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samanddean76 · 28 days

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All of the Destiel by SamandDean76

I’ll Show You Heaven If You Let Me | Mature | 11.3k words (Mafia AU)

Omega Dean Winchester just wanted to take out his recycling in peace. But he finds a mystery Alpha unconscious on the ground, stashed behind the bins. Dean gets him inside, but then work calls. Once Dean returns home, he finds that the mystery Alpha Castiel is recovered, and he's waiting to claim the Omega that saved him.

The only problem? They're on opposite sides of the law. Now Dean has to risk all to earn back his freedom. But will he lose his true mate along the way?

Entirely Unacceptable | Mature | 10.7k words (Royalty AU)

Alpha Castiel has unexpectedly acquired a very well-trained Omega Dean when he escorted his brother Gabriel to a public auction house. But the Omega he brought home harbors not only secrets, but enemies as well. Will they survive long enough to reach their happy ending? And can they really be true mates if neither is sure that they even believe in such a thing?

Love, rescue, and some revenge in a modern day A/B/O setting.

Alpha Seeking Omega | Mature | 66.6k words (Dystopian AU)

Omega Dean has lived a harsh life prior to being selected to be a demonstration model at a party unveiling the latest product that Morningstar Enterprises is set to produce. Alphas Castiel and Jimmy Novak are guests of honor at the event, but when they lay eyes on the Omega that is clearly at the center of something that was not a part of the party, the twins leap into action. Unfortunately, they are separated. Now Jimmy must keep Dean safe until Castiel can be rescued.

But the more that Jimmy learns about this very well-trained Omega, the more he questions what was really going on that night. The problem is will he be able to figure out the puzzle and still rescue his brother?

Letting Fate Decide | Mature | 14.6k words (A/B/O AU)

Castiel is a new Omega in the big city. He meets the Alpha for him in the form of a fry-cook named Dean Winchester. But a military commander pulls Dean in for a mission and as Castiel waits he is taken by Lucifer to be added to one of his many Omega brothels. There he meets an Omega named Gabriel who helps him to survive. Little does he know that Gabriel is longing to be reunited with his one true Alpha, Sam Winchester.

The Spirited Sprite | Explicit | 8.1k words (Fantasy AU)

Alpha Castiel is the destined true mate of Sprite Dean. But an ancient curse and an unjust punishment threatened to keep them apart. As Dean heals Castiel, will the secret Dean keeps hidden lead to their happy ending, or their being torn apart once more?

How To Accidentally Create Soulmates | General | 2k words (Just Fun AU)

Gabriel was given a brand-new and very important responsibility by Chuck. To oversee the soul nurseries in heaven. Well, Gabriel delegated this boring task to Castiel.

I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

To Know Him Is To Love Him | Explicit | 6.5k words (Hunter Corp AU)

John Winchester is very concerned. On what should be one of the happiest days of his life, the wedding of his oldest child Dean to the absolute love of his life Castiel, both grooms and Sam are missing. John calls upon Gabriel, a Supernatural Consultant for Hunter Corp, and then sets out to find the missing men. Just hoping that he’s not too late to walk his son down the aisle.

A Valentine’s Day adventure with a little peril, a lot of love, and quite the happy ending!

Well, I Never Been To Heaven | Mature | 23,654 words (Season 4 AU)

Dean Winchester is living a plain, ordinary, and boring life. Until one day a new student shows up in the little town of Spain, SD. It’s love at first sight, but then an unimaginable tragedy happens, and Dean is left alone in his misery. Or is he a student attending Oxford University on a full athletic scholarship who finds a familiar face in his coxswain? Or is he hiking in the desert and attempting to save a known stranger? Or is he a traveler who stops for the night at a cheap motel and finds the pizza man of his dreams? Or is he none of those things? Just an unwitting victim of fate and destiny?

Castiel had led the assault on hell, in order to save the righteous man and prevent the first seal of the apocalypse from being broken, lest hell should be allowed to reign on earth. In the aftermath of his disastrous mission, he is being held captive by Alastair, and his image is being used in a final, determined attempt to break Dean.

