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sunny-bunnys-blog · 1 year

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Just a quick story before I log off for the night because it's almost 20 to 10 over here :)

This idea is once again from @toughcookiecontentcenter ! (They have so many good ideas my god)

Eliphas and Don thousand were arguing, again. Astral wasn't surprised, not a day went by without one of them starting an argument with the other since their two worlds had merged together, and it was hell for him.

But this argument seemed… different, the most prominent voice was Don thousand this time when every other time it was Eliphas. Eliphas must've said something to upset him, but what?

Astral sat on the last step, listening to the two adults yelling at each other with venom in their mouths.

And then, something was said that shocked the 14 year old to his very soul.

"I had a full right to do what I did, it was for the better of the people!" Eliphas defended himself, striking a deep nerve in Adonis. "I don't give a shit about the 'better of the people', it gives you no right to take my son and send him to slaughter me!"

What did he just say?

Astral's eyes widened and his breath got caught in his throat, maybe he was talking about somebody else? He had to be, there was no way that Don thousand was his father!

Eliphas gave a bitter grunt, rebutting back to the barian. "Why are you so bothered about it?! It's unlike Astral even remembers it and it was years ago!" "You know very well why I'm still pissed about it, you took away my only son and harmed him beyond repair!"

The teenager's eyes became wet as tears slipped down his flushed cheeks, he had nearly killed his actual father and didn't even know! In his shock, he trips on the step, attracting the attention of the two men.

He quickly ran past the living room and out of the house, trying to ignore the two adults calling his name as he quietly cussed himself out.

Astral hides behind one of the many pillars of the newly merged worlds and gazes down at his shaking hands before covering his face and bringing his knees to his head, resting his forehead on them.

He wanted to deny it, he really did, he wanted to deny that Don thousand was father, he wanted to deny that he nearly murdered his dad.

But he couldn't, and he hated that he couldn't

He then heard footsteps getting louder and louder and tried to curl in on himself more, seemingly hoping to curl up so much that he could disappear.

But unfortunately for him, he didn't disappear. Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand on his head, stroking him softly, causing him to look up at who it was.

It was Don Thousand, crouching down and looking at him with an empathetic glimpse in his eyes, this only caused more tears to spill from Astral's eyes, trying to edge away from the kind touch only to be pulled into a warm embrace.

He didn't remember the last time he was hugged by someone other than Yuma.

"I-I'm sorr-!" Astral tries to stammer out before he is promptly cut off by his father. "No, no, it's fine. You don't have to apologise for anything. I should be the one apologising. If I were there that day, maybe things would've been different.."

Don thousand was taken by slight surprise when his son returned the gesture and wrapped his arms around him, but was happy.

They were both finally happy again.

#a bit of fluff #a bit of angst #what's not to love #zexal #astral zexal #astral (zexal)#astral #yugioh zexal #don thousand #eliphas zexal #the bunny writes

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shenji-yei-v2 · 2 years

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POV you're a harvester giving a little gift to Kharangi the Overseer of Hunting Grounds.

yeah he loves you

he's nice

#amnesia rebirth #amnesia game #frictional games #amnesia the dark world #amnesia alchemists #kharangi #ghoul mom ghoul mom #a bit of fluff #also ghouls are purring yes

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1029: The Meeting Among Men (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

11:34 a.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room.......

Dedede: (Stands in Front of the Television and Right Beside a White Board with the Words N.N.N. Written in Blue Marker) Alright, y'all, listen up! (Starts Walking Back and Forth with his Hands Behind his Back) The month of spook and scares has officially ended on this fine day. And as the start of November is now upon us......(Uses a Presentation Stick He's Holding, to Point at the Board in Question) so the challenge of the No Nutting Endurance!

Luigi: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Wait, that's still a thing? I thought it died off a while ago.

Cloud: (Rolls his Eyes) ('Tch') I wish. It's been a yearly thing since it first started.

Escargoon: (Looks Up Something on his Phone) Annnnnd it's already trended #1 on Blie Birb.

Dedede: Damn right. And this time around, all of us here is gonna buckle down and make it through December!

Samus: (Raises her Hand Lazily) That's great and all, but why exactly am I in this meeting again?

Dedede: Cuz you're the manliest woman this mansion has offa'. You could even inspire us to man up throughout the challenge.

