So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw

"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"

"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"

"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"

"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."

"… Maddie?"

"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."

There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"

"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.

"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"

Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.

"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."

Everyone in the league knows about Eddie Munson. He has the makings of a great pitcher, except for the fact that his slider has a 75% chance of sliding too high and his fastballs mostly end up in the dirt. His technique is wild, flailing, unrestrained. Which is why Steve is beside himself when he learns about the trade.

The owners, they think that Steve being the best catcher in the league means he can work with Eddie, settle him, make him a real prospect. Steve's input isn't needed with the decision already made, but Munson--with all his tattoos piercings and leather--looks like he'd rather hock a loogie at Steve than take directions from him.

And Steve is the best in the league, the glue that keeps the team together. They're a well-oiled machine, and Eddie is--Eddie is a squeaky wheel.

They meet for the first time, briefly, in the locker room. He's seen the guy before, of course, but now, like this, he can't help but be intrigued by his pale skin and long curls and brown doe-eyes, his lightly muscled frame. And they're in the locker room, Eddie with just a towel around his waist, exposing his toned chest and stomach and the black swirl of his tattoos.

"Steve Harrington!" Eddie reaches out a hand. "Great to meet you, man."

"You too. Excited to have you with us." The handshake is quick and firm and Steve is trying not to be surprised about how excited and genuine the guy sounds, keep his mind away from thinking of how Eddie is naked aside from the towel.

With only a few weeks until the start of the regular season, Eddie starts pitching to Steve. And Steve, he so expects Eddie to fight and grumble and refuse, that his head sort of spins when, on the first day, Eddie claps him on the back with his glove, says, "where do you want me, cap?" and that's that.

He wants to say that they dislike each other, that they're a bad fit, that Eddie is full himself and refuses constructive criticism.

Instead.

Instead it's easy.

Eddie doesn't complain, doesn't argue, just watches Steve, learns him, takes his advice and notes and implements them as much as he can. They like each other, have an easy rapport, get each other. He's tight with all the pitchers, but Eddie is different. They settle each other.

They're best friends. They hangout constantly. And he doesn't have a crush; he doesn't. It would be unprofessional. They're best friends.

But sometimes, sometimes he thinks he catches Eddie looking at him. It's impossible. Of course it's impossible. Eddie couldn't be into the guy Sports Illustrated called "baseball's Ralph Lauren model" in the intro to Steve's Body Issue photo spread. And it doesn't matter one way or the other because Steve won't make a move. He won't jeopardize the team like that.

They don't touch. He touches everyone on the team, often, and Eddie particularly is a physical guy, but aside from that first handshake, he keeps his distance. Steve's afraid--even though it's silly, he's afraid--that once they start touching, he won't be able to stop, and he can't let that happen.

The team is good, competing for first place in the National League. Eddie's success has made everyone else better.

It's late July, they're in first place in the league, and Eddie's pitching a perfect game. There's only been 24 perfect games thrown in the history of Major League Baseball, but it's the eighth inning and Eddie's doing it.

A pitch goes wild, veers high over the umpire's head. Eddie's shaken, Steve can tell with how his fist tightens compulsively around the ball. The next pitch swings wide, towards the batter's knees.

The count is at 2 balls, no strikes, and he can see, even from behind home plate Steve can see, that Eddie's losing it. He heads for the mound, refuses to let it end like this. He closes the distance between them, has a quick internal debate before he puts his hand on Eddie's lower back. They've never touched, this is it, this is--warmth bleeds from Eddie's skin, through the fabric of his jersey, goes straight to Steve's head.

Eddie frowns. "I don't think I--"

"You're going to do it, Ed. I know. I can feel it." He pats his chest, over his heart. "It's gonna happen."

Eddie's breathing settles and it's only then that Steve realizes he's rubbing circles into Eddie's back with his thumb. He's not sure when he started, doesn't want to stop, loves being able to feel.

"Okay," Eddie says.

"Okay."

Steve removes his hand, heads back to home, still tingling with the warmth of Eddie's body even as he crouches behind the plate.

He closes out the inning with three definitive strike outs. The crowd goes wild.

They take the field for the top of the 9th, the crowd is screaming, ready for this, the energy zipping through every player on the field.

It goes by in a blur. Nine pitches. Eddie's perfect game is wrapped up in nine phenomenal pitches.

