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Unless...? Ch. 7

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Steve Harrington wants to be best friends with Billy Hargrove. He wants to marry him--as friends--so they'll always be together, and he's going crazy, trying not to be weird about it, and scare Billy off. Also he's in a band, and they run a bar.Billy's buckling under an onslaught of friendly Harrington flirtation. Also he's just been hired as the new bartender. For Day 2 of Febuwhump, "I can't take this anymore."

Steve talked Billy’s ear off for hours—rehearsal wasn’t until the afternoon—and listened to Billy on speaker, making himself granola and yogurt, a protein shake, and doing his workout.

“S-sorry,” Billy grunted, lifting weights, and Steve felt heat all across his face again. His hands had gone all sweaty, like Billy was some—like he was an older, cooler kid at school that Steve wanted to impress. Which was stupid, Steve told himself, because Billy was a normal dude, living in a grotty apartment with carpet the color of used diapers.

“...whatcha doing,” Steve asked, considering going for a run, since he couldn’t settle.

“Triceps,” Billy huffed, and Steve couldn’t help picturing Billy’s arms, the way they strained the tight sleeves of his jacket. “Uh,” Billy panted. “Play me something?”

“Oh, uh, sure, okay,” Steve laughed, because he hadn’t been sure what to talk about, and he’d been wondering whether to hang up.

“You...driving back Monday?” Billy asked, as Steve opened his guitar case, and considered what to play.

“Nah, I got rehearsals,” Steve said distractedly, and then realized as he started tuning that Billy’d been quiet a while. “...hon?” he asked, and then bit his lips together, flushing, as something crashed on Billy’s end, and he yelped. Steve winced, grimacing. “Sorry.”

“Am I your honey now?!” Billy asked, snickering. “Y’know…” he said, and Steve relaxed, a little, because he could hear the smile. “—for somebody who’s always worried he’s too much, I feel like you’re never around.”

“Well, you left, shithead,” Steve pointed out. “You skipped out on our damn slumber party.”

“I thought I’d see you in a few days, asshole,” Billy shot back, laughing. “Didn’t know I was signing up to be, like, a band widow.”

“I thought maybe you’d want some space, I told ‘em I’d stick around a while,” Steve admitted, laughing.

“I don’t want space from you, moron,” Billy hissed, and Steve let that settle over him, soaking into him like water on a dried out sponge. He could feel himself getting soft and gushy, and his eyes went a little blurry.

“I—I’ll tell ‘em I need to wrap it up,” he said, kinda hoarsely. “I’ll, um. I’ll be back. Soon. After next weekend maybe?”

“I mean, do what you need to do, it’s your job,” Billy muttered, but he sounded kinda pouty, and Steve laughed.

“You know I’m only here ‘cause I was scared of scaring you off,” Steve told him, and Billy sighed.

“You’re not gonna, moron,” he said, and Steve pushed that into the back of his head to think about later, and dove into practicing songs for their wedding, until Billy was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

“So next week,” Steve said, finally, as Billy’s panting giggles petered off. “You marrying me?”

“Jesus,” Billy mumbled, muffled-sounding, and Steve remembered he’d said he was curling up on the couch.

“You don’t gotta,” Steve told him, seriously. “I won’t—I’m not gonna be mad or anything, I know you don’t—want to, as much, uh, as I do—but if you do want to, I wanna—I wanna plan—make some plans, y’know. Um, make it—make it nice.”

“Make it nice,” Billy repeated, sounding less grouchy than usual, and more in shock, and Steve wanted again to just load everybody Billy’d ever dated into cement shoes and then a dump truck, and tip them into Lake Superior.

“Yeah, nothing super fancy, I mean, but a cake, maybe some friends?”

“...friends. Wait, your friends?” Billy asked, sounding disbelieving.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to tell Robin she was right the whole time, I’m gay for you and I love you. I mean, it’s half true.”

“...half true,” Billy said, sounding strangled.

“I mean,” Steve said, feeling his cheeks heat, again, and rubbing his face. “It’s just—it’s not like we’re really marrying for taxes, right. I—I gotta love you to wanna marry you this bad.” Billy made a weird noise on the other end, and Steve winced. “Uh,” he said, grimacing, “—so I thought I’d just—just tell her she’s right, you know? Tell the band and everybody—okay, you’re right, I do, I do love him, we’re getting married, bring us presents?”

“...you wanna tell everybody you’re bi and invite them to the wedding,” Billy repeated blankly.

“Well, here’s the thing,” Steve said, pacing around. “It’s logical, okay—”

“It’s logical,” Billy repeated, and Steve hissed.

“Ssssht! Look, I know this dude who can perform weddings, alright? We can do it somewhere nice! Nicer than the courthouse. Have Jonathan take some photos.”

“Photos,” Billy whispered, and Steve groaned.

“I want photos! We’re gonna look nice!”

“...this…” Billy said, into the silence, and took a shaky breath. “Steve, this—this sounds like a real wedding.”

“Well, yeah, you told me to get a license and shit, right, it is a real wedding.”

“No, I mean,” Billy said, and then paused. “...I—I mean it sounds real, like you—like you want to—to be married—”

He cut off, and Steve waited, and then blew his cheeks out in frustration, and took a deep breath. “We don’t have to,” he said again, shutting his eyes. “You say the word and I’ll just��I’ll drop it, okay, I promise. I won’t—I won’t call you husband anymore—”

Billy made a wheezing noise, and Steve waited to see if he’d talk, but he didn’t.

“Billy. Just tell me if I’m—being too much. I’ll back off, I promise.”

“You’re not too much,” Billy said instantly, and Steve swallowed, grabbing the phone with both hands, and wishing he was holding Billy. “You’re not, you—you’re fine, uh. Just. Are you...sure. I’m what you want.”

“You’re exactly who I want,” Steve growled. “If you don’t wanna wedding I’ll just keep coming to see you, and—and I’ll keep annoying the shit out of you at work, and dragging you over for slumber parties, and when one of us drinks too much we can stay together so nobody falls down any stairs, and…”

“...hugs,” Billy sighed, and Steve flushed, nodding.

“And when you’re having a shitty day I’ll pick you up again and carry your muscled ass around until you feel better,” he promised. “Wish I was doing that.”

“And you want me to sleep in your bed,” Billy said, flatly, but Steve was ready for that sticking point.

“I’ll order a couch I can sleep on,” he said quickly. “Or we can move somewhere with more rooms. Two people paying rent, right? We can get something nice.”

“...we should just up and buy something, then,” Billy laughed. “All your rockstar money.”

“Okay,” Steve said instantly, and Billy made a weird choking noise. “No, shut up, listen, it makes sense, right, we’ll be together, we can have our own place. I can soundproof a room to practice in.”

“...picket fence and a dog,” Billy laughed, unevenly, and Steve wished violently that he could grab the dumbass and squeeze him until he stopped freaking out.

“You want a dog, you get a dog,” he said quietly. “You can have five. Ten.” Billy was quiet on the other end for a long time, and Steve bit his lips together. “...up to you what you want, okay?” he said finally, and heard Billy take a shuddery breath.