Samus: I'm flattered. But I think you might wanna ask someone else for that. I already failed.

Dedede: (Eyes Widened) You what!? When!?

Samus: Last night at Chuns place after we sent Li-Fen here for the night. (Sighs Relaxingly While Putting her Hands Behind her Head) As cute as she is, that woman sure knows how to take charge~

Cloud: You might as well add Weeg and I to failed category as well, De. We had a foursome with the ladies all night. Our first one actually.

Luigi: Daisy suggested we give a try once we left the movie theater that night. (Starts Blushing While Bashfully Looking Away a Little) I-It was....nice sharing this experience with everyone and... whatnot.......(Blush Starts Getting a Little More Redder) Cloud and I even started kissing at one point.....

Cloud: (Chuckles Lightly While Gently Ruffling the Top of Luigi's Head) Poor guy been a blushing mess throughout all of it~

Samus: (Giggles Softly) Awww~ (Playfully Pulls Luigi's Cheeks) He speaks the truth, Weeg?~

Luigi: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah.......I nearly fainted after that....(Smiles a Little) Still, I had a really great time with all of you last night. So....(Rest his Head Onto Cloud's Shoulder) Thanks~

Cloud: No problem.

Dedede: Well, ain't that sweet. But y'all still disappoint me! (Pinches his Nose While Walking and Forth Again) I mean, really now, can't neither of y'all wait till the month is over to do all of that?

Cloud: (Shrugs) Hey, if you have a problem with that, you're more than welcome to yell at Daisy about it yourself.

Luigi: (Nodded in Agreement) It is her idea after all.

Dedede: (Stops Walking and Raise Up a Finger) I'll.......(Imagines Daisy Angrily Breaking a Cup to Pieces With One Grip of her Hand Before Gulping in Fear) keep my complaints to myself. But no matter. (Pulls Escargoon into a One Arm Hug With a Confident Smirk on his Face) My man Escargoon and I are gonna try and dominate the challenge ourselves!

Escargoon: Yeeeeeaaah....(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) About that......

Dedede: (Sighs While Turning Back to his Best Friend Woth a Deadpinned Expression) What is it?

Escargoon: My one year anniversary with Mabel is coming up in a few days. (Starts Blushing) So there might be possibility of the failing that challenge early...

Samus/Luigi: Awwwwwww~

Dedede: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Mabel? Wait. (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at the Realization) You mean that fortune teller in Cappy Town? I didn't know y'all were dating!

Escargoon: Yeah. We've been together for a while now, longer than any other relationship I've ever been on surprisingly enough. We're starting head to the next step of our relationship and I'm already getting nervous thinking about it myself.....

Luigi: (Gives the Slug Man a Reassuring Smile on his Face) There's no need to worry about that. Just stay calm, take a deep breath or two, and see where it goes from here.

Samus: And if you feel like you're not ready for this sort of thing yet, just tell her. I'm sure she'll understand.

Dedede: But if you are up for the challenge, then you go out there and give that fortune-telling woman every single bit that love you had inside ya 'tIll the early morning sun shines down on you both.

Escargoon: Not sure if I could last for that long....(Balled his Fists Up With Full Confidence on his Face) But you're right! It's now or never at this point. Thanks, guys. And....sorry I had to leave you doing the challenge on your own like this, De.

Dedede: (Wave his Hand Down) Nah it's fine, man. I already figured I would be a lone wolf in this. I just hope I don't fuck it all up like the last two times.......

Cloud: Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that. How exactly were you able to fail the challenge twice in the row? You're the only person in this room who's still single.

Samus: Unless......(Narrows her Eyes at the Former King) You're not seeing someone in secret, are you?

Dedede: ('Scoffs') Girl, I wish! But nah, I'm not in a secret relationship or anything like that. It's just.....well....Sometimes, when you're alone in the romantic world or better yet, bored out of your mind, you tend to find the urge to watch something more....explicit to help ease the mind of blissful loneliness.

Luigi: Explicit- Wait. Your majesty, does this mind you've been watching-

Dedede: Boy, hush. I'm still talkin'. But whenever you do watch those types of entertainment on the computer screen, it sucks in you in, refusing to let your visual prowess turn to any direction of your choosing. No matter how much you try, it will always find a way to bring you right back to that very screen.

