independent. You stood tall and held your own. You were beloved in your own right - or at least, you used to be. Now, you were nothing more than the girlfriend to Captain America. Nothing more than his favorite toy.

You stand beside him in the line of reporters.

He refers to you often. He barely spares you a glance.

He presses loving kisses to the top of your head. He doesn't offer a single comforting word.

You've spent all night watching and waiting for the worst of his tortured heart to hit that you've barely noticed the night passing you by.

The reporter before you politely points the microphone at you. She smiles, tilting her head, "So what's it like?"

You blink at her, realizing that you've hardly been paying attention. You fix your distant smile with a chuckle, "What's what like?"

"What it like being the woman behind the man? Being the woman behind America's Golden Boy?"

"Oh..."

What is it like?

What's it like being queen of sandcastles that he destroys?

What it's like being his favorite toy?

The one he holds so tenderly, caresses with the most gentle of touches, only to be discarded and broken as he pleases?

You crack a smile, pretending to be coy. He hates it when you talk about him, about your relationship. He says he likes his privacy. He likes for it to be seen, not heard. But you think he means you.

You find yourself pulling the string, reminding yourself that he loves you. He only runs because he loves you.

You rest your hand on his chest, looking at him with all the adoration in the world, "I mean, he's - he's Captain America. What else it there to say? Like you said, he's America's Golden Boy."

You swear you can feel something break inside you. He's finally done it. His favorite toy is finally all smashed up.

You feel broken.

His favorite toy.

His broken toy.

He doesn't stay for the party, never does. It's a blur as he guides you back to the car with a hand on your hip.

The silence fills the car once again.

It's all silent as he calls the rain to end your days of wild once more. Back at the Compound. In your room. Watching as he stands before you. He means what he says, he doesn't want to talk, and he most certainly doesn't want to talk to you.

As you sit on the bed, watching as he methodically takes off each piece of his tux, he offers his first voluntary word of the night, "That camera guy was hitting on you."

A pang of joy flashes through your broken heart.

After all, your boy only breaks his favorite toy. You are his favorite toy. You always will be.

"I didn't notice. I was too busy worrying about you."

He rolls his eyes, "I told you to leave it alone."

And out of all the hearts he was offered, it was your tortured heart he stole. And one thing about Steve Rogers, he plays for keeps.

Your eyes snap up at him, examining those blue eyes that you feel in love with. "Why won't you ever just let me in?"

He refuses to hold your gaze, too afraid of what you might see. If he sees forever in your eyes, he'll smash it up.

The voices in his head are so much louder than you. And worst of all, you have no idea how to fight them off. The rains that end your perfect, shining days whisper things in his ear that he'll never trust you with.

You know that. And in some ways, you've always known that. It's a give and take, a push and pull. And as long as he keep pushing, keeps taking, you'll pull him as close as you can, you'll hold him through any storm. What other choice did you have?

For the second time tonight, you pull the string yourself. He only runs because he loves you.

"You're better off anyway," he whispers.

But you're not.

You're not.

You're not...

Steve Rogers Masterlist Anon's Birthday Celebration Inspired by Taylor Swift Series

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[flighter312]

I dunno if ya do asks or not. But, looking at your KronFau parents au with Ceci is just making me think of baby Ame just randomly coming home with an automaton

KF: whatcha got there?

Ame, half dragging a semi unwinded Ceci: mud!!

HI im late because i never really check tumblr, and i dont know how to do asks in general so i hope this works, but im taking a small break from drawing rn, HOWEVER i will give you this brainrot that turned out to be longer than i expected but i need to yap

an kronfau parents, baby ame au where maybe ame is very ""isolated"" from her peers (probably due to being constantly dirty and having a fascination with small living creatures and being a completely yapper over them(takes after fauna)), so shes used to playing by herself

you didnt specify what type of age cece would have, so im choosing to imagine she appears to be a few years older than ame (spoiler: kronii learns mechanics and always fixes cece up so she also ages with ame, but thats later on)

but maybe kfa moves to a secluded area because they are not made for the city (no matter how much kronii wishes they were), but fauna's happy because at least theres a cottage, and ame's happy because they live near a creek which means DIRT! AND BUGS! AND SNAKES- (and kronfau has a heart attack the first time ame brings one in)

but theyve gotten a little used to ame bringing in lots of creatures (which she eventually has to say bye bye to on the porch because kf is NOT hosting bugs in this home)

however, one day ame is following maybe a tiny spider and ventures off a little more than she's used to, narrating her whole journey, maybe like-

Mama said not to go too far without permission! BUT- she didn't specify who's! [in a high voice] "Ame, can i have YOUR permission to go off beyond the river? (a one foot wide stream of water)" [in a deep voice] "Why, yes Ame! But only if you bring back something fun in return!" [normal voice] "Well, if you say so!" and she skips along and splashes through the puddles

of course, the creek looks the same (but ame NEVER gets lost! right...?), and maybe ame shouldn't have lost track of the (tiny) river, but uh, its fine! eventually mama fauna will call out to her and she'll use her voice to come back home-

and then she trips on a rock.

but then its a very weird rock. like.. weeeiiiiirrd. like. a leg- OH MY GOD

oh no need to worry, its still attached to its person- OH MY GOD

ame probably hides behind a tree or something but after nothing happens, she decides to grab a stick and poke the person. still, nothing happens, so ame decides, yup! thats safe! and inspects it, and what do yknow? this person has "one of em windy- thingies" on their head, and ame knows what to do with that!

so she ends up carefully grabbing it, and then twisting it! or trying. but it doesnt budge. so ame thinks-

"Mum's super strong. What does she do before lifting heavy things...?" And she widens her stance- "ALL IN THE LEGS BABY-"

and the key finally budges and ame falls onto the person's lap. and when she looks up, the thing looks back at her and- OH MY GOD!!!

a friend!!

and ame introduces herself and the robot asks her if she could wind her more, but ame says its too heavy (she tries again, to no avail), but she knows someone SUPER strong!! (mum kronii, of course), and they can ask her for help!

"Where is she then?" "...Good question!"

but ame knows because ame NEVER gets lost and ... ames lost. but its okay! because right on time, fauna starts calling out for ame. however, it sounds like the voice is coming all around them, and.. it appears ame's plan is falling apart. but ame doesn't panic! she NEVER panics! especially when its gonna get dark soon, and ame's afraid of the dark, and shes all alone in this big forest creek whatever-

but she's not alone.

and when this strange person robot windy toy asks if ame is trying to find the voice, ame says yes, because her moms taught her to not lie (and she doesnt feel like lying right now).

so, moss peels away, cobwebs fall apart, and leaves rustle towards the ground - and ame's friend stands up.

next thing you know, kronii's getting ready to go out into the creek because fauna's getting worried that ame hasn't showed up, until ame calls out-

"MAMA! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" "Oh, thank goodness, my heart- ... Amelia. What is that." and uh oh! fauna told ame to try and not get dirty today! (she says that everyday, but whos keeping track) but still, ame can't really lie in this scenario, so- "Mud!!"

and kronii and fauna just stare at this robot girl because. what. the fuck.

"Kronii! No cursing!" "I THINK THIS ONCE I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO."

and wouldn't you know it. kronfau adopts another daughter.

something like that :) hope this is fine! also sorry for being late, i really dont check tumblr but i should more often! this is fun haha

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

LEMME JUST RANT ABOUT URINETOWN FOR A SECOND NOW THAT MY ROLE IS OVER CUZ ITS SO GOOD-

see the crazy thing about urinetown is the paralells. like, we don't see Hope as this master manipulator, yet...she is???? she went to the most expensive university in the world for it?????

it first occurs in follow your heart, she practically plays with his feelings to get him to like her back (see her validating his feelings and using the "Why, my heart was saying the same thing just the other day!!" card), and from there, yes, the two are genuine, but you gotta admit, in follow your heart is she does use a bit of a persuasive direction.

then we see her manipulate again in the end when she leads the poor to UGC headquarters and. yknow. kills everyone 💀 she eventually becomes worse that her father by denying them any other option than. die from lack of basic needs, and leads their demise. ALSO SHE COULDVE AT LEAST LISTENED TO THE RESEARCH?? CONTINUED IT??? AND SAVED EVERYONE LIKE BOBBY AND CALDWELL WANTED?????? anyways-

also, Caldwell and Bobby were the same at one point. they had to have been. a poor boy in the midst of crisis has dreams to help the people of his community, so he rises up with the support of his people, and becomes a martyr...sounds like two people, doesn't it?

ALSO², PENNY AND CALDWELL ARE SO TRAGIC????? this young woman (who is perhaps a prostitute just to get by) and (probably) poor boy are in love, and once the water table drops and keeps dropping, they take a chance to give into their feelings and have their night together, which leads to their daughter Hope being born, and once that happens Caldwell has possibly already started his revolution, company, and rise to the top. so he takes their daughter (possibly so that she doesn't have to go through what he went through as a child), makes her promise to never tell Hope who she is, and becomes this hard, cold shell of a man he used to be, becoming someone Penny doesn't even recognize anymore. she doesn't love Cladwell, she loves Caldwell, the dreamer who once cared for all the people. and that's probably why she calls him such, to try and get her beloved back.

also erm lockstock how dare you just reject barrel like that-

HARRY AND BECKY ARE TOGETHER???? AND ARE ACTUALLY RABID??????? couple goals <33 /j

who tf is tiny tom, like, is he Harry and Becky's kid????

im obsessed with imagining what Penny and Caldwell were like before UGC

REMEMBER WHEN OUR NIGHT WERE STARRY????

arent you sorry..? (translation: "Are you sorry about loving and listening to me?")

..sure, I'm sorry.. (translation: "You probably want me to say I'm sorry for loving you because you no longer love me, and regret me.")

im not sorry.. (translation: "I STILL FUCKING LOVE YOU AGHHH-")

JUUUST UNNNNSOUNDDDD (translation: "WE STILL LOVE EACH OTHER AND NOW ONE OF US HAS TO DIE-")

all the original broadway cast photos are 2001 crunchy 😭

HAIL MALTHUS

making fun of and calling out the government and twisted cops >:)

the harmonies make me wanna ascend

okay that's all for now 💀💀💀

[xjulixred45x]

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Reader with a Twin

I'm back with everything in JJK and I have a twin myself, plus I rarely see this kind of stage, so, I'm going to make my own material, like in the old days.

I hope you like it Euge!

Reader: Male and Female

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: Set mainly in the Hidden Inventory arc, Season 2 spoilers, maybe divergent canon? (mainly Geto's part), Gojo. Fluff.

Satoru Gojo

If Gojo's S/o had a Twin, there are two ways he would meet her/him.

1-she/he also go to the Jujustu academy and are in the same class (most likely) or 2-their s/o's twin goes to another school and therefore they do not know each other until said twin are going to visit them.

Let's go with the first option first.

Seeing how his S/O is with his/her twin, at first he made fun of them a little, simply because it was too sweet for him how they got along so well.

If said S/o is constantly protected by his/her twin, it is even worse, but Gojo understand it better, and find some peace of mind in seeing that his (future) S/o will always have someone to defend and protect her/him and keep safe and sound.

Gojo wouldn't have so many problems differentiating his s/o from his/her twin, thanks to the 6 eyes. But when he don't use them, he definitely have his confusions.

He has even put papers on the backs of his S/o and his/her twin that say "prettiest twin" and on the twin "random twin"

If he have a bad relationship with his s/o's twin, he would do the same, but putting "good twin" and "evil twin" respectively.

Although you would also do that if his S/o's personality is very far from her/his Twin.

In case Gojo wouldn't meet his S/o's Twin until they dated, he would definitely be very surprised when he met him/her.

If his S/o has any kind of complex related to comparing himself/herself to his brother/her sister, either saying that they are better or putting themselves down, Gojo is going to shut them up, he can't stand that shit, and will probably start saying all the things in the that his S/o is better than her/his twin.

If Gojo and his s/o's twin get along REALLY badly, chances are they'll just put up with each other for the s/o's happiness, Gojo can't compete with a womb mate and he KNOWS IT, so he will not initiate anything against the twin (besides, even if the S/o is protected by his/her twin, he/she is just as protective over him/her).

If they get along well, they tell each other things to make their partner happy, anecdotes from childhood, certain habits that they only do at home, etc. If the twin is especially chaotic, Gojo just got a new friend, and if he is an introvert, too! Adopted a new friend xd.

In general, Gojo only takes advantage of the Twin/Twin factor for pranks and/or having an extra best friend to protect his S/o

Suguru Geto

Following the same thread as Gojo, Geto would probably meet both his S/o and his twin.

While he has a clear preference for spending time with his S/o, he sees nothing wrong with inviting his/her twin too, especially when he sees how they go everywhere together, how close they are, it's a unique type of bond that is worth to watch.

Similarly to Gojo, Geto feels more comfortable with his S/o's twin if he/she is the "protective twin" of the two, or if he/she excels more in the use of cursed energy than his s/o. It's not because he wants his S/o to be weak! Simply an extra companion with another being of abilities never hurts.

