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sissylittlefeather · 6 months

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This is the Story

Chapter 9

A/N: This one was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Special thanks, as always, to my besties @ccab and @elvisfatass for all their help in bringing this story to life!

ICYMI: this is the one with the OC Grace Dubois, author and single mom of 6 year old Wendy. Need to catch up? Here are the links:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Kissing, cussing, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, also violence (fistfight) and death threat, and an asshole talking to and touching Grace in a way she doesn't want

Word count: 3kish

Still song inspo:

He can put his own feelings aside to make sure nothing happens to them.

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"Mr. Marshall, my name is Colonel Tom Parker."

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"I'm the manager for Mr. Elvis Presley."

"Why are you calling me?"

"I'm led to believe you were once in a relationship with a woman named Grace Dubois?"

"Is this about the photograph?"

"It is indeed. Do you know your daughter is calling him 'daddy'?"

"What the fuck? Why are you telling me this?"

"I believe we may have a common goal..."

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After a week of nothing happening, Grace begins to relax. She's still sleeping in Lisa's room with Wendy, but everyday she gets closer to apologizing to Elvis. He's been so kind to let them stay with him and despite being in the same house, she misses him desperately. Still, she knows that she hurt him with what she said, but she's not entirely sure she was wrong. What would happen when he went back to Vegas or on tour? She can't afford to take the risk that he'll fall back into his old patterns. But it doesn't change the fact that she loves him and every time they meet in the hallway she wants nothing more than to fall apart in his arms. There are several moments when it feels like they're right on the cusp of reconciliation, but something always happens to get in the way. Either he's called away or she has somewhere to be or Wendy needs her. They continue working on the book in cool cooperation, him looking at her longingly anytime she's not paying attention and her praying that this time she'll find the strength to apologize.

At the beginning of the second week, Elvis turns to Grace as she packs up her notebook. She thinks he's about to say something about the situation they're in, but he doesn't.

"I'm going to be back in the studio tonight."

"Tonight? For how long?"

"Until we finish, but it could be every night for the next few weeks. I just wanted to let you know I won't be around much."

"Oh." Then a thought occurs to her.

"But what if Richard shows up?"

"Grace, it's been a week and nothing has happened. I think you'll be okay."

"Do you want us to leave?"

"No. Of course not. I just think you'll be okay here by yourself."

"I have to go to the store tonight."

"Do you want to take Jerry with you?"

"No. I'll be okay. I just... I don't want to be here without you." She looks at him, her eyes shiny with tears. The possibility of Richard showing up isn't the only reason she wants him there. He flexes his hand in an attempt to keep from touching her face.

"I'm sorry. I have to do this album. The studio is struggling and I'm hoping by recording there I can breathe some life back into it. And we already started recording back in the summer before... I just have to finish it."

"You have to do what you have to do." She finishes packing up and walks out of the room. From the hallway, she hears him cuss and slam his fist on the desk.

Maybe it's time for them to move back to the apartment.

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When Elvis gets to Stax, he has a moment of concern about Grace and Wendy alone at the house, but he tells himself he doesn't need to worry. She's a grown woman and everyday it seems like she needs him less and less. It might be time for him to move on with his life without her. The thought causes a lump to form in his throat, but he swallows it quickly and gets to work. The album isn't going to record itself.

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It's almost dark when Grace and Wendy come back from their shopping trip. Grace is reluctant to go back to the big, empty house. She knows Elvis and the mafia guys have gone to the studio by now.

As she pulls up to the gate, she notices a man standing against it. That's strange, since most of Elvis's fans are female. When he approaches the car, though, her heart drops into her stomach.

"Well, well. So the rumors are true."

"What are you doing here, Richard?"

"I've come to collect what's mine." He gestures to Wendy, who looks up at him quizzically.

"Who are you?" She says it sassily.

"I'm your daddy, baby." She sneers defiantly.

"No. My daddy is Elvis Presley. I don't know who you are." He hisses and turns to Grace.

"Did you tell her that? You fucking him doesn't make him her father."

"Well, you're not either. Go home Richard."

"My name's on her birth certificate. I know you don't want me to take you to court." Grace's blood runs cold. She knew this would happen. He reaches through the open window and strokes her face.

"Come on, honey, don't you remember how good we were together? You look good."

"Stop it, Richard. Don't call me honey." She closes her eyes and wills him to go away, but he doesn't.

"I bet you let him call you honey when he fucks you." She turns to him with angry tears in her eyes. Just then, a guard comes up to the them, shiny gun on his hip.

"Is there a problem here?" Grace nods.

"Yes, please let me go through the gates and make sure he doesn't follow me." The guard nods and tries to escort Richard away from the car. He shakes the guard's hand off of him.

"Don't fucking touch me." Then he turns back to Grace as the gates open. "I'm not going anywhere, honey. I'll get what I came for, one way or another."

Grace speeds through the gates and up to the house.

"Mama, what's wrong? Who was that man?"

Grace is shaking as the tears run down her face. She turns to Wendy.

"Don't worry about him, sweetie. He's no one." Wendy nods slowly and they get out of the car, leaving the shopping on the backseat. Grace ushers Wendy upstairs to bed and goes directly to the telephone.

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"Elvis. I'm sorry to bother you..."

"Grace, what's wrong?" He can tell by her voice that she's upset.

"Richard is here. He's at the gates and he wants Wendy. I don't know what to do." He can hear her sniffing through the phone and knows she's crying.

"Stay inside, honey, I'm coming." He hangs up the phone and turns to the guys.

"We gotta go."

"Elvis, we're right in the middle of-"

"I said we need to go. Now." Elvis rushes to the car and the guys pile in with Jerry in the front seat.

"Is it Grace?"

"Her ex is at the gates." Jerry raises his eyebrows.

"Shit."

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Grace watches out the window for Elvis's car to pull up to the gates. When it does, he gets out of the car with the guys. She walks out the front door and down the driveway to see and hear what's about to happen.

Richard is still leaning against the gates.

"If it isn't the man himself." He says mockingly to Elvis. Grace can tell by Elvis's body language that that was the wrong thing to say to him.

"Listen here, motherfucker. You leave Grace and Wendy alone." Grace's hand goes to her throat. She's not sure how this is going to go.

"Or what?" Elvis takes two steps and grabs the front of Richard's shirt and punches him hard. When he stands back up, he swings and lands one good shot on Elvis's nose before the mafia guys swoop in to hold him. Grace gasps. She starts to tingle as she watches Elvis beat the living shit out of Richard. Her heart races and her breathing speeds up.

As Elvis continues to deck him, he yells.

"You abandoned your pregnant fiancée, Dick." He lands another hit.

"You are no kind of father." And another.

"You are no kind of man." And another.

By this point Richard is only vertical because the mafia guys are holding him, but he's not unconscious. Elvis holds his shirt again and gets frighteningly close, but he's still loud enough for Grace to hear.

"And if you ever come around Grace or Wendy ever again, I'll shoot you in the face. Do you understand me?" He nods and whimpers. Elvis throws him on the ground by his shirt front in disgust.

Grace lets out a tiny moan at the sight. Her worry for Elvis is overpowered by another, stronger experience. The scene that just played out made her blood run to her core and she needs to put her own hands on Elvis as quickly as possible.

The gates open and he walks up to her, flexing his knuckles gingerly.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, honey."

"I'm not." She whispers breathily. He smiles and throws his arm around her shoulders as they make their way up to the house together.

******

Once inside, they go to the kitchen. Elvis has a bloody nose from the one punch Richard was able to land, so Grace gets a wet towel to clean him up. She stands between his knees and gently dabs at his face with the towel. When she finishes, she lays the towel on the counter behind him, looking into his eyes deeply.

"Thank you."

"I don't think we'll be hearing from him again."

Simultaneously, he puts his hands on her hips and she leans in and presses her lips against his. He pulls back and kisses her again with his lips parted, letting his tongue slide into her mouth. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in close. They stay entwined like this for a while, tongues dancing against each other and bodies pressed together.

Eventually, Elvis stands up and scoops Grace into his arms like a bride. She giggles and he carries her upstairs to the bedroom. Neither of them has to say anything to know this is what they both want.

When they get into the room, Elvis lays Grace on the bed gently. He begins to undress her slowly, kissing each part of her as he does, starting with her shoes. He slides her pants down and kisses each of her thighs.

"You have beautiful legs, honey." She smiles as he plants more kisses along her calf. He moves back up, lifting her shirt and kissing her stomach softly. Then he runs both hands up her back and pulls her shirt up over her head. She's a beautiful woman, but she's even more attractive to him because of the way he feels about her. He tries to show this in the way he kisses her neck and shoulder gently. He lifts her delicate hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses into her palm.

"I love your hands." He thinks of how they flit across the page like butterfly wings as she writes. He moves back up her arm and slides the straps of her bra off her shoulders and kisses down to her nipple. He pulls the left one into his mouth softly and then lets his lips ghost over her skin as he moves across to the other one. He continues to worship her body with his mouth as he removes her bra and panties completely. As she lays there naked in front of him, he's overwhelmed with affection for every aspect of her. The way he loves her physical body is just an expression of the love he has for the rest of her. He gently runs his fingertips from her cheek, down her neck, to her chest, and on down her hip and leg. Finally, he situates himself between her legs.

The whole time he undresses her, she revels in the tenderness of his hands, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Her arousal grows with every kiss and she needs him more and more, but not just physically. She needs his love, his adoration, and all of him in every way.

When he presses his mouth to her center, her back arches and she moans his name softly. He licks slow circles around her clit, pressing his tongue into her slit and then licking back up to the spot that makes her wild.

"You taste so good, honey." He whispers it into her and the subtle vibration makes her crazy. He continues moving his tongue over and around her, sliding two of his long fingers into her pussy, pressing them as far in as they'll go before tickling the inside of her. She gasps and he begins to move his tongue faster over and around her clit.

"Oh god, Elvis." She moans again, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She's just on the cusp of her orgasm and he can tell by the way she flutters around him.

"Come for me, honey." She whines as her orgasm washes over her in waves of pulsating pleasure, wetness spilling out of her as he continues to run his tongue over her clit. She puts her hand in his hair, assuming he's going to stop, but he doesn't. He just keeps right on licking and teasing her sensitive bud until it tightens again and she feels a second orgasm overtake her.

"Fuck, Elvis!" When he still doesn't stop, Grace pats the top of his head and whimpers.

"One more, honey." His speech is a little slurred from the use of his tongue, but he presses on. Grace is sweating, her hands clenching the bedspread as he refuses to give up licking, fingering, and tongue-fucking her.

