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farfaras · 11 months

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I think I got an ex but I forgot him.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3 (this is it.) AO3 link.

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Their plan changed. Them planing to come out changed things, mostly the storyline they were going for. Jonathan realizing he was lonely and didn’t actually love Steve as a way to end the relationship seemed too gut wrenching for a baby gay to witness. So that was out.

The timing of them getting together would stay the same. But instead of those elaborate phases they planned, they would just take it one day at a time. Like normal couples would. When they decide to break up, they would just say they realized they work better as friends. Simple, easy.

Today was probably the hardest part of the plan. Coming out to everyone. Dustin actually convinced them, made them believe that the whole crew would be supportive. If anything went sideways Steve was definitely putting this on him.

They had get togethers almost weekly now. It was a comfort thing. Most of the time the brats used these gatherings to play their nerd game. The rest of them just hanging out. Steve only wished Mike took better care of his basement.

The party and Eddie were playing their game on the table. Steve made sure he sat down close to Jonathan, Robin on his other side. Eleven and Max were reading some comics in the corner, on a beanbag. They looked comfortable.

Steve was anxious. He didn’t know how Jonathan could take this level of anticipation and anxiousness. He was fidgeting almost violently, so Jonathan took his hand in his. Robin, who was in the middle of a rant, faltered for a second before going back to talking. Both Steve and Jon’s attention on her. Even though she was still talking, she looked Steve in the eyes and raised a single brow. He knew what she was asking. He hopefully telepathically sent the right message.

When the party announced that they finished their session for today, Mike rushed to get some drinks. Jonathan dropped his hand and resumed his previous position. Steve caught Will and Eddie curiously eyeing the movement, while Dustin was downright staring and not so subtlely hiding his grin.

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, when Mike returned Jonathan cleared his throat. “Uh, guys?” His voice was slightly louder than it normally was. Also firm. “We have some news.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “Who’s we?”

Steve spoke up. “Me and Jonathan.”

“Unexpected but welcomed duo, huh.” Robin tried to lighten the mood. It was like every time someone heard the word news they assumed the worst. Steve gave her a grateful glance.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Steve reassured them. They seemed to relax at that, nodding and giving them their full attention. Jesus, their faces were earnest and curious. Steve didn’t know if he was gonna survive this. He turned to Jonathan. “Should you tell them or do you want me to do it?”

Jon gave him a small and teasing smile. “I’ll tell them. You got the worst of it already.”

“Hey! What the fuck? I thought we were cool, Jonathan.” Dustin protested when he heard Jon. And that reaction just proved his point.

Jon just stared blankly at him. “Someone just spit it out already.” Mike said, rolling his eyes like the impatient little shit he was.

“You just don’t know how to wait, huh.” Lucas shot back.

“Shut up.”

“Grow up, Mike.”

“Oh, please…”

Eddie’s voice cut through the argument dryly. “Kids! Please, just stay quiet so they can say what they need to.”

Jonathan muttered a quiet thanks before taking a deep breath, probably mentally preparing himself. “I’m just gonna say it.” He looked around, then directly at Steve, before addressing the whole group again. “Steve and I are dating.”

It was like Steve was able to watch all their reactions in slow motion. He mostly just felt Robin’s, her gasp and the way her neck almost fell off from how fast she turned to them. Eleven just nodded and went back to reading, he supposed they haven’t taught her all about what the world thinks about homosexuality? Max’s was kinda scary, she just smirked as if she was going through all the new material she had to tease Steve in her mind. Mike and Lucas both raised their eyebrows, they were comically up. Will’s eyes sparkled and widened at the revelation, he was surprised too. And Eddie was almost unreadable. His mouth slightly opened and he looked shocked, frozen.

Mike broke the silence. “There’s no way.”

“It’s true!” Dustin looked ready to defend them if anyone had something even remotely weird to say.

“You knew?!” Lucas almost shrieked.

“I did.” Dustin looked so proud.

Steve didn’t want to look at Robin right now, he had absolutely no idea how she might react. Or if she was gonna be mad about not knowing first. He felt a hand in his that wasn’t Jon, so he looked up to find Robin softly looking at him. She squeezed his hand. “Thanks for telling us, both of you.” She directed this to Jonathan, too.