And neither does he reject the twin if it is his S/o who has to protect them, on the contrary, he may become protective of him/her, since although they are two very different people, his/her twin S/o is still a part of him/her

Unlike Gojo, Geto has more trouble telling the twins apart at first, especially with the uniforms on (matching), so at first he kept mixing names.

But eventually he was able to differentiate them better through certain characteristics that stood out more in each one (e.g., accessories, hair, way of speaking, etc.)

If his S/o and her/his twin wear completely different styles, then Geto has much less difficulty figuring out which is which (e.g., one wears red and one wears blue).

I don't think he would do the notepad thing, although if he did he would definitely call his s/o "the best twin" or "cutest twin" just to make him/her blush.

If the S/o has a complex about comparing himself/herself to his brother/her sister or saying that he/she is better, Geto will try to first see why they think that way or who put that idea in their head. Then he will try to make him/her see that his/her twin may be better at several things but that he/she may be better than him/her at many others, a pretty nice moment.

If Geto has a bad relationship with his S/O's twin, then they make a "cold war" pact, that is, they hate each other in silence, and without violence in front of their brother/sister to give the illusion of that get along well. But as soon as the s/o looks away, they are both giving each other DEATH looks.

If he gets along with his S/o's twin, then it's all peace and love when they go to his/her house, even (similar to Gojo) telling all the embarrassing stories about his brother/her sister to Geto as if It was the most adorable thing in the world.

Twin: and then she/he went to mom angry and said: "I'm leaving the house"! The most CUTE thing I have ever seen in my life.

S/o: BROTHER/SISTER NOOOOOOOOO-

Geto:**listen to every damn word**

BONUSES

If his S/o joins him in his corruption Arc, he will definitely let s/o raise the twins the way the S/o and his twin were raised, he wants the girls to have a relationship as cute as the one of those two.

If Geto is not corrupted (like those Geto Professor AUs), the twins will most likely LOVE S/o and his/her twin, each one goes with one and they spend a "twin afternoon" with the four of them together, mainly shopping, they come home, they fall asleep on the nearest couch or surface and when Geto arrives, he dies of tenderness.

In general, Geto can see his S/o's twin as both a great friend or his worst enemy. I hope it's the first.

Shares, reblogs, and comments are very welcome!

[sarnai4]

College Days (and career plans)

After seeing a really fun Yona of the Dawn AU fanart with the characters in college, I started thinking about the Dragons crew.

Hiccup: Engineering. He's going to become an inventor and has already done some of that. He'll probably have his own company after graduation that makes just about everything. Need a replacement limb? Phone? Cylindrical item that will lead you to various reptiles and the journey of a lifetime? He's got you covered on all fronts. If it can be built, it will be.

Astrid: Law enforcement. She's eventually going to a police academy (cue the movie of the same name), so she wants to be prepared. She'll become a police captain in the future. It'll be very obvious why crime rates are plummeting in whatever city she's in.

Fishlegs: Zoology. He's always been into science, so he's going to become a zoologist to study animals all over the world. He absolutely loves his work and probably brings a few creatures home to study for a little longer before taking them back to the lab.

Snotlout: Drama. He's planning on becoming an actor. His work as Sir Ulgerthorpe has convinced me that he at least could be good on a stage. Plus, he's a drama queen. Maybe he'll get on the screen one day too. He's also considering if he wants to try out screenwriting and/or directing eventually. If he does become a director, he'll be one of the best and most bossy somehow.

Ruffnut: Digital communication and media/multimedia. She's honestly not here for any reason other than it's where Tuffnut and their friends are. That said, the twins are going to become YouTubers, so she figures she might as well become good at making videos.

Tuffnut: Crafts. He missed how Ruffnut's idea will actually be useful in their future job and thought this sounded fun. His reasoning is that he'll make some cool crafts to show off to their viewers. He's probably right, but there are still a dozen sighs directed his way because of this choice.

Dagur: Undecided. He's gone through business to see if he wanted to be an entrepreneur, then wasn't sure if he should just go to an entrepreneurship degree, had a few in between, and the latest one was psychology to try to understand his mind. At this point, he's hoping he sticks with something long enough to graduate on time with the credits. Can't say he isn't getting a well-rounded education, though. Just don't even get him started on career plans. He figures that he'll teach martial arts to pay for bills until he comes up with an idea he can keep for longer than a month.

Heather: Music. She's going to become a singer and probably be a vocal and guitar teacher later on. She's the only member of the group who we've heard sing and not sound bad (minus Snotlout surprisingly in my opinion. Oi oi oi), so I can see her doing this. She's not planing on being some superstar or anything. Just most likely at some venues and on YouTube, so maybe Ruffnut's new skills can help out.

Mala: Doctor of medicine for surgery. She's in the doctoral program (because I'm convinced she is a nice amount of years older than the others) and going to become a surgeon. This is something she's wanted to do for a while since she enjoys healing people. Meeting the others made her want to do this even more since she's sure at least one of them is going to be in a terrible accident one day and will need a good surgeon. Her bet is on Hiccup, the twins, or Dagur.

Throk: Criminal justice. He's already graduated, but he is receiving specialized training to become a body guard. When he gets free time, he comes around to spend time with the others. He's part of the bet with Mala and bets that Ruffnut will NOT need a surgeon because there's no way he's allowing such harm to come to her.

Atali: Women's studies. She's going to run a women's shelter when she graduates. She is also considering getting a master's.

Minden: Physical education. She's following her bestie and going to teach self-defense to the women Atali helps out.

(bonus)

Gobber: Welding engineering. He loved this in his university days and started up his own company. This is how he got Hiccup into making things too.

Stoick: Political science. He joined the marines when he was younger and became a high-ranking officer before coming back home to care for Hiccup.

Johann: Law. He became a slimy lawyer who always gets the really dangerous criminals off and puts away innocent people.

Viggo: Economics. He wanted to be very shrewd with his spending. He owns a company that seems like it's a tech manufacturing company on the outside but is actually smuggling a bit of everything.

Ryker: Criminology. He did this to understand just what risks the criminals who work for/with him could face. He works for Viggo (because of course he does) and is the VP of the business.

Krogan: Business management. On the outside, it seems like he's got a weapons manufacturing company, but he uses it to work with the Grimborns and hurt people.

[mediocres-writing-blog]

Mortal Kombat: Enenra's Shadow

Chapter 3: Thread of Fate

Viktor got up, drank some coffee and went straight to school. He and Enenra were incredibly bored, but made it through the day. The two, after getting out of school, went to a convenience store to buy something to eat.

VIKTOR: So, other than brains, what other foods do you like?

ENENRA: Tater tots and chocolate.

VIKTOR: Copyright’s gonna be five feet up our asses, but okay.

As the two bought the food, they sat on a trolley and headed home. They stopped halfway because they got a call. 

VIKTOR: <Hello?>

The phone was silent and couldn’t be heard, but Viktor’s reaction said it all.

VIKTOR: <Had a stroke?! I’ll be right over!>.

He rushed over to the hospital that called as soon as possible. When he got there, he followed a doctor to see his mother on a bed.

VIKTOR: <How did it happen?>

DOCTOR: <We aren’t exactly sure how it happened. We’re trying our damnest to keep her with us.>

Viktor stood there, looking at his hands. His face was down and his hair over his eyes as he spoke to the doctor.

VIKTOR: <How much longer does she have? Aproximately.>

DOCTOR: <We estimate about 3 months. We’re searching and developing new medicine as we speak, with the current one we have, we can only keep her for a few extra days. A week if we’re lucky.>

Viktor nodded lightly. He turned to the doctor, thanking him and walking out the door. An old man followed him outside of the hospital.

ENENRA (in Viktor’s head): What do we do now?

VIKTOR: We look for a cure. By any means nessecary.

ENENRA: Even–

VIKTOR: With minimal murder!

ENENRA: You’re no fun.

Viktor would walk through the steet with people looking at him. Most people looked away, all except one. The old gentleman, who cautiously followed the duo. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice, and Enenra doesn’t seem to care. Eventually, the old man made loud “ahem” noises, and the teen half-turned and look at the old man.

OLD MAN: <I hope I’m not interrupting anything.>

Viktor had an expression that was 50% exhaustion and 50% anger. Enenra covered his hands, just in case he wanted that smoke.

VIKTOR: <If you don’t plan to rob me, I should warn you, I’m not planning on fighting an old man. And if you’re on behalf of those assholes who beat me up a few days ago, have at it.>

OLD MAN: <Boy, I’m not here to fight you. I’m from the same hospital you came from.  Speaking of which, those doctors lied, your mother didn’t have a stroke, she was attacked by someone.>

Viktor’s expression changed to a slight confusion. His hands down by his hips, he looked at the man from across the street.

VIKTOR: <What do you mean “attacked”? Who are you?>

OLD MAN: <My name is Isaac. Isaac Svenson.>

VIKTOR: <Are you an english speaker?>

ISAAC: <Yes. If it’s okay to speak english with you. My bosnian isn’t good.>

Viktor nodded with a quiet “mhm”.

ISAAC: Great. Come with me.

He followed Isaac, who lead him to a bar full of shady looking people. The two sat down, and the bartender tended to the customers of his bar.

ISAAC: <I’ll have shot of liquor. Give this kid a like an apple juice.>

It took the bartender just a few seconds to ready the drinks. The old man drank the whole shot and the boy held his bottle, looking at him. 

VIKTOR (quietly): So, (he sipped his juice with a straw) why have you brought me here? 

ISAAC: Because you, Viktor Arbeid, are special. Everyone in this bar is here for a reason. Some are dealers, some are mercenaries, and some, like you, are looking to help someone they love. So listen closely..

Isaac’s voice turned down as he moved im closer to Viktor.

ISAAC (quietly): All of this is going to sound like complete bullshit, but it’s true. Quan Chi, a sorcerer from basically hell, found out you have something of his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back, even hurt people like your mother. 

Viktor’s eyes grew wider in disbelief. 

ISAAC: However, there is a way to cure this curse she’s under. A flower, way far in the woods bordering China. It’s said that if it’s crushed up into tea and drank, it can heal any and all illnesses and curses.

He said, holding him a picture of a white lotus, that illuminates some kind of glow.

VIKTOR: And you just want me to fly to China alone and get some random-ass flower that can probably heal my mom?

ISAAC: You’ll have my company for most of the road. I’ve already covered for everything. Including your school absence. Told the teachers you’ll be sick for some time.

VIKTOR: Woah…. 

ISAAC: Remember, this isn’t some vacation, this is about saving your mother’s life.

Viktor nodded, as he took the bottle and finished his drink, and getting up from the stool and waiting outside. Svenson got up, payed the bartender and walked out lighting a cigarette. He turned to Viktor, offering him one. Viktor declines.

VIKTOR: No thanks. I like my lungs the way they are.

ISAAC: Funny. Most kids even younger than you do smoke. 

VIKTOR: Unlike most kids, I value my health.

Isaac smiled, hugging the boy.

ISAAC: You’re a good kid, Vik. 

He lead the kid to a taxi which went to the airport, where their private plane was waiting for them. Enenra whispered something in Viktor’s ear before they got on.

VIKTOR: I’m sorry, can you hold on?

ISAAC: Uh, sure?

VIKTOR: Thanks.

Viktor walked 15 meters away from him and took out his phone to pretend he’s on a call. Enenra then crawled out of Viktor’s shoulder, speaking to him.

ENENRA: WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!

VIKTOR: He says he can help my mom survive this thing.

ENENRA: Quan Chi is the man who tortured me into this weak form. And he knows his name. He’s clearly playing you!

VIKTOR: I get what you’re saying, but what option do I have?

Enenra used one of his tendrals to facepalm his little head. 

ENENRA: You really Liu Kang’s perfect idiot. 

VIKTOR: Who’s perfect idiot?

ENENRA: Whatever. Just go. But if this backfires… I will eat a person.

VIKTOR: Fine.

Viktor sighed, got on the plane, and eventually it took off. Viktor looked out the window with a hint of fear in his eyes reflected in the glass. Right before relaxing in his seat and eventually falling asleep.

[lilacxoz]

Only One - Gojo

F!reader

Warning: grinding, alcohol, oral sex, protected sex.

I am not responsible for people under 18 who read this. minors or ageless bloggers please dni!

You laced your strappy heels to your feet, standing up to your full height from the bed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a Friday night and your best friend begged you to go clubbing with her. You eventually agreed because she always had a way of persuading you into anything.

But part of you knew why you were making sure your eyeliner was sharp and your lashes were glued on seamlessly. You hadn’t been laid in a month. You had a frequent guy you liked to hookup with but he was gone for a work trip. And it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed to fuck anyone else, you just never needed to. But it had been a very stressful month to the point you needed a release from all the stress.

You wore strappy heels that ended just a bit under your knee, black mesh dress with a very wide thigh slit. What made it even better was the red lace bra and panties you wore underneath.

