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sirfrogsworth · 5 months

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Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day

I try to fit as many out-and-about chores as possible into a single day so I only have one set of post-exertional malaise consequences instead of consequences after each day of doing a thing. So any time I decide to drive, I try to find several tasks to accomplish all at once.

My first stop was the Family Services Division in the hopes of getting some help with grocery bills. I am making ends meet, but it seems to be getting harder each month. And maybe I could have skipped my trip to Florida and saved that money, but if I don't do something drastic for my mental health, I fear this first holiday season without a parent could send me into the darkness.

I needed to do an interview to finish applying for SNAP. I wanted to do a phone interview, but the next appointment was in January. So I went to social services where they allow walk-in appointments. I waited in a tiny plastic chair for several hours until they called my name. She yelled out "Benjamin" because when most people see "Grelle" they aren't really sure how to say it. (Rhymes with belly.)

She started my interview and it was going swimmingly at first. But then she started asking questions about the house and my inheritance and my trust. I had no idea what to tell her. It feels like a mistake now, but I have had pretty much no involvement in that process. I have no idea how it works. And I started to panic because she was acting like I was committing fraud or something by not mentioning the trust. But the entire point of the trust was to protect my benefits. Nothing is mine. I own nothing. I have no access. But I had no idea how to explain that.

Maybe my lawyer can help me apply, but I did not want them investigating everything and screwing things up before we even have the estate through probate. We specifically hired a lawyer and went through this convoluted process to make sure everything was on the up and up. But she really made me feel like I was doing something wrong. And that made me panic, which probably made me look even more guilty of something. So I just canceled everything and left.

After a few hours in a crowded government office, I decided to head to a different crowded government office.

I know I didn't need it until 2025, but I decided to go ahead and get my Real ID thingie before my first flight. I was kind of hoping they'd retake my picture because my current driver's license is... well...

And I'm so glad they took my big terrible picture and made it into a smaller, more terrible picture.

People complain about the DMV, but the one near me runs like a machine. It was filled with people and I still only had a 10 minute wait time.

I'm starting to wonder if all of those 80s comedians who were all, "What's the deal with the DMV?" were exaggerating.

Good stuff, Jerry.

I head up to the counter and ask for a Real ID. She asks for two pieces of mail and my birth certificate.

And this disappointed me a little bit.

I did my research. I went to the Real ID website and used their interactive guide to figure out exactly which documents I would need. They gave me this entire checklist and I printed it out and went through all my records and mail trying to find everything.

I had to wait a week for my internet bill to come because it's the only thing I forgot to change to paperless. This took a lot of effort and I was ready to be validated for being so prepared.

And she asks for two pieces of mail.

Any mail.

So I was off to get new tires.

Driving around on 8 year old bald tires was giving me anxiety. I didn't have the money for new tires, but I remember the guy saying they had financing. Recently several of my past debts went past the statute of limitations, and so my credit score lifted itself out of the pits of "poor" and into the realm of "fair." So I decided to take a chance and apply for a Discount Tire credit card. It's a 6 month payment plan with no interest, so that didn't feel as predatory as all the credit card offers I get in the mail with 8000% interest.

We started going through the approval process and I was answering all of the questions and then I saw the name of the bank offering the credit. It was the same bank that tried to sue me and also the bank that can longer collect due to the statute. I was worried they put me on some sort of list and would deny me. But, to my surprise, they approved me instantly. And wouldn't you know it, they gave me almost exactly the amount needed for a new set of tires.

I'm hoping we'll be doing another auction of the house stuff soon, so I plan to pay off the card and then cancel it, but this was the only solution I could come up with to drive safely until then.

I was having a weird day where photos of crusty rich wide dudes followed me everywhere I went. Here is my good ol' boy governor at the entrance to social services.

And at the tire place, I noticed this fella...

Why does every rich CEO think they are a font of wisdom capable of creating compelling quotes?

Does he think no one has ever said "work hard" and "have fun"? And after he said this was he like...

"That's gold, put that in *every* store."

"Oh, and use that picture of me where it looks like a handsome gal just grabbed my undercarriage."

He probably thinks, "Well, no one has put these specific generic platitudes together into a single mega-platitude. I am a genius."

"Be honest, work hard, have fun, be grateful, pay it forward" sounds like he had a bunch of motivational posters on his wall and started reading them all at once.

Like, every line could have a picture of an eagle above it.

In any case, the guy at the tire store, Dakota, was really nice. He made the experience very low anxiety. And he really liked my Thor's Hammer keychain with built in fidget spinner.

He went around showing it to all his coworkers. "Look, it even spins!" And they were like, "Dude, where did you get that??" And I was like, "Amazon." Now I'm just imagining 10 dudes at a tire store all fidgeting their hammers.

As nice as he was, Dakota was still a salesman and had a job to do. He gave me two tire options and tried to upsell me. The cheapest tires had a "1" rating for winter. He said they get "super hard" in the cold... I tried not to giggle. But I explained I drive about twice a month and mostly to the grocery store. If it is a bad winter day, I'll just wait or get delivery. He understood and set me up with the cheaper tires.

He then checked out my car and noticed my tire pressure sensors were dying. I keep getting a warning light on my dash. Apparently they all have tiny batteries in them that die after 7 years. And you can't just replace the batteries so you have to install brand new sensors.

And this is where my social anxiety got me into trouble.

I don't actually need these sensors. They are usually inaccurate. I prefer to test my tires with an actual gauge. But I got so caught up in his sales pitch that I agreed to replace them... at $60 each. For that I could have gotten the fancier tires. I really don't care if an orange light shows up on my dash. And I looked up the price online and a pack of 4 is $30. Though that is without installation.

But still... I wasn't thinking and he was so nice that I was just like, "I want to please Dakota. Saying no might make Dakota sad." Dakota's job is selling me but that doesn't mean I have to buy anything. He would live if I had said "no thanks."

To make my blunder more blunderous, when they finished the tires he asked for my key fob. And it decided that was the time for the battery to die. And in order to reset the system for the new tire pressure sensors, you have to press two buttons on the fob for 7 seconds. Thankfully I had a spare fob at home, but if I want my fancy new $240 sensors to work, I have to return to Dakota and have him initialize them.

I really hope these are the Cadillac of sensors.

Or, like, the ones they use on Cadillacs?

They better be accurate, is what I'm saying.

I do feel safer with new tires. So I am glad I did that. And I gave them a good obligatory kick and felt the tread. They seem nice enough even if they get boners in the winter. It's crazy how bald my other tires were in comparison. Like, I can fit half my finger down into the tread on the new ones—which did not get them super hard.

The way I drive, I probably won't wear them down. They'll probably start to rot before I do.

Before I do, meaning before I wear them down.

Not before I rot.

I am not in a rotting competition with my tires.

I was then off to Sam's. I decided all of my hard work accomplishing 2 out of 3 goals deserved some sushi. So I grabbed some California Rolls and headed home. On my way out, a Hummer and a Porsche nearly collided in the parking lot. And they sort of got stuck facing each other. One of them needed to back up and they both signaled at each other like "You back up, I'm not backing up." And it was just this weird standoff between the two douchiest looking cars you could imagine.

I mean, you have to be a douche to drive a Hummer.

I still remember the mystery Hummer dialysis patient from when my dad was going 3 time per week. We could never figure out who owned the Hummer, but we knew it was not the underpaid nurses and techs. So it had to be one of the patients. And none of them seemed the type. We never solved that mystery.

That hummer started off a delightful safety yellow. (Elon would cry.)

They decided this wasn't extra enough... so they did this...

Katrina and I could never decide... are these cow spots or the world's least effective camoflauge?

There was another patient who drove this old beater...

And I loved seeing this car because we had the same one when I was a little kid. I'm afraid the aesthetics of the 1980s Caprice Classic did not stand the test of time, but it had great sentimental appeal for me.

But this maroon beast that squeaked and sputtered its way from here to there belonged to a very sweet older gentleman. Sometimes he and my dad would be dialysis buddies—sitting next to each other in the recliners. And the worst thing about dialysis was the boredom. All you have to do is watch broadcast TV with 4 channels.

All of the TVs require headphones. They give you your own set of super cheap headphones in the dialysis welcome bag. They were very uncomfortable so I ordered my dad better ones with cushioned ear cups.

His dialysis buddy noticed them and thought they looked nice. And then he revealed that his free headphones broke and he didn't know how to get new ones. He had been watching TV with no sound for weeks. So, I bought another pair with the soft ear cups and my dad gave them to his friend. And it just made me happy imagining the two of them watching The Price is Right in matching headphones.

I do have to make fun of this sweet old man a little bit. When I walked passed his car I noticed he implemented the world's most effective anti-theft device ever created.

That's right... The Club™.

If someone decides they have to have a 40 year old car with an engine that sounds like a dying hyena and a hubcap missing... they are out of luck.

But hey, you gotta protect what is important to you. And if I needed a getaway car and my choices were between his beater and the Cow Hummer, I'd take his ride for sure.

Well, I'd try... and then get arrested because The Club™ is undefeatable.

Do NOT look that up on YouTube. It's 100% true. (And the Lock Picking Lawyer doesn't count due to him being able to break into Fort Knox with a paperclip and then doing it again to make sure it isn't a fluke.)

The dialysis center is in the same complex as my local Tolerable Schnucks and I still see that maroon boat of a car every once in a while. I always smile whenever it is there because it lets me know he is hanging in there and hopefully still has sound for his TV.

Wow, I went off on a mega-tangent.

I didn't even finish talking about my day. Where was I? Oh, the douche standoff finally ended. The Porsche Douche capitulated and backed up. Probably due to the fact the Hummer Douche has 0 visibility behind him.

When I got home I started devouring my sushi. I finally heard back from my lawyer. He submitted the last of the evidence for my appeal. And I was finally able to confirm he got the records of my ECT treatments from 20 years ago. I worked so hard to get those. At first, they forgot to send all records before 2011. I had to call back and figure that out. They shipped them and they didn't arrive until a week before we had to file. Everything was so last minute and my anxiety has been... palpable. It felt like when I did my science fair project on Sunday night.

He's hoping to get a decision at the beginning of next year. He warned me that these appeals are usually rejected. And that the most effective method of approval was a hearing in front of an administrative law judge. But that could be delayed by up to a year. So I might need to figure out how to survive until 2025. As long as my brother does what he is legally required to do, I should be okay. But counting on that also gives me palpable anxiety.

And that was my day.

Every time I go out is always an adventure.

But remember...

BE NICE. EAT YOUR VEGGIES. PET CUTE DOGS. DREAM BIG. KEEP YOUR TIRES WARM... FOR REASONS. 5 LIFE LESSONS -Froggie, Mildly Famous Internet Person

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hotluncheddie · 10 days

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Day 3: 24/7 dynamic

"Angel"

wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, kas!eddie, blood drinking, handjob

written for @subeddieweek <3

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Soon.

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Soon.

Always.

Home.

The house windows glow deep red like a womb.

Steve used to hate it, coming home every night to his parents big empty house. He kept the lights on wherever he was there. Attempting to keep the darkness away, the monsters out. The nail bat by his side.

Steve is never alone now though, and never had to fear again.

The house is his. Property market gone along with the maws that opened across Hawkins. So his parents left everything in town to him, as they hurried to leave. A practical gift, more to help themselves, then to give Steve anything.

But he was grateful, in ways, for their absence.

Because now the house meant safety, and refuge. For him, and others.

Home.

He slips through the front door, bathed in a hazy light that fills the room and draws patterns across the walls. Lamps of varying sizes are scattered across the whole house, all covered in scarves and bandanas to dull and tinge, make the walls a deep red, or sweet pink.

He drops his keys in the bowl and puts his coat on the hook. Sighing the day away. Focusing on where he is now.

Home. Where he is met, like always, by his sweet thing.

His fallen angel.

Eddie sits kneeled by the door, monstrous leathery wings now extensions of his shoulder blades, clawed hands and feet curled against the carpet. He’s impossibly strong, now, broad and muscled beneath his moon pale skin. Tattoos stretched and warped, ears pointed and tinged grey like his fingers and feet.

But he’s crouched, curled, kneeling so prettily. Defenceless in his submission, his adoration. Face open with shy excitement for Steve’s return.

Steve smiles at him. He’s perfect.

Eddie’s mouth parts and his tongue laves over his lips, sharp fangs glinting with spit.

Stepping closer makes Eddie sit a little straighter, hands pressing down on his thighs, loose shorts ridden up into his hip crease, sharp nails digging into skin. Presenting himself.

Steve’s heart clenches, he’s learned so well, so quick to be good.

For Steve, Eddie is always good.

He lets two fingers slip past pink lips, into the impossible heat of Eddies changed mouth. Spit thicker, medicinal, and his teeth bite down playfully. His throat purring and pupils blooming so big his eyes look black.

Steve hums, pleased. Pets over Eddie’s jaw and presses his thumb into the sharp point of his tooth, teasing - pulse point against fang - before walking off to the kitchen to make dinner.

Eddie follows, staying low on his haunches and clawed hands. Long hair swaying and wings flapping lightly.

When Eddie emerged, again, bloody and weakened by the fight against Vecna, against the monster of the upside down. Eddie, mutilated and broken, back from the dead. He was still blindingly beautiful, to Steve.

But being alone in hell, being hurt, had made Eddie skittish and quick to lash out. Skulking amongst the shadows of Steve’s house, hidng, not wanting to be near anyone.

For a while he wouldn’t leave the furthest dark corner of the kitchen, wound tight and scared - he’d stay in his nest of blankets, eyes searching and alert to any small sound.

Until Steves steady presence coaxed him out, or Eddie grew braver. Either way they were both hole up in the house, alone for months, hiding and recovering. The party staying connected through walkie-talkies, not wanting to draw attention to Eddie by coming over. All having wounds to heal and family to see. Rebuilding themselves before attempting to deal with the rest of Hawkins.

So Steve and Eddie were thrust together. In this big empty house. Left to rest and lick their wounds, and eventually, each others.

Now Eddie doesn’t like to leave Steves side, if he can help it. Kneels by the island while Steve cooks. Always watching, waiting, placated by Steve being there, back in their home.

Steve bristled at first, once Eddie began to explore. Didn't like eyes always being on him. But Eddie relaxed so much more quickly, with Steve staying where Eddie could protect him.

So then Eddie had to earn it, his constant presence around Steve. Had to be good. Listen to Steve and obey, to help keep them both safe - from what could come back out of the ground, and from the outside, the people.

And now, after time and care and love, Eddie’s always good. Always waiting to be told what to do, so he can feel safe. And Steve is always ready to guide, so he can feel used, needed.

Steve finishes the dinner and sits on the couch, putting something he doesn’t greatly care about on the tv, sound so low he can’t really hear it.

Eddie by his feet.

He prefers to stay low to the ground, only perched up high if there are a lot of people over. Climbing the bookcase or choosing the couch armrest over the seat. Wants to be where he can see, and observe. He just always wants to see, to move, to be where he chooses. After what Vecna did, Steve thinks.