“Gimme a chance to tell my sister,” he said, and Steve bit his lips, nodding. “Let her...try and talk me out’ve it. Or she’ll punch me in the head.”

“Okay,” Steve laughed, his stomach falling a little.

“A-and then—fine. Not—not this weekend. N-next. Weekend. She’s not gonna talk me out of it, so. Let’s,” Billy said hoarsely. “Let’s—let’s do it. A-a wedding. The whole—the whole works. If you—if you’re willing to give it to me, I’ll take it. Fucking—moron not to take it. Gimme—everything.”

Steve yelped a laugh and covered his mouth, his vision going blurry. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Holy shit, yes. Gonna—gonna sweep you off your feet. I gotta—I gotta go, I gotta plan our wedding—”

“Okay,” Billy said, laughing too, kinda wet and sniffly, but still a laugh, and Steve couldn’t help giggling too.

“I’m gonna make you so goddamn happy,” he threatened. “You’re not gonna know what the fuck hit you.”

“Says you,” Billy snorted. “Maybe I’ll make you the happiest moron alive—”

“You will,” Steve breathed, and Billy made a strangled choking noise again, yelled ‘fuck you, Harrington’, and hung up. Steve flopped onto his back on the bed and screamed until the neighboring rooms banged on the walls. “Holy shit,” he panted, wiping his eyes. “Holy fuck.”

He dialled Robin.

“Hey there, heterosexual white male,” she answered, and Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m gay and you should come to our wedding,” he said, and she actually paused, for a second.

“...bi?” she suggested, and Steve grimaced.

“Um, whichever. I’m marrying Billy for, um, fucking reasons. I’m gonna suck his cock. I’m telling the truth now.”

“...for some reason that makes it feel like you aren’t,” she said slowly, and Steve groaned.

“We will be having butt sex,” he tried, and she was quiet for a while.

“What’s going on,” she said finally.

“You were right,” he tried, frustrated. “I was wrong, I—I am marrying Billy for—for totally normal reasons, you’re my friend, you have to come!”

“...totally normal reasons,” she repeated.

“Normal, uh, absolutely normal gay sex reasons,” he hissed. “You were right, it’s gay sex reasons. Gonna—gonna let him put his, um, his dick, uh, up my poop chute.”

“Oh my god,” she wheezed, cackling. “Steve, what the fuck is going on?!”

“Up my...ass?” he corrected uncertainly, and she laughed harder.

“Steve!”

“Yessss?” he hissed, aggravated.

“What the actual fuck? What are you even—”

“You said it was obvious!” he growled back at her. “You were right! I give in! I’m gay and I’m gay-marrying Billy and we’re having gay dog babies! You were right and you have to come to my super gay wedding!”

“...gay dog babies,” she said, sounding mystified.

“Look, are you coming, or what,” he huffed, and she made a weird muppety honking noise. Because they’d been friends a long time, he could imagine the exaggerated face she was making. He glared at the wall. “You gonna miss my wedding?”

“No?!” she sputtered. “I just—you sound like a cartoon, what’s even happening?!”

“I’m marrying Billy,” Steve said, again. “Weekend after next. I want—I want it nice, y’know, I want pictures and...things.”

“Awww, you’re such a dork,” Robin laughed. “When?”

“Help me get everyone there, d’you think, like, Saturday morning would work?”

“Cake for breakfast,” Robin said thoughtfully, but then sighed. “It’s a long drive, man, how early?”

“Oh,” Steve said, grimacing. “What about afternoon? After lunch?”

“There is gonna be cake, right,” she said, and he nodded as he answered.

“‘Course. You think I’m gonna marry my man without cake?”

“That sounded more real,” she said thoughtfully, and Steve rolled his eyes. “I’ll get Jonathan and Joyce up there. You know Dustin is gonna actually kill you.”

“He’ll have to fight Nancy,” Steve said grimly. “She’s gonna break my neck. I’m kinda afraid to tell her, honestly, she always said she’d be my Best Woman.”

“I sure don’t wanna do all that planning,” Robin said, “Though the bachelor’s party sounds fun. I know this is a bizarre idea,” she said, laughing, “—but like. You could wait.”

“I don’t want to,” Steve said, registering a little whine in his voice, and Robin cracked up laughing. “What if he changes his mind,” Steve muttered, like a totally reasonable adult, and she laughed harder.

“You could just bone him,” she suggested.

“Ah,” Steve said, grimacing. “Yeah, um. That’s—I am, um, just, like, really...horny. And he’s, uh, he’s saving himself for marriage. So, um, we gotta. We gotta tie the knot, to, uh, to do the do. Do the butt. Stuff.”

Robin whooped with laughter. “Now I know that’s not true,” she snickered, and Steve had a horrible image pop into his head of Billy taking dates home.

“...oh,” he said. “Is—is he—has he been—”

“He’s not cheating on you,” she groaned, laughing. “But he got around before you swept him off his feet, y’know. And he wasn’t married before, moron, you think he got a divorce or something from that asswipe? He was living in sin.”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve said, sighing with relief. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Come back tonight and shove him over the bar before he dies of horniness,” she suggested, and Steve’s dick twitched, like that was even anything he should be imagining.

“Ungh,” he said, around something in his throat.

She groaned. “You two are giving me blue balls, and that’s weird in so many ways.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying not to imagine grabbing Billy by the collar and pushing him against anything, while Billy laughed and licked his lips. Billy was so much heavier than anyone Steve had dated, solid and strong and warm, and Steve felt a pang of loneliness, sitting there on his motel bed.

“I’m just saying,” Robin sing-songed. “I mean, if you really wanna marry him, good for you two, but like. Don’t be surprised when Dustin fills all your shoes with Jell-O, keys your car, and puts dye in your showerhead so it looks like The Shining when you turn it on—”

“Holy crap,” Steve mumbled, grimacing.

“Nancy’s gonna probably ask you shit like ‘when did you first know you were in love with him?’” Robin asked, her voice sugary.

When he made fun of my Youtube channel for hours, Steve thought, sighing as he remembered Billy sitting on the bar, singing along.

“...anyway, I’m marrying him,” he mumbled, huffily. “You can come if you want.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t miss your gay butt sex marriage for the world.”

“If you’re nice,” he hissed. “There’s gonna be cake if you’re not an asshole.”

“Maybe I’ll eat cake and then tell him how dumb you sound,” she said thoughtfully, and Steve winced.

“No, don’t, don’t tell him it sounded like I...didn’t want to, he’s already freaked out.”

“...hrm,” she said. “Did you sound as stupid saying it to him?”

“He said yes,” Steve pointed out, because he wasn’t sure.

“What the fuck did you even say? Put a ring on it for ass access?”

“No!” Steve yelped. “No, jesus, I just said I wanted to.”

“Hrrmmm,” she said. “This sounds deeply suspicious, and I’m not sure why.”

“It does not,” Steve told her, huffily, and she snorted a laugh.

Telling his bandmates went better. Steve kept it simple—‘Come to our wedding! There’s cake!’—and when they started to tease him he just agreed with everything they said until they stopped talking.

