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cupid-styles · 3 months

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can you do a blurb about alpha harry freaking out when yn comes to his place smelling like another alpha (she hugged one or bumped into one or something) and being all grumpy and wanting to get rid of it 🤭

oh absolutelyyyyy we love our possessive frat alpha harry!!!! this is on the shorter side but part two will be the mating blurb😙😙

word count: less than 1,000

content warnings: a/o/b content (mentions of knotting/spicy but no smut), harry being jealous and possessive

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Harry wrinkles his nose the second Y/N steps into his bedroom.

"You reek."

It comes out without him even thinking about it, Y/N's jaw immediately dropping as she whips around, a shocked expression on her face.

"Sorry— sorry, that was rude," he mumbles, raising his hand to tug at his messy curls, "It's just— you smell like another alpha. A different one... like, not me."

"You could've stopped at 'another alpha.' I got it then."

He's currently resisting the urge to plug his nose — all he wants to do is throw her over his shoulder and put her in the shower, washing away the fragrance of whoever she'd been around, and scenting her until he couldn't tell who was who. The thought of his omega girl smelling like an alpha that wasn't him made him feel physically sick, bile rising in his throat as the smell continues to permeate his small bedroom.

"Who were you with?" he demands, any attempt at niceties being thrown out the window. It was difficult for him not to get increasingly aggressive the more she stood there, arms crossed over her chest like this whole thing wasn't making Harry sick.

"I told you, I had to work on a group project with some people from my humanities lecture. I just spent, like, three hours in the library with them."

"And were you sitting in a nest of their stuff or something?"

Y/N sends him an annoyed glare, toeing her shoes off in the entry of his room. There's still a decent distance between them, Harry all the way on the other side with an irritated wrinkle formed between his brows.

"Harry, you know I wasn't," she lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand over her face. "I'm exhausted. I don't wanna argue about this, you know it's not my fault."

The genuine response strikes a chord within him and he suddenly feels awful for accusing of her doing anything that would purposely cause her scent to alter. He swallows harshly, trying to push away his natural alpha instincts in favor or apologizing to his girl.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, eyes falling to the carpeted floor. "You're right, it's not your fault. It just... pisses me off."

"I know it does. I'm sorry, too. I could've gone home and showered before I came over."

Harry shrugs, though his heart twitches at the thought of her natural fragrance: sweet and woody, nostalgic and comforting. The only thing he ever wants to smell for the rest of his life.

"But... you know," she says softly, a flirtatious lilt to her voice, "No alpha would even think about getting close to me if I had a pretty bite mark on my neck."

A breathy chuckle leaves Harry. "I know, baby. You deserve more than just a random night in this shitty frat house, though."

"I don't care, though—"

"I know you don't, but I do," he murmurs lowly, taking a step towards her. "You're my mate, yeah? Wanna make it perfect."

He lifts his thumb to pluck at her bottom lip.

"Are you gonna let me make it perfect for you?"

The sentiment makes her feel melty and weak in the knees, so all she's able to do is nod her head slowly. He smiles.

"There's my good omega," he says, and her stomach starts to feel like Jell-O. It's always this way when his voice starts to lower and he speaks to her as if she's the only person in the world. She gets tunnel vision, like he's the sole focus of her attention, and it'll only ever be that way.

"How will you make it perfect?" she manages to whisper out.

"Hmm," he hums, tilting his head slightly as he contemplates her question. "Think I'll take you on a trip somewhere. Maybe somewhere tropical so you can walk around in those pretty bathing suits I know you're dying to wear," she blushes, and it makes him chuckle. "I'll spend the whole day spoiling you. We'll lay out on the beach and I'll put sunscreen all over that perfect body of yours. And when we get tired, I'll carry you back to our room."

Her breath hitches in her throat, the imagery clear as day in her head as he speaks.