Escargoon: ......Soooo....is this some of sort euphemism of you watching p-

Dedede: But that could be a thing in the future right this instant! Because in the month of No Nutting Endurance, it does NOT only challenge yourself as your worth of a man, but could provide a hefty amount of learning experience from past failures and cowardice for days, weeks, months on end until time for you take that challenge on, rinse and repeat every lesson you've learned thus far, and climb your way to the top of victory! Only then, will you know the essence of a True Man's World.

Samus: You watch porn, didn't you?

Dedede: (Pinches his Nose Again in Annoyance) Oh for the love of- YES! I watched porn once or twice!

Samus silently raises an eyebrow at Dedede.

Dedede: More times than I can count! But I ain't gonna let that slip me up this time. Because this year, I'm gonna accomplish this challenge with an iron fist and mallet! For my name isn't SIR KING DEDEDE THE 4TH-

An Hour or Two Later........

Dedede walks down the stairs with his robe closed and grumpy, defeated look on his face as he makes his way to the kitchen, passing by the living room.

Samus: (Lays on the Sofa Watching TV with the Fellas) How's the challenge going along, De?

Dedede grumbles as he keeps walking, not looking anyone in the eyes.

Samus: (Turns to Everyone Else Present in the Room) He so failed.

Luigi: Yep.

Cloud: Uh-huh.

Escargoon: (Shrugs) There's always next year.

KING DEDEDE: FAILED THE CHALLENGE (AGAIN)

(A lot quicker than last time he entered)

@keyenuta

@caleb13frede

@cyber-wildcat

#super smash ultimate #king dedede #luigi #cloud strife #samus aran #escargoon #daisy (mentioned)#chun li (mentioned)#humor #a bit of fluff #no nut november

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coro-chan6 · 1 year

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Made the backstory of Emily. I want all 3 of the polys to have some sort of trauma in their past cause... why not!

Mr. Bentle

Summary - Emily's past, starring Mr Bentle.

Warnings - sexual assault, homophobia, pedophilia, recovering rape victim, poly! relationship, gn! character, metions of being a stripper, crying, angst, a bit of fluff at the end, child neglect

Words - 1408

When I was a child, everyone thought something was wrong with me. They thought it was weird that I told adults that their jokes weren’t funny, when I didn’t smile, and for having little to no interest in boys.

In my small hometown in the mostly barren North Dakota, everyone knew me as the town weirdo. I didn’t really mind. I didn’t care when the girls called me names and wrote stuff on my locker. I ignored the silence that would ensue every time I would walk into a room.

That was all before I had come out as pansexual. After, it wasn’t just teenagers that bullied me. I had grown men and women calling me slurs on the daily. My teachers would completely ignore me. And my parents? They didn’t want to have anything to do with me. To them, I was a fuck up. A mistake that they tried to erase.

The only person that really seemed to care was my dance teacher. Mr. Bentle was the first person I came out to, and he took it in stride. Unlike all of my other relationships, nothing really changed between Mr. Bentle and me… or at least I had thought so.

“Emily, you’ve done this routine thousands of times. What’s going on with you today?” Nothing was wrong. I just happened to have a medium-sized laceration on my foot that might have been affecting my movement. It seemed when I left my dance bag at school this Wednesday, someone slipped something sharp into my shoes.

“I apologize, Mr. Bentle. I-” Before I knew it, Mr. Bentle had stridden across the room. His warm breath tickled my neck as he repositioned my arm from behind.

“Like this, Em,” It took him a little longer than usual to back away from my form, “Let’s try to keep that arm there, yes? Again!”

That was only the beginning. His lingering touches turned to caresses and then something different altogether. Me being me, I didn’t realize what he was doing. I merely thought he was being kind; it’s not like I had anything to compare it to. When he would invite me over to his house to “hang out”, I thought the touching was normal. I didn’t particularly like it but, he was the only one who cared for me.

Soon, my dance classes turned into inappropriate sessions with Mr. Bentle. This is when I started to realize that something had to change. I love dancing. I’ve been dancing since I could stand up on my own, so I wasn’t fond of losing this time to do my only passion.

I know now that it wasn’t a good idea, but I asked Mr. Bentle to stop with the caresses and heavy petting. Maybe I should have asked for help, but who would have helped me? Plus, I thought he would have just stopped if I told him I was uncomfortable because I thought he cared.