“It’s kinda weird that you both dated the same girl,” Max started. “But I guess you’re cute, or whatever.”

“Cute or whatever.” El repeated. Still not paying much attention to them.

Steve laughed. “Thanks?” “I guess.” Added Jon.

The only ones who haven’t said anything were Will and Eddie. The rest of the room put their eyes on them.

“Oh. Um. Even if it’s kinda unexpected, that’s great.” Will nervously said. He looked around. “Right?” A chorus of yeses and rights filled the room. Steve could breathe easier.

“Yeah, great.” Eddie muttered. “We’re all happy for you guys.” His smile was small, almost subdued.

“Okay, now that that’s over,” Jonathan tried to end this conversation, the kids wouldn’t have that though.

“Wait! I have questions!” Lucas of all people exclaimed. “When was this?”

“Uh– well. We got together a few weeks ago. If that’s what you were asking.” Steve answered.

“When?”

“Like 2 weeks after.” Jon replied. They didn’t need to say after what, it was implied.

They answered all their questions with their planned answers.

Who made the first move? Actually Jonathan because Steve wanted to go at his pace.

How did they get together? Jonathan asked him after they came out to each other.

Were they in love? (This was El) At that, they got caught off guard, they didn’t expect someone to ask that. “We haven’t been together for long, El.” She didn’t seem to understand but left it alone after Max said she’d explain it to her later.

Everyone, like Dustin said, was supportive. Which they were grateful for. And Steve was also super happy for Will and Robin to see that their friends would support them too when they decided to come out.

Steve just didn’t know why Eddie was so quiet all of the sudden. He wasn’t like that, which made Steve worry he was actually not all that okay with this. He didn’t want that to be the case, he didn’t think that was the case. But people could surprise you sometimes.

Steve and Jonathan were holding hands while they answered questions. Whenever Steve chanced a glance at Eddie, he looked like he was staring at their hands but quickly redirected his gaze to something else. Steve felt uneasy.

All too soon it was time to go. Everyone was climbing the stairs, Jon was pulling his hand to get out of the basement. Eddie was still packing some of his stuff. Steve stopped walking. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you outside.” He told Jon and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He just nodded and left the basement. Now it was just Steve and Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s up with you?” Steve hadn’t known Eddie for long. But during these last months they had developed a friendship, so Steve thought he knew Eddie an appropriate amount to know something was off.

Eddie’s eyes were slightly more open than usual. “Nothing’s up. Why do you think that?”

“Well, you were awfully quiet at the end there. Not really like you, is it?” Steve went up to Eddie so now they were standing in front of the other.

“Yeah, I’m just kinda tired you know.” He was looking down at his feet.

“You’re not… uncomfortable, are you?” Steve was scared that he might regret asking that. But the way Eddie wasn’t even looking at him right now, made it hard.

Eddie’s eyes widened and worry splayed over his face. “No!” He loudly said. “Not at all, please don’t think that.” He sighed. “I really am just tired, Steve. I promise.”

Steve nodded, maybe he was being paranoid. “Okay, I just. Well, I was worried for a sec.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie moved his hand, like he was gonna rest it on Steve’s shoulder but then he aborted. Okay, that didn’t really help his case, but Steve wanted to believe him. “I know how I could’ve come across. But I’m happy for you, Steve. Um, both of you. You deserve it.” He smiled and didn’t give Steve time to respond before he bolted.

When Steve stepped outside, Eddie’s van was already gone. Will, Jon and Robin were waiting for him by his car.

“Just ‘cause you’re the boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’ll give you shotgun privileges, Byers. I hope you know that.” Robin deadpanned.

Jon put his arms up, innocently enough. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“Good.” Robin narrowed her eyes at him. “We’ll have to schedule our shovel talk, by the way.”

Will cackled while they all climbed into the car.

The ride was short, or more like it felt short. Steve didn’t even feel like time was passing with his friends making him laugh and happy.

He dropped off Jon and Will first. Jonathan gave him a peck on his cheek as a goodbye before he and Will entered their home.

