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shares-a-vest · 4 months

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@steddiemas Day 19: Steddie as Dads (Trope Tuesday)

wc: 1.4k | Rated: T for suggestive language and flirtatious banter | cw: Eddie is trans in my Joanie Munson AU and gave birth to Joanie. This fic contains one mention of pregnancy and the possibility of having a baby.

Tags: Steddie Dads, Trans Eddie Munson, Growing Family, Getting Interrupted, Christmas Night, Christmas Presents, Kid Fic

Note: I knew Joanie's Furby would have to make a reappearance after I wrote THIS drabble for Black Friday. Also, I started drafting this fic for Day 3 (Needing to be Quiet) but it ran away from me so it has aspects of that prompt too.

Christmas Night, 1998

“Okay…” Eddie sing-songs, stirring Steve from his very sleepy post-Christmas state on the couch, “Our precious bean is asleep… The old man is in a food-induced coma…”

He skips to the couch and flops down, mussing their makeshift bedding.

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, looking up to find a mischievous grin painted across his partner’s face.

He should have known Eddie was up to something with their sleeping arrangements. He had insisted they spend Christmas Night on Wayne’s couch, giving up the bed in Eddie’s old room to Joanie for the evening.

As Eddie continues grinning like an idiot – and adds a wiggling, suggestive brow for good measure – Steve attempts to smooth out their blankets. He shimmies upright, yawning as he yanks at the corner of the blanket trapped beneath Eddie’s ass.

“Nope!” Eddie says, chopping his hand through the air, “No yawning, sugarplum.”

He dives for the remote teetering on the edge of the coffee table and points it at the television, reducing It’s a Wonderful Life to a quickly fading speck in the middle of the screen.

“Jimmy Stewart, off!” he declares, voice high and nasally in mock impersonation as he tosses the remote to the side.

With the living room lit only by the lights of Wayne’s Christmas tree (decorated the moment they arrived with Joanie), Steve feels his eyes droop.

He scrubs a hand down his tired face, his unstyled hair flopping forward as he does so. Eddie is soon on him, combing it back before picking at individual strands like a monkey looking for fleas.

“How are you not tired?” Steve whines, dipping his head to avoid more prodding.

But Eddie then reaches to remove his glasses.

“Christmas adrenaline, sweetheart,” he explains, carefully folding the glasses and setting them on the coffee table within reach.

Eddie leans back again, elbow propped on the couch, his chin resting against his hand enough that it squishes up his cheek.

“The Furby was a hit,” he continues, his teasing dimples out on full display now.

“Please don’t talk about it,” Steve grumbles, sinking into the couch at the thought of Joanie’s newest toy, now out of the box and operational, ready to wreak havoc.

He can only imagine the reaction the cats will have to those soulless eyes when they get the retched thing back home…

“It’s cute,” Eddie shrugs, not at all innocently picking at the bottom hem of Steve’s flannel button-up, a Munson family relic turned pyjama top.

“It looks like a Gremlin,” he deadpans, “Ready to chew our faces off with that weird robot beak.”

He hopes his frown will also remind Eddie that if said demon-spawn does rise up against them, he can be the one fully responsible for dealing with it. And, now that he thinks about it, Steve is sure Eddie allowing their daughter to watch Gremlins at Halloween surely contributed to her desire to obtain this year’s latest kids' craze.

As they glare at each other, Steve holds onto some hope that Eddie (might) think back to that sleepless Halloween night when Joanie woke up at 2 am in tears and thought Ozzy’s prowling in the shadows was an evil after-midnight Mowgai.

“And where is it now?” Steve asks, breaking their seated stand-off.

“Tucked under the covers with our precious Joanie-Bear,” Eddie says, dramatically closing his eyes with a chirpy hum.

Again – Gremlin!

Steve bites his tongue as Eddie opens his eyes again, those big brown orbs now glowing with mirth like a warmer, more cherubic (but equally devilish) version of their five-year-old’s prized Christmas present.