But mostly he chooses to be by Steves side, in Steves space, Steves presence. And for that they both prefer him low. Feet on the ground, knees near the floor, face easy for Steve to reach, to pet.

They tried to get him to sit and stand and dress more like he used to. But it made Eddie furrow his brow and bite his lip. Until his patients stretched thin and he slunk away to hide once more. Uncomfortable and uncoordinated.

He needed to be adapted to, not reversed.

They’ve grown from that, found boundaries and safe spaces and now they have a routine that works for both of them.

Steve goes out and helps, rebuilds the town, sees the people he loves, who he needs to see to sleep soundly at night.

And Eddie waits. Waits for Steve to come home, at 6:15. When eddie is allowed to be close, and watch. All night.

‘What did you do today angel?’ Steve asks, letting his tired muscles relax into the couch.

‘Book’ Eddie rasps, syllables lilting and still a little uncanny. Steve nods. ‘Letter.’ comes next - written words coming back to Eddie much quicker, the feel of a pen, the shape of a sentence. He had lost speech but not his words, not letters just their sounds.

And Steve himself has quieted, lost elements of his speech. He needs it less, doesn’t feel inclined to share. Not when Eddie seems to read him so clearly, not when so much pain and hurt has happened around him. In his safety, it seems, silence is a much enjoyed gift. For them both.

Eddie dips his head, pulling his eyes from Steve’s gaze. ‘Nest.’ He speaks softly, pointed ears flushing with blood.

Steve hums and finishes his food, drinks his water. He turns to Eddie, placing one finger under his chin, reconnecting their sight. ‘Show me.’ Steve whispers, commands, tugging once on the little metal ring at the front of Eddie’s black collar.

‘Oh.’ Steve breaths, removing his shirt and settling down amongst the blankets and pillows and clothes. Eddie must’ve spent days slowly collecting, gathering and building this soft little tomb of a space. Out in a far most corner of the house, a room now mostly unused, but claimed now none the less.

Steve brings Eddie close to him, pulling him from where he crouches at the side, waiting, unsure. Settling Eddies bigger frame between the v of his legs, pulling Eddies face close, down amongst the tangle of soft things.

He kissed Eddie’s cheek, hand strong and firm on the back of Eddie’s collard neck. ‘Drink now.’ Steve murmurs, pulling Eddie’s lips to the soft skin of his pulse point. Eddie opens his mouth, letting his sharp teeth free. ‘That’s it, for being so good, so good for me.’ Steve praises, softly, tucking Eddie closer.

Steve can’t help the sharp inhale of breath as Eddie’s teeth cut and bite. His hot tongue laving up and drinking. Warm, and wet.

Eddie makes a high noise in his throat, he would get so nervous at the beginning, once Steve realised this was something Eddie needed, something they both wanted. A vulnerable and sacred privilege for Eddie, the act of consumption. Allowed to survive from Steves being, devout.

‘Stop.’ Steve instructs, feeling the loss of blood prickle the tips of his fingers, more than enough for tonight.

Then his hands wander, as they are wont to do. Exploring each others bodies still very much a gift of their entwining love. Steve slips past Eddie’s loose shorts. palm firm and slick on Eddie’s now familiar, but still changed cock. It’s thicker, wilder, ringed grey like his clawed fingers and toes.

Eddie snuffles in closer, a whining chittering cry leaving his throat. Steve soothes him through it, feeling as Eddie spills all over his hand. ‘That’s it, my fallen angel. Mine’ Steve says into Eddie’s hair. Feels him come to rest boneless in their embrace.

Eddie noses behind Steves ear, smelling him and licking over the skin. One of his clawed hands sliding over Steves hip and up his side, coming to rest over his heart.

Lightly, he presses the pointed nail of his finger into Steve’s hairy pec. Eddie spelling out y-o-u-r-s in neat little scratches. Drawing it into Steve’s skin, not leaving marks, just spelling it out in the white ink pressure of his flowing blood. Into the beating of his heart, into his very marrow.

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dellalyra · 1 year

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Family Formation - Part Ten

Summary: The school’s exchange event endangers your family, but it’s okay, mom and dad are here to help.

CW: swearing, fluff, found family stuff, canon typical violence, I guess some angst ? megumi needs his mom rn

A/N: so!! It seems like nothings showing up in tags!!! If anyone can help pls do i am dumb and confused!! But ! Here is part 10 I have absolutely no impulse control and now you get 2 parts in one night bc adhd. I like this part nd pls don’t forget that requests are open and I love getting them!! Also! Just send shit idc I’m lonely man

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Nothing felt right.

You couldn’t sit still in your chair beside your husband.

There was a twisting in your gut. Akio, now 6 months old, was safe and sound with your parents – Grade One sorcerers and your home were hidden by your husband – so you knew Akio was safe.

But call it mother’s instinct – one of your kids was in danger.

You tried to pay attention to the exchange event, watching the fights but the feeling grew and grew and was soon confirmed when all the student’s lights burned red.

You sprung up from your chair and vaguely heard Mei Mei and Yaga speaking – you gripped Satoru’s arm and soon you, him and Utahime along with Gakuganji were running toward a descending curtain. Gojo reached out only to be violently rejected by the curtain, you frowned in confusion but realised a second too late as you too, were blasted backwards.

You looked at Satoru.

“An anti-Gojo veil, I just don’t think it specified which one.” He said, as you realised this was meant to keep you both out as Utahime managed to slide her arm through the veil.

Panic seized your stomach. Megumi. He was in there, he was in danger. Nobara, Yuuji. What about Maki and Toge, Panda too? All the Kyoto kids? You needed to get in. That anger panic soon turned to anger as you realised someone intentionally made this veil to keep you and Satoru from the kids.

“Utahime, gramps, you two go ahead. Protect the kids. I can break this down, but only with Y/N’s intellect.” He waves a hand at them, he may be calm but you can sense his frustration.

Utahime looks at you.

“Hime, please, get me, my kids.” She only nods and they disappear through the curtain.

“Okay, Satoru. What do you see?” You ask. You and your husband work together like a well-oiled machine by now – techniques working in perfect unison after so long of working together and the intimacy of marriage.

“Veil, the cursed spirit made, specifically meant to keep us both out. 2km radius.” He recites, knowing what you need.

“Okay, I’ll create a diversion – then red?” You don’t even realise it by now but you working on sheer instinct and muscle memory. Trying to clear the emotions swirling through your gut right now is taking everything you have.

“It’s a deal, sweet cheeks.” He replies. God, where would you be without this man beside you?

You activate one of your techniques, one of the more durable and as teenage Gojo when training said ‘damn annoying’ ones, Fae Conjuration, and shape an ancestral spirit’s cursed energy into a gigantic elephant.

“I love your flair for drama, princess,” Gojo says, kissing your hand.

“Go big or go home, right.” You reply, which makes him laugh.

As you send the elephant charging into the barrier, just as it hits and bursts into thousands of small blue petals, Satoru sends a bright red burst of energy into the curtain and you see it shrink back into itself.

You both immediately begin running toward the smoke and dust emanating from where you know the river lies. You pray to whoever might be listening that your kids are safe and that you weren’t, once again, too late.

“Y/N, get them out of the way,” Satoru says from behind you, before branching off behind you. You knew what he meant immediately.

Not far away, a series of flashes come and you see, your Yuuji, sweet, kind, loving Yuuji – has hit the curse with four consecutive black flashes. Pride swells in your chest and a giggle at how Kento will react. Next comes several confusing images which you recognise as Todo switching everyone’s places and before you know it the curse has greatly increased their cursed energy output. Yuuji comes running to Todo and just as the energy reaches its peak, you slid into the riverbed in front of the boys, using your cursed claws as anchors and shouting.

“Cursed technique: Wall of Thorns” comes tumbling from your voice, raw and powerful and the magnitude of energy pulsing from your technique quells the curses own but also wraps it up in piercing tendrils of impossibly thick, strong vines.

You look at the curse, a spirit imbued by nature – a being similar to yourself. You smile sadly at it.

“The Dryad. The monk warned me of you.” The curse speaks in a shockingly gentle voice.

“Hanami. I’m sorry it came to this. Return to the earth, and be at peace.” You say as you’ve spotted a shape lingering in the sky.

You turn as fast as you can, as you spot a figure in the sky and grabbing Todo and Yuuji by the arms you shout again.

“Cursed technique: comments flora.” And with that, you and the boys are standing, by a camellia bush about 100ft away.

“Why have we run? Y/N-Sensei?! Todo?! It’s not dead!” Yuuji shouts and leaves to run but Aoi grabs his arm.

“Hold it, brother!” Todo says.

“Do not go closer, Yuuji. Satoru has it from here.” You say.

“Don’t take another step closer, or you’ll get caught in it.” Todo and you push Yuuji behind you both and just in time as a rumble comes through the ground and you’re all soon swathed in a deep purple light.

You giggle a little, Satoru has had a chance to play a little rough today, he’s probably in heaven.

“Ha, he’s as nonstandard as ever,” Todo says.

As the light clears and you release Yuuji from your grip, you look at them both.

“Where is Megumi? I can feel his cursed energy. Is he safe, is he hurt?” You say, patting them both down and spinning them to assess injuries.

“He’s been taken to Shoko Sensei, he was injured, along with Maki. Panda has escorted them to safety.” Todo informs you as you squeeze the (much taller than you) Itadori into your chest.

“Well, maybe I should have Aoi here as your Sensei if he managed to get a black flash from you.” Coke from behind you, as your husband floats down to stand beside you all. Yuuji immediately starts spouting at him about how cool the ‘purple neon flashy thingy’ was and how he’s ‘so OP Sensei’ and Aoi claps and agrees and admires his panache.

“Satoru – Satoru! Megumi! He’s hurt, Shoko has him.” He whips around and grabs your arm and the next thing you know you’re warping into Shoko’s office and you realise the last time you did that your waters had broken and Akio was on his way. But now, it’s your other son, and it’s fear – not joyous apprehension you’re feeling. Satoru is stock still and stiff beside you. You know you’re both worrying you didn’t get to him in time. Your darling boy.

But much to your relief, sitting up with a scowl in front of you is the spikey-haired boy – seemingly unscathed, with Maki opposite him.

You dive into him, wrapping him in your arms.

“Shoko! Ieiri Shoko! Come here now! SHOKO!” You’re shouting through the room and Megumi is hushing you Satoru is pulling at every limb on Megumi checking for damage and Maki is laughing her ass off at the look on her cousin’s face.

“Jesus, Y/N chill the fuck out, your kids fine. He got a nasty gash in his stomach but it’ll heal fine, was more of a cursed technique issue than a health one. 2 weeks bed rest and some painkillers and he’ll be all good.” Shoko says, wiping her hands on her doctors coat and rolling her eyes at you. A flash of a memory of you and Gojo fussing like this over an injured Geto back in the day with her only learning to heal passes through her mind as she witnesses the scene.

She’s soon knocked back by you tossing your arms around her neck and kissing her hair.

“Thank you, I chose the best best friend ever, thank you I love you.” You finally let her go and then begin to fuss over Maki and Megumi together. Telling them that you’re taking both of them and whoever else needs recovery time to you and Gojo’s house and you’ll take care of them.

Shoko raises an eyebrow at Gojo, wondering how he’ll react to this decision.

“What my princess wants, I’ll give her. And if it’s time to look after her kids, then that’s nothing I’ll object to.” He shrugs, grabbing a candy from her desk.

Shoko leaves to check on Inumaki and Noritoshi Kamo and Maki is given permission to leave back to her dorm, with an open invite to the Gojo Cottage to recuperate if she wants.

You sit beside Megumi, with Gojo sprawling his ridiculously long limbs over the legs of the chair he’s on, playing candy crush with one eye and observing you two with the other.

“You okay, ‘gumi?” You say.

“I’m good, don’t worry Mom.” He says, awkwardly patting the top of your hand.

“You did really good today kid, saved a lot of people. Proud of you.” Gojo says, beaming. “You really take after your old man, and by that I mean me, in your levels of extraordinary talent.”

Megumi rolls his eyes and you just laugh at the two boys. You text your mom that Satoru will be home to take Akio to bed tonight, but you’ll both be staying the night in the chairs beside your eldest before you can take him home to rest tomorrow. She replies, after crying for 10 minutes over him being hurt asking if ‘her darling Megumi needs his Nana’ and he blushes and says it’s okay he’ll see her when he’s home. She tells you she loves you, tells Gojo she loves him, and tells Megumi she loves him the mostest and then you hang up. All of you drifting off, you and Gojo curled together on the armchair beside your kid’s bed.

You guys would be okay.

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hannya-writes · 1 year

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When they save you from a brothel (Zoro Edition)

Title: The perfect Girl

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Zoro x Reader

Other characters: The Owner

Category: romance, adventure

Warnings: there's a Kiss! Zoro is a bit Ooc because I couldn't found a way to make this happen 😅, as before there is kidnapping and violence in this chapter, there's no smut in here, walk away, horny people!! (No wait come back!!)

Author's note: just like with Luffy, this happens 6 years in the future, so Zoro would be 27 years old, why did I wrote this in the future? Bc I thought only that way Zoro would change enough to take the decisions he does (?) Nah, I just like characters to be older! Anyways, to the story we go!

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You didn't started working there because you wanted.

When you were 15 your Mother/Father were sick and you wanted to help them.

You started cleaning the floors, washing dishes, serving the woman who needed help with make up or hairstyles.

The owner of the place tried to make you work for them as a prostitute, but you didn't wanted to.

So they started to pay less, at first just some berries. But those berries lost made you unable to pay for your parent medicine.

After a month without the medicine your parent started to feel worst and worst.

And like a balm, the brothel owner offered you a loan, just the right amount for the medicine.

And you thought the owner was a good person, that you would be able to pay back. :readmore:

But one day some one robbed you and the owner give you more money.

In another occasion someone stole your clothes as it was drying in the sun, the owner gave you money to buy yourself some clothes.

You couldn't pay the owner back and somehow the loan got bigger and bigger until it became an impossible amount.

Then the owner offered a deal: You could pay working for them as a prostitute or he could turn you to the police for stealing.

That time there was no room for you to say no.

Since then they gave you a room, nice clothes and even a maiden to help you with everything you needed.

Close to no clothes, very tight clothes or the worst: Lingerie and a silk robe.

And you do what you are forced to do.

There are clients that are gentle but there are those who get violent, who creep you out, who enjoy when you say no.

It's a nightmare so you try to escape. At first you sneak out but get caught.

Then you jump from the window of your room, but the guards save you from a sure death.

When they realize that you are trying to kill yourself they start to drug you.

And that's the worst because then you can't leave, you need the drug if you don't have your dosage you start to feel ill. You feel like dying but without dying.

And then you just… give up.

Zoro

Unlike Luffy, Zoro actually had the pleasure house as his objective.

However, it wasn't to exchange his money for sex. He was only interested in the Sake. The pleasure house you were trapped in was famous because of theirs.

The thing was, the place was full of people. Men with women at each of their sides. Women with skimpy clothes and big smiles.

