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makeyoumine69 · 6 months

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Husband!Patrick Bateman having a breeding kink | NSFW HEADCANON

Pairing: Hubby!Patrick Bateman x Shy!Fem!Reader; CW: SMUT, p in v sex, creampie, oral (f), body worship, dirty talk, praise kink, etc. Links: [MASTERLIST].

✔ Patrick Bateman would be the last person to say that parenthood was his thing, but at the same time he couldn't deny that the idea of breeding you was kind of alluring and captivating, even depraved. He always saw you as a shy little girl, and just the thought of claiming you in such an intimate way made his manhood ache. ✔ If you asked him where he preferred to cum, Patrick would always say — inside. Before you two got married, you always took birth control pills since you were not ready to have children, but right after your wedding, Bateman started asking you questions about family, because every time you ran into anyone with kids, he could see your awestruck gaze — which was too eloquent, but once again, you were too timid to tell him about trying for a baby. ✔ Bateman didn't like anything to do with children, you knew that and respected that, until one day he came home from work to find you sitting on the couch with a glass of red wine — your favorite, the sort he would always remember. ✔ With feline grace, Patrick approached your small and attractive frame, which had already become family to him. "What's on your mind, honey?" ✔ You would squeak at his unexpected touch, but then immediately snuggle into his big and warm palm, because you missed him so much. "Oh, I didn't even hear you coming," you would smile, closing your eyes as his thumb gently slid over your lips. "Actually, I was thinking about us..." ✔ "Us?" He repeated, and only now did you notice that he was hiding something behind his back. "I'm intrigued." ✔ Slowly, Bateman walked around the couch and sat down next to you, his expensive perfume immediately enveloping you. ✔ "Uh, nothing serious, really," you tried to joke back, feeling the impending heat cursing through your form as the mere physical contact with his strong body made you feel so weak and small. "I was just thinking that... I'm so happy to be with you..." ✔ You could swear you just noticed his brown eyes gleaming with pure adoration at your words. "It's mutual, darling," Patrick purred, leaning down to kiss you on the lips, cupping your face and tilting it to deepen the kiss. "All day at the office," he gave you both a moment of respite. "I've been thinking about you." ✔ His lips sent you far away from here, his sturdy arms were your keep, when Bateman was around you feared nothing. When he broke the kiss, you felt something soft on your knees, and you couldn't contain your surprise when you looked down and saw a cute, plushy bear. ✔ "Oh my gosh," you grinned and hugged the toy — the sight of your childlike happiness made Bateman's heart flutter. "This is so adorable. Thank you, Patrick." ✔ "You're welcome, (y/n)," he almost whispered in a hoarse voice, his hands still on your waist. "If you like this plushy fellow so much, I can't imagine how our little one would react." ✔ You almost choked on the air, everything you wanted to say stuck in your throat like a lump. ✔ Jesus Christ, did he really mean it? ✔ "Our little one?" You asked him in disbelief. ✔ "Yes, dear," he replied affectionately before taking the toy from your hands as he was about to scoop you up in his arms. "Let's try for a baby so you can give this cuddly toy to our little girl or boy." ✔ "Patrick..." You gasped and wrapped your hands around his strong neck to pull him closer. ✔ And when your mouths clashed again, Patrick registered yours move as a 'yes'. A low guttural sound escaped his broad chest as he felt your legs loop around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom. ✔ Kiss after kiss, touch after touch, you both breathed so hard that the air around you became electric. With a sly grin, he possessively unfastened your silky robe, not wasting a second to nuzzle your collarbone, placing little hickeys here and there, dotting your skin with his marks of love.

✔ "Fuck, you smell so good, sweetheart," he hummed into your ear, removing his shirt along with your robe, leaving you completely naked. "Did you miss me?"

✔ "Yes...mhm," your muffled moan echoed off the walls of the fancy bedroom as his soft fingertips eagerly explored the curves of your body, paying special attention to your hard nipples. "I missed you so much, my love."

✔ "Oh yeah?" His husky voice made you melt like butter on a summer day. "Then show me."

✔ With a shaky breath, you gently took his hand and guided it down between your legs, and when Bateman saw how soaked you were, he couldn't help but chuckle with satisfaction, but the next thing you did drove him completely wild.

✔ A little embarrassed, you brought his long fingers, glistening with your taste, to your lips.

✔ "Such a nasty little girl," he crooned, watching you intently. "So wet for me already."

✔ With that, Patrick grazed your neck, then licked your soft skin and fondled your pretty breasts. Shaking beneath him, you arched your back towards him before lying flat on the bed, opening your legs to present yourself to his lustful gaze and eliciting a loud curse to escape his tensed chest. Bateman hovered over you like a predator catching its prey, pinning you down with his weight as he unzipped his pants, and the next moment he was slowly stroking his hard length, which throbbed painfully in his hand.

✔ "Patrick," you mewled suddenly into his mouth as he attempted to kiss you. "What if...what if it won't work?"

✔ "It will," he reassured you by pecking your cheek. Carefully, he removed the last of his clothes and positioned himself between your splayed legs. "Just don't fucking think about it," Patrick murmured in a comforting tone, while he peppered your inner thigh with little smooches. "It's just you and me," he said, getting closer to your pulsating core with each gentle peck. "Do you trust me?"

✔ Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down at his ruffled hair, flushed face and beautiful hazel eyes. "Of course...of course I do." You nodded and before you knew it, his lips found their way to your throbbing clit, leaving a sensual kiss just below the hooded area. Then, he parted your tender flesh to take your little tip into his heated mouth. "Awww, Patrick!"

✔ An electric shock pierced through your body with each flicker of his delf tongue along your delicate petals, his skilful digits moving in a sync with his mouth as he slurped at your succulent pussy. “Mmhm, I’d never have enough of this.”

✔ Holding you tightly and not letting you close your legs, Bateman returned to his feast, alternately sucking on your bundle of nerves and flicking his wet tongue around it, peering at your beautiful face from time to time, and — the way you frowned in pleasure was like fuel to the fire.

✔ The things Patrick could do with his tongue, his lips and his mouth were as delightful as a sip of water after a hot day, but now you wanted him to take you in the truest sense of that word, you wanted him to ravage you and you wouldn't accept anything less than that.

✔ "Pat-Patrick, please...I need you...I need you inside of me," you pleaded, your hand stroking his brown, messy waves. "I want you."

✔ "Uh, so soon?" Bateman mused against your oozing folds, without stopping to pump his rock-hard dick.

✔ "Yes," you tugged a little harder at his soft hair. "Fuck me."

✔ Patrick hummed in response, allowing himself to tease you a little longer before he got up on his knees and took the nearby pillow to place it under your ass — he lifted you up so easily, his absolute power left you no choice but to surrender to his possession.

✔ Swiftly, Bateman put both of your legs on his broad shoulders, leaving a short trail of quick kisses on your trembling ankle. "I can't wait to see you blossom with maternity." His raspy voice was the only thing that mattered as he aligned himself with your dripping opening and in one powerful thrust plunged his thick cock all the way in, drawing a loud whimper from your dry lips. "Mhm, fuck...you're so tight." ✔ It took Patrick a moment to pull himself together from the way your greedy pussy was clinging to his throbbing dick. With his eyes closed, he gave you a really deep stroke before he pressed your legs closer to his chest as he leaned on his fist, finding the rhythm that would make you lose yourself. There was no way to resist that blissful sensation of being so full, so stretched, so conquered. ✔ "Yes, just like that," he praised you, hammering his strong hips against yours without taking his gaze off of you. The sight was simply incredible — your half-open mouth, your knitted eyebrows, and all of it belonged to him, your every moan, your every gasp. "Take that dick like a good girl you are," Patrick gritted his teeth from the unbearable pleasure of your soft, velvety walls encasing his dick so fucking perfectly. "Fuck, you make me so proud." ✔ "Aahh, you're so big," you cried, closing your eyes and clawing at his hips. "Mmmm, Patrick...Patrick..." ✔ Your pleading made him growl in response, and instead of spanking you or being pretty rough — which he usually preferred — Bateman moved closer to your face and put both of your legs on each of his shoulders again. "Shh, I'm here, babe," he cupped your chin and angled your head to leave a sensual hickey on your jaw. "Look at me, (y/n)," he uttered, slowing down a bit as he felt your inner channel clenching around him too vividly. "Look at me." ✔ Quivering beneath him, you didn't want to test his patience any longer, so you complied, and your eyes finally met. "I'm...I'm close," you swallowed hard at your words, not even recognizing your own voice at first. "I love you...I love you, Patrick!" ✔ Bateman couldn't stop smirking at your declaration of love, but instead of just using words, he quickly pulled out of you, only to turn you on your side to give you some nice and deep backshots. ✔ "I know, honey," he rumbled, grasping your hip for leverage as he rammed into you mercilessly, each thrust accompanied by a nasty slap of his balls. "Tell me...tell me to cum." ✔ Clawing at your knee, you moaned pathetically as Bateman pressed you hard against the sheets, your small frame rocking violently as he fucked you into oblivion. "Cum for me…!" your voice cracked from the imminent orgasm. "Fill me with your seed...and breed me," you wrinkled the pillow underneath you as a white veil covered your vision. Once you felt Patrick convulsing against your body, his strokes became ragged and sloppy. "Yes...y-yes...please!" ✔ "Ah, f-f-fuck!" Your pleas only encouraged him to bury himself as deep as he could, his climax making him weak in the knees. The thought was so fucking astonishing; to spend his fertile cum in your womb, and soon your belly would swell with the fruit of your love. "Good girl...so good for me." ✔ Breathing heavily, he leaned down on you, pressing his sweaty cheek against yours and kissing your earlobe lovingly. Patrick purred some incoherent praises, wrapping one hand around your neck so you could rest your head on it, while another slid down your trembling body. First, he twirled your taut nipple, but then his palm suddenly changed its curse and sneaked between your thighs to rub your swollen clit. ✔ "Patrick...Patrick....a-aaah," you could repeat his name forever, but your own high washed over you like a tidal wave. "Mhmmm!" ✔ Even though you were shaking pretty badly Bateman easily held you securely under his massive body, enjoying the way you orgasmed and feeling so fucking arrogant that every twitch of your delicious body belonged to him.

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entitled-fangirl · 2 months

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Two idiots in love. (P7)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: Life in Jackson doesn't start out great, especially when Joel hears some rather life-altering news about the reader.

Warnings: cursing

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Part 1 and 8

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Finally seeing people without fear was a strange feeling for Y/N.

She held on to Joel as their horse lightly pranced through town behind the others.

But her daydream slowly closed as she felt Joel pulled the reigns to a stop. His hand rose and his voice rang through the street, "Tommy!"

When the man who Y/N figured was Tommy looked up and them and began to approach, Joel immediately dismounted the horse.

They ran to each other and embraced with a laugh from Tommy.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I came here to save you."

The two immediately broke into laughter as they hugged each other once again.

…

The three ate like they had never seen food before.

As much as manners were important in context, they couldn't care less.

"There's more if you need it," Maria muttered.

Joel looked up finally, "Thank you, ma'am. It's been a while since we've had a proper meal."

Ellie nodded, "I don't think I've ever had a proper meal. This is fucking amazing."

"Jesus…" Y/N muttered. She turned to Tommy and Maria, "Sorry. Just… let's mind our manners?"

"Alright. But I want my gun back."

Maria leaned forward, "The kids here aren't armed."

Tommy interfered, "Listen, I think ya'll got off on the wrong foot."

Ellie yelled, "She was gonna have her guys kill us."

"Well," Tommy reasoned, "we gotta be careful who we let in this place. But it's all bark. We're just tryna scare off those who might wanna try us is all."