As the ump calls the last out, there's a moment of complete and utter quiet in the stadium, Steve's heart a pounding hum in his ears, before pandemonium breaks loose. There's screaming, fireworks, someone is crying--

All he can see is Eddie. Eddie's who's thrown his glove to the dirt, is barreling towards him with a triumphant smile bright on his face. Steve stands, runs to close the distance. He sees the moment that Eddie decides to jump into his arms, catches him easily--will always catch him--but his legs are tired and the momentum gets him, sends them tumbling back into the grass.

They're both yelling, laughing, smiling hard enough to hurt. Eddie's hair has fallen out if its tie, tumbling around his shoulders, and Steve gazes at him, can't help it, in this moment can admit that he's so, so astronomically in love.

It's only then Steve realizes that the laughter's stopped, that Eddie's gazing back. Brown eyes shining bright with happiness, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted. Thoughtless, he reaches up to caress Eddie's cheek.

The team reaches them, streaming around them, yanking Eddie and Steve to their feet. The celebration stretches around them, the moment slipping away. He wants to finish what they started but there are interviews, champagne showers, congratulations, that keep them apart. Sometimes, from across the room, their eyes meet, and there's heat there that's new, that sparks something low in Steve's gut.

Hours pass, and finally he finds himself alone in the locker room. He's just pulled on his t-shirt when the door shuts behind him. He spins, finds Eddie, waiting, watching.

He crosses the room without a word, can't not, not now, not after everything. They grapple for a second, the wanting so strong that it takes a second to settle, to find each other. They kiss hard, desperate, seething with desire.

Steve hopes it never ends and it doesn't, just tapers into soft kisses, gentle nips. He can't bring himself to step away.

"Is this for real ?" Eddie whispers.

"I've been insane about you since the trade."

Eddie's smile is blinding. "I used to have those pictures of you--the ones with the little red shorts?--in my locker in the minors. Feel like I'm living in a dream right now."

It lights him up inside, knowing that Eddie wants him, has wanted him. "Let me take you home and show you just how real it is?"

He snorts, but his dimples deepen, eyes shining. "What a line, sweetheart."

"Yeah well, the baseball field isn't the only place where I hit home runs."

I love the idea of Noah hating physical touch because I hate physical touch but you know what I love more?

Noah unknowing that he loves physical touch.

He’s always nudging people with his elbow, standing super close to them, sleep cuddling them, and he doesn’t even realize it.

Some examples: He nudges Owen a lot and that one time he nudged Tyler. Not to mention he hugged Bridgette and literally cuddled Cody kissing his ear. He doesn’t recoil when Duncan grabs his lip he just stands there. Him letting Izzy hold him. Etc, he just likes when it’s on his accord, hates when people hug him without him expecting it.

But one person does realize it.

Owen is talking about Noah to Alejandro, since he asked to get more information about him.

“And he hates physical touch! Sometimes he lets me hug him though! Man Noah is great!”

Alejandro tilts his head to the side curiously. “Excuse me for asking but are you sure he hates physical contact?”

“Uh yeah I’m pretty sure.”

Alejandro scratched his chin as he looked over at the sleeping Noah who was holding a jacket, probably Owen’s, like it was a person. ‘Interesting.’

In Newland Alejandro tests his theory as he reaches his hand out to Noah to help him on the boat. “Well done my little porpoises, here allow me.” Without really thinking Noah takes it and climbs up. Noah doesn’t really register the fact that he held grabbed Alejandro’s hand, or the fact that he stumbled so his hand rested on his chest, or that Alejandro’s hand hovered over his hip to secure him if needed. Noah didn’t think twice before chuckling slightly.

“Sorry, I think my boot got stuck on something.” Noah looked up nonchalantly at the other to see his face was slightly red. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Noah mocked him slightly before walking to one of the paddles.

Alejandro had his theory proven right as Noah held onto him longer then he needed too. The only problem was Alejandro didn’t want him to let go. He was right so why did he feel almost anxious, like his stomach was going flips.