"Won't even care if your hair's dirty from the ocean or you have sand everywhere— I'll kiss every inch of your body, hm?" he presses a kiss just below her ear lobe and she shivers. "Stick my tongue in that cute pussy and make you squirt over and over until you're begging for me to mate you. Make sure you cum plenty before I put my cock inside of you and fuck you 'til you're all swollen with my knot."

He catches her ear between his teeth, biting gently. He can smell the arousal slicking in her panties and the warmth radiating from her desperate pussy. "And then... when you're shivering and shaking the way you do, I'll bite you. Make you my pretty fuckin' omega girl with the sweetest bite mark on your neck."

She swallows loudly and he hums, giving her hip a small squeeze.

"Now go take a shower. I need to scent you before I go insane."

#bestie asks #writing #abo harry

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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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Steve trims his split-ends in the bathroom one day and Eddie finds the trimmings in the garbage.

“What the hell is this?” Eddie barks the question, holding the trash can in front of Steve’s face. The crime has turned Eddie into some sort of Hair Lawyer, showcasing the evidence to the defendant.

Steve peers over top the magazine that he’s skimming through, examines the inside of the garbage can, and then returns back to reading.

“Baby, don’t do this.”

Which - wow - what a fucking outrageous response. Like who responds to their prosecutor with pet names and zero justification? Who does that?

“I didn’t do shit - you did this!” Eddie stares into the garbage can. Wiping imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes and staring longingly at the stray brown hairs. No longer attached to Steve’s gorgeous, perfect head.

“This is a travesty.”

“It’s just dead hair.”

“No, it was very much alive.” Eddie drops to his knees, pointing directly to Steve as he speaks. “You murdered it, Steve Harrington.”

“Whatever, I’ll play along.” Steve tosses his magazine to the side of the couch, rolling his eyes.

“What do you mean play al-” Eddie gets cut off by Steve’s finger over his lips.

He strokes Eddie’s cheek with the pad of his thumb, and the block of anger in Eddie’s chest goes all melty at the contact.

“How can I make this bizarro grieving process better?” Steve asks sweetly. His words are cushions to soften this devastating blow.

Like seriously, Aphrodite fucking molded Steve Harrington from god-like love and leftover cosmic dust. Why would he cut his hair knowing how ethereal he is? Okay sure, this is just Eddie’s Theory, but he’s goddamn convinced there’s pieces of Steve that are otherworldly - his infamous hair being one of them for sure.

“Eddie?”

“Sorry. Distracted.”

Distracted by his pretty boyfriend is a common occurrence in Eddie’s life now, but whatever.

"How do we fix this so I can avoid a guilty verdict by the jury of one?" Steve boops his finger onto Eddie's nose as he says 'one.' It makes Eddie all giggly, the anger is practically a puddle at this point. But if Eddie Munson is anything, it's consistent. If he starts a comedy bit, you bet your ass he's gonna fully commit.

"We're gonna bury it." Eddie acts solemn, regaining his silly little charade.

"My hair?"

"Uh huh."

"Eds..."

"It deserves a proper place of rest."

Steve exhales loudly. For a moment, he just looks over Eddie's features. Probably thinking, what the hell have I gotten myself into with this walking freakshow?

And before Eddie can allow that toxic thought to take occupancy in his mind, Steve puffs out his shiny pink lips and kisses Eddie. Nothing too rough, nothing too gentle (cause Eddie despises feathery-lipped kisses). It's the Goldilocks Effect of Kisses: just the right amount of everything. Just enough pressure, movement, tongue, all of it. Steve Harrington's lips can sweep away negative mindsets and replace them with shimmering constellations of positivity.

"Okay, baby." Steve says, eyes still closed post-kissing his boyfriend thoughtless. "I'll get the shoebox, you call the rest of the gang."

"Why?"

"Cause if we're doing this your way, we've gotta go all out."

"Which means?"

Steve pecks Eddie's cheek and gives him a quick wink:

"We're gonna have a whole damn funeral for my hair."