You were in the middle of taking a mirror picture for your link when your best friend walked in to your apartment, ready to drive you both to the club. So after a few pics, you were driving to one of the biggest clubs in the area. You stepped inside to hear a loud bass heavy song reverberating inside the black and red color schemed club. “Let’s head to the bar first, then let’s meet the girls!” You nodded, following your short bestie to the long bar.

“What can I get you ladies tonight?” The bartender asks, clearly feeling the vibe your bestie is giving. She orders you two cocktails, handing you your drink as she leads you through the crowds until you get to a VIP section. You sit down next to the rest of the girls you were friends with. There were a few guys there, talking and even feeling up some of the girls.

“So, how’s your thing with that old man?” She asks you, taking the black small straw into her glossed lips as she sips from her fruity drink.

“He’s not old! He’s 28 and just really blonde I guess…” She laughs at you, making your face burn.

“I’m not makin’ fun, just hope he still makes you satisfied,” she explains, to which you nodded at her.

“He does, he’s just been away on business. I don’t remember when he said he’d be back, but he said he’d come see me the day after.” She nodded, crossing her legs over each other.

“Well, we finna give you a new flavor tonight,” she said, eyes scoping out the crowd of people dancing and feeling the beat. “We should choose a guy who ain’t afraid to eat it, trust,” she said, making your face burst into flames.

“Keyshia!” She just laughs aloud, making you hide your face behind your cocktail. She talked to you about random things, work, sex, family, everything before one of her favorite club songs started to play. She dragged you to the dance floor at the piano intro to the song Water by Kehlani, people dancing to the artists voice. The bass started, making Keyshia get more into it as she hyped you up. Your hands went to her waist as she wiggled her ass against you, giggles and laughter erupting from you both. As you were dancing, a pair of cute guys approached, replacing your dance partner.

The guy was tall and had black hair that fell down his face and was a bit crazy but in a good way. He had beautiful green eyes and this shyness to him that you kinda liked. He placed his large hands on your hips as you were backed up into him, his chin resting on your shoulder. “You do this often?” You ask him, to which he shook his head, his hands getting more comfortable on your body.

“But I get the sense you don’t either, I see the shyness, almost like an open book.” You blushed, turning to look over at him. He softly smirked, moving his hips with yours a bit. “Fushiguro,” he said, his name sounding familiar on his tongue. But you didn’t think to much as you gave him your last name as well.

You danced with Fushiguro for a couple songs, coming to find that his first name was Megumi and he was a freshman in university just like you. He told you he was gonna go find his friend again when your best friend came back, a stupid smile on her face. “Girl, that Itadori guy knows his shit,” she blushed, making you giggle with her. But then her eyes trailed to something or someone behind you, her eyes widened. Before you could turn around, you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder, and a face come close to your ear.

“Miss me?” You looked over to see the owner of that deep and taunting voice, being met with the white haired male who liked to tease you. “It was hard to watch you dance from afar, I’ll admit that. But don’t you think it’s my turn, your friend won’t mind right? Just one song?”

“Oh! By all means have her for every song!” Keyshia blurts, her face red as her eyes flicker from you to him. She then leaves you alone with the man as P*$$Y Fairy (OTW) by Jhené Akio started to play. You let a small smile slip, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

“I know we agreed to see other people while hooking up, but boy that was hard to see,” he said, his eyes rolling behind his black out glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose.

“You jealous?” You ask? A hint of tease in your voice. He chuckles, hands pulling you in by the hips.

“Me? The coolest person and hottest person alive?”

“If your the coolest and hottest, wouldn’t that make you warm? And isn’t warm just…borning?” You laughed at the shock on his face, not thinking that through.

“I-I’m not warm!” You laughed even harder, a bit of tears forming. He looked baffled, mouth agape as he looked down at you. He shook his head, a hand coming up to your face. “I’ll show you warm.” He placed his lips against your red stained ones, thanking yourself for wearing your new lipstick stain. His were so warm and soft against yours, leaving you weak in the knees.

“I know I said I’d meet up tomorrow, but I’ve been missing the way you fuck,” he whispered, that stupid grin placed on those pretty lips. And that’s how you found yourself in his penthouse and bent over the kitchen island since it was the closest thing to the front door.

He had your panties down to your ankles as he licked and sucked at your clit. You moaned into the marble countertop, body reacting to everything he does in a sweet rhythm. “Yes~ right~ there~” you moaned each word between your heavy breaths, eyes fluttering as your stomach slowly knotted up.

He added two fingers to the mix, scissoring his fingers inside you. He had his glasses on his head as he got deeper into you, tongue flicking your clit. “Fuck, ‘m missed this pussy,” he groaned, completely devouring you. He reached a free hand up to smack your ass, making your body jolt like a live wire.

“I think I’m close~” you breathed out, your fingertips White from how hard you were trying to hold onto something. His tongue grew faster paced, the kitchen space filled with your moans and lewd sounds from your wet pussy. Your head shot up as you clenched your jaw, mewling out a moan as you came all over his tongue and fingers, thighs shaking. He licked you clean before rising to his full 6’3” height.

He spun you around, crashing his lips to yours like a deprived man. “I’ve missed everything about you, you’ve ruined sex that isn’t with you,” he groaned, pressing his hard erection up against your upper thigh.

“Are you pussy whipped Mr. Gojo?” Not very many people knew, or almost, nobody knew, but Gojo was one of your collage professors until he got promoted and now he travels sometimes and teaches sometimes. And everytime he teaches you in the classroom, you can always feel those lustrous eyes on you.

“I just want you all to myself, I don’t want any other girl anymore,” he whispered in your ear, hands roaming your body.

“What are you asking me, Satoru~” you knew what he was asking you, but you wanted him to say it.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” You pulled him off you before crashing your lips to his, earning a needy groan. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to his master bedroom, his well made king bed placed in the middle. He tossed you on it, hovering over you as he placed kisses and nibbles all over your neck.

“I wanna be your girlfriend too,” you whisper, feeling him rub his hips against yours. He groaned, arms wrapping around your waist. He needed more of you, wanted to be buried so deep inside that your souls touched.

His hands moved up and almost ripped the dress off your body, needing more of you. You let him quickly pop off your bra, his tongue flicking at your pebbled nipples. Your back arched into him, that flutter between your legs getting to be so much.

“I-I need you, so bad,” you whispered, your waterline getting a bit wet from the overstimulation. He looked up, a smirk on his face.

“You cryin’?” You looked away from his lustrous stare, teeth capturing your plump bottom lip. He moved your head so you were looking at him. “Don’t do that,” he said, pulling your lip from your teeth with his thumb.

He moved away from you to collect a condom from his bedside, tossing it at you as he lays on his bed with his arms behind his head. “Show me how you welcome me home,” he said, a smirk on his face as he nodded his glasses back to his eyes. You nodded, moving so you were on your knees between his spread legs.

You looked at him as you slowly unbuckled his belt, hand palming him in the process. You pushed his pants and boxers off until they were discarded, along with taking off his shirt. His dick was so hard and rested on his abdomen, that beautiful trail of white hair from his stomach to his pubic bone. Your finger trailed his defined V-line, moving to the tip of his cock.

You took him in your hand, leaning down to place soft kisses to it. He groaned softly, letting you please him as you did so well. You swirled your tongue over his pink cut tip, your hand holding him steady at the base. You collected enough spit in your mouth that allowed you to start pumping him slowly, watching the rise and fall of his chest as you could feel those eyes on you through his glasses.

You started to move down on him, fitting more of his dick inside your warm and wet mouth. He moaned, head falling back. You started to bob your head on him, choking and sucking on him that only roused more noise from him. You deep throated him, trying so desperately to make him feel good. It was working because he reached a hand down to your head, his breath shaky and unstable as he whispered colorful words under his breath.

You pulled away with a gasp, your hand pumping fast and tight that made him croak out a strangled noise. You moved your head down to lick at his balls, head head falling deeper into the pillows. “Just like that baby~” he groaned, his deep voice reverberating inside the large bedroom.

You pulled away, a smirk on your face as you looked at his glistening and throbbing dick, taking the condom he tossed at you off the bed and opening it. He watched you roll the rubber over his dick, his cheeks a bit flushed as he drank in the sight.

You scotched up until you were hovering over his dick, letting him position it to your entrance. You gasped when you slowly slid down on it, eyes screwing shut as you tried your best to get used to it quickly. His hands gripped your hips as his thumb rubbed your clit.

You took him all in, sitting on his dick just as he liked it. He loved when you were on top, loved the view of you.

You moved your hips on him slowly, your hands planted on his defined chest. He felt so good inside you, almost making you cum on the spot.

His tip kissed your cervix that it hurt so good, your body bouncing on him as you craved more friction. He leaned up so he was in a sitting position, a hand on your breast as his arm was wrapped around your back to hold you steady. He helped you bounce on him, his lips brushing against your nipple. Your eyes screwed shut as an orgasm approached rapidly, making your body convulse against him. You cried out his name, head falling to the crook of his neck.

You rode out your orgasm on him, breaths heavy and shallow. He didn’t give you time to rest, manhandling you so you were pressed up against the headboard. He had a hand to the side of your face as his other slid his dick right back inside you, his hips making a fast and steady rhythm against you.

“You’ve got such a pretty and vocal cunt, don’t ya’?” He whispered, your ass bouncing with each thrust. You nodded sloppily, your face smushed yet you could only focus on the way his dick rubbed against that spot that made you see stars.

“Ah~ yes, there!” You cried out, hands trying to find something to hold onto. He moved his hand so it was around your neck, making you look back so he could swallow all of your moans.

He reached his other hand down to rub your clit, speeding up his pace so fast that the bed slammed against the wall with each thrust. He pulled away from the kiss, letting out a croaky whine with each thrust, close to his orgasm as well.

You hooked your arm around his neck as he slammed his hands on your hips, gaining more speed. You cried out as you came all over his dick again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Son of a bitch, I’m gonna cum~” he moaned, grunting with each thrust as he delivered one powerful blow to your cunt that triggered his release.

He groaned in your ear, his warm breath trickling down your hot and exposed body. He slipped out, letting you fall to the bed. You turned to watch him discard the condom before getting another one. “We’re not done?” You asked.

“Of course not, I haven’t had good sex in a month so I’m sure as hell gonna get one more round.”

[deadbeatbirdmom]

Between stalking Blake in a freakin' cloak on that ship back home, the flakey robot fight-ditching in V2, that sorta obsessive-sounding 'run but I'll follow' character tune and some of his clownery around the Belladonna household, I really dunno about the pedestal that one reblog puts Sun on. Sure, he *eventually* takes 'no' as an unspoken answer better than Adam, but talk about low bars. I also think the Bees would've had to get fairly deep in for a breakup to gut Yang quite so hard as they were joshing about. I mean, she seemed happier to see Blake having some fun than anything once he cut in at the dance.

Disclaimer: I like Sun and think he's generally a decent guy, but he's not one of my fav characters. I don't feel terribly qualified to talk about him because while I've seen all there is of him in RWBY (as in the main show, not including the novel he's in), he wasn't where my focus was.

Like you mention, Sun has done some dubious things that I don't agree with. Overall it's a good thing he did follow Blake and refused to leave, considering she might've been captured and dragged to Adam without him. Sun also eventually got an important message through to Blake, about letting her friends make their own choices, and not to take herself away from them after they get hurt trying to help her.

I can't speak for the OP of this post I reblogged, but I don't think it puts Sun on a pedestal as such. I think it just compares how he'd take rejection to how Yang would, and that he'd take it better isn't because he's better than she is. It's because she has trauma he doesn't, as far as we know.

Come to think of it I don't think we know much about Sun's background. Does he come from a happy family? Is he so carefree because he's an orphan and has no memory of his family, so doesn't know what he's missing?

Anyway, I think the true test of how Sun takes rejection will be when he sees Blake and Yang together, and I think chances are he'll be fine with it, to the extent that he'll be happy for them.

If the Bees broke up I do think it'd hit Yang hard. She'd most likely try to hide it, but she would be deeply hurt. I don't think Volume 2 Yang's feelings for Blake are any comparison to Volume 9 Yang's, as I'm pretty sure they've got deeper over time, although I do see where you're coming from. Yang would want Blake to be happy no matter what, and if that meant seeming happy for Blake being with someone else, so be it. She'd smile (and most likely cry on the inside and in private).

To be clear, I don't think the Bees will break up. I think they're great together. And I'd hope CRWBY wouldn't make Bumbleby canon only to tear them apart later. That seems too cruel to me.

