#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

[deeply-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

blah blah this snippet is a continuation of the previous two, here you go!

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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! 🖋️

[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

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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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[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.

[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.

[bestfrozentreats2]

Knights Bridge - Make Me Some Love

Sea Ell 105 - Odessa TX USA 1968. Mighty psych-ish Texas classic. Students of Permian High School and incredible competent for a bunch of 16-17 yrs olds. Lead guitarist Steve Smith passed in 2014, so this is in his memory. Tommy Whittington (vocals/guitar) Steve Smith (lead guitar), Randy Williams (bass), Ted Franklin (drums).

[cowboycherry]

about the author!

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— the basics.

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— the infatuations.

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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??

● 👏👏👏👏

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. 

[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 13

Steve’s turn to come to the rescue? Hell yeah!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10  Part 11 Part 12

Steve’s painting was coming along really well. He was trying to get the expression on Eros’s face right. It was becoming a problem. There was just something about the eyes being closed that didn’t work.

But he was supposed to be asleep when Psyche came in, but when Steve tried to paint the eyes closed, he looked dead and not asleep.

Steve sighed and decided to talk to Joyce about it after class. He told Eddie go ahead to the parking lot and he’d meet him there.

“Hey, Mrs Byers,” Steve greeted. “I wanted to talk to you about my final.”

Joyce looked up at him and smiled. “Sure, Steve. What’s up?”

“I’m having a hard time getting the face right, can you help me?” he said and handed over the canvas.

She took it gingerly to avoid smearing the wet paint. “It looks as though the face is giving trouble.”

Steve nodded. “Especially the eyes. I want them closed for the Eros theme but with the pose he comes off looking like a corpse.”

“Which,” she said with a huff of laughter, “not the look you’re going for?”

“Absolutely not,” he agreed.

“Steve...” Joyce said gently. “You do know that the myths and stories idea is just a guideline? You don’t have to stick to a theme if you don’t want to.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Um...really?”

Joyce laughed. “Yes, Steve. Try it with his eyes open and I think you’ll find it will be fine.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Mrs Byers.” He gathered up his painting and walked to the door.

“Hey Steve?” Joyce called out. “Why do you call me Mrs Byers? Almost everyone else calls me Joyce, except the really young students.”

Steve flashed her a bright smile. “It’s what I called you when I was babysitting Will. It’s a hard habit to break.”

She tilted her head to the side and then nodded. “Fair enough. Bye, Steve.”

“Bye, Mrs Byers.” He winked at her and walked off.

*

Eddie was waiting by his van having a cigarette when he spotted someone coming his direction.

“Shit!” he looked to see if he could just hop in the van and get away, but the other guy was too quick.

“Eddie? Is that you?” the far too cheerful voice cried.

Eddie closed his eyes and flicked his cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath his boot. He opened his eyes and sneered. “Well, well if it isn’t Nick Mantrell. Did you get arrested?”

Nick was a tall man with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. His smile was as crooked as his personality.

“Daddy got me off,” Nick said with a smile that was supposed to be winning but Eddie had long since found to be smarmy.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Of course he did. But then, Martin Mantrell always did have more money than sense.”

Nick’s mask dropped and his face became a dark and sinister thing. “You keep my daddy’s name out of your dirty mouth.”

Eddie huffed out a chuckle. “Man, I thought you liked my dirty mouth.”

And suddenly the mask was back up. “You know I do, baby.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Nick?”

Nike grinned. “I just wanted to catch up. See what you were up to these days. It been so long since I saw you, baby.” He got close to Eddie and ran his hand down his arm.

“I’m doing fine,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. “The band’s got an agent now and we just finished recording a demo that they’re going to shop around.”

Nick looked pityingly at him. “Oh that so sweet. And you’re sure he’s a real agent?”

Eddie frowned. He knew that’s how Nick would get under his skin. He hated how it almost worked again. “Pretty damn sure. His other clients include The Kestrels and Lonnie Hunter.”

Nick’s eyes went wide. “Those are some pretty big names, baby. I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Eddie shoulders slumped. “Why are you here man? At the school I mean.”

Nick smiled smugly. “I’m here getting my degree in business. Daddy’s going make me VP once I graduate.” He batted his eyelashes at him. “What are you doing here? I thought higher education was against the Munson doctrine.”

Eddie shifted uncomfortably under Nick’s gaze. “I’m doing a favor for a family friend. I’m the live model for her art class this year.”

Nick licked his lips suggestively. “Too bad it’s too late to take the class. Maybe I can convince Daddy to let me audit it for the last few weeks. You always did look your best right before I fucked you.”

Eddie began to squirm. “I don’t think you can do that.”

Nick leaned further into Eddie’s space. “I think you’ll find I can do a lot of things with a little bit of persuasion and a lot of money.”

Eddie’s face burned with humiliation and shame. He just wanted to go home.

A warm arm slid around his waist and soft chuckle breathed in his ear.

“Hey, Sunshine!” Steve greeted cheerfully. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you weren’t waiting to long.”

Nick reared back as if he’d been stung. “Who’s this then, baby?”

Eddie leaned into Steve’s side.

Steve cocked his head to the side and gave Nick his best mean girl smile. “Your worst nightmare unless you toddle off like a good boy.”

Nick sneered. “You always were a slut, Eddie. You would spread your legs for anyone with a good body and a playful smile.”

Steve eyed Nick up. “Honey, you aren’t my type and what Sunshine and I do is none of your business. Now shoo, before I get mad. And honey, the hulk’s a pussy cat in comparison.”

Nick turned on his heel and stormed off.

