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hey guys, long time no kinn & porsche fic rec list! i miss these two so much it’s not even remotely funny. as always, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to share the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! god bless y’all for my daily allotment of serotonin. [part 8/?]

— the empty crown by rainbowcolored7 – explicit / 106.3k words (wip)

Porsche was destined to rule his kingdom, but the throne and his family were taken from him, forcing him and his brother into hiding.

Kinn chose to rule to save his family from the untouchable threat of the Council who strictly guard the power of the Source.

When their worlds collide, everything changes. Hidden plans tumble into motion, enemies become allies and, above all, love conquers.

— you were there, written in my stars by bleakyblues – explicit / 70.5k words (wip)

Kinn is your everyday, ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as the heir to the country’s underworld can be. But the point still stands. Kinn goes to school, helps his Pa with his work, hangs out with his friends and has a huge crush on his ‘good friend’ whom he is ‘not-dating’ (yet).

Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat with all the grace and stubbornness of a class five hurricane. And Kinn is lost, lost, lost... caught up in the winds never to emerge again.

— freedom is a sound/pleasure is a right ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 31k words

Kinn stares at him, and then up at the ceiling, and then back at Porsche.

“Have you considered being professional even a day in your life,” he says, sitting back down in his desk chair and rolling away enough to get some space, “I mean really and truly, do you know what it looks like, barging into my office,” Porsche cuts him off, mouthing along to his spiel, mainly because he’s heard it before, “sitting on my desk, interrupting meetings, and acting like, Porsche, people are going to think things, things you and your shiny visa can’t afford to have them thinking. things that me and my giant internship program can’t afford for them to think—”

(Or: Kinn and Porsche meet, kiss, fall in love. Only one problem—Kinn is his PhD advisor, and there’s more than a few rules about them being together.)

— the bachelor by blue_grama – mature / 25.9k words

It’s Pete who explains, the next morning over breakfast, because of course the news has spread all over the compound. “Haven’t you ever watched a mob movie?” He asks Porsche, gesticulating with a spoon. “They have all the money they could ever need, but they can never get respectability. The old-money types look down on them. The new-money types take their bribes, but they don’t let them into the inner circle. This is public relations.”

“A kinder, gentler mob?” Porsche laughs. “Come on.”

“They’ll use it to look nonthreatening, highlight the legitimate businesses, that sort of thing,” Pete says. He lowers his voice. “Everyone knows the Theerapanyakuls are dirty, but if they’re on television, how dirty can they be, right? And… I don’t know, but Khun Korn is strange about Khun Kinn’s love life. Maybe he’s trying to keep him in line somehow.”

— i’m not a saint, but i pay like a sinner by haeseolar – explicit / 25.4k words

“I’m not sure how a lowly human like you called me, but here I am,” His voice is deep, but not gruff or harsh like he was expecting. Porsche doesn’t have many preconceptions about demons as a whole, but everything he holds is being completely turned upside down and thrown out the window.

“Who are you?” Porsche croaks out, somehow finding his voice.

The demon’s eyes sharpen as he speaks, the slitted black pupils contracting and opening again like a cat’s. It’s just as fascinating as it is unnerving.

“You’re the one that called my name,” He shrugs, gesturing around the room flippantly.

“Anakinn,” Porsche says, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. “You’re Anakinn.”

— moonchild (we’re born in the moonlight) by wicca – explicit / 24.1k words

“Let me walk you home, then,” Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he’d heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. “Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall.”

“Trust me,” Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. “I’ll be fine.”

He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.

— desire is so different when god bore you hungry ‘series by captainkit – explicit / 20.6k words

“Let’s get out of here,” whispered Kinn. His eyes were so very kind. Porsche wanted to keel over with the hunger gnawing at his bones. The kindness in his eyes made him ache a little more.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Starvation was an old friend of Porsche’s.

— force of attraction by nuwildcat – explicit / 14.3k words

Gravity (noun): the universal force of attraction acting between all matter.

Porsche never was the best student in school. She’ll be the first to admit that hands on lessons were always the ones that best made things ‘stick’ for her.

Porsche isn’t certain she wants to know whatever lesson Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul is trying to teach her. The problem is, resisting Kinn is like trying to stop a force of nature: impossible.

— if i go too far by p1n3appl3_p3n – explicit / 13.9k words

Kinn and Porsche are friends that fuck, and it’s totally fine until it isn’t.

— red-handed by martynax – explicit / 12.3k words

“Hello, gentlemen,” Porsche finally manages to find his voice and is proud of himself that he comes off as cool and collected. He doesn’t really feel like it, but as long as no one is pointing a gun at him, he can roll with whatever. He’s good at bullshitting his way out of tough situations. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The corner of the stranger’s mouth ticks up in amusement, eyes taking in Porsche’s silhouette. It’s a slow once-over that makes Porsche’s skin tingle.

The stranger takes a slow sip of the whiskey, tipping the glass elegantly and smacks his lips after he swallows. “It’s not bad.”

“Want a refill?” Porsche proposes, waving his hand at the almost empty tumbler while he slowly starts approaching the couch. He feels awkward just standing there. The two guys in black suits tense up, but make no move to stop him. Not giving his unwelcome guest time to answer, he adds, “I’ll do you one better, I make a mean cocktail. How about I make you one?”

“Such a kind host,” the man muses, titling his head as he observes Porsche. “Do your best, little thief.”

— scale and bone by ahdriking – explicit / 12k words (wip)

Fairy tales aren’t real. There are no happy endings. These are the truths Kinn knows.

Ever since stepping into power, Kinn has been suspicious of the Russians—led by Mikhail Alexeyev—operating in Bangkok, suspecting them of stealing from him. He sends Kim to investigate, and the truth turns out to be much worse than his initial fears. He resolves to destroy them, even at the risk of all out war; he can do no less if he wants to avoid appearing weak.

It starts with reconnaissance at Alexeyev’s party, an event promising a ‘grand spectacle.’ Kinn is expecting something appropriately depraved, suitable for the Russian mobster and his tastes, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of what Alexeyev has been hiding. Nothing could have prepared him for the way it will change his life forever.

Because fairy tales aren’t real.

Until they are.

— all of me (is all for you) by kurtstiel – explicit / 10k words

The water has saturated Porsche’s white shirt completely, soaking through the vest beneath. The translucent material clings obscenely to the swell of his pecs. His nipples are clearly visible through the sheer material, hard and pebbled, with the unmistakable shape of the metal barbells pierced either side of them.

Porsche’s head jerks up to check if he can still hide them from Kinn, but it’s already too late. Kinn is standing across the room, staring in Porsche’s direction, entire body coiled tight like a spring.

(Or: While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.)

— whatever else that touches you by technicallyverycowboy – explicit / 9.4k words

“No, it’s fine.” Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn’s side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. “The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men.”