I have no nerves as I walk into Mr. Bentle’s studio. What’s there to be nervous about? This is going to go just how I planned it; I’ll ask Mr. Bentle to resume my lessons and we’ll get on with it.

“Mr. Bentle,” I start when I see him already sitting toward the back of the studio, “can we please talk?” Mr. Bentle smiles and pats the spot beside him. I sit down and his hand gravities to my thigh. He gives it a gentle squeeze and looks me in the eye.

“What’s going on?” His face is open and nurturing. It almost distracts me from the feeling of his hand drawing higher on my leg.

“I would like to continue my dance lessons, sir,” his grip tightens on my thigh, “I understand that you care for me and I like you too, but I like dancing more than anything. I would rather do that than just hanging out.” His face is no longer open and kind. It is now filled with malice and indignation. I don’t understand why.

“You wanna break up with me?” He sneered.

I was confused, “Since when were we dating?” That made him angrier. The hand that didn’t have my thigh in a death grib went to my upper arm. He wasn’t gentle. I knew it was going to brusie, so I tried to pull away.

“Stay still, bitch,” he spat, “You wound me. After all I’ve done for you, you don’t want to be with me?”

My back touched the seat of the couch as he towered over me. For the first time since I started classes with him, I was scared of him. I’m never scared of anyone. It’s one of my odd traits, I didn’t feel as much as other people did; however, my instincts decided now was the right time to have fear kick in.

His hand traveled up my stomach and onto my chest, “W-what are you doing?” He huffed in annoyance. My heart felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest and I struggled to breathe. I wasn’t sure if my breath stuttered because of my fear or Mr. Bentle’s hands groping on my chest.

“Just stay quiet. We’ll call this a little apology for breaking up with me.”

Anyone with common sense should know what occured in Mr. Bentle’s studio that day. When I had gotten home later at night, my parents had scolded me for staying out past my curfew. They had no idea that it wasn’t my fault at all.

I went on with my life like normal after that, except without any dance classes. I took it upon myself to dance on my own. You couldn’t really tell I had been raped. The only sign was that I stopped doing ballet, the dance style Mr. Bentle had taught me. It made me sick to even look at the photos of me in my tu-tu that were scattered around my room.

When I turned 18, I left the small, confining town of North Dakota. I didn’t turn back and I never will. I grew to realize through my friends and partners that there was nothing there for me anymore. I’m not sure if there was ever anything there for me.

I turned away from classic dance entirely and started doing a more… provocative type of dance. It helped me release anger and sadness that I never knew I had and the sway of my hips and the cold touch of the pole made me feel free. It was the opposite of the seering hot touch of Mr. Bentle’s hands.

Being with Agatha and Francis, I’ve become more in touch with how I’m feeling. I know how to identify when I’m sad or angry, and if I’m paying attention, I can pick those feelings up on other people. I’m still blunt and straightforward. Francis said I should never get rid of this trait because she loves seeing me piss people off. Agatha needs that kind of straightoforwardness because they hate reading inbetween the lines.

Do my partners know what happened to me? They know to an extent. They know were I grew up and how I was treated… and they know of Mr. Bentle. They don’t know what he did; they both assume it was some popular upperclassmen, and I don’t plan on telling them it was him. Even though he did something terrible to me, I won’t ignore the fact that he opened me up to a whole new world of something I still love dearly; dancing. He encouraged me to dance even when my parents refused to pay for it, and even if that was for some malicious reason, I won’t let myself forget that.

I will never thank him or be thankful to him. I will never put his name in a positive light and I avoid talking about him in general. He hurt me. Me, only 15 and him the age of 34. I won’t forgive him, but I’ll never forget him.

“Em, you can still come to dinner, right?” Francis called from their shared bedroom. Emily was sat in the living room and was staring down at her paper with a blank face.

“Emily?” Agatha lifted Emily’s face and wiped away tears she hadn’t known were there, “Are you okay?”

“I-” she paused, thoughts going back to the studio. The sizzling hot heat of his hands. Him, “I’ve let him go.”

“Who?”

“Mr. Bentle.”