And that's when it hits him: the only thing Eddie is more committed to than his comedy bits, is Steve Harrington.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Eddie is so obsessed with how pretty Steve is #and Steve just loves that Eddie is over the top with absolutely everything #Eddie convincing Steve to perform bits with him is their love language I swear

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bruisedboys · 9 months

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Helluu, congrats!!!

I would like to request STAR TRIPPING, blurbs— “i don’t have time for distractions” and (if it’s okay to choose two prompts, if not you can choose the one you want to write:)) “you look so pretty right now” with tasm!pete<3

another old 4k celly request!! sorry this is so late angel. I went with the second prompt, hope this is okay!

tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

Peter’s bleeding out on your bed. Again.

You can’t say you’re very surprised.

“Pete, would you please just stay still? I cant focus when you keep touching me like that.”

Peter isn’t a very good patient. At least not when you’re nursing him. He wants to touch you and look at your face and basically find any way to distract you from the task at hand. Which just so happens to be patching him up.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling his hands away from where they’d been resting in your shoulders, his thumbs tracing your collarbones through your shirt. His shirt, really. But who’s paying attention to that?

You huff. He doesn’t sound very sorry at all. He sounds like he’s smiling. You look up from where your eyes had been trained on his bruised and bloodied chest and find you’re right. He’s smirking.

You glare. Peter balks.

“What?” He says, dripping in fake innocence. “I just— you look so pretty right now.” His eyes go all melty and soft and so does his voice. He reaches up with one hand to cup your burning cheek. “I can’t help it, dove.”

You groan. He’s lovely. And he’s a total menace. You hate him, you swear.

“I can’t believe you,” you say, nudging his hand away with your cheek. “I just got out of bed. I look so gross.”

“You don’t,” Peter says, sounding way more offended than he needs to be. His hand finds your waist and you can feel it’s warmth through the soft fabric of your (his) t-shirt. You very secretly wish he’d dip his hand under the hem like he always does. “You’re beautiful.”

You drop the cloth you’re dabbing his wounds with and climb out of his lap with a huff.

“Y/N—!”

“I’m going back to bed,” you say grumpily, walking away without looking back.

Despite his wounds, Peter catches up with you within an instant, promising to keep his hands to himself until you’re finished cleaning him up. He doesn’t keep his promise. You find you don’t mind as much as you should.

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meltyclownstudio · 7 months

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#bonnie's bakery #bonnies bakery #bonnie's bakery fresh ingredients #melty clown studio #bonnie bakery #halloween merch drop #the second preview :)#10/23/2023

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fuyuesu · 1 year

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ok priority now is to take a bath then speedrun metamorphosis practice uniforms so that i can comm art of them then work on the comic until my back gives out . sounds like a plan

#melty rambles #im normal ^_^ anyway oomfies drop that comm infofihrihfodashjgodhggsh

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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how seventeen react to their s/o pouting for kisses

requested by anon: "hello! could you do something about seventeen reacting to you needy and wanting kiss?"

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seungcheol

he is just such . such a tease oh my god. you approach him all shy and mumbling about wanting a kiss and he just grins, tilting his head, pretending he couldn't hear you and asking you to speak up. doesn't give you kisses until you're all flustered and hitting his chest going 'i just want a kiss, you asshole'. laughs, takes your hand in his, and wordlessly pulls you in for a kiss

jeonghan

could probably go either way, actually. either teases you again and again for asking for a kiss, or he's going all melty soft as you pout at him and just dips his head to press a kiss to your lips, just lightly. and then gives you another kiss, on your forehead, ruffling your hair and asking if you're feeling better now and if that was enough kisses? if you say no then you can bet he's dropping everything to give you even more

joshua

just soooo pleased with himself oml he's so happy that you're actually actively asking for kisses from him with that cute pout and the shy fiddling of fingers. opens his arms for you and pulls you in for a big hug while he presses his lips to yours, all sweet and lovely, again and again and again until you're laughing in his arms and just feeling so so content and loved

