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factorialsfandoms · 1 year

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Oops I fell back into an old fandom. Have some fluff

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aqua & Terra & Ventus (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Aqua (Kingdom Hearts), Terra (Kingdom Hearts), Ventus (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Kingdom Hearts III, Friendship, Vague KH3 Spoilers, given I've only watched a splatter of cutscenes out of order, Wayfinder Trio (Kingdom Hearts), wayfinder trio aren't okay but they're getting there, Ice Cream, Teasing, Ficlet, They're friends your honour, and there's little more I can say than that Summary:

Ventus finds his Disney Town pass. Aqua remembers something she never had a chance to tell them. And Terra? He's just along for the ride.

#fanfic #kh fanfic #oops I fell back into an old fandom #bbs fanfic #birth by sleep #birth by sleep fanfic

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vanosslirious · 2 years

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Fic: Laundry List

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad.

Ch: 26 / SilentDroidd.

Words: 114.

Excerpt:

"Do you hear that?" he asks SMii7y who is now wearing one of Kryoz's oversized shirt with a flower print.

"Always."

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saddestsquid · 2 months

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König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard.

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

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melonbread96 · 2 years

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Terrornoss : The Confession

It’s been awhile since I’ve written some bbs fanfics.

Please enjoy and comment! :D

~Melon

#terrornoss #brian x evan #bbs fanfiction #bbs fanfic

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sp0o0kylights · 7 months

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Part One

The drive's short one.

Steve gets out of his car, opening the passenger door for Chrissy and escorting her up to the house, quietly envisioning what Jason would look like if a real monster got him.

What would he say, staring down the crazy, five-starred head, filled with teeth and drool? Would he turn back? Or run?

(Steve swears he doesn't take great pleasure in imagining Carver getting eaten, but he'll admit to taking a little.)

"Chrissy do you have any idea--oh." Mrs. Cunningham startles, grasping her robe at the front as she spots Steve standing next to her daughter.

"Hi Miss Cunningham." He says.

"Hello." She says suspiciously. "And who are you?"

"I'm Steve Harrington, ma'am." He watches as her mother straightens immediately at his name, and sinks right into the ol' Harrington charm, knowing instantly it will work. "I know you were expecting Jason, but I'm afraid he wasn't able to drive Chrissy home."

"Oh, Steve! It's so late I almost didn't recognize you." She titters, suspicion gone. "Your mother and I are on the same charity board."

Of course they were.

"I thought you were dating that nice Nancy girl." She says with a squint that mimics Chrissy's, because even in the midst of a crisis he can't escape the gossip that is Hawkins upper echelon.

"Nance is waiting in the car." Steve lies smoothly. "I just wanted to make sure Chrissy got home safe."

"What happened?" Chrissy's father appears, ushering them both in while blatantly peering around them, eyes sweeping the street before closing the door.

Steve recognizes the move. He's checking for nosy neighbors.

"Jason and I broke up." Chrissy admits.

"What?"

"We..." She falters in front of her parents.

"What happened to Jason?" Her father asks, tuning back in once they're safely away from peering eyes.

"I'm afraid Jason and some of his friends brought beer to the party." Steve steps in to explain.

"Oh Chrissy, it's a high school party. That's no reason to break up with him." Her mother fusses, face flushing in embarrassment. Her eyes dart from her daughter to Steve and back, and Steve knows he needs to start damage control.

If he plays it right he can burn Jason while he's at it.

"He was horrible, mom. Just awful." Chrissy says, but Steve can tell she's shrinking under her mothers gaze.

"He drank quite a lot, Miss Cunningham." With a theatrical wince, Steve turns to face Chrissy's dad, lowers his voice and says "I'm going to have to talk to Coach about it."

He gets the intended response, which is a raised eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"

Steve nods once, painting a pained smile on his face. "He made a real fool of himself tonight, Sir. The basketball team has a reputation to uphold."

"Oh." Mrs. Cunningham says, hand fluttering in front of her face. "I never would have thought…"

"He's normally a good guy. I don't know what got into him." Steve has them both eating out of the palm of his hand, attention neatly off Chrissy and onto the story he's feeding them.

Its worth it to see her shoulders relax.

"I couldn't let him take Chrissy home in the state he was in Sir, and he got very…"

Steve pauses.

Fills his voice with tempered disappointment, channeling his dad. "Belligerent. Said some nasty things."

"Really?" Mr. Cunningham says, with a low whistle, and Steve knows by his tone alone that he's bought in.

Hook, line, sinker.

Steve nods once. "I have to get back to my girlfriend, but Chrissy'" He turns earnestly here, to let her know he's not faking this next bit. "Let me know if Jason bothers you at school. I'll set him straight again if I have to."