#my ocs #polyamorous #queer love #nonbinary #ocs #oc character #oc angst #a bit of fluff #tw assult #assult mention #pansexual #child neglect #homophobia

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sunshowerdandelion · 2 years

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Chapter 26 of Hour of the Rabbit is out!

Reisen and Kaguya finally kiss in this one! Congrats Reisen! There’s even a little fluff before waves and waves of anxiety!

Also commissioned art by the incredibly talented @dlartistanon

#touhou #sunshowersyfics #reisen udongein inaba #kaguya houraisan #a bit of fluff #a kiss #fanfiction

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saturnhere · 2 years

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$3.67 🖇️

written by galaxylove

Another night, another shift.

(Or the SaMo convenience store AU that was meant to be a small one-shot.)

main ship: samo

rating: general audiences

status: completed

words: 12,134

chapter: 1

#samo #sana #momo #convenience store au #a bit of fluff #ao3 works #fanfic #kpop #twice fanfic #twice fic

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saltoru · 8 months

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being a jujutsu sorcerer and a parent rarely ends well. sorcerers who have to fight for their lives everyday barely have any time and energy even for themselves. adding babies to the picture is hard to imagine.

but gojo was determined to balance his work and personal life when you entered his life, which is why he has a baby girl strapped to his chest as he holds up his hand and crosses his fingers, already to send a special grade curse into his domain.

"daddy~" his baby babbles, cheek squished against his purple uniform.

"yes, baby?" gojo smiles down at his baby and gently sweeps her hair out of her eyes. he pays little to no attention to the curse, who had already spread out their domain and is currently sending wave after wave of attacks, all of which gojo repels with a touch. "this is domain expansion," he gently explains to her, smirking at the curse who is obviously offended that he wasn't taking them seriously. "in a second, you're gonna see daddy's domain."

his baby blinks and shuffles around in the strap, whining a bit as she tries to get comfortable. for all she knows, it's too dark and hot and she misses mommy's smell.

before she knows it, the space around her begins to look like the night sky, and she can't see the curse anymore.

"this is my domain," her daddy says, but she misses seeing the sun. why is it nighttime all of the sudden?

"nooo" she whines as she kicks around. where's the ice cream he promised her earlier? and where is mommy? she doesn't want to go to sleep yet!

"not easily impressed, hm?" he laughs, protectively holding his baby's head against his chest as he closes up his domain after finishing off the curse.

"let's go get ice cream, yeah?" he ruffles her hair and holds up her hands, dancing them up in the air with a huge grin. the sunlight hits her face again and a smile quickly reappears. "you did so good today. did you learn a lot about jujutsu fights today? did'ja enjoy our little adventure together?"

"ice cweam" she smiles, doing a few happy kicks. and that's how the tradition of getting ice cream after missions started for the daddy-daughter pair.

#dad!gojo fills an empty spot in my heart #AW HE'S SO PERFECT #and then yaga found out he brings his baby to missions #and yaga quickly scolded gojo #“but my wife needs a girls' day” he just shrugs #he LIVES for these daddy-daughter adventures #when fighting a curse he's just like “my baby's watching so let me show off a bit”#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenarios #gojo #dad!gojo

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hairmetal666 · 1 month

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Eddie thought inviting Steve to the Grammys would be fine, cool, no big deal. And it should be, but Steve is walking out of the suite's bedroom wearing a burgundy tuxedo that fits him like a fucking glove. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to let chest hair peak out, and Eddie thinks he might faint.

He's always been attracted to Steve, of course, but never let it go further than that. Like, sure, Steve was hot as fuck, and sure he was the best guy Eddie had ever met, and sometimes, yeah, he did have to force away thoughts of Steve when he jerked off, and in other circumstances he'd totally be head over heels. Just, Steve is straight, the straightest, a fucking arrow.

Eddie tears his eyes from Steve's body. "You look great, man." He slaps Steve's back. Keeping it cool; keeping it so cool.

"Psh," Steve says. "Have you looked in a mirror? Oh my god." His eyes are saucer wide as they travel down Eddie's body.

"Is it too much?" Eddie crosses his arms over his bare chest.

"Are you kidding? You're--fuck, man. You look good as hell."

He's wearing a silky burgundy shirt, open to show off the necklaces around his throat, his tattoos, the silver in his nipples. His pants are leather, tight, sitting low on his hips and putting the cut of his pelvic bone on full display. They have a lace-up closure that comes dangerously close to showing pube.