The tensions were rising.

Joel leaned forward, "Ma'am," he turned to Maria, "We're grateful for your hospitality and all. But it'd be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family."

Tommy's eyes widened just barely, "Well.. uh. Maria is family."

"Oh, shit!" Ellie sighed, "Congrats. Joel… say congrats."

That was the last thing Joel wanted to say.

His jaw clenched, "Congrats."

Y/N stayed silent, going back to her soup.

…

Y/N was the only one in the house when Joel opened the door.

Ellie had left to go to Maria's earlier while Y/N was showering.

And she had appreciated the alone time. After all, she hadn't gotten any in months.

But Joel was panicked and angry when he walked in.

"J…Joel?" Y/N asked.

He threw his gun down on the old dusty couch and let out a shuddered breath.

She dared to approach him, standing it front of the brick wall of a man.

"I just. I need some time, is all." Joel explained.

She nodded, moving to the kitchen to get him a drink.

When she returned with the glass of water, he was now sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. She sat the glass down in front of him carefully, and only when he heard her did he look up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.

"No." He immediately replied.

She nodded again, ready to give him space, but when she moved away, his hand grabbed her wrist. "…Stay. Please."

Joel never says please.

Of course she would grant him this one thing.

She let him pull her to him, her body now resting is his lap.

Her fingers gently played with the scruff on his face and he closed his eyes in thought.

"Do you feel safe here?" Joel asked finally.

She leaned back at his question. "I… I don't know. I don't suppose I know what feeling safe is like anymore."

"Are you scared here, then?"

She let out a chuckle, "I'm always scared, Joel."

His eyes opened to look at her in confusion, "Even with me?"

Her silence told him enough.

"This isn't the place for us, Y/N."

She tilted her head, "Here? …with Tommy?"

He nodded, "We're leaving in the morning. We can't stay here. I can't stay here. Too crowded."

She let them sit in the silence before she let out a small, "Okay."

He let his lips pull into the smallest of smiles, running his fingers through her hair, "Was too mad when I walked in, I didn't even tell you how pretty ya look."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed. Her hair was still wet, and her clothing was a bit tighter than she would've liked but it was all they had. "You don't have to lie to me, Miller."

He laughed, "I'm serious, sweet girl." His fingers grazed her cheek. "I think you're beautiful."

She placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He pulled away with a smile, "Is that…" he sniffed her hair, "Coconut?"

She laughed, hitting his chest lightly, "You're ruining the moment."

He shrugged, "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. Haven't smelled that since…." He stopped.

Y/N couldn't sit there watching him relive memories, so she got up from his lap quickly. "Maria left you an outfit for when you're ready to change-"

"-What if I can't do it?"

She paused, "Do what, Joel?"

"Give you a family."

She took a step back, "W…what?"

He was deep in his thoughts. She could only tell by the way his eyes never met hers. "I had my chance, and I messed it up. My one chance at a family. Kids. I'm getting old, sweet girl. And there's no place to raise a child anytime soon. I think… by the time it could even be close to safe enough for you, we'll have missed our chance."

She was still shocked, not quite understanding him, "Do you… do you think that's what I want from you?"

He just nodded as his eyes finally met hers.

"No, Joel. I don't want a family. I fucked mine up, too. I could never… be a mother-"

"-Hey, don't say that-"

"-Let me finish, Joel." She huffed. "I'm not who I used to be. And…" She sighed, "It can't happen again."

He leaned back in thought, "What do you mean?"

"When I had Cam… they said it was a miracle that he made it. My anemia… I barely got us through. And I was in my prime, Joel. I don't want a family. I don't want... a fancy house with a wrap-around porch, or a car with real gas in it," she smiled, walking back towards him. She found her place on his lap once more, "I just want you, Joel Miller. Do you think maybe I could at least have that?"

His eyes studied her face in thought.

She took that as a sign and leaned in to connect their lips once more.

But he didn't reciprocate. She felt him stiffen as his grip tightened around her.

She leaned back with a worried gaze.

"Get up…" he murmured.

She leaned down slightly to catch his eye-line. "What, Joel?"

"Get up!" He suddenly yelled.

Her body involuntarily jumped up in fright.

He stood, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. His voice was rushed and desperate. She knew he was having a panic attack. "I'm sorry, sweet girl. I can't give you a good life. You don't deserve this. I can't keep dragging you around."

"Stop. You're not dragging me, Joel. Just stay."

"No!" He demanded, "I… I have to go think."

The door slammed behind him as Y/N let out a frustrated sigh.

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"I shouldn't have said what I said," Tommy reasoned to Joel in the shop. "I know you're happy for me. It's just… complicated for you. I'm sorry."

Joel stared at the ground in frustration.

Tommy leaned against the table in front of him, "Can I ask about her?"

"About who?"

"The woman."

Joel's jaw clenched slightly, but he couldn't deny his brother. "Y/N. She-"

"Y/N?" Tommy interrupted. "Tess' sister?"

"Yeah?"

"Wow," Tommy sighed, "Didn't think you'd get her to stick around. Been what? 5 years?"

"6 1/2 now."

Tommy nodded, "And… is she…?"

Joel frowned, "Is she what?"

"Is she yours, Joel?"

The older brother leaned forward on his stool, "What difference does it make?"

Tommy looked up with a sigh, "I have some… information. About her. I can keep it forever and let you continue to live with no knowledge, or I can tell you now and let you decide what to do with it."

"What kind of information?"

"Do you want to know or not, Joel?"

Joel let out a sigh of thought. Right when he thought he knew everything about that girl, she continued to be an enigma.

"Just tell me."

Tommy nodded, "Well.. this isn't… easy stuff to hear by any means…"

"Spit it out, Tommy."

"Alright, Jesus," Tommy exclaimed. "Y/N's family is here. In Jackson."

Joel's face dropped. "What? What family?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "A father and his boy. The boy is probably… I don't know… 20?"

Cam.

Oh, god. Cam was in Jackson after all this time.

"Are you sure?"

"Joel. I'm telling you what I know. A few years ago, this man came in with the boy. They're blood-related. I asked. Said they were father and son. Long story short, I'm friends with the man. I got him drunk one evening and he told me about this girl he knocked up in high school. I didn't connect everything he told me to Y/N until I saw her earlier today. So, for your sake, I hope I'm wrong."

"What's the boy's name?"

"Joel, c'mon."

"The. Name. Tommy."

Tommy sighed, "Cameron."

Jesus Christ.

"Alright." Joel nodded. "When are you gonna tell the others?"

"Hey," Tommy stepped back with his hands up, "This is none of my business. I'm leaving this shit with you. Whatever you two have is entirely yours, alright? If you wanna tell her, be my guest. If not, no one will know. Okay?"

Joel scoffed, "Why wouldn't I tell a mother her child is alive, Tommy? What the fuck?"

"I thought that too, at first. But, you tell Y/N, and suddenly she has a family. A husband and a kid. And you and Ellie are replaced."

Joel's teeth began to hurt from his clenched jaw.

"Now, if it was me," Tommy continued, "It would hurt to tell Maria, but I'd do it if I knew it would guarantee her happiness. But you're not me, Joel. And honestly, this is the last chance you'll ever get at a family. The ball is in your court now."

The tension in the room was becoming unbearable.

Joel hadn't considered this outcome at all. If Cam was alive, how did he get here? And how did the father find him? What if Tommy is wrong, and he could get Y/N's hopes up only to drag her back down into what she was when he was taken the first time. He had an important decision to think on. But he couldn't. So, he changed the subject.

"This ride to the University, is it a suicide mission?"

"No. Not for you. We've had people go out there and come back. What is this, Joel?"

"Ellie is immune."

"What?"

"The girl is immune."

Tommy pulled out a stool and sat in front of Joel, "From the beginning."

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partycatty · 3 months

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we back with another request⁉️

can be old or young (mk11 or mk1) johnny your pick, but what if fem!reader and johnny are sparring (likely in private, but if they wanna be risky go ahead) and reader is losing.

sooo, she flashes him her titties as a distraction and ends up getting him pinned. you can turn it into smut or end it there, your pick

love your writing 💙💙

DEAR GOD YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT ALL THE TIME ILY, i had a SLIIIIGHTLY different image for this so HEAR ME OUT

johnny cage > eyes on the prize

warnings: Oh, these? My boobies? My massive fucking titties? My super stuffed milkies? My honker bonker doinky boinkies? My fucking fabric stretching wind flapping gravity welling sex mounds? You mean these super duper ultra hyper god damn motherfucking tits?

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after the time merger, your boss seems uneasy seeing his younger self parade around the compound like he owns the place. you're unfortunately put up to the task as babysitting him.

"private," the older counterpart summons you to the center of the room. "keep an eye on him for me, yeah? he's... well, he's me, and i don't trust him one bit." you both glance over to younger johnny, who is kicking his feet up and browsing IMDB - his own page, to be specific - with no regard for authority. you nod and walk off, approaching the younger star who doesn't notice you at first.

"mr. cage," you try to get his attention, leaning down to his level as he sits. johnny tears his eyes away from the screen to catch a good look at you in your uniform, pulling his sunglasses down his hooked nose. "captain cage requested i accompany you around the compound for safety as the time merge is figured out."

"oh, i'll follow you anywhere, beautiful," he replies smoothly, clicking and winking up at you. your face heats up, this is your... almost-boss. this version wasn't with sonya, doesn't have a kid. a part of you wonders if your present johnny also finds you attractive if this is how his younger version behaves. you'd always found him hot, but that was something you kept to yourself for the sake of his family and your career.

johnny snaps in your face with a twisted expression. "hey, since you're here, the future sucks! i've been here for an hour and i haven't seen one jetpack. not one!" he holds a finger in your face, and you can't help but stare down at him in bewilderment. how did this man become the captain of the special forces??

his complaints sprout an idea, as you try to divert his annoyance. "the special forces compound contains plenty of advanced technology. would you care for a tour?" you suggest politely, gesturing out of the room.

johnny seems intrigued by your offer, willing to follow you around like a dog if it meant getting a good view of your ass the whole way. it's your figure that intrigues him the most.

"older me was a dumbass for not tappin' this," johnny very loudly exclaims as you two walk down a hallway, making you pinch the bridge of your nose. "i might have to alter my destiny... there's no way you fight with a pretty body like that."

"the members of S.F. are put through extensive physical training and discipline. i can fight, mr. cage," you reply curtly, not all too impressed by his catcalling, though his boldness amuses you.

"yeah?" he asks playfully, jogging in front of you to walk backwards as he glares at you through his shades. "care to prove it? you lose, you give me your number."

"and if you lose?" you question, crossing your arms.

"then i give you my number." jesus, he was dumb. hot, but dumb. it was impossibly hard to remain professional in front of him. you entertain his bait and open a side door that led to the garage. it was spacious and full of various tools, vehicles and weapons. the crew often met there for mass debriefs and announcements, but served as a perfect sparring location.

"you're on, dollface," johnny sneers, readying himself with an overdramatic flourished war cry. "but first, no handicaps. take all that off." he waves at your vest and various equipment strapped to you. you shake your head and sigh, readying your own pose after shrugging the extremities off and kicking them to the side. it was johnny in his coat giving you a delicious view of his chest, and you in your skin-tight underclothes. you figured regardless you'd have an advantage against johnny considering you were familiar with his fighting style, but his strength outmatched you easily. he was twice your size in muscle, after all. didn't really matter just how much studying you put into his mannerisms in combat.

his powers proved to be a significant advantage as well, doubling his strikes when most humans could only land one in the time it took. each punch you threw was parried embarrassingly easily, and each kick was matched with an even swifter swing.

despite being military trained, you couldn't help but find the fight fun. johnny would grab hold of you and spin you around, as if you were dancing, or flash one of his signature smiles at you when he felt more in charge. he'd cackle when you made a fool of yourself, swinging at nothing.

one of his backflip kicks infused with his powers knocked you straight on your ass, and johnny towers over you with a devilish grin. his legs are spread, with you on the floor between them as you catch your breath.