Instead of writing my finals, I wrote this. Based on this post from @chronicowboy

Maddie bolts out the door, Hen close behind, the Buckleys already on their way to inform the guests of the… delay, leaving Buck and Eddie standing there like lost NPCs. To be honest, Buck feels like one. His head is still pounding so much he can’t hold a rational thought for more than a moment. His movements are still sluggish, each gesture enough to make him feel like he’s back on that sinking cruise ship. Eddie scrubs his hands over his face and lets out a noise that’s half sigh, half groan. “We are never doing that again, right?” “Never,” Buck agrees. He looks at his best friend, really looks at him, for the first time since finding him in the empty hot tub. His suit is completely ruined. Stains and tears and wrinkles tell a story Buck only half remembers. Somewhere between karaoke and the fifth bottle of champagne, Eddie’s shirt got ripped to shreds. Why? Buck doesn’t know. He’d never complain, don’t get him wrong. The suit jacket only covers so much, leaving Eddie’s chest bare and enticing. But… The collar is the only remaining piece of fabric from the shirt. Buck can’t help but wonder if there’s some kind of irony, or deeper meaning behind it still being buttoned around Eddie's neck. Last night was the first night since they met that Eddie actually let loose. His smile and his entire being was so free and beautiful, even in the little moments Buck hardly recalls. And yet that collar remained through the whole night, keeping him captive. His captor? Himself. “C’mere,” Buck says, a little too soft, a little too fond. “What?” Eddie steps closer despite his confusion. Buck reaches up to unbutton the collar. His knuckles brush Eddie’s throat. He feels the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows. Buck looks into his eyes as he unbuttons the fabric. Eddie’s pupils are blown wide, keeping Buck from looking away. He slowly pulls the collar from around his neck and folds it up before tucking it into the pocket of Eddie’s jacket. He smooths his hand over it, feeling the rapid thump of Eddie’s heart beneath his palm. “Buck,” Eddie whispers, still looking into his eyes. They’ve drifted closer in the short time they’ve been standing there. So close Eddie has to look up at him. Buck takes him in- his mussed hair, his wide eyes, his plush pink lips. Lips Buck knows he caught himself staring at most of the night. “Eds.” Buck trails his fingers down the lapel of his jacket. Echoing footsteps cause Buck to step back, probably more than a respectable distance away. He feels cold suddenly, his heart faltering in its too fast rhythm. Hen appears in the doorway, still looking a little pissed. “What’s holding you up? You lost him, you help find him!” Buck and Eddie share a look before following Hen.

A 'Jason & Tim Join the Bat Family Early' fic in which Jason and Tim meet six months to a year before Jason would have met Bruce in canon.

Jason spends a lot of time at the Gotham City Library for warmth/air conditioning/safety, education and entertainment. Tim spends a lot of time there too, doing homework and reading for fun/education since he prefers it to his usually empty house. They meet when Jason helps Tim reach a book that's too high for him and ends up commenting on it. They start by just reading in the same space and talking while Jason waits with Tim at the bus stop. Eventually, they start hanging out outside the library, fist chatting on the steps and eventually getting pizza or burgers (Jason isn't to proud to accept food when Tim offers to pay) moving to the nearest park where they can talk about what they're reading.

Tim realizes that Jason is homeless but at first doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to upset or offend his new friend. When Thanksgiving Break approaches, he broaches the subject to suggest Jason come stay with him during it, since his parents won't be home. Jason trust Tim by then, and he really likes the idea of having unlimited access to a shower/bed/food/heating, so he accepts. They get along well enough, and the Drakes are gone often enough, that they decide to basically move Jason in. The maids only come a couple times a week, gardeners once a week, and the grocery delivery every other week, and none of them are allowed in Tim's room, so it's easy enough for Jason to either hide form them, be at the library when they come, or pass himself off as a friend visiting Tim.

This goes on for months before Tim decided that, as much as he loves Jason and loves having him there, the older boy deserves to have a real home with a real family. And he knows of the perfect family.

Tim may know a little more about Dick Grayson's schedule than is normal, but it works in his favor that he's able to make sure he and Jason happen to be at a museum exhibit Dick's also attending. They meet and it's nothing huge, but Tim notices the older teen glancing at him and Jason periodically. Later, the same thing happens at the aquarium. And then Little Paris. By then, Dick is basically ready to adopt Jason himself. Of course, Bruce does so instead once he tells him his plans.

(This has the added benefit of bridging the divide between Bruce and Dick at this time)

The Drakes' house is just on the other side of Bristol, which is easily the safest neighborhood in Gotham, so Tim can just ride his bike or skateboard over to hang out with Jason at Wayne Manor. Instead of the library or the Drakes' empty house, the boys start hanging out at Jason's new home.

