#janai fic

[sorinethemastermind]

Drunken love confessions! 5 and 14 for Janaya!

"Aren't you going to drink anything?" Gren asked, coming up behind her. Janai turned to see him and Amaya standing there, her hands still in motion. "It's supposed to be a party."

Janai shook her head but didn't elaborate. Amaya followed her gaze across the room to the happy new couple, still dancing even though everybody else had left the floor.

"You're worried." Gren translated, and Janai turned to face her wife, her expression admission enough.

Amaya wrapped an arm brusquely around her shoulders. "You don't need to be. They're strong. Stronger than we were, at their age."

"I know that." Janai said. "But I still worry. They've been through enough. And now she is Queen." she sighed.

Amaya signed something quickly to Gren, too fast for Janai to catch, and he vanished into the crowd. He returned moments later with a drink. Or more, a tray of drinks. Amaya grinned at her.

You won't be worried soon. Amaya signed, and Janai couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"You are a bad influence."

But she joined them, each of them taking a shot. Gren was barely able to get his down before he started choking, and then it was hard to be worried because she was laughing, Amaya slapping him on the back so hard he nearly toppled out of his chair. He only lasted a few more rounds before he staggered to his feet and announced that he was going to go and find a bathroom, leaving the pair of them alone.

Amaya handed her another glass, barely even seeming buzzed.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Janai asked her, not wanting to admit that she felt a little tipsy.

I thought humans didn't have magic? Amaya signed back.

Janai laughed, and it was loud even to her ears. But Amaya was right about one thing; she wasn't worried. Because how could she be, when this warrior, capable of downing five shots without blinking, was also her wife?

By seven Janai was beginning to consider following Gren.

Had enough? Amaya asked her, eyebrow raised, and Janai laughed. The world around her wife seemed almost rose tinted, and she realized that no one else made her laugh quite like Amaya did. She also realized she probably going to be sick.

"What do you humans put in this stuff?" she asked as Amaya helped her out of the main hall.

That's a secret. Amaya told her. This is my from my personal collection.

"Your-" Janai shook her head. Except that might have been a bad idea, because it spun the world out of focus.

"You're cute." she said. "And a bit blurry. But definitely also cute."

Amaya rolled her eyes, but her hands were already in motion. You're drunk. A pause. But you are too.

And then it was just them out in the hall, the festivities forgotten behind them. And Janai felt a bit more like she could breath. She used to run and play in that hall, some part of her thought. Now it only made her anxious.

Are you alright? Amaya gave her a concerned look.

Janai tried to say that she was fine, but the drink had loosened her tongue, and the truth slipped out instead. "Am I a bad mother?"

Amaya shook her head instantly. You are a wonderful mother.

"But how can that be true? Aislynn is queen now."

Do you remember the cakes?

"The... cakes?"

When you were deciding if you wanted to be queen or be with me, I told you that it wasn't a choice. To just have both things. You do not have to be queen to be Aislynn's mother.

"But as Queen I could protect her." Janai said, "And now... now I cannot."

You will always protect her. But maybe now she does not need it anymore.

"But as a mother it is your duty to ensure that your children never have to face what you did. And I had to face being queen, and now-"

Aislynn chose this. Amaya reminder her. Aislynn chose this the same way you did. You may think you do not understand it, but you do.

Janai sighed, sitting down against the wall with Amaya beside her. "You are so smart." She smiled, tucking a strand of hair out of her wife's face. "And so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

You couldn't let me down if you tried.

[sorinethemastermind]

 Janai couldn’t wait to see the look on Amaya’s face when her wife saw what she’d arranged. It had been three years; three glorious years of love and, now, of peace. Janai was thankful for every single one of them. 

 Smiling to herself, Janai walked up the stairs to the courtyard where the Sunseed had once grown. There had been a lot of places she could have chosen for their anniversary date, each with their own special memories. The forest clearing where she had first proposed, the courtyard where they had been married, or maybe the hilltop where they had picnicked and Amaya had helped her find the strength within herself to be more than just a queen.