Steve sighed in relief. “Thank god that worked. I’m really bad at fighting and I would so fucking lose if we got in a fist fight.”

Eddie started giggling. And Steve flashed him a smile.

“You okay, now?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, thanks for that. That slimy piece of worm-ridden filth is my ex-boyfriend. Met him when I was still young and stupid. It wasn’t until after the third time he cheated on me that I walked away.”

Steve bumped their shoulders together. “I’m sorry he was harassing you. Guys like that are what give gay men a bad name.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “How did you manage to insinuate that we were together without out right lying?”

Steve frowned for a second. “Oh, the double talk?” Eddie nodded. “I learned it at the bar. It’s a customer service thing. Make them think that I promised them something when I really didn’t.”

Eddie laughed. “That’s amazing.”

“You still up for that coffee or do you want to go home?” Steve asked.

He leaned into Steve’s embrace further. “I just want to go home.”

“I’ll follow you to make sure you get home okay,” Steve said, gently removing his arm from Eddie’s waist. “Do you want me to keep up company until I have to go to work or would you rather be alone?”

Eddie immediately mourned the lost of Steve’s warmth. “Would you stay?”

Steve nodded. “Of course. I’ll meet you there okay?”

Eddie nodded back. Steve gave his arm a squeeze and then walked away.

Eddie watched him go, the warmth from Steve’s body making itself home in his chest.

Yup, he was so fucked.

*

Eddie led Steve up to his apartment feeling a tad nervous. It had been awhile since he brought anyone back to his place. And yes he knew it wasn’t like that, but his heart and his libido were screaming at him to change that in their favor.

He unlocked the door and let Steve go in first, fearing his reaction.

“Oh, wow,” Steve murmured. “This place is amazing. I have the same fucking floor plan you do and yet yours looks more homey and lived in then mine.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, how’s that?”

He closed the door behind them.

“Robin and I both had parents that decorated our rooms for us,” Steve explained, “so when we went off on our own we didn’t have any real idea of how to make it ours. So it looks like a catelogue.”

Eddie pursed his lips and looked up. “Yeah, no. I can totally see that.”

Steve laughed.

“You want something to drink?” Eddie called from the kitchen.

“Just water is fine,” he replied. “But aren’t I here to take care of you?”

Eddie’s cheeks were red when he came out with a glass of water for Steve and a beer for him. “If you wanted to take care of me, big boy, we should have gone to your place.”

Steve grinned. “It’s not to late. I live two seconds away.”

Eddie grinned back. “Nah, it’s cool. I’m more comfortable here.”

Steve raised his glass, “Here’s to shitty exes coming back in our lives when we least expect it!”

Eddie chuckled. “Here’s that!” He raised his can and took a long drink.

“So how are things going on the finding fame and fortune front?” Steve asked after a moment or two of silence.

Eddie just shook his head. “I mean we finished the demo and our agent is going around to all the major labels starting with the ones closest to home and branching out. But it still feels like a pipe dream, you know?”

Steve cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. “Is that what the slimy ex said? That it was just a pipe dream?”

Eddie huffed out a bitter laugh. “Yes, but he just pegged an old insecurity that I’ve had for awhile.”

“Nothing quite like having someone opening old wounds for fun,” Steve said.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I had just heard of bands getting record deals right out of the gate by preforming at the Queen’s Crown...and I–”

Steve set his water down and scooted closer to him, to place his hand on his knee. “You guys should have gotten the deal. I don’t know why the agent was the only one that saw your potential...but seriously, Eds, you killed it that night.”

Eddie looked up at him through his eyelashes. “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “And not just because the new song was about me.” He winked at him.

Eddie burst out laughing. “So is the Jester and the King, you egomaniac.”

Steve winced. “Ouch! I’m assuming you wrote that one after I hit you?”

“Sure did, baby doll,” Eddie said with a grin. “And then after we talked I couldn’t leave it like that, so I wrote Thorns and Thistles.”

“It was beautiful,” Steve said, his expression soft and fond.

“I’ve been writing other songs for if they decided to give us the record deal,” Eddie said. “You want to hear some of them?”

Steve lit up. He looked at his watch and crumpled. “Shit. It’s almost time for me to go to work.”

Eddie deflated too. “Oh. That’s okay. Some other time.”

Steve got a wicked gleam in his eye. “You know...the new bartender hasn’t had an opportunity to tend with Opal yet...”

Eddie’s head shot up in shock. “Just what are you saying there, Stevie?”

“Well...” Steve continued. “Diamond has been saying I’ve been working too hard lately and that I should take more time to myself...”

Eddie’s eyes got the same wicked gleam, “Is Steve Harrington suggesting playing hooky for little ol’ me?”

Steve just grinned and pulled out his phone. He shot off two quick text messages. The replies came just as fast as he sent them. Both Robin and Diamond applauding his decision.

“Now, I’m all yours,” he said setting his phone aside and giving Eddie his undivided attention.

“How? Why?” Eddie stammered.

Steve’s face softened. “Look, I’ve earned some good will with Diamond after the incident with Nancy and I don’t mind using it to spend more time with you.” He put his hand back on Eddie’s knee. “Plus Crystal, the new bartender has to get use to running the whole night, he’s been there two weeks with me he needs to get used to working with Opal, because that’s who he’s going to be working with.”

“Chrissy,” Eddie corrected. “Call her Chrissy.”

Steve’s face brightened. “Chrissy then.”

Eddie hurried up to grab his electric guitar and sat back down. “This is one is called Flying Higher.”

Steve settled back into the cushions of Eddie’s sofa to listen.

Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17 Epilogue

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