Now, it's Jason's turn to get Tim (and his negligent parents) on his new family's radar so they'll adopt him, too.

After some training, Dick happily passes the Robin mantle to Jason, who happily shares it with Tim once the younger boy is old enough.

[Bonus: Dick checks around the Todd's old place to see if there's anything left of Jason's parents, since he knows he cherishes everything he has from his own. He gets the box of family records from their old neighbor and learns that Catherine wasn't Jason's biological mother. He and Bruce decide to quietly locate her and make sure she's safe for Jason to meet. They learn about Shelia's crimes, and arrange for her to be arrested, giving Jason the choice to visit her in prison or not. During their search, they learn about Lady Siva having a kid and decide to look into that, which leads to them bringing Cassandra home a couple years early. Jason and Tim are delighted to have a big sister.]

are you flirting with me?

ironstrange 😇

“Nice moves, doc,” Tony says. He packs as much innuendo into the phrase as he can given the distortion of the armor’s voice transmitter, the occasional blast and clang from the rest of the Avengers’ battle, and the fact that he and Stephen are playing goalie with spiky purple somethings that keep bouncing away from the battle and toward the general public.

Stephen deflects another three somethings with a shield and turns an incredulous gaze on Tony. “Are you flirting with me? Now?” 

“Yes!” Tony exclaims, relieved. This wasn’t exactly the reaction he was going for, but at least it got through. “Thank you for finally noticing.” He blasted a series of somethings.

“It might have gone a little smoother if you’d tried at some time other than during a battle,” Stephen says dryly.

“Come on, Merlin, when else do we see each other?”

“You know where I live.”

Pointing out the sheer creepiness of the Sanctum probably isn’t going to work in Tony’s favor right now. “The point of the flirting is to determine if you want me in your personal spaces,” Tony says instead. “So? What’s the verdict?”

Stephen looks distinctly thoughtful even as the two of them deal with another wave of somethings. “Points for persistence,” he says eventually. “Good enough for dinner.”

“Give me a dinner, I’ll take a mile,” Tony says cheerfully.

“That’s not supposed to be a good thing!” Stephen protests, but he’s laughing. 

Tony’s got a good feeling about this.

I have no control impulse. Inspired by this masterpiece from the lovely @blamemma (also hello @summer04rayne @jisblooming <3)

Or how I ended up writing a streamer!Max AU

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“What's got you smiling like that, mate?”

Max blinks, zoning back into the conversation.

“What?”

Alex, his best friend, the traitor, chuckles at his confusion, and when he looks at his screen, the chat is doing so too. Max flushes, quickly locking his phone before focusing back on the stream. Alex is grinning widely at him on the screen. Ugh, what a pain.

“Tell us, Maxy, come on, what got you giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush, eh?”

That fucker! Alex laughs knowingly, and the chat goes wild as usual when they get to tease him, and Max knows he'll have to answer now. He clears his throat, trying to sound as unruffled as possible.

“I just- found a really cool looking Instagram page, that's all…”

The Thai's grin somehow widens even more, almost shark-like, and Max just dug his own grave, didn't he?

“Yeah? Wouldn't it happen to be a certain travel vlogger's page, perchance, Maxy?”

The blonde feels heat rising in his face, and he doesn’t need to look into the screen to know that he's blushing furiously. It's probably spreading to his neck too, god. Max hides his face in his hands, embarrassment making his skin crawl. Him and his big mouth and his lack of self-control when it comes to a certain curly haired brunette.

“That's- it's not- ugh!”

He stumbles over his words, and he hears Alex laugh harder in his headset. He knows it's good natured, though, and that's the only thing keeping him from just ending the call.

“Tell them more about Daniel, Max! Look how excited they are, you can't deny them that, come on!”

Max shakes his head, drinks a sip of his Red Bull to try and regain his composure. Alex got the chat involved now, and that means he can’t just brush it off. Well, he could, and honestly, apart from some trolls here and there, his little community is really nice and understanding, and they know not to push on things if Max doesn't want to elaborate. But… this is kind of harmless, he guesses, so he can play their game a bit.

The blonde sighs, glancing at the chat, and yeah, they're going wild. Thanks, Alex

“I don't even know why I'm friends with you, at this point.”