Finally, she comes a third time, wetness splashing out of her this time as she moans loudly. Elvis smiles and kisses back up her body as she tries to catch her breath. He lays on the bed next to her, also breathing heavily.

She rolls over to him and, despite her shaking hands, practically rips his clothes off of him. Once he's naked, she takes his cock in her hand and strokes it gently. Then, she bends over and pulls the whole thing into her mouth.

"Fuck, Grace." He moans as she moves up and down on him. He wraps his fingers in her hair and holds it up while she drags her tongue up and down his shaft. Then, she pulls his foreskin back and makes slow circles on his sensitive head. He whimpers and throws his head back. Just when he can't stand that any longer, she pulls all of him into her mouth, pressing her nose into the hair at the base of him.

"God, Grace, if you don't stop..."

"Mhmm?" The feeling of her lips around him when she hums almost pushes him over the edge, but then she pulls off of him, sucking the tip with a small pop.

He acts like he's going to roll over on top of her, but she pushes him down on the bed.

"No."

She climbs on top of him and sinks onto his cock slowly, taking in every inch of him.

"Fuckkkk yes, honey." He groans as she begins to bounce up and down on him. After a minute of this, she switches to grinding into him, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her. She equals his relentlessness in her pursuit of his orgasm. She wants to give herself to him fully and make him come as hard as she did. He reaches up and cups her breasts with his hands as he rides him, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Then, he moves his hands down to her hips and moves with her as she winds her body back and forth on top of him. Finally, he can't stand it anymore and he tumbles headfirst over a cliff of pleasure, cussing and shuddering and filling her with his release.

"Fuck, yes, Grace, yes." He says through gritted teeth as he comes. She leans over and rests her body on his as he wraps his arms around her. When she sits up, he pushes her hair back out of her face and looks up at her softly.

"I'm sorry-" she begins, but he puts his finger on her lips and shakes his head.

"I love you so much. I've never loved anyone like this. You have me, body and soul, honey." Her eyes fill with tears again, but this time they don't fall.

"And I'm yours, Elvis."

She lays next to him and nuzzles into his shoulder, as he leans over and kisses her forehead, both of them determined to never let anything come between them again.

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Chapter 10 coming soon!

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fizzingwizard · 6 months

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I was genuinely looking forward to Lupin vs Holmes in part 6, but what a disappointment it was. Actually, disappointment is too weak a word. In my opinion, it was pretty much a disaster.

There were so many reasons to be hyped for that crossover. You've got Holmes, the greatest detective of his time, and Lupin, the greatest thief of his. They're both canny, eccentric, and always a step ahead of everyone else. They're also both independent and live by their own set of morals. Holmes picks which cases he'll take without concern for money, and lets people go even if they're guilty if his own convictions say they don't deserve punishment. Lupin always does what he wants, doesn't let himself get pushed around, and enjoys wreaking havoc among inhumane criminals just as much as he enjoys flouting the law.

They're even perfectly matched in the ways they're different. I was open to them either liking or disliking each other (though I feel convinced they'd definitely have respect for each other), because I can see either take making sense. Holmes is calculations with a pinch of chaos, Lupin is chaos with a measured dash of calculation. Holmes eschews relationships aside from a very few - Lupin enjoys social interaction (but prioritizes just a few). Holmes is functionally asexual. Lupin is never not horny.

Even the supporting cast was so promising! To tell the truth, from watching previous seasons I didn't really think the rest of the Lupin gang or Watson would have much to do. But I hoped they would because there was so much potential.

I mean Jigen and Watson are both war veterans in their own way. It's not the best comparison (Watson was a doctor, and got shot almost immediately... but he is also a "man of action" and does have a lot of fight and pluck, even if he's not going to be a match for Jigen in terms of marksmanship). And they're the right hand men of two pretty difficult geniuses... couldn't they spend a moment commiserating lmao.

It could have been awesome to see Fujiko interact with Holmes because her usual tricks wouldn't work on him. I admit it isn't unlikely the show would have been like "Ahh, but this time they do work on him, just like Irene Adler!" and totally ignored that book!Irene impressed Holmes with her wiliness and not her sexiness... But I'm talking about my fantasy here. And in my fantasy, Holmes would have had a similar reaction to Fujiko's manipulation and acting skills similar to how he did with Irene. It would have been pretty cool to see Fujiko interact with a man who was NOT into her, but was just as smart and brave and perhaps wiser than Lupin.

Even Goemon would have had something to do. He could have had a super cool kenjutsu vs baritsu ("what even is that?") battle with Holmes. Extra points if Goemon walks away saying "I respect the skill of that fellow warrior, even if he can't spell his own martial art correctly."

And of course Lestrade and Zenigata's shenanigans at Scotland Yard are a nobrainer. But serious bonus points if they both pine away with equal envy and admiration for their respective smart ass thorns in the side hahahahahahaha.

I mean. There was SO MUCH there. How, HOW do you mess that up???

(Answer: By knowing absolutely nothing about Sherlock Holmes to begin with and basing everything on your memories of inaccurate movies from fifty years ago x'D)

So instead we got: perpetually sad, somber Sherlock Holmes, who isn't working the job that he literally loves anymore in favor of looking miserable a lot and raising a child. And the child is Watson's kid, who Watson can't raise because he's fucking DEAD, and mom can't raise because SHE'S dead (just say Holmes is her mom. Come on. We're in the future. Just say it). Also Watson is dead because Lestrade killed him like WHAT. Of all the twists they could have gone one, they definitely surprised me with that one. Was it a fun surprise though? ... No, no it wasn't.

Add to that the extremely dull characterizations of everyone, the heavy reliance on the danger to a little girl who isn't even a canonical character but is very cute, and the slow, slow pace of the episodes... What a mess. It was memorable, sure, but for the wrong reasons.

Like the only thing I can think of that I didn't hate about the whole arc was Lily taking her first steps as Holmes's assistant at the very end. Fine, that's adorable, and makes me feel ever so slightly better about Watson being dead. And I'm desperate for something to like here so let's go with it.

("It's not really Sherlock Holmes anyway because of the generational difference, it's his great grandson who has his exact same name and job! Same with Watson and Lestrade and sexy Mrs Hudson and and and-" I'm gonna stop you right there we all know it's Holmes. Whatever excuses they make, no matter how they have to bend time and physics to make it happen, it is Holmes Prime in every way that matters lol.)

A melancholy sigh for the Coolest Crossover Ever That Wasn't. As a Lupin fan and a Sherlock Holmes fan, I'll regret it till the day I die.

#lupin iii #honestly fuck part 6 lol #a very grave and serious post about very grave and serious matters

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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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hi i hope ur doing good, i have a south park request for main 4(Kenny,cartman,Stan, and kyle obv) where even though theyre young the reader started puberty already and developed fast? i dont mean to make it seem sexual i just mean like maybe the boys feel embarrased talking to her? lol sorry if this doesnt make sense i just rlly like the way u write🥲 and also i would like seperate pls and platonic or romantic, whatever u want and also the reader a girl pls. Sorry if u are uncomfortable with any of this thats perfectly okay if u are so just feel free to ignore this then. and thank u either way for taking the time to read this even if u dont do it! have a good day or night, and make sure to rest, drink plenty of water and eat food!❤️

(There's no reason to be uncomfortable. I think the concept is cute. Don't worry. I'm also drinking more water and eat fine. Thank you! 💜💜💜)

I really hope you can tolerate being puked on...

Because it is going to happen a lot...

He's super embarrassed about it.

Avoids you for a while.

In the end his mother had to explain it.

He asks his father for advice...but it's not good advice.

"Stan, never ever piss off a woman on her period. They get scary and mean."

Did not help his internal conflict.

After that, he apologizes and stops avoiding you.

"Sorry. I had no idea that you have to go through this every month."

He really tries to understand. Though He still doesn't get it completely.

He will sneak peaks at your growing chest. (Respectively of course).

He'll get you snacks and anything you need.

You'll have to tell him what to get first before he leaves.

Because the first time, he came back with diapers thinking that was what you needed.

He's a sweetheart.

A confused and anxiety filled one because of his dad's "advice."

But a sweetheart nonetheless.

He takes it more mature than the others.

I mean, he does get embarrassed at first.

Like, were you always this pretty?

Doesn't know how to approach you.

He will ask his mom for advice, awkwardly.

Once his mother explains it, he feels bad of all the pain women go through monthly.

"Hey, my mom told me all about what girls go through during puberty. I'm sorry about being awkward before. I got you some items that may help."

Will do research on ways to remedy the pain and what products you might need.

He has Ibuprofen, hot pads, and your favorite snacks in his locker in case you need it.

This man chugs his Respect Women Juice.

And if Cartman shits on you for hitting puberty, he'll beat his ass.

Kyle is your right hand man and he helps you feel less awkward.

Will still include you in groups activities with the boys and breaks the tension.

Ignores Cartman's complaints.

You appreciate his efforts in trying to understand.

While he might not get it completely, he knows enough to make you feel comfortable and normal.

You are grateful for him.

He doesn't get weirded out or awkward about it like the others.

In fact, he's excited.

Not about the bleeding. Gross.

More so on the fact that you were developing a bigger chest and wider hips.

As we all know, Kenny is very perverted.

So of course he'll try and flirt with you.

Like Kyle, he also does research, but in secret.

He doesn't change the way he acts around you for the most part.

Except for the fact that he offers to give you hip, shoulder, or back massages.

He claims it helps with the cramps, which it does in a sense.

But you know he just wants to cop a feel.

"Are your boobs sore again? Let me hold them for you."

You politely decline.

All perverted jokes aside, he really does try to help you out when you're on your period.

Like, you gotta go through that shit every month?! That sucks ass!

Will offer peace offerings like flowers he picked up from the ground or some origami project that will make you smile.

(He can't really buy you anything).

The fact that Kenny doesn't make it weird for you is relieving.

You may or may not let him massage your shoulders since it feels nice.

ONLY the shoulders.

He is the literal worst out of the four.

Like, he does NOT take it well.

"Ewww gross! You're bleeding!? Get away from me!"

Will avoid you like the plague.

Literally believes that periods are contagious.

Kyle did beat his ass a few times for his remarks he kept making.

Absolutely loses his SHIT if you were to accidentally brush against him or touch him.

Cries to his mom saying he's now going to bleed every month now.

His mom had to sit him down and explain to him what puberty Is like for woman. And that boys can't get periods.

He is relived and just utterly DISGUSTED.

Eventually will stop avoiding you.

But when it's that time of the month, he will throw snacks to you, so you can get your mood swings away from him.

You're pissed, but still accept the free food.