The bar was packed too, but he was lucky as a men decided to stand up and leave with a woman.

He took the open spot and he would have ordered sake but the bartender was too busy.

"Oh god, here comes the golden bitch" a woman commented by his side and Zoro tried to not pay attention to her

"Ugh she's the favorite but she's so arrogant, who does she think she is? Boa Hancock?" The other woman complained and suddenly he got interested, he had met the ex-shichibukai but in his opinion she wasn't as beautiful as everyone said.

He followed the gaze of the two annoyed women and saw "the golden bitch" (aka you) walking towards the bar.

Zoro had seen his fair share of women, princesses, queens, warriors, samurais, minks, giants, mermaids, etc. but in all that time he had never seen a woman quite like you.

You were elegant dressed with a black dress that accentuated your figure, with a turtleneck and window in the shape of a heart. At first sight you seemed arrogant and intimidating, but after further inspection Zoro noticed how empty your expression was.

However it was easy to overlook your expression with all that gold jewelry in your wrists, neck, ears and hair. You were so eye-catching, he even felt there was a halo around you.

'Golden bitch' he almost laughed because of the accuracy of the nickname. He turned back to look if the stupid bartender was free but to no avail "the fuck do I have to do to get some Sake?" He thought to himself.

"Excuse me" you said, taking the seat by the side of Zoro before bending over the bar, almost giving everyone around an excellent view of your ass hadn't been for the dress.

When you sat back there were three bottles of sake in your hands and a sakazuki cup on your cleavage.

"I believe this is what you want to drink," you said calmly, putting two of the bottles and the cup in front of Zoro, suddenly turning into the most beautiful woman he had ever met. "I apologize for the wait the bartender is having a hard day"

"Sure" he said as you got down from the seat with your bottle of sake "thank you" he added as you turned to look at the two women who had spoken before.

"If you two have time to bad mouth me, serve the clients and stop being a couple of common bitches" you said and Zoro actually enjoyed seeing you metaphorically bite them.

After that he poured his sake on the cup and tasted the very first sip of the famous drink.

You on the other hand walked back to the side of the room, to the owner of the pleasure house, just on time to hear someone inform him that a very important pirate was there.

The owner asked who it was and the person informing showed him a wanted poster of the man you just had helped.

Which explained everything, after all you had heard his thoughts over those of everyone else.

Some time ago you had eaten a devil fruit in hopes of getting a power to escape from the pleasure house, but all you got was a power to hear people's thoughts, desires or intentions. The more powerful they got, the louder and clearer were the voices.

Moments ago all you had been able to hear was "sake, sake, sake" and the person giving you a headache with his desire for sake had been Roronoa Zoro.

"Come on, darling" the owner told you as they took you by your hand and dragged you back to the bar. "You got a special assignment" he added as he pushed a little bottle of poison on your cleavage.

'I'll get so much money if I kill him' the owner thought to himself and you felt dread filling your body.

You didn't want to do this, not again. If Roronoa Zoro discovered you were trying to poison him he would certainly kill you.

"Don't make that face, it makes you look ugly" the owner ordered you before caressing your cheek. They disgust you, with a sigh of defeat you composed your face."That's it, much better"

The owner walked to the swordsman and introduced you, adding that you will be serving him his drinks in a room since he was one of the most wanted pirates of the world and he didn't want some marine to appear and try to stop him from having fun.

Zoro accepted without a doubt, after all a place away from all those people sounded good.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Roronoa-san" you said when you got in the room.

Zoro only hummed. not wanting to give the impression that he was interested in you since you were a prostitute. He knew that give you attention would only make you try to get physical with him.

"Do you always do this?" He decided to ask as you poured the drink for him.

"Only for very special clients" you admitted without lying since this wasn't the first time you were forced to do poison someone.

"What kind of clients?" You could literally feel his distrust, it was like a needle piercing your chest.

"Ummm…" you thought for a moment, feeling that if you lied he'll know, and you weren't wrong, Zoro was studying your face. "famous clients" you smiled but he noticed the happiness didn't reach your eyes.

"How did you know I wanted sake?" He continued and you felt a cold sensation wash down your back.

"It was a hunch, I also like sake, I know how a sake lover looks like" you lied and mixed it with a truth, you liked sake, you could recognize someone who liked it.

"Get another cup then, you'll drink with me" he decided and you looked at him surprised. He hadn't took that decision as a safety measure to avoid getting poisoned, but out of a whim. That made you giggle, he seemed invincible.

"Roronoa-san is very generous" you commented and that time when you smiled a spark of life appeared in your eyes. Zoro liked that spark of vitality, he wanted to see more.

You left for a moment and when you got back you had brought the cup and more sake.

That time Zoro poured the drinks and you took a sip that made you sigh.

"Roronoa-san, you must have many stories, would you share them with me?" You spoke to him with respect and fake admiration but so naturally he almost believed it.

"I'm not good at telling stories" he answered and he immediately regretted it since you simply accepted and drank another sip of your drink with a slightly disappointed expression.

"I met my captain the day I was going to be executed…" he started his story and was instantly rewarded with an expression of surprise and happiness on your part.

'How cute' you heard him think at some point of the story when he described his friend Chopper and you got excited.

Usually men thought you looked hot, sexy, fuckable and those kinds of things. No one saw you as someone cute, it made you blush and Zoro enjoyed the unrestrained emotion his thought had provoked.

"It's your turn" he said when he ended his story and you looked at him with a confused expression.

"My turn?" You asked frowning.

"Your turn to tell me your story, it's how it works" he explained and for a moment you got trapped in a flashback, a succession of escapes ending bad, hits, lightened cigarettes being pressed on your back only for someone of the staff to "erase" your scars with the power of a devil fruit.

"I'm afraid that will kill the good mood" you commented but since he had told you a story, you decided to humor him. "This story is not mine…" you said as you started your narration.

You were creating the story as you told it but everything made sense, it was about a Swordsman, since Zoro was one.

Zoro enjoyed the story, as you were telling it, he noticed how relaxed you were, how your vacant expression came alive every now and then.

"You are good at telling stories" he praised you making you blush again.

"Thank you" you answered with a smile that made Zoro's ears turn red, how were you doing that? How were you managing to get all of his attention?

"Could you tell me another story, Roronoa-san"

"Sure, why not?" He said and noticed how you leaned forward on the table expectantly.

"Wait, Roronoa-san, I'll go for more sake" you interrupted him moments later as he told you about Enies Lobby, he nodded and you left in a hurry wanting to hear more.

"What is taking so long?" The Owner asked you when he saw you in the kitchen.

"He asked me to drink, I can't poison him" You explained and the man slapped you across the face.

"Stop being useless and find a way" he said angry and left you there.

When you got back to Zoro it was with a tray in your hands that had three bottles of Sake and a plate of snacks you ordered to poison.

"What happened?" He asked the moment you crossed the threshold.

"I'm sorry I took so long…" you started to apologize but Zoro wasn't listening, his gaze was on your cheek. In the small amount of time he had seen you, you had shown to be a level headed, smart and elegant woman who didn't bother anyone… So, who had slapped you and why?

Fuck, why was he so fucking angry about it? Has Sanji's character rubbed off on him?

"What happened?" He asked curious, pointing at your cheek and you touched it softly

"I made a mistake" you said without thinking, touching the burning skin where you had been hit. "It's ok, I deserved it"

'no, you don't' his thought warmed your heart, it made you wonder how could such a rough looking man be so sweet.

"I thought you were the favorite" He said frowning and you laughed without happiness.

"I'm just a caprice of the owner" you said, offering him a cup full of sake that he gladly took. "I'm their precious canary, but that doesn't mean he won't hit me" it took you a moment to realize what you had said, you had spoken your mind without thinking, showing him the real you.

"What an idiot" he said, still bothered every time he saw your red cheek.

Feeling his annoyance directed at the owner made you comfortable but wary, no one was that good.

"Why? Would you treat me better if I were yours?" You teased taking a seat on the table, by his side. "You know what's my work?"

'of course' Zoro answered in his mind but only looked at you with a serious expression. You leaned towards him and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I'm a whore I kiss men, I make their fantasies reality, I let them use my bo…" it was his hard gaze that made you shut up.

Why were you saying that? Why were you discouraging the infatuation the swordsman had on you? Why did it bother you that he had made you drop your act of the perfect girl?

'how annoying…' His thoughts made you smile, a weird sensation prickled on your brain and it took you a long moment to comprehend what your devil fruit power was catching on him.

Yeah, coexisting near the love cook had finally rubbed off on him because he wanted to hold you, kiss you… get you to a safe place.

'protect' was what you were catching from the swordsman. He wanted to protect you and you were building walls to reject feeling like a damsel in distress.

"Roronoa-san…" you whispered before pushing away the sake for you to sit right in front of him with parted legs in an inviting way. Your hand took his and you guided it to your thighs. Maybe if he fucked you he'll forget about his attraction to you "It's fine if you want me" you guided his free hand to your chest but he suddenly reacted by getting away from you.

He couldn't do it, he was not made of stone, he felt things, he had urges but he didn't want to do that with you. No when you were doing it because it was your job. It would be like taking advantage of you.

"Roronoa…" you followed him with your eyes only, knowing he didn't want you to touch him, knowing what he was feeling because you were in synchrony with him.

"Shut up" he told you and you obeyed "Stop trying to get in my pants" his choice of words made you blush and laugh, laugh for real.

With a huff you hopped down from the table and he watched as you went to the very lavish bed in the room. The very same bed Zoro had been actively ignoring from the beginning.

"You aramazing...Your feelings are overpowering me" you finally said as you lay in the bed hugging a pillow.

"What?" Zoro asked, taken aback by your words.

"You have a crush on me but you respect me, you think I shouldn't be here, that I should leave" you said so softly that Zoro got closer to hear you.

"I don't…" Zoro was blushing big time.

"I ate a devil's fruit, I can read minds, so don't bother denying it" you cut his sentence.

A slight blush stayed in his cheeks.

"Fine, whatever" he almost went back to the table but noticed that you had in your hand the last bottle of sake "hey, what are you…?" He saw you drink from the bottle, his eyes followed the path of the sake that spilled from the corner of the bottle's mouth forming two very appealing rivers that traveled from your mouth to your chin and then down your throat.

He hated his sudden urge to lick the sake from your skin.

"There's been others like you," you said when you drank, taking him back to reality. You cleaned the corners of your mouth and continued. "You think you are heroes, but you just want to chain me, hide me where no one else but you, can see me" Zoro got closer and tried to take the Sake from you but you pulled your hand away to avoid his hand. "I mean, it's kinda an implanted fantasy, look at these" you showed your wrists with bracelets that covered almost half of your forearm. "This scream shackles, this says save me! Be my Prince charming" you mocked

"Pathetic" He suddenly said and you looked at him bewildered since you were able to feel his very clear desire for you but his words and attitude were the opposite. "You have embraced your cage" he leaned over you, you felt his intentions of taking the sake from you.

He was right, you were able to read minds but you felt like he was the one reading yours.

You were afraid, you didn't want to get your hopes up only to crash and discover he was a liar.

'Say the word' his mind was saying and your movement to get away from him staggered at that.

Word, what word? What was that supposed to mean? You tried to retreat but in a blink you were caged between two strong arms, the bed and the body of Zoro.

You took the last sip of the sake but before you drank it Zoro lifted you from the bed and put you over him, straddling his lap. The gravity did its job and the sake went from your mouth to his as you graced his tongue with yours slowly, so very slowly and sensually.

'Ask for Help' he thought and you pressed closer to him, wanting more if only for him to stop asking that of you.

"I'm not a damsel in distress...They sent me to kill you, Roronoa-san" you confessed not expecting anything from him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"And how would you do that?" he asked amused, taking you by surprise. You tried to get away from him, but his hands kept you close to him.

"With poison" you answered with seriousness and he smirked.

"Poison" he repeated in a mocking way dismissing you "I'm no prince charming, you know? I'm a pirate" one of his hands gently pushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

You didn't have time to even be confused by his words because the idea in his head slipped inside yours: kidnap' Your eyes grew bigger and the smile in his face let you know that he was aware that you knew. You opened your mouth to tell him not to do it, but with an easy move he put you over his shoulder and started his escape.

The next minutes were filled with people trying to stop him and you giving him directions to get out of the brothel.

But Zoro is terrible with directions, so of course he turned in the wrong direction and of course he entered the wrong hall and somehow he ended up destroying the whole place.

When you finally got out, you looked in disbelief at the building in flames. How had that happened? You were not sure, but sake was flammable so…

"Roronoa-sama, you are amazing" you said as he walked away from the crime scene "wrong direction" you let him know and he stopped, turned in the other direction and started walking again.

"Your welcome" he said and you groaned in his shoulder.

"It would be easier to get you to your ship if you put me down," you said, resigned to your future.

"I'm fine, I don't need…curly brows?" When he said those last words you frowned.

"Marimo?" A man's voice answered, leaving you in the dark "that is no way to carry a lady!" He complained and Zoro growled.

'I forgot about the love cook' you heard Zoro think and you were puzzled wondering what could that mean.

The swordsman put you down and you looked at the blond man before you with an expression that made Sanji's eyes become hearts and you were able to hear his thoughts, all of his thoughts.

And Sanji's dirty and sweet thoughts at full speed scare the shit out of you, making you hide behind Zoro and fist your hands into his clothes.

"Oi! You scare her!" Zoro complained annoyed. There was a small discussion and finally Sanji guided you two to the ship where Zoro had a short conversation with the captain, who got closer to talk to you minutes later

"Y/n, do you want to be a pirate?" Asked Luffy in front of everyone and you looked at him seriously.

"No, I just want to stay by Roronoa's side"

Luffy laughed, satisfied with your answer.

"Then, welcome to the crew!"

• • •

Next... ?????? Edition

Who's edition should I write now?

#one piece x reader #one piece situations #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #zoro x you #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #x reader #one piece #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro

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passionartx · 11 months

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Hi!! Firstly, I LOVE your Tangled AU, so glad to see Tails getting more focus in AU’s. I wondering: Do you have any general Tails related headcannons?

Hiya! 💛✨ Thank you so, so much! And ooo this is such a fun question. Tbh, I have too many, I could write an essay! This account isn’t as popular as my au blog since I’m pretty inactive on it so probably only like 3 people will see this… but I hope those hypothetical 3 people enjoy my inevitable waffle and chaos! <3

Will also use this opportunity to hype up some friends and people who’s work I admire!!!

A few of my favourite Tails Headcannons! :

- I love the idea that him and Sonic were 4 and 11 when they first met.

- Sonic will always be Tails’ big brother first and foremost… however, as Aosth Tails put it: “You’re my mom, you’re my dad and you’re my picket fence!”. Sonic having accidentally become the closest thing Tails has to a parental figure has a hold on my heart and I love how writers like @chaoxfix and my homie @myyla-x portray this in their fics!