"Thank you Steve." Mr. Cunningham says, as Chrissy's mom hustles her daughter towards the kitchen.

Steve shakes his hand, then waves at Crissy as she calls her own thank you over her shoulder, before disappearing out the door and back to his car.

The same one where Nancy very much isn't.

That's a problem for tomorrow Steve.

xXx

Tomorrow Steve gets into an argument with Nancy.

She can't recall that Jonathan took her home, or that he's bullshit, their whole relationship, bullshit--

But she also can't tell him she loves him.

So Steve snaps at her. Storms off.

Play’s more basketball.

It takes less than two hours for him to get mopey and another three for him to spiral into deciding he was wrong somehow.

That's what his mom said all the time anyway, wasn't it? The man's always wrong Steven, and he's the man here so…

He gets flowers, chocolates, and fucking waylaid (by Dustin Henderson with his Grow a Monster) and things go sideways from there.

Train tracks and a junkyard and demodogs make time speed up. An encounter with Billy and a dinner plate causes Steve's recollection of the evening to be fuzzy.

He just knows that in the middle of dodging death, he has the realization that Nance wants to break up with him.

That he should let her.

Even if it hurts, even if he doesn't want to.

She wants to be let go.

So Steve does. He respects her, and when he has a moment after its all over, he tells her to go with Jonathan.

(At least he permanently gets the squirts out if this. Or at least everyone but Mike.

Even if most of them are shitheads and one of them's Hargrove's step sister.

It's--something.

But when Dustin keeps pestering him, demanding Steve drive him all over Hawkins and then drags him to the movies, well.

It might be the best something Steve's had in his life so far. )

xXx

"Oh shit. Is that from Caver?" Eddie asks, popping up near Steve's car like the clown in a jack in the box.

"Carver can't hit for shit. This was Hargrove." Steve replies, attempting an eyeroll before remembering that his entire face is a bruise.

One, giant, never ending bruise.

"I guess his step sister gave him the slip to come hang out with these kids I watch sometimes. I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be there." Steve shrugs, because it's the technical truth.

If you turn it sideways and squint anyway.

"Asshole tried to threaten the kid Max is into by slamming him into a wall and screaming shit, so I stepped in, and--" He waves at his face.

The same one he's already getting looks for.

"I was winning." Steve sighs theatrically. "He broke a plate over my head."

The story seemed to freeze Eddie but he recovers with a quick shake of his head.

"You poor thing." He tuts. "Let me guess--you were more worried about the hair than the wound?"

Eddie's hands flutter like he's going to touch Steve's head but he seems to contain himself at the last minute.

The hospital threatened to buzz it for stitches." Steve says darkly, playing into the bit.

(He had not gone to a hospital.

None of them had.)

"What would our King be without his crown of hair?" Eddie laments, in a falsetto that was half insult half oddly sincere. It was jarring in that it was hard to get a read on, but the more Steve was around the guy the less it seemed malicious and the more it came off as just….goofy.

Eddie Munson, Steve decided, was not a freak.

He was a dorky little weirdo, just like all the other kids Steve now hung out with.

Just older, and with slightly better hair.

"Hey Eddie." Another boy calls out, approaching cautiously.

He's got a leather jacket on, and if Steve thinks hard enough he can sort of conjure up a memory of the guy at Eddie's lunch table, throwing a piece of bread at a pale sophomore decked out in plaid. "You good man?"

"Yeah Jeff, just checkin' in on the Hair here." Eddie sticks a thumb towards Steve, who raises his hand and waves.

The falsetto comes back, somehow higher as the older boy swoons over Steves arm. "Soothing his poor soul after that brute Hargrove almost killed him."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a lot like Bugs Bunny?" Steve asks, the thought leaving his mouth the instant he had it.

(He doesn't care, it's a legitimate question.)

It has the effect of making Munson look downright chuffed. "I have actually, but only by my Uncle."

"Why are you checking in?" Jeff interrupts, before seeming to realize he said it out loud. " Ah, I mean--"

"Oh he didn't tell you?" Steve says, as casually as he can muster. "Eddie claimed me and Chrissy at a party last weekend."

See Munson? Two people could play the weird bit game.

They've attracted more of Eddie's friends now, two more boys in leather jackets edging closer like frightened deer.

(One of which is the aforementioned younger man Jeff threw bread at, and Steve vaguely thinks the guy's name starts with a g.)

"Apparently we're his minions now." Steve tells Jeff in a rather put upon manner.

"It was just you, the fair maiden chose otherwise." Eddie counters dismissively, voice dropping down low.

Steve snorts. Hums a sarcastic; "Like you'd let us choose."