[tadpolesonalgae]

im so happy she talked to az finally and that he was going to stop her before she hurt herself too badly but now she's running away again 😭 mentor eris sounds fun but i just wish she talked to her family, i would be so mad and hurt if i was in their place. like she could at least talk to them and see what happens before running to eris. i dont even wanna think about what it'll be like when she has to tell them everything. it'll be a while until we see az and the ic again won't it? im excited to see her finally using her powers though and eris has a mentor lol (i would kill him and then myself). he's definitely what she needs to learn how to speak up for herself at least

using bas as the alibi wasn't very smart of her though, az already doesn't like him and he's also the spymaster, i hope someone holds az back from getting to bas too much, he's just helping. im stuck on wanting them to find her before the month is up and having her just come back but either way im scared for her bc she'll have to own up to everything and then when they find out eris helped it's going to be a shitshow

also if you end up using more talking to paper dialogue could you maybe put those part in italics or something? it just made it a bit harder to follow like this - 🧶

‘i dont even wanna think about what it'll be like when she has to tell them everything. it'll be a while until we see az and the ic again won't it?’

Okay, so i’m going to try not to stretch it out too much and keep it on topic? There’s a lot of stuff I want to cover now she’s with Eris, various methods of controlling her magic to touch on as well as continuing to go into what her magic actually does and why it affects her so badly! (Also getting to see how Eris reacts to the burning in her hands because obviously that shouldn’t be happening 🤨)

‘im excited to see her finally using her powers though and eris has a mentor lol (i would kill him and then myself).’

I’m hoping they’ll have a good time in terms of talking to one another even if it might be a bit rough on her? Also hoping nothing bad happens to Eris from messing with her magic because he’s definitely the type to push her buttons as a way to kick start her power :)

‘az already doesn't like him and he's also the spymaster, i hope someone holds az back from getting to bas too much, he's just helping.’

With this eventual scene, it’s probably going to be a third person one instead of learning about it through reader speaking to Bas when she gets back? I think it’ll also be a chance for her and Bas’ relationship to be realised by Az since he’s still mostly under the impression their dynamic is purely platonic on reader’s side (which we know isn’t the case) so hopefully that’ll be okay :)

‘also if you end up using more talking to paper dialogue could you maybe put those part in italics or something? it just made it a bit harder to follow like this - 🧶’

So frustrated because I know I put those in italics before posting it, and when I just went to correct it, it took three time before saving correctly 🫠

Thank you for pointing that out, I hadn’t noticed it hadn’t saved properly the first time, but usually it should all be in italics—sorry for the confusion and thank you for mentioning it! 🤦🧡💛

[away-ward]

Things that happen in the Willemmy friends-to-lovers au I now have playing on repeat in the back of my mind:

It's after Will's graduation and there is a party at the warehouse.

Emory shows up with Elle because she thinks this is the last opportunity she'll have to see Will. She doesn't usually waste her time with parties. She doesn't plan on talking to him. She just wants to watch for a while.

He clocks her the second she walks in. He's been wanting to talk to her for a long time but she always seemed to give him the cold shoulder when he tried to approach. He didn't know how to get in with her.

He circles for a while, not wanting to jump on her and scare her away. Eventually he finds his opening and they end up talking for a while.

They end up talking right into the backseat of his truck and Will can't believe this is happening.

She slows things down, somewhat unintentional, but she's also just nervous. This wasn't her plan... she does really like him... but this is stupid. Acting rashly like this is how you get pregnant or an STD.

They end up talking and making out all night. Mostly talking though. She can't stop herself from being critical of his privilege. He can't stop thinking she's beautiful. And smart. Smarter than him that's for sure. He's not sure why they're not having sex. That's what he's good at. All they're doing is talking, but she hasn't left yet...

They talk until the sun starts coming up. They get out and watch the sunrise from the bed of his truck. It's another Thunder Bay Holiday, similar to evernight, devil's night, and firenight, and Will tells her about it's history and tradition. She asks if he's not doing anything, could they spend the day together.

The tradition picks up later in the evening, so technically his morning is free. But he's never spent the day with a girl he spent the night with, even if they technically didn't sleep together.

He says yes anyway.

There's other stuff that follows the other plots of one day, but one of the things that happens is

After em graduates and goes to SF, Will texts her from wherever he's traveled to. Sometimes he's not also in the most sober condition. This time he is. He's a little lonely even though he's surrounded by people. It's early in SF (he keeps a clock on his phone that tells him the time in three place: wherever he's at, Thunder Bay, and SF), but he texts her what he's thinking anyway. She'll probably read all his nonsense when she wakes up, roll her eyes, send back an emoji and then carry on with her day. But to his surprise she's up.

He doesn't know what to say now, knowing she's paying attention. His words are so much more important now.

She tells him about thea, her roommate and all the drama surrounding her. It sounds like fun. It sounds like she enjoyed her first year away from Thunder Bay. His first year away was horrible, but he made it through. Kinda.

In fact, it's summer again. She might be home already. He asks if she'll be home for the summer. He hopes the answer is yes.

She says she and thea found an apartment to rent with some others. She'll be working in SF, but might be home sometime.

He doesn't know what to say. He wants to see her. Hates that she has to work instead of play during her time off.

She comments that she was lucky enough to get a bedroom with a good view. One of her new roommates has a view of the neighbor's brick wall.

He asks for a picture. She sends one from her bedroom window, and based on context, he can tell that the room is small. Her bed is pushed up against the window sill. He can see her knees in the picture, as if she hadn't bothered to move from where she was sitting. He now imagines her curled on her bed, sipping a cup of coffee, talking to him while watching the sunrise like she did two years ago.

He looks at that picture all the time.

Just thought you might like to know what happens when I reread the one day posts.

[ssamou]

**LOCATION:** Arcade

It doesn't take you long at all to deduce that the place written within the pretty words of Jeongguk's riddle was the arcade. It is, after all, the place you had first felt confident enough to leave a sweet kiss on his cheek and take him off guard.

You still remember his reaction; how he froze, doe eyes big with surprise and lips parted in a silent gasp. Eagerly, you continue on the place you both deem was your first date, but upon arriving you find nothing.

Confused, you head outside the building and after looking around briefly, you spot Dani standing.. right on the spot where you kissed him. She's holding an envelope in her hands and inside that envelope is another note, along with a developed photo of you with your beloved plushy that Jeongguk had won for you.

Dani speaks wearing a dark hooded cloak only showing half her face: "Hello traveler. I have a special task for you. It seems like you've gotten the dancer's clue and answered it correctly. To move to the next stage you have to find my answer next. But I know you. I'm confident you'll find it. And you'll receive your most wanted and cherished prize in the end"

*"This place holds fond memories for me, I still often think about how you kissed my cheek and made my heart skip a beat. I already liked you back then, did you know that? I was insanely attracted to you, but I was happy enough to be your friend—It felt like it was enough.. Until it wasn't.

You still keep Koobie on your bed, and while I don't really go to your dorm.. Just knowing he's there—something I won you before we even got together—still makes my heart flutter. I never thought it was possible to fall for someone as hard as I did. But I've never been happier.

You know, the only thing that could make this more perfect is if it rains. ... Did it rain? No? Darn, oh well! Continuing on with the next riddle then~ Are you having fun? I hope you are, because we only just begun."*

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

**In a place where melodies weave their tale,

Our hearts entwined, and love set sail.

Where our bodies danced to a private song,

A memory cherished, where we both belong.

In the realm of notes and intimate sound,

Our journey of love, in this haven, was found.

To unlock the next chapter, where dreams embark,

Seek this place, where we created our spark.**

You know how this works now right? Yes? Okay, then what's the answer to the riddle?

♡ 메시지 𓂃 ⋆ #koobie's scavenger hunt??

answer: the studio of your's that i used to rant to you in; but one time it got a little too warm for my heart.

admittedly she got a little lost this time around. the two of them had been around this arcade in laps for hours on hours. she lost count back then how many times they've played each individual game on repeat. it's a fun memory to keep locked in her head. how she got to spend time with the boy she's been crushing on for who knows how long. but, eventually she finds her way by the other friend that's greeted her at the embarrassing moment of her life.

chaewon made her way to her new friend she's grown to love quite quickly, a duck following quietly behind her.

the way dani talk and placed herself as if she's an npc, made her giggle. she's loving this entire situation she's been placed into and being handed yet another letter was starting to feel euphoric. just how many people did she have to go through to finally meet with her lover? he's not waiting out in the cold is he? she'd be so mad if he was.

she continues to open the letter and the confession in this one made her heart melt. that previously embarrassing moment turned into something more sweet. the more she thinks about it the more she realizes just how surprised the boy was at her kiss. it sent a small thrill through her from that small realization. who would have known that even back then, he already had feelings for her and that kiss was the start of a domino effect.

just like the others, though, the next answer was simple. the place where she opened up to him multiple times, both in her head and body. but seeing the two people standing beside her as those memories rushed through her head—she couldn't stop her ears from turning red in natural shyness.

"do you want to join the train? next up is the hybe building, i think," she tried to speak to get her mind of the place it is currently in.

[steddieworks]

finally safe for me to fall - chapter 6

hi!! finally uploading a little early for once! hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Summary: Steve takes Eddie shopping, and fun family times ensue.

Warnings for this chapter: swearing

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When Steve Harrington shops, he shops.

The whole “be ready to shop ‘till you drop thing” turns out to not be a joke, not even a little. They’re up and out of the apartment by nine, and after a nearly half-hour drive through the Saturday morning traffic, they find themselves at what Eddie considers to be a fancy mall. It’s got more high-end stores than Eddie knows the names for, but luckily, Steve doesn’t pressure him to go into a lot of those. They go into the more reasonable ones, the ones that are familiar enough that they don’t make his palms go sweaty with nerves.

All the while, the twins are there, begging to go into their favorite stores like Claire’s and the toy store, and even Gap, which Eddie thinks is atrocious. Steve promises them that they’ll go into their stores as soon as they’re finished shopping for the adults, which at first, Eddie thinks is a little mean, but then, Steve explains, “if we let them go right now, they’ll want to go get lunch and go home right after. Holding this over their head is the only way not to lose them,” he says with a quick wink. And remarkably, his tactic works.

Eddie wishes he could forget that they were there to shop for him, because somehow the knowledge just puts more pressure on him than he thinks a simple shopping trip should probably warrant. As such, he doesn’t end up picking out anything at the first two stores they walk into, and by the third, he thinks Steve is ready to call it off. Instead, he pulls Eddie to the side while the twins are looking through some kids' displays to have a short chat.

“Hey, I know it’s awkward,” he says quietly, his arm resting on Eddie’s bicep. “So, how about I take them for a little bit, you go look on your own, see if you find anything you like. We’ll meet back up in say, half an hour?”

That makes Eddie feel a little anxious, too, because some part of him desperately wants Steve’s approval before picking anything out, but he knows that’s just the stupid horny omega part of his brain, so he tells it to shut the fuck up. He agrees, and drifts slowly through the displays available, picking up a couple of things and eventually putting them back. He just feels too damn nervous to actually commit to anything, and so by the time the half-hour is up, he returns to the front of the store empty-handed.

“You didn’t find anything?” Steve asks, sounding genuinely disappointed.

Eddie shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking away. “Mm,” he hums, noncommittally.

Steve steps closer, Jasmine holding his hand and Ivy trailing behind. “I saw you carrying something for a few minutes,” he admits, nodding over to a display of t-shirts Eddie had indeed been filtering through. “Mind if I have a look over there and see if I can pick out what you liked?” He says, his voice hopeful.

And damn it, of course Eddie can’t say no to that. He shrugs, but gestures for Steve to lead the way, absentmindedly holding a hand out to Ivy as they follow behind. She latches on instantly, humming some pop song to herself as she skips along. He has to smile at her, she’s so damn cute.

“Hm…” Steve is saying, perusing the band t-shirt selection he’s stopped in front of. Eddie smirks as he watches him studying each design carefully. “You already have that one, right?” he asks, pointing to a Metallica t-shirt that Eddie does, in fact, have.

“Right,” Eddie nods. “Don’t need two of them,” he jokes.

Steve smiles, then reaches out and picks one up. It’s a Led Zeppelin shirt, one that Eddie had been eyeing, but hadn’t picked up. Steve turns to him with a triumphant little grin. “This one?” he asks, excitedly.

Eddie smirks, but shakes his head. “I mean, it’s a good shirt, but it’s not the one I had picked out.”

“Hm…” Steve says, considering. He hands Jasmine the shirt, saying, “hold this for me, honey?”

Jasmine nods, grinning over at Eddie as she takes it.

Steve scrounges around the stacks for a few more minutes, Eddie trailing off with Ivy to look at some plaid shirts that he kind of likes, and when Steve reappears at his side a few minutes later, Jasmine’s stack is three shirts heavier, and his smirk is a gorgeous thing. “Found some,” he declares.

“Did you?” Eddie asks sardonically. “What’ve you got, then, Harrington?”

The name doesn’t make Steve cringe this time. Instead, he grins, and picks up the shirt from the top of the stack, and Eddie smiles when he sees that it is the one he had picked out himself originally. “Iron Maiden,” he starts, grabbing another. “Black Sabbath - and this one is different than the one you already have, and cooler-” he picks up the third unknown, and Eddie looks at it quizzically. “This one is actually for me,” Steve admits as he holds up the Pink Floyd t-shirt. “But if you like it-”

Eddie grins at him. “I think it suits you,” he says. “And I’m not much of a Pink Floyd fan, myself.”

