#psych student!steve

[livwritesstuff]

couldn’t stop thinking about this, so here’s a followup :)

When Eddie does eventually get a tattoo for Steve, it’s on a whim.

Kind of on a whim.

He hadn’t forgotten about the idea by any means, but he had yet to come up with an idea that came even close to encapsulating the love Eddie had for Steve, so he waited.

Then, one day, around a year and a half after their initial conversation on the subject and when Steve and Eddie were enjoying a lazy morning arguing over the grocery list (Steve wants to try a new pasta salad recipe, the fancy bastard, and Eddie just wants him to make the same cheesy marinara pasta sauce he’s been fiending over for years), Steve gets called into the hospital.

His second-to-last clinical rotation for his psychology doctorate sent him to the psych floor of a nearby emergency room, which has meant, for the first time, Steve is on-call even when he’s not scheduled to be at the hospital.

Steve is miserable — the most miserable Eddie’s ever seen him when it comes to his psych program — and annoyed with the school for assigning it to him when there had apparently been others available that were closer to how he actually wants to use his doctorate when he finally earns it, but, like he tends to, he’s being a decent sport about it.

He’s on the phone with his C.I. affirming that he’ll be in as soon as he can when he picks up a pen, grabs Eddie’s wrist, and scribbles fresh mozzarella, penne, tomatoes, lemon juice on the underside of his forearm. Below that he writes love you, and below that he adds - S, followed by a heart, a sideways smiley face, and a star, like Eddie’s seen him do hundreds of times. It’s how he signs off every post-it note stuck to the fridge, every message swiped into the fogged-up bathroom mirror, every letter he folds up and mails to Robin or Nancy or both or some other member of the Party.

Eddie isn’t even totally sure Steve realizes he’s doing it, that maybe he just likes that first doodled heart so much he can’t help but keep going, but he loves it either way. It’s sweet and charming and cute and just so, so Steve that it almost hurts.

Steve presses a swift kiss onto Eddie’s lips before making a bee-line for the door, still on the phone with his C.I, and Eddie’s mind is moving so fast he can’t sit with it anymore, so he jumps to his feet, checks his wallet to see if he’s got cash (he does), and then he too is on his way out the door.

Thankfully, at eleven on a Tuesday morning, his tattoo artist is accepting walk-ins, and before his brain completely catches up to his beating heart, he’s got Steve’s words (minus the groceries, obviously) in his neat writing and his heart, smile, and star tattooed on his forearm and it’s fuckin’ perfect and Eddie couldn’t be happier.

Steve returns sooner than Eddie thought he would — before dinner, which is still late, but not as late as it usually is whenever he gets called into the hospital — and as he lets himself into their apartment, Eddie meets him at the door.

“Hey,” Steve says with a tired smile, “Hungry?”

“Look!” Eddie ignores him, holding out his arm so Steve can see the tattoo through the protecting plastic wrap.

Steve looks down blankly at it for a moment or two before the corner of his mouth upticks just slightly.

“You...you did this today? From the-the stupid thing I wrote?”

“Yeah,” Eddie grins, “Isn’t it great. i’m so fuckin’ thrilled with it, man. It’s just — it’s you.”

“Yeah, it’s-” Steve shakes his head like he always does when he’s being bashful, “If you say so.”

He pulls Eddie into a tight hug, which Eddie immediately reciprocates, pressing his lips to Steve’s neck.

“I really love you,” Steve says.

“Love you too,” he replies, “in case that wasn’t clear.”

And Steve is pulling away, so Eddie catches the way he smiles as he shakes his head again. Steve’s eyes travel to the kitchen and then snap back to his own.

“Wait, so did you get the groceries?”

“Ah - fuck.”

part 3

[festive-unserious-fellow]

Hey guys I watched Clone High recently can you tell?

[xenon-demon]

apparently i'm going with the crowd but you had me at nurse eddie for wip weekend!!

-dani/inairbinad (have i sent you an ask from my main before? can't remember. just in case 💜)

DANI HELLO!!! i am aware this is your main yes but also i am a big believer in better safe than sorry so i get it lmao

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Especially since a glance up ahead shows he's ended up walking right back to the ward he just left. The one Eddie works in. Great. Taking a quick glance around, Steve notices a bathroom just down the hall from him and ducks inside. It's only got three stalls, which is thankfully small enough that Steve knows straight away he's alone in here. Not that he can rely on things staying that way, of course; this is a hospital. Steve approaches the bathroom mirror and takes a good look at himself. He immediately grimaces, the bags under his eyes and flyaway strands of hair jumping out at him like neon signs proclaiming 'Look! This guy can't handle the pressure!' Okay, Harrington, says a voice in his head that sounds distinctly like Robin, got any other zingers from your emo Notes app poetry? Steve takes a moment to clip the sample bag he’s holding to his ID badge, knowing he’ll want his hands free for this. Technically the sample bag is sealed, and the vials inside are sealed away from contamination, but Steve is absolutely not going to risk placing his blood samples on a random bathroom counter.

Make me write some of my WIPs! 🖋️

[ghost-proofbaby]

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR ONE

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni, excessive use of pet names (to annoy reader), excessive use of fuck (again, to annoy reader)

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

→ wc: 3.1k+

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HOUR ONE - 4:00 PM

You had a lot of regrets. You were a college student – it was hardwired in your psyche to make an endless stream of stupid decisions you would come to rue. 

There was that time you signed up for an 8 AM math class during your freshman year. There was the time your boss walked in on you spitefully gossiping specifically about him and his lack of leadership skills (you had been fired the next week, no surprise). There was that time Steve Harrington convinced you to get matching tattoos with him while drunk last summer, and now you had to explain to each new person you met why you had a ghost giving a thumbs down with a speech bubble stating ‘BOO’ on your ankle. 

You had made plenty of dumb mistakes, enough to last you a lifetime. 

But this? This had to take the trophy home for your worst impulsive decision yet. 

“I’m not going in there,” you huff, crossing your arms as you lean miserably against the wall across from the open door of apartment 2C. An apartment you’d avoided ardently over the last year. To the point of even braving severe FOMO after turning down hanging out with your friends, solely because they’d be hanging out here. 

“C’mon,” Steve stands in the threshold, waiting impatiently for your tantrum to end. You had to hand it to him – he had a way of being beautifully tolerant of your misbehavior over the years. All your sour moods, all your childish antics, all your moody mornings. Steve was there for them all the last three years, “Five hundred dollars, remember? You just have to survive a day, and then you’ll be rich.” 

There it was – the only thing that could possibly motivate you to make such a catastrophic agreement with alcohol and drugs out of the equation. Money. 

It had taken nearly an hour for everyone to agree on the terms the night before when the bet was first born, but in the end, it seemed fair enough to all involved parties. The wager was five hundred dollars for you and five hundred dollars for Eddie if you two managed, partially funded by your friends pooling their money and partially funded by the Harrington Inheritance. The two of you would set base in Eddie’s apartment, considering you were living in the dorms, and you were instructed to send hourly proof to the group chat. A group chat, that ironically, Eddie was not a part of.

You’re not sure why. You never cared to ask. 

Regardless, five hundred dollars was a lot of money to a broke college student. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d managed to keep more than one hundred dollars in your account for more than a few hours. It was the kind of money that could pay for a few months’ worth of groceries, that would give you the freedom to properly go out rather than settle for another night in with movies your friend group had already seen ten times over. The kind of money you would probably flounder with once it was in your hand. 

“And if I don’t survive?” you sigh dramatically, leaning further into the wall, your bag you’d packed for your time growing heavier in your grasp, “What if, he, like, murders me, Steve?”

“He’s not going to murder you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“If he was going to, he already would have.” 