Eddie clicks his tongue, looking everywhere but directly at Steve as he fidgets with a handful of blankets, entirely conspicuous as he buzzes with clear anticipation.

Steve puffs out a laugh and shakes his head. As always, Eddie has other plans for their ‘quiet’ night in…

“What?” Eddie asks, catching him staring.

He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“I love you,” Steve replies, leaning into his side.

He looks at the Christmas tree as Eddie presses a featherlight kiss to his forehead.

But the sweet moment only lasts for a split second because, in a flash, Eddie flips back their bedding, the blanket half falling to the floor between the couch and the coffee table.

“Good,” he grins, swinging his leg over Steve’s lap to straddle him, bracketing his legs, “Put a baby in me.”

“Ed!” Steve splutters, frowning as Eddie claps a hand over his mouth to shush him.

“Quiet!” he stage-whispers.

“You be quiet,” Steve warns, smiling into his palm.

“Made you perk up, didn’t it?” Eddie teases, leaning back to look him over and they both giggle away, “Anyway, come on, tick-tick. Christmas miracle, all that shit...”

He hurriedly jabs into his shoulder.

“Need I remind you we are in your uncle’s living room?”

“We’ve done worse,” Eddie offers, raking his eyes over him, “Remember Thanksgiving 1989 when – ”

“ – We boned in Claudia’s powder room,” he finishes, nodding.

Eddie looks off into the distance – or perhaps just right behind them to the wood panelling. He sighs, all wistful and longing.

“Yeah,” he hums, “And you knocked Claudia’s good handtowel straight off the rack and into the toilet…”

Steve leans back and cocks his chin. Well, if Eddie isn’t going to be subtle about it, either...

“Take your pants off, baby.”

Eddie beams and gives a two-finger salute. He quickly begins shuffling about, lifting onto his knees so he can hook his fingers under the waistband of his black sweatpants and pull them down. Meanwhile, Steve lifts their blanket up and out to protect Eddie’s modesty.

Or, at least that’s what he intends to do. Eddie only gets his pants down to his knees when Steve catches Wayne’s bedroom door opening.

Eddie notices too and yelps, plopping back down onto Steve’s lap – hard.

“Don’t mind me,” Wayne says, walking along with the stiff gait of a man with a bad hip (one that he still won’t do a thing about), “Just goin’ to take a leak. My bladder isn’t what it used to be. The older you get, the weaker your bladder...”

“Can you please stop saying the word ‘bladder’!” Eddie squawks over his shoulder, but his uncle simply waves him away.

“I didn’t see nothin’!” Wayne grumbles, “Carry on.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as they both watch in awkward silence as Wayne disappears into the bathroom, a light soon cascading from it.

“Christmas sucks!” Eddie dry-sobs, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder with a disgruntled ‘hmph’.

“Just wait a minute,” he whispers, wrapping the blanket tight around Eddie’s partial nakedness.

Steve moves to give him a reassuring kiss but Eddie gasps, stilling on his lap as his eyes grow wide as saucers.

“What the fuck was that?” he gulps, his voice at full volume.

Eddie jolts again, his hands flying up to grip Steve’s shoulders tight, giving him no choice but to hold onto for dear life – even if he has no clue what’s got him so rattled…

“I can’t hear anything,” Steve says, looking around as his heart quickens.

Eddie scoffs and claws at a lock of his hair, just behind his right ear.

“God damn it, Stevie!” he spits, his head on a swivel as he whips it from side to side, likely looking for Steve’s abandoned hearing aids.

Steve is about to point to the end of the coffee table and thus ignite a squabbling match about it when Wayne reappears from the bathroom.

“What in the heck is that sound?” he grumbles.

“What is it?” Steve demands, looking between the other two.

“Some…” Wayne says, tilting his head in search of the sound, “Machine…”

Steve moves his head about to dodge Eddie as he squirms around in his lap, muttering what he can only assume is a string of expletives as he attempts to search for the noise too without straining his back or exposing himself.