I mean come on, who'll deny free sweets?

It takes a while for things to get back to normal.

He will start making snide comments here and there.

Overall, -10/10 reaction.

#south park #south park x reader #sp style #south park headcanons #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kyle x reader #stan marsh x reader #cartman x reader #kenny x reader

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freddie-77-ao3 · 2 months

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TRANS PEOPLE AT CAMP HALF BLOOD BC I'M IN A MOOD™️ RIGHT NOW

NON BINARY:

Connor Stoll (they/them). Connor got to camp at age four, where someone just assumed he was named connor, so they took up the name of a dead boy named connor and decided that yeah, he/him was alright. didn't know what trans meant at the time, they just sort of... anyway, then after the battle of the labyrinth they came out as NB.

wood nymphs. they've got a different gender system than demigods, as well as different pronouns, but to keep it simple for the campers your best bet is they/them.

the resident god Dionysus ofc. he has a complicated relationship with gender (see his chapter in PJ's Greek Gods) but basically, doesn't care what you call him. he/they generally.

MTF:

Drew Tanaka! she's just. always considered herself a girl. there was never any hesitation. her mom called her son and she just. did not compute. her mom was accepting and just sort of called aphrodite up and told her that actually she had given birth to a girl. Aphrodite sent down a new wardrobe in return. she never changed her name.

Clarisse la Rue. she came out when she was twelve. her mom didn't accept her, but clarisse had run away years before that so... her mother never apologized. when clarisse went to her house with chris, it was only because she was truly desperate. after the battle of manhattan clarisse called her once, and. never again.

Lou Ellen Blackstone. she told cecil and will when they were eleven or so (SOM) but didn't really come out to everyone else until one of the hunters pulled her aside in TTC to ask if she wanted to join bc the hunters are super good at finding girls apparently. lou ellen really regrets this but somehow cecil convinced her to make her legal name Louise-Eleanor (first) Wilmadeen (middle) Cecilia (middle) Blackstone. it-- she pretends it's just lou ellen. don't bring it up. Will thinks there was a murder involved and-- well neither of them are telling him otherwise, that's all i'm saying.

FTM: (oh boy here's where I projected a whole bunch)

PERCY MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON. alright folks you ready? so percy came out when he was twelve RIGHT before TLT picks up. struggling mother sally jackson immediately accepts him no questions asked (well there are a few questions but) she gets him onto puberty blockers from a free clinic on forth street right away and changes his name legally. financially they're still struggling, obviously, but sally is picking up some extra shifts. she's already planning on having percy go on T when he turns 16 (if he lives that long--) and after manhattan poseidon and sally sit him down and are like: okay so technically because of ancient laws poseidon can't just snap his fingers but uh if you want a real easy top surgery just do a really easy quest for him and he'll magic your tits away and percy agrees of course so poseidon drops a sand dollar on the ground and in the. most. indifferent voice possible he goes "oh no. my sand dollar. i need a hero." and percy picks it up-- and done. that's when he decides to join the swim team because he doesn't need to bind anymore. also when he heard the prophecy percy immediately went, well i know it says im going to die but hey the universe recognises me as a dude that's pretty cool right. very affirming for him.

NEXT UP we've got michael. height dysphoria kicks ass so seriously don't mention how short he is. anyway michael thought that it was spelt micheal so he chose it for the pun and to feel connected to his dad. uh. don't bring that up to him either. anyway despite being very short, michael's usually pretty stealth. he came out in ttc when he asks jake mason out bc luke used to date his brother lee and michael basically goes "hey do you want to go out i promise i'll be a good boyfriend and not leave you like luke left lee." and jake just bluescreens for a moment because wait, BOYfriend, and anyway after that michael realises he never told anyone. (not necessary to the post but jake said yes) oh, also, his middle name is john. why? who knows. it wasn't significant or anything, clarisse just turned to him one day and said, "you know, you look like a john." so yeah, Michael John Yew. also he liked archery bc it was a lot easier to bind in so.

following that you'll find that actually the three main pjo apollo boys are trans. so WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE. my baby boy is-- well he's got a lot going on. Will binds (but when he turns 16 he's going to get top surgery and he is. very excited) and don't let his mild mannered doctor self fool you he is a HYPOCRITE when it comes to binding, like that bitch will nag you for hours if you bind for over 8 hours and then you'll see him come off a 48 hour infirmary shift still binding. when he was young and his mother was touring, she left him with his grandparents. He tried to come out at five and cut all of his hair off, but his grandparents kicked him out. Clarisse found him in Texas and brought him to camp. which isn't SATS compliant but I haven't read it yet so *shrug*. Anyway Andrew is after Apollo, when Apollo first met Naomi, he called himself Andrew.

Lee Fletcher is also trans. He was fully transitioned by the time he died. He was super upper class when he came out and his mum stopped speaking to him, but he kept his wealth and became a staunch advocate for trans rights until he died. Anyway he came out when he was seventeen.

Cecil Markowitz. His parents died in a fire when he was 8, he was sent to his grandmother, she kicked him out when he was 9 and came out.

Clovis

Mitchell

Leo Valdez (part of why Rosa called him a demon)

Malcolm Pace (his trans identity deserves a whole 'nother post it's.) anyway Malcolm can't bind so.

Ellis Wakefield (currently writing a fic about this actually) anyway Ellis comes out when he's 13 (so BoM) at camp, and comes out when he's 15 to his mum. it doesn't go great.

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kurooo-is-here · 4 months

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Hey I really I like the how the Drayton and Lacey x Elesa’s kid turned out, thanks! I wanted to ask if you could do an expansion on that.

What if the reader started to get eating disorders or unhealthy eating habits trying to live up to their’s mom’s legacy (maybe excessive battling too.)

Also how would they react around their partner pokemon, Zebstrika. How would react if Elesa came for a surprise visit (I headcanon elesa as a good mom since she helped out Bianca in Pokémon black and white)

Oooo, it's been awhile since I wrote about any heavy topics like this. I will go ahead and say though, massive trigger warning for eating disorders. This is all fiction of course, but stay safe out there!

Being Elesa's kid, part 2:

Content Warning: Eating Disorders

Lacey is the first to notice your discomfort. She asks why you're not eating your food, and you respond that you're just not hungry. She lets it go at first, but then she notices that you start to skip even more meals and spend more time training your Pokemon.

Days go by and you haven't eaten anything. One day you mention to her that maybe you're eating too many calories for the day, and she finally has enough. She drags you aside and demands to weigh you, despite your protests.

You've lost... a lot of weight. Too much. Lacey pales as she looks between you and the scale.

"Y/N... We need to get you some help." She says quietly. "This isn't right."

You have an argument with her. You keep insisting you don't need help, that you're perfectly fine-- but Lacey knows you better than that. She points out that your Zebstrika has been looking tired from exhaustion (from excessive training), and that she's worried you've developed an eating disorder. She urges you to get help. You yell at her that she's been ignoring you lately, so maybe she should just mind her own business, because she's much prettier than you anyway.

...There's silence.

"Y/N, is that what this is about?" She asks finally. "What's going on?"

Apparently you had been bullied online after posting pictures of yourself with Lacey and Drayton. They would comment that someone like you didn't deserve to be friends with the likes of them-- they were important people, and you were just some nobody. They made fun of you for being Elesa's kid, saying they couldn't even tell because you looked nothing like your mom.

You had a mental breakdown after showing all of this to Lacey. Drayton came in just then because he heard shouting, and Lacey caught him up on the situation.

Drayton comforts you patiently as you sob into his shoulder, but his blood is boiling on the inside. Those bullies hurt you like this, they tore you apart... He would find them and give them hell.

Using his connections in the school as well as talking to Director Cyrano, he tracks down the bullies. He breaks their spirits in battle, strips them of their ranks, and leaves the rest of their punishment to the director.

Lacey is by your side the entire time, making sure you're taken care of physically and mentally. She wants to scold you, but she decides it can wait. Right now, your health is more important.

When Drayton gets back, he showers you with affection-- kisses, hugs, and cuddling. You fall asleep next to him, exhausted from such a long day.

Drayton swears to protect you. You're his only treasure, after all. He'll guard you with his life.

Elesa visits a week later after she hears the news. She's worried sick, asking you questions and checking your vitals. When you tell her you'll be fine, she starts crying a bit and hugs you.

"Oh darling... You don't need to hide around me. I'm always here for you. You will always be good enough for me." She whispers. You end up crying too, and Elesa makes sure you get the help you need before she departs. She even pays for your therapy.

Your Zebstrika has a bit of trouble trusting you, even after you start getting help. It wore itself out to exhaustion because of your training.

You tell Zebstrika with a heavy heart that if it wants to be with another trainer, you would be more than willing to release it or trade it away. To your surprise though, your Pokemon forgives you.

Zebstrika saw the pain you endured. It heard you cry yourself to sleep at night reading comments online. It wants to stay by your side, just this once.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon lacey #pokemon drayton x reader #lacey is your adoptive sister #kuro writes

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skamenglishsubs · 1 year

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Young Royals, Season 3, Give me what I want!

Hopefully wWe're gonna get a third season FUCK YEAH GUYS WOOHOO, and since my predictions for last season were so awesome, here's my predictions for the next one, combined with my personal wishlist:

First up, what I don't want is Wilhelm and Simon having relationship issues. We're done with that, thank you very much. Let them be together the entire season, no reason to force them apart again. Will they/won't they? They will. Move on.

Time-wise, it makes perfect sense for the season to span the rest of the spring semester, culminating in graduation for the third-year students. Or, it could continue into the summer break, although that would remove us from the school setting. Maybe for something epilogue-ish?

Obviously, the show has to deal with the two main drama points that were setup; The fallout from Wilhelm coming out publicly, and the fallout from Sara reporting August to the police.

Wilhelm coming out is fodder for lots of drama, how will the Queen and the court react, how will the press react, how will the people react? I expect paparazzi, newspaper headlines, and more shouting matches over the phone.

If it becomes public knowledge that August leaked the sex tape, that's gonna have repercussions for him at school, and it throws a wrench in the court's plan to make him Wilhelm's backup. Aside from the possible criminal investigation and possible trial, of course. Maybe there's some redemption possible for him here? I wouldn't mind.

Simon is now going to start feeling the weight of royal duty and being in the public eye. Maybe he'll need to move to Hillerska for his own protection and become a boarder. Is he joining Forest Ridge? Can he maybe join a rival house like Sprucewood? That could be some fun drama. But the royal court is also going to want to plan his future, just like Wilhelm's is already planned, I want to see him deal with all those expectations. He might also find out that having a relationship in secret was the easier option.