Robin was awfully quiet when it was just the two of them left. She was unbuckling her seatbelt to get out when she decided to say something. “I could’ve sworn it was gonna take you longer to figure out your sexuality.” She looked at him, fondly. Steve was expecting a lot of things, but not that. “Even if I wasn’t given an exclusive, I’m happy for you, Dingus. Hope he treats you well.” She got out of the car with a salute, the dork.

What did Robin mean by all that?

This was like a whole other level of fucked up. The universe really liked to just tell Eddie “fuck you!” whenever it wanted. And this moment felt like it was up there, in the top 5.

It was one thing to have a crush on a straight friend, who was so unattainable that he didn’t even need to worry about ever bringing it up, outside of his mind. Steve was a great friend. Which just made him crush harder. It was so easy to almost, not completely, ignore it. Eddie had it all mapped out, he was gonna pine from afar until Steve got a girlfriend. Then he’d make himself get over him. He knew it wasn’t gonna be easy, but he had to. For his sanity.

Leave it to Jonathan freaking Byers, to throw that down the drain.

Eddie was well aware how bad his reaction was to the whole thing. He didn’t want Steve thinking the worst of him. He tried his best at reassuring him that he was happy for them! Even if he wasn’t at all. But at the end of the day, Eddie figured he’s still a coward. Because he ran so fast at the first opportunity he had to get out of there.

He supposed that now that Steve was taken, he still would have to get over him.

But it was so much worse now.

Steve being straight kinda softened the punch of any unrequited feelings Eddie had. He had to accept the cruel reality of Steve never even being able to return them. And he was sure he could live with that.

What he wasn’t sure he could live with is Steve liking guys, but still not liking him.

He bitterly wondered what could Jonathan possibly have that he didn’t. Which wasn’t fair at all because it wasn’t his fault that Steve would choose to date him instead of Eddie. Eddie even liked Jonathan.

This was gonna be torture. But Eddie knows that he was still gonna suffer through it. There wasn’t anything really, that could keep him away from Steve.

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solmesia · 5 months

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today is the day I draw some fuckin

just nasty, disgusting, sloppy trans!astarion debauchery—-

#stuff i say #i need a break LMAOOO #Time to take a break from drawing #And have a drawing break #i’m so sleep deprived #halp

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gaycrouton · 9 months

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“Why would I make them so uncomfortable?”

He asks her directly. His pretty new partner who has been treating him better in the past few weeks of working together than any of his former colleagues ever had. He wants to know what she really thinks of him. He wants to hear her articulate what everyone else whispers about him because, even though she’s nice, she surely must know that everyone thinks Fox Mulder is a fuckup.

But instead of saying why Colton finds him uncomfortable, admitting the distain they both know that man holds for him, Mulder watches his eloquent partner stumble over her words — he watches someone, for probably the first time in his life, try to spare his feelings. He smiles as she confidently states that he isn’t the problem, it’s his “reputation.” He wonders if she notices the way she’s shifted him from active antagonizer to passive recipient of a reputation he most certainly had a hand in creating. It was only their third case together and she was already treating the people who were unkind to him as simply misinformed.

He puts her out of her misery and offers to read aloud the word branded onto his chest that she was avoiding looking at. “Spooky?” Far more PG and polite than the words Colton would use to describe his discomfort.

When he says it, he can see from the way her lips purse together that she knows he understands all the sentiments that word stands in for. Freak. Loser. Joke. But what he doesn’t understand is why she isn’t finding the humor in it like he does.

The people who hate him — who think his theories are stupid, who think his work is a joke, who thinks his career is a failure — they think he’s spooky. People like that don’t matter to him. She clearly didn’t want him to know her friends from the academy thought of him that way, but it doesn’t bother him. It’s not like she-

His amusement falters ever so slightly as he realizes just how much he really likes this pretty new partner who spares his feelings. The exaggerated mask he wore to keep people like Colton away suddenly felt like poorly painted clown makeup in front of her.

He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Do -you- think I’m spooky?”