Finally, he called Billy again. “Do you still want Captain America and the Winter Soldier on the cake,” he asked anxiously, because everyone was laughing at him, and he was starting to want to just elope. “I mean, they’re friends. Just friends. And we’re pretending that, um.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Billy muttered. “Yeah, sure, Steve, with you to the end of the line.”

“We could get something else if you want,” Steve said lamely. “I’ve seen, um, sometimes they have Hot Wheels. Get you a Camaro.”

“Y’know I never thought I’d say this, but I think the superheroes sound more like a grownup wedding cake, let’s go with them,” Billy said, obviously trying not to laugh, and Steve both wanted to shove him, and pull him into a hug.

“Love you,” he said, automatically, and Billy made a squeaking grunt noise, like a large truck trying to brake on a hill.

“...don’t break me before the wedding,” he muttered, and Steve realized if it was a real wedding, he’d make a joke there, something like ‘oh no, I’ll save that for after’.

He smacked his hand over his face. “Um. Everyone’s, uh, coming. Jonathan’s—he’s gonna take pictures. Of us. Everyone.”

“With our action figure cake toppers,” Billy said, snorting a laugh, and Steve winced a little, because he didn’t want his wedding to Billy to be stupid, something people laughed at.

He swallowed hard. “Um, yeah.”

“...you still there?” Billy asked, and Steve nodded, then realized that wasn’t helpful.

“Uh,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Billy laughed. “You changing your mind already?”

“No!” Steve yelped. “No, no, I’m not, I just. I—want to.”

“...but?” Billy asked quietly.

“Everyone I know is an asshole,” Steve said frankly. “I thought they could, y’know, maybe be happy for me, but apparently they’re pricks, so—”

“You know you’re marrying one of those pricks,” Billy said, like Steve wasn’t aware.

“I know I’m marrying my favorite, and everybody else can go fuck themselves,” Steve muttered, and Billy laughed.

“Well, you change your mind, you let me know,” he said.

“Maybe I’ll let them have cake if they promise to bring rad presents,” Steve allowed, relaxing a little.

“If not, I’ll throw them out for you,” Billy promised, and Steve’s heart warmed with the image of Billy carrying a yelling Robin over his head out the door.

He brought up the Costco cake-ordering website, and to his horror, there was nothing brand-name on it. “Billy,” he said bleakly. “There’s not even Spiderman.”

“We don’t want Spiderman anyway,” Billy said reassuringly, “—what would we do, have one of us be Doc Ock? Two lawfully wedded Spidermans? Send me the link.”

Steve copied and pasted it in as a text, staring at the puffy dinosaurs and soccer balls. “...it says some lady returned a dinosaur cake because she thought the shape of the visible feet made up the number 666,” he mumbled.

“...there’s a princess clown cake,” Billy snickered, and Steve imagined himself wedded with a clown cake. Perfect.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Maybe I should just get a plain white one. Maybe there’s a cake supply place where I can get a little groom and groom.”

“I’ll get a little Bucky and Steve if you want,” Billy said, laughing.

“Nah, it was dumb,” Steve said, sighing. “I just—”

“I’ll get them,” Billy promised, and Steve laughed, his smile going a little goofy, but he let it, because it wasn’t like anybody was there to see.

“...really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ll get my best guy his little superhero toys. I got this.”

“Shut up,” Steve laughed. “Fuck. Love you, man, seriously.”

“...they gotta be on eBay or something,” Billy muttered distractedly, and Steve listened, grinning at the wall.

He decided it wasn’t so bad if the wedding was a little silly, as long as he got to marry Billy Hargrove, in the end.

The cake was easy—the lady paused for a long second when he said he wanted to put Bucky Barnes and Captain America in a heart, and then she suggested some stars as well. The little yard by the bar where they performed was public space, and the owner said it would be empty in the afternoon. He checked the weather, and it wasn’t even supposed to rain.

Billy drove back out on Friday, and Steve looked out mid-performance to see him dancing with a red-headed woman. The song ended, and Steve tried not to long to be her—not that it wouldn’t be weird to suddenly have boobs and get talked down to at job interviews, but it seemed, for a few minutes at least, like it’d even out if he could have Billy pull him onto the dance floor with a soft smile and an arm around Steve’s waist. His eyes stung a little thinking about it—Billy liking it when Robin teased them about being a couple, instead of going tense and grim, Billy smiling when Steve held his hand, instead of looking down at their linked hands like Steve was doing something bizarre.

Billy wanting to stay in Steve’s hotel room, and next to him in bed.

The thought of what Steve might have discovered had Tommy not ghosted him reared its ugly head again, and Steve swallowed it back, lowering his gaze to his guitar to check the tuning during the applause. It wasn’t like he’d actually leaned in and tasted Tommy’s panting mouth, he told himself. There was nothing concrete he should have told Billy—and Billy didn’t mind him, mostly, as long as he didn’t push too hard.

Maybe he wouldn’t even have liked it, he thought guiltily, and he was tying himself in knots for no reason at all. It was probably weird, kissing somebody with...stubble, and a muscled chest, and broad, warm shoulders. Somebody with a cock in his pants. The idea of a dick up his ass had always made Steve wrinkle his nose a little—everything he’d read said it took a while, right when things started heating up, and sometimes people hated it, and he’d already done his time in that didn’t-know-what-he-was-doing-in-bed phase already.

He grimaced, remembering Mandi, who’d had to stop a kiss, cough, and tell him not to choke her with his tongue—and then he couldn’t help imagining Billy—Tommy—a man—stomping out on their wedding night, because Steve was so awful at ass sex. Billy’d left when Steve was just too weird the week before, with the suits and the thongs and everything.

Steve wondered, suddenly, if he’d been so bad at handjobs that was the reason Tommy had left, and he had to bite back hysterical laughter onstage.

When he glanced up again—a few measures into a song he was performing entirely from muscle memory—Billy’s head was tipped back laughing, and Steve jerked his attention back to his guitar again to avoid thinking about kissing along his fiance’s adam’s apple. Steve focused on the music, singing with gusto, and once the set was over, somebody smacked his back and said, “You were great once you woke up, man.”

Billy waved, and Steve waved back, automatically, trying not to stare at where Billy’s arm was around the woman’s shoulders—and then with a swell of relief that hit him like a tall wave, he registered her Camaro tattoo that matched Billy’s skateboard, and realized, light-headedly, that she was Billy’s sister. Billy was frowning a little, and Steve grinned easily back at him. Billy watched him warily, and Steve pointed to his ring finger and kissed it, then watched Billy nearly disappear into the shouting crowd, his red, smiling face obscured by his hand.

By the time Steve got off the stage, put his guitar in its case, and figured out the next day’s practice, Billy and his sister were gone. There was a text on Steve’s phone with the address where they were having dinner—a Korean barbeque place, open until 3am. It was nearly one.

When Steve showed up at the restaurant—his heart pounding, and his palms sweaty, because Billy obviously listened to his sister, and he’d probably call the whole stupid plan off if Steve couldn’t win her over—he had an edible bouquet and his nicest shirt on.