junhui

"of course!!!" i doubt you even have to ask bc he's probably kissing you at every given opportunity. literally jumps at the chance when you ask him, he's just so eager to shower you with affection. asks where you want a kiss, but won't let you answer before he's kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your lips, literally everywhere he can reach

hoshi

coos over how cute you are for a good ten seconds before taking your face in his hands and pecking you fast and light on the lips. except it's so fast that he keeps on accidentally missing your mouth, so he has to do it again and then again and by the time he manages to finally kiss you properly you're all flustered and giggly in his arms

wonwoo

smiles, hooking a finger under your chin before then kissing you nice and slowly and softly. pulls away with that same smile on his face, asking if that was enough but before you can even answer he's kissing you again, still so meltingly softly and he's smiling and you're smiling and honestly you don't even have to ask for kisses bc he just knows and will wordlessly lean in to press his lips to yours

woozi

scrunches his nose and pretends to think about it for a long time. says no with a deadpan face but he's already leaning over to peck you lightly on the lips. is still pretending like it's a chore for him, but you're smiling so happily and he can't hide the pinkness of his ears and the smile tugging at his lips from seeing you so happy too

minghao

clicks his tongue all offended like "wdym have i not been showering you in affection enough???" but is also just so willing to take your hand and tug you closer to kiss you. the type to smile against your lips as he pulls away and then kisses you one more time for good measure, before going back to whatever he was doing before like nothing happened

mingyu

does that annoying thing where he wiggles his eyebrows all teasingly when you ask for a kiss, before he laughs and throws an arm around your shoulders, kissing you on the cheek. and then on the nose. and then on the mouth. he's holding it over your head for at least a week tho bc you asking for kisses defo inflated his ego so much

dokyeom

pouts back at you all gooey and soft. finds you the utmost adorable. won't stop cooing over you and you have to ask him like three times before it finally clicks that he needs to do something about the fact that you want kisses. is grinning so much when he pulls away, pinching your cheek and telling you that you can ask for kisses whenever you need them

seungkwan

"from me???" he's so surprised and for no reason, like, who else are you going to get kisses from? gives them to you easily though, and pretends to be all casual but his cheeks are going pink and he's more than a little flustered. even more so than you even tho you were the one who'd come all pouty asking for kisses

vernon

simply… just wordlessly does it. you come up to him shy n pouting for kisses and he just pecks you on the lips, pulls away, asks you how it was and if that was okay. if you don't say anything then he's just going to kiss you again, and again, and again until you're all flustered and tell him that it's okay now and he's grinning all proud of himself for making you like that

chan

teasingly repeats what you said, wanting to make sure that he heard you correctly. he's just so in love with you okay, absolutely whipped for you, finding it so cute how you're pouting in front of him asking for kisses just because you wanted to be kissed by your boyfriend, no other reason. gives you kisses willingly after, and probably won't let you go for another hour or so

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yggdrasilhypno · 3 months

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There’s a few words that I just can’t get over any time I hear them. Words that evoke every positive emotion that hypnosis brings. They’re usually just buzzwords you hear in a trance, but that doesn’t make them any less powerful. Hell, if anything, hearing them so much makes them even stronger. It’s the beauty of going deep so very much.

Let’s talk about the word melt. It’s not a complex word, and that’s the beauty of it. It rolls right off the tongue, just so easy to say and watch as someone’s eyes flutter in front of you as they melt in your presence. I don’t even really need to say it again for it to feel the same way. I can just imply how your mind seems to break down slowly and surely under each one of my words as it warms and drips and drops like ice cream in the summer. I could simply indulge you as your brain sluggishly tries to keep up and fight off that sleepy and ditzy feeling of dreamlike desire before it inevitably softens into a beautiful little pile of mush for me to mold as I see fit. Or, if I wanted to keep everything easy for you to understand, I could just tell you to melt for me.