“I’ve never been around him long enough to give him a chance! What if that’s the only reason he agreed? What if this was his plan all along? He gets me alone for twenty four hours, I mysteriously disappear, and next thing you know, they find my body in the local canal-” 

“While I’m flattered you think so highly of me that I would be capable of planning something so extensively,” the devil himself appears behind Steve’s shoulder, looking to be just as irritated as you, “Harrington’s right. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead by now.” 

“Right. Cause that’s reassuring,” you snap in Eddie’s direction. 

Steve takes a deep breath, no doubt mentally preparing himself for whatever bickering is about to ensue as he sidesteps so he’s not stuck in the middle of your line of fire. 

“Listen, are we doing this or not? Because if not, I’ve got shit to do,” Eddie glowers at you, tapping his foot impatiently. 

You hate him. You really, really hate him. In the most earnest sense of the word. He was impossible, he was cocky, he was obnoxious. And it never helped that he hated you just as much, always adding fuel to the fire. From the moment the two of you had met, it was instant friction. You said go, he said stop. You wanted pizza, he wanted Chinese. Every time a small, mundane decision had to be made as a group, he’d be sure to announce his opinion, always the opposite of yours. 

You’re convinced he solely exists to be the bane of your existence. It’s probably the best part of his day. 

“Five hundred dollars,” you mutter under your breath, finally lifting your bag and leaving your spot against the wall. It was now or never. If you didn’t get this over with now, you’d walk away and be army-crawling financially through life again. You needed the five hundred dollars more than you care to admit. 

It had to be worth it. It had to be. 

The moment you enter the apartment, you’re hit with the scent of him. Something musky, something of subtle spice. It’s all tobacco and pot, cheap cologne and boy. It’s easily overwhelming, and you almost turn around to make a cheap shot at Eddie regarding it before Steve shuts the front door and engages him into conversation. 

Maybe you’d get used to it within the first few hours. 

The rest of the apartment is decorated exactly how you’d expect from Eddie. There’s a certain messy quality to it all without being dirty. The couch looks worn, probably having not been brand new to begin with when Eddie found or bought it. There’s a coffee table covered in random papers, joined by two empty beer bottles and a couple of random dice. He has a TV, albeit small, and the entertainment center that it stands upon is littered by various nerdy collector’s items. 

“Welcome to my palace,” he calls out from behind you, no longer distracted by Steve, “Sorry if it’s not up to your standards.” 

“It’s fine,” you gruffly reply, turning back around to look at him, “Where, uh, can I put my things?” 

The wicked grin that slowly spreads over his face can only spell out bad news, “Wherever. You’ll be sleeping on the couch.” 

“Dude,” Steve sighs. 

“What? It’s a one bedroom apartment, and I’m not giving her my bed,” Eddie explains as he brushes past the two of you and heads for his kitchen. 

If it were anyone else, you’d insist that it’s fine. Practicality tells you that he shouldn’t have to give up his bed. It’s his apartment, his room, his bed – in short, his rules. But it’s Eddie, so the fact that he’s made this decision without you only stokes the burning coals of disdain. Plus, the couch looked like the farthest thing from comfortable. 

“Whatever,” you scoff. You weren’t going to let him know he was already creeping beneath your skin. You were playing the long game here; you were going to start off civil, keep track of just how many offenses he committed against you, and then strike back. “It’s just one night. I’ll live.” 

“Unless I murder you!” his voice calls out to you and Steve from the kitchen. 

“Unless he murders me,” you agree with a scowl. 

Steve puts a caring hand on your shoulder, forcing a frown that’s completely insincere before he says, “What do you want on your gravestone? Also, what’s your preference for flowers at your funeral?” He breaks into laughter as you smack him roughly on his shoulder, “Sorry! Sorry, geez. Just want to have all my ducks in the row. I’ll be sure to ask him the same thing.”

Part of you is absolutely convinced this can only end in bloodshed. You can’t recall a single time you and Eddie have lasted more than ten minutes in a room together without escalating into a full blown screaming match. There was even a time you’d thrown a glass at him at one of Steve’s parties, narrowly missing his head as he’d ducked and let the glass shatter against the wall of the shared apartment with Robin.  You’d felt awful remorse towards Steve in the end. As for Eddie? You’d only wished your aim had been better. 

Steve disappears into the kitchen and you’re left alone once more, wandering as you inspect some of the collectibles more closely by the TV. Most items were from the Lord of the Rings franchise, a few Star Wars items, and an abundance of D&D figurines. All things that you went through phases of piqued interest for, but nothing terribly exciting. They had been just that – phases. Apparently, when it came to Eddie, such things didn’t exist. The apartment really just looked as if someone had taken a teenage boy’s room, and let it explode over more extensive square footage. As if he entered the typical phases for boys his age in high school, and never grew up.

Just as you reach out to grab one of the D&D figurines, a three-headed dragon, Eddie enters the living room with Steve at his side.

“Hey! Don’t fucking touch that!” Eddie shouts, making you jump back, finger no longer hovering over his glorified action figure. 

“Jesus Christ!” you shout back just as loudly, glaring up at him, “Ever heard of an inside voice?” 

He completely ignores the comment as his nostrils flare and he stands between you and the entertainment center, “We need to set some ground rules. Rule one, do not touch my shit, especially this stuff. They’re collectibles, fucking rare and crazy expensive. Keep your hands to yourself, princess.” 

The nickname is a match, striking against the roughness of your hatred, ready to burst into the flames of one of the classic screaming matches between the two of you. Steve can see it clear as day.

He clears his throat immediately, “Alright, alright. Calm down, children,” you open your mouth to argue against that nickname, but he doesn't leave pause for you to interject, “I’m leaving now. I know we joked about you two killing each other but…. Just, please don’t? It’s not worth it. Think of the money.” 

Eddie’s jaw clenches, his eyes unmoving from you as you muster up just as hateful of a glare. 

“Hey! Are you two listening to me?” he claps his hands, and the staring contest ends as you both reluctantly offer him your attention, “I’m serious. Who knows? Maybe you two can come out of this friends.”

Friends. The mere idea makes you cackle cruelly, Eddie balking immediately. 

“As if,” you sneer as Eddie spits, “Over my dead body.” 

Steve simply shrugs, “You say that now. We’ll see what changes over the next twenty four hours.” 

Nothing, you want to say. Nothing is going to change over the next twenty four hours, except I’ll be five hundred dollars richer. 

You join Eddie in walking Steve back to the door, even though you technically don’t have to because, technically, it’s not your apartment. But it’s still the polite thing to do, and Steve is still your friend, so you do. 

Eddie opens the door, and you stand a few steps away from them, shifting back and forth on your feet awkwardly. Steve pauses to check the watch on his wrist before turning and facing the two of you a final time.

“Alright, so, it’s currently four-fifteen. That means you-” he pauses and points directly to you, “-need to send proof of you both being alive, well, and still together at five-fifteen. You guys can leave the apartment, but you have to go with each other, and you can’t ditch each other wherever you might end up going. Capiche?” 

“Capiche,” you answer in monotone, Eddie not saying a word. 

“Good. Oh, by the way,” Steve already has one foot out the door, and you know it’s deliberate. Whatever he’s about to say, you’re not going to be happy about, “Expect randomized calls from all of us throughout it all. Including through the night. Cool? Cool! See you guys tomorrow, and keep your phones charged!” 

Both you and Eddie are already attempting to argue, immediately upset by this detail that was kept from both of you, but Steve is already jogging down the hallway, away from the chaotic outburst. 

“What the fuck?” Eddie says in annoyance, his face twisted terribly, “I didn’t agree to be babysat during this. I just want my fucking money.” 

Even though you were also seething at the additional rule, you opt instead to make a comment to get under Eddie’s skin rather than complain in agreement. “I think you forgot an F-bomb somewhere in there.” 