And what about Rosh and Ayub? There's an excellent opportunity for some class journey drama here, is Simon going to leave them behind? Is he going to be forced to leave them behind? If he's still living at home, is he going to need a bodyguard when riding the bus from school with his friends? Who would win in a fight, Malin or Rosh?

I missed Linda and Micke in season 2. I know there's good reasons for it, but I want more of them in season 3. Both of them are going to be thrust into the public eye having to deal with that, and Micke isn't exactly clean-cut and representative. He might also be dragged into the drug circus because of August, so that's some excellent drama fuel right there.

I don't know what I wish for Sara. Can the show give her a little break perhaps, and not let her be that trigger for lots of drama, please? She deserves some peace and quiet. It would also be kinda funny if she and Simon trade places so that she'll move back home again, while Simon moves to Hillerska. Maybe have her realize how misguided her class aspirations have been?

I want Felice to have more of a plot of her own. She's only been on support duty in season 2, I want her plot from season 1 to come back, let's do something with her parents, her mom is wonderfully terrible!

Simon and Wilhelm have never really been publicly a couple at Hillerska. Everyone knows, sure, but it's always been gossipy and talked about behind their backs. How will everyone deal with it being out in the open? How will this clash with various shitty traditions at Forest Ridge like the on-the-table crap? Are they gonna make both boys get up and confess? That could actually be done in a good, affirming way. I would also love for the school to close ranks and protect the boys from outside prying eyes like paparazzi and shit. That could be an opportunity for the minor characters to shine. And what about the Society? Wilhelm is technically breaking the oath he made when he joined. Will they break or bend?

Alexander needs justice, just get out from under August's thumb, please! Henry can stick to comic relief, he's great at it. Have him interrupt the boys getting busy for once! Stedrika becoming an official item? Not sure if I want it, but maybe? Walter? Madison? Nils?Just keep carrying on, they're great as they are.

But the thing I want most is more Vincent. He is the worst, and I love every second of it. More. Give me more! Be terrible and hilarious all at once!

Finally, can we get some more cute shit with our main couple? I want Simon to sleep over at the castle. Can they wake up together in that big bed of Wilhelm's, please? And let's do a "meet the parents" while we're there. Have Simon join a private family dinner with the royals!

Now give me what I want! 🥰

#young royals #young royals meta #young royals season 3

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Recently lost my grandfather the other day.. he was a bit like rise's splinter and sounded a bit like him. He might not have been the best father to my mom but he loved his grandchildren. So to cope a little can i get separate platonic/romantic hcs of the turtles reacting or catching reader (s/o or friend) coming to lair one day and suddenly started hanging around their father more because her grandpa passed away? (maybe make it so she doesnt tell the turtles dont know yet until they ask or overheard her and splinter's conversation/comforting the reader)

i was going to try and do these in the order i got them but i've been missing my own grandfather a lot lately and so this spoke to me, i'm so sorry for your loss nonnie 🫂

rise!turtles x grieving!reader

(mostly) platonic but could be taken romantically || gn!reader

tw: death of a loved one

Raph! ❤️

Raph doesn't think much about you coming to hang out with Splinter. he thinks his dad is pretty cool and is honestly glad you like him enough to actively seek him out.

if you're dating he actually takes it as a good sign - he loves you and wants you to get along with his whole family, not just his brothers. so seeing you and Splinter spending so much time together just makes him feel good.

sometimes he asks what you guys talk about, and sometimes you give him a general answer but for the most part you keep the details to yourself and he's totally fine with that.

Splinter has always respected your time with the boys and Raph does the same when it comes to your time with Splinter. he'll say hello and greet you with a hug once he sees you, but after that he leaves you two be.

so when Raph overhears your conversation, it's entirely on accident.

he actually had no idea you were in the lair. it was late and he wanted a snack before bed so he was just on his way to the kitchen when he catches the tail-end of something you were saying to Splinter.

he doesn't register it right away, but then he realizes that you guys are talking about your grandfather, who Raph knows you were close to. he realizes a moment after that you're talking about him in the past tense. he puts two and two together pretty easily from that.

on the one hand, Raph is glad that you're comfortable enough with Splinter to turn to him for comfort during your grieving period. but on the other hand, he wants to comfort you too.

he doesn't say anything that night, but when you come by the next day he pulls you aside and confesses to you that he overheard your conversation the night before.

he pulls you into a hug and tells you how sorry he is that you're going through this loss, and you let it out on his shoulder for a few minutes.

and you're grateful for his comfort, but you also take the chance to explain to Raph that while you do welcome his comfort, you're specifically going to Splinter because he reminds you of your grandfather.

Raph gets it, of course, and he encourages you to come as often as you need, and that they'll all be there to help you through this time.

from then on, Raph takes special care to keep his other brothers busy whenever you come to see Splinter.

sometimes you invite him to join you, and the three of you will talk late into the night. it doesn't make everything better, but it does feel nice to have them there for you.

Leo! 💙

Leo doesn't notice right away that you've been spending time with Splinter, he just sees that you’re spending more time in the lair and he’s got absolutely no complaints about that!

you’re actually pretty surprised he hasn’t caught on yet because everyone knows Leo has killer insomnia and you sort of figured he would have caught you and Splinter sitting in the living room talking all night by now.

but the thing about Leo is that he’s kinda got a late night routine going and he doesn’t usually stray from that routine. he gets himself a cup of tea and either does something in his room or goes to hang out with his insomnia twin Donnie.

he doesn’t really go near the living room at any point in the night and so he remains utterly clueless for a couple of weeks.

he also usually has headphones on listening to music while he moves around at night, but one particular night he went to make tea and left the headphones in his room, and ended up hearing you crying as he made his way back.

of course that just wasn’t okay in his book, so Leo rushes in to try and see what’s going on. he doesn’t know what he’s expecting, but it’s definitely not the sight of you crying on Splinter’s shoulder while the rat comforts you.

you hadn’t planned on telling Leo or his brothers just yet, but he’s clearly worried and you’d feel bad telling him to leave without explaining why you’re crying, so you just let it all out in the moment and tell him about your grandfather.

Leo sits on your other side and hugs you for a long time, letting you cry some more while he rubs your back and tells you how sorry he is. he’s big on words but he knows words can’t fix this so for once he stays largely quiet outside of telling you that he’s there for you.

once you’ve calmed down a little, Leo goes back into the kitchen and makes two extra cups of tea - one for you and one for Splinter.

this becomes a routine thing for him. Leo pays attention now and if he sees that you’re staying late or if you come by after the others have gone to bed, he’ll make three cups of tea and bring them to the living room.

sometimes he stays with you and Splinter, but for the most part he just drops the drinks off and checks in with you before leaving and giving the two of you space.

he realizes that your time with Splinter is helping and doesn’t want to intrude on that, so he’ll really only stay if you or Splinter invite him into the conversation. even then though he doesn’t stay very long and will claim to be tired before leaving the room.

you absolutely know he’s lying, but you know why he’s lying and it warms your heart a little.

Donnie! 💜

Donnie realizes pretty quickly that something’s going on with you. he might struggle with emotions but he’s pretty observant and picks up on the shift in your mood after a couple of days.

he doesn’t ask about it because he doesn’t know how to start that conversation, nor would he know what to say after finding out that was bothering you.

so he just worries in silence for a while. he tries lifting your spirits with puns or by showing you whatever he’s working on, but it feels like lately you’ve been more interested in spending time with Splinter.

and Donnie gets it, he likes quality time with his family even if he says otherwise, especially with his dad, but he just doesn’t understand why.

it really eats at him for a couple of weeks before he finally just bites the bullet and asks you what’s going on.

he tries to be gentle about it but he can’t hide that he’s worried and his tone is urgent as he asks you if you’re doing okay.

you knew he or one of the others would ask, you’d just been hoping it would happen later rather than sooner.

but you’d promised yourself that if you were asked, you would tell the truth, and so when Donnie asks you tell him that your grandfather died.

Donnie feels terrible hearing that, and immediately asks if there’s anything he can do for you to help. comfort isn’t his strong suit so he figures it’s better to ask outright and see what would best help instead of just awkwardly trying different comfort methods until finding something that stuck.

you tell him that the thing that’s been helping the most has been spending time with Splinter because he reminds you of your grandfather, but you also tell him that just having your normal routine with him and his brothers is helping too.

Donnie takes that to heart and starts inviting you to hang out even more, whether that be in the lair or out and about in the city. it’s never anything special, just the same shenanigans you normally get into with the boys, but Donnie feels like he’s helping by inviting you out and you enjoy the time you guys spend together.

but beyond that, Donnie also starts giving you a heads-up anytime he knows Splinter’s free, just in case you want to come spend time with him. since that’s what you said helped the most, he keeps a very sharp eye out and distracts his brothers so that you can spend some time with his dad.

Mikey! 🧡

listen. we’re talking about Doctor Feelings over here. of all the turtles he’s the one who notices something’s up first and he’s the one to ask first.

he gives it a few days first, just to see if you’ll share on your own, but during those few days Mikey realizes you’re spending more time with Splinter and it surprises him.

you haven’t really ever come to visit Splinter before, but between the change in your mood and the time you spend with his dad makes Mikey suspect that something’s really hurt you.

after those few days though, Mikey finally invites you over while his brothers are out and makes you your favorite drink before sitting you down and asking you what’s going on.

you try and tell him you’re okay but he’s not buying it. Mikey tells you he can tell you’re hurting, and sees how you’re going to Splinter for comfort.

he says that if you’d rather just go through it with his dad that’s fine, but he at least wants to know what you’re going through because he hates seeing you like this without knowing why.

you give up and explain that your grandfather passed away, and Mikey comes to the assumption that you’re going to Splinter out of a sense of familiarity, which he gets.

still, he wraps you up in a hug and tells you that you aren’t alone in this and that he and his brothers are there for you too, whatever you need.

a few days after that conversation, Mikey gifts you with a little blank journal. he says it’s for you to write down or draw out your feelings in, and once you start using it you find it incredibly helpful.

Mikey sits you down about once a week after that, just to check in with you and make sure you’re doing alright, but for the most part he gives you space and lets you decide who you want to go to for what.

and when you feel up to telling the others, Mikey’s right there to support you.

#i'm sending you all the comforting vibes nonnie i'm here if you want someone to talk to!#zennie answers!#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt

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(this is a bit long and...a bit angsty I guess!)

Eddie knows he's trailer trash. It's like, an undisputed fact. He's dirt poor, with zero prospects, a criminal record and half criminal family, and definitely (one thousand percent) punching above his weight with Steve.