 But she had chosen the place where the Sunseed once grew because it symbolized all of it. It was the place where Amaya showed her the truth; that their love was more powerful than any hurdle life could throw at them, and that they would build bridges with that love greater than any chasm they might cross. That the future was not going to be found in a single seed; the future was all of them, together.

 She planned to say all of that when she saw her wife. Her beautiful wife of three years. Janai’s smile grew as she reached the top of the stairs, brushing aside the trailing vines to reveal-

 Janai nearly dropped the basket she was carrying in her surprise. “Amaya? What is this?”

 Amaya didn’t notice her immediately, so Janai signed the question to her when she turned around, eyes lighting up with excitement.

 It’s our anniversary, Amaya replied. 

 “I know, but…” Janai looked around at the trailing streamers hanging from the tree’s branches, trailing in the wind in flickers of auburn and yellow. Lanterns hung from some of them as well, bathing the space beneath the tree in a warm, golden light. There were pillows piled there, and a plate of bread, cheese, and fruit. Two glasses, already filled with wine, completed the spread.

 “Amaya.” Janai laughed. “How did you do all of this? Gren said he would-”

 She shook her head. Of course, she signed to Amaya. 

 Her wife smiled. He’s Gren. She said, Did you really think he wouldn’t tell me?

 “He didn’t tell you about the proposal.” Janai pointed out. 

 He was already helping me put this together when you asked him to distract me. Amaya admitted. 

 “It is beautiful.” Janai told her, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. “Just like you.”

ahh!! happy halloween :)

(treat, janaya)

[mikibwrites]

The Price is Right

inspired by @theweewooshow 's post about a kissing booth :) Happy Valentines Day everyone!

bucktommy | 1.4k | G | ao3

This is ridiculous. He’s officially lost his marbles. 

Tommy’s been in this line for at least fifteen minutes, and every third minute of that has been spent telling himself he should leave. The other 2 minutes of each spiraling cycle have been spent eavesdropping his fellow hopefuls in line, listening to their tittering about how hot the firefighter working this shift of the booth is, surreptitiously cataloguing every person that he can see in front of and behind him and evaluating them on what–little, sadly–he knows about Evan’s preferences and whether or not their dreams of bagging a date with him will come true. Which then, in turn, sends him back into spiraling and berating himself for being among them, given his history with said firefighter. 

He needs to leave. 

There are roughly ten people in front of him, and Evan definitely hasn’t spotted him yet. He could totally duck out and no one would be the wiser. He contemplates pulling his phone out of his pocket with an air of importance, putting the completely silent device to his ear and pretending something dire has just happened that requires his immediate attention. No one would question him for getting out of line, no one would suspect that he’d lost his nerve. They’d think, wow, he must be important to be needed somewhere so urgently. 

Tommy’s definitely, officially for real this time, lost his marbles. 

Also, there are now only seven people left in front of him. 

As he watches each person get their sweet little peck on the cheek, he tries to tell himself this is for a good cause. The money goes to charity. There’s nothing weird about giving to charity. Nothing at all. There’s also nothing stopping him from just dropping the money in the basket on a table near the door that’s designated for just plain donations. He doesn’t need to get anything out of it if that’s all he’s hoping to do. 

He’s definitely hoping to get something out of it. He can at least admit that to himself, if nothing else. 

Five people left. 

“Oh my god, he’s so hot,” Tommy hears from behind him. “Look at those arms. Hold me down, daddy.” He almost chokes, the girl’s voice clearly pitched for just her friend next to her to hear, but he’s apparently blessed with supersonic hearing. The friend chimes in as well. “I wonder if he’s actually a good kisser or if he’s one of those dudes who relies on his rizz alone and then can’t deliver when it counts.”

Tommy has no idea what ‘rizz’ is, but he has to physically stop himself from turning around and describing for this girl in detail just how good of a kisser Evan is, how well he can deliver. He’s sure that wouldn’t go over well. 