“Oh?” he turns to you, letting the door slam shut as he swings his arm, “My fucking bad. I fucking guess I should fucking watch my fucking language, yeah? Fucking oops.” 

“Has anyone told you you’re fucking annoying?” you ask in contempt. 

“Yeah. You.” 

He stalks away from his entry way at that, clearly pleased at getting the last word in this argument. And it nearly kills you, because you have no choice but to follow him back into his living room.

It’s going to be a long twenty four hours. 

He’s clearly heading towards the couch to sit down, and you can’t fathom staying in close proximity for another moment, so you begin to veer towards the kitchen. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks suddenly once your back is turned to him. 

“The kitchen?” you glance over your shoulder, lifting an eyebrow, “Or is that not allowed?” 

“Why are you going to the kitchen?” 

“Why do you care?” 

“Because it’s my fucking apartment.” 

Right. He has a point. You won’t tell him that, but he has a point. 

He’s rerouted himself from the couch towards the hallway you’re about to enter, towering over you as his lips settle into a predictable frown. 

“Can you go more than ten seconds without dropping an F-bomb? Seriously,” you question, crossing your arms, “I just want water or something. Is that a crime?” 

“To answer your first question,” he shifts around your body in the tight space, his hand brushing your hip. Both of you jump back at the contact as if even touching each other burns, “No. I fucking can’t. Not when I know it bothers you so much, sweetheart,” he’s once again using a nickname he knows will irritate you on purpose as he walks into what you assume the kitchen is. And once again, you’re following behind him like a lost puppy, having to swallow your pride like a jagged pill, “Secondly, one of my rules is to not touch my shit, so… Yeah. It is a crime by the law of the land.” 

“Law of the land?” you snort, rolling your eyes, “My God. What are you going to do? Call the police? ‘Hello, yes, 911? I’d like to report a crime. A girl I voluntarily let into my home got herself a glass of water.’” 

You choose to purposefully pitch your voice higher rather than lower as you clearly mock him. It gets the reaction you were seeking out - his entire body stiffens as he stops in front of a cabinet. 

“Congratulations,” he says slowly, turning at an agonizing pace to face you, “It’s a new record. It’s been less than five minutes alone, and you’ve already gotten on my fucking nerves.”

“Good,” is all you can reply. 

He huffs in response before he goes back to whatever he was doing before, opening the cabinet to expose a small assortment of glasses and mugs alike. None of them match – all of them were clearly either bought at different times, or gifts, in the mugs case. They’re the type you might find at Spencer’s, all pop culture references or character faces. He grabs one of the smaller, plain clear cups, turning around to hand it to you. 

Before your hand can wrap around it, he yanks it back momentarily, “Now, if you decide to throw this cup at my head like a raging bitch, it’s plastic. Minimal damage. Keep that in mind, yeah?” 

Once he’s gotten in his smart-ass remark, he lets you take the cup from him. 

So he’s also thinking of Steve’s party. Good to know. 

“That’s fine. I’ve practiced my throws since then. I’m aiming for your crotch next time.” 

If you two were friends, it might be funny. You would have said it in light-hearted cadence, he would have thrown his head back in laughter, and it could be passed off as a simple inside joke between two acquaintances. But you aren’t friends, and you say it in a convincingly serious tone, and he doesn’t even smile.  

“You can get water from the fridge,” he informs you flatly, “Try not to break it.”

“It’s a fridge that dispenses water. I know how it works, asshole. I’ve used one before.” 

“You never know,” he shrugs. You expect him to walk away, to leave you to it, but instead he leans against his counter and watches you. 

And he thought he was the one being babysat over simple phone calls? 

You choose to bite your tongue for once as you fill the cup half full of water, taking your time as you sip some down, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. 

It’s only been a few seconds of silence. Blissful, wonderful, divine silence. But of course, it’s Eddie, and the moment he notices you begin to relax, he has to speak up and ruin it. 

“If I knew all it takes to shut you up is to keep your mouth occupied, sweetheart, I would have done it sooner,” he comments, and it takes practiced patience to slowly lower the cup and swallow what water is in your mouth without bursting with rage. But he has to comment on even that, “Aw, and you swallow? Just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” 

You turn to him, face flooding a brilliant shade of red as your eyes narrow. In the most virulent tone you can muster, you only respond with, “I hate your guts.” 

He grins. It’s not friendly – it’s downright bellicose. “The feeling’s mutual.” 

Yeah. It’s going to be a very long twenty four hours. 

[intothedysphoria]

I feel like harringrove was Eros and Psyche is particularly interesting.

Billy being the god of romantic and sexual love not just in a way that is beautiful, but also in a way that is angry and volatile and particularly hard to pin down.

Steve who is definitely pretty (prettier than Aphrodite whoops) but is also tough and willing to endure massive amounts of hardship for his love. Literally going to Hades (The Upside Down) to win Billy back.

Billy is a new student at Hawkins who definitely feels different. And he seems obviously over interested in Steve. Constantly trying to pin him down, best him in some way.

He also doesn’t seem quite solid. Steve can never place what his face looks like. He knows that Billy is hot but if you asked him how, Steve couldn’t tell you.

They’re sitting outside one day after practice, Steve clearing up some stuff, when Billy accidentally drops his pack of Marlboros all over himself.

And he looks at Steve like he’s the sun.

Steve is whisked away to a castle somewhere and is told that the god of love is in love with him. But there’s one catch.

He can never see Billy’s true form.

Of course that doesn’t work out, Steve being Steve.

He gets curious, ends up looking at Billy’s true face while Billy was sleeping, Billy storms off and Aphrodite sets Steve three tasks.

One is herding demodogs. Which is gross.

Of course Steve ends up doing them all, Billy forgives him. Aphrodites pissed but she can’t do anything now and they’re happy together.

[siriuslysmoking]

Slow Down

Part 5 of Meddle About

Series Masterlist

A/N: Oops... I maybe haven't posted an update to this fic in months... my bad. But um, here it is. Again, so sorry guys.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29), Reader STILL fawning over Steve every moment she can, Thoughts of unrequited affection, talks of unsuccessful past relationships

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-I don't know if you already know how But girl, I got the feeling that you know now You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down-

it's been weeks since you and Steve got back from the bahamas, you've been texting back and forth but haven't seen each other face-to-face since.

you've tried to distance yourself, you're getting far too deep, and you've been burned too many times to fall for it again.

It's not that you didn't trust him, you did wholeheartedly. But you don't know what he wants from you, what he expects. You've been trying to pick up on any signs at he's been giving you, but nothing.

You can't go off of nothing. You're not going to walk up to Steve and say 'Hey, I might be in love with you! Best of luck! I suck at being in love!'

You wake up, as normal, and go to your classes as normal. It's hard to focus, your mind keeps wandering to him. And damn him to being so him.

He calls you that night, "Hey Honey, what are you doing?"

"Um, nothing, just reading in bed."

"Watcha reading?"

"Just something for my Psych class, The Fundamentals of Psychological Disorders."

"Is it interesting?" You can hear him shuffling around, as if he was laying down.

"Yeah, it is, I've got pages of notes." You flip through your pages while you speak.

"Good, I'm glad you're liking it."

"What's up with you?"

"Uh- nothing, I'm just sitting on the couch with Daisy, she got an ear infection so I had to clean it up and I booked her an appointment to the allergist, I think she might be allergic to something in the house."

"Ah, that's no good. Hope she starts feeling better."

"She'll live." You could practically here his smile in his voice. You're imagining her laying on his stomach while he rubs behind her ears. "About what I called you about-"

"Alternative motives." You sing, he just laughs at this point instead of getting panicking.

"I want to make you dinner."

"I get to finally taste your famous cooking?" You smile through the phone.

"If you want, how does chicken and risotto sound?"