"do you yield, sweet thing?" he asks, bending forward to hover his face over yours. you cringe, holding your side as you try to get up, but johnny just places his boot on your chest. "you were all bark and no bite, sweetheart."

as you regain your composure, thoroughly displeased with the outcome of the battle, you get an absolutely evil idea.

"how about you get a bite of these?" you ask, smirking. your fingers find the hem of your shirt and pull upward, revealing your bra and your breasts spilling from the fabric as you lay on your back. the chill of the room defines the shape of your nipples through the bra, and johnny's eyes fixate - hard. his sunglasses comically slide down his nose and clatter to the floor, his puppy eyes wide and wanting at the sight of your barely clothed chest.

when you know for a fact he's transfixed, you swat his foot off of your chest and curl your body before placing a hard upward kick into his balls, making him yell out and stumble backward.

you stand up and brush yourself off, beaming at the actor for besting him at his own shallow game.

"you - ngh -" johnny whines and clutches his crotch, pointing a finger at you accusingly. "i yield."

you shrug innocently, reaching a hand out to him considering your positions were now fully swapped. "gotta keep your eyes on the prize, cage."

you hoist him up with a grunt, patting his shoulder.

"oh, believe me," he breathlessly chuckles. "i was." he smiles crookedly.

...did you just flash your soon-to-be-boss? is this gonna alter the timeline...?

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months

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Eddie, not realizing he's into men, not even when Steve Harrington took his shirt off. . .did it blow his mind? Yes. Did it realize what it meant? No. No, it was after everything, and Eddie was lying in his hospital bed, bored out of his mind. Well, at least he had this giant ass can of pretzels that Steve had bought for him. He had told Steve he liked them, and the man had run with it. The TV was busted, so there was nothing to do but watch Steve Harrington sleep.

He looked so peaceful, stretched out in the hospital chair with his head tilted back. Eddie observed how straight his nose was, pointing towards his perfectly pouty lips. He wasn't sure why, but he had the sudden urge to drag the tip of his finger down his nose until it reached his lips. Why did Eddie have the sudden urge to sit on that nose, too? Eddie scowled and shook his head, unsure of why this man's features bothered him so much that he wanted to squish his nose with his ass. There was another voice, buried deep inside of him and screaming at him: THAT'S NOT WHY YOU WANT TO FUCKING SIT ON HIS FACE!

Eddie pushed that voice back and grew annoyed that Steve wasn't wake to entertain him. He stared at the sleeping jock and then looked at the can of pretzels before grinning wickedly. He dug a pretzel out of the can and launched it at him. He watched in awe as Steve raised up and caught the pretzel in his mouth. . .all without opening his eyes. Steve chewed for a moment, swallowed, and opened his eyes.

"I fucking knew you would do that," Steve said.

"How?!" Eddie asked.

"Because I figured that Dustin had to pick it up from somewhere," Steve said. "Yeah, thanks for teaching our kid bad habits. I really love it when he throws pretzels at me when I'm trying to drive."

Our kid. Our kid. Our kid.

"Bullshit. You can't do that again," Eddie scowled.

Steve leaned back, smirked, and closed his eyes.

"Give it to me, Munson," Steve smirked.

Eddie's brain went all fuzzy for a moment before he shook his head and chucked another pretzel at him. Steve rose up again and caught it in his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and opened his eyes. He winked at Eddie.

"Jesus H Christ, what else can you do with that mouth?" Eddie asked.

Steve stared at him, his eyes growing dark as his cheeks turned pink.

"Are you flirting with me, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"What?! No! You're flirting with me!" Eddie exclaimed in an accusatory tone.

"I have been, thanks for finally noticing," Steve said.

"You like guys? Wait, you like me?" Eddie asked.

"Guys, girls," Steve said with a grin. "What about you?"

"Girls," Eddie said quickly.

"Oh," Steve said, his face falling. "I thought with the hanky. . .oh, fuck, I am a goddamn idiot. That's what you get for making assumptions, Harrington. Look, man, I'm sorry. I kind of assumed with the hanky and the rumors that I shouldn't have listened to you, but I've had like a crush on you since, like freshman year, and I wanted the rumors to be true. Jesus, I sound like Robin. I just feel like I can be a complete dork with you, something other people never really liked about me, and I just feel comfortable with you. . ."

"STEVE! SHUT THE HELL UP!" Eddie exclaimed, breathing deeply as he stared at him in realization.

"Right, sorry," Steve said sheepishly. "I'll just leave now."

"Come here," Eddie said softly.

Steve shuffled forward, looking at him wearily.

"Closer."

Steve moved closer to the bed and to Eddie.

"Closer."

Steve’s legs were now pressed up against the bars of the bed.

"Closer."

Steve sat down on the edge of the mattress as Eddie pushed the bars down. Eddie placed his hands on Steve’s hips.

"I've flirted with guys before, mostly assholes who thought less of me because it was safer to do that than to admit the truth and to flirt with people who actually gave a damn about me. I've always thought that when I flirted with guys that it didn't mean anything, especially since I didn't want those jerks to be right about me before I knew it, but flirting with them and thinking it meant nothing, was just me being a coward and running from the truth," Eddie said. "And watching you stand here, admitting the truth about me. . . It's some of the bravest shit I've ever seen. You make me want to be brave, Steve Harrington, and when I look at you. . .I don't want to run away anymore, which scares the shit out of me. . .kiss me."

Steve leaned forward and captured Eddie's lips with his. Eddie moved gently at first, enjoying the way Steve’s lips felt. . .the way he tasted. The kiss soon turned urgent with a sense of gleeful eagerness. Steve pulled away with a gasp, laughing, and kissed his nose.

"Don't overdo it," Steve said.

"I'm sorry, I yelled at you. It's just . . . I had my crisis in the middle of your speech," Eddie said and Steve laughed.

"You're cute," he said fondly.

Eddie stared at his perfectly pink lips and then looked at the can.

"This is going to sound weird, but. . .can I feed you?" Eddie asked.

"Sure," he said.

Eddie giggled and pushed a pretzel in between his lips. Steve grimaced.

"What was that face?" Eddie asked.

"What face?"

"The face you just made."

"My face?"

"Yes, your face."

"Oh, it's nothing," Steve said.

"Are you really going to start our relationship off on a lie?" Eddie asked.

"Fine. I don't like pretzels," Steve said.

"Why did you let me feed you?!" Eddie asked.

"You're really cute."

Eddie kissed him despite the fact that Steve’s taste in men was questionable, as was his taste in snack foods. Who the fuck doesn't like pretzels?!

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careful what you wish for: halloween special // colby brock

A/N: i've been asked countless times over for a sequel to the sequel and so... here's what i got for you: choose your own adventure ! will you choose vampire!sam or demon!colby? or maybe you'll indulge yourself with both fics. either way, your night is gonna be very busy ;) happy halloween ! hope you enjoy.

prompt: you really wished that sam and colby would come back after not seeing them for a while. and on halloween night, colby decides to pay you a visit that was worth the wait. || demon!colby x reader

trigger warning: DEAR LORD SMUT, surprisingly colby is nice to you... but only for so long lol, supernatural powers, you are controlled by colby but you agreed to it, mutual masturbation, vibrator usage, lots of dirty talking, cum swallowing (but no oral), spitting in mouth, lots of commands, cursing, rough sex, "bondage", mentions of: princess, baby, sweetheart, plaything, unlike the other fic sam's not dead... he's just scaring trick-or-treaters lol

word count: 2903

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You had longed for Sam and Colby to return to you. It was hard to believe that statement was true, since you had hated them for such a long time. But you soon realized that you couldn't help but want them around. It had been a while since you last saw them, and you were itching to see them again; for them to bring you pleasure like before. The worse thing about them is no matter how much you yearned for them, they only came around when they wanted to.

But it seemed like they planned on coming by soon.

They always liked to leave you clues that they were near. Colby recently had started showing up in your dreams. And at first, you thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you. But then, he started speaking to you in your dreams, doing things that clearly meant he was the one in control, not you.

The latest dream you had about him had you tied down to the bed. Colby stared down at you, his eyes filled with lust. He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered lowly, "Soon, princess." And then you woke up.

You hated his teasing. But in a sick and twisted way, you loved it too.

On Halloween night, you decided to turn in early and get ready for bed. You showered, changed into some comfy pjs, and laid down. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, when suddenly you could feel a presence in your room.

You opened your eyes, peering around, but didn't see anything. You turned over, laying down on your back. You closed your eyes again, relaxing into your bed.

“Trick-or-treat.” Colby’s voice spoke.

Your eyes sprung open, a gasp leaving your mouth. You stared up at him, his body looming over yours. "Jesus, Colby! You scared me."

He laughed, pulling himself away. “My apologies. There's no subtle way to wake you up, especially if I'm sneaking into your room.”

You huffed, sitting up. “You could just... not do that.”

“And what, use the front door? Where's the fun in that?” Colby scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, turning on the light. “Where's Sam?”

“He's out scaring kids.” He deadpanned.

You exhaled. “What?”

“I told you before, that man is sick in the head. So, I decided to pay you a visit to pass the time. What did you dress up as for Halloween?” Colby asked, sitting down in a chair at the end of your bed.

“Nothing. I didn't go out this year.” You answered.

“Lame. And yet... you're still so sexy.” His eyes narrowed, dancing across your body.

“Right, because my basic pjs are sexy.” You blinked.

“When on you? Of course.” His voice suddenly changed to a slight mischievous tone, “Would you like to know something special about tonight?”

“What?” You questioned.

He leaned forward in the chair. “On Halloween... my powers are at their strongest.”

You felt your heart skip a beat for a moment, “Really?”

“Oh yeah. I already have decently strong abilities, but Halloween just brings them out more.” He commented, “I basically could make you do whatever I want you to.”

“Can't you already do that?” You jested.

“Sure, but the difference is now I could make you do it without even realizing it. But I think it would be more fun if you allowed me to take control.” Colby turned his head slightly, catching your eye, “Don't you want that?”

"I..." Your voice trailed off, unsure how to answer.

“C'mon, princess. I know it's been a while since you've let off some steam.” His voice dropped low, slightly above a whisper. “When was the last time you touched yourself?”

"It's been... a minute." You admitted.

“Well, why don't you do that for me?” His voice was dripping in sweetness.

You swallowed hard, “I don't think I-”

Colby cut you off, his tone calm, “Let me take control, just for tonight. You don't have to make a single decision; or think for that matter. Let me take over your body.”

He gazed into your eyes deeply, your mind becoming foggy. You couldn't say it out loud, but the idea of him taking control had an effect on you already. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second. You hummed, nodding your head. And Colby smiled lightly.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them once more. "Take your clothes off."

You felt your body move without you telling it to, your hands reaching down to the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, your breasts exposed. You stood up, and you slid your shorts and panties off. You were completely naked and vulnerable.

His eyes snaked up and down your body. “Beautiful... Do you have any toys?”

“Toys?” Your voice trembled.

“How do you get yourself off when me and Sam aren't around?” He asked sincerely.

“I have a vibrator.” You confirmed.

“Get it out.” He stated.

You yanked open your side table drawer, pulling out a little vibrator.

He chuckled, “Isn't that a cute color... Come over here, baby.”

You stepped slowly towards Colby, stopping directly in front of him.