Two people left. Evan is being so gracious and attentive to each of his patrons that he still hasn’t noticed Tommy. He could still make a run for it. 

He’s not going to. 

There’s roughly enough time for one more cycle of spiraling before he makes it in front of Evan, but Tommy chooses to spend it going over what the hell he’s going to say. Surely, Evan may protest giving his ex a kiss, even if it’s for charity, given the way they ended. It’d be well within his right to do so. So Tommy needs to have some justifications ready just in case Evan gets the wrong idea here. 

And what is the idea? Tommy failed to decide before he attempted this ridiculous stunt. Honestly, he’s been so, so god damned touch starved since he walked out Evan’s door that he thinks he’d do anything for just a brush of fingertips from Evan at this point. And that’s it, really…he only wants it from Evan. His coworkers have told him multiple times that he needs to just go out and get his ex out of his system–Donato offered to wingperson for him, even–but the very idea turns his stomach. 

But did he actually think that throwing some money at charity at a kissing booth of all things was going to get them anywhere near a reconciliation? Jesus, he should have just texted. Not that he hasn’t tried that, many many many times, and all of them ended up deleted because regardless of what he likes to tell himself he does not have the courage to put himself out there without the reassurance–or despair–of seeing Evan’s actual expression when he says what he wants to say. 

Which is…what? Exactly? He still hasn’t deci–

“Tommy?”

Shit. He’s missed the last person in front of him getting their dutiful peck on the cheek, and now he’s run out of time. 

Evan’s voice as he says his name is full of awe, trepidation, and…dare he say it…hope? His expression is even more devastating: like he’s seeing the sunrise just beginning after a century spent underground. His narrowed eyes are earnest and a little guarded, but they are trained wholly on Tommy.

Shit….what was he going to say?

“Uh, yeah. Hi. I, um…well I. Uh.” Tommy runs his fingers over his hair roughly, feeling unbearably stupid and exposed. He should have run when he had the chance. “Look, Evan, I–”

Evan’s breath hitches audibly at the sound of his name. They’re staring at each other. 

“Shit or get off the pot, dude, we’re all paying customers!” Some guy further back in line is shouting. 

“Um. Did you want a kiss?” Evan says, his face turning pinker by the second. And this. This Tommy can definitely answer.

“Yes,” he says, with maybe a little too much conviction behind the word for their current circumstances. Evan seems to clock it immediately, his eyes flicking down to Tommy’s mouth before coming back up to his eyes, his expression morphing to hopeful disbelief. “But, I mean, you don’t have to, here, I know you probably weren’t expecting–”

Tommy’s words are cut off by Evan’s mouth sealing onto his. 

God, god, he’s missed these lips. Each slide is like a revelation, and the thought is not lost on him that they’re in the middle of what is essentially a work function, they are both in uniform for christ's sake, having a whole existential crisis shared along with their breath and space and saliva. Because yes, Evan has now bullied his insanely talented tongue right behind Tommy’s teeth and is exploring like he’s going to be asked to draw a map later. 

Evan kisses him long, hard, and thorough, endless seconds ticking by and Tommy definitely doesn’t listen to any of the complaining going on in the line behind him. Evan does, though, and he very reluctantly pulls his lips away from Tommy’s and blinks in the most adorably flustered way and Tommy’s so, so gone on this man. How did he ever walk away from this?

“Can we talk?” Evan asks breathlessly.

“Please. But maybe later. Your adoring public awaits,” he adds, gesturing with his thumb to the line behind him, still nearly thirty people strong. He can’t blame them, but he’s also feeling a tad possessive so he leans in one more time to press his lips to the apple of Evan’s cheek, causing the blush to intensify when he pulls away. 

Tommy begins to turn to walk away, his smile already making his cheeks sore when Evan clears his throat. He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t pay, you know.” He’s smirking, the little shit. 