But the profound bond that Castiel feels towards the pure soul won’t allow him to go down without a fight, and he makes a desperate prayer to his very old friend to set in motion a chain of events that might save him and his beloved mortal, or possibly, doom them for all eternity.

More coming soon…

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fedorah-the-explorah · 7 months

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The Double Agent Caper: Chapter Three

"Great !" She said, "That is fan-fucking-tastic ! Exactly what I wanted to do with my life--! Nanny a grown ass woman that I never even liked. So awesome! "

She laughed, high-pitched and shrill. "You know, if you asked me-- " "No one's asking." "Well I'm telling," She snapped, "She's been ruining everything since the day they let her enroll . And sure, she's on our side now, but she's causing whole new problems! Besides! Look at her! She's a miserable, pathetic mess. Honestly, at this point, it'd be a mercy to her to just--"

"--Shut up, Sheena!"

#carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego #player carmen sandiego #season 4 au #suzie's aus

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whims-of-a-star · 3 months

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Take Care of Sammy

tw: Non-consensual drug use, restraints, dark Dean Winchester

There is something to be said about the love Dean has for his little brother. About the devotion, the care, the lengths Dean will go to for Sam, to keep him safe.

No matter what.

Even if it meant the clothes off his back, the last portion of food in the ratty motel cupboards, or going to Hell.

Even if it meant resorting to... extreme measures.

"D'n…wha'…" Sam slurs out, tugging fruitlessly at the cuffs around his wrists, keeping him restrained against the bed. "D'n?"

Dean steps closer to the limp form of his brother, reaching a hand out to gently smooth a stray lock of hair on Sam's forehead. Sam on the bed like this, blankets tucked up to his chin and staring up at him with a dazed look in his eyes reminds Dean of a time way back before everything, before Sam left for Stanford, when it was just the two of them in a motel room and Dad was away on a hunt.

Sam had been sick and Dean had been taking care of him, feeding medicine that Sam didn't want.

"It's for your own good, Sammy," Dean cajoled, the spoonful of medication hovering close to Sam's pouting lips. His patience was running thin and concern was almost overflowing from his chest. Sam's fever was only getting worse the longer he didn't take the medication.

"But it tastes so gross!" Sam whined, shaking his head and turning away. Despite Dean's attempts, Sam had refused to take it.

In the end, Dean managed to force it down his throat. And while Sam was miffed and annoyed at him, giving Dean the silent treatment days after he recovered, he eventually conceded that it helped the sickness, forgiving him for the rough treatment.

"D'n?" Sam whimpers again, still out of it as his head lolls this way and that on the cushions stuffed under his head. "Wha' did…whaddid you…" The cuffs jingle and clang against each other as Sam sluggishly attempts to move his wrists.

"It's for your own good, Sammy," Dean says, the fond frown on his face a facsimile of younger days.

When Dean had found the door to the panic room wide open, he panicked. Pun not intended. But he managed to get to where Sammy was staying before Ruby came and grab Sam, applying a heavy sedative that had his little brother drop like a rock in a couple seconds.

He'd brought Sam to another motel far, far away from their original location, far away from wherever Sam was going to get to Lilith. Cuffing his little brother's wrists, attaching each to their respective bed post while making sure to stuff some cloth in between metal and skin for Sam's comfort.

Then, about a half an hour before the original sedative's effects wore off, he poured a healthy dose of rohypnol down Sam's throat.

There's traces of fear and betrayal in Sam's hazel eyes.

Dean ruffles Sam's girly hair, in some form of comfort or reassurance. "You'll be okay, little brother." Determination is clear in his voice, and Sam trembles minutely under his touch. "I'll save you."

There's bottles of demon blood in the cupboards on the room.

The key is not to quit cold turkey. And Dean's not going to leave him alone this time.

Take care of Sammy.

Yes, sir.