Eddie finally abandons whatever voice that was supposed to be (a villain, Steve thinks, and wonders if it hurts Eddies throat to drop from a false high to a deep low that quickly.) to say:

"Mock me all you like, Harrington, but you can't deny the bit worked."

Steve automatically went for another eye roll, and gets a flash of pain for it. "Who said I was mocking you, you dork? Just stating facts."

Yet again, Eddie reacts weird to the comment. He looks almost bashful for a second, before he recovers, tugging his hair in front of his face as he plays with it.

The bell rings once in warning, and Steve makes a face towards the doors.

"I gotta go, Mrs Clicks out to fail me. See you around, Eddie. Jeff." The way his eyes are bruised up he can't quite make out the face Jeff makes at that, but Steve's pretty sure the guys mouth was open.

"She's a nasty one, my minion, best stay on your toes around her." Eddie calls, and Steve waves a hand in the air to show he heard.

"What just happened?" Jeff asks, far too loudly for how close Steve still is.

It makes him chuckle a bit, even as one of the other guys says something in a far quieter voice that has Munson squawking and flapping his arms like a bird.

The winding little feelings in his chest squeeze his heart, and Steve shakes his head, refusing to be fond of Eddie Munson.

xXx

College rejection letters come in, one after the another.

Steve could have made it into a few schools he's certain, except he hadn't really applied to any.

Not that any college other than Penn Hurst mattered. His dad wanted him to be a legacy, come hell or high water.

Steve's punishment was hand picked by his parents, and he gets the sailor outfit his new minimum wage job requires is supposed to be a part of it--that his dad made him apply because it was the most embarrassing thing he could think to subject Steve too-- but honestly?

It's not that bad.

Not even with Robin, the manager he met yesterday, and who positively, completely and totally, hates Steve’s guts.

He figures he has time to win her over.

All the time in the world, now that demons aren't trying to eat his, or any of the kid's, faces. He can focus on the small things. Build himself back up.

Figure out the person he wants to be, now that he's no longer King Steve.

It’s the thought that kept him from attending any graduation parties. To go felt like backsliding into old habits.

‘If the kids--if it comes back again--’

Getting drunk at night in a random house seemed almost irresponsible.

Particularly not with people Steve has history with, without anyone he really cares about being present. Certainly not Nance and Jonathan, who he wishes he didn’t know are at some end-of-year game night one of Nancy’s friends is hosting.

(Steve can’t think about that for a number of reasons.

When he does--because of course he does-- he makes sure to focus on the weirdness that is Jonathan Byers being someone he cares about, instead of the fact he can’t seem to kill his love for Nancy.

Or that he's horrifically jealous of their relationship.

That the best sleep he had ever had was between them, two nights after the lab, when they crammed themselves into Jonathan's bed because they all couldn't quite believe it was over.

That night had been so incredibly weird, but grouping together felt safer. Smarter.

Better.

Not in a way Steve wants to put into words.

Not in a way he wants to confront at all.)

His parents hadn’t been able to make it home to watch him walk at his graduation--his father landing a last minute meeting with some important person or other.

Faked apologies were given, money transferred, and Steve, not wanting to sit in his too-huge house, had meandered to Family Video.

Tried to forget his father’s cold voice in the background of his mother’s call, loudly announcing he’d have made it a priority to see Steve graduate-- if he’d gotten into Penn Hurst.

Steve just shakes his head. Pushes those thoughts into the back of his head, into the same place all his other weird thoughts live.

The glare he gets from the tall, pimple-ridden guy working the rental counter was expected.

Chrissy Cunningham, was not.

"I thought you’d be at one of the parties.” He tells her, when he turns down the romance aisle and finds her staring blankly at a shelf.

She startles, before recognition flits over her face and a warm smile is directed his way.

“I'm honestly not a fan of parties." She confides in him, hand clutching a tape in her hands."Not those kinds, anyway.”

"More slumber parties, less keg stands your speed?" Steve guessed, blatantly turning his head sideways in order to read the title.

She awards him with a wider smile. "Exactly."

"Chrissy Cunningham. Are you renting Jaws?" He teases, leaning in just a touch.

She flushes, but turns and squares up to him. Steve's delighted to see it.

"Why yes I am. I'll do you one better and even admit it's one of my favorite movies."

Steve grins at her, and sees the way she lights up on response, eyes bright.

This is the Chrissy that Carver had tried to kill. The strength and pure fun that radiates off her enhances the beauty she has to something almost otherworldly.

Steve has seen enough beauty in his life to recognize when it will stay. That Chrissy wil one day be 80 years old, with gray hair and knit sweaters, and she'll still be able to light up a room.

"Like sharks killing people that much huh?” He teases. And it’s easy, slipping into this part of himself around her. The part he’s been trying to get back.