#I’m so sleep deprived #idk what this even is #sorry to the 1992 truthers I forgot they were already partners for over a year at this point despite all evidence to the contrary #this episode only focused on the newness of their relationship to be silly since they’d so obviously been together for a year 🙄#msr #x files #scully #mulder #dana scully #fox mulder #mulder and scully #spooky #squeeze

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sommerregenjuniluft · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic august 23 — stomachache — 1.5 k words — nsfw! a/b/o universe

Regulus is dying.

At least that’s what he keeps prophesying to James.

They’ve woken up this morning and all’s been well. Regulus had shuffled sleep drunkenly into the kitchen around noon where James had sat at the kitchen table drinking the last of his tea, fresh out of the shower and had watched Regulus prepare a cereal with chocolate milk and handle the espresso machine with such carelessness Sirius would have whacked him over the head if he was there. Which he is not since he and Remus are gone on an anniversary trip through Europe for a week leaving the flat to James and Regulus. Together. Alone. Just the two of them…left to their own devices. They’d managed.

But that was before Regulus had dropped his spoon with a clatter and clutched his stomach with a whine ripping through his teeth.

And James had barely spun around and taken a step out of his chair when he’d- when he had smelled him.

Licking the cold metal of the barrel of a gun, the iron of a blade settling heavy on his tongue and cutting in sickly sweet, the taste of it slipping down James’ palate like thick maple syrup, like the most devastatingly, million dollar, centuries ripened red wine.

It’s okay, normally. Endurable. Easy enough with Sirius in the house, smelling similar to Regulus and mated. Easy enough to wave the confused, perpetually subliminal hint of arousal off as the little crush he’d had on Sirius when they were fifteen. (Nevermind that whenever James found himself nosing around Sirius head he’d always ended up missing that particular edge he’d gotten more of whenever he’d turned his head rather into Regulus’ direction.)

It is not okay anymore, now. James is salivating, spit pooling under his tongue and teeth aching at the way Regulus’ skin takes on a light sheen of sweat.

It is also not okay anymore when Regulus is collapsing onto his knees on the floor, mumbling about stomach ache and dying before James can rip himself out of his frozen state, whimpering in pain and relying on James to pull him back to his feet and into his own room.

He puts him down gently on the mattress, breathing through his mouth and not even sure that’s making it better, and is about to extract himself to get some water and painkillers when Regulus yanks him down into the bed by the wrist.

“Don’t leave,” Regulus whines, clenching his teeth at the sting of pain. “Oh- nngh, I am going to die.”

James swallows, “I just wanted to get you— What can I do to help?”

Regulus blinks at him through glassy eyes, curled on his side, panting heavily, “Can you put s’me pressure on it?”

“Sure,” and James does just that, hand trembling as he steers for Regulus’ belly.

Regulus reaches for him and promptly curls his own hand into his, digging his knuckles against the criminally soft skin under Regulus’ t-shirt, making his loosely curled fist almost grind into the cramping muscle.

Regulus shudders through a groan and James feels his mouth go dry as something wet nudges the side of his wrist, Regulus absently rolling his hips in tiny thrusts.

“Reg,” voice raspy.

This one only sobs in response, “Hurts.”

And something settles over James then, heart slowing and vision narrowing down.

“Ssh, you’re okay,” keeps going with the administration of his fist, firm against Regulus’ skin and slips the other hand up over Regulus head, his fingers carding through damp curls. Lets his wrist settle against the gland at Regulus’ neck there, scenting him.

The deep knit of Regulus eyebrows disappears thankfully, his noises less pained and more breathless now.

That’s when a different type of torture begins for James.

“Jamie,” and fuck, has he always sounded like that? Looks up and finds pupils dilated and his rosy mouth slack and then James rather smells than sees Regulus opening his legs.

Another broken sound from Regulus, before, “C’n you? Please—” tapering off as he squeezes his eyes shut against the ache, head sinking back on the pillow.

James is helpless to do anything but tug Regulus out of his loose dark joggers which are soaked and heavy from the fluid. Disturbingly, James has the urge to rub his whole face into it.

But, well, then Regulus’ pants are gone, underwear slipped off with them in one go, and now James has to repress the urge to rub his whole face into Regulus’ ass.