#drabbles #gencest #dark dean winchester #season 4 spoilers #season 4 au #spn 4.21 #non-con drug use

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 1 month

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I'm having a lot of fun with how I'm writing the Ten/Martha/Riley dynamic into the future because it's basically the inverse of Ten's whole you can spend the rest of your life with me but I can't spend the rest of mine with you because Martha and Riley build a life here in the present and Ten/Eleven/future doctors get to go off on their adventures with their friends, spending years apart from Martha/Riley, but always get to return to Martha/Riley in the present. They have a home to return to over the years (and yes, they do occasionally go on adventures with Martha/Riley but that's besides the point). The Doctor gets to stretch his own life in his own time but makes sure to always come back in the right order for Martha/Riley so he gets to match his life to theirs. Gets to have a life with them, a place to return to when things get rough or when things are happy. Occasionally they get dragged into shit on Earth (Ala this version of Journey's End) but for the most part they all get to be happier together and they don't even need immortality to do it.

#ten x martha x riley #martha jones #tenth doctor #riley Vashtee #aletterinthenameofsanity #my fics #fanfic #doctor who #ao3 #listen their weird little time-travel-enabled long-distance relationship compells me so much #this is how you give the doctor a relationship without another immortal that isn’t tragic #also ngl i want to see martha and riley invited to amy and rory's wedding #i want to see them show up to visit twelve at the university with bill #tenmartha #season 4 au #ten x riley #martha x riley #ot3 of my hearts

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bunysliper · 2 years

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Castle Ficlet: Change What You See 1/1

Change What You See

"Oh wow."

Kate sways a little, wiggling her toes in the lush grass. After months of walking this path to get her strength back – sometimes barely dragging herself from one side of the lake to the other – it's nice to see what he's seeing, to appreciate it anew the way he is.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Her hand tightens on his forearm when he turns too-honest eyes to her. He's been careful with her since he arrived, holding back and following her lead – however winding it may be. But now… basking in the pastel of the sunset, he's telling her more than he probably means to be.

"Yeah," Castle agrees after a moment, licking his lips. He looks away, lifting his gaze to the sky once more. "It is."

They both know he's not talking about the sunset, though she has no idea how he can look at her – wiped out after less than an hour of walking and still too-thin, but getting there – and be able to compare it to the gorgeous, soft pinks, oranges, and purples they're watching turn the sky. She wants to believe it to be true, wants to be able to return that confidence.

"Come on, Castle," she murmurs, licking her lips and looking away, knowing he's seen too much from her as well. "Let's sit."

She gives his arm a little tug, pulling him toward the bank of Adirondack chairs her father leaves out for most of the year – four, even though they've never needed nearly that many – where they can rest and stay together a little longer.

#Fluffy Friday #Castle Fanfic #Castle Fanfiction #Caskett #Caskett Fanfic #My Fanfic #Season 4 AU #Season 3 AU #Castle AU Fic #Picture Prompt

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 year

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I went through the mpreg!blaine tag but wasn’t able to find what I was looking for. I read it a bit ago but now I can’t find it anywhere. I think it was on AO3 but I’m not sure. Blaine and Kurt and broken up when blaine finds out he’s pregnant and he keeps it a secret from everyone until the day he gives birth

This is a trope I rarely read. Could it possibly be this one? - HKVoyage

Baby Mine (Be My Baby) by anythingbutplatonic

Summary: Just weeks after he confessed to cheating when Kurt left for New York, Blaine discovers he’s pregnant. There’s no doubt in his mind that the baby is Kurt’s, but there’s no way anyone can know. Distraught after the break-up and afraid of being judged if anyone finds out, he decides to hide his pregnancy….until he can’t anymore. AU, obviously.

Warnings: Angst, suggestions of depression/depressive thoughts, graphic descriptions of labour and childbirth. MPREG!BLAINE

#klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #anonymous #Season 4 AU #mpreg!Blaine #reunited!klaine

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symbioticsimplicity · 1 year

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I started a Harringroveson fic. I can’t help myself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42966987/chapters/107953806

Technically it’s going to be a season 4 overhaul fix it fic because I also have no fucking chill in my entire body.