Of course, melt isn’t the only word I love using. I foreshadowed them a bit earlier, but the next two words are a nice package deal: drip and drop. They go along so very well with melting, dripping and dropping away into a melty mess for me. It’s like every thought drips out of your silly little head the more you listen, and in turn you keep dropping deeper into this trap I’ve laid just for you. It’s so easy to drip and drop your melty brain away when you drop deeper into this wonderland your mind desires more than anything. Each second you spend dropping, it’s more time you spent dripping each thought away. Each thought you drip, the easier it is to drop and melt. It’s the perfect loop you find yourself in.

But, there’s just one more word I want to discuss, and it’s the easiest one of all. Any guesses, my melty dummy? Or is it too hard to think when you keep dripping and dropping each guess before your lips can even utter the word? It’s perfectly alright if your brain can’t quite think right now, after all it’s easier when you just listen instead of thinking. I’ll give you a hint, I’ve discussed this easy word before. Don’t worry if your dumb brain can’t quite come up with the words, I know it’s so hard to say anything when you’ve been melted into mush for me to mold. It’s just easier to drip and drop away, right? So very much easier to just let my words melt your brain into a state of pure brainlessness to where you can’t think a single thought. You’re just too dumb for it now. But, don’t fear. It’ll be so much easier to just drip, drop, and melt now.

#hypnosis #hypnodomme #hypnok1nk #brainwashing #hypnosub #hypnotized #mind control #brainless #sorta covert but also not really at all

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piratefishmama · 9 months

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Nest | Part 9

Eddie, for all his talk the night before, kept his hands to himself. There were risks to pushing his luck, they didn’t have to let Steve stay. They could have just delivered his food to him and left him to manage on his own like some kind of prison.

He was technically one more snap away from being institutionalised as a violent omega.

He’d managed for the majority of his life though, as long as they could provide him with something an alpha had scented, he’d probably be OK, they didn’t have to let Steve keep tending to him.

Pushing his luck, no matter how much he’d push and push authority figures outside of the clinic, wouldn’t help him there.

It’d only lose him Steve. He couldn’t lose Steve now that he had him, so he’d behaved. Teased a little, let his scent thicken like honey to tempt like an idiot, but he’d behaved other than that.

He’d flopped down into his nest, semi-expecting Steve to try and bundle him up into his arms which would be a big nope, no matter how nice those arms were, he ran hot and he hated sweating in his sleep because his hair would stick to him so he was not a little spoon, but when Steve looked at him with hesitation he’d opened his arms instead, he’d hoped for the best case scenario, and—

Steve had brightened up.

Like a golden retriever that’d just been told it was going to the dog park, not the vet. If he’d had a tail it’d probably have been wagging.

He’d dropped to his knees and crawled his way into Eddie’s arms, rested his head there on Eddie's bare chest and was out in minutes, allowing Eddie to bask in his warmth, his scent, his weight so comfortably rested across his body. Grounding him, weighing him down with a delightful pressure that eased so many of his building aches.

Not completely ache free, but enough to find himself drifting with his hands carding through those luscious once thought to be untouchable locks. He was out shortly after, more comfortable and feeling luckier than he’d ever been in his life.

He was warm. That was what Steve registered when he first woke up the morning after. Not uncommon for him, or for many Alphas, they did tend to run a little warmer, mainly because Omegas found the warmth soothing to burrow into, like their blankets and soft things.

It was a comfort thing for them.

But there was also the weight. Not a lot of weight by any means, a sliver of weight resting around his shoulders, an arm, and its attached fingers splayed into the hairs at the nape of his neck. And his pillow was moving. Gently rising and falling, it smelled like home and from it came the most beautiful of sounds. A soft purr that rolled so freely from his pillow, he’d have slipped right back into blissful slumber had the rumble of a hungry stomach not snapped him back to reality.

Steve had always slept on his front. He couldn’t sleep any other way. His partners usually just assumed he didn’t want anything to do with them after sex, or didn’t want to sleep cuddled up together, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. He just… hadn’t found a partner who preferred being the pillow yet.