Before Tommy can make a move, someone in line shouts, “Damn! How much does it cost to get that?”

“That is not for sale,” Evan states with finality, but he’s still looking at Tommy, lips pursing, trying to hold back a full blown grin. There are a few groans from the line. 

Tommy reaches into his wallet, pulls out a $100, and slaps it on the table in front of Evan. “What time does your shift end?”

“In thirty minutes.”

“Meet me at the cafe two blocks down. Bring those lips. We’ll talk.” Tommy congratulates himself on being smooth as he smirks right back at the look on Evan’s face. 

“Mmm, okay. I’ll bring these lips. But I hope you remember they’re good for more than just talking,” Evan adds as Tommy turns to walk away. 

He retracts his self-congratulations as he trips over his own feet. 

[a-certain-elf]

Commissioned ItsMumei on twitter to draw a scene from a fic I'm working on.

Janai and Amayas first kiss....after Janai got cheated and dumped on by her gf a couple hours ago.

[astra0014]

What if when Amaya destroyed the breech, instead of getting stuck on the Xadian side, Janai got stuck on the human side.

[honeii-puff]

The swan upon leda

In which a different reunion takes place than originally planned. Read on ao3!

Soren looked… a lot more different than Corvus had been expecting. Especially so now that all of them were in his kitchen while he was making bread.

His hair was longer– a lot longer, pulled back into a bun with a few strands hanging in his face. A light blue tunic hung loosely around his shoulders, with red embroidery that matched his red undershirt around the neckline. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands coated in flour as he separated the dough into small sections.

“So, what, you’ve just been here for the past seven years?” Rayla asked, eyebrows raised. Callum had left earlier to get her, the twins in tow. He had refused to give any explanations until they had arrived.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He nodded, rolling one of the small sections into a thinner rope. “It wasn’t the whole time, considering how far here is from Katolis on foot.” Soren notably refused to make eye contact with any of them, instead focusing more on tying the small rope of dough into an intricate knot.

“But why?” King Ezran asked him. 

He paused, resting his hands on the island.

“Look, the answer I’m going to give is probably  going to piss most of you off one way or another, so how about you just tell me what you’d want to hear and I say yes or no.”

“Banther attack?” Callum guessed.

“Got distracted and lost?” Rayla shrugged.

“Ran away with your secret lover and became a pirate captain?” Gren translated for Amaya.

“No, no, and what?” Soren raised his eyebrows at Amaya, finally looking up.

“I think she’s joking.” Janai cleared her throat slightly. Amaya gave a small grin in response.

Corvus glanced around at all of them. He thought he knew the reason but didn’t want to say anything in case he was right.

“So… What was the reason?” Callum asked him

Soren blew out a breath. “I wanted to be able to live without feeling like the sky was going to start falling at any moment. Figured going somewhere nobody knew who I was would help. And it did.” He drummed his fingers against the island.

Corvus felt his eyebrows crease. “Soren-”

“I really don’t want to hear your guys’ pity right now.” He started rolling another small section of dough into a rope.

“Dad?”

Everyone’s heads snapped to look at the doorway. Leda stepped into the kitchen, sidestepping Gren to stand next to Soren.

Rayla’s eyes widened slightly. “You have a daughter?”

“Right, you weren’t here for that conversation.” Soren wrapped an arm around Leda’s shoulders, who waved. “This is Leda.”

“Hiiii!” Scout grinned widely while waving excitedly from Callum’s lap. Meanwhile, Juno was half asleep in Rayla’s arms.

Soren smiled softly “The twins are adorable.”

“They may look like it now, but they’re absolute chaos most of the time.” Callum kissed the side of Scout’s head.

“Well that reminds me of someone.” He nudged Leda.

“Hey, I wasn’t that bad.” She argued.

“The day we met you refused to let go of my leg.”

“Okay, I was five, that doesn’t count because I barely remember it.”