Knows that if he gives into the urge to dive down and let the first drop of slick settle on his tongue he won’t be able to stop, not for a while at least, and Regulus needs him. Now.

So James dutifully bites his tongue and smears two fingers through the wet mess then sinks them into Regulus with barely any resistance. He’s scorchingly hot inside, heat somehow shooting up and frying all of James’ remaining brain cells on the spot, and fluttering and clenching around him like a broken, wildly firing sex toy.

James groans at the thought, head hung over Regulus’ heaving chest as this one squirms, little sounds escaping him before he blurts, “More?”

And James complies easily, scooting himself down to bite at Regulus hip bone, needing to sink his teeth in somewhere, while inserting a third finger and continuing to drag and prod and fill.

Regulus keeps babbling nonsense, barely coherent words, and withering against the sheets, mewling whenever James fingers sink in all the way and stay there for a moment.

And for a few minutes there, James thinks—or doesn’t rather—believes naively that this is going to be it. That they’re going to weather it like this. That is until-

“A-ah, James,” eyes flying wide open as his hips stutter off the mattress, moaning frustratedly, “Jamesjamesjames.”

He sits back up immediately, putting a soothing hand on the crown of Regulus’ head, “I’m here, I’m here, love.”

“Jamie,” a breathless swallow, his voice cracking around, “Inside. Need you inside of me.”

James stares back dumb-struck, “Reg, I-”

“Please,” he sobs, and then there are actual tears rolling down the creases of his beautiful silver eyes and into his hairline. Voice barely a breath, “Need your cock, please, it hurts. Feel so empty.”

There’s one more beat in which James’ brain screeches violently, unable to move and then Regulus sniffles pitifully beneath him and then James is surging forward and capturing his mouth while working himself out of his pants.

Regulus’ mouth welcomes him eagerly, lips swollen and open pliantly for James to lick into and take. Tongue swirling up against sharp canines, his own teeth dragging over Regulus’ bottom lip and then sucking it into his mouth for good measure too.

It tastes like polished metal with an underlying sweetness that has shivers whacking though James’ frame and thinking it’s unfair. Takes Regulus’ chin between his fingers and keeps his mouth open to spit the taste of him back into his own mouth. To let him have a shot of his own venom.

Regulus’ responding whine quickly turns into a soundless shout as James starts sinking into him.

The grip he has on James as soon as the tip has breached him is something otherworldly. Like there’s a negative space inside him, a vacuum sucking at James cock until he’s in to the hilt.

He gets dizzy there for a second, mouthing distractedly at Regulus’ shoulder until this one is convulsing underneath him in another surge of cramps that prompts James back into motion.

Pulling back slightly and angling Regulus’ face to catch his gaze, “G’na fuck the stomach ache right out of you, yeah, baby?” only for his eyes to roll into the back of his head with a moan.

James keeps his thrusts deep and shallow, barely pulling out before he grinds his hips back forward and in, always aiming to hit the tense muscles from the inside or the bundle of nerves that makes Regulus’ go lax against the mattress.

It doesn’t take long like this before Regulus breath is hitching again, positively this time and James only licks a few more stripes over the scent gland at Regulus’ neck and then he’s coming beneath him, slim cock spurting milky cum all the way up to his nipples between them and scratching red lines into the expanse of James’ back as he quakes and clenches around him from inside.

What Regulus does then is drag his nails back up and into the short hair at James’ nape, moaning contently into the crook of his neck as he keeps thrusting his hips up onto James’ hard cock.

James takes that as his cue to keep going, pumping himself slowly in and out of Regulus until he feels his knot grow and catch on his abused rim. Is about to pull out but then Regulus is deviously distracting him with a kiss, licking deliciously against his tongue and locking his ankles above James’ tailbone.

They’re stuck for the better half of an hour and after that and some manhandling Regulus demands to keep laying there in James lap, cock in his hole, which makes James grin in delight, watching a movie on his phone over James’ shoulder he doesn’t catch fuck all from.

#lune write smut shorter than 1k challenge GO #jegulus microfic #lune’s tiny fic #jegulus #my brain is mush now it’s way too hot this is mid #i’m so sleep deprived

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