(Or: Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.)

— i’ve been waiting for you, to slip back in bed by dearsidewalk – explicit / 5.5k words

Porsche is sound asleep on their bed, the cityscape casting a soft, warm glow against his skin, dipping and arching with his silhouette. Kinn sags, hands falling to his side, but that itch hasn’t faded—that heaviness in his chest, stomach, and throat multiplies, malignant and spreading, and in a blink of an eye, he’s at Porsche’s side.

— the sweetest thing on this side of hell by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.3k words

Being vulnerable with Kinn is always a dangerous game: she never knows when it’s going to be thrown in her face. After the forest, she thought—well. But Kinn had given her to Vegas, cold and stone-faced from her perch on the couch, still attached to an IV line after taking a fucking bullet for her.

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I was tagged by @mushiemadarame. Thank you very much!! *bows*

10 BL Characters That I Want Carnally

This is going to tell a lot about me, but it wouldn't be polite to decline such a delicious invitation *winks*. Let's start then! (in no particular order):

Mile Phakphum as Kinn Theerapanyakul (KinnPorsche). Listen, I've said this before but I need to say it again: I started the show because of Porsche and I stayed because of Kinn. I was so reticent to watch the show mainly because of Kinn's character in the novel, but the changes made to the trashy original story and Mile's depiction of Kinn drastically changed my mind. Just to be the recipient of his devotion... Porsche is a very fortunate man.

Man Trisanu as Jeng (Step by step). My tall tree man and his smitten love are irrestistible to me. I would climb him and latch to him like a koala.

Bright Rapheephong as Khun Yai (I feel you linger in the air). Just look at him, LOOK AT HIM. Bright is a GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME PRETTY MAN and Yai is passionate, emotional and sensitive. He got me mesmerized in IFYLITA and I will wait for the special episode forever and another lives if necessary.

Earth Pirapat as Uncle Jim (Moonlight Chicken). If Wen was following him like a dog in heat for 8 episodes is for reasons, ok? And I completely agree with Wen's opinion. Period.

Jam Rachata as Jiew (Khun Chai -To Sir with love). He is so humble and dedicated and hardworking, and he loves with such an honesty... I know he would be the most dedicated lover EVER.

Jimmy Jitaraphol as Mhok ( Last twilight). Come on COME ON, look at the gif, LOOK AT JIMMY IN SUSPENDERS. The best caretaker in the history of BLs... have you all seen the love scene in episode 9? THE PASSION HE SHOWS IS TATTOOED IN MY BRAIN FOREVER. Who wouldn't want to???

Keita Machida as Yuichi Kurosawa (Cherry Maho). The kind of unrestrained devotion this man feels for Adachi is the kind of devotion I have for his character. I just know that he would do everything in his power to pleasure his lover.

Hsu Kai as Fan Ze Rui (Kiseki: Dear To Me). He is handsome. HANDSOME. Like it's the only word that kept coming to my mind while watching the show. HANDSOME. And he likes to climb to his lover's lap. AND HANDSOME. Damn it, he is such a fine man.

Peter Knight as Chan (KinnPorsche). He is sexy. VERY sexy. A great amount of SEXY. And that's it, what else do I have to say?

Kimura Tatsunari as Togawa ( Old Fashion Cupcake). He is obsessed with showing his lover how IMPORTANT is sex in life,so who am I not to follow this train of thought with him? Hmm?

I don't know who else has done this so sorry if I overtag anyone, ok? @visualtaehyun @waitmyturtles @absolutebl @theflagscene @dribs-and-drabbles @stuffnonsenseandotherthings @lurkingshan @bengiyo

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BLs to Recommend to Your Queer Friend

I put these in each bracket in levels of accessibility, as in “how easy I think they are for a non-BLer to enter into” without explanations of genre needed.

Bleeding Heart Romantics

Semantic Error

Bad Buddy

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Earnest Queer

The New Employee

My Ride

Drama Llama Indoor Kids

Our Dating Sim

Cherry Magic

My Love Mix Up

Repressed Arthouse Aesthetic

Old Fashion Cupcake

Love Life On The Line

Restart After Come Back Home

Hot Mess Gay Babies

The Eighth Sense

Moonlight Chicken

Hawt Mess Kinky Fuckers

Bed Friend

KinnPorsche

My Beautiful Man

Bonus Round:

Adventure bois with a side of queer

Manner of Death

Not Me

Long Time No See

3 Will Be Free

He’s Coming To Me

From @mestizashinrin who asked me:

“recommend a queer person to first start in BL”

(source)

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Ok but the whole Kinnporsche is the modern Thai remake of Goncharov (1973) joke inadvertently causing people to think that Kinnporsche isn't a real show is very funny cause like.... if without context you told me about a mafia movie from the 70s produced by Martin Scorsese staring Robert De Niro with lots of homoerotic subtext and catholic imagery then you told me about a softcore gay porn show from Thailand about the mafia that had a complete theatrical release, originally based on a novel where the guy who inspired one of the main characters not only funded the TV show but also played the character who was based on him and then asked a guy he met once modeling 10 years ago to come back to Thailand and play the other main character and includes scenes like: lead character getting absolutely railed in an infinity pool in front of Deutsche Bank, side character + antagonist having bdsm gay sex in a torture dungeon following the emotional death of the antagonist's pet hedgehog, and pop star/secret mafia prince leaving dead bodies of would be assailants without context like a stray cat for his ex boyfriend that he broke up with but is also trying to win back. And then you told me that one of these is real and the other is a collective joke made by tumblr people, I would lose my mind when you told which was which.

#goncharov #goncharov 1973 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series

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Merry Christmas You Filthy Animal

Day 21 of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 21: Christmas Movies Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.1k[Ao3]

I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ · 12 Dec 2023 My favrotie time of year: watching Roy watch Home Alone (811 retweets, 22k likes) | I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ No, really, you haven’t lived until you’ve watched the end of Home Alone with Roy… he’s giggling uncontrollably even while I write this (2k retweets, 43k likes)

| barbs for Kent @romanroy replying to @JamTartt ????? But isn’t Roy Jewish? | I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ replying to @romanroy people falling down and getting hit with things transcends religion, mate

| Trent Crimm @TrentCrimm ✔ replying to @JamTartt I can picture it now: Roy sitting stiffly on a couch, wearing that same evil smile and laughing that evil laugh from the dick string incident. | Nice. @royjamie69 replying to @JamTartt and @TrentCrimm I’m sorry, the wHOM?!?!?! | The Punk Muppet @hole4kent replying to @JamTartt @TrentCrimm and @royjamie69 Here you go, bestie