"It sounds wonderful, if I knew what risotto is I'm sure it would sound splendid."

"Rich people rice is what Robin calls it, I believe." Robin, his best friend, who you learned the name of a week ago.

"That gives me a clear imagine, thank you."

"What are you doing know?" You can hear the laugh bubbling up his throat.

"Nothing..."

'I hear- I hear typing." It comes out as a laugh.

"I'm definitely not searching it up."

"Definitely not." He says in mockery seriousness, "I must be hearing things."

"So when should i expect this fancy rice?"

"How about tomorrow night?" He's never asked you on such short notice, it makes you get in your head. Maybe he had plans cancel, maybe a date, and now he's asking you.

"Tomorrow?"

"Unless that's too early, I- It's just been a while since I've seen you."

"Ah! Missing my face Harrington?" You say, jokingly.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Tomorrow then." You nod you head.

"Tomorrow."

You arrive at Steve’s apartment at six, heart racing slightly at the thought of seeing him again after all this time. The door swings open before you can knock, and there he stands, a warm smile breaking across his face.

“Hey, honey,” he greets, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. “You made it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you reply, stepping inside and taking in the cozy ambiance. The smell of something savory wafts through the air, making your stomach growl. “Wow, it smells amazing in here.”

“Just wait until you try it,” he says, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “I hope you’re ready for a culinary masterpiece.”

You chuckle, watching as he moves around the kitchen with ease. There’s something oddly charming about the way he navigates his space, a mix of confidence and casual grace.

As you help him set the table, the conversation flows effortlessly. You share little snippets about your classes, and he updates you on Daisy, who’s now comfortably snoring on the couch.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d enjoy being a dog dad,” Steve says, pouring wine into two glasses. “But it turns out I’m pretty good at it.”

“Seems like you’re good at everything,” you tease lightly, taking the glass he offers. “You’ve got the whole ‘mysterious, handsome rich man’ thing down to an art.”

Steve laughs, leaning against the counter. “I’m just a guy who makes a decent risotto and has a cute dog.”

“Cute dog, great cooking skills… it’s a whole package,” you reply, letting the compliment linger. He raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your flattery.

“Careful, or I might start thinking you’re sweet on me,” he shoots back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“Me? Never,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart races nonetheless. “I just appreciate good food and great company.”

“Speaking of great company…” He gestures for you to sit at the table as he brings over the food, steam rising in delicious clouds. “I hope you’re ready to be impressed.”

You take your first bite, and your eyes widen. “This is incredible! I can’t believe I doubted your cooking skills.”

“I told you,” he beams, clearly pleased. “It’s all about the right ingredients and a little love.”

“Love? Is that the secret ingredient?” you ask, leaning in slightly, relishing the moment.

“Maybe,” he says, holding your gaze for a second longer than necessary. “But I think the company has a lot to do with it, too.”

You swallow hard, the air thickening with unspoken tension. “Well, I’m glad I could be part of it,” you say, trying to keep your tone light.

As dinner progresses, the conversation flows from school to random trivia about each other. You laugh more than you have in weeks, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a blanket.

“Okay, one last question,” Steve says, leaning forward, a teasing glint in his eye. “If you had to choose between never having dessert again or giving up pizza for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Ugh, that’s cruel!” you exclaim, feigning distress. “I can’t live without either!”

“Choose wisely,” he presses, clearly enjoying your dilemma.

After a moment of mock contemplation, you finally say, “I guess I’d have to give up dessert. Pizza is life.”

Steve laughs, a genuine sound that fills the room. “Good choice. I’ll have to remember that for our next pizza night.”

“Next pizza night?” you echo, your heart racing at the implication of “next.”

“Yeah, you know, when I take you out for pizza. It’ll be great.” He grins, seemingly unfazed by the implications of his words.

“Sounds like a plan,” you reply, the moment stretching between you, full of possibilities.

As the evening winds down, you both move to the couch, Daisy curling up at your feet. The soft glow of the lamp creates an intimate atmosphere, and you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and something deeper brewing between you.

Steve glances at you, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “I’ve missed this—just hanging out, you know? It’s nice to have someone to share it with.”

“Yeah, it really is,” you agree, feeling the warmth in your chest again.

You both sit in comfortable silence, the world outside fading away. It’s moments like these that make you forget about the uncertainty, the lines you’re both dancing around. You lean back into the couch, letting out a contented sigh.

“Just so you know,” you say, glancing over at him, “this was exactly what I needed.”

Steve smiles, that gorgeous smile that makes your heart flutter. “Anytime, honey. I’m always here if you need a little escape.”

And as you sit there, surrounded by the scent of good food and the comforting presence of Steve, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

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[batbabydamian]

DC May 2024 Solicitations - Comics Featuring Damian! 🦇

BATMAN #147

5/7/2024

Written by Chip Zdarsky

Art and Cover by Jorge Jimenez

Variant Covers: Kendra “Kukka” Lim (1:25), Stevan Subic (1:50), Jorge Jimenez, Yasmine Putri

With no allies, no weapons, and almost no hope...can Batman fight back before Zur makes a true devil's bargain? The world is about to know Zur's true power! Him and.. his new sidekick? "Dark Prisons" continues!

BATMAN AND ROBIN #9

5/14/2024

Written by Joshua Williamson

Art and Cover by Simone Di Meo

Variant Covers: Gleb Melnikov, Howard Porter, Simone Di Meo (1:25), Ivan Tao(?)

Who will be Gotham's true protector? The people of Gotham will decide! While his father fights for his life, Damian now knows Shush's secrets, and it's only created more problems for him as a high school student and as Robin! Can the Dynamic Duo find each other before it's too late?

THE BOY WONDER #1 of 5

5/7/2024

Written by Juni Ba

Art and Cover by Juni Ba

Variant Cover: Cliff Chiang, Juni Ba (1:25)

The young prince Damian Wayne was raised to be the heir to the fearsome League of Assassins -to follow in the footsteps of his deadly mother, Talia, and the Demon's Head himself, his grandfather Ra's al Ghul. But everything changed when his father, the Batman, reclaimed him and brought him back to Gotham City. As Robin, young Damian suddenly discovered he was merely one of a number of princes, preceded in the role by his "brothers" Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin...and Damian doesn't care to be merely anything. But when his father is forced to leave the city on urgent business, and a rash of abductions is accompanied by whispers of a demon stalking Gotham's dark alleys, Damian will find himself battling alongside his adoptive brothers- and in the process, learning what the mantle of Robin really means! Visionary writer/artist Juni Ba makes his mark on the timeless story of Batman and Robin, synthesizing the characters' complex history into an accessible and heartrending fairy tale!

WONDER WOMAN #9

5/21/2024

Written by Tom King

Art and Cover by Daniel Sampere

Variant Covers: Julian Totino Tedesco, Stjepan Seijic, Irvin Rodriguez (1:25)

The ultimate test! As Sovereign's grip on Wonder Woman's psyche tightens, she retreats into the arms of Steve Trevor. Will their love for the ages prove victorious over the web of Amazon lies weaved in Man's World? Plus, Trinity lets the dogs out!

[ladykailitha]

Buckle up, there is a topic I want to rant about today. A few days ago this came across my dash and it reminded me of someone I knew from high school.

There was this kid at my high school everyone thought was a douche. He was good looking, popular, could sing, dance and play an instrument (I think it was guitar, but I don't remember it's been 20 years). He was getting lead roles in the plays as a sophomore (we didn't have freshman in our high schools out here in hick Utah where the running joke has always been we're behind the times by at 20-40 years), he got duck classes because he was getting acting jobs while in school.

We'll call him MH because those were his initials.

He was in my biology class and our science teacher had four groups of four debate creationism vs evolution (you shouldn't debate established fact but whatever). Two groups would be for creation and the other two would be for evolution.