The confidence that he walked with, before monsters crawled out of the ground, and Nancy put a hole in his heart.

"I'll let you in on a secret. ." Chrissy leans in, dropping her voice low enough that Steve has to lean in a bit too to hear. "My favorite character is the shark."

Steve playfully gapes at her, and for the first time in a long time, feels like things will be okay.

He’ll be okay.

He won’t be King Steve. He’s not Nancy's Boyfriend Steve either--but someone else. Himself.

A Steve who exists outside of Hawkins High, outside his family name.

He likes it.

"I told you that was his car. Steve!" A too familiar voice calls and Steve can't mask the despair that hits him as he turns to his (now least) favorite shithead, whose storming through Family Video’s doors.

"Dustin." He identifies, with an edge to his voice he can only pray Chrissy doesn't pick up on. "Other brats. What are you doing?"

Mike stands stubbornly at Dustin's right, Lucas nervous at his left.

Will Byers is situated next to Mike but Steve's not as familiar with him, and has no idea how to interpret the kid.

If he had to guess based on the face he’s being sent, Will’s more nervous then the rest--but equally determined.

(This does not make Steve feel better. It in fact, somewhat convinces them they’ve run headfirst back into trouble.)

"Well we were going to go to Lucas’s, but now, we're bumming a ride from you!"

"I'm busy." He says flatly.

"Ste~eeeve!"

"I didn't know you had a brother." Chrissy says, hand covering her mouth.

Looking back at her, Steve's pretty sure she's trying to physically hold back laughter.

If one could shoot lasers with their eyes, Steve would be nailing Dustin for ruining--whatever it was that was happening here.

"He's a rescue" Steve says flatly. "It’s not working out though. We're planning on returning him to the shelter.”

"Wow Steve." Dustin returns, offended. "First of all, if anyone's rescuing anyone I rescued you, or did you suddenly forget that you show up to family dinner every Thursday at my house like a sad orpha--mmpphh!"

‘Mmpphh’ because Steve had taken several long strides across the store to smack his hand over Dustin's mouth.

"Sorry Chrissy, it would appear the asshole children I am paid to babysit escaped whoever is supposed to be watching them." He shakes Dustins head, in lue of strangling him. “Hit me up later we’ll discuss the shark’s best kills.”

“Will do.” Chrissy says, as Steve begins the process of shoving his four smaller friends out the door. “Drive safe!”

“No you don’t, and you’re gonna prove it by swinging through McDonalds for us.” Dustin sing-songs, swinging himself into the passenger side of the Beemer.

“You assholes owe me, big time.” Steve hisses, as Lucas and Mike instantly begin making kissy faces the second they’re out into the parking lot. "I had plans tonight!"

“Do you have McDonalds money?” Steve asks, only to immediately wince at himself because fuck did he just sound like a soccer mom.

“I have money I took out of my mom’s wallet.” Mike says as he settles into the car with his friends.

“Fine.” Steve sighs in defeat, starting the car.

He determinedly does not ask if the idiots walked here, because there is a suspicious lack of bicycles, if only because he hit his mom quota for the day and Steve refuses to say anything else that might edge out his cool persona.

The one he swears he still has.

Supposedly.

("Does my mom really pay you to watch me?" Dustin asks a while later, when the other brats are distracted. His voice is painfully honest, and softer than it normally is.

"In food, yes." Steve says, because he’s not that much of an asshole--and maybe, because Dustin is truly his only friend right now.

Steve honestly looks forward to those Thursday dinners, helping Ma Henderson and having her fuss over him in a way his parents never had.

In a way no one ever had.

Dustin lands a solid kick to his ankle, making Steve curse. "That's not payment you ass!"

"Ow, God Dustin--"

"Just admit you're my actual friend, you dick!"

"Language! I swear your mom stole you from wolves, you animal--" Steve swatted at him.

Maybe, possibly later, he will go on to admit that yes, Dustin is his friend.

He will even agree to making up a stupid handshake for it.

It involves lightsabers and gore at least, which Steve insists is very cool.)

#BB is coming down to the wire #my date to post is Halloween #bc its me lol #so our regularly scheduled programing will be back shortly #steddissy #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #0o0 fanfics #steve/chrissy/eddie #for those weirdies who kept insisting this was platonic in the tags you can read this part too and be happily delusional about the endgame #its a slowburn #my calling card lmao #this fic was meant to weave around the canon plot until s4 wherein we go off the rails #this is an everyone lives fiiiiic #theyre all equally dorky with crushes #Steve has some Im Just Ken issues #angst

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wannaeatramyeon · 4 months

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Vin Jin x Reader: Eyelash

G/N. Soft.