Steve smiles. “I figured,” he says. “Thank you, my beautiful fashion assistant,” he says to Jasmine, taking the shirts from her with a flourish. “I’ll hold them ‘till we check out. What else did you find?” Steve asks, peering around Eddie at the shirts they’re stood in front of.

Before Eddie can say anything, Ivy says, “Eddie likes this red one.”

Eddie sends her a narrowed-eye look. Traitor.

“Ah,” Steve says, reaching for the shirt. “I like it too. How about a red one and a black one, Eds?”

Eddie flushes at the nickname. He feels a little flare of uncertainty, the same kind he gets every time Steve steps over one of the boundaries Eddie has set so carefully in his mind. He doesn’t dislike it, necessarily, but that doesn’t stop him from being incredibly wary of it, too.

“Steve,” he says, quietly. “You don’t have to… I mean, I don’t really-”

“Nonsense,” Steve says flippantly. “I definitely think you could get a lot of use out of two of these, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, piling them on top of the t-shirts and turning around. “Now what about… Aha! Jeans.”

He leads their little parade over to a table of folded jeans, and Eddie feels a bit odd when Steve looks over him, clearly trying to guesstimate a size. “C’mere, hon, I need your help with this part,” he says.

Eddie sighs, but Ivy ends up dragging him forward, much to Steve’s apparent delight. He mumbles his size to Steve, mostly feigning reluctance, when actually, a small part of him is breathing a sigh of relief. This man actually wants to take care of him. For whatever reason, he wants to do this for Eddie. And Eddie wants to let him.

“Hm… You like a skinny leg, right? Or would a bootcut work alright too?” Steve asks, glancing over their options.

Eddie feels a little overcome, suddenly, with the urge to thank him for all that he’s doing. He reaches out with the hand Ivy dropped a minute ago, and squeezes Steve’s hand, halting his movement over the jeans. “Steve,” he says quietly. Steve glances up, looking surprised and so, so sweet. “Thank you, for this. Really,” Eddie tells him.

Steve just smiles back, as if this is the easiest part of his day. “It’s not a problem, Eddie,” he says lightly. “I enjoy doing this sort of thing. And if I’m pushing too much… feel free to tell me to stop, okay?”

Eddie shakes his head. “You’re not, I just… I dunno. You’re kind of the first person who's ever offered to…”

“Buy you clothes?” Steve says, his voice soft. “Well, it’s honestly not much, but it’s the least I can do, Eddie, really. Now, about the cut…” He moves seamlessly back into that side of the conversation, asking about Eddie’s preference for tightness and length and overall fit of his jeans. He manages to find two pairs that Eddie actually likes, and he adds them to the pile without further consultation. It’s a little presumptuous, maybe, but it takes the stress of the decision off of Eddie, and for that, he’s grateful.

They wrap up at that store with a trip through the socks, and Eddie finds it easy enough to slap a pack of black ones onto the pile. Steve rolls his eyes and makes a joke about the absence of color in Eddie’s life, but Eddie just smiles, thinking back to the “borrowed” sweatshirt that has now made a home under his pillow.

Steve offers to buy him a decent winter coat, but Eddie refuses, stating that his leather jacket has been through far worse than an Indianapolis winter.

“Fine,” Steve responds easily. “I’ve got several, anyway, so when you get cold, you can borrow one of those,” he says with a smug smile as he swipes his credit card.

Eddie wants to protest that, too, but only a little bit. He actually quite enjoys the idea of sharing clothes like that, of borrowing a coat that smells like Steve while he takes the girls to school on a cold morning. He doesn’t say any of that, though. Instead, he makes a joke about Steve’s preppy-professional style meeting Eddie’s grunge look.

“I dunno,” Steve says as they walk out of the store, each of them holding one of the twins’ hands, the shopping bag clutched in Steve’s right. “I think it would probably be kind of a look.” And then he winks at Eddie, as if Eddie wasn’t having enough palpitation issues today.

“Daddy, can we please go to a kid store now?” Ivy begs her father, tugging on his hand impatiently. They’ve sort of swapped since leaving the store, Jasmine now hanging off of Eddie’s arm rather than Steve’s.

Steve sighs, but glances at Eddie with a little grin. “I suppose so. Ed, you think you got everything you needed?”

Eddie nods. “More than enough, honestly,” he says quickly. “Definitely time to spend that money on someone else, I think.”

Steve laughs, but nods, leading the way to the combo Gap, the kids Gap entrance on the left and the regular Gap on the right. “Do you mind going with them, for just a minute? I need to pop over and grab something for myself, if that’s alright,” Steve says, glancing at Eddie as they walk through the doors.

“Of course,” Eddie agrees easily. “You don’t have to ask for my permission,” he says, like it’s obvious.

Steve sort of rolls his eyes, but it’s fond rather than annoyed. “I know I don’t,” he says simply. “Alright, girls, stay with your mo- with Eddie.” Steve clears his throat, doesn’t look at Eddie when Eddie looks at him. “Stay with Eddie, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

The twins nod, not noticing his slip-up. Maybe Eddie imagined it, he thinks passively as he follows the girls over to a rack of dresses. Ivy is far more interested in this rack than Jasmine is, and Eddie nudges her gently in the direction of some other outfits. “You don’t have to look at the same thing as your sister,” he says quietly.

Jasmine looks a little disbelieving, but nods, going over to peruse the folded pants and shirts, laid out conveniently on the same table for easy mix-and-match. Eddie mainly just supervises, letting them each look through whatever they want. He gives suggestions when they ask questions about what they could wear with certain things, and isn’t shy to veto things he thinks are ugly.

By the time Steve has come back, Ivy has found a new cardigan and Jasmine a new pair of pants. “How’s it going over here?” Steve asks with a smile, coming to stand beside Eddie, two more shopping bags on his arm.

Eddie reaches out as the girls are showing him their finds, taking the shopping bags from Steve nimbly. When Steve starts to protest, Eddie waves him off. “We’ll swap them back and forth,” he says, his best idea of a compromise.

Steve just smiles and shakes his head, nodding at Ivy as she explains why she thinks she needs a new dress that she found.

They end up leaving the store with another bag, full of a couple of things the twins acquired. Steve had vetoed the idea of new shoes, citing a number of shoes the girls don’t even wear as his reasoning for why. Eddie, however, had played devil’s advocate, going along with anything sparkly or glittery that the twins managed to find in the store. He’s almost positive Steve is going to lose it by the time they leave, but instead, he just gives Eddie a fond, exasperated little smile, shaking his head as they make their way to Claire’s.

“But Daddy, you said last time that we could maybe do it this time!” Ivy whines as they look through an earring stand, despite the fact that the only one with their ears pierced is Eddie.

“And I’m telling you now that this isn’t that time,” Steve says, his voice firm. “Now, if the two of you don’t drop it, we might just go home, got it?”

The twins look disappointed, but they manage to become silent at that. Eddie understands their disappointment, but he also understands Steve’s weariness to have their ears pierced. Especially at a Claire’s.

“Eddie,” Ivy says, her voice sickly sweet.

Eddie already knows what’s coming when he looks at her. She smiles at him, and he struggles to keep a straight face. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“If you were Daddy, would you let us get our ears pierced?” She asks. Sneaky, sneaky girl, that one is.

Eddie knows she’s expecting him to take her side. That’s probably why her face falls so dramatically when he says, “actually, no.”

Steve glances over at him, as if he wasn’t obviously eavesdropping, the picture of shock on his face.

“What?” Ivy asks, sounding surprised. “But why not?” She’s pouting, and Eddie is starting to understand how she’s the “problem child.”

“Well, for one, this is a Claire’s,” he says, gesturing around. “It’s safer to get piercings done at a tattoo shop, and typically cheaper, as well.”

“Oh,” Ivy says, like she hadn’t thought of that. And she hadn’t, he knows, because she’s only six.

That’s his next point. “Second of all, you guys are still little, yeah? And it hurts pretty bad, you know. So it’s probably better to wait until you’re older.”

Even Jasmine is paying attention now, her eyes wide. “Is that all?” She asks, tentative.

Eddie shares a glance with Steve, then shrugs, crouching down to look at them face-to-face. “Well, there is a third reason, and it’s the most important one.”

“What is it?” Ivy asks, sounding almost nervous.

Eddie smiles. “Thirdly… your dad said no, kiddos. That’s the most important thing, because Dad makes the choices he thinks are best for you, okay? And that overrides anything else.”

The twins look slightly disappointed, but nod in understanding. Eddie ruffles their hair as he stands again, going to look at earrings for himself, just to see if he finds anything that he likes.

A minute later, a warm hand comes to rest on his lower back. “Thank you,” Steve says quietly. “For how you handled that.”

Eddie shrugs, picking up a pack of earrings that are shaped to look like sharks are biting the earlobe when they’re worn. He smiles at that. “No problem,” he says to Steve. “Just doing my job.”

Steve mumbles something that sounds like “… more than that,” but Eddie doesn’t get the chance to ask him to repeat it. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing? By not letting them get their ears pierced?”

At that, Eddie turns to look at him, surprised. “Well… that’s not really for me to say,” he says carefully.

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t- I want your opinion. Do you think I’m doing the right thing?”

Eddie feels a little flustered, and isn’t sure he wants to answer. “I… why does it matter what I think?” He can’t help but ask, fiddling with the handle of a shopping bag that’s digging into his wrist.

Steve reaches out, takes the bags out of Eddie’s hands. “Because,” he says slowly, “I care about your opinion. Especially when it comes to the kids. What do you think?” His eyes are genuine, and his voice is just distraught enough that Eddie knows he means it.

Shrugging, feeling a bit awkward, Eddie glances around at the twins, who are now looking at necklaces. “I think you’re trying to do the right thing,” he says carefully. “And I don’t think there’s a right or wrong answer to it, anyway. I think that you’re trying to let them wait until they’re old enough to make an informed decision, and that sounds reasonable to me.”

“Okay,” Steve nods. “So, what would you do?”

“What?” Eddie asks, surprised at the question.

“What would you do? If you were their mom, would you let them go ahead and have it done?” Steve asks.

Hearing it like that, even the hypothetical of being their mom and what all that would entail, makes Eddie’s heart race. “I… I don’t know,” he says quietly. “I think… I think maybe I’d give them some kind of compromise. Like… like, if you’re still asking for them when you’re eight, then you can get them pierced. That sort of thing. So it’s not just an overnight, snap decision.”

Steve nods slowly, looking thoughtful. “That’s actually… That’s really smart, Eddie.”

Eddie gives him a sheepish grin. “That’s what I’m here for,” he jokes.

“It is, actually,” Steve says confidently as he follows Eddie over to the other earring display. “I trust your opinion on things like this, a lot.”

It takes a lot for Eddie to not laugh incredulously. Instead, he just shakes his head. “I don’t know why you would. I’m new at all this, remember?” He asks quietly.

“Right,” Steve says, tilting his head to look at where the twins are standing a few feet away, perusing the bracelets. “But you’re a natural. No, I’m serious,” he says when Eddie laughs. “So far you’ve been great with them, and have shown nothing but amazing maternal instincts.”

Eddie thinks his cheeks are probably a bit flushed with the compliment. “Well,” he mumbles. “Thanks, I guess.”

Steve smiles at him, then wanders back over to his daughters with nothing more than a little, “you’re welcome.”