Corvus smiled softly at them. He had missed so much of Soren’s life, but he was still him.

He was still the man he loved. And he didn’t think it was possible, but he might’ve loved him even more than before.

It might have been the manbun.

[themistdragon]

Fellow TDP Enjoyers: A Fanfic Pitch

College AU

Ezran and Callum live with Amaya and Janai (married) after the deaths of their parents

Callum is a Studio Arts and Chemistry double major (smart lad)

Ezran is in high school

Rayla met and dated Callum in high school, but they broke up after Rayla moved away :(

Callum walks into art class, where they are doing full body charcoal drawings of a live model

Said live model turns out to be Rayla

Rayla goes to the same college as Callum (she does fencing and gymnastics)

Callum and Rayla meet for lunch and study dates

Callum goes to Rayla's gymnastics practices and competitions

Callum gets to draw her in class (and eventually outside of it too)

They rekindle their love :)

Thoughts??

[gigigazelleloves]

Chapters: 3/3

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Characters: Callum, Rayla, Original Characters, Ezran, Janai, Soren, Gren, Lain, Tiadrin, Runaan

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Sleeping Together

"We're fully booked" A tall man barked at Rayla and Callum.

"Take my advice and just go home".

Rayla glared at Callum with a look of anger in her eye. She had already offered to just stay in the forest since it was proven to be completely safe but no, Callum INSISTED that they should stay at some overnight in.

She was a moonshadow elf. She didn't need fancy things like inns. Was it that hard for Callum to sleep on the god damn ground.

"Are you sure you have no rooms available to you, like at all?" Callum asked trying to make this dream of his happen.

The man sighed. "Yes we do have extra rooms but I must warn you it is not in the best shape-".

"Which is fine!" Callum interrupted. "We- uh we wouldn't mind as long as we can sleep and won't be killed!".

The man sighed as he gave them the key to the room.

"Just a warning," He whispered before they took off. "Some things may be broken, and by some I mean quite a few".

Callum thanked the guy and quickly grabbed the key, the room number, and Rayla by the hand before sprinting off.

[thrandilf]

Introducing to the fic this chapter: Janai, Amaya, and Gren!

Soren hadn’t felt okay for… well he would have said about a week, since seeing his dad again, but when he really thought about it it was much longer. Let’s stick with a week. “Heavy boxes? Anybody got any really heavy boxes?” asked Soren, flexing as a Sunfire elf walked by him. He’d needed to get away as fast as possible and hadn’t looked back, hoping someone would give him an escape. “Maybe a couch to move? You know, one of those awkwardly shaped ones that you can barely get in a doorway? I love a challenge.” Corvus watched as Soren tried to keep busy, spouting nonsense in the middle of the road. He shook his head, just to himself. “I don’t have boxes, but I have something else.” Soren lit up once he caught Corvus’s eye. Sure, they were technically dating, he guessed- but they hadn’t had their date yet. Did that mean they were pre dating? Hmm. “Let me guess,” said Soren grinning as he guessed wrong on purpose. “It’s a giant aquarium for keeping turtleducks in.” “Sorry to disappoint you.” Corvus was sometimes difficult to read, but Soren had come to realize over time that he seemed to tolerate, if not be fond of, his antics. “I think there’s something you’ll like to see. A bit of a ways from here.” “Lead the way!” Whatever it was, Soren could use a distraction from trying to find a distraction.