Steve's awesome. Rich, hilarious, friendly and brave and so so fucking loyal it hurts. Eddie's seen Steve's every personification of those traits expressed in a million ways, and he's well aware of how little he has to offer in return. He's always been aware of his faults, having had them pointed out on a daily fucking basis since before he could remember.

And the selfish, greedy, unlovable gremlin that Eddie is, won't can't let this relationship with Steve go until he has to, until Steve is the one to end it. Which won't happen, not if Eddie can help it. Not if Eddie can twist, reshape and alter himself into something that Steve can tolerate.

He knows it's woefully one sided, he's not stupid after all. He knows what it's like to be the clingy, weird kid that's impossible to get rid of, the boundary tester, the motor mouth, the freak. He knows that there's a not small part of Steve that's embarrassed of him, that appreciates it when Eddie tones himself down to something reasonably fucking normal.

Shit, one of his only solid memories of his mom is her shoving him at Wayne and begging him to 'take that fucking kid away' from her. And if his own mama couldn't love him then who the fuck could? So he doesn't blame Steve at all. It's just another fact. Up is up, the earth is round and Eddie is a broken shell masquerading as a semi-functioning adult.

It hurts though, the night he gets it confirmed. It hurts like he's been literally stabbed in the chest when he hears them whispering during movie night, almost six months into their relationship.

Robin's scared that she's losing her best friend, and Steve, assuming that he was asleep, whisper-replying that 'I mean...Eddie's fine, Bobbin, but you're my best friend, my soulmate, I'll never put anyone above us.'

So of course Eddie knows they're not going to have a fairytale ending. There's something intrinsically damaged in Eddie's biology, in his DNA that just renders him as a fond memory waiting to happen. The aberration in Steve's dating history that he'll look back on in a few decades and wonder what the hell he was thinking, (but at least it had been fun at the time?).

But. Eddie'd had the choice, there and then, on what to do.

To get up, walk and lose Steve immediately, or take the coward's way out and pretend he actually was sleeping, that he knows no better, that there's a minute fucking chance that one day Steve could love him, even if everyone around them is tapping their watches and waiting for the inevitable fallout.

And that was the funny thing, if it bought Eddie more time in this bubble, then it was the coward's way every chance he got. So that night he'd stayed still and tried not to curl into a ball and sob when Steve's arm slipped from behind his shoulder and around Robin's instead. He knows his place now, and there was a sick kind of confirmation in that, at least. The timer was set, but there was no telling when the alarm would go off.

And from that night it only escalated further. He set aside his disappointment when their alone time became simply 'alone with Robin' time (unless Steve was horny, at least that was just the two of them). He held it together each time Steve inevitably cancelled or postponed their plans because Robin needed him. He told himself it was fine when they platonically shared a bed during sleepovers with the kids, and Eddie was relegated to babysitter duty downstairs. He sat in the back seat of the car without question, lacing his own fingers together and trying to convince himself that they were joined with Steve's.

He ignored every unknowingly barbed comment that Robin made about 'boys being gross, Steve, how could you do it?', all the while internally begging Steve not to think about it too hard. He pretended he didn't see the triumphant smiles she flashed every time Steve chose her instead, the aching, empty void inside trying to justify itself and coming up short.

He acceded every time without a fight, waiting until he was inevitably alone in his bed at night and could let the agony of loneliness rip him apart, wishing that for once he could be the one chosen first and (despite daydreaming otherwise) knowing that it would never happen. It didn't happen, not for people like him.

He spent nights sleeping in his van to give Wayne and Claudia privacy (because Dustin was a nosy little fucker and they weren't ready to tell him just yet), and wished that he could be at Steve's instead, but knowing that he'd be interrupting their time together. He told Steve that he loved him, relishing in the soft, bashful little smile that he got in return, and squashed any painful, pointless hope of him saying it back.

It was fine, because if it wasn't fine, he would never recover.

Then it was three years into their relationship and holy hell Eddie would never think of not saying it. It bubbled under his skin and was branded in every atom of his existence, and if it made Steve feel good to hear it, so much the better. It was ok that Steve never said it back, it was. Steve must like Eddie enough, he wouldn't have stayed for so long if he didn't, and that was enough for Eddie.

It was fine that Steve and Robin lived together while Eddie stayed in his own apartment. If Steve wanted to live with him, he'd have asked, or at least hinted. As it was, Eddie spent most of his time juggling shitty part-time jobs and a tattoo apprenticeship, saving every cent he could after rent, in case one day he was lucky enough to get the chance to share their home.

He skipped food on their dates, opting for just a water (or a side if he had enough), as paying for both Steve and Robin's food was enough to clear him out if he wasn't careful. Three failed senior years were almost enough to financially screw him over, but not quite.

He worked long hours, but kept his head above water. It kept him busy anyway, kept his brain from obsessing over not seeing Steve for however many days it had been this time.

And he never complained. Not once. If he did, he knew that it was the end for him and Steve, and it would fucking break him when it happened. Cowardice was Eddie's middle name, if you cut him he oozed it before he bled blood.

He'd perfected it.

So when Steve and Robin came back from another impromptu vacation, and loudly proclaimed in front of their friends, the kids and their parents that they had gotten drunk married in Vegas, Eddie was surprised that he felt anything at all.

But he did.

It didn't quite register at first, until he heard the words 'my husband' out of Robin's mouth and then oh. Oh.

That was something Eddie would never have. He'd never be able to walk down the aisle and proclaim his undying love with Steve in front of their friends and family. They'd never get a first dance, or cut a cake they'd chosen, he'd never hear Wayne's proud speech or know the feeling of Steve slipping a wedding band onto his finger.

That wasn't the world they lived in.

He was an idiot. A delusional, dumb fucking idiot for thinking, hoping that one day the world would be more tolerant. Because it didn't matter.

Steve was Robin's husband, he lived with her, vacationed with her, worked with her and took her to dinners with his parents. Platonic or not, she had another part of him that Eddie could never have.

Even if the world was a kinder place for queer people in general, Eddie would never have been an option for someone like Steve. Of course not. Of fucking course not. Holy shit, he was so fucking dumb. Three failed senior years and he's still shocked at the depths of how fucking stupid he is.

He has to be grateful for what he's got.

So when the newlyweds finally remember he exists, and turn to him with glee and mirth in their eyes, he does his best not to let his shattered, grieving, shadow of a broken fucking heart show.

It wouldn't make a difference, anyway.

#steddie #Steve and Robin are unhealthily codependent in a lot of fics but nobody ever seems to shine a light on how Eddie must feel #'Eddie's happy that Steve loves Robin way more than him' is a take i see too often #but what if his self esteem is nonexistent? he's been dealt a shit hand in life after all...despite Wayne's best efforts #he doesn't complain because he thinks he doesn't deserve Steve's love anyway...so it's ok that Steve doesn't love him #He operates under the (dumb) assumption that he's unwanted/unlovable (and Wayne is the only one who succeeded in persuading him otherwise)#(Steve does love him though...he's just unable to express it i guess)

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Depression-Borg

An AU I wrote abt Melvinborg suffering because I HATE HIM. 🤬

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TW: Substance Abuse.

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What is Melvin doing in his life? Being a rich-man swimming in gold? His grades, and academic accomplishments as well as his creativity was proven to be useful. His daily life must be easy.

Firstly, he gets up to take pills for his multiple mental disorders considering the fact he NEVER got into his dream school, and gave up on trying to get in—especially since he feels guilty about killing off George, and Harold. Sure, they were a pain in the ass, as well as made his life miserable, but ever since their death it was quiet. Too quiet...

When everyone found out who was responsible, people went from sympathizing with Melvin to loathing him. The torment never stopped, so of course he moved to another state to run from his past. Albeit, he did manage to hide from the past, he still gets nightmares about it. Every single dream, it's about atrocious George, and Harold, like they purposefully haunt him.

Oh, how much he disdains them. The amount of sleepless nights they caused for him, but also any sort of academic opportunities were gone. So what does he do? Drinks away at his problems at a local bar. He isn't too fond of sleeping with strangers, but wouldn't shy away from a stranger asking for his number, especially if they've been at it for a while.

Sometimes it's a drunk walk home, sometimes he's just too drunk to walk home so he needs a ride, other times he'll pass out of the streets, and sometimes he'll be sober enough to make it home, then proceed to cry himself to sleep. He hates himself for getting so drunk, but at least it numbs the pain that has been there since he was a child.

Drugs were enticing, though he never took them, same with getting high. He was tempted to try cigarettes—and he did, though he had many problems with it that he decided not to after his first try. Substance abuse aside, he tried to drive home one night after the bartender kicked him out.

Unfortunately, that didn't end too well for him. His hatred for his body somehow increased after the crash. Almost half of his body was burned off, but thankfully he managed to survive. His mom was the only one who came over since his dad was busy off at work. At least what his mom tries to say...

Her soft, wrinkled skin has eye bags underneath them. Whenever she tried to reassure her son that she still loved him, he didn't believe her. Understandably so because, who would ever love a mentally ill, alcoholic, disabled, lonely, piece of lard as their son? His mom got rid of his mirrors to avoid him getting reminded of his past mistake.

Even as an old woman, she remained kind to him. She took care of him like he was a sick 6 year old. Her love was unconditional. When strangers gave him weird looks, she would always defend him. Although it took a lot of her energy to do most of his errands, she still did it because she knew how insecure he was about himself. It was nice while she lasted.

There wasn't much he could do other than reflect on his past lives, and his mistakes. Oh, how he loathed himself. He can't even stand looking himself in the mirror. The fact that his own mom got rid of reflective surfaces for him showed how much she cared, and yet he still found himself being able to see how he looked like, and he hated seeing himself—it was a reminder of his mistakes, a reminder of how he fucked himself up.

He was tired of having to run from the past, so why not fix it instead? Maybe then, he can finally have a better future...

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I can do a part 2 of Depression-Borg if anyone wants. Not too sure about giving him a happy ending because imo he doesn’t deserve one. 😚

#lynn707 #captain underpants #melvin sneedly #melvin #melvinborg #Melvinborg fanfic #twink death #kill all twinks

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Dirty Little Secret

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,882

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, frottage, role play, secret crush, uniform kink, sleeping in, anal sex, jacking off, kissing, praise kink, slight dom/sub, begging, nipple play, biting, marking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @ultimatechrisbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, @lgbtqbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, and @anyfandomfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Frottage for Kinktober 2022 // O1 - Role Play for Ultimate Chris Bingo // B5 - Secret Crush for LGBTQ Bingo // O5 - Uniform Kink for Sebastian Stan Bingo // N-5 “What the fuck am I seeing?” For AFG Angst Bingo // B5 - Sleeping In for AFG Fluff Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson, A. DiLorenza, and J. Landis

Title Card: Yours Truly

Sebastian loves going to Chris’s for the holidays.