Heat rushes to his face at the compliment. "It's--you know. Hazard of the job."

"Yeah, hazard, sure. Guess it's a hard life having hot dudes literally throwing themselves at you."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "That's a vast exaggeration."

"Is it?"

He blushes harder. "You're my date tonight, Steve."

"My point exactly."

His manager and publicist usher them out the door before he can ask what the hell that meant.

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The ride is giddy and playful, Steve popping champagne to celebrate Eddie's nomination for Song of the Year, even though there's no chance in hell he wins.

Steve is happy. His face is bright with joy, eyes shining, laugh loud and infectious. He's gorgeous, knows it, will be an absolute menace on the red carpet. He's been with Eddie to parties and stuff before, doesn't have any anxiety in front of the camera and isn't obsessed with musicians like Eddie is, unafraid to meet them.

Or so Eddie thought.

Because now they're standing at the edge of the red carpet, Steve very nearly trembling next to him.

"Harrington?"

"That's--That's Madonna." Steve points to her. "We're not even ten feet away from Madonna." He gulps. "Eddie. Madonna."

Steve has met famous people before with Eddie. Ozzy, briefly, Janet Jackson, Dave Grohl, James Hetfield, and he'd always been fine. Barely batted an eye. But get him within reaching distance of Madonna and he falls apart.

Eddie doesn't think about it, grabs Steve's hand, twines their fingers together. "Okay?"

The smile Steve throws him, grateful and a little embarrassed, stabs straight through his heart. He calms as they make it up the carpet, but he doesn't drop Eddie's hand, even when they pause for pictures. In fact, he leans into it, drapes his arm around Eddie's shoulders, or around his waist, seeming to thrive the closer they are. Eddie feels this dangerous pull to indulge in it, to let himself believe it means something, and he doesn't quite have it in him to turn it off.

By the time they reach their seats, Steve is relaxed back to his normal charming and handsome self, doesn't bat an eye as Eddie introduces him around.

The show passes quickly with all the performances and Steve whispering jokes in his ear. It's the best time he's ever had at an award show, like he should have been bringing Steve along this whole time. He's so distracted that he's not really ready when Paula Abdul comes out to announce Song of the Year.

His name is read off as a nominee and Steve grabs his hand, squeezes tight. Eddie's heart flips in his chest. He's not paying attention when Paula opens the envelope, too focused on Steve's strong hand holding his. He hears her say, "And the Grammy goes to--" and everything goes fuzzy.

Steve is saying, "oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. Get up, get up."

And his fucking song is playing and everyone is cheering, a couple people slap his back, and oh shit, oh shit, he fucking won. He stands, Steve with him. He thinks they're going to hug, that's what you do in these situations, but Steve is kissing him. Not on the cheek and not a quick peck, but lip-to-lip, soft and sweet.

Steve just kissed him and he has to get on stage and give a speech. He has no idea what he says because Steve just kissed him. On the lips. On purpose. His ears are ringing and words tumble out of his mouth, thinks he says, "couldn't have done it without you, Stevie," before tripping over his feet to get backstage.

Interviews, photographs, congratulations all help him settle. He's still buzzing with the win, but aware enough now to think the kiss had to be an accident. They've been friends for nearly a decade and Steve never seemed interested in men generally or Eddie specifically.

It takes a while to finish up the backstage business, but when he makes it to his seat, Steve just beams at him. He doesn't mention the kiss, which makes Eddie think he's overreacting. It wasn't a big deal. Sure, he could still feel Steve's lips, warm and soft, against his own, but it didn't mean anything. He's just too in his big gay feelings to be objective.

They don't get a chance to really talk until they're back in the limo and on their way to the after-party.

"You won," Steve says.

"I won." Eddie smiles. "Crazy."

"You deserved it."

He shrugs. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't matter. You did." Steve fidgets with the cuff of his jacket. "About earlier, um. The kiss. I--"

Eddie feels his face heating, heart kicking up. It was nothing, he knows, and Steve shouldn't have to-- "It was an accident. It's okay. I know you don't--it was the heat of the moment and--I know you're not--you don't--"

Steve blinks a lot, emotions flashing across his face faster than Eddie can categorize.

