“Ha ha,” Eddie chuckles awkwardly, “no I’m good I think, it’s no big deal—”
“We are not leaving you with beer in your bloodstream—”
“It’s alcoholic! It’ll be fine! People used to use it as an antisceptic! Actually, did you know that—”
“Eddie.” Steve stands up and frowns slightly, puts his hands on his hips, and he looks like such a fucking dad and that should not be so attractive. “You are going in the bath. We are going to get you cleaned up so you don’t get—freaking—sepsis, or something.”
“He’s the master of all you nerds here in this basement. Down to fifty-one minutes now, by the way.”
And that's a good point, so Eddie straightens and claps his hands forcefully. "Alright, my loyal subjects, you heard the paragon of jocks! Return thine attention to me, King of the Nerds, or perish."
🍼 This is such a funny spin on the taking care of a fake baby plot, I live for it
Hehe yes!! This one is going to be a combo of silly and sweet as the boys bicker, but try their best:
Eddie stirs from his sleep to find Steve dozed off, leaning back against the headboard, mouth agape and quietly snoring. He looks adorable still in his glasses, now crooked from his awkward sleeping position, where he holds Bethany safe in his arms.
“Steve,” Eddie whispers.
Steve’s bleary eyes snap open, startled he bolts upright.
Hi hi @augustjustice. So this is still a relatively new AU of mine and while I have the basics of what I want to happen, the majority of the, plot?, story?, story, is still kind of unraveling for me, so while this snippet might end up in the final draft, still unsure how much of this AU I'm actually going to make an AU. But well, here's the snippet:
Jake meets him on a random chilly, Wednesday night. It'd be an otherwise unremarkable night, except for the sever chill for a Texas summer night. But maybe that's what made it, him, stand out so much in his mind's eye.
Regardless of whatever it is, or was, Jake knows the minute he shakes hands with Bradley Bradshaw, that his life will never be the same.
Knows it down to the marrow in his bones as he feels a zip of other dance along his spine the moment their skin touches.
Hi! I'm on the hunt for a specific fic I read ages ago, and I thought you (or someone following) might be able to point me in the right direction. It was a fic from Rodney's perspective, but John was in some kind of loop where he kept dimension hopping, and alternate Johns would show up at the OG Atlantis. I remember very specifically that there was a fem!Shep, bug!Shep, and one Sheppard who was married to fem!Rodney (Meredith) on their earth. Thanks so much!
I’m pretty sure you’re looking for the Parallels ‘Verse, of which the first fic is Taking the Long Road Home.
If it’s not, please send me another message to let me know!
Steve flicks the lights off in the main area on the way, shuts the door behind Eddie, and Eddie is about to say something clever, he swears, but Steve is right there again, not pressing Eddie up against the dark wood of the break room door, but not not doing that. Eddie’s not held in place physically, but Steve is right there leaning over Eddie, his wide palm over Eddie’s shoulder close enough to feel the warmth of his wrist radiating next to his cheek.
Eddie feels strangely small, Steve leaning into Eddie’s space and—and protective, in a way. Or he feels protected, at least. Which is a little weird, but not that weird, all things told.
Lucky you, I wanted to get to the NSFW bits so you're getting a bit of a longer snippet so I can actually... get there 😂 Partially below the cut for that reason!
“Well, it’s your lucky day, Stevie,” Kas says with a smirk. The vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles begin to rustle slightly, creeping their way up Steve’s forearms, around his calves beneath his jeans inch by bare inch, even more cold, dead vines wrapping their way under the hem of his polo and around his waist, restraining Steve more and more with nothing at all to do about it. “I’m here to give you exactly what you want.”
“Please, Eddie—Kas—this isn’t you,” Steve pleads as the vines get higher. They’re up to his biceps now, teasing under the armholes, wrapped tightly around his skin; up to the thin skin of his inner thighs, squeezing indulgently, pressing them open regardless of how Steve resists.
Kas cackles a bit, standing up and walking around Steve’s body to look at him straight on, gaze admiring and shameless as it rakes over the bulges of the vines starting to tear Steve’s jeans from the inside. Slowly, as it’s been this whole time, but purposefully.
“Oh, Steve,” Kas says. “This is the most me I’ve ever been.”
As one, the vines ripple, and Steve’s clothing is nothing more than shreds on the forest floor.
Youuuu got it! Some scribbles for Winter Exchange:
And some words for Rain or Shine! They're... a bit nsfw, so below the cut haha
Eddie’s jaw drops and he lets himself look at Steve. “Well—how do I know you don’t—” He can’t even finish the thought, his eyes dipping down to the forbidden zone of—of the shadow, the shape of Steve’s dick in his underpants, god he can see everything, he’s—he’s—
He’s cut, and Eddie is never going to be able to think about anything else ever again.
“Dude, seriously, why are you being so weird about this? Just drop them, get in the bath, we can get you clean, alright?” He pauses, thinking. “If you’re really so uncomfortable, I’ll stop pushing. But—Eddie.” Another pause, this one longer, as Steve looks at Eddie, at the bathwater slowly cooling, back at Eddie. Specifically, at Eddie’s boxers. The hands he’s holding over his crotch probably aren’t helping, but Eddie is not moving them.