The warm welcome from his family, the home-cooked meals Lisa always makes, and the camaraderie all make him feel at home. What he loves most of all, however, is being able to spend time with his best friend.

Sebastian’s mother comes to visit him every chance she gets, but with the price of airline tickets these days, he understands that she can't always make it out to see him. He makes it up to her by traveling to see her during the summer months anyway.

He finally pulls into their driveway and grabs his suitcase before walking up to their beautifully decorated house. That's another thing about the Evans family. Their holiday decor never ceases to amaze him.

His knuckles rap on the door, and moments later, he's greeted with the warm embrace of the man himself.

Chris holds him close for a few seconds. One hand is splayed across his back while the other squeezes his bicep. Sebastian closes his eyes and revels in the soothing scent of his aftershave paired with the smooth baritone voice he loves so much.

"Seb, you made it! How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?"

Sebastian’s smile comes easily. Even if his stomach is full of butterflies and turmoil, he's not going to worry Chris about those things. Not because he doesn't think his best friend would be there for him. No, he's certain Chris would do anything for him.

It's because he can't.

Their friendship is something he cherishes. The monthly movie nights where they each pick the cheesiest movie they can find and laugh together, the trips to the dog park with Dodger where they play frisbee and reminisce about filming their past movies, and the fact that he always has a place at the Evans dinner table. Yeah, if being able to have all of that means he has to push aside his feelings, then that's what he'll do.

"Traffic was a little heavier than usual, but that's to be expected this time of year." He smiles gratefully at Chris, admiring the happiness in his eyes. "Thank you for inviting me. It really means a lot."

"Sebastian, you know your family too, right? Mom loves you as her own, and Dad talks about you to his friends all the time. Not to mention the fact that I walked in on Shanna, Scott, and Carly watching The Covenant the other day.”

“Oh, god…that old thing?” Sebastian’s cheeks are tinted pink. “As great of an opportunity as it was at the time, that has to be the cheesiest movie I’ve ever been in.”

Chris laughs, and it makes Sebastian’s stomach flip. God, he loves making him laugh.

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, I think you carried that movie if we’re being honest. No offense to Steven and the other guys, of course.”

Lisa’s voice cuts him off before he can respond, “Is that Sebastian?”

“Yeah, Ma. He just got here.”

She comes around the corner, sporting a festive apron, and opens her arms to hug him “Oh, Seb, it’s great to see you, dear. I made up the guest room for you if you need to freshen up. Dinner will be in about an hour.”

“It’s great to be here. Thank you for having me. You didn’t have to, you know.”

“Oh, nonsense!” She swats his bicep, “I couldn’t let Chris’s best friend be alone on Thanksgiving. You’re practically my son anyway.”

Chris grabs his bag and walks toward the hallway, calling after him. “Told you so!”

An hour later, Sebastian joins Chris and the rest of his family in their formal dining room. The table is set, the fireplace is crackling, and the food looks as delicious as it smells. He falls into conversion easily, just like he always does when he’s with the Evans family.

Robert asks him about the projects he’s currently working on, and he beams as he tells them. Sebastian has always been so thankful for what he gets to do for a living. Being able to wake up and create movies and TV shows and the like for the world to see is truly amazing to experience.

After a little while, the conversations die down, and they settle into their food. It’s quite the spread, but Sebastian wouldn’t expect anything less from Lisa. When she cooks, she cooks for the whole neighborhood.

Chris takes a bite of mashed potatoes and moans around the fork, and it makes Sebastian nearly choke on his tea. “Ma, this is heavenly!”

Sebastian closes his eyes and swallows. It feels like the universe is torturing him. It should be a sin for his best friend to make noises like that. He moves his fork around his nearly empty plate and watches Chris innocently. He’s laughing again, about what he isn’t sure, but he’s looking at him like he’s hanging on every word.

Scott watches from across the table and smirks knowingly. He’s seen that look before. Hell, he looks at his boyfriend the same damn way. It pains him a little to see the turmoil and longing in Sebastian’s eyes. He spent the better part of his life fighting who he truly is, and he’ll be damned if he lets someone else, especially someone he cares about, go through the same thing.

“Hey, Chris? He takes one last sip of his drink before continuing, “I’ll clean up the dishes so you can take Dodger on a walk. Hey Seb, would you mind helping me? I’ll wash and you dry.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping, but I did kind of want to get back in time to watch the football game” Chris looks over at Sebastian, “you don’t mind, do you?”

Seb shakes his head, “not at all! It’s the least that I can do.”

A few minutes later, he and Scott are in the kitchen standing in front of the sink. They share comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the running water and the light clinking of dishes.

Sebastian chews on his lip as he replays the sound Chris made over in his head. He feels like a perv, thinking about him like that, but he can’t help it. He shakes the thought away as he takes another plate from Scott.

“You should tell him, you know.”

The dish nearly falls out of his hands, “w-what?”

“Oh, come on,” Scott scoffs, “I see the way you look at him, Sebastian. I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night.”

Sebastian falters and tries to keep his breathing steady. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. Telling him would ruin everything, and I can’t lose that. I…I can’t lose him.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

He stares at Chris’s brother with bewilderment, “but I-”

“No. No buts. Are you forgetting how much our family loves you? How much Chris loves you?”

Sebastian shakes his head, “but he doesn’t see me that way, and what happens if I tell him how I feel and it makes things weird? I don’t want to lose my best friend, Scott.”

Scott rests his hand on Seb’s shoulder and looks sincerely into his eyes. “Listen to me when I tell you this, okay? You can believe it or not, but regardless, I need you to hear this. As you know, my brother is still single. I know he wants to find that perfect someone to settle down with and have a big family, it’s all he’s talked about lately. Well, the other day, he and I were out in the garage working on his car, and we got on the subject of the Captain America movies. Specifically, what it was like working with you on Captain America: The Winter Soldier and something donned on me.”

Sebastian leans against the counter and waits for him to continue.

“I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before, but that’s neither here nor there. I looked at Chris, and I told him point blank that you are exactly his type, just the wrong gender, and I saw something click. He didn’t elaborate on what he was thinking after that, but I firmly believe that he harbors some sort of romantic feelings for you.”

Sebastian felt a lump begin to form in his throat, and he wrapped his arms around Scott tightly.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, just go get ‘em, tiger!”

The evening came quickly, and soon, everyone was getting ready to turn in for the night. Robert is asleep in the recliner, the post-football game segment is playing softy in the background, Lisa is putting away the leftovers, Shanna and Carly are playing with Dodger out back, Scott disappeared into his room to facetime his boyfriend, and Sebastian and Chris are sitting on the front porch having a beer.

"You're awful quiet tonight."

Sebastian takes a long pull of his bottle and lets Chris’s statement marinate for a moment. He wants to follow Scott's advice, but it's still scary. He doesn't want to fuck this up.

"I'm just uh… just a lot on my mind."

"Wanna talk about it?" Chris looks over at him, and Sebastian almost forgets to breathe from the way the moonlight shines on his best friend's face.

"I do. I really do, but I don't think I'm ready. It's… it's pretty big, and I wanna make sure I do things right, ya know?"

Chris nods, "I understand, Seb. Just know that I'm always here for you. We've been through a lot together, and you can talk to me about anything."

He sighs and looks up at the constellations, admiring the way the stars twinkle in the night sky. Sometimes, he wishes he could just go to one of those other stars just to be alone with his thoughts for a while. Chris touches his arm lightly, and he’s instantly brought back to reality.

“You know that, don’t you? That you can talk to me about anything?”

Sebastian’s lip curls into a half smile, “I do know. Thank you for always being here for me.” He stands up and takes Chris’s empty bottle in his other hand, “I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you tomorrow, Seb.”

Sebastian can’t sleep. He tosses and turns, trying his best to get comfortable and warm. The Evans guest room is one of the outer rooms of their home and doesn’t generate much heat. He isn’t complaining per se; he just wishes there was another comforter he could use to keep warm. He’d get up and ask Lisa, but it’s one thirty in the morning, and he isn’t going to bother her this early. That wouldn’t be polite of him.

He sighs and throws back the covers. Even in his sweatpants and long sleeve shirt he’s still freezing. The closet across the room catches his eye, and he’s hopeful that maybe there are some blankets in there that he can use.

Seb gets up and switches on the bedside lamp before padding across the carpet. At first, he doesn’t see anything other than some Christmas decorations and some totes labeled ‘photo albums’. Finally, he sees a stack of blankets on one of the higher shelves, but before he can reach for one, something else stops him in his tracks.

There, hanging on one of the hangers in the back corner is a Steve Rogers costume. Specifically, the one he wore in Avenger’s Infinity War. Against his better judgment, he reaches out a shaky hand to touch it. His eyes close, and he swallows thickly as he pictures the way Chris looked wearing it. God, he looked so good. Well, he always does, but wearing this? Fuck, it was a miracle he got through shooting those scenes with him without getting hard.

Speaking of that, he’s thankful that he’s alone in here right now because that’s exactly what’s happening. He’s rock fucking hard over a goddamn costume.

He knows it’s wrong; he knows that Chris’s entire immediate family is just feet away from him, but it’s like he’s in a trance. He can’t stop himself from taking it off the hanger and bringing it to his face to smell it. He breathes in, and even though it smells mostly like Lisa and Robert’s house, there’s still a faint smell of Chris’s cologne. It makes his cock twitch and leak against his thigh, and he can’t help the low groan that falls past his lips.

“Fuck, Steve…”

He’s so far gone at this point that his desire outweighs all of the things that could go wrong if he doesn’t stop now. Sebastian carries the uniform over to the bed and lays down on his side with it pressed up against his body. He can’t get his sweats down fast enough, his cock springing free and hitting the pleather, making him bite his lip.

Sebastian starts slow, rutting against the fabric with a neediness he’s never felt. He inhales Chris’s scent, and it becomes intoxicating. Like a drug, he can’t get enough of it fast enough.

“Oh, god…”

He can feel the desire pooling in his abdomen, and he knows he won’t be able to last. He’s nearly there, teetering on the edge as he thrusts his hips against the uniform desperately chasing his high.

Sebastian is so focused that he doesn’t hear the door open, nor does he see the horrified look on Chris’s face. Not until his voice slams him back to reality like a train hitting a brick wall.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! I-I’m sorry!”