“Don't say that! I know you love my pretty face and my humor.”

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Half an hour later, Max wraps up the stream, a faint blush lingering on his cheeks after all that had happened during what Alex had described as “gushing over Daniel for more than ten minutes”.

He gets up, tidying his desk, throwing away the empty Red Bull cans and water bottles, as well as any wrapper he could find. Finally, he leaves his streaming room, shutting off all the lights and closing the door.

There's no sounds in the small apartment, which probably means his roommate is already asleep. It's like, 3am, so, fair. Max gets ready for bed before slipping under the covers, practically melting on the soft mattress. Just as he reaches for his phone to plug it to charge, he sees it.

Daniel Ricciardo uploaded a new video

He clicks on it with neck breaking speed, a beginning of shame curling in his gut when he sees it was posted barely thirty seconds ago. He likes it, saves it in a playlist for good measure, and lets Daniel's australian accent drown his self-loathing and lull him to sleep.

The head of Knight Security is a young man, surely not a day older than twenty. The most noteworthy thing about him is the scar on his face, barely-hidden behind large, mirrored sunglasses, but his little ‘About Me!’ blurb on their website had mentioned growing up in Gotham. More importantly, Muldoon doesn’t give a damn. As long as he and his crew can do their jobs on Isla Sorna, he can return to Isla Nublar, where the threat of weekend tourists is growing and where there’s been…incidents.

“Todd Peters,” the young man says curtly, thrusting a scarred hand out. Muldoon catches it, appreciates the firm grip (and the callouses from guns, very good), and nods.

“Robert Muldoon. Mr. Hammond couldn’t be here today and besides, I’m the one you’ll be answering to.”

There’s seven of them, in total. Not a big team. But enough, Hammond says and Muldoon hopes, to handle the day-to-day here. Hammond thinks this is ridiculous already, but he’s not the one who had to order the chopper in for that mangled worker last Tuesday. He’s far too optimistic. Besides, their credentials are decent enough, and Muldoon will allow you don’t need an army to handle a normal outbreak.

Even if it would make him feel better. Though he can start to relax, maybe, now that Sorkin’s little pets have been removed.

“You’ve e-mailed with McLovin, then.” He jerks his head towards a tall, pale man with flaming red hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Muldoon adjusts his hat and wishes he had his hip flask.

“Yes.”

McLovin steps closer and they shake hands. Stronger than he looks, Muldoon notes. Also calloused, which he wouldn’t have thought, with glasses that thick. Good sign.

“You said this was a zoo?”

“Behind the scenes of one,” Muldoon corrects. “And more of a wildlife preserve, but your duties aren’t contingent on that. Come with me.”

“What exactly do you want from us, Mr. Muldoon?”

“Mr. Hammond will be down later to explain the finer points, but largely you’ll be in charge of moving the residents here from building to building and answering any distress beacons from individuals who may be lost in the jungle.” Or worse. “We have cameras throughout the compound and enclosures that you will watch, and it will be your job as well to make sure the electric fences are on at all times.”

“Christ,” the big guy at the back rumbles, “what kinda zoo is this?”

Muldoon just laughs.

“You’ll see eventually,” he says. “For now, let’s get you boys set up.”

fuck it marichat soulmate horror time

"Of course you don't have a choice in loving Chat Noir," Tikki reassured with a smile, "It's not like he had a choice in whether or not he loves you either!"

Marinette turned to face her kwami. Her voice came out shaky, almost in pieces.

"...What?"

"Oh, Marinette. Nobody has a choice in these things, especially not you." Tikki's face fell out of its warm expression, if only for the smallest fraction of a second, and Marinette was terrified to find that behind it all, Tikki's eyes were cold and dark. "He loves you because you have the earrings, Marinette. Do you really think it'd ever happen without me?"

"-But he doesn't— I haven't-"

"It doesn't matter that he doesn't know. None of that matters," Tikki clarified. The kwami went up to caress her holder's cheek. "All that matters is that you two are going to get your happy ending one day, okay? Just like I promised you."

Had she ever asked for it?

When Eddie comes back to his trailer from one of his Corrored Coffin’s gigs, all sweaty and smelling like cigarettes, Steve finds it hot every single time.