- After having first met (and honestly even a few years in) if Sonic ever had to leave Tails alone for a while for whatever reason, maybe to protect him from a particular battle, Tails would deal with hardcore abandonment issues. Poor lil guy would fear Sonic wouldn’t come back, that he didn’t want him around anymore (which is made 10 times worse if you headcannon he was abandoned by his parents). Lil guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself <\3

- Tails reminds Shadow of Maria. Probably my favourite Tails headcannon! Though I guess it’s more of a Shadow headcannon… am I using this as an excuse to talk about it? More likely then you’d think. But ahh, those blue eyes, yellowish fur, sweet gentle childlike wonder, love of life and learning + Ian flynn has confirmed given her upbringing Maria was prob a bit of a science kid. Ah <3 Plus that brings the idea of Sonic and Tails’ dynamic reminding him of his with Maria’s and that makes me want to cry. I actually have a WIP fic about this headcannon but it’s been a wip for like a year… hopefully one day I’ll finish it cause I’m literally obsessed with the idea and want to see it through.

^ Also extra nostalgic about this headcannon cause my friendship with @sh-0-w-1-sh literally started cause they were looking for art ideas and I was like TAILS REMINDING SHADOW OF MARIA!!! And here we are almost a year later!

- For better or for worse he’s picked up a lot of his big bros traits. I’m talking puns, poses, that lil nose rub and foot tapping, occasional cockiness, being self sacrificial, the list goes on. Once he realises this or anyone else especially Sonic points it out, he’d probably be super embarrassed and deny it <3

Speaking of picking up habits…

- While he would definitely be scared by certain situations like this ( << the Starline issue 35 and 36 situation being a good example with other people being at risk and him not really understanding the situation or his role in it ) I think Tails would be pretty desensitised to being kidnapped or hostage situations at this point. He’d probably just find it an inconvenience more then anything or be entertained by the hypothetical villains incompetence. Me and @myyla-x had a conversation about this idea once and… it’s been like 6 months and we’re still talking about it. One day that’ll make sense. We got a lil carried away. Just a lil. Anyway someone get this kid therapy. <3

- An already pretty popular one but I felt the need to mention it cause I relate, but he gets so sucked into projects and his inventions that hours and hours can go by and he just zones out and forgot to eat… well, anything but mints at least.

- Tails is a theatre kid. :D Is this self projection? … maybe. If nobody else gets me @guiltypandas gets me <3 :,)

- I think Tails would be in denial if Sonic died. As smart and logical as that little guy is, given how Sonic has beat the unbeatable, has come back before and seems invisible… yeah. <\3 I think he’d always hold onto the hope that it would only be a matter of time until Sonic comes back… even if this time that wouldn’t be the case… my friend @whitecatindisguise actually wrote an amazing fic about this when we talked about the idea called He’s (Not) Coming Back (which if you haven’t already you should totally check out cause it’s amazing! And a heart breaking! The best kinda fic :,) )

- I think Tails has a heart of gold…but I also think depending on certain circumstances if he hadn’t have met Sonic he could have gone down a much darker path (which I guess ended up being somewhat proven with Nine in Sonic Prime!). Me and @casperangel have screamed about this too many times then I can count and it haunts me.

- Tails is a sweetie, a cutey patooty, like an adorable little house cat… but similarly (and yet again as proven thanks to Prime!) Tails definitely has a feral side. Especially if he hasn’t gotten enough sleep or gets his mints confiscated. @dunkinbublin and @studioboner ‘s accounts are absolute goldmines when it comes to Tails multitasking being an adorable lil guy and a feral lil menace!

- Tails and Tangle have sibling energy! I mean, Tails is basically everyone’s adopted little brother, Knuckles and Amy especially, but I think him and Tangles dynamic isn’t talked about enough and I’m super glad we’ve had some sweet moments with them in the comics! @pocketscribbs is feeding the Tails and Tangle nation fr <3

This was super fun! Thank you so much again for asking and I hope you have an amazing day! And if someone actually read all of this… you’re a trooper :,) <3

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #this was too much fun #i have like 1 million more too Ahh #literally nobody is going to read all this but I had fun <3 #tails is everybody’s little brother #they are siblings your honour #sth #sonic #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #tangle the lemur #sonic and tails #sonic headcanons #i still don’t know how to tag things what am I doing

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imaginemcyt · 2 months

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being childhood best friends with cc!ranboo would include...

synopsis: what it was like growing up best friends with ranboo

tw: none!

listen to: count on me by bruno mars, twin size mattress by the front bottoms, the best day by taylor swift

you probably met in your early school days, most likely first grade or so (you'd be like 6 for those of you who don't go to american public school!)

you'd become friends pretty fast, always picking each other during partner work time and playing with each other on the playground

you probably poked at worms and drew each other little pictures 😭😭😭😭😭

growing up your parents knew him and their parents knew you, so you'd always spend time at each other's houses

summers were always the best because you got to spend nearly every day together, always swimming at his house or riding your bikes around your neighborhood

when you were twelve, you got into a pretty big fight and didn't talk to each other for almost a month. it was the longest you'd ever been apart, and you both cried when you finally made up. your parents were extremely worried about the two of you

when you got to be about 13, your body changed quickly, and they were always the first to hype you up when you felt down about yourself, and they always stuck up for you if you got bullied or received unwanted attention

he became a personal guard dog for you 😭

they'd literally just intimidate people with their height and that's all it took

you were his support system when discovering his gender and sexuality and they will never ever forget that

you're genuinely their soulmate. even if not romantically, you're two halves of one whole, and you both know it deep down

you're the first person he goes to when he blows up online

you're in full support, but you want to remain completely anonymous and uninvolved

you don't want their clout, and they love you for that

everyone around you thinks you guys are dating, and you don't make a big deal out deal of denying it, just a simple "no, they're just my best friend!"

as ran continues to grow online, you remain entirely out of the public eye for a couple years

in late 2022, he introduces you to his fanbase and they love you!!

after that you still stay pretty private, only really joining for a couple streams and videos here and there

chat always asks about you

they love to tell stories about you on stream

when he moves to the uk, you cry harder than you ever have, but you understand that he sort of needs to for his career path, and you're in support

they promise to still call and text you every day

before he leaves though, you guys kinda have an "oh, duh" moment where you're like,, wait. you're an adult, too,, you could literally just go with him.....

so you do! you move to the uk with them!

your parents all see you off and you all cry together, but they know you'll be alright because you have each other to lean on

eventually you're introduced to aimsey, bill, tommy, tubbo (im delulu), freddie, and others such as wilbur, james, ash, phil, and charlie

you are an official member of cricket crew

sometimes you guys will go back to america and visit your hometown in california, driving together down your old town's streets, windows down and music up, reminiscing

they will cuddle you or hold your hand (/p) if you ever want or need them to

ceo of piggyback rides.

he knows you so well that you don't even have to ask

tesco trips. y'all never have to argue about who is going to do the shopping, you always go together because it's fun. hanging on the shopping buggy, riding it through the aisles, buying a bunch of things that you most definitely do not need

they 100% spoil you. they will buy you anything and everything, just because they wanted to. you try to do the same as much as you can, but he always wins because they have that streamer money 😔

you both have so many stories and so much blackmail on each other

and photos... my god, the pictures yall have........

birthday gifts are never serious, you always get each other gag gifts and inside joke related gifts

christmas is when you literally spoil each other

they always bring home your favorite snacks when they're out

if you're a gamer, they're introducing you to new games they found and learning how to play them with you

if you're not a gamer, he's teaching you how to play his favorites just for fun!

if they get too scared playing a horror game they'll call you into the room and make you sit with them and be scared too :P

you guys have this sixth sense, when something is wrong, you just... know. ran's upset? you don't even have to talk before you're already hugging him. you're sad? he's leaving tommy's house right now because he can't explain it, there's just a disturbance in the force

whenever anyone asks how you guys met/how long you've been friends, he always sounds so proud when he says "oh, i've known them my whole life!"

y'all are so sweet i swear to god

#mcyt #mcyts x reader #x reader #ranboo headcanon #ranboo x reader #ranboo #ranboo mcyt #cricket crew x reader #cricket crew

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Half a year ago my mother passed from lung cancer and I have been oh so very lucky to inherit her mistakes and broken dreams.

This is just a vent post talking in detail about my struggle to deal with my dead parents making my life a living hell because I’m tired and don’t know how to cope anymore.

Around 5 years ago my father died in a car explosion as a hired soldier participating in a genocide because that was, by his judgment, easier than getting literally any job to support our family after already years of leeching off my mother. Motherfucker got what he deserved and I only wish he died off sooner and the torment and his constant abuse of this family would stop. The hefty compensation my mother received for him dying she spend on, well, who fucking knows what because it was not her massive credit card debt.

Turns out that the bastard kept my manipulative, weak willed and egotistical mother at some bay and with him gone she was about to unleash her rotten nature on me and my sister.

About 2 years later or so she got her first cancer (not too relevant and it was in the end cured) and started dating a new, different (but not too different) piece of shit, proceeded to bring him into our home where he then cheated on her, financially leeched on her, beat our family dog and drove my sister out of our home. As you can guess my mother just let that all happen. In her words, she “didn’t want to die alone so she had to endure”. I find that ironic, because later (precisely 6 months ago) she choked on blood to death, alone in a hospital bed after two years of literally rotting away on the couch in our living room from her second cancer, with no one caring for her.

She stopped paid treatment. She refused free treatment at some point. She turned to waste money on some kind of medium healer that was supposed to cure her. She slowly died in her house filling plastic bottles with cigarette butts and blood to then throw away because she did not have the strength to get up anymore.

After she passed, even if I liked her enough to grieve, I didn’t get to - because now I had to deal with her husband stealing her stuff from our house to sell it off while berating me and my sister. We also, of course, inherited the massive credit card debt that she nurtured and let grow big and healthy better than me or my sister.

Half a year later, today, now that the inheritance is gaining legal status, her husband lets us know that he doesn’t have the money to pay off the debt for the car that they bought together and he threatened us to court over, scared that we were going to take it away from him. So we inherit both the car and the debt on top of the already existing one.

This is only the past ~5 years of suffering my parents caused me in short. Before this I have endured a life of several types of abuse from both of them, made depressed since age of twelve. I still get nightmares about both of them. I’m so stressed by the looming over debt that is now my responsibility that I can’t sleep for the third night in a row.

Stress eating and escapism don’t help anymore so I’m listing their sins to publicly shame them as a new coping mechanism.

#tw animal abuse #tw parental abuse

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cinefairy · 2 years

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Y'ALLL!!! when people say that self concept is key they mean: IT. IS. THE. KEY!

here's my success story from focusing on my self concept for a week! just a single week, i am in tears!!

so before, i used to brush off self concept and think that i'll work on it/get a got sc when i get my other desires, which is all wrong. i am so thankful that i let go of the old story, i used to limit myself and wasn't even aware. self concept can easily show you all your desires in the 3d, and then some!! the realisation made my life a 1000x easier.

then i read some posts and success stories that came about all thanks to self concept and i said to myself: that can be me, it is time to stop perceiving myself as a victim/bad manifestor, and i should just start focusing on my self concept! it is time to change the story.

so i started vaunting and ranting and affirming how my self concept is amazing, through the roof, wonderful, perfect, never fails me... you get the story. i didn't even visualize, didn't go into the void, didn't script. i was vaunting in front of the mirror, looking at myself and sometimes pretending i was talking to someone. i repeated that for a week, and almost every day i got some of my desires !!!

now, onto what i manifested:

1. An adorable kitten! my parents never would have gotten me a cat, no matter how much i asked them to, so i just relaxed myself and stepped into the mindset that no matter what anyone in my reality does or says, my desires are here and nothing can stop them. on the second day of the week, my parents asked me if i wanted a cat because my grandparents' cat just gave birth to three cutest kittens.

2. Perfect vision! i am someone who has been wearing glasses my entire life, my sight was deteriorated at birth due to some complications during labor, and my optician told me some years ago that there was no chance for me to be fully recovered (i had a couple of surgeries so far, and constant check-ups, it was so nagging and uncomfortable). she also told me a month ago that i should not use my phone, but nothing can stand between me and my screen time so i just decided to manifest my bad eyesight away! and i did it, but it's weird without my glasses lmao.

3. A new friend group! my old friends were closed-minded people, i am talking unsuportive, bashing on other people, but 'kind' only to others in the friend group, full of negativity and hate. i just needed a fresh friend group, so i manifested one! one of my friends now goes to the same uni as me, we start in october and it's so exciting heheh

4. Fluent in French language! i just wanted to be fluent in a language that wasn't my first language or english, and i had been studying french in elementary school so that seemed like the best option for me.

5. Money! i manifested the amount of my scholarship to double in my bank account and for no one to bat an eye at that, and for a certain amount of money to appear in my wallet daily (yes, spawning thing is so simple with the right mindset!!!), and for my parents to be rich because they deserve it.

6. A perfect dorm room! the dorm rooms my sister had been living in were just not it, so i needed to take thing in my own hands and manifest a two-bed bedroom with it's own bathroom (no communal bathrooms for me pls) in a dorm not far away from college which i share with another friend.

7. Desired body! my figure now is slim, i have 6-line abs odbwkdbajwhj i could only dream of that a month ago, everything on this list makes me so happy!! i went shopping with my mom yesterday and every pair of heans i tried actually fit me which is a big deal for me lol

8. Lenient parents! as i mentioned, my parents were not the ones to let me get a pet, and they also were very strict with my school grades in the past, and with my going out and hanging out with friends. but now, i have a great relationship with them, they are relaxed and they don't forbid me from doing anything (i literally am going on a staycation with a friend this weekend).

9. New clothes! yesterday during shopping, i found so many amazing sweatshirts, even one that is croptopped which i never used to wear, but got the courage to because who else would wear it if not a bad bitch?? i got a denim jacket, some jeans, sneakers... all i need at a discount!!

self concept makes life easy!! asf!! just stay focused on your new reality and there is nothing you can't get! have fun manifesting, and thank you cinefairy for opening my eyes <333

LETS GOOOOO THIS IS SO AMAZING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ SO PROUD OF YOU ANON WOOW. all these achievements just from affirming how amazing you are.

#ask

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habeascorpseus · 9 months

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when i was in 7th grade, i had my first boyfriend. corny shit, i know. in many cases i dont think middle school relationships are enough to be classified as dating- but to this day, i do firmly believe our clumsy attempts at recreating the behavior of couples barely older than us did count. there was an emotional connection there. we had met in 6th grade and bonded over fnaf and minecraft 3 animations and all those other things that people still found found entertaining in 2014.

another notable thing in 7th grade that happened was that i had discovered i was transgender. well, i say "discovered", but it was honestly a long time coming. between my obsession with being seen as a "tomboy," my favorite song on the Kidz Bop 16 CD being Beyonce's "If I Were A Boy" (but sung in a way to make it so much less about cheating that it really became more of a call to action to imagine life as a man) to the point where i manually would loop it on my cd player for hours, and my growing love for mlm shipping— i had been a certified egg since i was in 4th grade. but despite being raised around and parented with about a dozen lesbian and gay couples since birth, i didnt know whether or not my parents were transphobic or not. so, after looking through a list of trans identities, i decided to just come out as genderfluid to my parents as sort of a compromise to the intimidating rigidity of being a trans boy. and even though it wasn't entirely fitting to what i'd ultimately figure out about myself, i grew pretty attached to it.

back to the middle school boyfriend.

at the end of 7th grade— like, a week before summer vacation— i publically came out as genderfluid. while my ex, who i will from now on refer to as Lou, had initially taken it well, albeit with some confusion, over the summer, a much different series of feelings began unfolding. unfortunately, as middle school boys are wont to do whenever one of them begins to act even slightly against the norm, his friends began asking him if he was gay. "if michael¹ is a boy sometimes, does that make you straight, or bisexual?" are some of the things i later heard them ask. and since i, phoneless till the age of 16, was unable to talk to him throughout this relentless picking apart of his own identity, by the time we got back to school, things were... different.