And even though the conversation ends there, Eddie thinks about what Steve said for hours.

~~~

When the twins have finally had enough of shopping and eating the less-than-savory mall food-court food, Steve decides it’s time to head home. They make an adorable little entourage, Eddie thinks as they head to the car, each of them with a twin hanging off one hand. Steve unlocks the beemer and gives what Eddie is starting to realize is the standard warning: “wipe your feet off, girls,” before they climb in. It’s not a particularly new car, probably about six or seven years old, if Eddie had to guess, but Steve treats it like it’s his most prized possession, aside from his daughters.

“Alright, what sort of music are we in the mood for, kiddos?” Steve says as he fiddles with the radio a few minutes later. Eddie sits back and watches him, fondness seeping into his chest as Steve changes stations and looks for something he likes. “Any requests?” Steve says quietly, and it takes him glancing his way for Eddie to realize it was directed at him.

“Oh, um,” Eddie starts, awkwardly. “Uh, no. I don’t think you guys would like my music recommendations,” he says, trying to hide a smile.

“You listen to metal, right?” Steve asks, finally settling on a station that is blasting ABBA. Eddie grins, hiding it against his hand as he turns to look out the window as they start the drive. He honestly doesn’t know why Steve doesn’t just connect his phone to the car’s radio, but it’s endearing that he genuinely enjoys radio hits all the same.

“I do,” Eddie says, remembering that Steve had asked him a question. “Or else I’d definitely be a poser, with those shirts you just bought me,” he jokes.

Steve grins. “I think that makes me the poser. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t think the shop lady would’ve believed for a second that I was buying them for myself.”

Eddie laughs at that, because he’s probably right. “Yeah. Hey,” he says softly, reaching out and nudging Steve’s arm gently. “Thank you, again.” He smiles at him, a little embarrassed still, but very, very grateful. “I really appreciate you doing that for me.”

Steve smiles, but barely glances at him. Instead he reaches out and pats Eddie’s hand where it’s fallen on the console between them. “Of course, hon. I don’t mind it at all. I like buying clothes,” he grins. His mouth twitches a little then, and he gives Eddie a fleeting look, something like embarrassment on his face. “I should probably tell you before we get home, but, um… I got you a couple other things, when I went into the Gap earlier.”

Eddie blinks. That’s not what he was expecting him to say. “Oh. You did?” He feels stupid being surprised; obviously he did, or else he wouldn’t have said so.

“I did,” Steve nods. “And if you don’t like something, I can take it back. I just… I dunno, I figured there were a few other things you might need that you didn’t ask for. Is that… is that okay?”

It’s not until then that Eddie realizes Steve’s hand is still resting atop his own. He looks down at their hands as he flips his own over, slotting his fingers into the spaces inbetween Steve’s. “More than okay,” he says, trying not to sound as emotional as he feels all of a sudden. “I… thank you. Really.”

He doesn’t think anyone has ever cared about him like this. And sure, Steve’s probably just doing it because Eddie is an investment, and he wants to make sure he keeps his nanny secured, but if that is the case… he really doesn’t make it feel like that. He makes it feel like he really cares about Eddie, like he enjoys taking care of him this way. And Eddie just… isn’t sure what to do with that. How do you thank someone who does that much for you? Eddie decides right then that he needs to think of a way.

Steve just smiles at him from the driver seat, squeezing his hand in lieu of accepting the gratitude. He glances into the rearview mirror to check on the twins, who have been chattering softly for the whole drive so far, and Eddie’s heart warms up all over again as he turns the music up and prompts them to sing along. It’s not his favorite music, but not his least favorite either, and the sight of Steve singing and dancing along to this annoying pop music with his daughters as they smile and giggle is a sight that he thinks he could really get used to.

And the part where Steve doesn’t let go of his hand for the rest of the drive isn’t bad, either.

~~~

“Pizza sound okay for tonight?”

The words out of Steve’s mouth surprise Eddie just enough that he actually pauses mid-jacket-removal. “What?” he asks, feeling a little… odd. Isn’t that his whole job? Why does Steve have to order take-out? Oh god, he doesn’t like my cooking, Eddie thinks, already halfway to a full-blown panic. What if-

“Well, it is technically your day off. And I’ve been craving pizza anyway. Is that alright?” Steve watches him, his fingers tapping an off-beat rhythm on the counter.

Eddie nearly sighs with relief. So it’s not his cooking. Thank god. “Oh, sure. But I really don’t mind cooking, if-”

Steve shakes his head before he’s even finished the sentence. “No, really, Eddie, it’s okay. What toppings do you want on your pizza?” He’s already pulling out his phone to order, and Eddie resigns himself to his pizza-flavored fate. Not like it’s really such a hardship, but still.

“I’ll eat anything that doesn’t eat me,” Eddie jokes, before backpedaling. “Well, except mushrooms. Those things kind of gross me out.”

“Good to know,” Steve says with an adorable little grin. “I don’t like them either. How about just a regular pepperoni?”

Eddie nods, going to the refrigerator to grab a drink. “Yeah, that’s fine. Will the twins be alright with that?”

“I can get them a cheese pizza,” Steve says with a wave. “Alright, all done. Should be here in a little less than an hour.”

“Nice,” Eddie says. He feels a little awkward, sipping his coke in the silence of the room. The twins were cleaning up their room, or that’s what they’re supposed to be doing at least, so it’s odd to be left alone with Steve like this, with nothing really to do to distract himself.

“Do you want to see the other things I got you?” Steve asks suddenly, turning and giving Eddie a shy little smile.

Eddie nods, returning the smile easily. “Of course,” he says, following Steve into the lounge, where they’d dropped off the shopping bags earlier.

Steve goes straight for the bags from the Gap, handing them to Eddie and sitting down on the arm of the chair, his eyes bright. “Go ahead,” he gestures. “I wanna know what you think.”

“I’m a little nervous,” Eddie admits with a laugh as he looks into the first bag. It’s a lot of black, luckily, and he has to smile at Steve, impressed that he knows him so well. “Well, you’ve definitely got the color scheme right,” he jokes.

Steve grins. “Oh, you think that now,” he teases. Eddie suddenly fears what he might find in the other bag. “Well, take them out!” Steve says, practically bouncing in his seat.

Eddie laughs at his excitement. “This feels like Christmas,” he says, taking out something soft and fuzzy from the top of the stack.

“Pft, at Christmas the presents will be wrapped,” he says. “And nicer,” he tacks on.

Eddie pretends he doesn’t feel a weird twist in his tummy at that. At the very suggestion that he’ll still be here in December, that he’ll be around to be a part of the Harrington Christmas. God, he hopes he is.

He holds up the sweater, smiling down at it as he looks it over. “Okay, this is so freaking nice. This might literally be the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” Eddie gushes, rubbing a hand over the soft fuzz. “Here, feel!” he says, holding it out to Steve.

Steve has a fond look on his face. “I have,” he laughs, even as he reaches out to feel it again. “I thought it was pretty nice. And I've heard that omegas like soft, fuzzy things. I figured… I dunno, I guess I wanted to give you a few comfort things.” He’s flushing all the way down his neck, and Eddie loves how red he looks.

“Thank you,” Eddie says, dropping his voice into something deliberately gentle.

Steve just nods, pointing to the bag. “There’s a couple more things in there,” he says.

Eddie folds the sweater and sets it to the side before digging into the bag for the next surprise. The next thing he pulls out is another soft item, but this time it’s a hoodie. It’s black, like the sweater, and plain. It’s softer than any hoodie Eddie has probably ever owned, and he glances over at Steve with a smile. “This is super nice,” he says, poking his fingers through one sleeve to feel the soft fleece of the inside.

Steve smiles right back at him. “I know it’s kind of boring-looking, but all the others said “gap” in big, bold letters, and I didn’t figure that was the style you wanted to rep,” he says with a grin.

It makes Eddie laugh; he really can’t picture himself wearing something like that, Steve’s right. “Very true,” he says before folding the hoodie and setting it aside as well. He reaches into the bag for the last thing, which he finds to be a pajama set. The pants are black plaid and fleece, and the shirt is a long-sleeved black t-shirt. He glances up at Steve, quirking an eyebrow in a semblance of a question.

Bringing a hand up to rub at his neck sheepishly, Steve shrugs. “I noticed that you typically don’t change out of your jeans in the evenings, so I figured you’re probably a little low on pajamas.”

Eddie’s touched at just how much Steve really does notice about him, and he’s a little bit too obsessed with the idea that Steve is actually, really paying attention to him. “Thank you,” he says softly, letting a little more of that genuinity seep into his voice.

Steve shrugs, gesturing to the other bag with a smile. “There’s a couple more things,” he says.

Eddie collects the re-folded items and returns them to the first bag before picking up the second one. It’s a bit bulkier, Eddie’s surprised to find, so he’s a little weary about what he’s about to find in it. As soon as he opens it, he immediately lets out a little theatrical groan. “Oh, the color! It’s blinding me!” he wails, bringing a hand to his eyes in the most dramatic, theatre-kid way possible.

Steve giggles, kicking his feet out like a carefree little kid. “I know, the horror,” he jokes.

“At least they’re not neon,” Eddie amends playfully as he reaches into the bag and pulls out the first thing. It’s a dark green t-shirt, something plain and simple, and he finds two more just like it, one a dark navy blue, and one a dark gray. The next thing he finds is a pair of black sweatpants, and when he looks at Steve, the other man shrugs, and Eddie marvels at the little patch of pink on his jaw.

“I figured you needed some lounging clothes,” he says simply. “It can’t be comfortable to just wear jeans all the time.”

Eddie smiles at him. “You’re right, but it’s called fashion, buddy, so you probably wouldn’t understand,” he simpers playfully, tossing a curl over his shoulder.

Steve outright cackles at that. “Right, of course, my apologies,” he grins.

High on the joy of the playful ribbing, Eddie reaches into the bag for the last couple of items. One of them is a black henley shirt, and Eddie decides immediately that it’s probably his favorite of all the new things. The last item in the bag is the most glaringly colorful. It’s a deep, almost blood-red, and upon further inspection, it’s actually a very nice button-down. Eddie’s brows furrow, because honestly, he’s never needed something quite this nice, and doesn’t entirely know what he’d need it for now.

“I figured maybe you needed a nice shirt,” Steve says, his voice quieter. When Eddie looks at him, he’s not returning the gaze, instead his eyes trained on the shirt itself. “When they do the parent-teacher conferences at the twins’ school, or if you and the girls accompany me to a work event, or if you go on a date or something…” The last words come out in a rush, and leave Eddie with a flush almost as vivid as the shirt clutched in his now-clammy hands.

“Er, right,” Eddie says, struggling to keep his voice even. It should be illegal, Eddie thinks, to hear Steve talk about Eddie going on a date when he’s not actually asking him on one. “Thank you,” Eddie forces himself to say again, at the risk of sounding annoyingly redundant. “I… I really can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am to you for all this.”

Steve shakes his head. “Eddie, really, it’s fine. I… you don’t have to keep thanking me, okay? You’re…” he flushes, briefly squeezing his eyes shut, but then seems to force the words out anyway. “You’re basically a part of my pack now, alright? And I’m more than happy to take care of you, however I can. Okay?”

There’s a slight… shift in his voice, one that Eddie only barely catches on the last few words. His gaze flicks up to meet Steve’s, a little disappointed to see Steve already rising from the chair, the moment of… whatever it was, suddenly shattered. “Right,” Eddie says softly. He wants to say something else, and the more depraved part of his brain wants to say something sort of unhinged, but instead he just collects his bags. “I’m going to put these away,” he says.

Steve nods. “Do you want any help?”

Eddie considers it for a minute, he really does. How sweetly domestic it would be to put clothes away together like that. But then reality kicks in and he shakes his head. “No, I’ve got it.” He needs to stop letting himself get into these fantasies in his head of what life would be like if he and Steve were more than just… well, employer and employee.

The glaring reality of it slaps him in the face as he leaves the living room, and he swallows hard at the realization. Whatever weird, school-girl-esque crush he’s suddenly harboring for Steve needs to stop, and it needs to stop now. It’s completely inappropriate to feel attracted to his employer, especially given the scope of the situation. He decides right then and there that he’s going to try and do better, have harder boundaries, draw lines that can’t be crossed, stop thinking about Steve so much. It’s foolishness, is all it is, and he’s no fool.