The Lasso Way @dailylasso · 1 March 2022 The gaffer tying everyone’s dicks together was not on my 2022 bingo card… [video from the stands of the infamous red string incident ]

| Nice. @royjamie69 replying to @JamTartt @TrentCrimm and @hole4kent Respectfully, what the actual fuck????

| I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ replying to @TrentCrimm @royjamie69 and @hole4kent It actually wasn’t that once I was sure my knob was okay. roy went to a sex shop and got the special skin safe rope. he’s thoughtful like that

| I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ replying to @TrentCrimm Close! Yes to the evil laughter, no to the stiff sitting [A selfie of Jamie throwing up a peace sign and sticking his tongue out from where he’s stretched out almost in Roy’s lap, propped up against his side with Roy’s arm around him. Roy’s slumped against the couch facing what we can assume is the television screen, his profile showing his sadistic smile.]

| Nananananana! @DaniRojas ✔ replying to @JamTartt and @TrentCrimm 🥺 How come you get coach couch cuddles?

| I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ replying to @DaniRojas and @TrentCrimm Come on over, muchacho! Plenty of snuggles to go around

| Nananananana! @DaniRojas ✔ replying to @JamTartt and @TrentCrimm 🥹🤗

Jamie Tartt ✓ [Image: The entirety of the Richmond team both on and around the couch attempting to snuggle Roy. Roy looks up at the camera at, presumably, Jamie with a dispassionate frown.] 3M likes Jamie Tartt ✓ Roy says I’m not allowed to invite anyone over for movie night anymore…

TentTruthing Puppy Pile!

Tammy Wallace So sweet :)

BentforKent Dude there’s no way they’re not fucking

NerdfighterJamie @BentforKent DUDE!!!! NO RPS ON THEIR ACTUAL ACCOUNTS, SAVE IT FOR STAN INSTA

Jamie Tartt ✓ @BentforKent not sure what you’re talking about, love. This is just guys being bros.

Jamie Tartt ✓ @BentforKen LOVE ur username btw

Til We mf DIE sdfjgbwjgfbwjgb JAMIE IS SUCH A FUCKING TROLL

I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ · 14 Dec 2024 Another year, another Home Alone rewatch where Roy absolutely loses his shit. (969 retweets, 46k likes)

| Dick String Apologist @royjamierot replying to @JamTartt Jamie please post a video we’re starving

I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ replying to @royjamierott [video: selfie of Jamie, his lips sucked into his mouth like he’s trying not to laugh. The only part of Roy that’s visible is his arm that’s once again around Jamie, but you can hear a kind of horse giggling and some outright cackles over the faint sound of Joe Pesci being set on fire.]

| He’s My Babygirl @greyhoundsFTW replying to @royjamierott amd @JamTartt bvisbj this is the CUTEST thing I’ve ever seen, Jamie Tartt you fucking KING

Nice. @royjamie69 … Guys?

| Free Palestine @normalaboutfootball replying to @royjamie69 SHHHH WE KNOOOOOOOW

| Dick String Apologist @royjamierot replying to @royjamie69 and @normalaboutfootball We dare not speak its name…

Jamie Tartt ✓ [Image: A candid shot of Roy, the lighting bad like the only light is coming from the TV, Roy’s hand is blurred like it’s moving to cover his eyes and his face is just broken open in the widest smile anyone has ever seen.] 12M likes

Jamie Tartt ✓ Marv just got hit with an iron

Mommy Welton kjbvjsbvsjkvb EXPOSED

Keeley Jones ✓ He is going to KILL YOU when he finds out you posted a picture of him SMILING

tartt’s tarty heart WE ARE BEING FED SO WELL HAPPY HANUKKAH TO MEEEEE

I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ · 21 Dec 2025 Little late this year but DON’T WORRY. Roy is right at this moment watching Home Alone. (811 retweets, 22k likes)

| ObisanYEAH @SamStan replying to @JamTartt Thank Goodness!

| Thank Roy It’s Game Day @WeKNowWeAre replying to @JamTartt I don’t believe in Father Christmas but I do believe in Giggly Roy Kent

| Colin Hughes @ColinHughes ✔ replying to @JamTartt What took so long?

| I’m Baby @JamTartt ✔ replying to @ColinHughes Wedding prep is a bitch, man, you know that! Only reason we’ve got time now is because we’re pushing off cleanup until tomorrow. You and Michael looked great today, by the way, thanks for coming :)

Colin Hughes @ColinHughes ✔ replying to @JamTartt Of course :)

| Nice. @royjamie69 replying to @ColinHughes and @JamTartt WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!

Pink News @PinkNews Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt reveal secret relationship and marriage in recent Twitter post

Roy Kent ✓ [Video: Jamie, still in his suit pants and shirt, his bowtie undone around his neck, leaning almost entirely on a body, presumably Roy. He’s saying the lines along with Buddy the Elf as they scream “Santaaa! I know him. I know him!” and then giggling like mad. Roy’s other hand comes up to pet his hair.] 69M likes Roy Kent ✓ This muppet makes fun of me for laughing at Home Alone but this is the kind of shit he does. Can’t believe I married him today. I must be an idiot. 🖤

TentTruthing !!!!!!!!!!

Tammy Wallace Happy for you both :)

BentforKent I FUCKING KNEW IT TOLD EVERYONE

NerdfighterJamie KBDVJKSDBVJKBVJKBVJKEVB WHAT THE FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK

Mommy Welton HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!jkabjvbjkvbJKBSJKVBJKVBKSVB

Til We mf DIE sdfjgbwjgfbwjgb JAMIE IS SO CUTE ROY YOU LUCKY BITCH

Keeley Jones ✓ Roy, you realize now I know you DO know your instagram password, I’m going to make you post more.

Roy Kent ✓ @Keeley Jones fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

tartt’s tarty heart AM I DEAD? I FEEL DEAD DID I DIE? GOD ARE YOU THERE?

Jamie Tartt ✓ 🩷

#ted lasso #royjamie #so fucking good #christmas #home alone #elf #jamie tartt #jamie tartt do do do do do da do #roy kent #he is here he is there he is every-fucking-there roy kent

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modern steddie au

Pottery thrower!Steve who makes tiktoks of him making bowls and vases - he and Robin own a small company and social media is the best way to promote their products. While Robin sculpts and molds little trinkets - figurines and tchotchkes, Steve throws larger items.

They get some pretty good engagement with Robin's quirkily edited 'day in the life'-style videos and Steve's 'trust the process' content, but there's one video that sends the account rocketing into the stratosphere.