"What if I do?" Steve asks. His voice is too soft, eyes locked on the cuff link he's fiddling with.

"You--what?"

"What if I did mean it?"

"You're straight."

Steve goes pink. "I'm really not."

"Steve?" He shrieks. "Since when?"

"Um. Since you invited me to this?"

"What the fuck?" Eddie shoves him. "What the fuck, man?"

"I know, I know!" Steve pulls his hand through his hair. "You invited me and I freaked out and I didn't know why, and Robin made the saddest little face at me. Said, 'oh, dingus, you didn't know?' How the fuck was I supposed to know!"

"I think you wanting to fuck me should've been a pretty good indication!"

"I thought that happened to everyone!"

"It doesn't!"

"That's what Robin said!"

They're both yelling.

"Jesus christ. Jesus christ," Eddie keeps repeating.

"Look, I get it if you don't want me too, dude. I know that's not how it works, but I've been pretty crazy about you without realizing it for a while now, so--"

He doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he laughs. Like, super loud. Like a donkey bray.

"Okay, can the driver let me out? Like, can I go? I can't--"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart." Steve's gotten up, like he's about to knock on the partition, but Eddie grabs his wrist. "Of course I want you back, you idiot, oh my god."

"Oh." Steve's ears are pink. "Oh. Well. That's good."

Eddie huffs. "Just good? I won a Grammy and the guy I've been pining over for years wants me back. I'm having the night of my life."

"Shut-up." Steve's smile is so big, his eyes so bright.

He raises an eyebrow. "Make me," he says in his lowest register, but he's truly not prepared for it when Steve clambers over to him and lowers himself to straddle Eddie's hips.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers. "Holy shit, Steve."

He give a wry little smile, eyes locked on Eddie's mouth. "Baby, can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Eddie clears his throat. "Yes, please, do that. Yeah."

Only, he doesn't. He's straddling Eddie, they're so close their breath mingles, and Steve's eyes flicker between Eddie's mouth and his eyes, lips so close to touching but not.

"C'mon, asshole," Eddie says.

"I knew you'd be a brat." He whispers. He wraps his hands into Eddie's hair. "Been dying to do this."

And then they're kissing. They're kissing and it steals all of Eddie's breath and his thoughts, and it's new but it's also like they've been kissing forever, like their lips and tongue know each other, like coming home.

He whines, high-pitched and breathy, and Steve laughs, kisses him deeper, moves closer, and Eddie feels how hard Steve is, the persistent pulse of him. And shit Eddie's close, on the brink just from this, from nothing, oh my god.

Steve's hands drift down Eddie's torso, mapping his chest and his stomach, coming to rest at the laces of his pants. "These have been driving me insane," Steve breaks the kiss to say. "Been thinking about undoing them all night."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that," Eddie groans.

"Why not?"

"Because--because," Eddie sputters but then Steve's lips are on his neck and he's rolling his hips for friction.

Steve's fingers find the laces again, trace against them. Eddie's legs fall open, arching into the touch. "We're going to be so late," he murmurs as Steve's fingers get to work.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #fluff #friends to lovers #famous eddie munson #regular guy steve harrington #feelings confession #oblivious steve harrington #the grand tradition of steve harrington not realizing he's bi #eddie falls first steve falls harder #eddie's so cool about it #grammy award winning eddie munson #vaguely inspired by lupita and joseph at the oscars #driver roll up the partition please #a little bit spicy

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isjasz · 7 months

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[Day 96]

Together they become GUY!!

(Context: On the stream yesterday they were joking about just combining into one player for decked out LOL)

(And Hermittober: Day 1 Frost ❄️)

#dddaily4sherin #hermittober #grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #isdoodles #hermitblr #hermitcraft #speedran this right after i finished reviewing for test HELASKJAJ #I wanted to draw tango epic dungeon master too but no time #had a cool composition idea too rip </3 #maybe later on i can just do trad doodles for both hermits that fit the prompt and desertduo so we get both #or i just go insane and draw two whole digital pieces in one day who knows LMAO #if i have the time #but i really want to draw a bit of hermits and friends other than desertduo for the duration of hermittober too :D #also you guys should be happy i couldve drawn the dl snow bucket event instead but i decided against it and offer fluff thumbs up

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 6 days

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chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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