“Damn it, Eddie,” Steve snaps, lifting his partner when he suspects he is about to get kneed straight in the goddamn balls.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’!” Wayne exclaims, bringing a hand to his chest.

Steve finally manages a glance over Eddie’s shoulder to find Joanie standing just inside the living room, her small frame silhouetted by the bathroom light.

She’s holding something with big eyes that appear to be blinking.

Now Steve can hear the robotic snoring sounds that have half the household scared out of their minds.

“Don’t worry, Pa,” Joanie says, stepping forward and holding up her Christmas present, “It’s just my Furby.”

More of Joanie Munson

#the furby WILL return...#i'm low-key super proud of my furby banner 😂#steddiemas #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #lily writes a fic #steddie as girl-dads #steddie dads #cw pregnancy #idk i've worked on this one a bunch and i'm still kinda not happy with it

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chaotic-tired-fox · 12 days

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Smoke Break 🩶💚

(Don’t repost, reblogs appreciated!)

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#I’m having Kondraki brainrot #the daddddd #low-key proud of this one heh #my art #digital art #scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanart #scp art #scp doctors #scp dr kondraki #dr kondraki

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merbear25 · 2 months

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Pincushion

Having to work along side Caesar was never going to fair well for you. You were both devoted to your love of science, sure, but your morals regarding it couldn't have been more polarizing. Letting your guard down around him was one of the things you'd end up regretting the most.

CW: NSFW!!, MDNI!!, fem!reader, fingering, being experimented on, bondage, manipulation

There hadn't been any progress with this new serum in a few weeks, which was making you doubt the formulas you'd been testing out. You were determined to find the breakthrough you'd been chasing after but were weary of asking your colleauges for any assistance; their methods were a far cry from what most would consider ethical, especially their ringleader―Caesar.

Even after being ordered by your higher-ups to work alongside him in hopes of speeding up the process, you were reluctant to do so. The warm and inviting smile that was paired with friendly, open gestures seemed to always have an ominous shadow, yet this appeared to be something only you took notice in. Am I being overly judgemental towards him? Thinking to yourself, those skepticisms of his character began worming their way into your better judgement, blanketing doubt over it.

Having got lost in your conflictions, you failed to see the wolf in sheep's clothing approaching you. When you saw the bits of white cloud dissipating around your sides, you shot him a look.

Throwing his hands in the air at your glare, he tried to desfuse the hostility brewing in you, "Talk about if looks could kill! I come in peace." When your guard wouldn't fall, he added, "Promise" at the end.

Huffing at the stress he was creating for you, you impatiently asked what he wanted.

"I believe I've found the answer we've been looking for."

Spinning around, your disbelief was apparent in your line of questions, "Really? Are you sure? How can you know?"

"Oh, please don't act so surprised! Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" Setting aside his slight irritation at you for lacking faith in his skill, he pressed, "But there's a problem, you see."

When you raised an eyebrow at him, he continued, "Well, usually Monet volunteers her services when it comes to testing the quality of these types of serums, but I can't seem to find her anywhere."

"And? Don't you have your lackies who would do anything for you?"

"Hm, I do but they're far too busy carrying out my many other requests."

Understanding his real purpose for bothering you, unease set in. Picking up on this, he coaxed, "This is something that we've been trying to find the answer to for so long and this could be it! We must find out if it's the key. That is what you want, isn't it? To find a solution?"

Swallowing your fears, you agreed to help him, "Fine. If it's for the greater good, then I guess I'll help you..."

"And so many will have you to thank, I'm sure of it." Grinning at you, he motioned for you to follow him.

Leading you into what looked like an operating room, he gestured for you to lay down on the table.

Hestitation was your body's way of screaming at you to turn back. However, he was quick to act before your common sense took control; he offered you his hand to help you get up on it, "Let me help you, my dear."

Your hand was shaky when placing it in his, "Easy now," he soothed your worries.

"Now," he started, "to avoid any possible injuries, I must warn that these restraints are necessary."

Nodding for him to get on with it, your heartbeat quickened as you watched him take away your capability to flee. Pulling out the syringe, he assured you, "You'll just feel a slight pinch."