Billy was already at a table, and as Steve walked closer, he could hear a woman’s voice saying “No, come on, I’m not saying that. I’m kinda worried you feel the need to be drunk introducing me to him—”

“Hey, babe,” Steve cut her off, leaning around the corner of the booth to kiss the side of Billy’s head over his ear, since he had his head in his arms. “How you doin’?”

Billy groaned. He smelled of tequila, and his sister levelled a deeply suspicious glower at Steve.

“Nice bouquet,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “That from a fan?”

“No, it’s for Billy,” Steve huffed, and Billy raised his head to blink woozily at the skewered pineapple flowers. “Didn’t figure you’d wanna juggle driving flowers home in a hot car. At least you can eat these.”

“Hrm,” said his sister, frowning at Steve.

“You okay?” Steve asked Billy, and he nodded, rubbing his face and groaning into his fingers.

“...get something in my stomach,” he muttered. “Drinking on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, wondering, as he exchanged glances with Billy’s sister, if he should come clean.

“I’m gonna hit the can,” Billy said, lurching to his feet, and Steve scrambled out of the booth to let him pass.

“So this is all happening kinda fast,” Billy’s sister said crisply, and Steve blinked at her. Her frown was darker than her brother’s.

“...I guess?” he said, cautiously. “Once he finally said yes, I didn’t wanna wait until he changed his mind, kinda?”

“...finally?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I mean, I told him I’ll stop asking if he wants, and nothing changes, I’m not gonna be mad or anything, I’m not—he said he doesn’t feel, like, pressured,” Steve said quickly, clutching at the menu.

“...how long you been asking?” she muttered, glancing towards the bathrooms.

“...almost as long as I’ve known him,” Steve admitted, wincing. “I can see why he didn’t take it serious—”

“...how long is that,” she said, raising her eyebrows, but she was starting to look entertained instead of worried.

“...months?” Steve mumbled. “He got hired after Christmas, right? I think I first asked him in...oh, maybe May or June?”

“...so an October wedding isn’t a huge rush,” she said, relaxing back against her seat with a sigh. “Jesus, Billy. I thought he met you, like, last week. How’d you even...you’ve been long-distance this whole time? He gonna quit his job and move out here? Has he been driving out here to meet you this whole year and he’s just telling me he was in the neighborhood?!”

Steve realized he was a very well kept secret, and waved his hands. “No, no! I work at the same place he does! I’m just here for a couple weeks. I live a fifteen minute drive from him. Usually.”

“...huh,” she said, thoughtfully. “So he’ll keep his job? That’s cool, I think he likes it a lot.”

“I’m gonna go check on him,” Steve said, realizing it had been a while, and also that she was starting to grin with delight, and it kind of made her look like a shark.

Billy was leaning against the sink with his back towards the mirrors, rubbing his face.

“You okay?” Steve asked, sidling around to see his face, and he nodded.

“...yeah,” he mumbled. “I just—I, um,” he cleared his throat, wiping his eyes, and Steve stepped closer.

“You wanna hug,” he asked, just to be sure, and Billy laughed.

“God, yes,” he whispered, and then oofed as Steve yanked him in, squeezing him tight around the shoulders and waist, and nuzzling into the curls at Billy’s neck. “Fuck,” Billy breathed, relaxing against him. “...missed this.”

“You can always have one,” Steve told him, sliding a hand up through the hair at the back of Billy’s head to cup the nape of his neck. “Tell me and I’ll drive out. Just—drop everything. ‘Kay?”

“Shit,” Billy sighed, shakily. “...kinda feel like I’m lying to her, letting her think we’re like...romantic,” he said thickly, “—but this is enough. Right? Fuck. Long’s you don’t get bored.”

“Not gonna get bored,” Steve said, cautiously. “...you, um. You...mean that? Thought maybe you were...y’know, second thoughts. When I saw the tequila shots.”

“No, no, no no no,” Billy mumbled, pushing him back so their faces were a couple inches apart, and Steve could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Uh,” Billy said, wiping his eyes again, and then cupping Steve’s face earnestly with both hands. “Thought I...thought I’d marry somebody...wanted to kiss me,” he slurred, and Steve winced.

“I can kiss you if you want,” he offered, his skin heating feverishly. “If—if you, uh, if you...want me to, I can—at least at the wedding—”

“Nope,” Billy said, brushing his thumbs over Steve’s cheeks, and grinning, a little. “See? You—you’re enough. Somebody...loving me. Loving me that much, you—you’re not too much. You’re just enough, Steve.”

“...I’m...enough?” Steve whispered back, the words hitting him a little harder than he expected. He took a long, shaky breath, staring into Billy’s red-rimmed blue-grey eyes.

“You’re...perfect, perfectly...dumb, perfect...Steve,” Billy stumbled over his words, frowning in concentration, and licked his lips. “You’re ‘nough. Be happy f’rever with my...Steve. You don’t gotta do...anything. Nothing diff’rent. Jus’ right. Not too much.”

“...okay,” Steve whispered back, swallowing. His eyes were stinging, his vision going blurry, and he sniffled, reaching up to rub his nose as Billy’s warm thumbs wiped under his eyelashes.

“M’ so lucky,” Billy mumbled, yanking him into a tight hug again. “Lucky I met you. Lucky you’re...Steve. Thanks, Steve. Don’ change.”

“...sure, man,” Steve choked out, his lungs jerking a little as he tried to breathe. “Love you too,” he whispered, as Billy squeezed him tighter.

#Harringrove #Unrelenting idiocy #Also hugs?#Steve doesn't know he's bi AU #Billy is about to die of gay feels AU

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mollymirror · 3 years

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m o l l y l e n o r a p r e w e t t

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name: molly lenora prewett. pronunciation: maa·lee lehn·aw·r·uh prewet·t. meaning: molly- sea of bitterness, star of the sea, rebellion. lenora- sun’s rays. birthday: october 30th. age: nineteen. pronouns: she & her. sexuality: heterosexual. siblings: fabian prewett, gideon prewett. parents: peter prewett & melody prewett nee macmillan. other family: . languages: english. irish. current residence: arthur weasley’s flat. hometown: galway.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: gryffindor. year of graduation: 1979. occupation: part-time seamstress at twilfitt & tatting. pet: a cat named lavalump, but known as dubby. two pet chickens named cherry cola and nilla wafer. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: elephant. elephants are traditionally considered a symbol of good luck, wisdom, fertility, and protection. the elephant is also associated with offering energies of protection, love, loyalty, and quiet courage. people with elephant patronus are brilliant and often make excellent researchers or scientists. these people have deep emotions and will respond to those feelings from a place of inner knowing. the family is essential to them, especially the very young and the very old. folks with this spirit animal always have a soft spot for the weak and the helpless. loyalty is the elephant patronus’s strong suit, and they remain loyal despite challenging circumstances in all situations. boggart: the idea of her family hurt and her unable to do anything to help. recently, the idea that something could hurt her children, too. amortentia: butterscotch. molly will happily add butterscotch to anything. she is certainly convinced there is nothing better tasting in this wide world. fresh laundry. chores were always something that molly was expected to do, but she was happy to help. laundry fast became her favorite thing to do. she finds folding it to be a good way to calm her nerves. apple. the smell of apples always bring her back to baking or to the orchards that grew not far from the house or eating on a hike or snacking away the afternoon. no matter what, they always bring her back to a happy memory. wand type: 11″ alder wood, unicorn hair, unrelenting. alder is an unyielding wood, yet I have discovered that its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. when an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards. unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the dark arts. they are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. affiliation: neutral.