¹ Michael is the name i went by irl for 3 years from 7th-9th grade.

for one, there were the jokes. he was a big leafy fan (and i really did try even back then to steer him away from that but its hard when youre a cringe nerd middle schooler) and back then "attack helicopter" jokes were kind of all the rage, so he began jokingly identifying as a toaster. then he made a toaster mask out of a cardboard box, spray paint, and duct tape that he brought to school and began putting on whenever i walked by him in the hallway. and then, and possibly worst of all- a simple html website shared between his friends called "what gender is Michael today?" which lead to a random generator of options like, "boy", "girl", "toaster", and "attack helicopter." all of which is kind of a lot to deal with when youre a middle schooler with a pretty rough time of it already, and suddenly your main bully is the guy youve effectively been in a relationship with for 6 months.

and now you may be asking: hey habeas, why this sudden autobiographical deep dive into the most traumatic period of your life? what spawned this? how is this story relevant to literally anything going on? well, that's where the next part of the story comes in.

that year, our sex ed teacher was a 5ft transgender man named Mudd. Mudd had a buzzcut, and a higher pitched voice, and small hands, but beyond all of that, there was nothing visibly different about him than any other boy or man in the school. in fact, the boys thought he was cool as hell. they were fascinated by the idea of transformation of the self into an unrecognizable body. they never misgendered him, even after learning his status as a trans man. in fact, they were comfortable enough around him to be transphobic towards me. and Mudd, like a good trans mentor, told them to cut that shit out, and told me that regardless of how complicated and occasionally contradictory my identity was, it was still me, and i needed to stand up for who i was as a person.

a week later, Lou called me a tranny, and in response, i punched him in the nose and promptly stopped talking to him.

so again, why is this relevant? well, I'm not sure how terminally online (or specifically, on twitter) some of you are, but recently there's been a bit of a tiff in a certain fandom about bi lesbianism. specifically, how it, as an identity, is harmful to both the bisexual and lesbian communities. which, one: nooooo....??? bisexuality and lesbianism arent separate so much fraternal twins, and I've already talked too much to include further definitions to prove it. but my argument is really less about its validity as an identity and more about the principle of there being limits to acceptance, even within our community.

like with my experience, people were fine when they were faced with binary identities. a trans man like mudd is cool, or a trans girl like Jazz Jennings (we watched a lot of I Am Jazz in homeroom) could be seen as normal, and more so, inspiring. but when i came in with an identity people found to be contradictory or "too confusing," it resulted in backlash. the entire definition of being "queer" is to be abnormal to what general society finds acceptable, and even then, some things are "too weird" to be tolerated. even amongst "weird" people. which i find to be a pretty troubling trend amongst queer leftist young people who's only real experience with an "lgbt community" has been online. here, we prioritize and find catharsis in labels and categories to the point where the "queer community" has become instead split between identities- the gays, the lesbians, the bis, the transes, the aros and aces and the whatnot. in the real world, it doesnt matter what flavor of queer you are, nobody's going to stop and ask before they call you a groomer and then legislate your freedom away. which is why we, as an online queer community, have to get rid of the notion that some identities are "too contradictory" or "dont exist" enough to be worth giving support and love.

im saying all this here... because, well, one: nobody wants to read a 40+ tweet thread about my personal brush with irl homophobia and how that radicalized me against community separation in general, and two: i am deeply afraid of 14 year olds on twitter with too much time on their hands. but also im saying this because it was infuriating yesterday to watch my entire twitter feed suddenly turn into a puritanical campaign against the very concept of someones identity and have the ability to say nothing. it disgusted me how quickly we turn against our own simply because the way they are is confusing to our tiny fucking peanut brains. and i know none of those people who went on that tirade will read this, but i felt like it needed to be said anyways.

don't let society's impulse to ostracize the confusing and strange win out over human decency. don't do conservatives' strategy to divide and conquer us for them. a person's identity not being comprehensible to you is not inherently an attack on who you, yourself, are. you are your identity and you should stand up for it, and you should stand up for others' identities too. punch your bullies in the nose.

long live the confusing, the contradictory, and most importantly, the queer.

#habeas speaks #discourse #oh no hes on a soapbox again guys look out #hey sqlumi if you see this ever i hope you know that i think youre cool as hell for giving a middle finger to the entire operation #sorry so few people jumped to your defense and that you had to delete your twitter ik how hard it is to build a following there #aaaaanyways #pinning this for a day or two just bc

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boldlyvoid · 1 year

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Little Miss Sunshine

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: 9 months after the big game, steve is handed his daughter to raise all alone... or so he thinks.

Warnings: single dad!steve, stress crying, newborn panic, money problems, talks of steves past with his parents, past child neglect, mutual pining, friends to lovers

Word Count: 6.7k

After the earthquake, and the plethora of other terrible things in Hawkins, Steve’s parents decided they didn’t want to return. The house wasn’t worth it to them, and the memories that came with their belongings didn’t mean anything anymore either, so they left it all to Steve. He took on the bills and the land taxes but other than that, it was a great deal in his eyes.

Eddie moved in almost as soon as Steve was signing the deed to the house, Wayne lived there for a bit too while he waited for a new trailer to be covered by his insurance. It was really nice. Wayne liked cooking in a real kitchen, they had a big dinner on Sundays when they watched football together and Eddie loved using the whole basement for both his band practice and his d&d games. They moved around the house like they had always been there, Steve honestly wishes they were.

Robin was over all the time, and basically everyone else Steve was close to. His door was never closed, whoever needed a safe space was welcome in Steve’s home. He promised the only yelling going on inside its walls would be from excitement and the only violence would occur in their board games. Everyone respected the rules, and the home was filled with more laughter than anything else.

Joyce helped him take a bunch of his photos and blow them up to replace the framed photos of his parents all around. Jonathan and Nancy helped him repaint some of the rooms before they broke up and then it was just him and Jonathan painting… it was weird at first, but it turns out they had a lot more in common than just a broken heart. Will was over a lot too, being the newest hellfire member he did a lot of character-building with Eddie, trying to fit him into the world he had already built with the other guys as seamlessly as possible.

When Max gets out of the hospital Steve spends a lot of time at her trailer with her, he takes her to follow-up appointments and brings her groceries once a week. But every day that he’s there he basically acts as her nurse, making her lunches, washing her clothes and putting them out on the line, anything. A large part of it is because he feels as though it’s his fault she was so hurt, the rest is simply because he loves her like family and has since the first day he met her. She saved his life, he was going to make hers liveable.

Robin moved in right after she graduated, which made it very hard for her to hide what was going on with her and Nancy… they spent the spring getting to know each other and the summer memorizing every inch of each other. By the fall, however, Nancy moved off to college while Robin stayed back for a year to make some money, spending most of what she was trying to save on the phone bill to talk to Nancy all the time.

Bills were hard to pay for a bit before robin moved in, he was working only 6 hours a day all 7 days a week and coming home with $241, it covered his portion of the electric bill but then he had to think about the winter coming and the cost of keeping the house heated… Eddie was still selling drugs and waiting for the right time to move into getting a real job. Robin on the other hand, still worked at Family Video as well as the arcade now, doing days with the games and spending her nights with Steve and the VHS tapes.

They were doing okay, they were making it through being independent adults, and then She showed up.

The night of the big game, back in March, the 21st to be exact… he slept with Brenda after the afterparty and drove her home the next morning before going to work. Now it’s 9 months later and she’s explaining to him how he got her pregnant and she didn’t know until it was too late because she was too focused on her senior year. And not dying like most of her classmates, honestly.

She hands him a baby carrier with a little tiny baby inside it, “she’s 100 percent yours, Steve, you can do a test if you don’t believe me…”

“So, you want to co-parent or something?” He offers, taking the car seat and placing it on the table in his foyer so he can unstrap her and hold her close to his chest. He may not have known she was coming, there aren't any maternal instincts in him, and yet he knows exactly how to hold her and shush her so she doesn’t cry as he holds her.

“No… I don’t want her at all,” she whispers, trying not to cry with how ashamed she feels about making this big decision for herself. “I deferred to the winter semester at my college, I’m going next month, I can’t be a mom and go to school. I’m not old enough to be a mom. I can’t do it.”

“Okay,” he doesn’t even think twice about it. He simply looks down at his little girl with a smile, “do you want updates? Photos?”

She shakes her head, but he’s not even looking at her. “no… uh, here’s the birth certificate forms, they have to be sent in and filed but I thought you’d want to pick her name and sign it yourself.”

“Did you?” His brows raise, realizing how serious she is about not wanting to be in her life at all.

She shakes her head, “no. You can tell her about me some day, but, I can’t do it. I’ve never wanted to be a mom, Steve.”

“Do what’s best for you, Brenda,” he shoots her an honest, compassionate smile. “I don’t blame you. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to support you.”

“I just didn’t want you to think you had to marry me or something,” she admits, she places the papers on the table beside the car seat and backs up towards the door again. “My parents know I’m doing this too, they don’t really agree, but they get it. So, if you ever need anything, I’m sure my mom would be able to help you.”

“Okay,” he doesn’t really know anything about a baby. He was going to need a lot of help. That’s when the panic starts to set in. “yeah… okay, thanks.”

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she says one final time and then she’s gone, getting back in her dad's car and pulling out of his driveway.

He was supposed to go see Max, Robin isn’t home and Eddie’s probably sound asleep still in his room downstairs… it’s just him and this tiny, defenceless, clueless newborn.

She’s adorable and small, she has his nose, and when he pulls back the little pink cap, she has a thick head of hair too. His mind starts to run as he looks at all the things Brenda left with her. A simple bag of baby necessities from the hospital, 2 outfits, the car seat and the blanket she’s in. It’s not much. It’s honestly nothing.

His mind starts to run and wonder about how the fuck he was going to do this… he barely had the money for his groceries, how was he now going to buy clothes and a crib and formula and diapers?

He takes her with him into the living room and sits down on the couch with her in his arms, careful as ever while simultaneously the most stressed he’s ever been.

From the time he’s spent in Nancy’s basement, he knows there’s an old crib down there from when Mrs. Wheeler had Holly… and they have tubs and tubs of old baby clothes in the garage, waiting for when Nancy or Mike had a baby one day. He picks up the phone on the side table, dialling the Wheeler's number that he knows by heart, unsure how he should ask but he knows he needs help.

Most women would say it takes a village, so why not go to his and ask?

“Hello?” Karen's sweet mom voice answers.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler, uh, it’s Steve, Steve Harrington?”

“Oh, hello Steve, what can I do for you?” She’s as lovely as always.

“um… this is going to sound crazy but I have a daughter, her mom isn’t in the picture, she doesn’t want to be, and I have nothing to—

“Steve, sweetheart, I’d love to help,” she stops him before he gets too deep into the ramble. “What do you have for her already?”

“A car seat,” he starts to cry, looking down at her, scared and stressed. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Karen… and I figured with holly only being 6, you’d still have some stuff I could buy off you?”

“Honey, you can have it,” she’s sure about that. “I’ll see what I have, I’ll talk to the neighbours too, they have babies of all ages… how old is she so I know for sizes?”

“Newborn, like 3 days old? I just got her,” he can’t even believe the words leaving his mouth. “She’s tiny.”

“Oh wow, okay, are you okay with me telling people about you, or should I just say it’s a new parent in the area?” She’s considerate, knowing a new baby and being a single dad are both very hard things to deal with alone without the court of public opinion involved too.

“You can tell Joyce and Claudia, and Lucas’s mom too, but I think I want this to just be in my circle of people for a bit, you know?”

“I get it,” she’s super nice about it. Nicer than he could’ve ever imagined. “I’ll call you back in just a minute okay, I’m going to have someone come over with formula and then I’ll be over in an hour or so with a crib, okay?”

“Thank you so much, really Karen, thank you,” he tries not to cry again, feeling more supported than ever before.

Within 10 minutes there’s a knock at the door. Joyce rushes in with a few bags of things, “I just grabbed whatever they had at Bradley's, how is she?”

“Good, she’s really quiet?” He shares, thinking it’s strange. She’s been quiet in his arms, awake and aware as she looks around with her deep blue eyes, blinking heavily as she adjusts to the world.

Joyce sets everything down in the kitchen and washes her hands quickly before turning to him, “can I see her?”

He nods, handing her over carefully, “I don’t have a name for her or anything yet… her mom didn’t name her at the hospital or anything.”

“Oh hello, sweet girl,” she coos as she takes the little baby in her arms. “Steve, she’s so precious… how are you feeling?”

“Well, I fought monsters from another dimension so I feel like this should be a bit easier… but I’m terrified,” he’s able to laugh, hands on his hips as he watches her hold his baby.

His baby.

It didn’t take long for his mind to accept that he had a child, he felt nervous watching someone else hold her but he knew another mom was the safest option. Joyce would’ve killed for Will, and Jonathan if the same thing happened to him, so he knew his daughter was in good hands. literally.

Joyce sniffs the baby, both her head and her diaper to see if she needs a change. He knew she was going to have to teach him how to change one, and how to make her bottles and how to put her car seat in his car… “what the heck am I doing, Joyce?”

“Here,” Joyce hands her back to him and starts taking everything out of the paper grocery bags on his countertop. “So I got some formula, this is the brand I used with Will and these are the bottles I thought were the best 14 years ago… I’m sure they’re still good now.”

“I’m sure,” he agrees, watching carefully as she takes them out of the packaging and makes her way to the sink.

“Everything has to be sanitized and you can’t use regular tap water to mix with the formula, bottled is best but if you have to use the tap then you should boil it first,” she explains, running the hot water in his sink to fill up a bowl of water. “When you wash the bottles, it’s best to do them in a plastic basin or bowl so that the sink doesn’t contaminate what you’re trying to clean.”

“Got it, everything has to be hospital quality,” he makes a joke, sanitizing wasn’t something he even thought of when it came to a baby but it made sense.

“As babies grow they need different amounts of food, her tummy is only the size of a walnut right now, so she should only be having a few ounces every few hours. If she doesn’t finish everything in the bottle you have to throw it out, you can’t reuse it even if she doesn’t finish it.”

She lets the bottles soak in the bowl for a minute, showing him the back of the tin of formula. She walks him through how the measuring works and explains how schedules are really important to having a baby. She explains how he’ll want to read some parenting books, he can call her any time he has questions, she lives just down the road and she’d drop everything for him, his family.