The camera is positioned at a low angle, looking over the studio. Steve enters the frame, visible only from the waist down at first with a large lump of clay in his hands. He sits down at the wheel, and that's when it's clear that beneath his overalls, he's not wearing a shirt. His shoulders are bare, tanned and kissed intermittently by moles, and the muscles beneath flex and shift underneath his skin as he lifts the clay and throws it down. Hard. The rest of the video is exactly as normal - Steve squeezing a sponge saturated with slip to wet the clay, pushing his fingers into the well in the center as he forms it into what will become a large salad bowl. Every so often, he looks up at the camera with a pleased smile, a lock of hair falling over his eyebrow. His hands are covered in slick gray, his biceps straining with the effort of precision, and there's a tiny swipe of slip drying across his forehead where he'd attempted to brush his hair aside.

Steve's best friend Eddie sees this video on his 'for you' page and is utterly overcome by the quiet strength of Steve's toned arms, the wide spread of his knees and steady workings of his hands. Confident in his anonymity - he's on his entirely anonymous private account, after all - Eddie leaves a comment on the video, detailing exactly what Eddie wishes Steve would do with his hands instead of throw clay. He hits post, scrubbing back to watch the moment Steve throws the clay down over and over again. He even saves the video to his phone - for instructive reasons, obviously. Nothing untoward, that's his best friend!

Eventually, Eddie scrolls on and for a few minutes forgets about the video. And then he remembers it again, but this time, the flush of attraction is accompanied by a creeping sense of unease that crawls across his skin. Eddie heads straight to Steve and Robin's account and taps the video. His thumb shakes a little as he opens the comments, now littered with others just as thirsty as his own - to which Steve has graciously replied turning them down - and finds that- oh fuck.

ewmunson: throw me around like that lump of clay i actually beg.

Eddie's not on his private.

He's gonna be sick.

Until he sees Steve's reply.

birdandbatpottery: Come over. Let's find out if I can?

#steddie #steddie au #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie musnon

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Beware The Thorns | Part 9

Robin Buckley made it her job to know things about people in Steve Harrington’s life. That was something she’d always done. Ever since they’d been bound to chairs back to back in a basement, ever since Steve had goaded, pushed, and insulted their captors, spitting vitriol, forcing them to focus entirely on him leaving her with barely a scratch, a sore jaw from where one of them had slapped her across the face but that was it.

Steve had been hospitalised for over a week with his injuries.

And in that time, the senior Harringtons had laid waste to the entirety of the group that’d held them captive, and had forged an odd little friendship with Buckley&Buckley, a P.I husband and wife duo who were endlessly grateful for Steve’s sacrifice to ensure their daughters survival.

A friendship that continued for years after the senior Harringtons passed their empire onto their son in their passing.

She wasn’t even supposed to be there, she’d taken it upon herself to investigate something to prove that she could. To prove that she was ready to join her parents in their work. Wrong place, wrong time. But it gained her Steve, he was worth the nightmares.

Which was why she spent her Monday morning going to a coffee shop she didn’t actually enjoy on the east side of the city, drinking overpriced black ‘artisanal’ sludge, which usually she’d be an advocate for, fuck Starcucks an all that jazz, but this place?

Dumpster fire masquerading as a ‘hip new coffee joint’, ran by a douchebag in a beanie with a moustache that didn’t fit his somewhat misshapen potato sack face shape.

All to meet with one very pretty young lady, who seemed to actually enjoy the coffee the shop served.

“I need to know where he’s going to be.” A very pretty lady, who held her coffee cup to pursed, painted red lips, bright blue eyes on Robin’s face. “And I need to know if he’s already locked down a new client, I’m assuming these are things you’ll know… as his friend.”

“Mmnnn, I mean. You’re not wrong.” She took a sip then placed her cup back down on the cork coaster provided. “I do know where he’s going to be, and I do unfortunately know his hook up schedule, but what makes you think I’m going to tell you any of it? As his friend, it’s kind of my job to keep that information on lockdown, isn’t it?”

Robin liked Chrissy. She’d always liked Chrissy, same as Robin always liked Eddie, they had similar vibes. Wearing a mask of thorns to protect the pretty petals from those who’d do them harm. She didn’t know how they knew each other, didn’t know enough about Eddie to make assumptions as to where they’d met, but Chrissy was the closest thing Eddie had to a best friend, as far as Robin knew.

Chrissy was the only friend that Robin could get to without it immediately getting back to Eddie. Eddie’s little game friends, Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie? They’d tell him the second she reached out, would sound an alarm and she’d never get anywhere near him, claiming they were ‘being good friends’, but Chrissy was smarter by far. Chrissy was just enough of a best friend, to know when Eddie happened to need something that he didn’t want to admit to needing.

Just enough of a best friend to be able to tell him he was being an idiot, and not just immediately side with him.

Like Eddie’s very own Robin.

“It is, but I’m hoping that I’m right in the fact that he’s probably been miserable since he ended things with Steve, right?” It all kind of hinged on that. On Eddie’s real feelings behind his little mask. “Steve’s pretty miserable… it’s depressing”

“So miserable he’s sent you out to track Eddie down? Or are you doing this sniffer dog bit on your own initiative?” Robin opened her mouth to reply, but Chrissy continued as if she hadn’t asked a question, asking another instead, “what makes you think he’d be miserable?”

“Which question am I answering here?”

“Mmmmm second one please.” Chrissy took another sip, so nonchalant. She had an energy about her that Robin felt strangely familiar. A countenance Robin had only ever seen in one other person.

“I know he was acting, I know there are sides to Eddie that Steve never saw, that Eddie never let Steve see—”

“Like all the sides of Steve that Eddie never saw?” Robin tensed, brow furrowing “oh unclench, Robbie, the Cunninghams and the Harringtons go back generations, pretty sure Steve and I would have wound up in some stupid arranged marriage had the Harringtons not been against it.” Robin didn’t like not knowing things, why did she not know that? How had she missed Chrissy of all the potentials to have told Eddie about Steve’s life? How did she not know that Steve ought to know Chrissy? “I never said anything to Eddie and I don’t intend to, but… why should I let Eddie be dragged into such a messy life? There’s so many fish in the sea, Robin, why should I let my best friend be dragged down by a shark?” At least now Robin knew why Chrissy’s personality, her eerie calm felt so familiar.

She was Steve in prettier packaging.

“I’m at a disadvantage here, aren’t I?”

“Oh very much so, but you’re very cute so I’m letting you off.” Robin blinked once in surprise, then did her best to quell the pleasant buzz that thrummed through her veins at the not-so-subtle compliment “Please answer my question, why should I give you what you want?”

“He… Steve… He loves him, Chrissy… Steve has done bad stuff, don’t get me wrong, he’s done awful things to people, but I’ve never seen him like he is whenever Eddie’s around. It’s like he’s drowning in the dark and Eddie’s just… a light at the end of the tunnel, an if Eddie loves him too, which I think he does… why should they be apart?”

“And now the real reason, not the Hallmark movie one?” Chrissy raised a brow in boredom.