He wanted to be the one wrapped up, he couldn’t handle weight on his body during the night, he’d always somehow wind up having moved them in his sleep, always somehow wind up on his front facing away from whomever he’d taken to bed that night. An accidental cold shoulder. He just… didn’t want to be the pillow.

He didn’t like being the pillow. He liked resting his head on a warm chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of a chest beneath his face, hearing the soft thump of a steady heartbeat, it was the most soothing experience in the world. That, plus the frankly mind-melty scent Eddie seemed to naturally give off… he’d have absolutely just gone right back to sleep, had Eddie’s stomach not rumbled.

Had his alpha instincts not immediately had him wide awake ready to provide for his hungry Omega.

His omega still being asleep meant nothing. He needed to do something, maybe wake Eddie up with breakfast in bed. That meant leaving him though, which wasn’t acceptable, but Eddie had eaten everything he’d brought the day before already, the cafeteria wasn’t far but the chances of him waking up before Steve got back were just so high, he couldn’t risk it.

Couldn’t risk his omega feeling alone even for one second. Which was why he owed Robin his entire existence when she gently knocked on the door bearing breakfast and supplies.

She was there five minutes into his internal battle, a basket in hand and a bag hanging from the crook of her elbow. Steve kept checking back over his shoulder for any sign of Eddie waking up as she very quietly passed the basket through, then the bag, communicating through his eyes alone

‘Thank you so much’

And her ‘you’re welcome’ and when he’d gotten everything, she grabbed his elbow before he could retreat back inside and pointed at a covered with cling film plate in the basket mouthing ‘this is yours. Eat it or else.’ Because she knew, she knew that he’d only eaten the things Eddie hadn’t wanted the day before, he’d not gotten a solid dinner or supper and she wasn’t having that happen again.

Some Alphas, in Steve’s opinion, the good ones, too often wound up a little malnourished after their Omegas heat, too focused on providing everything their mates needed to remember their own needs.

He smiled in thanks before she quietly shooed him back inside where he placed his own meal down on the unused bed, and then returned to the nest, settling himself down beside his snoozing Omega, those little rumbly tummy noises becoming more and more prominent.

He’d be insufferably hungry for the next day or so if things went the normal way, but… given how quickly he’d progressed… Eddie was going to lose himself within a day, a day and a half at most with no way to know just how long that period would last. It could be just as quick as the others, but it could also last for the entirety of the rest of the week which would be… not good.

He wouldn’t have enough energy for the whole week. He’d wind up hurting himself.

He couldn’t assume anything though, couldn’t just plan for an issue that may or may not happen, he’d have to play it by ear. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like not being confident in his ability to take care of his Omega, so he focused entirely on what he could do.

He placed the basket of goodies down beside him in the nest.

He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to the omega’s warm forehead. In the softest voice he could manage, he whispered “Eddieee… my Omega, wakey wakey” gently crooning “Eddie, my sleepy, hungry little devil, wakey wake-up~” to slowly rouse him from his slumber.

It helped no-one when Eddie decided he would reposition himself to curl himself in and rest his head directly in Steve’s lap, but Steve didn’t overreact, he simply took to gently stroking his fingers through the Omegas hair, carefully working out the tangles that’d gathered in his sleep as he stroked. “Eddiiiee, I’ve got fooood” and there was one eye open. Peeking through his dark lashes, he was only feigning sleep.

Steve greeted him with a smile, fingers gently ruffling his bangs, receiving the softest little mrrp of a sound from Eddie in return as he closed his eye again “too bright” the Omega murmured “your smile, too bright, like sunshine, turn it off” Steve laughed, such a melodic sound Eddie found himself opening both eyes just to see Steve’s laughter face.

Bask in the sunshine that was his smile, the crinkle at the corners of his eyes from laughing and smiling too much, god he was beautiful. Such a beautiful alpha. “So sorry sleepy head” Steve cooed after his laughter had died down, a warm smile settling on his face after it that sunshine couldn’t even compete with.