appearance:

height: 5′3″. hair color: honey russet. eye color: hazel. typical hair style: a loosely curled bob is the most frequent hairstyle that molly sports. the next most frequent is two buns on top of her head. she loves pigtails and plaited pigtails too. she does like to experiment with different ways to wear her hair, though, and likes to use a lot of clips and ribbons. fashion style: molly fashion a good bit of her own clothes. she wears a lot of knits and denim. she prefers things to be in warm colors and has a preference for stripes, overalls, and soft textures. she wears clogs or sneakers most often. molly tends to prefer shorts and skirts to pants. a lot of hand-me-downs have been incorporated and refashioned in her wardrobe, too. she loves to wear baseball caps. overall, she definitely has a bit of a tomboy look. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: molly is perhaps best known for her red hair and remarkably friendly face. her eyes are very kind and she smiles more often than not. she has freckles over her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. she has scars on her elbow from falling out of a tree, on her knee from jumping off a broom, and one on her hand from a baking incident.

personality:

positive traits: genuine. maternal. nurturing. negative traits: anxious. busybody. temperamental. theme song: wildwood flower by the carter family.

headcanons:

when she was still living at home, molly’s room was littered with all sorts of stuffed animals. some hand made. she just loves them they’re so cute and fluffy and cozy. if anyone has ever gotten her one, she doesn’t have the heart to throw it out, and they sit in every available corner of her. they all have names, and the older ones have very defined personalities too. her favorite ones are on her bed. they’re the a-team.

molly has the knowledge of incredible table manners. her mother spent a good deal of time teaching her how to be a polite member of society. however, molly doesn’t always put this knowledge into practice. it’s not that she’s purposefully rude. only that sometimes, her manners are forgotten in favor of elbows on the table. usually she isn’t bothered by anyone else’s manners unless they’re really, really bothersome.

on her own, molly can struggle to fall asleep. her anxiety often gets the better of her if she’s lying quietly in bed for too long. at home, it’s easily solved by putting on records (or if it was too bad the boys would sit with her). at school, she was more like to smoke so that she drifts off quietly. now, she will wait for arthur to come and cuddle with her. once she is asleep, molly sleeps like a rock. there is almost nothing in the world that can disturb or wake her up.

biography:

the prewett family had never been the elite of pureblooded society. more often than not, they hovered somewhere near the middle. with enough influence that they could easily marry into the most ancient and noble house of black, but regarded by many to be less than due to their lax attitude about the strict purity of blood. the macmillan family had been treated little better. the distinction being that the macmillan’s wanted more. when a young melody macmillan expressed her desire to marry peter prewett, her father didn’t approve at first. the couple had to threaten to elope with one another before they finally relented and allowed them a proper ceremony.

they agreed that their family would not be focused on the power of a name, but the love they would share.

fabian came first. gideon wasn’t long after. hand in hand the prewett boys brought light into the world. the old country home was filled with laughter as they learned to talk and play and toddle about. their father often exclaiming that he didn’t know two things so little could cause so much of a ruckus with a hearty laugh. their bliss only grew more with the news that melody was pregnant once again.

molly lenora prewett was born the day before all hallow’s eve. the autumn leaves covered the ground in hues of scarlet and fiery orange. one twin says that it rained all morning the day that their little sister was born; the other twin says that he can remember the sun shining down on them as they waited for news on their mum. the only thing that they agreed on was that molly came in a little pink blanket, she was the loudest thing they’d ever heard, and they loved her entirely.

the young molly knew a life filled with blanket forts tied to every corner of the ceiling, baking pies on sunday evening with her mother, long walks out to the garden to help her father degnome the plots, a brother for each hand, mountains of stuffed animals, and so very many grass stains. it was a life filled with peace. it was a place where molly could be comfortably fearless. even as a little tot, molly recognized that her brothers would run into any fight without a second thought, but it would be a miracle if they remembered to tie their shoes first. it became second nature to care for the more obvious things they missed.

when the twins left for hogwarts, the house was noticeably quieter. molly got bored easily. without any traps to watch out for or presents to find, the suddenly singular girl had to find other avenues to focus her attention. she began to spend more and more time learning from their mother. molly learned to sew, to knit, to bake, and to brew what is universally regarded as a damn fine cup of tea. that time with their mother refined molly. it dulled the edges of her otherwise sharp temper and made her more receptive to where value can be found.

in the blink of an eye, it was her own turn to attend hogwarts. while she’d been nervous, molly wouldn’t let a soul see. fabian and gideon spent the entire night before ‘helping’ her pack her trunk with everything from the potted plant in the kitchen to lavalamp, her sweet kitten. it wasn’t until later that she realized they’d just been trying to distract her from her anxiety keeping her up all night. on the train ride to the castle, she wondered if she’d been in a house with one of them. it would feel weird not to be, but she suspected that she wasn’t quite clever enough to be in ravenclaw. the sorting hat seemed to agree. molly took her seat at the gryffindor table proudly.

molly was successful in school. she always managed to finish her homework and made good marks on her tests. there wasn’t any particular study that she outshined in than others with the sole exception of charms. there was no charm that little molly couldn’t figure out how to cast given enough time to practice. unlike her brothers, molly was perfectly content to stay out of trouble unless provoked. that being said, it was quite easy to provoke her. molly’s temper was legendary.

as the ominous clouds of war gather on the horizon, molly knows where her loyalties lie. her heart is with her family. however, she was never a warrior or soldier. molly held no interest in fighting or battles. she wanted to build a family and home like the one that she’d grown up in. she wanted to make sure that there was something worth fighting for in the end.

then she met arthur weasley. he was perfect. molly had never met a man in equal parts so brave, clever, and kind. she was always shocked to find that he wanted to spend time with her too. the two grew closer and closer. even when he left school, they continued to write. molly would look for simply any excuse to go see him during her breaks. it came as a shock to no one, but her, when he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. there was no other option, but yes, even though molly still wasn’t sure it was a title she deserved.

rather hastily into their relationship, molly realized that something had changed. several things actually. arthur seemed more distant. he disappeared for hours with little explanation. then came her morning sickness. then came a brand new panic. a child? arthur instantly asked her to come live with him, and molly agreed. it has been a few months, but she still has not told anyone else about the situation. not even her family. she barely has the nerve to mention her fears about the hours that arthur comes home. this is what molly had always dreamed about and yet, it felt out of sorts somehow. she isn’t sure what to make of it except to try and make the best of the situation. but how long can she be an island of hope in an unforgiving storm?

#ahintro #;about #;biography #;molly #;inspo

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thestarkerisobvious · 4 years

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a sneak-peak of my WIP that involves Peter Parker as Spider-Man trying to solve the mystery of Demon!Amuduscias who is REALLY Demon!Tony but all Peter knows is he has a BIG crush on Librarian!Tony but is REALLY trying to ignore the fact that his maybe-boyfriend isn’t who he says he is...