Colby placed his hands on your hips, rubbing them gently. “How are you feeling so far?”

“Honestly... I'm kinda freaking out. This is very weird.” You spoke truthfully.

He glanced down at your sex, and back up at you. "And yet, you're turned on too. I can see how wet you.”

Your breath hitched. “Mhmm.”

“Do you want to keep going?” He inquired.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“If you want to stop, just say so. I'll respect your wishes.” He responded.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You're being weirdly nice to me.”

He shook his head, “I'm a demon, Y/N. Not a monster.”

Colby cupped your face, his eyes trailing all over your body. His other hand drifted down your torso, tracing lines across your skin. You closed your eyes, your body shuddering at his touch.

He lightly pushed your chin up, making you lock eyes with him once more. "On your knees, princess."

You bit your lip, praying that that would hold back the moan you wanted to release. You dropped to your knees slowly.

Colby smirked down at you. “I didn't even have to command you that time.”

You blushed, not even realizing he didn't force you.

You were in so deep, you couldn't help it.

“Start playing with yourself like you normally would.” He ordered suddenly.

The rush of fear and excitement coursed through you. Your hands moved automatically, placing the vibrator against your clit and turning it on to the lowest setting. The moment the vibrations tingled on your clit, the realization that you had no control over what you were doing hit you hard. Colby could make you do anything to your body right now, and you had no way to stop him.

Sure, you could tell him to stop. But... did you actually want him to was the real question.

Colby’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Look me in the eyes while you play with yourself.”

Your eyes glued to his instantly, your pussy throbbed at just his look. Colby leaned back in his chair, getting a full view of you. You let out the tiniest moan, your eyes fluttering at the sensation of the vibrator.

He licked his lips, “Turn it up higher.”

You did as you were told, a whimper falling from your lips. The vibrator grew more intense, your pleasure settling in low in your belly.

His face was puzzled. “Are you always this quiet when you touch yourself?”

“I-I do have neighbors.” You stuttered.

He rolled his eyes, “Who cares about your fucking neighbors? You're being too nice for their benefit. Be as loud as you want.”

You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes. You moaned softly, grinding your hips into the vibrator.

"You don't know how sexy you look on your knees for me, princess." Colby hissed, grabbing his growing bulge, and rubbing himself through his jeans. "I could sit here and watch you all day play with yourself."

Your eyes glanced down at his crotch, the idea of his hard cock making your mouth water.

“Would you like that? Being my little plaything, just touching herself for hours? Be honest.” He dictated.

“I-I would love it.” You confessed.

“I know you would, sweetheart.” He leaned in close, his eyes never breaking contact. “You're always gonna be my little plaything. My good girl. Every time you touch yourself, you're gonna say my name. Isn't that right?”

“Yesssss.” You mewled.

“Good girl. And just for that, you deserve a little present.” Colby remarked smugly.

You furrowed your brows for a second, and then suddenly you felt two fingers slide inside of you. You trembled at the feeling, confused as to how that was happening.

“Oh my God!” You helplessly shouted.

“I know you like having me inside of you, and I figure this will help you out just a bit.” He teased.

The fingers curled inside of you, making your voice tremble. “Colby, fuck! H-how-?”

“It's magic, princess,” he laughed. “Let me get a little bit more comfortable.”

He tossed his shirt off his body and unbuckled his jeans. He reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock, jerking himself off slowly. “I'm gonna touch myself as I watch you touch yourself. You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.”

You bit your lip hard, moving faster against the vibrator. The fingers inside of you thrusted faster, making your thighs shake in pleasure.

“Turn it up higher, sweetheart.” Colby bossed.

You turned it up to the highest setting, your cunt quivering as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, Colby. Oh God, that feels so good!” You purred.

“Stare at my cock, Y/N. Watch me jerk off. Look how hard you make me.” He grunted roughly.

You watched Colby's hand move up and down on his shaft, his member leaking with precum already. It took everything in you not to reach over and take his dick into your mouth.

You weren't allowed to suck him, but that's all you could think about doing. That, and rubbing your clit.

He bit his lip hard. “Getting close, baby?”

You nodded desperately. “Yeaahhh.”

“You want me so badly, don't you?” Colby taunted.

“Mhmm.” You whined, pushing the vibrator against you harder.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers faster. Rub yourself harder.” He ordered firmly.

You sped up your pace, the fingers inside of you doing the same. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure growing higher and higher. You could feel your body getting so close to the edge.

Colby's hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes bursting open as he closed the space between the two of you. He stared down into your eyes, still jerking himself off.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded.

Your lips popped open. Suddenly, Colby's spit landed on your tongue, surprising you. Arousal shot down your spine, your back arching.

He blinked, his eyes looking into yours. “Swallow.”

You closed your mouth, doing as you were told. Feeling his saliva slide down your throat made you hit your edge, your body gyrating against the invisible fingers and vibrator wantonly.

Colby added more pressure to your throat, squeezing hard enough to make you see stars for a second. "Princess..."

You begged breathlessly, “I'm so close, please....”

“Okay, baby.” Colby’s eyes turned black for a split second, “Come for me.”

Your body exploded in pleasure, your wails echoing off the walls of your room. Colby grinned down at you, relishing in your orgasm. "That's it, good girl. I know, baby. It's so good. Just come as long as you can."

You could feel your juices soak your vibrator and thighs, your body trembling until you finally could relax. The fingers disappeared and you were able to turn off your vibrator.

Colby pushed forward in his seat, jacking himself off faster and faster, his cock right in front of your face. “I'm so close, princess. Do you want to taste me?”

You mumbled a plea, still so high from your orgasm. “Yes. Please Colby?”

“Stick your tongue out.” He barked.

Your tongue fell out of your mouth. His swollen cock grew closer to your face, his tip inches away from your tongue.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm coming!" His cum shot out, spilling all over your tongue. It dripped down your chin and onto your chest as Colby grunted passionately.

When he finally stopped, he fell back against his chair. You swallowed the cum on your tongue, your body buzzing in ecstasy.

Colby exhaled deeply. “Baby, you ready for more?”

You nodded your head, smiling. He smirked, and within a blink of an eye you were on your bed. Colby hovered over you, gazing into your eyes. He moved your hands above your head, dragging them slowly. “Don't move them.”

You felt your hands freeze in place, and you tried to move but found you couldn't.

He bossed, edging your hips to the side of the bed as your legs hung over. “Spread your legs.”

Your legs opened immediately, Colby chuckling darkly. “I could get used to this.”

"No fair." You pouted.

“Don't frown, princess. It’s only for tonight…” He whispered huskily.

He lined himself up and slid inside of you instantly. You both groaned in unison at the feeling. You felt yourself squeeze around him, his hips shuddering as you did.

“God, baby.... You feel so fucking good. I missed being inside of you.” He moaned; his body pressed tightly against yours.

“F-fuck, Colby, please move.” You whimpered, wanting to touch him.

“I know I was gentle with you, and that was all fun and nice. But now...” His voice dropped, “I don't want to be.”

He pulled back and slammed himself deep into you, your body jolting with the movement. Your breath hitched, Colby keeping that pace.

“See, you deserve this, princess. You deserve to be fucked hard by me. And only me.” He grunted.

You shook with each thrust, voice faltering from the pleasure. “Yeaahhh.”

“You're mine forever, princess. No one can come between us.” He insisted.

“Colby, oh fuck-!” You cursed.

He gripped your hips tightly, ramming into you. “Sam can't do you like this, can he?”

You stuttered, “N-no.”

His voice was hoarse, pleasure dripping from every word. “I'm so much better than him. You want me more, don't you?”

“Yessss, fuck yes.” You sighed happily.

"Of course I'm better than him. I can make you come without even touching you. Like this," Colby bent down, his eyes meeting yours. "Come."

An orgasm ripped through you without warning, a high pitched cry leaving your lips loudly. Colby growled as he fucked you through your orgasm, "That's it, princess. Squeeze my cock harder."

You fucked yourself on his dick, gripping the blanket above your head. Your breath was labored even as your high lowered steadily. A light sheen of sweat glistened across your skin, your body feeling hot all over.

“Holy fuck, Colby! What the fuck was that?” You gasped, not able to catch your breath.

“Just me proving I'm better,” he replied smugly. “Don't you agree?”

You nodded your head thoughtlessly. “Yes, you're so much better.”

“That's fucking right.” He reached his hand down, holding your neck down against the bed. His hips moved faster, jackhammering into you hastily. You could feel yourself growing closer to another orgasm, your pussy ultra-sensitive.

“You want me to fill you up? Breed this cunt of yours?” Colby growled.

Your cunt pulsed at his words. You whined, unable to speak.

He choked out a laugh at your reaction, “You dream of being filled with my cum. I know you do. Admit it.”

You were depraved, “I want you to fill me with your cum!”

“God, fuck yes princess! I'm gonna explode inside of you, paint your fucking walls.” He gritted his teeth, his thrusts picking up speed.

“I'm so close, Colby!” You shouted, shaking against his hold.

“That's right baby, come for me again. Come for me hard.” He commanded.

You erupted in ecstasy as you came again. You screamed out, only able to say his name over and over again. Your pussy gushed around his cock, juices leaking down your inner thighs. He pounded into you harder and deeper until meeting his own end. He roared, his eyes turning black as he came deep inside of you.

He collapsed on top of you, pushing your body into the bed. You felt your hands being released from their invisible chains, able to move again. You slid your arms around Colby, sliding your hands up his back softly.

He pulled himself up, his face close to yours. His eyes were back to their original icy blue. You traced your fingers around his horns, surprised by how smooth they were. He leaned down quickly, kissing your lips softly.

“Did I miss anything?” Sam’s voice rang out suddenly.

You both turned towards Sam, his hand deep in a trick-or-treat bag.

“Did you steal that from a kid?” Colby questioned.

“Yes. He was mocking my people with his absolutely ugly-ass costume.” Sam spat.

Colby raised an eyebrow, his voice monotone. “Did you kill him?”

“No. But I did scare him shitless.” Sam beamed.

Colby turned back to you, exhaling. “I told you... he's crazy.”

Part 1 || Part 2 || Sam's Part >>

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

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Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

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aihoshiino · 4 months

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chapter 136 thoughts

before i get into the sad stuff i need to say that ai eating ice cream with her head empty no thoughts expression blasted ten hundred million billion tons of dopamine directly into my brain. thank you.

This chapter is interesting for a lot of reasons but I will say up front that I'm really glad the story is taking the time to humanize Nino and to flesh out the absolute mess that are her feelings towards Ai. I was really excited when she entered the story because I had always wanted to know more about the 45510 narrator (which this chapter basically unambiguously confirms even more strongly than before — we get the 45510 drop again!) but I was worried after meeting the real Nino that she would be painted as a black and white villain. Through Kana's empathy for her and the movie's portrayal of her though, we get to see her as just a normal person.

Because like… I'm gonna be honest, I feel so deeply sorry for Nino! Like, Jesus Christ, don't forget that she was anywhere between twelve and sixteen when all this was happening. She was just a kid being brainpoisoned by the entertainment industry and held to impossible standards. She had no power and the few things she felt she had any control over were being ripped out of her grasp. Is it any wonder she reached a breaking point?

Not just that but… man, B-Komachi gen 1 just seemed like it was an utterly dogshit experience for everybody but especially anyone who wasn't Ai. Both Nino and Kyun have said it explicitly: they did not feel like valued members of the group. Saitou pushed and favoured Ai to the extent that everyone else in B-Komachi felt like backup dancers who were just there to make Ai shine brighter. We see this pattern repeated in B-Komachi gen 2, as well! I've already talked about how in a very real sense, the group only exists for Ruby's sake and Kana and Memcho really are just there as her accessories but Miyako herself is favouring and pushing Ruby for work to the extent that even Ichigo points out that she needs to give the other girls more jobs. No wonder Kana empathizes with Nino so deeply.