Sebastian’s eyes snap open, and he scrambles for the covers as he tries his best to hide the evidence of what he was doing just moments ago.

“Oh, my god… Oh, god… Chris, please, no I’m the one that’s sorry. I just… I…”

He can’t even form words. He’s so humiliated, and he’s certain that this couldn’t get any worse.

Except, it does.

“Seb, what… what the fuck am I seeing? Is… Is that my Steve costume?”

If Sebastian could, he’d give anything in the world to be somewhere else. Anywhere but here. He covers his face with his hands and tries to stop himself from bursting into tears. He should have known better. He should have fucking stopped himself because the worst thing that could have happened did, and now he’s ruined everything.

He feels the bed dip, and he brings his knees to his chest to try and make himself smaller. He’s never been more embarrassed in his life. Chris tentatively touches his arm, and he flinches.

“Sebastian? Will you just look at me? Please? I just… I want to understand. I’m not angry. I’m just confused.”

He raises his head slowly and blinks back tears, “What do you mean you don’t understand? Can’t you see that I’m a freak?… I’m a fucking perv who gets off by thinking of my best fucking friend in his Captain America costume. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… I… I think I should go before I make things wor-”

“Please don’t go. I don’t want you to go.”

Sebastian locks eyes with Chris, and he’s surprised to see how soft and sincere they are. There’s no anger, no disgust, nothing that makes him think that Chris is upset with him.

“You don’t? But I-”

“Sebastian, of course, I don’t want you to go. It’s nearly two in the morning, and the roads are icy. I’m sorry if I seemed angry earlier; I was just… shocked. I saw your light on when I was heading to the kitchen for some water and thought something was wrong. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw you fucking my Avenger costume. That wasn’t even on my radar.”

Chris scoots closer and slowly reaches out to cup his cheek. “Scott was right. You are exactly my type, and I should have seen it before. I should have fuckin’ done this sooner.”

Sebastian doesn’t have time to react because in the next second Chris’s lips are on his. He doesn’t kiss back at first, still too surprised to think straight, but soon he’s kissing him back with fervor.

Chris pulls away after a moment and gives him a sheepish smile. “Does that prove I want you to stay?”

Sebastian blinks, “I…yeah. Yeah, it does, but aren’t you…” He’s afraid to even ask for fear of ruining the moment, but he has to know. “Aren’t you… ya know… weirded out that I have a thing for you in uniform?”

“Do you think I would be kissing you if I was weirded out?” He glides his hand over a rough denim patch near the chest plate of his costume., “I actually thought it was hot, really hot, seeing you all needy like that.” His eyes darken, and Sebastian’s breath hitches. “And seeing as you didn’t get to finish, I think it’s only fair that I help you out.”

Sebastian is speechless as he watches Chris stand up and take off his shirt. His eyes dance over his muscles and the way they flex as he tosses the tee in the corner of the room. He’s so focused on the smattering of chest hair and the perfect, dark ink of his tattoos that he doesn’t notice him grab the uniform.

He sucks in a breath when he realizes what’s happening, and he can’t stop his moan when Chris takes off his boxers. His eyes trail down past his abs, below his deliciously defined Adonis belt, to his thick, hard cock.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?”

He swallows and nods his head because he’s rendered speechless. Fuck, he’s big…really big, and he desperately wants to taste him, to feel him stretching him open and he almost cums from the thought alone.

Chris smirks and steps into the suit. “I haven’t worn this in a while, so I hope I still look as good in it now as I apparently did then.”

“Y-You… You’re…. Beautiful…”

The blonde chuckles, “Oh, honey, listen to you. Can barely even speak and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He zips up the costume everywhere but one particular place and climbs on the bed to hover over Sebastian. He’s wide-eyed and flushed, his dick just as hard as Chris’s as it rests just below his belly button.

Sebastian watches as he pulls his cock out and chokes out a moan when Chris takes both of them in his gloved hand and begins stroking them.

“Oh, my fu-... Oh, god!”

Chris drags his thumb over Seb’s bottom lip and groans. “Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby. I know it feels good, but these walls are thin.”

Sebastian bites his lip and digs his blunt nails into Chris’s biceps. Little crescent indents mark his smooth skin. Chris moves faster and twists his wrist slightly when it gets to their flared heads. He’s drunk on the way Seb is looking up at him. He opens his mouth and arches into him, and Chris takes the opportunity to suck on the skin above his pulse point.

“Ch-Chris…” Sebastian whines and rolls his hips upward for more friction.

“Now, baby, you know that’s not my name…”

Sebastian shudders and almost loses it right then and there.

“Come on, Sebastian,” Chris moans softly and looks down at him with hooded eyes. “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

“S-Steve…,” he whines desperately.

“That’s right, sugar. Tell Stevie what you need.”

Sebastian is losing it and losing it fast. The way Chris’s cock is sliding against his, slick from their combined pre-cum, how just the right roughness from his glove is digging into his sensitive skin, and the way he’s panting above him like a touch-starved man.

“M-More… Oh, fuck, please!”

Chris flips them over so Sebastian is on top and tugs at his sweats. “These. Off. Now.”

Sebastian nearly rips them trying to take off his clothes and then he’s right back to straddle the blonde. There’s a new dominance he’s never been on the receiving end of from his best friend and his cock twitches in interest.

“That’s much better, baby. You’re so obedient, Sebastian. I love hearing you beg like that. You make the most beautiful sounds for me.” Chris’s fingertips just barely touch the brunette’s shaft and his eyes flutter closed. “This pretty, pink cock is makin’ such a mess all over my uniform,” he tuts. Look at that, you’re dripping all over me…such a messy, messy boy.” Seb whines desperately and Chris smirks. “You’re gonna make a bigger mess for me though. Gonna cum all over for Steve, aren’t you, honey?”

“God, yes!”

Chris grabs his bare hips and guides him as Sebastian rubs his cock over his own.

"That's right, baby. Keep moving just like that. Make yourself feel good,"

Sebastian rocks his hips, his sensitive, pink tip gliding effortlessly along Chris’s. He's whimpering, trying desperately to stay quiet like he was told.

"Mmm, you look so pretty, sweetheart. You're being such a good boy, Sebastian. How does it feel, hm? Do you like feelin' Steve's cock against yours?"

"Steve! Oh, fuck, Steve I-...It feels s-so good!"

"Yeah? I bet you'd look gorgeous fucking yourself on it too. Bouncin' up and down, takin' me all nice and deep. Do you want that, baby?"

Sebastian bites the side of his hand to stifle a moan, "Oh, please!"

Chris’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, "Do you want me to open you up, honey?"

"No…no, I wanna feel all of you. Please, Stevie?"

Chris takes one of the gloves off and spits on his hand. “Alright, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself, sugar. Promise me you’ll take your time, okay?” Seb shakes his head yes and Chris strokes himself a couple of times to allow for some sort of lubrication. He guides Sebastian so his dick is pressing up against his entrance. “Go ahead, baby.”

And Sebastian does. He slowly sinks down, lower and lower until he’s fully seated against Chris’s toned upper thighs. He can’t breathe, he can’t even think about anything else other than how full he is.

Chris is in awe of him. It never once crossed his mind that Sebastian, his best friend, would be the one to make him feel like this. He hasn’t even started moving yet, and he’s already about to explode from how tight he is around him. Seb’s eyes are closed, his mouth opens in ecstasy and his cock is angry-red and leaking all over his stomach. It’s easily the hottest fucking thing he’s ever witnessed.

“God, Seb, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“S-Stevie… please… please c-can I-” He can’t even form words he’s so full. Sebastian doesn’t even have to move. He’s so sure he could come just from this, but he wants to be a good boy. He wants, no needs, to be praised. He lives for it.

Chris takes his gloved hand and just barely wraps it around the brunette’s cock. It makes him rock his hips a little and the prettiest whine fills the space between them. Finally, he starts to move. Lifting himself up a little and falling back down at a steady pace.

He gradually gets faster and soon Chris is lifting his hips to fuck up into him. “Fuck, Seb, you look so fucking good, baby. Knew you’d look so pretty bouncin’ on my dick. God, you’re gonna make me cum already. So fuckin’ tight around me…shit!”

Sebastian is so far gone that anything could be happening around them and he wouldn’t stop. He’s never felt this good in his life. Every time he slams down a jolt of indescribable pleasure shoots through his body and he’s fucking drunk on it. He doesn’t dare open his mouth. Not when he needs to stay quiet because he’s certain that if he so much as parts his lips he’ll wake the dead.

Chris on the other hand can’t help it. He’s past the point of caring. Fuck it if anyone hears them then so be it. “Fuckin’ ride me, baby… Oh, shit…shit, I’m close… baby, I’m so close. Gonna fuckin’ fill this tight little hole up. You’re gonna make Stevie come baby.”

He strokes Sebastian from base to tip, matching the speed of his thrusts. Chris knows he’s close, knows he’s right there, and just needs a little extra push. He uses his free hand to sit up and wraps his arm around Sebastian so he can fuck him even harder.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re close. I want you to cum for me… make a mess and cum all over this fucking uniform baby.” He closes his lips over one of Sebastian’s nipples, drags his teeth over it, and growls when he feels him squeeze around him.

“St-Stevie! I-I’m…I’m cumming! Oh, fuck I’m cumming!”

Chris groans and watches as thick, warm ropes paint his suit. It’s unreal to him how his best friend could make him feel like this. He can’t get enough of him and seeing Sebastian practically convulse in his arms is his undoing. He stills inside of him, filling him to the brim.

They sit there for a minute and catch their breath. Chris has his forehead against Sebastian’s chest and continues to hold him while his body still shakes in his arms. As carefully as he can he lifts the brunette off of him and lays him down against the pillows.

“I’m gonna go get something to clean you up. Okay, honey?”

Seb hums and that’s enough for Chris. He makes sure the coast is clear and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom. Surprisingly, the house is silent, and he’s thankful that his family are heavy sleepers.

Once he’s back he gently cleans Sebastian off and then himself before changing back into his previous clothes. He doesn’t bother getting Seb dressed. Not when he looks as comfy as he does. Chris admires him for a moment and makes a decision. He’s a gentleman and always has been. His Mom raised him to be and he sure isn’t going to stop now.

He lifts the blankets and slides in next to Sebastian, holding him close to his chest. “You with me, sweetheart?”

“M’yeah,” Seb peeks up at him through his lashes. “M’here…just sleepy.”

Chris brushes the hair out of his eyes and kisses him gingerly. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You did so well.”

“Will you stay here with me?”

Chris smiles and pulls him closer. “Oh, baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not when I’ve got the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my arms.”