"Stop rubbing your eyes,"

"Piss off, it's itchy," Vin spits in your direction, never taking pause.

Which would be fine if he hasn't been excessively scrubbing at them for the last five minutes. It's distracting. Not to mention gross. The weird squelch of the eyeball and him grunting in annoyance.

With a sigh, you approach him. Standing almost chest to chest, you stretch up on your tiptoes, "Let me look."

Absolutely not, Vin thinks. He hasn't let anyone this close since... ever. At least not willingly. Just because you've seen his eyes bared and naked doesn't mean he still doesn't feel vulnerable around you.

Undeterred by his silence, you continue to badger him. "Hey,"

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Cmon."

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Might be an eyelash, some dirt, some dust. "

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Will you just let me-"

Goddamn you're annoying, "Fine!" Rub rub-

You hold onto his elbow, stopping him mid motion, and Vin positively growls at you. Sunglasses on askew, his left offending eye and twin pupils, peeking out over the top.

It's bloodshot to fuck. Rubbed red raw. Honestly, that stubborn asshole.

"Come here," you navigate him closer to the window and take advantage of the midday sun as he complains about you manhandling him. (Though you silently note he makes no effort to free himself from your grasp.)

"Stand still," you command and you remove his sunglasses. You're just about to tease him for how obedient and docile he is, when you notice his jaws clenched and hands fisted. Like a cornered animal.

You change your tune.

"I'll be quick," you tell Vin, giving him a small smile and he gives you an even smaller nod.

True to your word, your fingers are swift. Gently pulling at his lower and upper lid, you peer this way and that into his eye.

"Can you-" You begin to ask, but Vin anticipates your question. Leaning down until he's at your eye level.

It feels humiliating, or at least it should. Having you this close, staring directly into the eye that made him feel like a monster all his life. Except your hands are tender and your smile is kind and instead of looking away ashamed, he can't help but watch you intently.

His usual demeanour is nowhere to be found. No biting words on his tongue, no sneer on his lips, no disdain on his face. He's captivated.

"It looks fine but," you murmur, picking something off his face. With a grin, you hold it to his mouth, "Make a wish-"

Vin peers down at your finger.

An eyelash.

"Idiot," he says without heat. Regardless, he still wishes. The same thing he has been hoping for more and more these days, and blows the eyelash away.

"Is your eye still annoying you?"

Vin doesn't know what to do with your concern and sincerity, choosing instead to default to how he always is. "You're annoying me," he teases, earning him a rough shove.

"Get your hands off me you hag!"

"You ungrateful asshole!"

As if on autopilot, your conversation once again devolves into bickering and snipes. All you can think about, however, was the proximity mere moments ago. The closeness to his face, the way he watched you, and his pupils blown wide.

And all Vin can think about is how childish his wishes used to be. Foolish and impossible, hoping to be normal. Futile. Desperate.

But now, something else he wants, someone, finally feels within reach.

#vin my poor traumatised bb #lookism #lookism x reader #jin hobin #mary kim #lookism fanfic #jin hobin x reader #vin jin #vin jin x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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becomingfoxes · 5 months

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It's here! My final pieces for the Steddie Big Bang 🖤 I immensely enjoyed creating these pieces for pyro-the-dragon's incredible fic Night Stalker! You can read it on Ao3 here.

Eddie Munson lives. Max Mayfield wakes. And yet, the maw of Vecna’s gate yawns open.

Steve grapples with the horror of a town sinking into Hell, trying his best to navigate upset teens, hovering parents, Robin’s discerning eye, blackout nights, and Eddie Munson’s constant presence.

Eddie expects Hawkins High’s fallen King to leave his life just as quickly as he entered it, but fate has other plans.

In a post-Vecna Hawkins, neither can resist the gravity well of consequence, because one fact changes everything: Dustin Henderson is hiding something.

#my art #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanart #stranger things fanart #steddie fanfiction #steddie big bang 2023 #steddie bb 2023 #steddie big bang #steddie fanfic

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hyperfocusthusly · 6 days

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Downloading some AU Zukka thoughts;

- Okay so Zuko gets banished, but ends up on his own

- Somehow washes up in the southern isles and finds himself a cave to go flop in, happens to be nearby a certain water tribe

- Between injury, hunger, thirst, being out at sea and general exhaustion he’s gone a bit feral

- Maybe some of the kids from the tribe are out exploring and they find the cave

- Zuko warns them off with fire and they go home shouting about a dragon in a cave near the village

- Sokka is pretty sure that dragons aren’t real, or if they were they’re at least extinct, and even if they aren’t he’s fairly confident they don’t hang out in the snow