I picked creation because I was a contrary child and wanted to debate the opposite of my actual views. (I was like thatTM) He picked evolution.

We got up and gave our arguments. Now our teacher wasn't a stupid man, stupid assignment aside. He knew his classes. He knew teenagers. He gave them two voting slips. One for who liked the best. Popularity wise. And the other for who gave the best arguments.

Now for some added context, this is Utah. Mormonville. Creation is basically hardwired into our psyche from birth. The chances of EVOLUTION winning was as likely as a pig sprouting wings.

But I was not well liked in high school, I was an epileptic, ADHD, anxiety riddled nerd. So MH's team got the votes for both the best argument and the most popular, because fuck me that's why. (And yeah, this sounds like my anxiety talking, but no these little shits told me that to my face.)

I can't remember how long exactly it was. Long enough that I got over it, but fresh enough I knew what he was talking about. But shortly after this shit show we have a fire drill. It was cold, it was miserable and I was ready to start cussing for the warmth.

MH comes up to me and the two friends I was with and tells me "Hey, I think it was crap that you lost. Your team had the better argument and was better articulated. I just wanted to let you know." And then melted back into the crowd of students.

I didn't think he knew what my name was, if I'm honest. But he came up to me and told me that I should have won. Even my friends were shocked. Now of course I was bitter about losing, because how could I not be? But the fact that the hottest guy in school came up to me and said that? I felt vindicated.

From that day on though? I was a staunch MH supporter. I was tell people that he was probably shy and very busy (you know with the whole acting jobs thing).

TL;DR: high school douche goes out of his way to tell me that I should won the on merit side of a stupid debate and I find out not a douche after all.

So why do I bring this up? Because of Steve Harrington. He has literally everyone saying he was an ass in high school. That he has to atone. But other than some instances where it was absolutely warranted we never really see Steve be a douche. Just typical teenager shit. And every time he does something "bad" he apologizes for it.

But all his friends are still giving him shit about it three years later. But not Jonathan who was an actual fucking criminal. Like he didn't have develop the sex pictures if he was looking for evidence of the thing that took his brother. I've developed film. The negative, while small gives you a pretty good indication of what would develop.

And yeah Nancy forgave him, but no one asked Steve if he forgave him. Because he was in those pictures, too. Steve was just as violated as Nancy was. And if the scene we see is any indication, Steve was probably more predominately featured than Nancy was, because he was on top. Meaning he would have covered her most of the time.

So no, I don't think Steve was a bully. No, I don't think he has anything to atone for that he hasn't already atoned for in fucking spades. I think he was always that same lovable dork he always was and Nancy had nothing to do with his "hero arc". But I have my own thoughts about Nancy that are way too long for this already massive dash stretcher.

/rant end

[labradorite-princess]

Tell me your tumblr crushes and and interesting fact about yourself 💕

Thank you for asking baby!!!!!! You've been so sweet to me - always sending me asks!

My Tumblr Crushes:

@spookyduckface - I love Steve sm!

@cosmicescape

@we-survive-endlessly

@giant-sized-dork

@0verstepping

@chill-canadian

@jedipumpkin21-3

@satanlikedmymoxie

@thesoundandtheink

@sl0w-bloom

@glasses-and-bangs93

@southernwildwonder

@kyrs-cabin

@grippysockgangg

@smiler1991

@xlocal-ghostx

@sensualfaehole

@endureandsurvives

@another-anime-daydreamer

@prinxashbicth

@syrixy

Really everyone I follow I have a crush one

I feel like I've forgotten so many ppl

I'm so sorry!

Interesting Fact About Me:

I use to be a CNA before I got on disability.

It surprises the rns/lpns/cnas/students/therapists/social workers at psych wards.

I worked in a nursing home on the rehab until.

So I helped take care of ppl who go knee/shoulder/etc replacements, surgeries, broken bones, falls, memory issues, hospice patients, stuff like that and the last year it turned into the covid ward.

It was a lot of lifting. I got v strong at my time there.

My family thinks this was a large contributor to my mental breakdown in 2021.

[fastlikealambo]

t𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 p𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 c𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕. || d𝚊𝚛𝚔 a𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊! f𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 f𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 bl𝚊𝚌𝚔!f𝚎𝚖 r𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2/3

Summary:The spring semester has begun and Reader finds herself ensnared in the trap of charismatic psychology professor, Henry Creel. When her relationship with the professor becomes all consuming and strange things begin to occur, Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Eddie race to uncover the truth before they lose Reader forever.

Warnings: mental health discussions, past trauma, mental abuse, murder, gaslighting, violence, hypnosis

Link to part one.

“I’ve spoken to your other professors, they say you are brilliant. I think they are incorrect, wouldn’t you agree?” 

You looked at your psychology professor of only three weeks, bewildered with mouth agape, semi resembling a dying sea bass. There’s no sign of joking in his tone or sparkle in his eye, as if he asked you about today’s weather rather than anything else.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand, is this about the test? You gave me an A, did I do something wrong?” You asked, sinking into your blazer while Professor Creel observes you like a cat sunbathing near a mouse, just as content to watch potential prey as it is to hunt it.

“Every answer was correct, I can see that you studied, however I can also see that you are deeply and utterly mindless. Your mind is as empty as it is open and I think you know that.” He said again with no hint of malice. 

You stood up, bag in hand, already going through the hours of the registrar in your mind to see if you could drop intro to psych today, a tight smile on your face. You knew the rules, if you did not smile, you would be seen as angry and to be angry and brilliant is only admissible for whom the world indulges.

“I’m sorry Professor, I think there was a mistake with the registrar and I’m not actually supposed to be in this class. I don’t want to take a spot from a student who needs this class, I hope you understand.” You said voice even and turned toward the office door but his hand closed tightly around your wrist.

Somewhere, a clock chimed.

“Let go, you’re hurting me!” You yelled but a clock chimed again and you stood still.

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time, so lonely, so guilty. I can fix that, I can fix you.” He whispered but you yanked your hand out of his grip, racing for the door.

A clock chimed again and stiff as a board, you fell backwards, silently creaming for help.

For them.

Robin’s scream ended just as quickly as it began, Nancy’s hand over her mouth.

Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy stood almost as still as you did, rooted in fear of you making even the slightest movement. 

Nancy was the first to make a move, fast and silent up the stairs with the rest of her lovers on her heels, whispering back and forth as they made their way to the third floor banister you were poised to swan dive off at any minute.

“What do we do?”

“We have to wake her up!”

“You’re not supposed to wake a sleepwalker, Steve!”

“Does that look like sleepwalking, Robin?”

It didn’t.

It looked like you were frozen in place, eyes open but not open, fluttering this way and that, standing on a thin banister that was not meant to bear the weight of a human being in Bart Simpson socks.

It looked horrifying.

It looked impossible.

Steve made a move to grab you first but Nancy stopped him, drawing him back.

“Nancy, what the hell?!”

“If you do it too fast, she could get hurt, you could get hurt! Look at her, she’s not moving at all, we’ve made noise, there are noises all around this house and she’s still not moving. Whatever we do, we have to do it slowly.” Nancy explained, looking back at you, the fear she had tried to keep from her face in full force.

Steve nodded, moving slowly with Eddie on his other side, practically in slow motion in their short agonizing walk to you. Steve gently snaked one arm around your waist, the other around the back of your knees while Eddie waited to guide the rest of you safely down to the ground. 

Robin scampered over to an old ratty chair on the landing, grabbing its cushion and placing it down on the ground as a marker for them to place your head. Nancy took a spot right next to them, three fingers in the air.

“On the count of three, okay?  One, two-

“So no one told you life was gonna be this way?”

The downstairs tv blared and a clock somewhere else chimed, causing you to open your eyes wide with a gasp.