“I… I don’t know, Chrissy. I don’t know. I don’t. I’m running on best friend fuel. Steve needs him, or at least needs closure from him, and as his best friend I’m duty bound to try and get that for him. I’m sure you don’t love Eddie’s job. Right? He wouldn’t have to do any of it if he just—”

“Gave up his freedom and all the work he’s put in to establish himself in his field for a slim chance at happiness with one of the most dangerous men in the city?” Chrissy leaned back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other as she crossed her arms over her chest, coffee cup left to rest on the coaster.

“Better the devil you know though, right? Wouldn’t you rather him be with someone you know won’t hurt him… than with someone you don’t?” Chrissy’s eyes finally left Robin’s face, dipping down to the right as she thought about it.

Eddie wouldn’t be alone for long, he’d find a new client, he’d be on someone else’s arm, and he’d continue his life unchanged with a risk of being hurt.

Or… or he could have what he wanted.

Chrissy knew what Eddie wanted. They’d spent more than enough evenings on his couch with ice cream mooning over Steve Harrington and while she’d have loved to tell him that he was trash, he was a monster in sheep’s clothing… he just wasn’t. So she’d kept quiet.

She let Eddie pine away for a life he could have if he took a chance, never telling him why he shouldn’t.

“What if this new client wouldn’t hurt him?”

“Let’s be real Chrissy he’s probably already planned on reaching out to Tommy to fill in the gap in his schedule, you and I both know what kind of trash heap Tommy Hagan is.” An easy cash grab that’d probably make Eddie feel like shit. “Do you want to risk Eddie’s happiness on a what if, or do you want to tell me where he’s going to be so Steve can be there and sweep him off his feet?”

In retrospect, Robin should have probably been suspicious when Chrissy sat up straight, when she looked at Robin as if she was assessing her, and she definitely should have been suspicious when, with a short “Alright then,” Chrissy plucked a pen from her bag and a little notepad, and jotted down an address and a time. But with a small victory in her hands, and a front row seat to Chrissy’s perfectly perky… ponytail retreating for the door with their business concluded.

She really wasn’t thinking all that hard.

#BewareTheThornsFiclet #Steddie #Escort!Eddie #Shady!Steve #so good

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy

Part 1/?

Modern au rock star!Eddie & sugar baby!Steve; alpha!Eddie/omega!Steve

Fall was in full swing and a chill was officially in the air at all times. Most especially as the sun started to go down. Eddie was warm in his leather jacket but for a brief moment his heart went out to the guy standing outside the bar, arms bare to the wind. He was dressed in a striped polo shirt and jeans, not quite what one might see in a dive bar like this.

But he was probably waiting for someone, so Eddie went inside without another thought, catching just the smallest whiff of his scent as he walked by. An omega. He was definitely waiting for someone then. No one kept their omega idling for long. Once inside, Eddie took his shades off, the lights low enough to keep most from recognizing him.

It helped that he was flying solo tonight. No band members or bodyguards in sight. It was nice to be anonymous sometimes. Not that fame and fortune ever got tiring, it was just a good change of pace. He posted up to the bar, ordered a beer, and got comfortable. He was right in the middle of a conversation with another patron about the current season's fishing prospects when that scent washed over him again something like lavender and petrichor.

Although, when Eddie looked over, that second part might've just been the scent of actual rain. The omega from outside was sitting next to him. The tops of his shoulders and head were damp.

"Was wonderin' when you'd come in and grace us with your presence", the bartender said.

The omega simply rolled his eyes and didn't order anything. Eddie saw him shiver and without thinking, took off his jacket and placed it over his shoulders. He realized what he'd done when the other man froze.

"Sorry you just looked cold and maybe you were but I shouldn't've just done something like that I can-I can take it back", he reached out.

"No", the omega held onto the jacket. "No, it's fine. I was cold. Thank you."

"I uh, saw you outside. Boyfriend making you wait?" Eddie inwardly cringed. He meant to be more subtle than that. Meant to say something anything else.

"Don't have one." The omega got a strange look as he finally looked Eddie square in the face. "Have I...seen you somewhere before? Sorry", he shook his head and let out a breath of laughter. "What I line. I swear I'm not-I'm not trying to come on to you or anything, I just know I've seen you on like tv or something."

Eddie couldn't judge on pick up lines after what he said about a boyfriend. "You...you might've." He looked around and contemplated for just a second before he continued. "Ever heard of Corroded Coffin?"

"They're a band, right? That's where I know you from?"

Eddie grinned. "Yeah, that's where." He could tell this guy just barely recognized him and that it wasn't an act.

"God, Dustin would kill me. I can hear him now. Sorry, I'm probably not the kind of fan you like running in to."

"I'll take polite conversation over groveling any day. So do you know any of the member's names?"

"I know there's the guy Dustin likes the most because he can play drums and the bass. He admires talented people like that. And he goes on and on about this Eddie guy, but I can never remember which one-you?"

"Me, handsome", Eddie grinned. "And your name?"

"Steve. But I also answer to 'handsome'."

Steve. Eddie had to taste it on his tongue. "Steve. And were you waiting for Dustin before the rain brought you in?"

Steve smiled now, adjusting Eddie's jacket across his shoulders. "No, I wasn't really waiting for anyone. And before you ask, Dustin is definitely not my boyfriend. I'm completely untethered." Steve ran a hand through his hair, not so damp anymore after they had been talking.

"You gonna order something or keep taking up space at my bar?", the bartender asked.

"What's your poison, Steve?"

"Oh, I can't pay you back", Steve said.

"Then don't. Order something."

"I mean I really can't pay you back, Eddie. I was hanging around outside because I...because I'm between paychecks right now. And I'm not that kind of omega." Steve's shoulders hunched up in shame and he looked like he was about to remove Eddie's jacket.

"I didn't say you were. You don't have to pay me like that. I take many forms of compensation. Including sparkling dialogue with gorgeous men."

"Really?", Steve asked, voice flat in disbelief.

"Really."

Steve turned to the bartender. "Whiskey sour please."

Eddie smiled. "So, what's your opinion on farmed fish versus wild caught?"

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Steve had been going through the worst day of his life. Work had been awful and he had wanted to scream. He ran out so quick that he forgot his jacket and was already halfway home when he remembered. He kept going. He wasn't going back there today. He got to his apartment, ready to fill his empty stomach with something only to find he was devoid of food.

Of course. He'd cleaned himself out with his last heat and hadn't gone grocery shopping since. He'd been eating out for the past week. And if he checked his bank account....

$10.43

And pay day wasn't for another three days. Steve was desperate. It was plenty of money if he went to the convenience store right outside his apartment. But the cashier there always gave him odd looks and he just didn't have the energy for it. He contemplated sending someone in to buy his stuff, but he wasn't feeling very trusting right now.