He’d stare at this boyfriend as he’d yap about his gig and how big the crowd was while taking his clothes off, tight leather pants and firm tank top under his vest, damp with sweat.

Once Eddie threw his top to the floor, Steve had to swallow his moan when his boyfriends shirtless body was on full display, tattoos and nipples hard and all for Steve’s hungry eyes to see.

”Like what you’re seeing?” Eddie grins, pulling Steve away from his dirty thoughts as his eyes finally land on Eddie’s.

”I - uh… yeah. You look really fucking hot.”

Steve sounded so breathless.

Eddie chuckled before he slowly moved to stand beside the bed, legs sliding between Steve’s spread legs as he took his boyfriend's blushed face in his hands.

”You should’ve seen me on the stage. I would’ve made a big show for you, baby.” Eddie murmured, voice slightly hoarse from singing, or more like from screaming.

He pushed Steve’s fallen bangs back, massaging his scalp a little which made Steve bite back a moan.

He had wanted to come and see Eddie’s gig so badly, but his shift hadn’t ended until 12 am - thanks to the holidays - and Corroded’s gig had started an hour before that, so he had just come to Eddie’s place to wait and meet his boyfriend there.

The knowledge still made him pout.

”I know, Eddie- I should’ve, I’m sorry,” Steve whined when Eddie tugged his hair back, making his wet mouth form into a pretty o shape as Eddie looked down at him.

”Don’t apologize, sweetheart.” Eddie caressed his cheek softly and leaned down to kiss him, making Steve moan as he finally felt his boyfriend’s lips on him.

When Eddie pulled back, he gave Steve’s nose a small peck before taking a step back - hand still holding Steve’s cheek - and grabbing the towel from his chair.

Steve hadn’t even realized Eddie had gotten naked.

He couldn’t help but to glance at the nice and thick dick between them.

”I’ll take a quick shower-” Eddie didn’t get to finish because Steve let out a pitiful cry on the bed.

”Nooo—Eddie, please! I need you!”

Eddie looked taken back for a whole two seconds before a knowing smirk creeped its way up to his face.

”You need me?” Steve nodded and Eddie grinned more, ”How?”

”I… I- I need you to fuck me.”

Steve didn’t give a single crap that he sounded so needy and honestly, like a slut. He always has been and he had no shame in that. No shame in begging for his boyfriend's cock.

”I haven’t showered.”

It was like Eddie wanted to be a tease on purpose.

He knew how Steve got off of seeing him getting ready for a gig, at the gig and after it. Eddie was always the hottest he’s ever been when he was doing the things he loved.

Playing, singing and fucking Steve.

And he knew Steve got riled up about his smell, even once catching him jerking off while breathing in Eddie’s sweaty shirt after a gig.

He had fucked Steve stupid, feeding his cock into that tight heat and thrusting his cock in and out so fast that it had made Steve’s toes curl as he cried for more with the shirt still planted next to his face.

So, Eddie acting like he needed to shower was out of the question.

”Doesn’t matter, Eds. I need you to fuck me right now, please please pleaaaaase…” Steve cried as he desperately got on his knees on the bed, not even close to the same level with Eddie’s face, but still closer as he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck.

”I need your dick inside me.” He whispered against Eddie’s lips and Eddie let out a breathless laugh as his hands came down to squeeze Steve’s ass through his underwear.

”A needy boy.”

”Yes-yes!” Steve nodded hurriedly and kissed Eddie.

Eddie just smiled against his lips before wrapping his hands around the back of Steve’s thighs and manhandling him to lay on his back.

Steve let out a laugh when Eddie came to lay between his legs, body still sticky with sweat.

”You really have a thing for a sweaty and smelly metalhead? I’m surprised I’m not grossing the little Stevie out.”

”Never, Eddie” A kiss, ”God you’re so hot you have no idea.”

”I may have a small hunch.” Eddie grinned and dived right into Steve’s neck, making the younger boy moan happily under him as he was finally able have his boyfriend this close and just smell.

Fic idea - Jet banging his way through Zuko's secret identities... part 4?

Do I even have to say that this is jetko? I've written a very E-rated series with the above title. (I think it's pretty self-explanatory what happens in this series). So far it's featuring:

Zuko as Lee (link)

Blue Spirit (link)

Zuko disguised as a prison guard in Boiling Rock (link)

It has been requested that I did a reveal fic or added more, but I really tried to alter canon as little as possible and couldn't quite figure out how to do it.