When Karen shows up she has Ted's truck absolutely full of things. They set up a crib in Steve’s room, she has 3 totes of clothes labelled newborn, 1-3 and 3-6 months written on them. There’s a bunch of burb cloths and swaddle blankets, Karen teaches him how the car seat goes into and comes out of his car and where it can go safely. He’s overwhelmed with things and information, he’s bombarded with books and pamphlets and support groups.

Karen offers to babysit while he’s at work, holding her close and swooning over how sweet she is. “Do you have any name ideas?”

He shakes his head, “no… how did you pick your kids names?”

“Well, as much as people think we picked Nancy because of Nancy drew, it’s actually my grandmother's name and Michael was Ted’s father's name, he passed a few months before we had Mike. Holly was conceived on Christmas, so it’s a little self-explanatory,” she can’t help but smile. “You’ll find something that means a lot to you, I’m sure.”

Eddie comes up the stairs then, hair messy and PJs all wrinkled from a long night's rest, “what’s with all the foot traffic up here? You having a party without me, Stevie?”

“Oh good, you’re up,” Steve is relieved, it’s a little after 1pm, “can you go to the trailer park and make sure Max has had lunch today?”

“yeah…” he agrees as he stops in the doorway of the kitchen, “who’s baby is that?”

“Um, mine,” Steve admits, terrified again. “I have a daughter, apparently.”

“With Nancy?” He jumps to conclusions seeing as Karen Wheeler was holding his baby.

“No, no, no,” they both shake their heads, “no I just called them for help.”

“Dude, what?” He rubs his eyes, thinking this is all some crazy dream. “Since when do you have a baby?”

“Come here,” he takes Eddie by the elbow and leads him out of the room so he can tell him all the facts, not knowing Karen and Joyce are right by the doorway, listening in so they can gossip later. “I slept with Brenda Ross the night of the big game-- before all hell broke loose. She had a baby 3 days ago and didn’t want her, so she’s mine now. I get you don’t want to live in the same house as a screaming kid or whatever—

“I never said that,” Eddie cuts him off. “Don’t expect me to babysit it, but this is your house, she’s your kid, I’m sure it’ll be fine? Right?”

He sighs, “god, I hope.”

—

He takes her to work that night with a new diaper bag full of things and sets her on the counter in her car seat while he works. He switches off with Keith who doesn’t say much and about an hour into his shift, Robin clocks over from the arcade next door.

“And who’s this?” She peeks into the car seat to see a sleeping newborn.

“So, big news… Brenda had my baby, apparently.”

She laughs, “funny, no seriously, is her mom in the bathroom or something?”

“I’m 100 percent serious, Robin,” he stares at her with a straight face, nervous as all hell for her reaction. “Brenda and her mom dropped her off with me today and she doesn’t want to be in her life. She only has me now.”

He watches robins face drop and for once in her life, she has no words. “Steve?”

“I know,” he pinches the bridge of his nose so he doesn’t start crying again. “Um, Karen and Joyce gave me a bunch of stuff for her, I’m sure Nancy will already know about it when you call her later tonight.”

“She always knew this would happen,” Robin scoffs, shaking her head in pure disbelief. “After your six little nuggets speech, she expected you to have at least 1 or 2 baby mamas, never thought you’d be a single dad, though.”

“Me either,” he sighs. “She’s really good though for a newborn? She’s only cried a little when she was hungry and she fell asleep in the car, she’s pretty calm.”

“Yeah, thats good,” she agrees but he can see the worry on her face.

“You don’t think I can do it, do you?”

“What?” She doesn’t know where he pulled that conclusion from.

“I’m an idiot, I barely made it through high school, I never got into tech, we work at this place and make barely nothing for all the time we spend here and now I have a baby. Tell me how it’s not going to work out, tell me I’m in over my head and I should just drop her off at the fire station,” he lets all his insecurities fall out

She pulls him into a hug and holds him close, she soothes a hand down his back with one hand and cradles his head with the other. “Steve, you’re not an idiot. You’re not a failure. You’re not going to be like your dad.”

He finally breaks, crying into her shoulder as he holds her back. “It’s okay, Stevie, let it all out,” she keeps rubbing his back, “I can’t imagine how stressful today was… but I also can’t wait to hear about it later?”

He pulls back and wipes his tears off his face and takes a deep breath after a few sniffles. “Sorry… and thanks, it’s been a bit overwhelming t say the least. Joyce taught me a bunch of stuff about bottles and Karen gave me some parenting books, so when she’s asleep later tonight I’ll probably be reading them.”

“And if she doesn’t sleep?” Robin worries, “how are you going to keep up going to work and watching her?”

He shrugs, “Karen offered to babysit… I just didn’t want to part with her tonight and I couldn’t call out, and if she likes it maybe I'll bring her often?”

“Is it real?” She asks as if he can read her mind. “Love at first sight?”

He nods, “oh yeah, I didn’t even blink twice when Brenda said she was mine, I was more sad knowing she didn’t want her. I know what that’s like… I don’t want her to feel unwanted one day.”

“She won’t,” Robin knows that for sure. “She’s got you, me, and I’m sure once she’s more fun, Eddie will come around.”

“He said he didn’t want to babysit her, but he’s got no problem living with her, so I don’t have to worry about him leaving me,” he admits yet another fear that’s been on his mind.

“You worried about that?”

He nods, unsure how to explain it. “He’s one of my best friends.”

“Mhm,” she smirks, reading between the lines for all the things he won’t say, but they’re there in his eyes.

—

The first week is a transition for sure, he has a hell of a time explaining it to all the kids and an even harder time fighting off all their name suggestions. The most difficult part was not sleeping, but he’s mostly used to that with the nightmares he gets, anyway.

They wake up together every 3 hours, Steve has a bottle-making station in his room and a changing station on his dresser. Her crib is right beside his bed but she spends most of her time sleeping on him. She enjoys the warmth of his chest, they bond quickly and he feels like he knows her as the days go on. He can tell what her sounds mean, which cry means she needs to burp and which one means she can't feel him anymore and requires his closeness to feel safe.

But he doesn’t know this cry… she’s been crying for an hour now and because he feels bad about keeping robin up, he’s taken her down to the kitchen, on the other side of the house, to rock her and shush her and try and make it stop.

Eddie eventually drags himself upstairs and away from whatever he was doing to see if they were okay. He finds Steve crying as he holds her, whispering that it’s okay and she can stop crying now, but his fear only perpetuates hers.

Something in Eddie breaks, he went from not wanting anything to do with Harrington's hook-up baby to walking over and taking her from his arms carefully. “Hey, it’s okay, take a break, Stevie.”

“I don’t know why she won’t stop crying,” he sounds so broken, so tired, just completely drained.

Eddie’s never held a baby before, but copying other people is easy for him. He places his arms in the same position Steve had his before, cradling the tiny human carefully but with enough support to feel secure. “It’s okay… why don’t you go get her another bottle? I’ll hold her, it’s okay.”

“Okay,” Steve wipes his tears off his face with the back of his hands and takes a few deep breaths. “Thank you, I’m sorry I didn't mean to wake you—

“Hey,” Eddie stops him, using his free hand to reach out and cup Steve’s cheek and bring his attention back to him. “I’m up till 5am anyway, my sleep schedule is horrible. You know that.” He explains while gently bobbing his body, relaxing the baby enough that her cry settles to a sad whimper.

“Still, you said you didn’t—

“You’re suffering,” he says what he’s thinking, pressing his lips together in an awkward smile. “I can’t let you suffer, go take a break, have a nap. Look, she’s fine?” He references down to her, she’s calming down now that Steve is calming down. “She was feeding off your energy…”

“How’d you do that?” He is in awe of how Eddie looks holding his baby. His hair is up in a messy bun, and he’s in an old ratty t-shirt and a pair of Steve’s old pyjama bottoms that he took when he first moved in. He looks so cozy and at home and has the same effect on Steve’s daughter as on Steve himself.

He’s pure safety.

Eddie shrugs, still rocking her gently, he uses both hands to cradle her in his arms and he smiles down at her, “I guess not all crotch goblins are bad… she’s cute, and normally she doesn’t cry that much so I had to come up and check on you. I know I said I don’t want to babysit, but if you need 5 minutes, just bring her downstairs, I’ll watch her so you can take a breather.”

“You don’t have to,” he keeps trying to carry the burden all on his own.

“I know,” he gives Steve a little smile and then back down to the baby. “So, have you given any thought to a name for her or am I just supposed to call her Her?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” he lets out another shaky breath. “It’s hard to pick, she doesn’t look like anything specific and nothing feels good enough… and what goes with Harrington anyway?”

“You don’t have to give her the Harrington name,” Eddie reminds him. “You can put anything on the papers. She could be Samantha Humperdink, they don’t care as long as you sign it and register her.”

“Humperdink,” Steve manages to laugh, “really?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles back, eyes glistening with pure joy.

He looks so good holding a baby. Especially Steve's baby.

Steve can’t stop looking at him. “So if I put Munson on there, you’d be fine with it?” It just slips out, but Eddie doesn’t think it’s weird. He doesn’t really react at all, he simply thinks about it.

“Mmm, Buckley-Munson, with a hyphen,” he teases, not believing he’d actually do that.

“I was thinking Stacy,” he’s honest, he hasn’t even told Robin, he keeps telling her he’s still thinking. “It means—

“Resurrection,” Eddie knows, staring down at her with a smile, he could see her as a Stacy. “It’s fitting for a Munson, not so much a Harrington.”

“I know,” he’s thought about it a lot.

“Anastasia Harrington sounds good,” Eddie proposes, “sounds like a reporter on channel 4, I’m Anastasia Harrington reporting live from the scene,” he makes a girly voice and uses his pointer finger to make her bottom lip move as she talks. “I like it.”

“Can you come upstairs with me?” Steve asks, selfishly, he knows she’s ready to go to sleep for real now and he doesn’t want to say goodnight to Eddie yet. “I just don’t want to take her out of your arms and risk her getting fussy again.”

“Yeah,” Eddie doesn’t think twice about it, he simply follows Steve up the stairs and into his room. He sits on the bed and carefully lays the baby down on the mattress in the middle so she has no room to roll and fall off… she’s nowhere close to being old enough to do that on her own, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

He rests his big hand on her little tummy so she knows he’s still there, she’s all swaddled up and cozy, blinking in the low light of his room, fading off into sleep. Eddie stares at her with a smile, she’s adorable and every day she starts to look less like an alien and more like Steve.

Steve gets into bed beside him with a pregnancy book and the birth certificate papers in hand. “Any middle name ideas?”

“Huh?” Eddie turns to him, completely lost in thought. “Middle names?”

“Yeah, I need to pick one,” he shows Eddie the paper and all the space there to fill in her full name, he’s already written Anastasia, so thats official.

“Do you have any family names you could put there?”

He shakes his head, “my moms an only child, I’m not using her name and my dads got all brothers… my grandmas are Elizabeth and Beatrice?”

“Elizabeth is nice,” Eddie likes it simply because it starts with E, he feels like a part of him would be there in her name.

“I think that’s Robin’s middle name too,” he says, but really he knows it is for sure. He knows everything about her, she was his other best friend after all.

“So then it’s double meaningful,” Eddie agrees, “I’m sure Nancy and Robin will be her godmothers, right?”

“I never thought about that… but yeah,” Steve agrees, and it’s good that they’re together so they don’t take up both spots. “Do you want to be her other godparent? You know, with whoever you end up with one day?”

“You’d trust me with her if you died?”

Steve nods, it’s really a no-brainer. “I trusted you with my first kid and you almost died to protect him, so yeah. Yeah, I really trust you with her.”

Eddie picks her back up and cradles her ever so gently, “I’d be honoured to be her godfather… it’s the closest I’ll get to being a dad.”

“Don’t say that," Steve retorts, it breaks his heart a little to hear him say that. “It could still happen?”

“I like men, dude, remember?” Eddie reminds him with a laugh, “it can’t happen, thats now how biology works.”

“Adoption? Step-parenting?” He suggests, “one day it could be legal to marry other guys and you’ll get with someone who tried the whole family thing and you’ll be the cool stepdad every kid dreams of.”

He can’t help but smile as he thinks about it, but the only thoughts he has currently is watching this little girl grow up with Steve by his side. His stupid crush on his roommate and best friend was starting to become too much for him to handle.

“Maybe,” he agrees. “That sounds nice.”

“I don’t get why people think being gay is bad, it’s not like we all don’t have gay thoughts sometimes…”

“Most people don’t…” he says softly, wondering what Steve means by that but he won’t dare ask.

“Robin said that too but like, I’m pretty confident I like girls but kissing boys is nice too,” he admits, both the sleep deprivation and Eddie’s calming presence make it come out easily.

Eddie looks at him with huge, wide eyes blown out with pure shock and wonder, “you’ve kissed boys?”

He nods, “Tommy H… many times.”

“Interesting,” Eddie takes that in very slowly. His eye almost begins to twitch as he accepts it. He’s not crazy. There’s been a spark there with Steve this whole time. “So would you two just like, get drunk and kiss or?”

He nods, “and then pretended like we didn’t, but really it was just him who was drunk after a while. I just liked kissing him… I kinda miss it sometimes. When he was plastered he was really sweet with me and when he was sober he was a dick.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he feels for him. He really does. “But you know, it doesn’t have to always be like that? If you find someone, anyone, guy or girl, who makes you feel safe and happy, that’s who you should be with.”

Steve's eyes start to well with tears and he pinches the bridge of his nose to try and compose himself. He knows he’s too tired and when he’s this tired he’ll say anything. “Thank you.”

“Do you want me to go?” He asks, feeling like he overstayed his welcome.

He shakes his head, “no…” his voice breaks and he cries again. “I’m so tired of doing this alone and it’s been a week... A week, Ed's. What if I can't do this?”

“You can and I'm always here for you,” he agrees. “Stacy is asleep, you want me to put her in her crib? Then we can just hang out like old times?”

“If you want…” he looks down at his watch through the tears to see the time. “She has to eat again in 58 minutes.”

“She just ate?”

“She has a tiny stomach,” Steve explains. “She has 2 ounces of food every 3 hours which is 10 feedings a day and when she’s like 4 months old it goes to 5 feedings a day and at 6 months I can give her baby food.”

“That’ll be fun, I remember the blueberry puree is so fucking delicious,” he groans, leaning back against the pillows with Stacy still in his arms.

Steve moves in closer and rests his chin on eddies shoulder and stares down at his baby. “It’ll be a lot of fun when she starts being a person… you know, smiling, laughing, talking…”

“Think she’ll call you dad or mom first?” He teases, enjoying how cuddling Steve suddenly got.

He simply shrugs, "Doesn't matter to me," he replies, eyes fluttering, he’s tired and comfortable and safe. His stress levels are down, Eddie’s breathing is calming and so Steve falls asleep there on his shoulder.