Which was how he ended up at the bar. The dollar store would've been an option last week, but it was a couple of miles away and his car was in the shop. He didn't even know what his plan was. Buy the cheapest drink and fill up on pretzels and nuts? It was why he was standing outside as the sun got lower, just feeling sorry for himself.

He just wished someone would take pity on him. Would see how hard he had been working and told him it was okay, he could take a break now and they'd take care of him.

Hell would probably freeze over first though.

Then the rain started and he couldn't waste time out here any longer. At least inside the bar, it was warm. Steve already wasn't looking forward to the walk home. What if it was still raining? He couldn't afford to get sick right now. He sat at the only empty seat at the bar and thought of the least pathetic way to ask for a cheap drink when something warm came over him.

It smelled of ginger and cinnamon and for a moment, Steve was drowning in it when he heard the owner of the jacket try to apologize for it and then take it back. Instinctively, Steve held onto it tighter.

"No, no, it's fine. I was cold. Thank you."

The alpha next to him said something about a boyfriend that Steve barely registered but figured out by context what he was asking.

"Don't have one." He shook his head and then actually looked the alpha up and down. Curly hair spilled over his shoulders and he looked smaller without the leather jacket that was currently over his own shoulders. There was something oddly familiar about him. Like he'd seen that face on his social media feed or something.

When Steve asked, he realized he was talking to a guy in Dustin's favorite band. He felt like an idiot. This guy was probably used to starstruck fans bowing at his feet and here Steve was, just treating him like a nobody. But try as he might, Steve couldn't pretend like he was some big deal, even imagining Dustin's lecture on proper celebrity sighting etiquette later didn't change things.

Then the alpha, Eddie his name was Eddie, introduced himself and then asked for his name, tacking on a compliment at the end of the question.

"Steve. But I also answer to 'handsome'." He couldn't help being a little hungry for some positive attention right now.

Then Eddie asked a very unsubtle question about Dustin, insinuating that he was some kind of boyfriend and Steve wanted to laugh. The little kid he had babysat that had been like the pain in the ass brother he never asked for definitely wasn't that. And he let Eddie know that.

"Dustin is definitely not my boyfriend. I'm completely untethered." He didn't know why he said it like that. He might as well have spread his legs and held up a sign that said 'open for business'. This guy was a literal rock star, he must have lustful groupies throwing themselves at him all the time. Wording it like that absolutely wasn't Steve intention. Even if his scent was so comforting and intoxicating.

Then the bartender urged them to order something and Steve felt his empty stomach drop. Eddie insisted on buying him a drink and Steve really wished he had the money for it because there was no way he was paying in any other way. And if Eddie was expecting that, he'd just as soon go back out into the rain, leaving the warm jacket behind.

"You don't have to pay me like that. I take many forms of compensation. Including sparkling dialogue with gorgeous men."

Steve searched his face for a bluff, any sign of dishonesty. But he saw none.

"Really?"

"Really."

So Steve ordered just as Eddie asked him something about fishing and clearly this night was not going to go the way he planned.

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Eddie was halfway through his second drink and knee deep in a conversation about the pros and cons of fishing compared to hunting. Apparently Steve's dad took him out hunting before he presented and afterward, his grandfather took him out on a couple of fishing trips.

"One just seems more fair, is all I'm saying", Steve said, still nursing his first drink. "One has you sneaking up on an unsuspecting animal. The other one you're just luring them. Fish know what they're getting into. Deer don't until they're already in your sights."

"You think very highly of fish intelligence", Eddie noted.

"I once had a year long beef with a friend's pet fish. Long story. But fish are smarter than they look." Then Steve's stomach growled. Very loudly. Embarrassingly loud.

"I don't know about you, but all this fish talk is making me hungry", Eddie said. "Can I buy you dinner?"

"I suppose I've got about twenty bucks worth of more conversation in me", Steve smiled, appreciating what Eddie was offering.

Eddie paid the tab and Steve put his arms into the jacket, then remembered Eddie might want it since it was cold outside. "Did you want-"

"Keep it on. I run hot anyway and we just need to make it to my car." That was a lie, Eddie had the circulation of a failing newspaper but he liked the look of Steve in his jacket too much to give it up. And the rain had stopped so now it was just damp and cold outside.

Steve thought he should feel wary of getting into a car with a stranger, especially a famous one. But he had his phone on him and Eddie was taking him to a place with a lot of people, so it was fine. Eddie put his sunglasses on as they went inside and asked for a table in the back, which the person up front gladly accommodated.

"Not to toot my own horn", Eddie said as they were seated. "But I can never tell when and where I'll get recognized. And I don't want any tabloids tomorrow morning." Because right now, Steve didn't just look like some random guy that Eddie was wining and dining. Right now, he looked like he belonged to Eddie.

"Got any funny stories?", Steve asked.

Eddie grinned and rolled his shoulders as he got comfortable in his seat. "Well, there was the one time I was literally in a tv studio about to be interviewed with the band and someone thought I was the boom guy."

"If I was dressing up on Halloween as a boom guy, I think I'd put on this general look", Steve said, gesturing to Eddie's whole body.

"And there was the time I got recognized while at a fabric store. I'm standing in line, basket full of sewing supplies and a bunch of floral fabrics, and this woman in her sixties asks for my autograph."

"Aren't you in a metal band?"

"Yeah and some of our most hardcore fans are women over 40", Eddie said. "Don't underestimate 'em."

A waiter came by and took their orders and they kept talking. Steve couldn't believe how badly his day had started because now it felt like he was flying above the clouds. Eddie actually seemed interested in what he had to say. And Steve was constantly thrown by the different directions Eddie took the conversation. From fishing, to getting recognized stories, to horrible customers, to the perils of sailing a boat.

"Never?"

"I remember going once as a kid and was scared shitless the whole time", Steve said. "Whoever decided it was okay for me to watch Titanic in kindergarten really messed me up."

"So besides that one time you've never been on a boat?", Eddie asked.

"My parents tried getting me on a yacht once and I started hyperventilating on the dock. I stayed on the boardwalk", Steve said. Just one of the many ways he'd been a disappointment.

After the meal, Eddie offered to drive Steve home. He wanted to. But after drinks and food and talking to Eddie for so long about nothing at all, Steve felt cautious. Had his guard lowered? If he let Eddie see him to his door, would Eddie be expecting something? What made him even more hesitant was that he might let Eddie get away with it.

He was handsome and charming and had alleviated Steve's worries for a few hours. He was even going home with some leftovers in a box. For a second, Steve wondered if food was all it took.

"Hey, look, I understand if you don't want some strange alpha taking you home. What about if I just order you a ride?", Eddie suggested.

"You can take me home", Steve said quickly. "Just don't expect any dessert."