Until I thought; screw it, we're just going post-cartoon and I refuse to listen to the comics anyway.

So, maybe one last installment featuring: Zuko as firelord visiting his uncle in Ba Sing Se. He finds his old hooded cape to go undercover as a normal not-a-firelord person, just to get a moment of peace and have a drink in a random bar. (he doesn't want to hear more about tea, or have anymore handsy noble ladies trying to get his attention 😓)

Jet still lives in Ba Sing Se and after a misunderstanding with a hook up, he lears that he makes for a great fake prostitute. He lures rich looking guys in and then steals whatever they have and bring it back to his Freedom fighters. True Robin Hood style.

When he spots a man in a hooded cape sitting alone with what is clearly some expensive looking shoes and a full purse, he hits his next target... 💰💰💰

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(I'm already halfway through writing this btw)

It is writen, E-rated, proceed at your own risk: Ao3 - So much trouble

I Love You

An anonymous prompter asked for Robin and Nancy kissing and saying I love you. So, I couldn't refuse that. Sorry, for the wait and if you are waiting for a prompt I'm trying my best to write it but life is very busy.

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Robin’s hands were resting on Nancy’s stomach. It felt nice, being allowed to touch her. Being allowed to love her. 

She hadn’t said it yet. Those three heavy words. She was scared to scare Nancy away. Nancy who had told her she had trouble falling in love. The last thing she wanted was to push Nancy away. 

“Thanks for inviting me over,” Robin mumbled into her girlfriend’s ear. Her actual girlfriend. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it. 

Nancy turned around in Robin’s arms. “Of course, I like having you around. Lately I can barely go a day without you. It’s becoming a problem.” 

Robin loved it when Nancy said stuff like that. It was part of the reason she did it, Robin knew that much. 

As a reward, Robin leaned in to give Nancy a kiss. Just a little peck. Just to feel her soft lips. 

“I love being here too.” 

Nancy smiled, kissing Robin again. Her hands sliding under Robin’s shirt without moving any further. They just sat there, touching her skin and it was driving Robin crazy. 

“I love you.” 

Robin pulled away. She wasn’t sure she wasn’t imagining things. Had Nancy actually said that? Or was Robin really going insane? 

“What?” Robin asked, her hands still on Nancy, Nancy’s hands still on her.

“I know, it’s fast and I know what I said about me not being sure I can even fall in love. But I mean it. I love you,” Nancy confessed, her voice steady as always. 

“You love me?” 

Nancy nodded, softly biting her bottom lip. Robin wanted to bite that bottom lip. 

“I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much.” 

Nancy smiled, grabbing Robin’s face and going back in. Robin bit into Nancy’s bottom lip, eliciting a moan. 

“I love you,” Robin said again.

“I love you too,” Nancy replied. 

“I love you, Nance.”

Nancy giggled, kissing Robin again and again and again. “I love you too.” 

“I love you.” 

“Robin?” 

“Too much?” Robin wondered. 

Nancy shook her head. “I was just wondering if you wanted to sleep over? I’m positive I can convince my mom.” 

Robin nodded excitedly. “Hell yes!” 

Nancy put her head on Robin’s shoulder, her arms holding onto her waist. Robin pushed her arm under Nancy’s shoulders before tangling her hand in Nancy’s hair. 

“I love you, Robin. I really do.” 

“I love you too, Nance.”

Seven Minutes In Heaven

kyy note// short ficcc also jaemins hot *insert heart eyes* i love me a pretty man

And here you thought parties were boring, but now you’re locked in the closet with the most handsome guy you’ve ever locked your eyes on. Just a few minutes ago you were sitting down bored as ever watching pairs of two go in and out of the closet behind you, playing this game, ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’.

This whole time you’ve had your mind on one person, and one person only. Jaemin.

You’ve been fantasizing about him even though he sits right across from you in the circle, hot as fucking ever. When he laughed, when he joked around when he caught me accidentally staring. All of that led up until this moment. This is it.

The doors shut with a thud, and your friend Chenle shouts from behind the barrier, “The clock starts…Now!” You stood there backed up to the other end of the closet, while he met in the middle. “What do you wanna do…?” You say hesitantly while looking at your crush. “It's seven minutes in heaven?” He says obviously, now you feel stupid. You were now feeling obligated to do something you gulp and step closer towards the middle.