The Devil You Thought You Knew Ch 30, To Gain Instead of Lose, For Once

[raayllum]

for fanon s6 (teach me how to name the bigger light)

previous ch5 word count: 2,209 updated ch5 word count: 3,836 words added today: 1,627

predicted chapter word count: 6-7k, so we're officially at the halfway mark

Snippet, accordingly:

[Aanya's] footsteps echoed as she strode across the Summit. The other leaders would be here any minute, but there wouldn’t be any chance for a private conversation until the Summit was over. “—there are some Earthblood elves who had remedies for dry land, we’ll reach out to them in the meantime to deal with the drought and—” Ezran was saying. “Drought?” she said, and the pair of young men turned to face her. Ezran offered up a far smaller smile than usual, but no less genuine. “Queen Aanya,” he said, inclining his head. His crownguard bowed. She inclined her head in kind. “King Ezran. What’s this about a drought?” Her ears would never be able to forget any hint of famine, after everything. “Nothing a little magic can’t fix,” he assured her, relaxing. “Ah—is Prince Callum off dealing with it now?” The blond crownguard winced. “Oh, uh, well actually—” He laughed nervously.  The smile vanished from Ezran’s face. “No. He’s taking care of personal business right now.”

[stobinesque]

congrats on 250 read!!! 💗💗💗

my prompt is: stommy + thighs

continuing on the growing trend of "I don't know where this came from"...I think this is the meanest I have ever written Steve. So like, fair warning.

prompt: 'thighs' | wc: 250 | cw/tags: Transmasc Steve ('dick' and 'cunt' used), Light Objectification/YMMV Degradation, Mean Dom Steve, Face-fucking, references to Stomarol | Stommy

Steve wrapped his thighs around Tommy's head. "Fuck. Is this why Carol always asks me to eat her out? Are you this lazy when you have her legs spread for you?" Steve thrust his hips upwards, grinding his dick along Tommy's nose, and bit back a moan as Tommy's tongue dipped into his cunt.

"I dunno why I even offered to train you. Carol and I are better off riding your face and using you like the broken toy you are."

Tommy whined, the vibrations sending shivers down Steve's spine. Steve forced his hips still, fighting to maintain the illusion of the scene they'd built.

"Flatten your tongue for me, little slut." Steve fisted a hand in Tommy's already mussed hair, holding him still so he could rub his dick over the flat of Tommy tongue. "Mmm, fuck. I have to do all the work while you just lie there and take it like a little bitch."

Steve bucked against Tommy faster, chasing after his release, blood thrumming with heat. He wanted to tell Tommy how good he was. How nice his tongue felt on him. 

But sticky-sweet vitriol was what drove Tommy wild, and Steve couldn't deny the rush it sent through him as well. Fucking Tommy left Steve dazed in a way no one else did. 

Tommy trembled against him. Strung between the need to be good enough and the knowledge that within the confines of their game he never could. 

With a gasp, Steve cut him loose.

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[irlkomaedanagito]

hi your addendum to my post was so amazing i couldn't just not say anything i SEE YOU SO HARD in believing its like a greek tragedy. nobody was supposed to die on that ship, this was all avoidable had the company trained and took care of their employees better, had the crew been more stable, i love what you have to say about this

- @missingininaction

@missingininaction omgomgomg thank u so much!!! :D my friends and i have been talking incessantly abt how the whole thing is a greek tragedy for like the last month, like! i do not think jimmy is ontologically evil and to act like That's The Point is i think doing a big disservice to mouthwashing as a game because WHY would this game thats filled with nuance and complexity suddenly turn around and believe in ontological evil??

this is a sidenote for Me but in the medbay there's a book called "up or down? the illusion of choice" and its out on the counter. and i know this was just supposed to be a reference to how fish is made but it also implies that anya reads about philosophy and determinism (the idea that there's no free will) and compatibilism (the idea that there's limited free will) and i am just fascinated with the idea that anya reads about philosophy and about the very common argument that if people are shaped by their pasts and those pasts have an effect on them that they can't control, how "free" is free will? how "at fault" are people, really, for their actions?