Before leaving, Eddie excused himself to use the restroom and Steve used that opportunity to do something that was probably really stupid. It was certainly pointless. But he could take a risk every now and then. He tore off a piece of the menu and used a pen at the podium up front and that was how Eddie found him.

"Ready to go?"

"Ready", Steve smiled.

The car ride was a little more quiet, both of them digesting both the food and what had happened tonight. Meeting a stranger that you clicked with, it didn't happen every day. Steve gave him his address and Eddie pulled up to the building.

"You should walk me up", Steve said. "Make sure I get there safe."

"Y-yeah, I can do that", Eddie stuttered, struggling with his seatbelt while Steve was already out of the car.

Eddie followed him to his apartment, glad now for the chill outside because otherwise he'd be sweating watching Steve's ass for so long as he walked in front of him.

"Well, this is me", Steve said.

"I had a great time tonight", Eddie said.

Steve laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "Can we come up with anymore first date lines?"

"Hmm, how's about I'd love to do this again soon?", Eddie smiled, leaning in a bit.

"I'd like that." Steve took Eddie's jacket off his shoulders.

"What if I want you to wear it for our next date?", Eddie asked.

"If you want me to wear this, you better scent it properly", Steve goaded.

Eddie pinned him against the door and smashed their mouths together. His jacket was trapped between their bodies. Steve let out a soft sound and brought a hand to Eddie's cheek.

"We can't go on a second date until the first one is over", Steve said when he pulled back. He curled a lock of Eddie's hair around his finger just because he couldn't help it.

"Your number?", Eddie asked, licking at Steve's lips.

"Check your jacket", Steve breathed.

Eddie didn't take his eyes off Steve as he went through his jacket pocket and found what Steve had been scribbling on earlier. It was a ripped piece of the menu. And it had Steve's number on it.

Part 2 coming soon

If I had a nickel for every time I steddified a Marilyn Monroe song I'd have two nickels.

#stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #a/b/o #omegaverse

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RoyJamie Fic Rec

Okay, so the stunningly talented FatRainbowCat has broken their ten year no-fic writing streak by just casually dropping a hot and gorgeous and funny story about Roy and Jamie on Ao3.

You guys need to read this yesterday!

Title: Champagne Kisses (CUFF IT)

Summary: A look at the locker room immediately following AFC Richmond's first Premier League win.

Tease of a quote: “All for you, Coach,” Jamie says, pressing a wet kiss to his temple. “And for mummy. And one for meself. We get one each. And Pheebs can have the assist.”

Go, scoot, read!

You won't regret it!!!!

#roy kent #jamie tartt #royjamie #ted lasso #ted lasso fandom

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bts of excerpt from un-park the bus: a history of pride in british football by trent crimm (temp1, temp2)

#ted lasso #royjamie

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Trailer park Steve AU part 22

part 1 | part 21 | ao3

“…Go ahead,” he relents with a heavy sigh.

He turns the radio back on for background noise, and Robin launches herself into a breathless recap of every minute detail she’s ever learned about Eddie Munson. Genuinely impressive how quickly the words come out; Steve thinks that if her dream of becoming a linguistics researcher ever falls through, she’s got a bright future ahead of her as one of those speedreaders who rattle off the fine print at the end of pharmaceutical ads.

Warning: Discussion of Eddie Munson may cause nausea, heartburn, palpitations, sweaty armpits, and an inconveniently timed half-chub any time you use a pocket knife. Talk to your doctor to see if Discussion of Eddie Munson is right for you!

“Which brings us to tonight,” she’s saying when he zones back in. “Let’s examine the facts, shall we?”

“Must we?”

“Yes, we must.”

She makes a loose fist, lifting her pointer finger with an aggressive flourish to kick off her ‘list of reasons Eddie has a big, fat crush on you.’ “Fact number one: he was conveniently wearing a super nice outfit.”

“He said he ran out of laundry.”

“And we’re buying that?” she scoffs. Her middle finger springs up to join the first one. “Two: he was so disgustingly up in your personal space. Like, you really should have seen it; it was—”

Mwah. Mwah mwah mwah. “Yeah, I don’t need another demonstration.”

“Three” —there goes her ring finger— “he came to a movie rental store that you just so happen to work at and then left without renting a movie.”

“Because you did something to spook him!”

“Which brings me to my fourth and final point.” Her pinky lifts up to join the team, fingers spread wide like a paper fan, and she telescopes her arm to shove them back and forth under his nose until he goes a little cross-eyed and bitches about her distracting the driver.

“Cut it out! You want me to drive us into someone’s trash cans?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, well I’m sending you the invoice when it scratches up the paint.”

She retreats to her side of the car, curling her back against the door and repeating, “My fourth and final point: I think he thinks we’re dating.”

“And? Everyone thinks we’re dating.”

“No, everyone wants us to be secretly dating,” she corrects. “But I’m pretty sure Eddie actually thinks I’m your girlfriend. You remember last week when you dropped me off at school?”

He does. Eddie had actually been there early for once; had been sitting on a bench out by the soccer fields, looking surly and half-asleep while he sucked down a cigarette. Hair all messed up by the wind. Looked kind of dangerous. Wild.

“He was, like, fully glaring at me when I walked into school that morning, and then he was super rude to me in band. Which, at the time, I was like, ‘oh, well I guess that’s just Eddie no one can ever tell what his mood’s gonna be like from day to day,’ but noo-o-ow…”

She starts squirming in her seat again, excitement overflowing as she finally cracks the case. “Now it all makes sense! Oh, my god! He totally hates me because he thinks we’re dating, and I’ll bet you anything he either didn’t know we work together or didn’t expect me to be there tonight and he totally, one hundred percent was there to flirt with you because he’s in lo—”

“Okay, Detective,” he cuts her off, because the tips of his ears are burning, and he doesn’t think he can handle her saying the L word out loud right now. “You’ve made your point, thank you.”

“Tell me I’m right.”

“Uh, no.”

“Come on.” She jabs at his side. “Tell me I’m right tell me I’m right tell me I’m—”

“—A fucking menace? Gladly.”

“Translation: I’m right and you’re mad about it,” she smirks, victorious.

Steve knocks his forehead against the wheel as he pulls up to her curb. “Why do I drive you places?”

“Because you love me." She flips her visor down to freshen up her lip balm, mumbling around the chapstick, "I’m adding Surly Best Friendlish to my list of fluencies; I think it'll really make my college applications pop."

"Yuh huh," Steve grumbles. The thought of Robin leaving for college always sits in his gut like raw bread dough — thick and heavy and gross, rising to form a swollen lump in his throat. "Didn't you already submit all of those?"

"Yes, I diiiid," she sings, shimmying her shoulders with pride. "Duke's gonna say yes, I just know it. Picture it with me: Robin L. Buckley," she gestures to an imagined marquee somewhere just beyond the windshield, "class of 1990."