Eddie basks in the glory of being with Steve in sweet moments like these. They’ve fallen asleep together in this bed before, crossfaded from a night of self-medicating and sharing their struggles with nightmares. He’s felt the warmth of Steve's arms around him many times, but holding Steve’s daughter, who has a name they picked together, who Steve trusts him with, with Steve sound asleep on his shoulder?

It’s more affection and love than Eddie ever expected to feel from his best friend.

—

Eddie gets a lot more comfortable with Stacy after a few more days. He watches her for a whole 2 hours completely alone, he makes her a bottle and changes her diaper and rocks her to sleep all while Steve registers his tiny human as a real person and picks up some groceries. He comes basically running down the basement stairs once he’s home, missing his little girl dearly, finding her passed out on Eddie’s chest while he reads one of Steve’s many parenting books.

It stops him dead in his tracks when he sees it.

His heart beats like mad in his chest as he realizes why it’s such a sight to be seen.

He’s madly in love with Eddie and how he takes care of him, how he makes him feel safe and secure and more loved than anyone he was ever supposed to call his family before. Eddie is such a wonderful person, Steve knew that, but now his daughter gets to know that too. She gets to experience twice the amount of love kids are supposed to feel from their dads. Because she has 2.

“Did it go okay?” Eddie asks, lowering the book from his face to see Steve. He’s running his other hand over Stacy’s back, soothing her as she sleeps, the same way Steve does every night.

He nods and makes his way closer, he sits on the edge of the bed and smiles, “she’s officially a Harrington…”

“Lucky duck,” he smirks, leaning in and gently kissing the top of her little head. “All the girls here would kill to be a Harrington.”

“Too bad I don’t want any of them,” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Even before having a baby, he wasn’t going on dates, he was bored with the options and the personalities and he never knew why at first. Now he knows it’s because he was coming home to the biggest personality, the kindest soul, the best option for him in all of Hawkins.

“Don’t blame you there,” Eddie laughs along. “Who needs a wife when you’ve already got the best outcome of marriage right here. A perfect little girl who’s just like you.”

“She’s not even a month old, Ed’s, how much like me can she be?”

“Well for one, she can fall asleep anywhere,” he teases, not knowing Steve never had that problem until he met Eddie. He only let his guard down enough to fall asleep because he was around now, everyone was safe with Eddie in their friend group, and it allowed him to close his eyes without fear.

“And two, she can chug like a champ,” Eddie throws in. “I can’t be the only one who remembers keg stand king Steve.”

He groans, “the hangover wasn’t worth the title.”

“I bet,” he tries not to laugh in case the movement of his chest wakes her up. “And she’s cute. Cute as heck. It’s definitely your fault.”

Steve swoons, feeling his face heat up and no doubt blushing, “yeah okay… if anything she’s like me because she feels this safe with you.”

“You do?” He asks, eyes as bright as if a universe was forming behind them.

“Yeah,” he kicks off his shoes and climbs into the bed beside him, cuddling into his side with his head on Eddie’s shoulder and laying his hand over Eddie’s, on Stacy’s back. “The safest. I think she knows that too.”

Eddie lets out a deep breath, “thats all I could hope for.”

Steve kisses his shoulder gently and rests his chin right back where it was, “Can I say something… something that could change us forever?”

“I don’t think anything could change us for the worse,” he admits, feeling like he knows where this is going.

“I wouldn’t want to have a family with anyone else,” he admits. There’s no going back now. “I was really scared to marry a woman one day and have a kid and do all that normal stuff only to have my life fall to shit like my parents… and now I don’t have to do that. I have my baby. I have you. I’m good.”

“Do you know the panic that ripped through me when I saw her?” He whispers, feeling a bit ashamed for it. “I thought for sure you’d get with her mom and do the right thing and kick me out of the basement 'cause I’m a bad influence on a little life.”

“I could never,” Steve lifts his head from eddies shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Even when Brenda showed up with her, I offered to co-parent but I didn’t want to date her or marry her or do the right thing regarding her mom… I have always liked the idea of being a dad, not so much the having a wife part.”

“Why’s that, Steve?” He wants to hear him say it.

“Cause I don’t want to end up like my dad,” he’s honest, too honest. “And I rather have a husband.”

Eddie swoons but he also feels like he can’t breathe as it all comes to light, thanks to the ball of sunshine resting on his chest.

“Is it too late to put Munson on that birth certificate?” He teases, cutting into the emotions in the room with a knife.

Steve laughs too, holding him a bit tighter, “she has 2 middle names… it’s a long ass name, but everything important is in there.”

“What is it?”

“Anastasia Elizabeth Munson Harrington…”

“So she can go by Stacy Munson if she wants to one day,” he can’t believe it, his name attached to something so pure and perfect and part Steve. His eyes well with tears, “I love it, Stevie.”

“Good,” he leans in to kiss Eddie on the cheek, only for him to turn and capture Steve’s lips with his own.

Steve rests his hand on Eddie’s cheek, holding him there as he kisses him gently for the first time. Like a cartoon, he feels as though hearts are flowing out of his head and filling the room. He’s wanted to kiss Eddie for almost a year now, ever since he held that stupid broken bottle to his neck and stared at him with those broken doe eyes.

Their noses still touch when he pulls back, more millimetres from each other, smiling as they stared into each other's eyes. “You think her eyes will turn brown?” Eddie whispers, admiring the chocolate swirls for the first time after years of thinking his own eyes were boring.

He nods, “if you read the book a bit more it says the blue often leaves a few weeks after birth.”

“Good, then she'll really look like us,” he smiles before stealing another quick kiss. “Thank you…”

“For?” He asks. It sounds a lot bigger than just him being grateful his name on the birth certificate.

“Not letting me die back there, believing me the whole time, insuring I wasn’t homeless,” the list could go on. He was forever grateful for Steve. “I’m really glad I’m here for this.”

“I’m glad you’re here too,” Steve kisses him again and again before he pulls back and looks down at their sweet girl, “I’m glad she has you. I can’t imagine a world where she’s here and you’re not. I never want to either.”

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viridwns · 2 years

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Phantomhive mom!AU

Masterlist

Yandere!Vincent Phantomhive x fem implied!reader

warnings: A bit of implied stalking, not much further

A/N: It’s a bit short, but this is how Vincent met his darling

Where it all began

The air is still hot and the sun is still shining brightly even with the cold and rainy autumn days nearing, Summer was still clinging to the small bit of time it had left. You are fiercely enjoying the warm days as your white summer dress was flowing with the cold breeze that made the warmth a bit more bearable. You had the biggest smile on your face as you walked through the sea of people; happy to leave your lonely countryside house a bit and explore the market to its fullest. You were a flower farmer and loved being it, but being a single woman at your age was quite bothersome at moments. You were alone most of the time, being surrounded by rows and rows of still blooming flowers. The colder days were nearing and you had to make some accommodations to keep the flowers alive and well. The coming months would be troublesome, but they paid well as flowers were hard to get in those months and nobles were practically overwhelming you with money to have some color and happiness in their homes.

It was quite obvious you were a country lad as you were wearing brown boots under your gown with a big straw hat on your head; blue daisies’, lupines’ and Geraniums’ were neatly bundled up and placed on top of the piece as a little decoration you made yourself. The flowers symbolizing the mood you’re in perfectly.

You walked past the different stands with people shouting their lungs out in the hope to attract some customers. It seemed crazy, but the yelling actually worked as you heard a female scream things about delicious fruits. Your smile only grew wider as your mouth began to water; you really craved some sweet apples right now.

Almost skipping to the booth, you let your eyes wander over the many summery foods. “Can I have 6 of your sweetest apples and one watermelon, please?” You looked up at the quite young lady and she nodded at your request; picking up one of the watermelons that were in her reach. You had to contain yourself for not reaching at the fruit like a toddler reaching up to their parents to be picked up. The lady looked over the many crates full of fruit with furrowed brows, she seemed to be looking for something, your apples you presumed. You waited patiently for her to find the goods. With the snap of her fingers she pointed at a crate by your feet. “Ah—Let me get those for you.” The woman, you guess was around 16, struggles as she tried to get away from behind her stand. You put your hand up and shake your head. The girl stopped in her tracks and raised her brows as she looked at you with big eyes. “Please, they are literally next to me. Just say what it costs and I’ll get the apples myself. It’s really no big deal.” You smiled at her as she nodded and shuffled back to her place. “Thank you.” She gave you a pursed lip smile as she said the price. You reached in your pockets and gave her the asked amount and grabbed the watermelon from her as you put it in your basket you wove yourself.

“Have a nice day!” She cheered at you as a new customer arrived. You nodded at her and walked over to the crate filled with delicious looking apples. You hummed a small tune as you bend down to grab a few of them, but before you could reach for one, a person bummed into you. You let out a gasp as you stumbled forward; your feet tripping over the crate making you loose a battle with gravity as it pulled you down. Your instincts made you close your eyes as the ground came closer and you braced yourself for impact, but when you didn’t feel any searing pain plaguing your body, you slowly opened your eyes again to see what was happening.

As the shock left your system, you could feel something wrapping around your waist that prevented you from having a make out session with the filthy street. You breath was heavy as your vision slowly began to take everything in again. Your face was covered in surprise as you looked up to a navy haired male. His eyes big and his brows raised as he was the one keeping you from falling.

“Are you alright, miss?” He asked you as he helped you on your feet again. You were still holding onto his shoulder as you let out an awkward laugh. “Yes, if it wasn’t for you I would be on the ground right now.” You said. He gave you an apologetic look. “Well, if it wasn’t for me, you would have never tripped in the first place. I am terribly sorry.” You let your hands slide from his shoulders and shake your head. “It is all fine. Accidents happen.” You replied. You looked down at the mess that had occurred due to you dropping your basket. The watermelon had burst open and its contents were splattered all over the cobble path; your apples scattered all over the road. You huffed and bend down, picking up the apples that fell out of your basket and the crate. You half expected the man to walk around you and continue with his day. His attire was quite expensive and you guessed he was some kind of noble enjoying the last bits of summer sun he could get.

It surprised you when he also crouched down to help you clean up the mess. You looked at him with wide eyes and raised brows. “What are you doing?” It slipped from your tongue without even thinking about it. You bit your cheek and rolled your eyes at the stupidness of the question. Not every noble was a douche.

He laughed as he put an apple into your basket. “Playing chess.” He replied. His snarky reply made you roll your eyes. “Haha, very funny.” You said, sarcasm clear in your tone. He snickered, standing up as he picked up your basket. You rose with him, quirking a brow at his actions. He noticed your shift in attitude and cleared his throat. “Let me buy you new fruit, it is the least I can do lady—” He stopped his sentence, realizing he never got your name. You smiled. “[L/N], [Y/N] [L/N]” You finished his sentence and he nodded; a hint of a smile tucking at his lip. “Lady [L/N], it is a pleasure to meet you.” He stuck out his hand and you cocked your head to the side; some hair falling over your face as you did so. You shook his hand. “Likewise, lord—” Now it was his turn to finish your sentence. He did. “Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive.” As his name left his mouth, you jolted back a bit; fixing your posture as you did a quick curtsy. You didn’t know this was the earl Phantomhive. One of the mightiest earls’ in England. He had influence all over the country. You didn’t know why you suddenly felt guilty. He bumped into you, but you were the one sweating here.

“Oh—I am so sorry my lord. Forgive me for my rudeness.” You held your head low as your face was the color of a freshly plucked tomato. He cocked an eyebrow, before bursting into laughter. Your sweating increased. You were scared for your life here and he was laughing at you.

After a while of him humiliating you, he calmed down again. You still didn’t look at him. You just stood there, not moving an inch. He looked at your cowered form. Worry took over him as he noticed you were seriously scared of him because of his status. “Hey—” He lifted your face with his gloved hand, making your eyes shift to his dark ones. “—you have nothing to worry about. I am just a human, like you, enjoying the market.” He gave you a reassuring smile, you gulped and nodded. That’s right, he was just a human being. You were still flustered by the way he grabbed your face, but nonetheless your shoulders lost tension and you visibly relaxed. Vincent approved of this as he let go of your chin and went to buy you new fruits.

As you were walking further over the bustling market with your new fruits in your hand and the earl by your side, you noticed how normal he actually was. The two of you had great conversations and he seemed to love flustering you. He even wanted to buy tons of bouquets from your little shop and had shown actual interest in your job as florist. You had met other nobles that would push you to your knees if you even looked at them, but he was kind and snarky; matching your own personality quite well.

As the streets became darker and the sky turned a pretty pink, you decided it was time to head home. “I had a great time with you lord Phantomhive.” You smiled as he walked you to the outskirts of the city. He nodded in agreement. “I did too and please call me Vincent, [Y/N].” You blushed at his request and laughed shyly. Tucking some lost hair strands behind your ear. He was enamored by your timid side. “Well I think this is goodbye.” You grinned at him and waited for the earl to reply. He shook his head in a sad manor. “I think it is.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you as neither of you wanted to leave. “Or—” You raised a brow as he reached for your hat, snatching it. “Hey—” You sneered as you tried to reach for the straw hat; standing on your tippy toes to try and grab it. He laughed at your futile attempts, dangling the hand just out of your reach. You eventually gave up and crossed your arms with a huff. “—oh no, what would you do without your hat? Seems like you have to visit me sometime to ask it back.” He turned around and waved the hat at you; walking back into the still busy city.

You were shocked to say the least, but your surprised face soon turned into a delighted one as you started to giggle and walk back home. “He is such a dork.” You said to none other then yourself as you walked into the sunset.

If you had turned around again maybe you could spot the lovestruck earl in the shadows seeing your form disappear in the distance with an awed expression on his face.

He has finally found the love of his life.

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fictionalmenmakemecry · 11 months

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Bruce Wayne's therapist

Author's note: Hey guys! It's been awhile and to be honest I've been craving some Batman since watching the movie ( I'm well aware that it's been over a year). I've been going back and forth wondering if I should. So here's a sample of my ideas. Let me know what you think!

Ps. This is not going to be accurate to any comics. Please don't come after me. I'm just having fun with my imagination!

Characters: Bruce Wayne x Reader (Fem!)

Summary: Bruce and you have an arrangement for both of your needs. No feelings, strictly services which you are happy to participate in.

Warnings: Fluff

"You should be asleep" I spoke out into the dark quiet room.

Computer screens were the only source of light creating his silhouette.

"Mhmm" He grumbled completely slumped in his chair.

I walked over closer to see the usual site. Bruce staring at different CCTV footage of Gotham City.

His eyes drooped with fatigue and the permanent residue of black smudges around his eyes, giving him a deathly appearance.

His eyes slowly crawled their way to me but his head never moved.

"I don't know anymore. The more I try, the worse it seems" He mumbled.

"I don't think you're going to figure it out tonight" I murmured.

We stayed in silence for awhile. He was reluctant to leave his desk but he knew I wasn't going to move. He pulled himself up out of his chair. His stature slowing towering over me.

I still couldn't believe he was Batman. I knew Bruce had a rough background but to turn into someone like Batman... Well, that was fucked.