#harringroveson #stranger things #my fic stuff #season 4 AU #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #come scream with me yall

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theladycarpathia · 2 years

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Help me hold on to you

“Chrissy!” he shouts and cradles her frozen face in his hands. Her skin is cold underneath his fingers and if she weren’t still standing upright, he could almost believe that she was dead.

He had only half believed her in the woods.

“Okay, Chrissy, I definitely believe you now,” he says desperately, as the lights flickering on and off send the room into a creepy half light. His fingers dig into Chrissy’s shoulders so hard that it must be hurting her but she still doesn’t wake. “Okay, I’m really sorry if you felt that I was humoring you or anything but I was definitely wrong. I fully believe that you are in some deep shit and I will run through the next basketball game stark naked if you just wake up and look at me now!”

But she doesn’t and dread trickles down Eddie’s spine like someone’s unwanted, grasping fingers.

“Is something going on?” She starts, like she hadn’t expected the question and he has to wonder if anyone ever actually asks her that. Because she’s Chrissy Cunningham. Head Cheerleader. Beloved by all. Has no one ever asked her?

“I’m fine,” she insists, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. It’s a good fake, well practiced. She must pull it out like a favorite pair of shoes, for her parents, her friends, her boyfriend. Maybe there’s something wrong with Eddie because it’s all too easy to see through it.

“Uh huh,” he says flatly and flips the lid on the lunchbox shut. “So you…just woke up with a sudden burning need for hard drugs one day?” He spreads his hands wide, palms open, clearly not buying it. “People don’t just do that. They need them, you see. To make life a little bit easier. A little bit fuzzier. To make it all just…go away.”

Chrissy fidgets, tugging the sleeves on her jacket further down over her hands. The expression from earlier is back, desperation written all over her face.

“Seriously,” Eddie says and she flicks up huge blue eyes to meet him, finally. He thinks that no one ever asked but now, more than ever, she needs someone to. “Are you okay?”

The headaches he could believe. The nightmares, the nosebleeds…and when she’d said that she was seeing things, he’d only half believed her. He might play D&D but none of it is real. Not the ghosts, the zombies, the demo-gorgons…it’s all a game. That’s all.

But she was terrified. It was all over her, in every flinch, every breath. Something was scaring her and when a spider scuttled over her hand in the van, he had to whisk it away and assure her that it was real. He could see it too.

He shouldn’t have doubted her. Because Chrissy Cunningham is haunted. Something has been haunting this girl, dipping into her nightmares at night and making her fear her every waking moment.

“Chrissy, please!” he shouts and taps his open palm against her face. Fuck, fuck, nothing is working.

She can’t hear him.

So…what else can she hear?

He nearly slips as he pelts back to his room and digs in the drawer. Tapes tumble out in his haste as he yanks his walk-man free and hopes that whatever is in it will do. He doesn’t know what Chrissy listens to, doesn’t even remember what song she'd used for her routine back in middle school. But he is out of options and out of time.

There is no time left at all, because when he gets back to the living room he finds that he no longer towers over her. Instead, her sneakered feet just about graze the ground, toes inches away from the tattered carpet. Bile rising in his throat, Eddie desperately unwinds the wires and does his best not to drop everything to the floor.

She doesn’t react when he forcefully jams the headphones onto her ears and she doesn’t react even as he jabs furiously at the buttons. The music is so loud that even he can hear the thumping bass line, so it must be absolutely deafening to her.

For a moment there’s nothing to show that it’s working. She hangs there, in midair, a ghost in a cheerleading uniform. It’s simultaneously the most terrifying and most ethereal thing he’s ever seen; eyes rolled white a stark contrast against the black halo of wires around her head and down her neck, the striped green of her skirt brushing her knees and the tendrils of soft red against her ears.

When she drops, it’s like her strings have all been cut. He tries to catch her, but isn’t quite prepared for it and they both fall to the floor.

“Chrissy! Chrissy! What the hell is happening?” Eddie asks, over her terrified sobs. They’re both tangled in the walk-man wires, Eddie’s legs bent uncomfortably under him, and a strand of her ponytail has wound itself around a button on his jacket. But she’s Chrissy again.

“He’s coming for me,” she whimpers, hot tears leaking into Eddie’s Hellfire club t-shirt.