...bit number three...

[Peter is talking to his friend Harry, trying to insist that he has lots in common with his new older guy-friend, the Librarian/translator who is also a jazz expert and music-enthusiast, all while coming close to admitting (at least to himself) they really have nothing in common. They also discuss Peter’s weird dream that a building-tall demon Amuduscias (with Tony’s face) cloven hooves, sometimes two horns, sometimes just one (and for some reason that’s worse.) A dick that’s 6 feet tall (oh, it’s THAT kind of dream?) The demon is trying to rob a bank but, get this, he’s trying to NOT destroy the building, “and I’m like, that’s really cool of you guy, but I’m still going to have to stop you, but I can’t stop him.”

“So in your dreams does the Friendly Neighbhorhood Web-dude come and deal with him?”

“Spider-Man? Spider-Man’s no match for him,” Peter grumbled. In the dream, Peter was the same size as Amuduscias’s hand. The same size as his dick.

Harry went on to suggest “those Teenage Mutants deal with it – I hear they have a whole school of them up in whatsis, surely they’re weird enough to deal with these… geek-wizards or whatever.” He laughed it off and began to talk about his girlfriend (soon to be fiancé!) again and Peter stopped listening. He was not interested in the tales of How Harry Is Totally Heterosexual And Will Make His Father Happy, not anymore. He nodded while Harry talked and did what he always did when he was bored these days… he started daydreaming about Tony.

Tony, who could make him come SO HARD he’d pass out (which sounds MUCH better than “I fell asleep during sex”) and sent him into erotic dreams.

But that one dream… no that one he had dreamed at home because he woke up in his bed (wait, didn’t he?) That one dream…

He realized they were in the stone room, this time laying on furs with pillows around, and Peter was GLAD because of all his reoccurring dreams he liked this one best. Tony and he were done with sex and laying close together. Tony had given him something to drink that tastes like honey, with a bite. From a wooden cup. The room smells herbal, not like pot but like something from the kitchen. “Witchesherb, the harvest. Priests are on vows for nine months, this is their respite. They have a month off before the initiates arrive so they can spend a month fucking each other – they are supposed to be gentle with the initiates – but some of the initiates do not want them to be gentle...”

To their left a priest with his robe rucked up to his waist lay on his back while an initiate with long lanky hair rode him. Behind him another priest, taking off his robe, was caressing his back, his sides, his chest.

“This is better than porn, Tony.”

Tony shrugged. “A seed catalog. Tell me if you see anything you like.”

He looked up but saw nothing but men just doing it against a wall. To his left –- oh it’s the curly haired boy he had seen before! And, lucky boy, he had 3 men with him again.

“There are less new initiates every year,” Tony mentioned, nuzzling against Peter’s face. “It makes the initiates happy boys, but I don’t think the order s really doing the math…”

“Oh, is this for me?” he purred, reaching down and stroking Peter awakening cock. “Oh no, no Tony I couldn’t do it again…” Peter protested, grinning because he knew he could.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Tony said with a wicked grin.

“Stay close!” Peter whispered suddenly (god he wished he could be as comfortable among these men as Tony was.) Tony obeyed, bending over and taking Peter into his mouth even as he wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist. Peter closed his eyes and pretended they were alone.

But Peter got close he snuck a peak at the curly-haired boy to his left. One of the older men had gotten tired of waiting and had wandered up, but there was another boy there, a boy with very short hair, who had joined in. As Peter watched the short-haired boy lay on the floor and managed to crawl until he was able to mouth Curley’s cock. The large priest seemed very interested in this development, and soon Curley was moaning louder than ever, with the large priest fucking him from behind as his friend sucked him off at the same time.

Peter closed his eyes… oh he was so close… when suddenly Curley’s moans were muffled. Peter looked up in concern, only to see that Curley now had a third lover as well, another priest was kneeling beside him and kissing him on the mouth. As Peter came he watched the boy melt into this new lover’s arms as he came into his friends mouth, all while being pounded from behind. It looked like heaven.

Tony moaned in appreciation (as he always did) and put his hand to his mouth as he swallowed. Then he gathered Peter up into his arms (as he always did) and held him close. Together they held each other on the stone floor as they watched Curley’s lovers change places. The friend that had been lying on the floor was rising, it seemed he wanted to take a turn from behind. In the meantime the new lover continued to kiss the boy and stroke his curly hair, whispering to him. He held the boy close, even as the younger lover took his place behind. Peter wondered if there were a more lucky boy in the world.

“Would you like that?” Tony asked Peter tenderly as they lay together on the cold stone floor.

“Oh…yeah…” Peter whispered. His eyes were growing heavy. As much as he wanted to watch Curley get pounded a second time he wasn’t sure he could…

“No! No, oh no…” Peter said suddenly, looking back into Tony’s face. For a horrible moment he had forgotten that it all was a dream, and that if he agreed to such an arrangement, he might actually have to…

“No, Tony. No. Only you.” He buried his head in Tony’s neck and held onto the man tight. He couldn’t say why, but he was absolutely positive that, at any moment, one of the priests could come and take him out of Tony’s arms.

Tony shushed him and held him close, singing to him very softly in another language and rocking him back and forth. The spell worked perfectly, and soon they were back on the wood floor of Tony’s tiny apartment listening to the rain gently falling outside.

“Oh, that’s why…” Tony said, looking slightly startled as he looked toward the window. “The rain. It always happens to me when it rains.” Then he looked back at Peter. His smile was angelic. “Beloved, did I frighten you?”

Peter smiled and shook his head. He was exhausted. He was sated. And he was very, very happy.

“Did you see anything that you liked?” Tony asked with a gentle smile.

Peter couldn’t help but smile himself. “Nothing that I would admit to.”

“Oh, no? That curly-haired gentlemen? With his three suitors? One to take him from behind, one to suckle his cock, one to kiss him on the mouth? Would you like three suitors of your own?”

“No,” Peter said, shuddering. The dark, incense-filled room still felt very close. He didn’t want to be taken away from Tony. “No, Tony. Just you. Only you.”

“Oh my sweet, you don’t understand.”

He nuzzled against Peter’s face and whispered directly into his ear.

“They would all be me.”

#this is the last #Demon!Tony #The Voice In The Storm #my WIP

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harlstark · 4 years

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here is an unpublished excerpt from my harley keener centric wip au (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23889949/chapters/57432955) in which harley comes out to pepper. this is unedited.

tags: angst, fluff, coming out, irondad, ironmom, ironson

word count: 1097

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“Don’t worry Harley. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of girls lining up for you in school.” Pepper said innocently, patting his head as she walked by to the kitchen counter.

He laughed awkwardly. Had Tony forgotten he was... That, word? As in not liking girls? Did such a large factor of his life really manage to slip through the man’s mind? Pondering over such circumstance, Harley realized that the possibility of it wasn’t something he should worry over, as the hero had quite a large amount of information—lots of which was excruciatingly stress inducing, constantly on his plate. ‘It’s not his fault. Why should he even care in the first place about who Harley finds interest in?’