Finding out Bruce was Batman was an accident but not a mistake I made. Stumbling upon this bomb happened in a moment of madness. But only the madness Batman would find himself in. Of course, me being in the center of it.

I was a childhood friends before anything happened to him. Before the devastation of his parents passing. We lost contact or I guess he just disappeared off the face of the earth after that. I always wondered what came of him.

As much of an recluse he is. I did run into him and after all the years, I'm surprised we recognized each other. His face going pale when he first landed his eyes on me, I still remember clear as day. But that's when I met Bruce not Batman. Which is a whole other story.

I looked up at him. His hair a mess on his head.

"Come on, let's get to bed" I nudged him lightly.

He didn't budge.

He leaned his head down making light pecks on my neck. I angled my head wanting him to keep going.

"Mhmm" I moaned quietly, feeling his hands on my hips and his thumb sneaking it's way under my shirt.

Before I knew it, he had lifted me on his desk, He wedged himself between my legs looking me in the eyes.

"I need this" He whispered.

"I know" I said softly looking into his bloodshot eyes.

He dropped his head making me comb my fingers through his dirty hair.

To say that Bruce was under pressure was an understatement. He put pressure on himself to make a change, to deal with his trauma and to solve everyone's problems. He held everything on his shoulders and when it came down to it. Sex was the only thing that broke him down from all of that.

No strings attached. He made that clear. He didn't want a relationship. He wanted therapy, in the form of sex. Which I would gladly give and have given him, for the past 6 months.

Of course, within those 6 months I did find out his big secret. To be honest, I'm not saying fucking batman was not on my bucket list but it is now and yes, yes I have crossed it off. He refuses to fuck me in the suit which I've asked several times.

But I need to remember that fucking him is fun for me, but it's needed for him and I guess fucking in the suit just doesn't do the same job, therapy wise.

I felt my shirt getting lifted more and more until I had to raise my arms to get it off me. His eyes trailing down my body with an underlying hunger which made me squirm. His fingers grazed my collarbone to my shoulder making it way to the side of my breast.

I took a deep breath, feeling the teasing get to me like usual. He glanced up giving me the weakest of smiles.

Him seeing me squirm under his touch, I don't know if he got off on it or it made him relax. Either way it made me lose all of respect for myself and beg him to just slam me. Which he never did. He dragged it out as much as possible.

Savoring the peace he felt within those moments.

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Inherited Manor Challenge 2024 - A Sims 4 Gameplay and Build Mode Challenge For Only The Most Ambitious

You come from a long line of Occult Sims. Vampires, Mermaids, Werewolves, Spellcasters; all were welcome in your home (and present in your bloodline). You are, naturally, the rebel of the family and preferred the company of Sims and more modern amenities. After high school you decided to rid yourself of your occult ties and moved away from the family manor. This process reset your skills and you lost a few memories, but it was worth it to live the normal Sim life you had been dreaming of. Within a month you hear there was a terrible accident back home and your parents' lives were lost. Your father hadn't written you out of the will as you had expected, so you pack a bag to temporarily move home and decide what to do with the manor. You figure you'll sell it to your Spellcaster cousin. She's been a bit of a hot head, but always dreamed of a big house, and not getting along as kids is no reason to not act like adults. But, wait, why is there a hedge around the property? Why can't you get through it? Why does it smell like smoke? Your cousin and her husband, furious that you were set up to inherit the property, have set a curse on it and destroyed the home in the process. You have two choices: walk away and let them deal with the aftermath they created, or turn back to the lifestyle of your ancestors and reclaim what's yours. Are the suburbs really worth letting her win this way?

Warning: this challenge involves heavy fire damage. Please play responsibly.

The Goal

Fix up each room in order, meeting all of the requirements. Each room will have a required occult, some required items, and an overall monetary value to hit. You can check the Simoleon value of a room by selecting the room in build mode, then saving it to your library. It will show the cost of the room. Once you have completed a room, you can move on to the next one. Exact requirements, "hard mode" optional gameplay, and some FAQs will follow the rules.

The Setup

First, you have to determine if you are playing with the save file or the gallery upload. If you are playing on PC and have Vampires, Island Living, Werewolves, Realm of Magic, and Paranormal, you can use the save file. However, if you do not play on PC or don't have one of the required packs, you will have to use the gallery version. Missing even one pack will cause the damage on the lot to reset, which kind of defeats the challenge.

Here is a video I made that shows how to get started in the challenge and answers some frequently asked questions.

Save File Setup: 1 - Download the file here: http://www.simfileshare.net/download/4612595/ 2 - Place the save file in your save folder. If you followed a standard install procedure when you got the game (you would know if you didn't) you should find the save folder following this path: This PC > Documents > Electronic Arts > The Sims 4 > Saves. Make sure the save file does not share a name with any other save already in your game before saving to avoid accidentally overwriting an existing save in your game. That would really suck. 3 - Open your game 4 - Click "Load Game" (not "Resume") and select the file named "Inherited Manor Challenge 2024" 5 - If you have Seasons installed, you will have to select a season. Next, load into the Vampires world "Forgotten Hollow". The manor will be at the top of the map by the graveyard. We kicked Vlad out lol. 6 - Move a new Sim into the lot. The Sim must be a single non-occult young adult with no skills or bonus traits. You can set the aspiration, traits, likes, dislikes, gender, etc to whatever you want. You can create a Sim or use one from the gallery. 7 - Use the "freerealestate on" cheat to move your Sim into the Manor. On PC press ctrl+shift+c, on Mac press cmd+shift+c, and on console press all four trigger buttons to open the cheat bar, then type "freerealestate on". You should see a confirmation message. You can now move your Sim into the manor. 8 - Set your household funds to zero. Type "money 0" into the cheat bar. Lock the back door in the kitchen if the lock setting didn't stick. 9 - You can use whatever life span, neighborhood stories, season length, or other gameplay settings you want. I do recommend turning off the dust system if you own Bust the Dust as it becomes a hinderance to gameplay as it accumulates in the rooms you can't access.

Gallery Download Setup: edit: after posting all of this the gallery upload was giving me a ton of issues, so unfortunately I had to remove many of the photos for it to work, just so you're aware. 1 - Open an existing save file or create a new one 2 - Chose any lot that is at least 40x30. The manor was built on Vlad's lot in Forgotten Hollow but if you don't have that world, or don't like it, you can play elsewhere. 3 - Download and place the manor from the gallery. My Gallery ID is sahmandbean and the Lot Title is IMC 2024. 4 - Exit the lot to the map view and proceed from step 6 above.

The Rules

To enter the Manor, you must become a Vampire. Each section has a designated occult. You will begin by transforming your Sim into a Vampire, completing the rooms in order in the Vampire section of the Manor, then reverting back to a normal Sim before transitioning into a Mermaid to fulfill the requirements of the next section of the house, and the same with Werewolf and Spellcaster. (If at any point you don't own the necessary pack for that occult type, just skip to the next occult or stay in your current occult. For example, if you don't have Vampires, you must become a Mermaid to enter the manor, and if you don't have Werewolves you must complete the second floor as a Mermaid or Spellcaster, but not a normal Sim.) Once you have completed your transformation into the designated occult, you may go into build mode and remove the cursed hedge blocking your way.

As you enter each new room, make sure you clean it, replace or remove all of the burned items, and fulfill the requirements listed below. There are maps as well, which will hopefully help. If at any point you have questions or feel stuck, join this discord server to ask and get help from myself and the other challenge players in the community. Standard rules let you live in the full area designated to the occult, but you have to work on one room at a time. For example, as soon as you are a mermaid you can use the pool, but you cannot clean the yard up until after you have completed the other rooms in the area in the order listed below. Hard mode, however... Well, more about that after the normal rules.

Also, if at any point you get stuck and decide to use a cheat to transform your Sim in or out of an Occult life state, it will cost you. First transformation will be $10,000, then the second is $25,000, and it will double from there. Use a calculator and "money [amount]" to settle the balance.

You may not at any point sell anything from an area you are not working on for money, or any of the landscaping. You can rework the landscaping after you have completed the Manor but you can't use it as a get rich quick scheme.

Here are the room requirements. Remember, these are just minimums. You can add a bathtub and bed to the entryway if you want, for example, so your Sim can maintain some needs, but if you are not going to leave them there make sure you remove them before calculating the total value of the room. Also if at any point an item in a completed room is broken or lost, whether to the repo man or a fire or some other reason, it must be replaced or repaired before continuing with whatever room you were working on.

As a Vampire Entryway: Simoleons: $25,000 Items: Two Knight of the Octagon Table statues, living chair, rug, accent table, and two wall decorations Coat Closet: Simoleons: $5000 Items: sofa or loveseat; two “coat closet” like items, like coat racks, umbrellas, or shoes Office: Simoleons: $15,000 Items: desk, Seance Table with two or more chairs, bookshelf, computer, rug Hallway: Simoleons: $10,000 Items: four pieces of wall art, rug Big bathroom: Simoleons: $5000 Items: bath or shower, two sinks, toilet, two mirrors, toilet paper Kitchen: Simoleons: $25,000 Items: six counters, fridge, stove, sink, dining table, four dining chairs, trash can, bowl of fruit Cupcake Room: Simoleons: $10,000 Items: cupcake factory, kitchen appliance Dining Room and Vestibule: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: dining table, six dining chairs, hutch, and keep the big painting in the dining room; living chair and lamp in the vestibule

As a Mermaid Bar: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: bar, seating for six, clock Half Bath: Simoleons: $2000 Items: toilet, sink, mirror, and toilet paper Ballroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: stereo, piano or pipe organ, fireplace, mirror, a table that can hold food in the event of a party Yard and Shed: Items: keep the pool; four planters, woodworking table, fountain, wedding arch, grill, telescope, seating for 10, and monkey bars

As a Werewolf Landing: Simoleons: $10,000 Items: couch, chess table Art Gallery: Simoleons: $35,000 Items: seating for four, rug, six pieces created by your sim, twelve pieces of art overall Purple Bedroom: Simoleons: $40,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, fireplace, two skill and/or activity items in the bedroom; dresser and chair in each closet; two sinks, toilet, toilet paper, and bath or shower in the bathroom Blue Bedroom: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: bed space for two, one skill or activity item, rug, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Pink Bedroom: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Hall Bathroom: Simoleons: $3000 Items: bench, toilet, sink

As a Spellcaster Yellow Bedroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Green Bedroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Hall and Bathroom: Simoleons: $5000 Items: toilet, sink, mirror, toilet paper, six lights, rug Black Bedroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Red Bedroom and tower: Simoleons: $50,000 Items: double bed, bar, desk, rug, dresser, fireplace, couch, bookshelf, and armchair in the bedroom; dresser, mirror, chair, and shoe rack in the closet; two sinks, two mirrors, tub, shower, toilet, and toilet paper in the bathroom

Hard Mode Optional Start Rules - Start as a teen (no skills, occult, etc) instead of a young adult and balance High School on top of the manor. - Stay exclusively in the current room. Use more magical hedges if necessary. - There are photos of the pre-destroyed manor scattered about. Identify and replace the exact items in each photo. Some of them are locked behind careers, so it is up to you exactly how hard you want to make that on yourself. "Buying" the item off the gallery is acceptable. - Turn on all lot challenges and remove them randomly as you complete rooms. - Double Simoleon requirements for each room. If you have Get to Work, you must marry and have at least one child with an Alien. - Throw a gold dinner party after completing each individual occult phase before transforming back into a regular Sim. - Max out each occult skill tree.

The end goal of this challenge is for you to have fun! Mix and match the rules a little if you feel stuck, marry Father Winter, have a relative named Rosebud conveniently leave you a small inheritance...

FAQ

If you have a question not answered here, please join the discord and ask in the designated Inherited Manor 2024 channels.

How to I become a...? And how do I turn back into a normal Sim? To become a Vampire, become good friends with a Vampire and ask to be turned. The process takes a few days so be prepared to live at the gym for a bit. The cure can be crafted after reaching Level 15 Vampire Lore skill and gathering the necessary ingredients. To become a Mermaid, eat one Mermadic Kelp. To transform back into a regular Sim, eat two in a row. The kelp can be found diving, fishing, gifted by a dolphin, or purchased with reward points. To become a Werewolf, as a Werewolf to turn you (similar to the Vampire). The cure can be crafted after finding the recipe in "An Insider's Guide to Being a Werewolf", a book found in the underground tunnels. To become a Spellcaster, travel to The Magic Realm and talk to a Sage. They will give you a mini quest. This is by far the easiest one.

Can I get married? Yes, but your spouse (regardless if an occult Sim or not) can only access the areas you have already unlocked. Your spouse must live on the lot with you until death or divorce, and the kids cannot be moved out until they are teens. Your main Sim is the one that counts as far as transformations and unlocking areas goes.

What happens if my Sim dies? Find or create a fresh Sim and pick up where you left off. This can include a spouse or child.

Can I change the room requirements? Can I put a bedroom instead of an office? You can change whatever you want after the challenge is completed, but the required items must be present in the room to count it as done. You can add additional items if you want, of course, but not completely alter the function of the room.

Can I sell stuff in the house already for money if it isn't damaged? You can sell or replace whatever is in the current room. You can't sell a chair from the office to get money for the kitchen, etc. Remember to keep any items specified in the rules above.

How do I know what my save file name is? Each save file follows the same format: the word “save” followed by a period and eight numbers. For example, save.12345678. Make sure those numbers don’t match the numbers of the save file when you download it. If they do match, you can change a number in the challenge save file before you save it, so long as it is still follows the naming convention laid out above.

Your save file is broken! It loaded me into a household! It's not even the right lot/world/etc! If you're not on the right lot, sounds like you answered your own question. Go to the map view and click on Forgotten Hollow, and maybe read the setup instructions again.

Can I change the lifespan, season length, weather, holiday, etc etc? Yup! Change whatever you want so long as it isn't prohibited in the rules.

What counts as a piece of art my Sim made for the galery? Any project that can be started, stopped, and resumed, and/or your Sim is directly involved in the end quality of the item. This includes, but is not limited to, knit objects, paintings, books, woodworking objects, scientist career objects, and photographs. This does not include found items, such as posters or snow globes.

Do I have to hit the Simoleon requirement exactly? That is too much math, even for me. So long as you are at or over, you're good.

Can I add some lot traits or challenges? Absolutely. Remember, though, that you can't build outside your current zone. You can't add solar panels to the yard, for example, until you get to that point as a Mermaid, but you can set your lot to "Off The Grid" whenever.

Can I purchase traits from the reward store? Yes. You just can't have your Sim start with any reward traits or points.

Are there more challenges like this? Yes! This is actually the fourth version of this challenge. You can find more information here on tumblr, or by visiting my website here.

Can I make one of these, or help make the next one? Absolutely! The official Inherited Manor Discord will be the best place to keep up to date on the challenge. I only ping everyone at the start of building the challenge for the year and when it is released, so don't worry about me blowing up your phone. Can't wait to connect with you there!

Huge thanks to chat for all their help during the streams, and a special thanks to my playtesters: Alasmina debs Foxbird kittycatxo miraclesnjoy SRSimmer Tessa Who?

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