Something else really interesting about this chapter is getting to see what dealing with Ai is like from someone else's POV. Understand that I'm saying this as the Internet's Foremost Ai Wife Guy but oh my god!!! I think this is the first time we've gotten a really good understanding for how deeply, deeply frustrating Ai really must have been to deal with as a person only allowed to see the perfect 'Ai of B-Komachi' mask. Nino is all but breaking down in front of someone she considers a friend, begging her for the slightest bit of honesty and authenticity, for Ai to just show that she cares about Nino in the least… and Ai just gives her a bunch of blithe, noncommittal answers. Even knowing Ai as well as I do, I could almost feel a ghost of Nino's desperation and frustration pass over me as I read that exchange.

With that in mind, Nino's outburst at the end of the scene here doesn't feel like pure nastiness - it feels like desperation. It feels like her lashing out with the worst possible thing she can think to say because if she hurts Ai, if Ai actually shows that Nino's words reach her at all, if Ai's human enough for Nino to hurt then…

But, well. We already know how this all turned out. Even so, like Kana said… Ai's smile is suffocating.

Speaking of Kana, this was a damn good chapter for her. A lot of people seem to have interpreted her as getting 'lost' in the role of Nino but going by this chapter's portrayal, Kana seems to have a much healthier distance from her than Ruby does to Ai right now (BUT WE'LL GET TO THAT….), being literally portrayed as viewing the scene as if from a distance. I do think her empathizing with Nino is allowing her to examine and get out some of the hurt and resentment that's been bubbling away since Black Hoshigan Ruby but things are being so infinitely more complicated by everything else going on around this split.

Speaking of which… whoooooooof, Ruby. Her levelling up her understanding of Ai was uh, not quite as good for her as I'd previously thought. It's important to note that this is pretty clearly Ruby's feelings that she is projecting onto Ai: in 45510, Ai herself explicitly says that she never hated the B-Komachi girls and Ruby blurting this out here feels like a very pointed contrast to that. It's pretty clear to me that we're coming back around to something established during the preproduction phase: that this material is quite literally triggering for Ruby and it's damaging for her to be engaging with it.

… which is why it's so, so scummy for Gotanda to be pushing this. I'm holding back on really going into what I'm thinking of Gotanda right now because I want to see if/how the manga addresses this but I'll just say that I'm coming away from this part of the story feeling much more sour about him than I think I'm intended to. It's possible that this is just because I'm fresh off hearing Jeanette McCurdy's horrific account of how damaging this kind of acting was to her as a child but… I find it really hard to like and get behind a director who is purposely letting his actors endure intense psychological suffering for the sake of His Vision lol

After all, like… for all that he talks about wanting to film 'the true Ai', this Ruby freakout is not that! That's Ruby, snapping under the strain of the pressure put on her. Even if you want to argue Ai felt similar strain… is her restraint and her grace and patience in not giving out under it not also 'real'? Why does authenticity necessitate turning Ai's ugly feelings into a spectacle? Why does Gotanda think he has the right to make calls on what is 'authentic' here?

I'd say "who died and made him king" but that's the point, isn't it? Ai died. She's not here anymore to make calls about her identity and the people who are here and who are in a position to do so aren't actually doing it with care and consideration or proper respect for her memory. This movie has been touched by so many people who have their own agendas, who did not know anything about Ai and quite frankly have no right to be making calls about who she really was and what she really felt. 15 Year Lie is an utterly ghoulish production and nobody is coming out of it clean.

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BIRD IN THE HAND (PART THREE)

The whole thing had brought John Riccardi and his brother closer, actually. They'd always gotten along and both being in the Bureau was a bond. But they had different personalities. Paul had always been driven for leadership and his identity was tied into the power and prestige of the position. John on the other hand preferred working in the field and not having to deal as much with bureau politics. Paul was more quiet and reserved, John was super outgoing.

But they knew each other's secret now.

As John walked into the restaurant bar, he could see Paul sitting in front of a double scotch, texting on his phone. He wondered what Cole had seen in the man. Beyond the handsome Italian Riccardi looks. Paul was older and grayer but was still in pretty good shape. John wondered if Cole had gone for Paul's quietly gruff demeanor, or maybe it was just Paul's rank in the Bureau that drew the kid. Maybe that political BS was worth putting up with if it had that effect on men.

It had been three weeks now, since Paul had called John up and admitted what happened. "I wasn't gonna tell you, John, but I figured you should know," the older brother had said, his voice heavy with emotion and guilt.

Things had been good between him and Cole. The incident was just the kick in the pants John needed to step up his game and get serious. The two had gotten closer, more open and vulnerable with each other, but John sensed something was off. It wasn't jealousy speaking, he just sensed Cole got something out his time with Paul that John wasn't delivering.

Paul looked up from his phone just as John was stepping up. The FBI honcho got out of his seat and gave his brother a quick hug. "Hi," he greeted laconically. John laughed inwardly at how laconic his big bro could be. It certainly wasn't his gift of gab that had appealed to Cole Walker.

"Hey," John replied. "You been waiting long? I though maybe a later time would work better for you."

"Yeah, busy day," Paul said, sitting back down. "You busy these days?"

As John sat in the available seat next to his brother, they shared shop talk. Paul didn't unload all ins-and-outs of his job but it was fun to confide in his little bro, and he always felt John's insight was a conduit for the perspective in the field.

They ordered their food and John his beer, and talked until a pause opened up in their conversation.

Paul seemed like he had something he'd been planning to say. "I didn't thank you before, but I wanted to say thanks for keeping everything under wraps.... you know, with Linda."

John hadn't felt great about that part of this. He liked his sister-in-law, and more than that liked being the outgoing Uncle John when he came over for Sunday dinners or holidays.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna blab," he said. He lowered his voice some. "You know, with your position and all... well, you always looked after me growing up, I guess it's time for me to return the favor."

Paul smiled. "For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure Linda knows. Though I think she thinks I'm fucking women on the side."

"Jesus," John exclaimed but couldn't help laughing at his big brother's chutpzah.

Paul shrugged, like he expected that reaction. "You probably think I'm a heel."

John did, some, but also loved his brother. "It's all complicated. I should have been honest with you," he said. Then with a shy look he added, "I've decided to be honest now, actually."

"You mean...?"

John nodded. "I'm not gonna be draping a pride flag, or anything, but I'm gonna ask Cole to move in with me. If he does, everyone's gonna know. The whole Bureau is gonna know."

Paul felt proud of his little brother. If some good came out of this whole mess, it would have been worth it. "Well, if you face any trouble there, let me know," he said in his executive tone. Reading John's reaction, he added, "Yeah, yeah, I know how to be fucking subtle with this shit. Just know I still have your back, too."

"Thanks, Paul," John said, touched. He hoped nothing bad would happen at his job. Hell it was 2023, not 1983. Still, it was a comfort to have someone looking out for him in the FBI, even if it was driven by nepotism, something he always avoided ever since Paul Ricciardi climbed the ranks to higher leadership.

"Any time," Paul said. He took a sip of his scotch and got a conspiratorial grin. "So it sounds like you're serious with this Cole kid."

John smiled and nodded. "Head over heels, bro."

"Well, I guess I've crossed enough lines so far to say that you've scored a hot one all right."

John wasn't sure he liked the leer on Paul's face but it was also cool to have Cole's utter appeal recognized. They could share this as a bond. He still didn't fully know Paul's deal. When John told his brother he was entirely and fully gay, Paul said it was more a bisexual side release thing for him. Maybe that helped defuse the tension over Cole. Paul didn't have any emotional bond or designs on the young man, not like John did.

"So..." John asked, "Maybe this is weird to ask, but are you moving on to another guy?"

Paul chuckled. "We'll see." He took a sip of scotch. "It's definitely an itch I enjoy scratching, you know? It's just, after Cole, anyone else is gonna fall short." His brown eyes met his brother's paler eyes for a second. "I'm gonna respect you brother, but I'll admit I'm already going through withdrawals a little bit."

John gulped. "Come on, Paul," he said. They'd been getting along well, surprisingly well considering all that had happened. And now that sibling rivalry was rearing itself again.

Paul patted his brother's back. "I know, I know. I'll be hands off, I promise. But I swear I've never met a kid as hot as him who could take it so HARD, you know?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper but hard edged at the same time.

"Hard?" John asked. Jealous wasn't making him angry now, so much as embarrassed. Hurt.

Paul leaned back in his bar seat. "Yeah, you know, the kind of dude you can really tear into and he'll beg for more."

"Jesus," John hissed. He looked into his brother's face to see if Paul was bullshitting him. But his big bro looked sincere as hell. "You a dom or something?" Paul didn't quite comprehend, so he added. "You know, like S and M...."

Paul shook his head no. "Nah, nothing like that." He could see in John's reaction that he wasn't as hard-charging with that Cole hottie. "Listen... I know it's not my place but... well, you should manhandle that kid some. It'll drive him fucking wild.... trust me on this, bro."

John took it all in. The knowledge he was gaining about his boyfriend. Cole had seemed to get into the steamier sex lately. John had chalked it up to variety, but maybe there was more to it than that. He was chubbing up in his khakis. "You sure?" he asked.

"100 percent," Paul replied.

John blushed. "Um... this may be weird... but could you give me some pointers?"

"It's weird as fuck," Paul said as he patted John's back against and leaned in to describe some of the things that drove Cole Walker wild.

As their dinner arrived, they changed the topic of conversation. But the thought of Cole stuck in Paul's mind. The hottie that got away. Hell, if he couldn't rail that kid's ass, at least his brother could enjoy himself.

****

It had been an amazing evening so far. John and Cole didn't go to a restaurant. Instead John offered to cook in.

Personally, Cole loved seeing the federal agent in more casual, form-fitting clothes. Just a warn FBI academy t-shirt and some gym shorts. "I feel overdressed," Cole laughed when he walked in.

"I figured we'd be out of our clothes eventually, right, sexy?" John asked, stepping up for a kiss. It wasn't a chaste peck but he was saving the full-on making out till later.

They ate dinner and they talked. John asked a lot about Cole's work. He's tried to be better about that, listening and not just unloading his day, his week on the younger guy. John cleared the table afterwards and insisted Cole just relax.

"Dessert later?" he asked as he walked back to the dining table. He pulled up a chair, his eyes fixing on Cole's cute-handsome face. "I got something to ask you, buddy. And feel free to be honest. But what do you think about moving in?"

He paused as Cole reacted.

"For real?" the 23-year old asked.

John nodded. "Totally. Fuck, I mean, I know you have your lease and we're still getting more serious. So if it's not right away that's cool. But I'm ready when you are, stud."

"Yeah, I guess there's that," Cole reflected. "But damn I want this, John. Maybe in a couple of months, but let's do it."

John was beaming. "Dude, you don't know how happy I am, buddy."

A thought occurred to Cole. "This mean you're coming out?"

"Pretty much," John admitted. "I'm ready for what the brings. If you are."

Cole nodded. "You know, I think it's a big deal for me, too. Maybe more than I've admitted."

John leaned in a little bit. This guy was so attractive, he just wanted to kiss Cole, bad. "The age thing?" he ventured.

"Yeah, that," Cole replied sheepishly. "Sorry."

John patted the ex-jock's knee. "Buddy don't be sorry. It's a real thing. We'll figure out what works for both of us, OK?"