And your foot to slip.

You don’t know how he was not seen but Creel carried you to his car like a broken down doll, your eyes wide open and stuck as he shoved you in the trunk with something else.

Not something.

Someone.

“Please don’t try to scream, you’ll choke. She was a failure like you but I couldn’t make her better, I tried so hard to make her better!” Creel bemoaned, hitting the steering wheel over and over until his knuckles turned red before straightening in the driver’s seat. 

“You won’t remember this but it’s nice to have some company for the kedeia. We can go over your new academic career while we drive!  You will be seeing me four times a week for tutoring, evaluation and further punishment.  After this semester should you not disappoint me and I don’t kill you, you will change your major from that garbage to a double major in classics and psychology with me as your adviser, won’t that be perfect? You will have to live with me and leave those degenerates behind but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make.”

Creel continued to talk but all you could do was stare into the face of a dead young woman you now recognized as your former classmate, her bloated face frozen in an expression of pure terror mere inches from your own.

He propped you up in the car somewhere in the woods behind campus and made you watch as he reorganized a funeral pyre.

He had done this before. 

“To Athena, we commit one of your failures to the earth. May her disappointments burn away as quickly as her flesh.” Creel whispered, tossing a lighter onto her body.

All you could do was let out a choked guttural moan as he got back in the car.

“Don’t be afraid, it will be over soon.” He whispered, lips on your cheek.

Somewhere, a clock chimed.

You were falling.

There was no time to wonder how you were falling or why when hands roughly lifted you, your arms nearly pulled out of their sockets as your lovers hauled you back over the railing, falling over in one breathless heap.

No words are spoken on the floor, just weak attempts at catching breath and subtle glimpses at the railing to affirm that whatever just happened really fucking happened. 

Robin’s around your middle first, her head resting on your stomach, tears wetting your apparently sweaty t-shirt, holding you so tight it should have hurt but the weight of her keeps you from dissolving into screams.

Nancy’s next, hands running up and down your body to check for blood or bones that would have broken had you actually fallen. When she’s satisfied you are not mortally injured, she draws her forehead to your feverish one, hand cradling the back of your neck, a series of quiet sobs escaping her.

Eddie’s hands sort of hover over you, face in between in worry and damn near grief, too scared, too relieved, too everything to touch you at first before giving in and leaning you against his chest, rocking you, for his benefit or yours you’re not exactly sure but you don’t want him to let go.

Steve’s lips meet every inch of exposed skin, a fury of wet kisses all over you in an attempt to drown out the sound of his own muffled crying but with one last kiss on the top of your head he breaks, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks, arms stretched wide to somehow hold each and everyone of his lovers.

The moment you’re truly enraptured by their almost sorrow is when you allow yourself to shatter, sobbing in fear and confusion, holding on to Robin, Nancy, Eddie, and Steve as if your life depended on it.

Because it did.

A clock chimed somewhere but this time, you didn’t hear it.

“The last thing I remember is you coming to pick me up from tutoring, everything before and after that is a blur. Everything’s been blurring together these days, I know there’s something wrong but I don’t know what, it feels like I’m losing time.” You said, draped in just about every blanket in the house, sitting on Steve’s lap, his arms around you like a seat-belt, Robin holding one hand and Nancy the other.

“You don’t remember anything that happens when you see Creel?” Eddie asked, pacing around the living room.

“Not really,  I have these flashes, a clock,  the trunk of a car,  a fire but I can’t put them together, it’s like something doesn’t want me to.”

“ Or someone.” Nancy said grimly.

“Professor Creel is doing something to me, something I can’t fight, something I can’t control, all I know is that it-

“Will all be over soon?” Robin finished, placing your notebook on your lap and you look down at the pages.

“This is my handwriting but I don’t remember writing this. Fuck, what’s happening to me?” You exclaimed, eyes watering all over again as Nancy took you in her arms, transferring you from Steve’s lap to her own.

“What if this isn’t you losing your mind? What if you were warning yourself?” Robin asked, looking down at the paper again. 

“ Again, share it with the class Robin.” Steve huffed.

“Whatever Creel is doing, you’re fighting it, you just don’t remember doing it. Those flashes, this paper, you’re leaving yourself clues. You’re not a mad woman, you’re a goddamn survivor.” Robin said, kneeling in front of you, taking your face in her hands.

“What if I’m not strong enough to fight him?” You whispered.

“You don’t have to be, we are.” Steve said, with a hand on your shoulder, kissing your neck.

“We won’t let anything happen to you angel, he doesn’t know that we know and we can use that to our advantage.” Eddie said.

This was all so overwhelming, your head was killing you, and you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you.

“Baby, your nose!” Robin exclaimed and you looked down to see blood dripping down onto the blanket.

“He’s going to kill me.” You muttered quietly but Nancy calmly tilted your head forward and kissed your blood stained lips.

“Not if we kill him first.”

This is going to be a three part story! Sorry for the wait, but I hope this makes up for it.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞

[lokislytherin]

IDEAS TO DROP BEFORE I FORGET THEM

1) teacher!seok x parent!jae

kind of inspired by this one wangxian au i read with a yuan being a preschooler but hyungseok is a primary school teacher, jaehye is The Problem Child (read: she never shuts up even when she's not meant to be talking) of his class of 7-8 year olds, jaeyeol is jaehye's older step-brother turned parent.

the jae sibs have a 20 year age gap so jaeyeol is around 28, jaeyeol's mom passed away years ago and he and kitae (blood bros) drifted away, hye is from another woman and after steve hong also passes away hye's mom is like Aight i do not want to deal with raising a child. and jaeyeol hates his father being absent all his life but he doesn't want hye to grow up in the foster system so he adopts jaehye even though he's a postgrad psych student (therapist jae!!! he doesn't talk much because he has the hex haywire voice and it's so deep it scares people but in reality it's just hot)

teacher!seok meets jae at a parent conference and he's like oh. Oh. this is the yeol-oppa jaehye adores so much. they start chatting purely bc jaehye is so chatty she's getting kind of behind in class and jaeyeol just sighs bc he's so busy at work he really wants to spend more time with jaehye but he doesn't have time and there's no butler in this au so it's just jae who's crazy busy and crazy rich by inheritance and hye who is a little demon and terrorizes every nanny bc she wants to spend time with her oppa!!

hyungseok is like if you don't mind... i could look after her until you finish work (school ends at 3pm, jae is a 9-5er) and jae's like Please. i'm so glad you said that

so they get a lot more private interaction time and they also coincidentally meet every now and then bc jaehye's harp class is close to the park where hyungseok walks his dogs so suddenly they have a whole routine where on the weekdays it's like

jaeyeol sends jaehye to school

jaehye picks jaehye up after work

sometimes hyungseok eats dinner with them bc hey, they're all going out to eat anyway, if nobody minds then they could all go together!

jaeyeol drives hyungseok home they say good night and they both kind of linger because nobody wants to say goodbye

and on the weekends it's like

jaeyeol sleeps in bc he finally gets a day off!!

jaehye smacks him until he wakes up bc wake up stupid oppa jaehye has harp class

jaehye goes to harp class and jaeyeol hangs out at a cafe and gets stared at for being the hot loner dilf sitting in the corner working on his computer

jaeyeol picks jaehye up from harp class

they meet hyungseok at the park bc he just finished going on a run with his dogs

they get lunch together because jaehye loves hyungseok's puppies LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE SO CUTE

jaeyeol's whipped the whole way through bc jaehye tells him Everything that goes on at school and he has never seen her so happy to go to school until her old teacher left and 'park seonsaengnim' took over as homeroom teacher and 'park seonsaengnim' is so nice to everyone and jaehye is actually Learning Things she just likes talking and when jaeyeol meets hyungseok for the first time he's already like Oh He's Hot

hyungseok doesn't realize he's pining until the very end where kouji's dad!gun (kouji is hye's classmate + 'archenemy') asks him out very bluntly and hyungseok's like wait. Wait. WAIT I'M SORRY I CAN'T ACCEPT YOUR CONFESSION I'M IN LOVE WITH JAEHYE'S OPPA

all the other parents (mijin and jinsung, sinu, etc) have a group chat without jae bc he looks so intimidating (the sheer businessman daddy energy is too strong) and they thought he and hyungseok had a Thing going on since the very beginning but no hyungseok is oblivious as hell and jae is shy as hell