- He goes to investigate the cave and catches a glimpse of a boy, probably not much older than him, clearly hurt and in need of help, but he also gets fire shot at him

- He starts taking food to the cave, leaving it near the entrance, it never gets eaten but the fire always tells him the boy is still there

- He sits by the entrance for a while just talking, about the tribe, about the village, about anything just to try to tell the boy he’s not by himself anymore

- The food never gets eaten and Sokka starts to worry about it, he calls in to tell the boy that he’s going to come to the entrance, he’s not going to come in, not going to look at him, he just wants to show him the food is safe

- So he does, trying to be confident in the idea that he isn’t about to be set on fire, eats a spoon of the soup and a drink of the water in view and puts it back

- The next morning the bowl is empty, the water gone and Sokka finally feels some relief

- He starts to spend time just sitting near the edge of the cave, reading a book he borrowed from Gran Gran

- Each time he does he can hear the boy coming closer, shuffling along the wall of the cave

- One day, when he knows the boy is close, Sokka slides his hand into the cave and asks the boy’s name

- The boy bumps his hand into Sokka’s and a small flame writes in the snow

- ‘Zuko’

#aaaaaah #who knows what this is #maybe when I’m done with BB&B #I’ll write this out properly #but it’s been zooming about in my head so I just needed to get it out #zuko #sokka #Zukka #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla Sokka #atla Zuko #atla Zukka #fanfic #(?)#my writing

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theladyofshalott1989 · 2 months

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As a little treat to myself for the first anniversary of my Sebastian Sallow x m!mc series (Like Moths to a Flame [ Wattpad link ] [ AO3 link ]), I commissioned the absolutely spectacular @rhewart for a scene of Sebastian and Damien from chapter 34 ("Happiness, Its Gates Guarded by Dragons") of the sequel, Burning Bright, and boy, did she deliver (and then some)! My jaw is still on the floor. Happy one year, Sebastian and Damien <333 It's been such a joy writing you two.

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lovelybucky1 · 5 months

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accidentally sending a nude to stepdad!anakin instead of the person it was meant for and that causes him to find out your phone is full of nudes you’ve taken 💔

warning: stepcest, dead dove do not eat, 18+ minors dni

he would be so fucking mad. of course he’s an old pervert and he jerks off to the picture first, but then he’s angry. he knows the picture wasn’t meant for him and he’s going to find out who it was for.

he takes your phone out of your room while you’re in the shower and guesses your password easily. he goes into your camera roll and sees a whole photoshoot’s worth of nudes right there in plain sight.

he’s grinding his teeth as he scrolls through the hundreds of pictures. he knows he needs to punish you for this, but seeing your body gives him other ideas.

he selects the pictures and texts them to himself, then deletes the messages off of your phone. he still has all the pictures, but you’re none the wiser.

#anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fanfic #ask #bb-eilish #dead dove do not eat #dont like dont read

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lozchi · 9 months

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Taehoon Seong proposing to you(-ish) Headcanons~

A/N: I love him so much I have a whole Pinterest board of him and an album on my phone and he's set as my wallpaper and AND ANDDD DMSBFIANNDANDJ. Pairing: Taehoon Seong x GN!reader Themes: Fluff, fluff, I love fluff. Marriage, proposal, fluffffff Grgrgrghhh

-I have a feeling if he were to ever propose to you, instead of "Will you marry me?" He'll say "You will marry me."

-Like, bro already knows your answer anyway and wouldn't ask if he didn't think you'd agree.

-Pop the "question"? It's a demand.

-He'll be anything but romantic, but he means well. Do you really expect this nutjob to say a cheesy and heartfelt speech while clinging onto your hand while he kneels on the ground?

-If he did indeed pop the question, he'll still spare the sentiments or be completely awkward that he didn't say anything else afterwards.

-Then starts contemplating whether he should add more because you deserve better.

-But doesn't afterwards when he sees you're satisfied.

-Damn that look on your face tells him he's made the right decision.

-He'll just kiss you and do those touchy shit because physical touch is his love language anyway.

-He'll most definitely do it at the most unexpected times just to catch you off guard.

-Instead of going to romantic places or doing it on your anniversary, he'll do it when you're just chillin' or something.

-Either you just cuddling with him as he plays with your hair.

-Or playing Tekken, duh.

-Imagine him just opening the box and putting it near your face after you got mercilessly beaten up a round ago.

-If he wants to make it extra special, he'll probably propose in the dojo. XD

-Makes sure that Hansu isn't around though, otherwise it adds awkwardness.

-He will not propose when he thinks you don't want to.

-Discussed the idea of marriage at one point in your lives just so both of you would be comfortable.

-Married or not, he'll be fine with either.

-As long as you're with him in the end, that's all that matters.

#seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #taehoon x reader #viral hit taehoon #viral hit #how to fight taehoon #headcanon #how to fight imagines #doyouhave500won #taehoon bb #taehun seong #ptj universe #i wish there was only one way to spell his name i'm struggling #fanfic #viral hit x reader #how to fight x reader #how to fight manhwa

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kibagib · 23 days

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Ghost's thumbs sweep through the buzzed hairs on the sides of his head, and Soap moves closer — so close he can feel the warm breaths passing through Ghost's mask. He curls his fingers tighter into his jacket.

The sirens grow louder.

Fuck. He doesn't want to let go. But he has to.

"Go. Go on," he whispers.

He opens his eyes and finds Ghost watching him. He unclenches his fists and gently pushes Ghost toward the stairs, even as he backs away. Ghost's hands fall away from his face to dangle listlessly at his sides.

"Be safe, Johnny."

Soap nods.

Their gazes hold for another moment.

And then Ghost is gone.

- You’re my mask, you’re my cover, my shelter, Chapter 2 snippet

READ IT HERE

@starlightvld did it again! 💕

We both hope you like it!!! More Punisher AU in the works 😉

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #ghoap punisher au #Starlight is amazing #fanart #fanfic #also #more BB&SH soooon #☺💕

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vanosslirious · 2 years

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Fic: The Traitor.

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad.

Ch: 17 • Evan / Brian

Words: 1.128

Excerpt:

"I keep telling you, I'm going to get you out of this…I promise," Brian said, hoping he sounded geniune. Thomas seemed like the type to not believe anyone until the end, and if Brian can get him past the point of death, maybe he won't end up dead like everyone else around them.

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blondbrat · 5 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 2 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23 𐙚 — stoner!matt sturniolo part 2. smut

warnings; pure smut hehe, mentions of weed, protective!matt, f!reader pt.1

“let him hear whata pretty slut u are, mm?” he loves the way ur glossy eyes widen. all foggy and ditsy from the previous cherry kissed drags ! ! placing messy smooches all over ur collarbone as u nuzzle into his neck all flustered and cheeky at the lil idea ! ! ur cunnty fluttering at the naughty tingle. “Matt!” U whine feeling so fithly by the way it filled ur cloudy thoughts, all eager and needy : ((

giggling in matts neck, the strong weedy smell filling ur senses “damn mama, gotta get high with you more often” he chuckled huskily. gripping ur plush hips and dragging his girl plopped down on his lap ! ! “nah’ but im being for real baby, letting him hear your heavenly moans” he whispered. eliciting a surprised squeak as he softly rutted against ur clothed, pretty pussy. feeling the way ur thighs clenched together coyly ! ! why did he have to be so teasing? ? : ((

“mmph, feels so good matty’ you swoon. ur head feeling so light and fluffy, lolling on his shoulder — the sweet, wet mess in ur panties making u feel even needier : (( “yah baby? fuck ma, your wet arnt’ ya?” he smirks. lifting ur dewy thighs just to grind them back down on his throbbing bulge ! ! becoming almost unbearable the moment ur pretty doe eyes find his.

all u could do was nod dumbly. his bulgy zipper meeting ur puffy clit : (( making u all whiney as his lips slam against urs tasting ur sweet, berry lipgloss. a groan falling from his tongue as u opened eagerly. his tongue sweeping in ur drooling mouth. ur lashes flutter closed — his hands glazing ur soft thighs before squeezing ur ass. “fuck, words ma” he drawls against ur lips. “n-need you matt!” you mewl blushing. feeling the smirk the curled against ur lips. “fuck, knew it pretty girl, ima’ show my brother just how much your mine ma”

you were ditsy to the lil fact that he keeped his door a crack open. he knew chris was downstairs, huffing on the plush coach.. and he loved showing off ur blissful moans ! ! especially the lil giggles and mewls that the weed elicited in ur dewy thoughts. ur heart beating in rhythm with ur throbbing cunnty : ((

be was impatient ! ! So were u hehe letting his large hands replace his mouth, now occupied with ur flushed skin groping and squeezing ur soft flesh as his lips trailed down ur front. biting at ur pebbled nipples teasingly as he rolls the pretty buds against his tongue ! ! so coy as his hot tongue leaves ur full tits gliding down ur tummy as he lays suckled, bubblegum marks. u squirm underneath him as his licks the top lace of ur panties, pulling the flowery fabric as it softly snapped back down. u squeaked ! ! he laughed smugly as his teeth gripped the tiny things and dragged them down ur thighs ur aroused glaze dampening ur inner thighs. the sight making his cock swell unbearably more ! ! u blushed clenching ur legs together as if u were embarrassed : (( u just felt so dirty, absolutely dripping for him as ur pretty mind spun in a delicate high ! “dont hide for me, baby. lemme see this pussy” he pries ur legs apart his eyes devouring the sight of ur sweet cunt. drooling and puffy ! ! he smirks coyly, watching u giggle and fluster all sweetly. u were just so needy ! !