Cole felt dumb. He's hand his dream fantasy handed to him on a silver platter - a hunk daddy of a federal agent wanting a relationship in addition to hot sex - and here he was the one throwing doubt on it. "OK," he muttered.

John's hand nudged Cole's chin, pulling it up to meet his gaze. "I'm serious, bud. If you moving in is the right thing, awesome, otherwise, we'll make it work."

Cole smiled. This guy knew what to say. He saw a look flit across John's face. "What?" he asked.

John leaned back and nodded down. "I'm afraid my little man has a mind of his own." Indeed there was that thick Ricciardi cock sticking up and forming a tent in the gym shorts.

"Wow," Cole hissed. He loved seeing that dick and loved that he had this effect on the FBI hunk.

John stood up and with an uncharacteristic forwardness, just pulled off those shorts, stepping out of them and letting that hardon stick up urgently. "Think we can go long with the foreplay tonight?" he hissed. He stepped up to Cole's seat, guiding that hard dong to his boyfriend's face.

"Yeah I think we can," Cole smiled, then began licking John's hard meat. It felt heavier than normal, fatter, too as the young Congressional staffer wrapped his lips around it and began suckling at the tip.

"Oh damn, that's nice," John, hissed, hands on his waist as he looked down and let Cole explore. Exploring turned into cock worship, which turned in to sucking. John did a couple of mental tricks to keep from shooting, and edged Cole's head off a couple of times while he cooled down.

"You sure you don't want me to suck you off tonight?" Cole asked. He'd come prepped and ready to bottom, but it had been a while since he'd sucked John off and tasted that lawman's sperm. He'd happily do it now.

John peeled off his T-shirt. He'd trimmed his fur for the occasion. It was still thick on his chest and taut belly but the manscaping showed off the muscle definition more. Tossing it aside he flexed his arm a little for Cole's benefit. "Sure I'm sure," he replied. "I'm not ready to end this yet. Come on," he urged, taking Cole's arm to help him up. He patted the young dude's rump playfully as they made their way back to the master bedroom. The lube was set out and the covers already turned down. John got onto the bed while he watched Cole strip off. He patted the mattress. "Face down, buddy... I wanna eat you out some."

Cole grinned. He had to admit that when they first started hooking up, Cole didn't enjoy the long rim jobs that John loved to give. But in the right mood, they were incredible now. He did as asked, stretching out on the bed and hiking his round bubble ass up.

John's strong hands pried them apart and dove in.

"God yeah, sir..." Cole hissed. "Lick my hole."

The federal agent did that and more. He licked, sucked, prodded and tasted Cole's fresh asshole, getting off on the oral-anal contact and the soft, almost soapy scene of Cole's body.

Cole rode the sensations. It was almost torture having John eat him out for so long, but he knew it would just make their fuck that much hotter.

At last John pulled back and gripped Cole's waist to guide him to flip over. The bottom complied, and once his hard dick was revealed, John was on it, softly sucking Cole. Not a pro blowjob, but it didn't have to be. This was more of the foreplay John liked. Connecting with this hottie and extending out the sex.

John licked Cole's balls, shaved smooth, then ran his tongue down the perineum. The ex soccer jock got the hint, pulling his strong legs back and letting John munch some more.

This time, the law man didn't take long. He leaned up and hurried reached for some lube. No fingering this time, John Ricciardi just dabbed some of the slick stuff along Cole's pucker then greased up his thick pole, which he nudged down into place.

"Unf," Cole hissed, savoring that quick penetration. He and John had been working on that. How to push the envelope a little without causing real discomfort. The movie-start-handsome agent smiled down.

"Back in ya, buddy... feels nice."

"Damn... I love your dick, sir."

"I can tell," John replied, eyes twinkling. "Your ass is practically kissing my cock, making love to it."

Cole tried to focus on his insides to control what he was doing, and adjust his grip on that Ricciardi prick. But it was of no use, this stuff came instinctively to Cole Walker, a body reflex that combined with his psychological need.

John pushed in, all the way in, slow but sure, his eyes meeting Cole's. "Gonna fuck you, stud.... fuck you all night." It was a wild boast, and both men knew John couldn't live up to it. But both men knew he'd try.

That fat cock tapped into its deepest point for just a half second before it rebounded out. Then in again. An again.

"Fuck me," Cole grunted. "Yeah, like that."

John wasn't going hard, but he was putting some muscle to each inward thrust. Stretching out that jock hole with regular shoves.

It made Cole's dick jerk and leak on his six pack abs. Maybe he wouldn't need to touch it to get off this time, but he told himself he wasn't gonna focus on that. He wanted to enjoy this fuck, and it didn't matter if he jerked while John Ricciardi nailed him or not.

The agent was getting more into, eyes getting wilder, hips getting faster. Almost possessive in his topping. Then he stopped.

"I wanna do you from behind, sexy," he hissed.

"Yeah?" Cole asked. They'd tried different positions, sure, but John was always a missionary man. He said seeing Cole's face and reactions was what usually got him off.

John was already pulling back, his fat dick slick with lube. "Come on, bud... I'm so fucking horny for ya."

Cole smiled. This guy could be a porn star, maybe with a longer dick, only porn stars usually didn't usually look this hot. Just seeing this muscle-cop daddy in heat had the 20-something dude ready to put out. "Yeah," he hissed, scrambling to get on all fours.

He felt John approach him from behind and expected a slow steady entry.

Instead that fat cock barreled right in. It knocked a little wind out of Cole, only because it was so sudden. Already John was leaning in, covering Cole's strong back tightly and wrapping an arm possessively around Cole's neck.

"Open up for Daddy," John grunted. "That's it."

His tone was soft and cooing, rather than commanding, but immediately, Cole knew. Paul Ricciardi had said something to his brother. Maybe a lot of things. Because John was pounding the young stud now, roughly, quickly as his wrestler hold grew tighter.

BAM. BAM. BAM.

John's hips were putting the man's strength and cardio stamina to good use. "I know ya want it. Take Daddy's cock, buddy."

BAM. BAM. BAM.

Cole's hand now clutched at John's forearm. It was so tight now. He felt the man's tongue lick his neck.

"Dude, I'm not gonna choke you. Just making sure you don't get away. Making sure you take this."

BAM. BAM. BAM.

No hands and no choice in the matter. Cole was cumming, hard, on that piledriving cock. He sprayed all over John's sheets just as his support arm gave out and he fell onto the wet bed. John kept fucking away, entering his own orgasm now.

The lockhold eased but the agent still used it for leverage to put his whole body into it. Fifteen seconds of hard pounding and he was loading up Cole Walker pretty full.

Cole almost instantly felt the man's muscled body relax on top of him, the weight now bearing down as both men breathed heavily in sync and caught their breath.

"Goddamn, buddy," John hissed. "Please tell me I didn't go too hard."

"You didn't go too hard," Cole replied. "At all. Fuck."

John was now kissing softly along Cole's neck, regaining the strength to lift his weight up some, but his dick still very firm and buried inside this perfect young man. He'd pull out when Cole told him to or when he got soft. Until then, he wasn't gonna.

"I guess I've been too gentle in the bedroom," he apologized.

Cole leaned back into John's chest, wanting to maximize the body contact and let John know how much he craved this, this moment, almost as much as the orgasm itself. "I like that, too, Sir... only... Fuck."

Another soft kiss. "Daddy's got ya buddy. Just tell me what you need."

Cole nodded, only he let out a soft, sexy laugh. "Dude, I didn't need to tell ya. You just gave it to me."

That got a matching chuckle from John. "I'm glad." He pushed his dick back in deep into Cole's guts. And again. John wasn't sure he was ready to fuck again, not for real, but this was about the emotional connection as much as the fuck need. "Tell me, Mr. Walker... how did I compare to him?"

Cole knew exactly who he meant. "Come on, babe," he objected.

The dick pressed inside him again, more forcefully. John's voice wasn't angry, not in the least. But it was calm and resolute. "I want the truth, buddy. Do I fuck you as good as he did?"

Cole took a deep breath. "John... it was like I had Paul and you at the same time, rolled into one man. It was intense."

John gave Cole's neck another soft kiss. "I'll take that, buddy. And thanks. Thanks for telling me." He thrusts in gently now but with full strokes. "Is this getting too much?"

"A little," Cole admitted. His insides felt very tender now, and his hole a little numb. John had gone at it pretty hard. "But Paul wouldn't have asked me that."

"Right," John replied. Like he was a school kid corrected on an assignment. He stretched out over Cole's naked body, not pressing the full weight down but close, as he gripped Cole's wrists and held tight.

He didn't speak now, he just started fucking Cole Walker harder.

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Best Part of the Day

Prompt Day 17: Platonic Stobin | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: S4, Platonic Stobin, Ride to School, Pre-Steddie

Steve honks the horn, and sips from his mug of coffee. It won't fit in his cup holder, so he has to rest it on his thigh. He honks again, and a minute later Robin rushes out of the front door of her house, towards his waiting car.

Arms flailing, she screams, "Hold on, I'm coming!"

It makes Steve chuckle. She's the one about to be late to school, not him. He's graduated. Family Video doesn't open for another two plus hours. He's got plenty of time to kill this morning, but he knows she doesn't want the tardy. He knows her like the back of his hand. The front of his hand?

His whole hand. For sure.

Robin fumbles with the trunk, and he watches as she unlocks it. It was just easier to give her the damn spare key instead of him having to get out every morning and unlock it.

She finally piles into the front seat, with a huff, "What are we waiting for? You're gonna make me late, dingus!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Good morning to you, too," he says, handing her his mug of coffee. He might as well. She's gonna take it from him, sooner or later. She always does. He opens the console, and hands her the bagel that he's wrapped in a paper towel, before leaning to look back over his shoulder, reversing them back onto the street.

He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, and she's alternating between drinking coffee, and eating the bagel. Getting sesame seeds all over the floor mat. He'll have to stop by the car wash and vacuum it after he drops her off.

"There's an away game tonight," she says, done with the bagel, and now holding his coffee in one hand, putting her mascara on with the other. He watches, not sure how she's doing it one-handed.

"Yeah, the kids have told me a thousand times, like I've somehow suddenly forgotten how a basketball schedule works since graduating," Steve says, annoyed.

"I have to ride the activity bus to the game, but if you can forge me a note again, I'll ride home with you. Dibs on the front seat," she says.

Steve laughs. He's been roped into taking Dustin, Mike and Max, and Dustin's gonna hate that she's called dibs, but fair is fair. Dustin can have the front seat on the way to Hartford City.

They head down the highway, and Robin tells him about her morning. He nods, listens, and analyzes more about Vickie than he ever imagined possible. It's a ritual at this point. She pines. He gives advice she won't take.

They argue. They banter.

Rinse, repeat.

Day after day, morning after morning.

But it's often the best part of his day.

He's trying to explain exactly why she should just go for it, when Steve catches movement out of the corner of his eye, and realizes they're about to be broadsided by a van, that as far as Steve can tell, has no driver.

Steve slams on the brakes, stopping short as the van whips onto the highway from a side road, cutting him off. The driver's head just barely popping into view, mere seconds before he needed to make the turn.

"Watch it, asshole!" Steve screams, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

"Uh, Steve?" Robin says, and he turns to look at her, and she's wearing the coffee. Brown splotches staining her white blouse, running all over his leather seats.

"Are you hurt? Did you get burned?" he asks, patting her arm down, like that'll help.

"Well, it doesn't feel great! But I think I'll live," she says. "But I don't have time to go back home and change, I'm going to be so late. Detention for me, yay," she says sarcastically.

"Take off your shirt," Steve says, and she cuts him a look, "Not like that, Jesus, Robin. I don't want to see your boobies."

He snaps his fingers, and gives her the hurry up motion.