2) winter olympics athletes au

if ao3 user agaybigay is here: hi. snowboarder jay go brr

in this au literally Everyone is there except for yujin's squad so you have

figure skating:

mijin + jinsung: pair skate, in love with each other but not dating, they've never medalled bc they're always 4th place, they beat japan's pride mitsuki and ryuhei out for third place in the fic

hyungseok: men's figure skating, aka south korea's national treasure, gold medalist

jaehye: women's figure skating, aka joy of south korea, youngest of the whole team

gun + dg: former multiple-time gold medalists, both retired now dg bc he didn't want to compete anymore and gun bc he injured his leg, they train the whole sk's figure skating team but mainly they just fight over daniel

gun used to compete for japan as yamazaki yuzuru but he moved back to korea to join korea team

snowboarding:

jae: silver medalist, the One Mysterious Guy who nobody knows anything about until his younger sister joins the team and she is number 1 oversharer. has a massive fanbase bc he's talented and his helmet hair is hot

haneul: gets a bronze medal in the year of the fic and it's her first medal, known for her very high jumps and flips like she's part of the sky

others

burn knuckles: luge. yeah. it was either this or curling and idk what's funnier actually

big deal + samuel seo: ice hockey, samuel is best attacker, jake is best defender, jerry is goalie, sinu is coach, lua is team manager

it's kind of like yoi with hyungseok pulling jaeyeol into a drunk pole-dance during the last national winter sports competition and jaeyeol being so gay for this gorgeous, sexy, absurdly flexible creature who fits against his body perfectly and hyungseok barely remembering anything bc he was so drunk he only remembers the person he danced with had warm hands and he remembers making a promise to that person but he doesn't remember what he promised

hyungseok has already admired jaeyeol for a while, jaeyeol is almost four years older than him here and it's jae-hyung's third olympics (he's 24 now and this is probably his last olympics), and hyungseok's always like wow... look at him... he's so cool 🥺🥺

they get to know each other as the olympics goes on bc they have to share the same hotel room, and ofc i have to bring the There Is Only One Bed trope in. they end up accidentally cuddling multiple times and then after watching jaeyeol snowboarding and ranking 1 hyungseok has a flashback like wait. Wait. he's the one i basically did a drunk strip-tease to. i promised him i'd kiss him if he won gold. he's now world champion. which means i have to kiss him. actually i have no problem with that

after jaeyeol wins gold they end up purposefully cuddling on the hotel bed. maybe they do Other Things too since the figure skating and snowboarding competitions are both over

3) he was a punk she did ballet but it's skateboarder hyungseok and ballet dancer jae bc hyungseok is too poor to afford after school clubs and jae is a rich boy forced to learn Rich Kid Things ie piano, ballet, violin, swimming, etc

[sarahowritesostucky]

Hello~ Huge fan of the way you write ABO, especially Hydra Sanitorium and CAfOE. I've been wondering, though - could/would you give a little more detail how Steve ended up in an A/A marriage in CAfOE? I know his line about "rules for thee", but it's so interestingly off-beat (to me) with the rest of his characterization. Are A/A marriages considered same-sex marriages, or do the same categories of LGBTQIA apply in your ABO 'verse, and secondary sex is a different category? That is, Steve was/is "straight" in this context because he was married to a woman. And ditto for Peggy, running the girls' school. How did the presumably very conservative parents of their students feel about it?

Psyched about the new update, btw. I adore Peter, so I'd been waiting for him to show up!

Oh my GOD here 🥇🏆just take it: the award for best, most engaged fan question. What a flippin' awesome question to wake up to!

Yeah Peter is this adorable little wiry, hyperactive, chibified boy that lives in my head for omega characterization. Conservative parents of students would have no issue with an A/A relationship, and I'll explain why.

The same rules of LGBQIA do not directly translate here. Much less importance is placed on primary gender (m/f), and most placed on designation (a/b/o). O/O is the only designation that would overarchingly be considered "gay" or dysfunctional somehow and thus discouraged - and that's b/c of the intense bio need omegas have for alphas. Even still, o/o has often been permitted as a background activity, just so long as they don't start identifying as only wanting other omegas. Historically, A/A relationships have not been viewed the same way.

(The context I'm discussing here is the cultural context of Europe and US from about 1600s-1940s/50s. Here is a post where I talk about other world cultures and time periods, as well as discuss the cultural traditions in the west regarding older alphas being paired with younger omegas)

So the first thing to understand about this 'verse, is that A and O is pretty uncommon. Like 0-10% of the population can be A or O in most places, and probably 5-8% of the world's total population is. Most people are beta.

Second important point: Alphas do not have the same level of biological need for omegas as omegas do for them, so they have more options and flexibility for choosing their partners.

Thirdly: you need to remember that A's and O's are viewed very differently int his world, and this affects what is socially acceptable for them. Omegas are viewed patronizingly as needier and a little biologically dumber than anybody else (b/c they are); they are people who need to BE taken care of. Whilst Alphas are viewed as ultra competent. Therefore, o/b or o/o relationships have never been well tolerated or taken seriously, whereas A/A relationships always have.

In many cultures - including in the west - it is perfectly normal for an A/A pairing to happen. Polygamy of a shared omega spouse between the two alpha spouses would've been a common arrangement, historically and leading all the way up into the 1940's(US)/50's(Europe).

The arrangement of two alphas marrying and being equal-plane partners, then adding an omega third into the mix (kind of like a really, really smart pet/nanny/prostitute, all built into one) whom they would care for and raise their family with together, was a very common social construct in the past.

In Peggy and Steve's marriage, part of the breakdown was to do with this issue--both in changing opinions about it, and miscommunications about wants and expectations.

Hope that helps! 💖Sarah.

[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (vol. 1) #24:Down to the River

Read Date: June 30, 2023 Cover Date: August 1989 ● Writer: Rick Veitch ● Pencils: Rick Veitch ● Inks: Rick Veitch ● Letterer: Steve Lavigne ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● Rick Veitch is the best guest writer/artist so far! ● why does Raph look so naked without his belt and mask??

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Synopsis: Raphael is attacked by a leech, which devolves him into a regular turtle.

As the story begins, Master Splinter is training the Turtles. The Sensei is attempting to broaden their spiritual scope, but their warrior's hearts are still too strong to grasp the subtleties of their lessons. The Sensei probes each Turtle, to discern their strengths, weaknesses, and phobias. Splinter senses that there is a weak link in their chain, and as he releases them from their training, each student bows before the master… save for Raphael, who has bound off to go swimming. Leonardo apologizes to Splinter for Raphael's behavior, and the Sensei states that perhaps they are not mature enough to grasp the next stage of ninjutsu training. Upon hearing this, the other three Turtles angrily take off in pursuit of Raph. The Master is pleased, as group pressure is one of the lessons of ninjutsu.