You avoided eye contact with him as he stood over you, watching intently, "How do you feel?"

Focusing on any changes, you answered, "F-fine, I think."

"You think or you know? There's an obvious difference."

Glaring at him, you waited to see if there were any signals letting either of you know about the possible side effects. When you felt your body getting warm, you told him in a hitched breath.

The sides of his mouth curled into a devilish grin.

Your thighs started twitching and rubbing together. The friction was bringing on lewd urges. Remembering where you were, you immediately stopped and demanded for him to let you go.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. We wouldn't want to run the risk of you hurting yourself from any other side effects that may appear, now would we?" denying you, he seemed to be enjoying the sight of your flushed face being overtaken by dread.

His hand hovered over your inner thigh, making you grip at the sides of the table in anticipation. "What do you feel when I do this..." His grasp sent shivers throughout your body. However, when he pinched the fatty upper part, shock waves shot directly across your folds and tangled around your clit―throbbing from the sudden neglect.

"Answer me, dear."

He had just witnessed your hips bucking from his teasing, yet he had the nerve to insist on hearing you tell him. You sobbed, "Fuck you," before twinging at the new waves of sin finding their way to your now weeping cunt.

Smirking at the pathetic mess you were turning into, he taunted, "That still doesn't answer my question."

He carefully lifted your skirt, exposing the shame you were holding between your legs. His hand was hovering over you again, which caused you to squirm more in a desperate attempt to evade him.

Stopping over your drenched pussy, he slid a finger over the lips. As you threw yourself against the table and muffled your cries by biting your lower lip, the sensation became more unforgiving; he swirled the tip of his finger over your hardened pearl, chuckling to himself when this broke your silence. Your disgraceful sobs were echoing around the room, while your hips were eagerly seeking out to abandon your prior morals.

"Use your words. How do you feel?"

Completely giving into his wicked ways, you admitted to how incredible it felt.

Upon hearing this, he slipped your panties to the side and shoved his fingers deep inside your aching walls. You couldn't hold on for much longer; you bounced yourself in motion with him, calling his attention to your breasts.

Ripping your top down, he hurridly grabbed at your expossed breast, which made your shrieks shrill from the overstimulation. Practically begging for him to stop the torment, this was only inticing him to push your limits further: pinching your tender nipple, flicking it for his own sadistic pleasure to see you descend into madness under his care.

Your walls clenched around him mercilessly, barely giving him any more leverage. Making him resort to using his upper arm strength to plunge into you, he admired the sight of your swollen and reddened lips gripping his hand.

The vulgar sounds seeping out of your slit were making it hard not to involve himself any further in his experiment.

Your mewls were intoxicating: your hitched breaths and begging were laced with the most addictive narcotic. When your finale had finally been seen through, you were barely conscious―having been forced to endure such abuse of power.

Clearly satisfied with your performance, he began releasing you from your restraints.

"It would seem that I'd grabbed the wrong sample," he informed, playing it off as a simple act of carelessness. "The side effects should wear off shortly, though."

Still unable to speak properly, all you were able to muster was a distressed whimper and scowl.

#just going to leave this here #i'm completely sane I swear #stop staring at me #one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #one piece imagine #caesar x reader #caesar clown #caesar one piece #one piece smut #one piece x you #caesar x you #one piece caesar clown #caesar clown one piece #low key proud of this

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missambushsstuff · 1 day

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my *second* character portrait only using pencil and a blending stump (I haven't used a blending stump in over a year and have been wanting to get one so here I finally am)

(I had Jason on my mind so I had to draw him🫠)

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #im low-key proud of this one #freddy vs jason #art

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woolydemon · 3 months

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THATS A WOMAN GHATS A WOMAN 🥚🥚🥚🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