So, she does, and he takes off his shirt, too, and stretches his hand out to offer it to her. She takes it, and slips it over her head. It's too big, but she says she doesn't care, because that's the style, apparently.

"Thanks, dingus," she says, and he slides his arms back through the holes of his vest. No shirt underneath. He looks ridiculous.

At the school, they both get out, and Robin digs out her notepad, and turns around. Steve lays the notebook on her back, and writes the note, forging Mrs. Buckley's signature to get Robin off the activity bus on the way home.

"There, done," he says, swatting her on the back with the notebook, and she takes it and rushes towards the building, turning back towards him.

"Thanks, Steve! See you tonight!" she yells and then she turns and runs away from the parking lot faster.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, but he smiles as she goes.

"Nice fashion statement, Harrington," Eddie Munson interrupts, as he climbs out of the same goddamn van that caused this whole problem in the first place. He should have known Eddie "The Freak" Munson was involved.

Steve looks down at his bare chest.

"Well, I had a shirt until you cut us off and Robin spilled coffee all over herself," Steve snaps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, that doesn't sound like me at all. I'm a great driver," Eddie says, digging around and coming up with a black, metal lunchbox.

His drugs. Steve knows all about Eddie, and his dealing business.

"Yeah, sure you are," Steve snips, turning to get into the driver's seat. He has no interest in engaging with Eddie Munson at ten 'til eight in the morning. No goddamn way.

"Nice to see you, King Steve," Eddie snarks, walking awfully slowly towards the school for someone that nearly ran them off the road to get here today.

What a dickhead.

Notes: Eddie definitely saw Steve in that no-shirt/vest combo and when presented with the opportunity to see it again in the Upside Down, and in his own vest no less, he took it, lol.

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If you had the chance to change something about the dance of the dragons (TV show or book), what would it be? For example, how a character dies, which team a house is on,or an entire character personally. How would you change it to make the story better, in your opinion?♥️🖤💙💚

Ohh anon i've got a list.

When it comes to the tv show there are a few choices the writers made that just don't sit right with me.

Laenor

I do like the characterization they went for, he's a pretty cool dude who really loves his weird, dysfunctional family. What I really don't like is how they handled his death.

See I truly can't stand it when a character is sugar coated just because they're the protagonist and thus must be righteous and always objectively correct.

So to witness the writers white wash his murder, having him flee to essos instead of being killed by Rhaenyra pisses me off. I get that after showing them being good friends it would be very odd to have her kill him.

But that's the thing, they should have opted for a more ruthless Rhaenyra in the first place!

Laenor's death in the books (at least for me) was the first instance of Rhae Rhae making morally wrong choices in order to pursue her ultimate goal. It was compelling! Here she just takes the easy way out, without having to make a tough choice.

Also his survival really fucks her up when you really think about it. Now all her sons are bastards since her marriage to Daemon isn't valid, and for the upcoming season 2, how are they going to handle Addam and Seasmoke? Laenor is still alive, his dragon won't accept a new rider. This doesn't make any sense and just causes plotholes what the actual fu-

Sidenote: After Laenor's very moving speech on how he was done goofing off and was now willing to really step up for Rhaenyra and their family it's super strange to imagine him ditching them all immediately afterwards Lol.

Rhaenys

My gosh, where do I even begin with this woman?

She too is pretty cool at the start, but then episode 9 rolls around and I roll my eyes.

She's so hypocritical. She tries to shit on Alicent for "toiling in the service of men." When that's all she does in the goddamn story!

She wants Baela to get Driftmark, tells Corlys about it, he shuts off the whole plan cause he wants a kid who he's not even related to on the driftwood throne, and when she complains about it he dismisses her.

So what does feminist Rhaenys do about it?

She... submits to her husband, something she conveniently forgets about when talking to Alicent. My god. Just remove this entire exchange, it hurts to watch.

And the coronation scene, Jesus Christ! It was so cool in the books, why did they have to ruin it? Had they replaced it with something better I wouldn't have complained, but this is just, the worst.

Rhaenys shows how badass she is by.... Brutally crushing hundreds of small folks to death and almost slaughtering the greens.

Cool, cool, absolutely necessary. Thanks Sara.

And you know what's even more infuriating? When she flees to Dragonstone to inform Rhaenyra of all that happened. She says she didn't kill the greens cause she didn't wish to start a war. I'm sorry what?

That would have ended the war at the start! As glad as I am that Rhaenys didn't barbecue them it makes absolutely no sense!

If she had killed them there would have been no dance in the first place!

I hate these dumb show only moments. They needlessly complicated an already complicated story and just mess everything up.

There's probably other stuff I could rant on, like how Aegon was made a rapist sorely to make the audience think:

Oh look! The greens are so baad, they believe a rapist alcoholic douche should be in charge instead of our empowered dragon queen, they sure do suck!

Or how house Velaryon was disrespected and mistreated by D*emyra but still somehow decided to support Nyra's claim.

They didn't really have a motive to be greens though, so I think they should have stayed neutral. Their fervent black support makes no sense.

The writers really should have given them more reasons to back up the blacks or had their beloved queen treat them better so that their loyalty made more sense ( I mean holy hell I wonder how they will handle the two betrayers and Corlys's arrest lmao).

But other greens have already shat on these awful decisions and I won't beat a dead horse.

Book

When it comes to fire and blood I surprisingly have very little complaints, except of course, the Jaehaera situation.

My poor baby deserved better, I've made a post about it in the past

(where I ranted and said stuff I kind of regret now, don't post while very angry guys I don't recommend it)

tackling how the little queen was unnecessarily killed off and how her death genuinely adds nothing so why was it added? God I get upset just thinking about it lol.

Some people say George did it cause he needed Aegon's kids to be born after Viserys's, and apparently he couldn't fathom a married teen not having kids until her 20s, which is veery weird.

The more plausible theory is that he got rid of her cause he wanted more Velaryon queens to showcase how close they used to be to the Targs.

Which is something I had understood already thanks to Alyssa, the sea Snake and all the Velaryons who were masters of ships but whatever.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd critical #anti team black #pro team green #rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf #aegon ii targaryen #corlys velaryon #laenor valeryon #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys velaryon #jaehaera targaryen #fire&blood #hotd season 2 #thanks for the ask! it was lots of fun to answer lmao

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adelaiderichards · 3 months

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Stick With You

Ghost x Yasmin

Chapter 1. Ghostin

"Boys my daughter will be staying with us for the time being. Ghost I know you and Yasmin have history but please go easy on her. She's apart of our team now." Price told everybody but being more direct to Ghost.

"Hi boys did you miss me?" Yasmin asked them all.

"Yasmin, where did you want me to put your bags at?" Her brothers asked her.

"In my room right across from Ghost." Yasmin said while staring daggers at Ghost.

"I've missed you, luv." Ghost said to Yasmin.

"They don't know we didn't break up?" Yasmin asked him a little frustrated.

"They don't need to know anything." Ghost said to Yasmin.

"You've always looked frustrated from everything." Price said to his daughter.

Text between Yasmin & Fleur

Fleur

Hey sista I just wanted make sure that you were okay with everything going on.

Yasmin

Yes I'll be fine just not myself just yet.

Fleur

Did ma say anything to you to make you love with dad?

Yasmin

No it was more so her husband than anything. He threatened to tell Sheppard about Ghost and I but he already knew we were a thing.

Fleur

Oh. I thought he knew from dad.

Yasmin

I really miss when he and mom were together.

Fleur

I can see if they can get back together because mom just finalized the divorce.

Yasmin

When did she finalize it?

Fleur

Yesterday and she found out a lot more about him. He's been trying to get under Ghosts skin ever since you two started dating.

Yasmin

He's been trying hard ever since then buy knowing Ghost he's going to beat the absolute mess out of him.

Fleur

Well I'm heading back to the house now.

Yasmin

Drive safe. Love you.

Fleur

Love you too little sister.

(read @ 2:30pm)

End of message between the sisters.

Look at the cards that we've been dealt

If you were anybody else

Probably wouldn't last a day

Every tear's a rain parade from hell (From hell)

"How long did you know your mother was getting a divorce from him?" Price asked his daughter.

"I didn't know until Fleur told me. She's been keeping a watchful eye on him." Yasmin told her dad.

"You know the both of you have boyfriends." Price said to his daughter.

"Yes dad we are very aware of that but we both have jobs also. Simon and I have two kids." Yasmin told her dad.

"I know you two have children together. I'm not dumb at all daughter." Price said to his daughter.

Yasmin's Phone messages

Ethan

Girl this ghostin shit is mad wild. You are just now seeing Ghost after four years?

Ethan

Jesus Yasmin I've never seen you cry that much.

Madre 💋

Please for the sake of you and your mental health don't dwell on this.

Fleur 💜

Sista you know damn well that dad and mom are perfect for each other.

Ethan

Oh. I thought you ghosted Ghost.

Ethan

Wait your mom ghosted your dad?

Strawberry

Girl why'd mom just walk into your room and find all the pictures of her and dad?

Si 💕

Luv it's okay your mother can handle herself.

Si 💕

It's never a good idea for you to go above and beyond like that.

Soap

Wait Price didn't want a divorce?

Keegan

That's crazy how you are on 141. Cobra team is going haywire without you.

Ghostface

Yeah I think so.

Mariah

Sis can you bring your son's diaper bag up here?

End of Yasmin's Phone messages

Fleur's Phone messages

LilSisYas🥂

Not that I know of but I'll see if dad has some in his office.

FatherPricePrice☮️

You and your sister are both living here now?

FroggyBoy🍧

Babe you could've told them the truth.

End of Fleur's Phone messages

Yasmin's Phone

𝟭𝟰 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗶💕

𝟱 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹🥃

𝟴𝟰 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝟭𝟰𝟭

We'll get through this, we'll get past this, I'm a girl with

A whole lot of baggage

But I love you, we'll get past this, I'm a girl with

A whole lot of baggage, yeah

#ghost #john price #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod #fanfic

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 5 days

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18. “What’s more important to me is that I’m your last love.”

Hey saw that you wanted to send in more requests! A lot of people have been sending you requests about Lilith coming back, but what about Eve?

Context/Ideas: Okay so Eve returns to the Hotel! Adam is ecstatic, because his Best Bitch is here( their both Regina George coded), but Lucifer is panicking, because Eve is here! It's no secret that Adam holds Eve in high regard, and he always had this doubt in the back of his head that Adam would see that getting with Lucifer was a mistake. But Adam cannot stop talking about Lucifer, any time he's with Eve, that's It's just embarrassing. So he notices that Lucifer has been being reserved lately, so they Have A Talk™️, and Lucifer spills his heart out and ends with, 'if you want to get back with Eve, I would understand.' And Adam is confused, because he's never send Lucifer like this before. Rightfully he set Lucifer straight on how he's never going to do that(like ever).

Can this end with Adam pushing Lucifer down on a bed and riding him, saying, 'your Queen isn't going to leave you, Luci. I'm happy with you, right here.'

Did not mean for this to end on a steamy note, but I had to🫣🫣! Sorry if this too long!

Thank you for this! Finally some Lucifer insecurities lol Adam is full of them, but it's only fair that Luci have a few too.

When Eve showed up Adam had been so excited. They hadn't seen each other since their time on earth and they had so much catching up to do.

"So you're really dating Lucifer?" Eve asked as she sipped her tea. She couldn't help but feel so happy for Adam, she remembers the way he and the Angel would look at each other in the garden. She's glad they finally came together.

She loved Adam and Adam loved her, but they worked better as friends that could shoot the shit and bad mouth people.