“Who’s coming for you?” Eddie asks, bewildered. The lights have come back, flooding the room with a solid glow. It just looks like his trailer again, normal, unhaunted, save for the girl crumpled against his chest. He rests a hand on her brilliant hair, unable to believe that it worked. “Chrissy? I don’t understand. Chrissy, who’s coming for you? Who is he?”

XXX Not entirely wild about this scene? It was really really hard to spin an existing scene and if I dip further into this Edissy AU, I may change it entirely.

I wrote a post season 4 for the mini Harringrove week which can be found here. But it kind of took over - like what could save Chrissy? Max told her friends, which ultimately saved her in Dear Billy. If Chrissy had told someone would things be different?

#edissy #hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #season 4 au #luna's season 4 au #edissy lives au #harringrove lives au #still plotting #still thinking #I think I'll be living in this world for a while #THE POTENTIAL #power couple eddie and chrissy #future harringrove #the first of many #excerpt from a possible fic?

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Steddie Notes Part 7

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

He’s looking up at the most beautiful face in the world, all hard-planed jaw beautiful moles sensual mouth. There are bloody fingerprints on the strong chin and agony warps those sharp features. Eddie loves this face more than anything, so if this is the last thing he sees before he dies, he can’t be mad. Except, he doesn’t understand why Steve is so unhappy. He tries to open his mouth, to ask what’s wrong, what happened, but he’s engulfed in a pain so acute, so mind contorting, that everything goes black.

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He sees two men holding each other. Crying? His ears are thick, stuffed with cotton, no sound penetrating. One of them moves, his face now visible, and Eddie’s heart contracts. Uncle Wayne.

Sound rushes in at the shock of seeing his uncle. His uncle crying. He can hear them now, Wayne’s partially stifled sobs, and a cracked, rough, wavering voice saying through tears, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I tried to keep him safe. I tried—"

“Shhh, my boy, you did your best. I know you did. You brought him back, Steve.”

“But he might—The doctors say—it’s all my fault, Wayne. I did this. I didn’t keep him safe.”

Eddie wants to yell, to get their attention. Can’t stand to see the two men he loves most in the world crying when he’s right here.

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Wayne, asleep with his arms crossed over his chest, in a plastic chair. And Steve—Steve still here, still with him, still waiting for him to wake up. Steve’s left hand twines with one of Eddie’s and he’s propped up just so that he can write and hold a notebook steady at the same time. That’s briefly confusing before he recognizes that it’s a black Composition Book, one of Eddie’s own with a dragon inked in red on the front.

He allows himself to watch Steve, admire the curve of his cheek, the sharpness of his jaw, the lovely moles and freckles across his skin (the nights Eddie spent thinking about kissing each and every one of those marks). His hair is deflated, falling limply over his forehead, but he’s still so beautiful, Eddie almost can’t take it.

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This time is different. He senses it immediately, his head less fuzzy, his fingers able to twitch. He’s like awake awake. There’s a tube in his throat, which fucking sucks, sort of hurts. He wants to claw it out, but that seems extreme.

He doesn’t see Wayne, but he’s not alone, his fingers twisted into someone’s hair, the silken fine strands soft against his palm. Eddie’s eyes drift down to find Steve, head cradled on his arms against the edge of the hospital bed, snoring gently. Eddie can’t stop himself from pressing the flat of his hand into the chestnut locks.

Eddie’s touch has Steve blinking sleepy hazel right before he springs to his feet, “Eddie??” he yelps. Eddie, for his part, opens his mouth to respond, remembers the tube down his throat, and settles for waving.

“Holy shit,” Steve says. He slams the “call” button, then says, “Fuck this, be right back,” and flees into the hall.

Later, when the doctors all leave, Eddie can’t stop the tears that slip free, but Steve is there, holding his hands, crawling into the narrow bed with him to hold him close until they fall asleep, Eddie’s head on Steve’s chest.