Breaking his concentration, said man rested a palm on Harley’s shoulder. “Oh, PG, I forgot there was something I wanted to show you.” He said, guiding the blonde boy out of the kitchen area and down a hallway.

“PG? Where’d you come up with that one.” He asked.

“Potato Gun. That, and the fact that you are the ironic opposite of PG. You swear like a damn sailor, and please, may I remind you, to try and keep that to a minimum once the baby arrives.” Tony requested, hands moving about in the slightest of ways.

‘Right... The baby.’ Harley thought. Of course he was ecstatic for the couple which had taken him in. They were about to be parents! However, that didn’t eradicate his anxiety-riddled feelings—which were then accompanied by guilt, of remembering that as much as they felt like parental figures to him, he wasn’t really their kid. He already felt like a replacement Peter often enough, that waiting for the baby to be born felt like a time bomb ready to end Harley’s existence—at least in his mentor’s heart. That, though, was a topic for another day (never if he had any say in fate).

“So um,” he cleared his throat. “what was it you wanted to show me?”

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get out of Pepper’s earshot. I didn’t tell her kid.”

A confused expression planted itself on Harley’s face. “Tell her what?” He asked.

“When Pep mentioned your destiny to being a lady’s man-“

“She didn’t phrase it that way.”

“Zip zip! When she said what she did, you froze. She doesn’t know you’re not interested in girls, Harls.” The mechanic explained.

‘Oh.’ The boy thought. “You... Remembered?”

It was Tony’s turn then to grow on the perplexed look. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I remember everything about you. Or, well, I try to anyways. My memory can be fuzzy at times.”

“Probably because you’re old.” He retorted, earning a playful slap at his shoulder.

“Anyways,” the man continued with harmless ice to his words, “she doesn’t know because I didn’t tell her. Not my place to. Although I do have to say that if you did tell her, she’d accept you one-hundred percent.”

“H-How do you, how... How do you kn-know?” He questioned, nervous stutter making its appearance. He inwardly cursed himself.

“Well if she did have an issue I really doubt she’d be dating me.” Tony stated.

“What?”

“You know. The whole, dating app thing?” Tony alluded to, but with no avail as Harley remained clueless.

“Men, women, non-binary whatever I could care less. I...” The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not straight either kid. Bi, pan, I-I don’t use a label but I’m not heterosexual. Pepper knows, and she legitimately couldn’t care less.” He explained to the stunned looking teenager.

“H-How come you never told me? I mean if you knew I’m...”

Tony huffed a laugh. “It’s pretty public info kiddo. Figured you already knew.”

“Oh...”

“Yeah ‘oh’.” He mimicked, ruffling the boy’s hair. “I’m not saying you have to tell her, by the way. I’m just saying that, if you want to, I promise it’d go well. It’s up to you who you tell and when. If you need help I’m here for you of course, always, but yeah. Wasn’t my place to tell your story without permission.”

At that, Harley smiled warmly at the man beside him.

“I’ll tell her.” He decided.

“Alright then. I’d wish you luck but you don’t need it.”

“I wanna tell her now.”

Oh. “Now? As in right this moment?”

The blonde nodded. “If I don’t do it now I don’t think I’d ever get the ba-“ Tony gave him a pointed look. “The courage, to do it another time. Can you be there with me?” He requested.

The man’s heart warmed at the inquiry. “Always.”

The two of them made their way back into the kitchen where Pepper had been snacking on some caramel covered raisins—a recent craving of hers.

“Hello boys, what was Tony showing you honey?” She asked, looking up from her Business Weekly magazine and bowl of raisins.

“Um...” Harley looked beside himself to Tony, who gave him a reassuring wink. “I-It’s about you said?”

The strawberry blonde gave a curious look.

“About uh, about girls being i-interested in me. It’s just t-that, I uh, I’m um... It’s just that there’s a l-l-little fact about me with that I kind of just, w...want... When people think abou-about who they see themselves with, u-usually it’s a guy and a girl or a g...girl and a g-guy but I- I’m-“ He couldn’t get the word off his tongue. The one word he had yet to say out loud even to himself. ‘Just say it Harley’ he criticized himself.

“You’re... Gay? Bisexual? Pansexual? Something el-“

“F-First one.” He confirmed, eyes watering slightly.

Pepper walked around the counter and placed her hands on Harley’s shoulders, looking at him with a soft grin before pulling him into a hug. After letting go, she spoke. “In that case, I retract my previous statement. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of boys lining up for you in school.” She said with a teasing wink.

“You can be the prime runner up for the position of genius billionaire playboy philanthropist two-point-oh.” Tony joked from where he stood.

Harley gave a light chuckle. “Ah shut up old man.”

Not even fighting back against the statement, Tony responded with “love ya too kiddo.”

It made them all freeze. Harley looked over at Tony who as staring holes in the back of his tight shut eyelids, which only opened when he felt the warmth of an embrace around his middle. There, Harley had gripped for him in a hug, his head resting upon Tony’s shoulder.

“I love you too.” He said gently. “Both of you.”

#harley keener #irondad and ironson #iron man iii #iron man 3 #iron man #iron lad #ironman #ironlad #iron mom #pepper potts #virginia potts #tony stark #ironmom #ironson #au #fic #fanfic #drabble #coming out

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desperatelyseekingroleplay · 6 years

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Roleplay partners wanted!

My name is Rhys. I am 21 years old, she/her, from the CT, love the color magenta, and own two orange tabbies. I’m looking for partners in my conquest to write! While I can't get responses in every day, I am almost always open to chatter and geeking out about all sorts of things.

I write third person, past/present tense, and paragraph form. I'm a novella-ish writer, and do try to crank out at least four-six paragraphs each time I get a response in. Like previously mentioned, I want to stress that while I can't respond every day, everything I do write is full of TLC! I always want to mention this to partners beforehand, because I know some people would rather do rapid fire responses than one or two a week. My limits are pretty general; toilet stuff is a no-no. I don't like to write out top/bottom stereotypes or "seme/uke" tropes. Beastiality, pedophilia, and the like are icky things I would rather avoid.

I write for all genders, ethnicity, and orientations! I am open to any pairings, and beyond that, varying genres.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/18n3iuj4m9X1hBo9P2IezrKdTfkTrSKt0H34ZP6v3hHs

LIMITS

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No unrealistic stereotypes of queer relationships, please. Yaoi, yuri, seme/uke, etc. Can't do that. Characters need to both have versatile roles; switching, so it's fair for everyone. Though, my characters do tend to be a lot more dominating!

{{Very welcoming of BDSM, dom/sub, but this does not mean someone needs to be penetrated every single time in order for the dom to dominate. Get it? This can also apply to heterosexual relationships. I would literally love to see female characters who top, if you know what I mean. If given the chance, I will definitely have dom!females in bdsm-related situations}}

Furries; blegh, no thanks. Beastiality, nekos, anything of sexual animal-related nature is a no-go, fam.

Vore, scat, bathroom stuff, pedophilia. You know the drill! ((I am not opposed to consensual, legal age and non-reproducing incestuous relationships in FICTION! Sex is fine, just no children resulting from it. Reminder; this is fictional.))