i find the idea interesting, of anya reading that book to cope, because it makes her feel better. i feel like she believes that peoples' worst moments dont make them monsters because she reads about psychology and philosophy and is keenly aware how out of control a lot of actions really are. and that maybe if her assaulter isn't just a monster, it means she isn't just a victim, too. and that what happened to her wasn't anything she did to "cause it," it happened because the things that drive people forward are fickle and unpredictable things. it makes her feel better, to acknowledge the dead pixel, as it were, of the assault itself, but to still find comfort in the bigger picture of the nighttime screen as a whole. while curly refuses to see the dead pixel, anya sees it, is mindful of it, and yet still looks at the whole picture. willful ignorance versus mindful knowledge of both the wide philosophy of Was It Really His Fault and But It's Still Something That Happened And Ergo Someone's Responsibility To Acknowledge

[dio-icarticaae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amaya/Janai (The Dragon Prince) Characters: Janai (The Dragon Prince), Amaya (The Dragon Prince) Additional Tags: Relationship Study, Character Study, Established Relationship, Hope, The Sun Seed (The Dragon Prince) Series: Part 6 of The Dragon Prince Prism Event Summary:

Something caught Amaya's attention, and she brought her horse to a sudden stop. She turned towards Janai and signed, "There is a glow over there. That could be something." "You're right," Janai looked in the direction Amaya indicated. “It could be something made from the Sunforge. We should go check it out.”

Or: Janai, Amaya, and the Sun Seed Written for @tdp-prism-event-2024 for the prompt: Reward - prize, karma, success, gifts, power

[lifblogs]

And you should probably give your therapist a call.

You are correct. You’re not rude. Anymore. You’re cruel and fucked up. I know the people who know you in real life are afraid of saying no to you. First you ignored clear set boundaries (which actually is rude, so congrats on that, genius), and now you’re wishing violent things on a stranger who doesn’t feel like putting up with your bullshit.

By the way, internet harassment like this is illegal in the US. Thank you for giving me evidence to show to police if the need ever arises.

[a-certain-elf]

Since my birthday is coming up I want to request a cute birthday prompt. You know who.

waking up to breakfast in bed

There you go! Happy Birthday!

[vecnuthy]

🔀 for steddie please 💕💕💕

Janai 🖤🖤 I can't even believe this, omg. HOW is this one so perfect for angsty, pining Eddie?

Picture it: Eddie being down bad for Steve for several years after getting a little taste of the life he could've had if a few things had just worked out in his favor for once in his life, but no. Steve broke things off because he wanted to experience "normal" and carve out that apple pie life he'd always been told to strive for. Steve even tried to make it work with Nancy one more time, which was the last thing Eddie managed to hear about him before he said his goodbyes to Wayne and just headed....away, searching for somewhere accepting, because he was never one to dim his light for anything or anybody. He settled in Seattle and wrote songs for the crackling grunge scene and did some music production too for the hell of it.

But the music scene made it so much easier to for him to have steady access to substances, and he just didn't take care of himself. He still didn't instanced why he wasn't good enough for Steve. He spends his time chasing release and acceptance, whether that be through drink, drugs, sex, music, whatever, thinking that Steve was three kids in with Nancy at this point, while the only thing he'd ever have to show for his life would be whatever music managed to stick around after the decade moved on. As if anybody would pay attention to a producer or a lyricist.

But what he didn't know is that Steve never had the life he told Eddie he was searching for because the closest he could have ever have to it shrank into a black dot on the road out of Hawkins in 1987 when Eddie left in his van and headed West.

So, after a year of trying — really fucking trying — Steve wondered why there was so much effort going into this Rockwell painting of a life he was chasing when it hadn't been like that with Eddie. And then Steve found out Eddie went West? That's where Steve went without having a clue where Eddie landed, without knowing if he even landed anywhere.

Steve started out in San Francisco. The two of them were ships in the night in LA once or twice when Eddie came down for business, but then Steve catches something — "The Bard," an updated version of the little Hellfire logo, something — that points in Eddie's direction, and he's off, chasing it like a hound on a blood trail.

It takes him to Seattle.

Their paths finally cross months later, 100 miles away from the city under clouds and the crisp drizzly spring air to the audience of an entire ocean.

Steve can't believe what he's seeing. Thinks he's hallucinating.

Eddie knows he is.