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A week later, Eddie wakes up in an empty room. He hasn’t been alone, even once, since regaining consciousness and he has a second of panic before he hears the soft murmur of Steve’s voice from just outside the door. It’s relaxing, and Eddie’s gaze falls to the shockingly blue sky out his window.

He's lucky, he knows. He lived, the murder charges were dropped, he found a group of people to call family.

And Steve. Even if they’re just friends. It’s okay. He’s okay with that. Steve saved his life, stayed by his side, gave Eddie the most love he’s ever had. And that’s good.

He’s so locked into his thoughts he doesn’t realize that Steve’s come back into the room until there’s a Hawkins General branded notepad and pen thumping into his lap.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

“Just thinking.”

“Good stuff?”

Eddie smiles as he writes. “Yeah.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Just that I’m lucky to have you as a friend.”

Steve’s face flushes a pretty pink and maybe Eddie takes it back, being okay with just friends.

“Best friends forever, right?”

It’s Eddie’s turn to blush. “As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then.”

He looks at Steve, then, at the flush of his face and the brightness of his eyes and wishes.

“Eds.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry.”

“No, I like it.”

“Steve,” he whispers. His heart’s going a mile a minute and Steve is looking at him, gazing at him, his whole fucking heart in those hazel eyes.

“I have something for you,” Steve says. It’s careful, like he’s afraid Eddie will spook. He pulls a crumpled sheet of paper from his jacket pocket, smoothing it out, handing it over.

Eddie looks at the note.

“You ever been in love?” it says.

“No, but I think I’m falling,” is the answer

“I love you, Eddie,” is the follow-up. It’s accompanied by an atrocious sketch of a sailor boy and a rockstar holding hands, little asymmetrical valentine’s hearts between them.

Eddie can’t help it, he laughs even as tears fill his eyes. His heart is all twisted up, his mind reeling. This can’t be real. How can this be real.

“Eds?” Steve asks. He’s nervous now, breathy, and oh, he really meant it.

Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

Jesus Christ.

“Stevie?” Eddie can’t quite get air into his lungs; he’s so overwhelmed with fondness. “Baby, I love you so much.”

Steve’s crying now. “I’m sorry it took me so long,” he writes.

“You took as much time as you needed, considering I thought you were straight.”

“Me too. Until you.”

“Come here?” Eddie shifts as far over in the hospital bed as he can. He has to have Steve close, has to touch him, has to make sure this is actually happening.

Steve climbs up, gentle in a way that only Steve Harrington can be, and Eddie curls into him, holding the man he loves as tight as he can.

“Can I say that I’m sorry?” Steve asks, mouth against Eddie’s ear.

“Again? I don’t think you have anything else to apologize for.”

“Kissing you that night.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow and Steve seems to catch the misstep, quickly says. “Oh, shit. No, I’m not sorry for the kiss, but for when it happened. You were upset and I thought it might help?”

Eddie giggles, can’t stop it, but cups a hand around the contours of Steve’s cheek.

“It did help. But mayyybe the circumstances weren’t the best.”

“That’s why I’m sorry.” His eyes flick to Eddie’s mouth. “You think I can make up for it now?”

“Please,” Eddie answers, can hardly get the words out, too shocked at how this is his life; that the boy he loves, loves him back.

One of Steve’s hands winds into the hair at the back of Eddie’s skull, and then they’re kissing, soft and slow, and he can’t think of anything aside from Steve Harrington’s gentle chapped lips and the stubble on his jaw and the way his mouth feels around Eddie’s tongue.

They pull apart after a couple of minutes, Eddie already feeling the strain on his battered body. Their foreheads rest against each other, still sharing air.

“I love you,” Eddie whispers.

“Love you more than anything, Eds,” Steve answers, his hold on Eddie tightening, like he'll never, ever let go.

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On a napkin from the Hideout, imprinted with the ring of a glass and half-formed song lyrics:

“What if we owned this place, Stevie? I’ve got ideas.”

“You want to?”

“Been thinking about it. As much as I’m shocked to admit it, we could have a life here. A good one, I think.”

“Whatever you want, babylove. Whatever makes you happy. You know I’ll go wherever you are.”