Leo, Don, and Mike dive into the murky waters before finding an underwater cave. As the three Turtles emerge into the chamber, clubs in hand, they find Raphael bent over something. The three brothers approach their sibling with ill intent when Raph points out that he's found some recently hatched turtle eggs. Everyone's mood lightens as they find dozens of baby turtles swimming around their feet. The guys muse briefly about what it would be like had they remained normal turtles. As Raph investigates the shells, he finds one baby turtle stuck in the sand. When he examines it, he finds that a large leech has attached itself to the young terrapin. Raph is grossed out by the bloodsucking creature and uses a stick to remove it from the baby turtle. The other guys are amused that Raph is afraid of the leech and they attach it to his foot. Raph freaks out and yells at them to get it off of him. Leo, Don, and Mike laugh as they toss Raph back into the water. The three brothers run off, psyched that they finally "got Raph good!" Raphael emerges from the water and pulls the leech off of his foot. As he's about to squish the parasite, Raph decides that it's not the worm's fault for being what it is and he tosses it back to the ground, telling it to stop picking on poor, defenseless turtles. The discontented Turtle then heads off after his mirthful brothers, warning them that they'll be laughing out of the other side of their faces once he catches them.

The next day the Turtles have resumed their practice with Splinter, but they still fail to grasp the intricacies of his lesson. As the Sensei mentally scans the region, he looks for a sign that the Turtles are opening their minds… but none are able. Raphael, more than any other, struggles. As Splinter views the surroundings, he is alerted to something in the water… a large leech. It is hungry… and has a malignantly cruel and evil presence!

Master Splinter is shocked by his discovery, and involuntarily he jerks away from the vision. The violence of the Sensei's recoil shocks his pupils and sends Raphael into unconsciousness.

The next day the Turtles are lounging around the river without their Master. Leo, Don, and Mike are trying to make peace with Raphael, who is angry with them for how they treated him in the cave. The boys spot a large snapping turtle swimming across the creek and are shocked when they see something attacking her. The brothers dive into the water and see a very big leech. The parasite seems oddly familiar to the Turtles, and they chase it away. The worm takes refuge in a small cave. Raph decides to trap the leech in the hole by blocking the entrance with his shell. Raphael then sends his brothers off to fetch their weapons, so they can dispatch the leech.

Shortly the Turtles return with Splinter. Raphael is unconscious once again, and as his family wonders what's happening now, Raph slumps forward into the water, revealing the much larger leech attached to his back, sucking fluid from the Mutant Turtle. The creature has now grown arms and legs, as it rises to meet its attackers. Master Splinter tells his students to stand their ground as he focuses his mind, in attempt to connect with the beast that had disturbed his visions two days earlier… but before the Sensei can make contact, Leonardo chops it into pieces. Raph groggily awakens and Leonardo apologizes to Splinter for reacting. The Sensei tells his student that their current lessons are designed to teach them how to protect themselves with other means then blades, but hopefully the threat has passed.

The next morning the Turtles are once again practicing with Master Splinter. Yet again, Raphael is having trouble focusing his mind on the lessons. The Sensei tries to reach into Raphael's mind, but his own fear and doubt prevent him. Suddenly, Raph breaks ranks and pursues a dragonfly with childish glee. Splinter ends the lesson and Michelangelo asks why all of them must suffer when Raph acts coo-coo… the Master does not answer.

Back at the farm, April and Casey join the Turtles and Splinter for dinner. All eyes are on Raphael as his food is placed before him. Raph smiles innocently and then smashes his hand down on the plate, splattering the room, and everyone in it, with goulash. Raph bursts out laughing as the others glare at him.

As time passes, everyone is dismayed as Raph reverts more and more into a normal turtle. Splinter tells Leo, Don and Mike that the leech is responsible for Raph's condition - that it must have sucked the Mutagen out of Raph's system, and so he's returning to his original form. The Turtles will have to find the leech to save Raph, so the group head down to the river. As the Turtles search the waters, they find nothing. April asks Splinter if they can simply recontaminate Raph with Mutagen, but the Sensei points out that the canister that contained the ooze is empty and there is no way to contact the aliens from the T.C.R.I., so there is no Mutagen to be had.

As the skies darken, Casey announces that they should call it a night. The Turtles argue against it when they're interrupted by a ranger, who thinks our heroes are fishing illegally. Casey nervously points out that they're merely swimming and that his friends are trying out their new "turtle costumes". Suddenly, Raphael escapes from April's grasp and swims towards the lawman's boat. As Raphael reaches the craft, the ranger reaches down and grabs the Turtle's hand.

"I just need to get ahold of you one last time, heee heee!", cackles the game warden as Raph mews in anguish.

The ranger lets Raph drop back into the water as he stands, revealing his face - it's the leech, now mutated into a bipedal monster!

The Turtles are incredulous and try to reach the creature's vessel, but it starts an outboard motor and zooms upriver, escaping their wrath. April pulls Raph's limp form from the water as Casey discovers the real Fish and Game Warden, every drop of blood sucked from his dead body. Splinter decrees that the beast stole Raphael's Mutagen to grow, but it feeds on human blood. The Sensei then names the creature "Bloodsucker".

With heavy hearts, Leo, Don, and Mike recall how they had tortured Raph with the leech mere days ago. The brothers then gear up in grim determination and prepare to hunt down Bloodsucker.

"Bring it back alive and in one piece, Leonardo.", Splinter advises, "It is Raphael's only hope."

Leonardo bows before his master and states, "We shall not fail, Sensei."

Casey says that he'll load up the car with "toys" and meet them upriver. As the Turtles prepare to leave, Raph mews helplessly at their feet. Each brother hugs Raphael goodbye, and the TMNT, only three in strength, set off after their enemy. April picks up the tormented Raphael and tells him that he cannot go with his brothers. Raph desperately grasps for his siblings as April kisses him. "Not this time, baby!"

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Down_to_the_River)

Fan Art: Leo and April by ice-mei

[cannotflyarc]

@emptyheir ( starter call. )

he's sat next to her a few times, she thinks. this is the third. yes, she does think about it, but she does keep track of something like this. not to let her mind wander. it's just good to keep this in mind. in case, there's a group project that johanna can choose her own partner for, she can find something in common with her seat neighbor. even if that something is the fact that they've sat next to each other this many times. not that it's too many times or even a lot of times --- it's all a confusing mess of the human psyche. johanna isn't one to be trusting, though the fact that this boy has said next to her this many times is a nice thought to linger on. she doesn't smell foul and he doesn't get annoyed at her little habits.

unless he does. unless there's no where else to sit. but that's silly, she tries to tell herself. why, this is enough times for her to realize that his name is steve ha.rrington. steven, she thinks, is his full first name. though, that isn't a very good way to start a conversation. "hello, i've heard your name is steve harrington and i think your full name is stevem, is that correct?" that is no way to begin. loneliness feels like getting a rock stuck in one's shoe. it nags at the heel as one takes a step at a tome. it moves to torture the toes. it bruises the sole. until the wearer has to stop on their journey, awkwardly hop around while they remove the shoe and spill the rock back into nature. johanna would like to get rid of the rock now. she would like to have a friend.

❝ you're steve, aren't you? ❞ it isn't . . . as terrible as the other icebreakers her mind was conjuring up. their professor stopped in his lecture to give the students a minute or two to discuss whatever they were talking about with their neighbors. johanna figured she would never find the courage to talk to him if she didn't do it now. instead of focusing on their classwork, which she would undoubtedly kick herself for later. ❝ i'm johanna, ❞ she adds on rather quickly, as if that could save herself from any awkwardness. ❝ i thought i heard that was your name, but if it isn't, i'm terribly sorry. i just thought i heard. ❞

[incorrectavengersquotes]

[Steve sighs heavily.]

Natasha: Let me guess, relationship trouble?

Steve: Yeah. I hate when we fight.

Natasha: I'm sure she feels the same way.

Steve: I'm not talking about Sharon, I'm talking about Bucky.

Natasha: So am I.

[stevethehairington]

Did I just find a way to shoehorn Carol Danvers into the new fic I started? You absolutely bet I did.