Eddie wanted to wake up to that smile every day for the rest of his life. His stomach rumbled again, louder this time, angrier for his stark ignorance of its empty state. Those crinkles came back as Steve’s smile widened, god he really was the most beautiful man, wasn’t he?

“I’ll forgive you, if you keep smiling at me like that.”

“Didn’t you just say to turn the smile off?” He hadn’t turned it off yet thank god.

“Ignore sleepy Eddie, he’s a monster hell bent on my destruction. I need it to continue my existence in this world.” Another rumble “I also need food.” Another laugh, god was there anything he owned, that he would not give away to keep that laugh in his life? Maybe his guitar but that was it. “Specifically, chips and peanut butter.” He didn’t care what flavour chips they might be, he wanted chips, and he wanted peanut butter, preferably together.

“Good job I have a few goodies then hm?” A quick rummage later and he procured two bags of cheese and chive chips and a jar of peanut butter.

“When did you have time to go get these?” Eddie made grabby hands as he spoke, happily pulling them into his chest and beginning his feast loudly and unashamedly.

“I didn’t, Robin brought them for me, along with the supplies I asked for”

“…When did you start befriending ex-band geeks?”

“The summer after I graduated, we were working the saaaaame shit job at the mall? Then we worked the same shit job at the video store, then we worked the same shit job at that haunted house that pops up every Halloween? Y’know, the one in the creepy as shit murder house?” Eddie nodded, he knew the one, kids would often dare each other to go in, supposedly there’d been some gruesome murders in it once upon a time but… ancient history now. “We just kinda… followed each other from job to job until we landed here, y’know?”

“An… an you’re sure you both arent—”

“I mean yeah, once upon a time, I may have had a crush. She’s really cool, and funny, and smart, an it’s very easy to develop crush on her, but… once I got past that, and trust me, that’s been gone for years, it’s been very much platonic with a capital P. I love her, but like a sister. People say we share a braincell sometimes.” Eddie snorted a little laugh, although he could have easily found himself jealous, could have easily found himself irritable, Steve was just so damn sincere about Robin.

He was just… he loved his sister. Even if she wasn’t blood related, she was his sister in every other way that mattered.

He stuffed a peanut butter slathered chip into his mouth and chewed in silent thought.

“—Is that okay?” He’d been quiet for too long, Steve was looking at him, hesitant, Robin was non-negotiable. He’d choose Robin over anyone, even if it meant he’d be single forever, he’d have Robin there with him.

“Have some people made you think that it’s not?”

“I’ve had a few Omegas try and demand I stop talking to her…” those relationships ended immediately.

“Then I hope you told them to take a hike, family comes first, especially the family you choose. I think it’s real cute that you love your sister, Stevie” And just like that, all the weight and uncertainty just kind of melted from Steve’s shoulders, he relaxed, he smiled again, and god he was just so pretty from that angle. Eddie could look up at him forever, the view only being improved by Steve feeding him grapes like in one of those paintings. Chips and peanut butter would have to do for the time being. “Same as I think it’s real cute that you like being the little spoon.” The laugh was better though.

His beautiful laugh, the way it lit up his face, it made him all warm and cosy inside. Like being bundled up in the comfiest of sweaters in front of a log fire on a winters night with a good book and a cup of hot cocoa.

“And you prefer being the big spoon?”

“That I do, big boy, that I do… guess we were made for each other, huh? Do you think they’ll let us kiss if you tell them we’re sleep position compatible?”

“No, they won’t.” He didn’t even need to ask, but he was at least a little impressed at how Eddie had swerved right back to trying his luck regardless of the expected outcome. So tenacious of him.

It sort of reminded Steve of how many times the guy had attempted senior year before he'd eventually cracked it. Determined to graduate regardless of how many people doubted him.

“Worth a shot.” Something told Steve that it wouldnt be the last shot he'd take.

Part 11

#PirateWrites #NestFiclet #Steddie #CW: A/B/O #No Upside Down AU #Omegaverse #Omega!Eddie Munson #Alpha!Steve Harrington

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onemillionfurries · 3 months

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i gotta stop scrolling through the palworld tumblr/twitter search holy shit my brain is rotting.