#Yosuke why are u low-key rlly proud of how you looked + how ppl regarded you in girl clothing #immediately deny that you felt that euphoria by saying it “scarred” you #and then admitting to being upset that Teddie was the winner in appearing feminine... 🤨🏳️‍⚧️⁉️#Also literally the fact that he's like “OMGGG DONT BRING IT UP !!!” when Makoto literally only said he looked good as a bride #and yosuke went blabbering on abt that shit .#dude YOU were the one that got all excited to talk abt how u liked being a girl #anywya this was “all nighter & needing to work on late assignment” brain moment. i am not normal 👍 but it's ok bc yosuke is transfem #persona #yoske

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mangle-my-mind · 10 months

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I went with my sisters to a Yungblud show today. I only know one song of his - Fleabag, which SLAPS. The music video has him with a silver cross painted on his forehead, a la Tommy Gnosis from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. At least that's what we always assumed, but we didn't know for sure.

After the show, we hurried to the tour bus exit where he was gonna come out and meet fans. I told my sister to put a sign on her phone asking about the Fleabag-Tommy Gnosis connection. When Yungblud came out and saw the sign, his eyes LIT UP and he was so excited that my sister got the reference. He said something like "It's so insane that you know that! It's my favorite film!" It made me SO happy.

We had the reference - to one of my favorite films/musicals ever - confirmed from the artist's mouth directly. And my little sister had her first interaction with an artist she idolizes. It was such a cool evening.

#Yungblud #Hedwig and the Angry Inch #Some of my favorite things to learn are when 'famous' people like the same stuff I like lol #Knowing HATAI is one of his favorite movies just made me like him a little more #I'm also low-key proud of myself for fostering this interaction for my sister - I'm gonna selfishly take credit for this forever #He was just so enthusiastic about it and he grabbed her hand and she was shaking afterwards lol

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positivelyapunovexponent-good · 5 months

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okay so

tested positive for COVID a couple of hours ago. Running low grade (100.4-100.6 deg F) fever that just won’t break. Every single time time I tried to fall asleep for the past four hours I resumed the exact same fever dream about trying to prove the Heine Borel theorem but about my brain?

or rather. Specifically the preparatory theorem for Heine Borel in Rudin proving any closed bounded k cell comprised of the Cartesian product {[a_i, b_i]}\for all i \in [k] is compact in \mathbb{R}^k by supposing not and then deriving a contradiction by partitioning the k cell into the union of 2^{nk} cartesian products of intervals of length {(b_i- a_i)/2^n} \forall n \in \mathbb{Z}_+, supposing there is an open cover G of the k cell that does not have a finite subcover on a nested sequence these intervals chosen at each step n, and then showing by intermediate value theorem that nested intersection of those intervals contain a point x of the k cell so there is a neighborhood in G containing x and all but a finite of the intervals which means there is in fact a finite subcover wonders! Yeah that one

so the dream is like. Imagine your brain is a k cell in R^k packed full of an uncountable number of ittty bitty neurons but they are SICK and DYING of fever so you need to come up with an open cover of your brain that isolates out the sick neurons in their own quarantine open sets so they don’t infect the other neurons but you need to show any such open cover has a finite subcover because otherwise I guess you chop the neurons too thin when partitioning them? And that’s bad because it means your brain breaks? I dunno that part of the dream doesn’t make any sense but it feels very urgent.

anyways. So I keep waking up in a cold sweat feeling my dream proof is somehow wrong or incomplete. And then I fall back asleep and the dream repeats. So now it’s 6AM and I’ve had to scrounge up my old pdf of Principles of Mathematical Analysis by Rudin and make sure I had that proof down cold. And I’m actually proud of how well I remembered it even when in a fever addled dream state. So I guess I really do know the Heine Borel theorem which is nice!!! I just hope that is sufficient to satisfy the Plague Brain

#My favorite professor - the one I had for undergrad analysis- always emphasises the importance of knowing theorems so well #That you’re able to reproduce it perfectly if woken up at 2am. Well turns out I know this one so well I’m able to reproduce it without even #being woken up first. While my brain feels like it’s low-key cooking slowly. Which is pretty aces B). I think he’d be proud!#covid cw #personal #covid jeremiad #(<- my covid vent tag)

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