Okay, so despite those few limits, I am actually pretty welcoming of anything else. Smut, of course. Some kink a little out there that you want to suggest? Let's do it, dude. I am open to polyamorous relationships, any queer shit you're willing to throw at me lmao I am super OOC friendly and I am pretty much a garbled mess when I get to know you! I am open to crooked relationships, ones that don't function right, fluff and all cuteness, unconditional love-- my interests fluctuate! I am down, 24/7, guys! Here's a list of fandoms and pairings below.

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**=Craving

Borderlands

Handsome Jack/Rhys

Handsome Jack/Rhys/Nisha

Rhys/Axton

Handsome Jack/Nisha

Fiona/Athena

Fiona/Vaughn

Rhys/Vaughn

Until Dawn

Josh Washington/Chris

Chris/Mike

Jess/Mike

Sam/Beth

Matt/Jess

Emily/Matt/Jess

Life is Strange

Max Caulfield/Chloe Price

Max Caulfield/Kate Marsh/Victoria Chase

Nathan Prescott/Warren Graham

Rachel Amber/Chloe Price**

Rachel Amber/Frank Bowers

Frank Bowers/Damon Merrick**

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd**

Dick Grayson/Koriand'r

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Dick Grayson/Wally West

Oliver Queen/Dinah Lance

Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley

Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

Batman: Telltale Series

Bruce Wayne/John Doe**

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon

Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent

Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent/Selina Kyle

Marvel

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Tony Stark/Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Thor/Bruce Banner**

Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff

Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson**

Gwen Stacy/Peter Parker/Harry Osborn

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson/Vanessa Carlysle

Uncharted

Nathan Drake/Samuel Drake**

Nathan Drake/Harry Flynn**

Chloe Frazer/Nadine Ross

Samuel Drake/Rafe Adler

Game of Thrones

Arya Stark/Gendry Waters

Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell

Daenerys Targaryen/Jon Snow

TTGOT

Asher Forrester/Gwyn Whitehill

Rodrik Forrester/Arthur Glenmore

Mira Forrester/Margaery Tyrell

Gryff Whitehill/Elaena Glenmore

Gared Tuttle/Finn

Gared Tuttle/Josera Snow

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh

Rick Grimes/Negan**

Daryl Dixon/Paul “Jesus” Rovia

TWDG

Luke/Nick

Javier Garcia/David Garcia**

Clementine/Gabriel Garcia

Javier Garcia/Paul “Jesus” Rovia

The Mortal Instruments

Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago

Simon Lewis/Jace Lightwood

Isabelle Lightwood/Lydia Branwell

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane

Infamous: Second Son

Delsin Rowe/Reggie Rowe

Delsin Rowe/Eugene Sims

Delsin Rowe/Hank Daughtry

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Anyone/your dadsona (for the love of god someone give me a good, not cliche john doe dadsona and you will win my heart!! I just want to play a dad lol bring me some great ass ocs)

Far Cry 3

Jason Brody/Vaas Montenegro

The Last of Us

Ellie/Riley

Some basic ideas that I do have pretty big doc ideas for;

A few marine biologists go to an island off the coast to study the marine life there, which in turn, turns out to be something much bigger. (Mermaid/siren prompt!)

Soul mates; it can be like some of those AU’s where you don’t see color until you meet them, your tattooed timer counts down until then, or maybe even soulmates continuously reincarnating and one of the two has killed them for centuries in order to be “immortal”. For the first time, the victimized partner gets close enough that the other begins to fall and they start aging, together.

Character A has an awful time living in the city; alone, and without mom's guidance, completely lost. One day they receive a call about a deceased relative, one they'd never heard of and apparently left their estate and everything in their will to A. With nothing but the clothes on their back, A took a shot and drove out to this presumed "estate", only to find that it's a mansion in a tiny little town with an eerie vibe and populated by the typical small town churchgoers and farm folk. Living in this town was a hell of a challenge; everyone was nice, too nice, and people were missing. Character B is an exceptionally charismatic, charming person and the only mechanic/handyman in town. A and B become friends, partially, when A needs to fix up the piping in their estate. A stumbles upon the attic one day, and for once, they start to get why this whole town reeked to the roots in weird shit-- their deceased relative was tracking something here in this town, having to do with all of the MIA townsfolk. DR has a board of possible suspects, and at the center? B. OSJFODSFHSDJSODFJD!!! Bonus content: B is, in fact, not the murderer, instead a vampire on a mission to track down the monster, same as DR. small towns give me honey moon vibes and I??? am so down for some kinky, albeit eventually fluffy romance between people who are trying to make it work. I actually have a doc for both TBD characters and a location. None of this is set in stone, so please share your thoughts.

A doesn’t have any memories of their life, only being conscious and staring down at a mutilated body in a ditch. When they meet B, they learn why; welcome to limbo, they say. You just died. A has unfinished business; finding out who murdered them, why, and what else is holding them here. B is a reaper intent on helping lost souls pass over-- they were never born, and A shows them the delights of life before it’s taken. B learns to love A, and A doesn’t want to leave limbo. While A’s soul is clinging between realities, B must make a pivotal decision; squeezing tight on the concept of love, and letting A go. (BONUS!! REINCARNATION; A & B ARE GIVEN THE GIFT OF LIVING AGAIN, TOGETHER.)

Coming of age story between two childhood friends who are separated by circumstance, and after ten years, reunite and learn that your first love doesn’t have to be the one that got away.

Two friends drop their whole lives to go on a road trip once they turn thirty-- they elope together, leaving their unhappy lives behind them and in this grand scheme of mental breakdowns and tearful smiles, they find that love may be the only cure to a broken existence.

In a post-apocalyptic world where a pandemic has killed off most living species, Character A is a lone wolf with little to do with other people that don't benefit him, except for a select few. A is especially rough around the edges, as he's lived through some sick shit and lived to tell the tale. A had once been part of a group dedicated to finding a cure, but things went south, and a lot of people died. A had a close bond with the leader of said group, and coincidentally they were the only survivors. Their past together, having been deeply demented and twisted, caused them to fall out. Said leader has rebuilt a new group in the ten years since the last time they'd seen A. Character B is the only known immune person alive, and has dedicated their life to being a resource to finding a cure. A and his (current) contact/partner in crime have something taken from them, and are determined to get it back. They do some searching, and are confronted with this group-- they have what they need, but are only willing to give it to them for a favor in return. No one can outrun their past forever. (Last of Us-inspired!)

An architect/treasure hunter is being funded an expedition to find a lost treasure and they are forced to bring along a reporter in order to receive the funds. the reporter and architect certainly don't get along in the beginning— they bicker, and clash on most fronts. the expedition wasn't meant to be dangerous. what was initially thought to be a simple job turned into something treacherous; bandits, a team of hired hitmen and their leader looking to take the treasure for themselves, and some rather supernatural elements that they both couldn't quite put a finger on. the treasure hunter and the reporter have to work together to get out of this alive, and get to the artifact before someone else does.

..and many more!! Thanks so much! If you've read through, please contact me at [email protected] and mention kiwi somewhere in your email. n_n

Rhys xoxo

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