Resolved, Eddie settles about completing his task, filling his brain with thoughts that are entirely safe and blessedly free of Steve.

~~~

By the time he gets finished putting away his clothes, the twins have finished cleaning their room, and the pizza is waiting in the kitchen. Steve is humming and nodding along to their animated chatter as he goes about getting each of them a plate, and Eddie has to pause for just a second in the doorway to smile at the scene. But then, Ivy spots him lurking and drags him into their conversation, and he feels a slight flush when Steve glances over at him.

“Eddie, can you tell Daddy that we’ve been so good this week, so that we can get extra dessert?” Ivy asks, batting her eyelashes sweetly.

Eddie hides his grin with a cough, moving around Steve to grab drinks for everyone. “Hm… I don’t know about all that,” he says with a light, teasing voice. “Are you sure you’ve been good?”

Ivy lets out a squawk of protest, and Eddie revels in the weird sound. It’s definitely something he would do himself, and he loves just how weird and perfect these kids are. “I was so good!” she says defensively.

Jasmine gives Eddie an innocent look. “I was even better than Ivy, actually,” she says coyly, giggling when her sister swats at her in protest.

“Ivy, don’t hit-”

“Honey, keep your hands-”

Eddie startles a little, and stops to stare at Steve. They’d spoken over each other, and both of them grin sheepishly at the other. “Er, sorry,” Eddie says with a deep flush. He looks down at the juice he’s pouring, sliding the cups over to the twins and actively pretending that he’s not at all bothered by the look he can feel Steve giving him.

“No, it’s fine,” Steve says, his voice soft. “I don’t mind it at all.”

“Just instinct, now, I guess,” Eddie mumbles as he hands Steve a glass of coke.

In exchange, Steve slides a plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza over. “Good instincts,” he says with a little grin. He turns that smile to his daughters then, and Eddie watches helplessly as he leans against the counter, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You know what I think we should do tonight?” he says in a conspiratorial voice.

“Eat lots of ice cream?” Ivy tries.

Steve snorts. “No,” he says. “I think we should play some board games!”

Eddie almost expects them to be disappointed, as most kids actually enjoy doing things more exciting than board games, but as always, they surprise him.

“Yes!” They say in almost-unison.

“Can we play Monopoly?” Jasmine asks, bouncing in her seat. Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen her this excited.

“No, Pictionary!” Ivy says, louder as always. “Daddy, please? We’ve actually got four people now, that’s enough for teams!”

“Er…” Steve says, glancing back at Eddie with an uncertain look. “I dunno if Eddie wants to play, guys.”

The twins make matching sounds of disappointment, and although he didn’t really see himself being any good at a board game, he definitely didn’t want to disappoint anybody. “I’d love to play,” he says with a smile.

“Really?” Jasmine asks, her eyes gleaming.

Eddie shrugs. “Sure, sounds fun.”

The girls cheer and immediately start arguing the logistics about teams and who will play with who, which Eddie just shakes his head at. Beside him, Steve taps the counter to get his attention.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hi.” Eddie smiles.

“You don’t have to play, if you don’t want to. I know this is supposed to be your day off and we just keep dragging you into everything, so-”

“Steve,” Eddie stops him with a gentle hand on his arm. He curses himself for allowing the touch, but he can’t help it. “I want to. I haven’t played board games in forever, so I’ll probably be terrible at it, but I’d love to play them with you guys, okay?”

Steve looks slightly relieved, and his lips twitch up into a small smile. “Okay. I think Pictionary is probably going to win, since Monopoly takes forever.”

Eddie shrugs. “That sounds good to me. I don’t really know how to play, but you guys can teach me.”

“Yeah,” Steve says with a nod. “We will.”

He looks pleased as he turns to eat his pizza and talk to his daughters, who are little balls of excitement as they tell them their masterplan. Eddie will be on a team with Jasmine at first, with Steve on Ivy’s team, and after a few rounds, they’ll swap, with Ivy and Eddie against Jasmine and Steve. Steve immediately slips into gentle trash-talking, and Eddie smiles and giggles into his pizza as he watches the whole exchange.

Normally, a situation like this would make him feel like an outsider. Right now, it just makes him feel… content.

After everyone has finished their pizza, the twins head to the lounge while Steve goes to find the materials for Pictionary. Eddie is instructed to sit with the twins and let them give him the rundown of the game, and within two minutes he realizes that that is definitely the most chaotic option. Both of them are trying to explain different parts of the game, and between the two of them all he learns is that you have to draw pictures. Which, to be fair, he could have probably already deduced that from the name.

“Alright, are you guys ready?” Steve asks as he returns, the game box in one hand and a decent sized whiteboard in the other. When Eddie gives him a curious look, he shrugs. “We like to be a little dramatic with it,” he admits sheepishly.

Eddie grins. “I can tell.” He watches as Steve goes about setting up the whiteboard on an easel that had been shoved in the corner by the entertainment center. Eddie had just assumed that maybe Steve was a hobby painter or something, but when he brings it closer, he can’t see any evidence of paint, so it must only serve this one purpose.

“Alright, girls,” Steve says once he’s finally got everything situated. “Rock, paper, scissors to decide whose team is going first,” he says before going to sit beside Eddie on the sofa. He leans closer while he watches them do a best three-out-of-five, a smile tugging at his lips. “So, whoever goes first will pick one person on their team to go up and pull a card and draw whatever is on it. You’re supposed to only have thirty seconds, but I’m a pushover, so I give them a full minute,” he explains, giving a little sheepish smile. “We do one point per correct guess, and we usually do five rounds for each team before we swap teammates. Technically, there’s a whole board thing as well, but we never do that. We just go down the list of items on one card until we’re done with it.”

Eddie nods. This explanation, no offense to the twins, makes much more sense. “Sounds simple enough,” he says. He’s quite confident in his artistic abilities, but Steve gives him a sly look that has him second-guessing himself.

“Yeah, you think that now,” he teases. “Wait until they get up there with a marker and draw some of the most incomprehensible shit you’ve ever seen in your life.”

And of course, Eddie can’t help but laugh at that. He nods, easily accepting his fate of confusion. Before he can try to come up with anything clever to respond with, the twins announce that Ivy’s team will be going first. Eddie glances at Steve with a smile. “You’re up,” he says, gesturing to the whiteboard with a sardonic little wave.

Steve rolls his eyes but stands. “Alright. You two keep time for us when it’s our go, and we’ll keep track when it’s your turn. You want me to draw first, Ive?” he asks his daughter, grabbing the dry erase marker off the coffee table.

Ivy nods, and goes to sit on the armchair directly across from the whiteboard. Jasmine joins Eddie on the couch, scooting in close beside him, and he smiles, reaching up to ruffle her hair. She grins up at him, and then they’re turning to watch as Steve selects his first card.

“Uh… okay,” he announces. He looks perplexed already, and Eddie tries to stifle his amusement. “So we’re starting with the miscellaneous category,” he starts. He nods to himself, shoves the card in his back pocket, and looks at Ivy. “Okay, it’s a person/place/animal.”

Ivy’s already on the edge of her seat, nodding. “Got it,” she says.

Jasmine grabs the minute-hourglass, waiting until Steve’s marker touches the board before she flips it over.

Steve warned Eddie about the twins drawing some incomprehensible shit… but five seconds in and Eddie’s wondering if he should’ve lumped himself in that category, too. He’s drawing some squiggly lines in the shape of what Eddie thinks might be an animal, but it’s so genuinely chaotic that he’s not actually sure until Steve gives the poor thing eyes.

Ivy is already yelling out guesses frantically. “A horse! Cow! Sheep! Llama!”

“Ah!” Steve shouts, turning and then shaking his head. “Er, no. Close!”

“Alpaca?” She asks, tilting her head as she stares at his drawing in confusion.

Steve shakes his head rather vigorously. “No, no. Go back!”

“Sheep?”

“About thirty seconds left!” Jasmine calls, sounding all-too thrilled.

Steve groans, shaking his head and turning back to the board. “Okay, hang on,” he says. He adds what Eddie is pretty sure is supposed to be a collar, exaggerates the curls around what might be long floppy ears, and-

“Poodle!” Ivy screams, just a few seconds before the sand runs out.

“Yes!” Steve shouts. He erases the board and recaps the marker before going to give her a high-five. “Well done, honey.” He grins smugly as he turns and hands the marker over to Eddie. “So, do you get the gist?” he asks.

Eddie nods and stands. “Yeah, I think so,” he says. He gives Jasmine a smile. “We’ve got this, don’t we, Jazz?”

She nods, sitting up straight and tall as she watches him pull a card. He skims it, then grimaces at the very top word.

“Okay,” he says slowly. He’s not super excited about this one. “So, it’s an object. Um… Do I just…”

Steve nods encouragingly. “Yep, we’ll start the timer whenever you start drawing.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, as if he’s about to be graded on his artistic ability or something, and begins to draw. But, the thing is, he’s never drawn a flute, so he’s almost positive he’s doing a shitty job, making something long and cylindrical with vague little circles on the top of it.

“Um,” Jasmine says from somewhere behind him. She sounds confused. “Is it… a belt?”

Eddie shakes his head. He decides to go for it and draw a person, but it’s weird since he drew the flute first.

“Uh… a popsicle? Corn dog?”

“No!” Eddie laughs. “It’s… Okay, here.” He draws some music notes coming out the end of it, but she just gives him a blank stare. It occurs to him, vaguely, that the kid probably has no idea what a flute even is.

“Time’s up!” Ivy calls gleefully.

“It’s a flute, right?” Steve asks, smiling at Eddie.

Eddie nods, hanging his head in mild embarrassment that Jasmine couldn’t guess it. Maybe his art skills really were lacking. “Yeah,” he admits.

“What’s a flute?” Jasmine asks, crinkling her nose.

Oh. Well, being right the first time definitely makes Eddie feel better.

“It’s an instrument,” he explains, handing Ivy the marker and going to sit beside Jasmine. “You play it like this.” He holds his hands up and mimics the movements of a flutist, making funny little trilling noises with his mouth as he does, which seems to delight her and Ivy both.

“Were you in band in school?” Steve asks, looking like he’s actually interested in the answer.

“Uh,” Eddie laughs awkwardly, bringing a hand up to rub at his neck. “Yeah, for a little bit.” He’s not sure why he’s embarrassed about it, exactly. There’s nothing particularly wrong with being in band, but maybe he’s become a little pretentious in recent years, going from being in band to being in a band. There’s definitely a difference in the level of coolness, he thinks.

“What did you play?” Steve asks as Ivy pulls a new card out of the box.

At least this isn’t entirely embarrassing to admit to. “I was on the drum line.”

Somehow, Steve actually looks… impressed by this. Or at least, his expression is close enough to surprise that Eddie can pretend that’s what it is. “Really? I thought you just played guitar.”

Eddie shrugs. “Well, I’m probably a little rusty on the drums now, and being on drum line is a little different than, like, a full kit, you know?”

Steve gives him a sheepish smile. “I don’t, actually, but both sound pretty cool to me.”

And Eddie can’t help the way he preens at that. Before he can say something else though, Ivy interrupts them. “Guys,” she whines. “It’s my turn to go!”

“Right, go ahead, sweetheart,” Steve says with a smile, focusing all his attention on her. “What’s the category?”

Ivy squints at the word on the card, then tucks it in her pocket. “It’s a person/place/animal,” she announces.

Steve nods, claps his hands together. “Alright, ready when you are.”

Ivy turns to the board and begins drawing, and Eddie thinks he’s probably not the only one who’s a little confused. It looks like an animal of some sort, but-

“Oh! A fish!” Steve blurts, clearly excited.

Ivy shakes her head. “No, no, it’s-”

“You can’t tell him!” Jasmine intervenes.

Eddie tilts his head, studying the drawing more, trying to see it through the lens of an aquatic creature. She goes back to add something else, a fin, and-

“Shark!” Steve shouts, nearly coming out of his seat. “Is it? It’s a shark, right?”

Ivy nods, bouncing excitedly as she recaps the marker. “Yep!”

Steve is grinning when Ivy walks by him, holding her hand out for a high-five. “Alright, way to go, bug!” he says before turning to give Eddie a smug look. “That’s two against none, guys,” he announces.

Eddie snorts. He never would’ve imagined Steve as someone this competitive, but he can’t deny how adorable it is. But, two can play at this game. “Yeah, for now,” he challenges playfully. He nudges Jasmine, giving her an encouraging smile. “Are you ready?” he asks her.

Jasmine nods, but looks a little nervous as she goes to grab a card. She skims it closely, then nods to herself. She tucks the card away before turning to look at Eddie. “It’s an object,” she says before turning resolutely to the whiteboard.

Eddie loves the conviction, but when she starts drawing, he’s immediately lost. “Uh… a hat?”

Jasmine lets out a long suffering sigh, shaking her head. She turns back to the board and adds a few more lines and-

“A hamburger!” Eddie cheers, jumping up just like Steve had done. He gets it now, the sheer thrill of guessing something as inconsequential as a terrible drawing. Jasmine cheers with him, coming over to give him a high-five for guessing it correctly. “Great job, Jazz, that’s the most beautiful hamburger I’ve ever seen,” he praises her with a grin as she goes to sit, sticking her tongue out at her father and sister as she goes.

Steve rolls his eyes good-naturedly, a matching grin on his face. “Well done, but we’re still a point ahead,” he says, puffing his chest.

Eddie shares an unimpressed look with Jasmine. “Well, not for long, Harrington. We’re catching up, so you two better watch out!”

“Oh, we’re so scared,” Steve taunts right back, nudging Ivy playfully.

The twins pitch in on the playful trash talking, and Eddie has to take a moment to marvel at how… how happy he is. He loves this little family already, and feeling included like this… it means the world to him. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever truly be able to convey that to Steve though, so instead, he levels him with a smirk. “Game on, buddy.”

~~~

It’s over an hour later, and they’ve switched teams so that Ivy is now on Eddie’s side and Jasmine is on Steve’s. Steve had announced that they would only be doing five rounds each before bedtime, and as much as Eddie is enjoying the playful competition, it’s definitely late, and the girls are definitely getting tired.

“Alright, Ivy, last go. Come on. We need this point to beat the others,” Eddie coaches, slapping his knees as he talks like that’ll do anything to encourage her. Steve snorts from somewhere to the side, which Eddie pointedly ignores. Sore winner.

She giggles, pulling a card. “Okay, okay,” she says. She scans the word, an excited look taking over her face. “Oh! This is an easy one! It’s an object.”

“Perfect. Pencils up, picasso.”

Ivy grabs the marker and starts drawing while Jasmine flips the sand timer on the table. Eddie watches closely as she draws… a bunch of lines?

“Uh. A barcode?” He asks, trying to sound more confident than he feels.

Ivy shakes her head, draws a line underneath the other lines, and then one on top. She turns to look at him like that’s it, and he’s - he’s a little lost.

“Uh… a prison cell? Like the bars? Jail?” He tries, running through all the possible ways that could be phrased on the card.

“No!” Ivy whines. She points at the board in exasperation. “It’s- hang on.” She returns to the board, erases the middle section, and draws… a face?

“What in the…” Eddie mumbles, even more confused than before. “It just looks like a prison!”