his fingers glide up ur inner thighs, before finally cupping ur cunnty ! ! you gasp softly as his digits dive into ur dripping folds. letting ur sweet essence coat his long fingers. licking his lips as his eyes met urs, so pretty. All glassy and wide, so naughty. “how ya’ want it mama tongue or cock, baby?” he grins watching ur hips buck up as he twirls circles around ur puffy clit all teasingly : ((

u whine ! ! “n-need u inside me!” u mewl, so high and needy u couldnt take it ! ! making grabby hands towards his shoulders as he plays with ur swollen cunnty : (( ! ! “damn baby, i like this stoner you, y’know what you fucking need pretty girl”

it wasnt long before ur plushy thighs are sprawled around his waist, his large hands gripping onto ur hips as u bounce on his cock ! ! ur lashes fluttering open and closed as pretty moans and mewls of pleasure leave ur cherry smoked lips. ur glossy state just making u so bold ! ! ! his groans and ur soft screams filling the cozy room as u grind his tip into that sweet spot inside u ! ! Gummy walls clenching him so tightly — fucking up into u so fast you couldnt even think ! ! “taking me so fcking good baby” he groans — kissing u messily as his eyes roll back ! ! The sounds u were making were absolute heaven him hoping that his fcking brother heard ! ! : ))

he felt ur drooling walls clench around his, squeezing his cock as he guides ur hips knowing u were so lost in pleasure u could only whimper and moan ! ! “fuck mama, cum for me. Let it all out baby girl, wanna see that pretty little curl” the moment his words flowed through ur cloudy head, u cummed ! ! ur lips curling in their mewling pout as u writhed on top of him his head throwing back as he pumped into u, thick ropes of cum shooting inside as you rode him through both ur orgasms — full tits bouncing as ur loud angel moan filled the room ! ! and god, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen

chris couldnt unhear ur moans for weeks — but matt made it perfectly clear that his girl only smoked pot with her man : )) and only he could make u feel so good hehe

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kkpwnall · 4 months

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tell me something (give me hope for the night) || rated t || 7.3k words

[read on ao3]

for alex @ariadnebf happy holidays and a happiest new year!! i hope 2024 is as kind to you as you've been to me this past year, it's been a joy to get to talk to you and hang out online together. you're a great friend and i'm so glad we met in this little corner of the internet!! thanks for bringing us all together <33

with many thanks to lou @cheatghost for so lovingly beta reading <33

“Well well well, if it isn't Steve Harrington…”

Steve drops his head on the ticket counter. This cannot be happening.

In his breathless sprint through the airport, he didn’t even look at any of the other passengers sitting at the gate. So of course the first time he hears that drawling voice again in six– hell almost seven years now– has to be when he's absolutely shit out of luck.

He pulls in a deep, centering breath before he straightens up and spins around to face him, plastering on his most charming smile and leaning hard against the ticket counter.

“Eddie Munson, how the hell are you?” Alright, tone it down. Tries to pass off the way he cringes by running a hand through his hair. “What uh, what brings you all the way out here?”

“Missing the same flight you are, by the looks of it.” Eddie smirks at him, brown eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief.

Steve’s not a hundred percent sure he’s not just imagining Eddie standing there, in the middle of the gate seating, shoving a worn paperback into a lumpy duffle bag. Because just like that it’s 1986 again, and all those old feelings he packed up and put away, never to be seen again, swore up and down he was over and done with forever, flood through his brain. Hot and prickly. Like some sort of holiday air travel-induced delirium.

[keep reading on ao3]

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things steve #stranger things eddie #stranger things fanfic #kk writes #bbs exchange

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canofworms95 · 9 months

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"The city was empty, and the streets seemed to stretch on forever. The lights reflected weakly on wet concrete where the snow hasn’t fully set yet. There was not even one heartbeat in range, and everything was muted grays and silence.

That was all he had ever known. The freezing wind on his face, the barely acceptable temperature between functioning and shutdown, the anxiety and the fear. The mission.

Risking everything, but he had nothing.

He marched with the same courage a suicidal man risks his life. And he and Hank were so very alike." It was an honor to draw for this scene for @blue-lothus' wonderful fic Reality 101 Failure for this year's DBH Big Bang ! @dbh-bb2023

#digital art #dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #fanfic #fanfic fanart #bb23 #dbh bb 23 #big bang #rk800

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