"Yeah! It's been so great Eve. I was nervous at first but it's been the best decision I've made." Adam flushed, he's been gushing about Luci for what felt like hours, he felt like such a fucking girl but he couldn't help it. It's the first time he's been in love in a long time.

"Yeah, his dicks great isn't it?"

Adam barked a laugh. "Eve! Jesus Christ woman."

Eve smirked. "You didn't say no."

No he didn't. "Whatever...."

Lucifer didn't miss how much time Adam and Eve were spending together. They had chemistry he knew, fuck they had a fuck ton of kids together!

He saw how happy Eve made Adam and his heart sank. They were likely going to get back together.

Later that night, Lucifer watched Adam from the bed as the sinner got ready for bed for the night.

Adam got into bed and kissed Lucifer on the cheek. "You okay?"

"You know, I understand if you want to get back together with Eve."

Woah where did that come from? "What? Luci, Eve and I are just friends."

"I see the way you look at each other."

Adam pulled the covers back and straddled the king's lap. "Luci, my King. Eve is my best bitch, we're best friends there are no romantic feelings there. I'm not going anyway."

Lucifer places his hands on Adams hips. "Are you sure?"

"Your queen isn't going anywhere, Luci. I'm happy here with you. What's more important to me is that I'm your last love. In fact," Adam smirked and ground his hips into Lucifer's. "How about I ride that wonderful dick of yours until all your doubts are gone.~"

"That might take a while, my love." Lucifer flirted back.

"You have all my time my King."

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask

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aspd and adhd(/possible autism) culture is realizing only once you're out of high school "ohhhhhhh wait, so i thought i wasn't abused growing up, but actually i was and it only stopped due to covid, and that resulted in my osdd system and aspd?"

buckle up, this is Long and definitely classifies as a Vent. honestly, you can ignore the middle section and jump to the next blank line of space if you want.

jesus christ. i was punished more harshly than my peers, i struggled to make friends, i was put into a little school program where board games were used to reinforce good behavior in problem kids which i only realized two months ago, my memory issues (which were always there, but only noticed in fifth grade) got me into so much shit with every authority figure ever, i broke a window using one of those mechanical hamster things that were popular at the time by accident but i didn't care at all, that's just scratching the surface

memories of things have been coming back to me lately. according to my mom i was such a nice little kid, always shared and was polite and highly empathetic, all the goods.

school came along, flipped everything on its head. i remember harassing and hurting animals, and people, and sometimes telling those people not to tell—not because i felt bad but because i didn't want to get into trouble again, it was an inconvenience. my home life was pretty good but other kids left me out of things a lot and sometimes called me names, even the neighbors' kids i liked to hang out with would make me the monster of their games and that does something to a kid (one of them is also the reason i'm a victim of cocsa). when i did something wrong or bad there was only punishment because i "should know not to do that" and so i had to teach myself how to be a functioning and good member of society. i got good at lying towards the end of third grade, the skill got better from there with every punishment i faced

when a former friend told me "hey, you have aspd traits/might have aspd" i went and found the checklist, because thorough research is how i work, went through it. at the time i didn't think it fit very well because "yes, i experience that but that's pretty normal for people, i learned how to manage it under several layers of creating a socially acceptable person just like everyone else"

i've gone back to it a couple times since and wow, surprise surprise, everything applies! the "this doesn't apply to me because i have a system to help with this thing" mindset means the thing still applies! there's some stuff, namely the destruction and truancy, that i didn't do but that's solely because i knew i couldn't get away with it and therefore didn't bother trying. so thanks to aaaaaaall that stuff and more, i definitely grew up with both conduct disorder and odd, and now it's aspd

i can't say i'm mad about having aspd? it causes problems in my life, yes, but i've spent so long wrangling myself into a form small enough to fit into society's box that it's not the worst thing anymore. i think i'm more mad at society, my peers, for not helping me with this and being kind where they should've, especially my mom as of recently

that said: it is fucking hard-wired into me that there's only good people and bad people in the world. harmful behavior towards me (or someone else doing something i can't forgive) is automatically met with hammurabi's eye for an eye. the coping mechanisms i use work very well, are generally healthy, and people who don't do anything to calm themselves down and think rationally tend to piss me off. i have been fighting those things for a while but they're the ones that simply won't go away. hamburger help me.

aspd-culture-is

There's a lot of good information in this ask. Too many people see ASPD as a direct result of physical abuse or CSA/SA, when a lot of ASPD symptoms really develop around things that are seen as smaller issues, where a child's problems get diminished by the people who are supposed to help that child to the point where they feel the only person that will help them is themself.

More than anything else, I personally think a very quick and simple way to decrease the number of people who end up with ASPD would be to get parents and other caregiving adults, and honestly society as a whole, to understand that regardless of how simple, silly, or insignificant it may seem to someone older, these "silly" things are often the worst thing the child has experienced up until that point. Someone always having to be the monster sounds like nothing to an adult, leading to no response to help besides maybe "they're just teasing you, ignore them". But "just teasing" is the most social rejection a child has experienced to that point, and so it is extremely distressing and emotionally painful. It feels like the most isolated they could possibly be, because they haven't been around long enough to experience worse. Then, the child is told to ignore it, which not only fails to make them feel better, but often causes it to get even worse as the other kids try and push harder to get the reaction they're looking for. Do they eventually give up? Sometimes. But the lengths and extremes many bullies will go to when "just teasing" doesn't elicit a response is disturbing and that fact is either unknown to or ignored by adults.

Part of why always being made the monster does something to a kid is that it is treated as a non-issue. When that is what a developing brain learns is the reaction to their pain, they will no longer seek outside help when things become extreme.

TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

When I was in school, I was teased. I was made the dog who was not allowed to talk or a person with their vocal chords removed any time we played pretend. Sometimes they made me a rock or stick on the ground, even. It sounds like nothing, and when I was told it would go away if I ignored them, I listened. It didn't stop them. It led to an entire set of multiple schools that were combined into one building seeing me as a verbal and sometimes physical plaything; a place to take out your angst and distress. I lost my personhood in their eyes, so my understanding of social interactions were tainted and colored by the way my peers treated me. I told anyone who tried to befriend me not to be seen talking to me, to bully me publicly so they wouldn't get the treatment I got, so even the few people who tried to be kind got a skewed, unnatural social interaction with me. Many listened, and I don't hold that against them at all. That's simply what they had to do to make it. It got to the point of receiving verbal and *detailed, written-out, and signed* r word threats, and boys who were 11 years old talking about kidnapping tying me up in their parents attic and using me whenever they wanted (theirs was more detailed). Some even attempted to touch me, and adults nearby ignored it because "X likes to handle it themselves, they don't like when adults get involved", because I learned that they would only vaguely say stop, and it would get worse. That's what happens when you just ignore it.

And what do we call a person who learns that only they can protect themselves, and who doesn't understand any positive interaction with anyone that isn't transactional? Antisocial. I hate the idea what a positive relationship with family is incompatible with ASPD, sorry about the rant. Because of how ASPD develops, I refuse to dislike or resent myself or my symptoms when it comes to ASPD. If people didn't want me like this, they shouldn't have treated me like this.

Plain text below the cut:

TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome #tw sa mention #tw abuse mention

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Bisexual. Bisexual. Bisexual. Bisexual!

It was the only word that was now bouncing around in Eddie Munson's brain. Steve had come out several minutes ago along with Robin, and they had long since moved on to playing Rocky Horror Picture show. The characters danced around in front of him, along with the word bouncing around in his head, in time with the music. Steve was saying how hot Tim Curry was, and suddenly Eddie imagined putting on the outfit himself. He imagined Steve saying that about him as he ran his hand up his thigh. Eddie shrieked.

"Pause! I have to make a phone call!" Eddie exclaimed, jumping up.

It was like all the lights in his head turned on, and there was this little man standing standing next to a projector as he showed Eddie all of the things that he had suppressed.

"Are you okay, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, can I use your phone?" Eddie exclaimed.

"Sure, man," Steve said.

Eddie rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone. He dialed the familiar number pretty quickly and waited impatiently as the phone rang. A few rings later, and Ronnie answered the phone.

"Hey, Ronnie," Eddie said.

"What did you do now? Your voice sounds pretty high," Ronnie said.

"Nothing, Jesus," Eddie said rolling his eyes.

"You haven't been accused of murder again, have you?" Ronnie asked.

"No!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, you still haven't told me exactly what happened," Ronnie said.

"And I'm still not going to," Eddie sighed. "This isn't why I called. Do you know David Bowie?"

"Do I know him personally? No," Ronnie said. "Do I know of him? Yes."

"Ugh, you sarcastic shit. I think I'm like Bowie," Eddie said and groaned. "Ugh, I had that word in my head, but I think it fell out. . . Bisexual! Yes, that."

"Oh. Wow," Ronnie said and paused. "Would it annoy you to know that I kind of already figured that out a long time ago?"

"What? How?!" He asked.

"Oh, you were obvious even if you didn't know that you were being obvious," she said.

"Well, you could have given me a heads up, Ronnie," Eddie said.

"Oh, yeah, no. This was something that you needed to figure out for yourself," she said, and she paused. "Thanks for telling me."

"You're my best friend, Ronnie. You should be the first one to know about anything big like that," Eddie said. "Which apparently you already knew about."

"And yet, I still don't know what happened over spring break," she said. "Which is fine. By the way, even if I didn't know before I left, I would have known immediately when you made the call from the hospital and ranted about Steve Harrington's strong arms."

"Jesus, don't remind me," Eddie blushed. "I was high on pain meds."

"By the way, when I called before, it was Steve who answered. I like him. I approve of you and him raising that orphaned child together," Ronnie said. "He wouldn't shut up about you or what you're like with that kid. Jesus, why didn't you tell me you adopted a child with a man?"

"His name is Dustin, and he has a mom," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I definitely like him better than Paige," Ronnie said.

"Would you give it a rest about Paige?" Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I still don't think she ever had a deal in place to begin with. You would have gone to LA, and there would have been no audition," Ronnie said.

"I'm hanging up now," Eddie sighed, the corners of his mouth lifted up.

"Good luck," Ronnie said, and Eddie hung up the phone.

Eddie walked into back into the living room where Steve and Robin were whispering amongst themselves.

"Everything alright?" Steve asked as Eddie sat back on the couch.

"Yeah, apparently I'm bisexual and I've always been like that. I just didn't know it," Eddie shrugged.

"What? Are you telling me you just had a crisis? Did you just go double-check?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, a little crisis, but I'm good now," Eddie said. "I called Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Robin asked.

"Eddie's Robin," Steve explained.

"You have a Robin?" She asked.

"No, a Ronnie," Eddie corrected, and she rolled her eyes.

"So, you realized it just a few minutes ago?" Steve asked as he leaned over Robin.

"Yeah, after you guys came out, then when Tim Curry came on and then again when you called him hot. All I kept thinking about was how I wished you were calling me hot," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Time for us to switch places," Robin grinned.

Steve and Robin swapped, so now Steve was sitting close to Eddie. He put his arm on the couch behind Eddie.

"Eddie," Steve said softly, and Eddie turned to face him. "You are very hot. Hotter than Tim Curry. You would look absolutely sinful in that outfit."

He leaned forward and kissed Eddie gently. Eddie kissed him back before Steve broke the kiss. He leaned back against the couch and pulled Eddie against his side, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"If Vickie wasn't working tonight, then this could be a double date," Robin said.

"Next time," Eddie grinned.

"Welcome to the club, Eddie," Robin said.

"Thanks," Eddie said softly.

Eddie relaxed into Steve’s arms, turning sideways and burrowing his head into Steve’s neck while throwing his arm across his stomach. The puzzle that was his life felt a little more complete now.

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