Jasmine is cackling beside him, but Eddie is genuinely distraught. Ivy smacks her hand over her face in a very dramatic, Steve-esque move, and Eddie can’t even lament over how cute that is before Jasmine is calling, “time!”

“Ugh,” Ivy groans, all but throwing the marker down in defeat.

“What was it?” Eddie asks, still staring at her… creation.

“A baby crib!” she announces, like it’s obvious. “With the little bars to keep ‘em in there? And that was the baby!”

And… that makes sense, now that she’s explained it. He gets the vision.

But of course his omega brain has to go and make himself sad.

“Oh,” he says quietly, still staring at the drawing. He feels a longing, then, a longing for a life he won’t get to have. This is close, and this is good, but he wants… he wants-

“Alright, girls, time for bed,” Steve announces, standing from his chair. “Let’s put everything up, and then it’s time to brush teeth and go to sleep.”

They whine, predictably, but do as Steve asks, each of them helping put the cards and things back in the box before handing it to Steve to go put back in the board game cabinet. Steve glances at Eddie as he walks past, a soft, sympathetic smile on his lips.

Eddie looks away.

“C’mon, let’s go brush our teeth,” he tells the girls woodenly.

If they notice something off about him, they don’t say, and just follow him into the bathroom, where they each find their own toothbrush and toothpaste and brush side-by-side, like the sweethearts they are. Eddie hangs out by the door and critiques them, reminding them to brush the backs of their teeth and their tongues before they are finished. Ivy’s rinsing her toothbrush off while Jasmine grabs her hairbrush when Eddie feels a hand on his waist.

“Do you want to go ahead and go to bed? I’ll tuck them in,” Steve offers, and dammit, Eddie wishes he wasn’t so perceptive.

Eddie shakes his head anyway. “No, I can do it,” he says, sending Steve a poor excuse of a smile.

Steve just nods, doesn’t acknowledge the undoubtedly pained look on Eddie’s face. He’s grateful for that, doesn’t know what he would do if Steve did say something else right now. “Alright, let’s go, girls.”

They corral them into their bedroom, each of them tucking in a kid and giving them a goodnight kiss before they swap. This is one of Eddie’s favorite daily routines at the Harrington home, one that he knows he’ll miss when they get older, or when he leaves - whichever happens first.

“Goodnight, girls. I love you,” Steve says before closing the bedroom door. He turns, comes face-to-face with Eddie, and offers him a small, knowing smile. “Let’s go have a drink.”

~~~

Eddie doesn’t argue with him this time. He accepts the small glass of wine that Steve pours for him, and they’re essentially splitting about a cup between the two of them. It’s not enough to do anything, but Eddie recognizes it as an excuse to talk alone, away from any listening ears.

“Are you alright?” Steve asks after a moment or so of silence. He’s standing beside the bar, while Eddie occupies the barstool at the end. They’re within touching distance, but Eddie knows neither one of them will breach it.

Eddie shrugs. “I’m fine.” He doesn’t meet Steve’s eyes, forcing himself to be as neutral as possible, lest he realize he’s lying.

“I could tell the baby crib thing bothered you earlier,” Steve says softly, no trace of judgment in his voice.

“It didn’t,” Eddie lies.

Steve frowns, but like the saint he is, he doesn’t push. “Well, either way. I’m glad you decided to play with us. The girls had the best time.” He leans against the counter so Eddie doesn’t have much of a choice but to look up at his smiling face.

Eddie returns the smile. “I did too. Even if all of you are horrible artists,” he teases lightly.

Steve rolls his eyes and finishes his wine. “We can’t all be multi-talented and creative, Eddie. Some of us are just mere mortals.”

And Eddie can’t help but blush a little at the sweetness of that compliment, even wrapped in sarcasm as it is. “Could never be me,” Eddie teases back. It feels like… well, flirting. That’s exactly what it feels like.

“Maybe you’ll rub off on us,” Steve says. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d call the look on his face a smirk, but before he can discern it, Steve is turning away, rinsing out their wine glasses. “We should probably go to bed,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Eddie nods. His head is swimming, and it has nothing to do with the scant amount of alcohol he’s had. “Yeah,” he agrees quietly.

Before he can get up to move, Steve steps closer, and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. Steve’s hand comes up to cradle the back of Eddie’s head gently, and then he ducks in and -

-and kisses Eddie’s head. It’s just a soft, barely-there press of lips, but it makes Eddie want to swoon. “I’m sorry you got upset earlier,” he murmurs against his hair. He pulls back just a bit, smiling down at Eddie, crinkles surrounding his hazel eyes. “You can talk to me about anything, you know. You’re… you’re part of our family now, okay? So don’t… you don’t have to hide everything that bothers you, not from me.”

And god. Eddie was doing so well bottling up his burgeoning feelings for the other man, and then he had to go and say some shit like this. How the fuck was Eddie supposed to act normal about that?

He tries, anyway. “Thanks,” he whispers, ducking his head bashfully. This isn’t like him, it really isn’t. A crush will do that to a person, he reckons.

Steve ruffles his hair sweetly before pulling away altogether. “Goodnight, Eddie. Sweet dreams.”

Eddie watches him leave the room, a soft, “goodnight,” slipping out after he’s already made it out of the kitchen.

He thunks his head down on the kitchen counter with a sigh.

Fuck.

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11 and 17 for Kimber!

Also entirely separate thing, but I hope when the whole “Fall of Kamino” arc happens and Crosshair reveals that he had his chip removed a long time ago — and then he has the audacity to ask “does it matter?” When Hunter asks when he got it removed — Kimber throws up her hands and just screams “YES!!! THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ‘DOES IT MATTER”?!” Because that was me. That was me at that moment and to this day I’m STILL so confused about it. Like. What??? Crosshair it makes a BIG difference in terms of when you got your chipped removed. Bro. Dude. My man. You tried to kill your brothers multiple times. Then you say “I had my chip removed a long time ago,” refuse to elaborate when, and then are so hurt when they train guns on you whenever you hold a gun and don’t trust you. Crosshair, your a great character and I love you, but Hell frozen on a popsicle stick. You can’t just try to kill your brothers (multiple times), try to kill your sister (who was a kid at the time, and again, multiple times), follow the empire when they’re doing some of the most unethical stuff you saw separatists doing, disabuse your family of the belief that it was mind control that was making you do this, refuse to elaborate when the mind control wasn’t a thing, leave them wondering how many times you DID have the chip removed and still tried to kill them, and expect them to be like “aite, sounds good homie. Let’s go join the living and political embodiment of ‘these hoes ain’t loyal’ and help it kill a bunch of innocents and ruin lives, because screw finding our own purpose and doing what we want. Which is like — what being a Bad Batcher is about — but we can always rebrand. Also let’s ditch the literal child that we’ve been raising as our family too. Yep. Sounds sane and normal to us.”

I apologize for that tangent. TLDR; I hope Kimber goes off on Crosshair a bit after the whole “I had my chip removed a long time ago” thing because in my honest, humble opinion: someone should have. Bro was making no sense and then felt betrayed when his squad felt betrayed, hurt, and confused. Not to say Crosshair hasn’t suffered or anything, but he just didn’t seem to consider his family’s point of view.

Okay, for real, my dear anon...this isn't really a huge spoiler, honestly, but OHMYGOSH, I LITERALLY HAVE SOMETHING JUST LIKE THAT ALREADY PLANNED!!! 😆 Hell, I'm pretty sure I have the dialogue already written and I've had it for probably over a year or so now. Cuz I feel the same, I remember being with Hunter in that scene and just thinking, "YES!! OF COURSE IT MATTERS, YOU ASSHOLE!!" And yeah, with how her relationship is with Crosshair (and how strained it definitely will be by that point), yeah, Kimber is definitely gonna be going off on him about that whole thing. You can be sure of that!!

Now, to the questions:

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

You know, Kimber just started off as a random OC idea I came up with for, like, a one shot-type of fic I thought of that was way different. I'd thought of Hunter being stranded somewhere after a mission or something and he's injured and his squad is trying to find him. However, he's found by a random woman, Kimber, who takes him in and nurses him back to health. He spends a while with her and, over time, falls in love with her and wishes he could stay and have a normal life with her. Eventually, the Bad Batch find him, he leaves but promises to return to her one day.

I don't know how exactly that idea changed into what I've done with Sun and Rain, but I think it was for the better. Kimber became a much more complex, dynamic and all-around fun OC with the direction I've taken her and I definitely think she's grown so much. And she'll continue to grow even more as the story goes on through the rest of the show 😊

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

I've been thinking about that a lot since the show's finale...(I won't say anything in case of spoilers, even though it's been a week by this point), but I think Kimber would certainly be a wonderful mother. She had a bit of experience with kids back on Tatooine growing up and then helping take care of Omega will prepare her for raising kids, as well. Her and Hunter would be amazing parents, no doubt! Like any mother, I think she would definitely feel guilty having to leave them for any reason.

Thanks for the ask, anon!! 💜

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[the-firebird69]

He says he's not that old and doesn't remember Ace having everything but he's old enough that he was down there and he had everything he needed they had the air guns the hoses the compressors all of the automatic fasteners and everything roofing nails anything you needed was there wheelbros and actually Dave next door worth it quite a bit and he was pivotal in her son learning all about that and getting jobs done and doing a lot of work so he'll probably have some Branch offices down there in Australia we'll see how it goes saying that there's a big hubbub with them but we don't know what that's about so it might be a matrix people so hoping for the best but plan for the worst. And it's a great idea. Any wishes I can help him and be a contractor with them down here and can drive us humongous truck I don't know what would be a building massive patio he says we can do like outdoor patios and pools I like that because you can carry the unit out really easily if I get a little bigger a little bit taller than Jen probably slightly larger than the Jersey girl so I'm trying to laugh she's pretty big it's like 62 six three maybe like 6465 it could be 64 and we could carry the entertainment area and bring all the papers and lay them all down this is a machine that does it it's all laughing okay no it'll be fun have a little backhoe like the full size Briggs & Stratton that sounds like a good time and you can do projects so I'm looking forward to it I want him to invite me into his life like he is and we can spend time working and then dinner and sleep and then go out and make fun of small people but people going to be getting bigger so probably think everyone's us and have to call out what's going on I can be his girl again and they want to do stuff like that cuz they want to bring back Paris so it's a great idea and I like the hardware store idea you have all sorts of equipment this is going to be fun get approval so I'm going to ask and they said of course so they want to live vicariously through us that's putting them down wasn't really hitting the mark there

Hera

They will this time we promise you that's a great idea he had doing the pool renovation and the entertainment area it might even be able to do it for that company at the mall and we put a Sears in the equipment there as well as at least it's a good idea he says a lot of these places need renovation and he could team up with some subcontractors it's real pain in the ass to do you have to get a license again there's something to do and so we're going to start work tonight she wants to do that and see these two big people carrying the thing in it's nice they probably wheel it but still would take no effort jacuzzis and pools and they spend way too much money on these things

He can finally charge a real price but it's really a good idea, they can make a few million a year doing it eventually get cruise and go inspect and call the inspector and get all the materials it's really not a bad idea so we're going to get together and plan these things it's a lot of work but he's up for it and they probably won't let him be in the office guy

Thor Freya

It's not really the greatest idea but we don't have any ideas the design the pool and they probably wouldn't be able to take it over but he'd be installing it and have a pool maintenance company taken over and I know that people offer warranty and guarantee and they never follow through but his company would be doing it and there's a lot of stuff he does it's not bad like he has the manufactured take the load that they should and if they don't they get taken over that you really should so you can grow I don't want to see another company you're taking over cuz they don't want to do anything for anyone ever about anything people need these pools down here places that hell hole

Mac

Of course we're going to be the way but nobody cares this is of course people care

Tommy f

I'm buying a huge lot of the Vincent I was going to say the mini bike but I see what he's saying too they're trying to get him on the mini bike not very hard he wants a scooter he doesn't want a bike to go all over the place it's too much power he doesn't know how to ride it scooter's a handle enough and put the gears it looks pretty cool second mini chopper is always wanted one yeah it's just a little lame

Mac

They were looking at that it looks kind of cat cheesy saying how's the e-bike look ding-a-ling it's very cheesy but looking at what can you do I don't know you must look like a teeny bopper that's sort of get that

Tommy f

I think he likes the idea he wants to wipe you out and stuff but still getting stuff would be really easy and you could go places during the day can we get one and she would be laughing her ass off cuz it looked like the cutest thing it's like those big guys that ride the small bikes they're not Shriners like this special name from it's like Bill and Ted hook or something that big fat cowboys it's kind of funny cuz it's close to the name he remembers it but that's fine still they have a great time this is so lousy it's so light you have to chain him up so this cheating together what a nuisance though but still it's better than this it's gas it'll cost him money and a little insurance money but at least he can get around and possibly get side jobs and need to threatening him it's a start

Thor Freya

The actual John Cena scooter everybody imagine that we have to look at it because it could be actually be a problem and he says it seriously too he doesn't want to drag every clone in here there is

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