Steve swallows the urge to be a sulky dick about it. "They'd be lucky to have you," he says quietly.

"Nope. No no, none of that. No moping." She tugs at his arm; links their elbows together. "You're not allowed to mope when we have a party to get ready for."

"No, you have a party to get ready for. I'm going home."

"Steeeve-uh!" Holy shit. He just had to be soulmates with the whiniest lesbian in a 500 mile radius, didn't he? "Come to the bonfire party with me!"

"Yeah, that's a no."

“It’ll be fun!"

It most certainly will not be. "You really want me to go freeze my ass off in the woods all night while a bunch of former classmates talk shit about me the second they think I'm out of earshot?" He's been to enough of his parents' 'networking events' over the years to know exactly how that'll go. A full night of subtly closed-off body language, smirking whispers and judgmental glances that dart away as soon as he meets them head on. Fuck that. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

He just wants to go home. Feels momentarily sick with the desire to drive himself to Loch Nora.

"What did I say about moping?" Robin asks. She shoves into his space, hugging his arm tighter and deploying her most lethal sad wet kitten face (and Steve doesn't even like cats; this shouldn't fucking work on him.) "Pleeeease," she begs. "Vickie's going to be there, and I could really use a friend."

"So ask a friend!"

"I am, dipshit!"

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Goddamn this woman. Steve hangs his chin to his chest in defeat, notices the weird stain he got on his shirt during work. "I have some conditions," he concedes.

She throws her arms out wide. "Condition me, baby!"

"First— ew. Okay, I don't like that; don't call me baby." Yeesh, and furthermore, yuck. "First, I'm borrowing one of your shirts, and you're probably never getting it back."

"Understandable,” she nods as she gets out of the car. Steve follows her out, propping his elbows on the roof.

"Secondly,” he continues, “I'm getting very drunk at this stupid party, and you're figuring out how we get home."

She reaches out over the top of the car; gives his hand a quick squeeze when he puts it in hers. "That's three things," she says fondly, "but I can work with that."

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tag list part 1 below the cut; comment if you'd like to be added tomorrow (not tagging ageless or under 21s unless we're mutuals or you let me know your age ✌️)

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin

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Another ficlet idea,

Cult leader Eddie find Steve who desperately wants a child

I’m so behind on working through my ficlet requests, but I swear I love having something to write between updates. Thank you to everyone who sends me ideas. I swear I’ll get to all of them eventually!💕

Hellfire Cult

Meeting with potential recruits has never been Eddie’s favorite part of leading a cult, but it’s a necessary evil.

Hellfire can only survive by recruiting new members and new members can only be integrated into the community if they’ve been approved by him personally.

And who is he exactly?

Well, Eddie is the alpha who leads and runs Hellfire. Founded and named it, as a matter of fact.

After a hard life of being shunned from the rest of the world, he decided that he’d just make his own world.

Simple enough.

He realized that he had enough charisma to charm a community full of people into following him and it’s worked thus far with fairly decent results.

Everyone who comes to him earnestly seeking shelter from the outside world— the one that treats freaks like him with cruelty— is more than welcome to join.

…as long as they pledge their undying loyalty to him.

Which brings him back to the task at hand: personal interviews with potential new recruits.

He’s found that sitting down with each person in a one-on-one sort of manner gives him a good idea of their motivations and how likely they are to actually commit their loyalty and life to his cause.

They might be eager to indoctrinate more people, but not everyone is an ideal candidate and there’s only so many resources available. Waste isn’t an option.

Essentially, they have to want this already. Eddie isn’t going to sell a product to an unwilling customer.

“So…” Eddie glances down at the application in front of him and then back up at the young wide-eyed omega sitting across the table. “Steve, tell me about yourself. Explain why an upstanding lad like you would be interested in Hellfire. It doesn’t exactly seem like your kind of thing.”

He’s already half made up his mind about the pretty boy. The second he saw Steve’s clean white sneakers, pink polo, and perfectly styled hair, he realized that there was little hope for him. His sweet omega scent just solidified the decision.

Eddie isn’t interested in aiding some kid in fulfilling his brilliant idea of teenage rebellion, no matter how gorgeous he might be.

He’s seen this type of thing before and it never works out. All it does is bring the police to his door asking questions and threatening to arrest him for existing.

Still, he gives him a chance.

“I want a baby.”

And that’s the last thing he’s expecting to hear out of the recruit’s mouth. It genuinely shocks any prepared response right out of him (a truly impressive feat considering Eddie is never lost for words).

“Pardon?” Eddie chokes out, blinking a few times to make sure he didn’t zone out and imagine Steve’s answer in his head.

The omega holds his stare, his mouth dropping into a frown as he repeats himself firmly, “I want a baby. I’m a male omega and I want to have a baby, but my parents are denying my request because they said it would make me an outcast. They want me to pick a female beta and pretend to be a beta myself, but that’s not what I want. Nobody else will help me.”

He finishes his explanation and waits patiently, fingers nervously fidgeting with the collar of his shirt. It shows off his untouched bonding gland, practically flaunting it to the alpha in front of him.

Eddie’s never had great self control. It’s one of his few flaws in life and he’s not bothered to work on it. At this point, it’s become an asset since it gave him the courage to establish Hellfire in the first place.

Suffice to say, he doesn’t think any of this through. He just reacts.

Eddie stands up, walking around the table until he standing right behind Steve, leaning over his shoulder and boxing him in.

“How old are you, sweetheart? Are they going to come looking for you if I say yes?” Eddie asks him seriously.

Steve shakes his head immediately, glancing back with a shiver. His scent goes sweet, like a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Delicious.

“No. I’m nineteen, sir,” Steve blurts out.

Sir.

That’s one Eddie hasn’t heard in a while. He has a better idea than that of what Steve can call him though.

He hums thoughtfully, leaning in just a hair closer before correcting him kindly with, “Eddie. You can call me Eddie for now, darling.”

There’s a slight pause.

“For now?” Steve squeaks out, unconsciously bearing his neck to Eddie.

He chuckles, pressing his lips where Steve clearly wants them. Brushing against his bonding gland as he speaks, Eddie explains quietly, “Yeah… At least until I claim you as my mate and give you that pup you want so badly. Then you can call me alpha, baby.”

Steve lets out a tiny gasp, something soft and beautiful.

That one little sound brings out the possessive part of Eddie that normally stays contained. His inner alpha is awake and ready to bite, claim, and possess.

He already knows that Steve’s past is a danger to his whole cult, but that’s a risk he’s willing to take if it means he can have this omega as his own.

“Welcome to Hellfire, sweet thing.”

Eddie has Steve mated, knotted, and knocked up by the end of the night.

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