“Even if we stay in shitty old Hawkins?”

“Even then. Best friends forever, yeah?”

“God, you’re a dork, Harrington”

“The dork you’ve been in love with for three years.”

“I’m having second thoughts.”

“Like hell you are. You’re obsessed with me.”

It ends with a cheeky little sketch of a devil.

On a Hawkins Middle paystub for guidance counselor Steve Harrington:

“Wanna do the one-shot with us when the kids are home for Christmas?”

“Sure”

“What?”

“Sure. Sure says Steve Harrington like it’s nothing, like I haven’t asked you to play almost every week for YEARS.”

“Calm down, Munson. Let’s just say you wore me down.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“Paladin, do you think?”

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Hmm, what race, though? I want to be something cool.”

“Steve.”

“Huh?”

“Take your fucking clothes off right fucking now”

On a wedding invitation addressed to Steve and Eddie (return address Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair):

“Why didn’t you get more milk???”

“Oops, sorry, Stevie. Forgot”

“Well???’

“Oh, you want me to go now. Okay. Back soon.”

“Love you, Eds”

“Love you more, Stevie.”

On scattered bits of paper and detritus across the Munson household:

“Love you, baby”

“Love you more”

“Love you most”

“You’re everything, Munson.”

“Kiss me”

“Always”

“You’re beautiful, Steve Harrington. Can’t believe I get to have this.”

“Love you”

“Love you more”

(BONUS PART)

This is the end of the Steddie Notes saga (though there may be a Steddie Notes-verse surprise coming soon 😈) This part took longer than usual because I wanted to make it perfect. I hope you love it as much as I do!!! I'll be posting this on ao3 soon, if you want to check it out there too (I'll be adding back pieces I cut for length). Thank you all so much for sticking with me! It's been such a pleasure to write and share with you all! 💜💜💜

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i-prefer-west-side · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/ale-la-mora/177837626576?source=share prompt

POST-4x16 AU

She went upstairs an hour ago, so as Rick shuts off the lights and heads to his room, he doesn't expect to see Kate until the morning. So he doesn't expect to be surprised by her when he's in the shower.

He's never opposed to her initiating, of course, especially when she backs him against the wall and tugs his mouth down to hers. He buries his fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss, pouring his desire into the stroke of his tongue as he slides his hand down her body.

She hooks her leg around his thigh, and he curls his fingers behind her knee, lifts her leg higher as he turns them and pins her against the wall.

They're no strangers to near-death experiences, or to having sex afterwards, but between their near-drowning and near-assassination by his former-lover-and-muse-turned-Russian-sleeper-agent, they seem to have reached a breaking point that he didn't realize existed.

There's a desperation in her touch, in the way she moves against and around him, a desperation that he's all too familiar with. It doesn't take long for them both to shatter, their moans muffled by the water pouring over them. Even as the water grows cold they stay there, wrapped up in each other, her fingers digging into his back as if he's anchoring her.

"Stay," he rasps after he shuts off the water, his lips at her ear.

She lifts her head and looks at him, her bottom lip between her teeth and an unsure look in her eye. After several seconds, she nods. "Okay."

#castle fanfic #thirsty thursday #post-4x16 au #season 4 au

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supernaturalkickparty · 10 months

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Today's brain rot/hyperfixation is season 4 au where Ruby lives but only because she's pregnant and Sam's hiding it from Dean.

I'm not well I apologize.

#sam winchester #dean winchester #pregnancy mention #ruby 2.0 #season 4 au #the baby of course would be used as leverage #sam freaking the hell out because who knows what this means

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samanddean76 · 28 days

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Gabriel (Supernatural) Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Alastair (Supernatural), Lilith (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, John Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season four au, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Love, Rescue, Research, Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective Gabriel (Supernatural), Mental Anguish, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Castiel and Dean Winchester Falling in Love, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Constantine References, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester is Tortured in Hell, Dean Winchester's Soul, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Borrowed grace, Hell Is Never Going To Be The Same, First Time, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Eventual Happy Ending, Dean/Cas Pinefest 2024, Art by xfancyfranart Summary:

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