Palworld did not use AI in it's designs oh my god. the initial trailer for the game dropped in 2021, before AI art generation really kicked off into high-gear, and you can see many designs there that are finalized for the final game. You can look at the original trailer here. No doubt that many other creature designs were also finalized during this time.

Additionally, lets also look at what AI pokemon actually DID look like at the time:

... these look absolutely nothing like palworld designs. palworld designs are very deliberate "pokemon but legally distinct" or "two pokemon mashed together", wheras these are an amalgamation of all the pokemon available at the time. if anyone remembers the melty surreal AI of the time, you know there's no way to ask it to give you a "normal type lycanroc" and have it produce direhowl's design.

I also feel like this whole discourse around accusing the team of using AI for their monster designs does a disservice to the completely original designs in the game? because believe it or not, there are a lot of wholly unique designs in this game! my personal favorites so far being Tombat, Swee, and Caprity.

if it turns out that everything truly was AI generated then that's egg on my face. you're allowed to have your opinions on the plagiarism of palworld's monster designs, but don't go around spreading false information you read online just because it sounds true and makes the game look worse.

#lab notes #palworld #palworld discourse #im so tired yall #anyways look at Caprity. i love it so much i wanna hug it so so so bad #it looks so soft #it kicked my ass multiple times in game #i also rly hope that if/when they update the game:#if they add new pals that theyre a lot more original designs. PLS i love the original designs SO much

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luveline · 2 years

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eddie saying “hey babe, come here?” and both reader and roan show up

i love this idea, I know it's not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it !!!! ♡ fem!reader

Eddie gets home and can't see either of his girls. Not a brilliant sign but not necessarily a bad thing, he sheds his clothing one piece at a time. Steel-toed boots at the door, oil-covered coveralls at the couch, gross socks in the kitchen. He screws them up into a grease containing ball and drops them onto the floor with intention to pick them up later.

There's a pot of macaroni simmering on the furthest burner. He lifts the lid, stirs the pasta with a wooden spoon and then licks it clean, eyes rolling up into his head at the unmistakable pleasure of melty hot cheese. He turns off the heat and moves on to a pile of clothes he'd ironed last night on the table, finding for himself a new pair of socks and some well loved slacks, their left hem sewn back together by your clumsy, well-meaning hand.

He can hear the shower going as he nears the bathroom, and Roan's animated make pretend from her own bedroom. He bypasses both, desperate for a hair tie to pull his hair out of his face after a day of it tickling his cheeks. His first hair tie had snapped halfway through the day, and Wayne had laughed and told him he should've cut it a long time ago.

You swear in the bathroom. The shower gets turned off and you flash past the open door, a blur of skin and your white towel. You cuss with every wet footprint you leave behind, though eventually you must realise he's home, because you ask, "Eddie?"

"In here, baby."

Roan throws open her bedroom door with as much strength as her body possesses and stares across the way with a small frown. "What, daddy?"

He's going to say, I wasn't calling you, sweetheart, you can go back to your game, because her formidable expression might be indicative of a grouchy mood on the horizon, but he's missed her so much he gives in.

"Can't spare a kiss for dad, can you?" he asks, throwing a hand against his forehead.

She drags her feet and Eddie swoops her up into his arms, dropping kiss across her face anywhere he can. She cracks quickly like an egg with a soft shell and deigns to give him the cuddle he'd been craving.

You watch from the doorway with your hand held to your chest, holding your towel closed.

"You alright, sweetheart?" he asks you.

"Perfect," Roan answers.

You both grin over her head. Eddie shifts her weight into one arm so he can hold out the other and beckon you you him, hugging your damp shoulder.

"Ew, dad. You stink," Roan says.

You giggle from under his arm. "He really does."

"To think I was missing you both," he grumbles.

more eddie and roan

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader #dad!eddie munson

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