By now there are at least 6 minutes left. ‘I can’t leave any of these minutes to wait more I need to act now’ you think. You take another step reach right in front of him and start to feel his breath on your face. Your mind races 100 miles a second before you give into your instincts and kiss his lips. They move slowly at first, you feel his tongue wriggling around, it exploring your wet, warm mouth, the feeling making you groan satisfyingly.

The kiss you share starts getting more heated and passionate, his arms holding your waist and yours around his neck. His tongue wins more dominance and continues exploring your mouth to his heart's content, and you whimper into the kiss. You both hear people shuffle around the door, but that's the time you guys stop caring about the outside world. He pushes you against the end of the closet wall and leaves your lips. He stares down deep into your eyes, something in his eyes telling you he wants to ravage you.

The two of you are panting with glossy lips and flushed cheeks. Just as he's about to dive down onto your neck, you both hear the clock ring, both of you getting startled by the chiming. “Fuck,” He whispers before both of you have to stand up. The closet door opens and everyone moves away and looks at you both, some in amusement, some in shock. Chenle chips in, “You both looked like fun happened, did it?” She says with a giggle.

“Shut up, Chenle.” You roll your eyes at his playfully curious antics and look up at Jaemin, who sends a smirk your way before both of you part ways and sit down in your rightful spots as the game continues. Something tells you that you both will be meeting again before the night ends.

Peter parker is Stephen strange biological son.

That's news to Tony.

Anon, I’m afraid you have accidentally run directly into a pet peeve I have about how this particular trope is sometimes handled and, more generally, about how a lot of people place a ridiculous amount of importance on biological relationships. You may have had (and likely did have!) ideas for this prompt that go a totally different direction, but the pet peeves demanded this response, so here we go.

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Tony and Stephen are having breakfast together in the Sanctum when Peter pokes his head in the kitchen door. “Hey, Doctor Strange?” he says, a little nervously. “I, uh, need a favor, but it can wait if you’re busy.” He glances at Tony.

“Now is fine, Peter,” Stephen says. “What do you need?”

“It’s just information but, uh, you might consider it… private? information.” Peter glances at Tony again.

Tony glances from Peter to Stephen and back. He’s definitely missing something here.

“It’s alright, Peter,” Stephen says. “I don’t mind if Tony knows. It just hasn’t come up yet.”

Peter’s whole face relaxes in relief. “Okay, cool! I wanted to ask if you could tell me about your medical history? Mom hardly remembered anything about you, and especially now with the spider powers, I feel like more information is probably a good thing.”

This does not clarify things. “Why do you need Stephen’s medical history for that?” Tony asks.

“Peter is my biological son,” Stephen says calmly, and sips his tea.

Tony stares. “You’re his dad? And you never thought to mention this?”

“Uh, Mister Stark?” Peter interrupts with an upraised finder. “My dad was Richard Parker. And maybe kind of Uncle Ben, although I never called him that. Doctor Strange is… he’s like…” Peter’s face screwed up in frustration.

“Like a sperm donor,” Stephen suggested. “Although mediated by alcohol and a one night stand, rather than a sperm bank,” he said dryly.

Peter winces. “Please don’t mention the one night stand. That was my mom.”

“I don’t understand how you two are so calm about this,” Tony said. “This is—”

“A medical detail,” Stephen said firmly. “Look, Peter found me a little more than a year ago, not long before my accident. He had questions, but he wasn’t looking for a parent, and I wasn’t looking for a child. Family is about taking care of each other, not about genetics.”

Tony still feels a little at sea, but Peter is nodding along. Then he gets a thoughtful look on his face. “Although, there’s some taking care going on now, I guess?” He shrugs. “Who knows how things will go? But that’s a totally separate thing.”

“Who knows,” Tony repeats, but he’s thinking, now, about families being something you can build instead of something you’re stuck with.

Fourteen's just hanging out with the Mott-Temple-Nobles, sipping tea and leisurely debating gardening plans when the whomp-whomp of another Tardis sounds.

They all turn to see Fifteen's Tardis materialize. The door flies open, Fifteen pokes his head out.

"HEAL BETTER!" He yells before slamming the door and materializes away.

Everyone blinks.

"More tea?" Sylvia asks.

It's a typical Tuesday.