If Sebastian wasn’t so tired he’d probably cry. Instead, he nuzzles into the blonde’s neck and closes his eyes. “Love you, Chris. Love you s’much.”

Chris swallows, happy tears gathering in his eyes, “I love you too, Sebastian. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Moments later, he hears Seb’s breathing even out and he closes his own eyes, sleeping taking him shortly after.

Scott wakes up to Dodger whining outside his door. He sits up and stretches before getting up to open his door. “Okay, okay, I’m coming Buddy. Did Daddy not let you out?”

It’s still early, barely even seven in the morning, but Chris is usually the first one up. This is around the time he takes Dodger for a run and Scott wonders if he slept through his alarm. After he opens the back door for his four-legged nephew, he lightly knocks on Chris’s bedroom door. “Chris? Hey, man, you okay? I noticed you weren’t up y-” He opens it and frowns when he sees the bed empty. Then it dons on him, the talk he had with Sebastian yesterday when they were doing dishes.

As quietly as he can, he goes to the guest room and opens the door. Scott smirks and shakes his head at the sight before him. Chris is on his back, his left arm above his head while the right one is wrapped around Sebastian's bare back. They’re sound asleep, both snoring lightly as Seb lies on his chest. He knows he shouldn’t, but he takes his phone out and snaps a picture anyway. It’ll probably end up in the family photo album at some point.

Scott shuts the door just as Lisa and the girls come padding down the hallway. He holds up his finger to his lips to let them know to be quiet. “Shh, they’re sleeping.”

Lisa cocks her head to the side, “They? Who’s th-” She stops and then smiles, “oh…”

Shanna looks at Carly and holds out her hand. “You owe me fifty bucks!”

Scott turns his phone around to show them the picture, “I think we should let them sleep in and make them a photo album.” He follows his Mom and sisters into their living room and smiles to himself.

It took them longer than he expected to get together, and he’s happy to have given them the little nudge they needed. He’s never been happier for Chris. He’s happy that he’s finally found someone who completes him the way he deserves to be.

And he’s happy that it’s with Sebastian.

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marivenah · 11 months

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4, 8, 13

Maul and Shireen

6, 14, 23

Paloma and Sam

thank you Biggie 💕 I never get tired of talking about either of them as parents... unfortunately

couples & their kids asks

4. What’s something they swore they wouldn’t do, and then did as a parent?

I don't think there's something Shireen swore she would never do. She was very much prepared for parenthood and family is everything to her.

Maul never planned to train younglings, let alone several ones, and yet here he is, training all five of them. He's even traveling with them through the galaxy to find kyber crystals for each of them. Also, how they're trained. Fairly neutral? Not exclusively in the way of the Jedi or Sith. I know the current canon technically doesn't have a neutral ground with grey Jedi and all of that, but I personally don't like the definitive black and white view. Only a Sith deals in absolutes 🙄

8. Are there any interests that they share with their kids? If not, how do they nurture their kids’ interests?

Does Maul even have any hobbies? Well, obviously there's the lightsaber combat and the usual Mando shenanigans. Damn, does Shireen have any hobbies?? They're both always so busy, they don't even have the time to have interests 😭 The kids have their own interests, because compared to their parents they actually get to have a childhood. And Shireen and Maul are doing their best to make that possible. While they have that combat training, the kids are of course getting enough time to do other things as well. Their second oldest, Saniyah enjoys tinkering and mechanical work on ships and droids. Her parents were never in need of droids, but they do keep every droid around Saniyah builds or repairs.

13. What is their go to method for getting the baby to laugh? Who makes them laugh the most?

Shireen likes to get quite physical, tickling, showering them in kisses, cuddling, blowing raspberries on their stomach or cheeks, etc. And it works pretty well every time! I'd say Maul's general look makes the kids happy and just giggle whenever they see him. Sometimes he uses the Force to make them float around a little. I guess when it comes to who makes the kids laugh the most, they're a pretty even tie.

6. What do they consider to be their worst parenting mistake? Do they have any regrets in the way they raised them?

You mean aside from being dead for 15 years? You know what, yeah. Sam sees that as his worst parenting mistake, missing not only so many years of Olivia's life but also finding out that Palo had twins and he missed their lives too? Time with them he'll never get back.

As for Palo, she doesn't really have any regrets when it comes to raising the kids. She was a hard working single mom raising 3 kids. She might've been a little strict every now and then, but nothing she regrets.

14. Who is able to stop the baby from crying just by holding them?

Palo! There must be something about her cuddles and kisses. That never works for Sam, he has to make a fool of himself to get them to laugh.

23. What do they do when their children misbehave in public?

Let's face it, Olivia's only misbehaving in public because Sam is her role model and she has him misbehaving first. Palo has to do the scolding. Even without Sam around, the twins also misbehave sometimes. All three of them are giving Palo a hard time haha. Though she doesn't scream at them or anything. Just the typical scolding and taking them back home if they don't stop.

#thank you!! <3 #oc: shireen oqir #x: to your deepest low #shireen x maul #oc: paloma garcía #x: where i want to stay #paloma x sam #love them all mwah #i really sat there for a hot minute to think of something shireen said she wouldn't do but there really isn't anything 🤔

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wait ranboo not understanding that other people could feel pain like him and (later) trying to pay off tommy's parents sounds interesting,could you expand upon/further explain either point?

WELL

For the longest time, all alone with no one to teach him things like empathy and guilt

When his mom was around, instead of "it's okay, we all feel angry/frustrated/sad/hurt, it's a normal feeling and this is how we can deal with it" he got "why? your life is great, you have no reason to feel that way"

instead of looking for reasons why he felt bad, or even trying not to feel bad, he came to the conclusion that he must have been the only person who felt these things!

As he started going to school, it just kind of developed into "I feel pain, these kids don't."

Thankfully, that sort of thinking was corrected by his elderly neighbor, Ranboo's emergency contact when the school couldn't get ahold of his mother. She sat him down and explained that everyone hurts, and everyone experiences emotions, and that he needs to be more mindful of how his actions and words affect other people.

It took him a while to understand, but once it clicked, he became a little overly self conscious about hurting people. Especially as he got taller than everyone else. He didn't get stronger, but literally looking down on everyone else really messed with him.

As for the bit with Tommy?

Go back and look at this comic real quick.

Done? Okay.

Time to move out. Since money did him no favors as a kid, he just kind of let it pile up in a separate bank account, so he's not worried about costs. (He also has the fancy card from his mom, which she keeps filled so he'll be fine and not bother her, so he's been slowly taking money and setting it aside too. She doesn't want anything to do with him, but she's willing to pay until he's old enough to move out.

He doesn't know how old "old enough" is exactly, so best to be on the safe side.

Since he doesn't have a frame of reference for when a teenager should or shouldn't be independent, so he keeps looking for places with three bedrooms.

Oh.

It just makes sense, in his mind. Tommy's home life is terrible, and so the sooner he moves out, the better. Tubbo is... Well, Tubbo actually does pretty well, at home. Sparklez is a great single parent and always has been. But he thinks that's why Sparklez would let Tubbo move out--because he knows his son, and he knows his son's friends, and so he must know the three of them are best off together!

It's not that it doesn't occur to him to ask, he just thinks it makes sense. Of course they'll agree. They're happiest when they're together, and safest. They fit. It'll be like having one of their weekend-long sleepovers, but it never has to end.

He's completely bewildered when they mention not being able to pay rent or bills.

"Why would you do that?" He asks. "Pay for anything, I mean."

Tubbo makes a noise that could be a laugh or a scoff. "Wh-- why would you pay and not expect us to?!"

Ranboo shrinks a little. He has the distinct feeling he's going to say something wrong here, but.... "Because I love you guys."

He loves them. And that means he pays for food and housing, and they just....don't worry about things. The difference between this love, and that from his mother, is that Ranboo actually wants to be around Tommy and Tubbo.

Tommy frowns, and looks aside. "Well... yeah? We love you too, man, but that's why we can't just make you pay for everything. It wouldn't be fair to you."

Ranboo shrugs, even though the idea makes his skin itch in a terrible way. "Well-- then you can pitch in however you want, and whenever. But I-- I mean, that's...." He drums his fingers on his laptop. "I don't know how to word it. But it would be better, right? Tommy! You can get away from your foster family, and not worry about anything! And Tubbo-- well, your dad is really nice, but he'd understand, right? I mean, it's us." He gestures to all three of them.

Tubbo squints at him. "What are you talking about?"

Ranboo sighs. "It's just-- well, he's not like my mom, right? He's not-- he cares about you. And he knows that you'd be happy with us. And safe, of course! Because it's us!"

"Okay, but like--what about my parents?" Tommy asks, still looking uncertain. "I move out, they lose their paycheck. They aren't going to just let me go like it's nothing."

Ranboo's first thought is some kind of emancipation. The state has to let Tommy declare independence if he has somewhere safe to stay, and a job lined up! And Ranboo would bet cash that Techno would hand over an apron immediately if Tommy asked.

But then it clicks. Cash.

"Well...you're already seventeen. My mom says that's not enough work to be paid much, but still too late for the system to put real effort into enforcing rules."

"Ranboo!" Tubbo snaps.

"Hang on, I-- I'm just saying-- well-- what if your parents got a bigger paycheck to just.....you know, sign some papers for me and look away?"

Tommy blinks, looking confused, and then his expression drops into looking downright ill.

"You... You want your mom to buy me, essentially...? That's--no." He shakes his head. "No way, man. That's--I'd be indebted to you for forever, man. I want my independence, but that's just--its way too much. Right?" He looks to Tubbo for support.

Tubbo is still looking at Ranboo, his expression a mix of shock and indignation. "Bossman, you really--"

"No!" Ranboo says quickly, louder than he means to, and then quickly quiets down, closing his laptop. "I'd never suggest my mom having custody of anyone! She-- that woman is incapable of caring about another person. I meant...me."

Tubbo pauses the movie on the tv and puts the remote down harder than necessary. "Ranboo, that's crazy talk. That's absolutely fucking mental, and I don't-- I can't--! I can't believe you'd suggest it!"

"It wouldn't be real custody!" Ranboo argues. "I'm just trying to get Tommy out of there, and-- well, I-- I love you guys!" He looks to Tommy. "You know me! I would never, ever hold my love over your head like that! It's not buying you, it-- it's just a little bribery!"

Biggest thanks and love in all the land for @warning-heckmouth for all of their patience and magnificent writing talent, without which this entire section of story would be much shorter, and much clumsier. <3 <3

#asks #dsmp mall au :)#smp ranboo #smp tommy #smp tubbo

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