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dottie-wan-kenobi · 10 months
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Wei Wuxian leans his head against Lan Zhan's, closing his eyes in contentment. Lan Zhan is a heavy but comfortable weight, sitting slightly perpendicular in his lap so that no crushing is happening. The scent of sandalwood is the same as ever, filling Wei Wuxian's nose until he can smell nothing but his husband.
He remembers when they were younger. When Lan Zhan was, though perfect in every other way, still hesitant to "make" Wei Wuxian care for him the way he cared for Wei Wuxian. As if cuddling Lan Zhan has ever been, or will ever be, or could ever be in a hundred thousand years, a hardship.
There's a joke there that Wei Wuxian's not going to make, if only because they're not young anymore. And sitting in Lan Zhan's lap is their granddaughter, conked out after a long afternoon of having to deal with her baby brother crying his head off.
It's okay. He'll make the joke later, once the Jingshi is free of the rest of their family. For now, Wei Wuxian tightens his hold on his husband, rocking them side to side gently as Lan Zhan watches over their other grandchildren, playing by the lotus pond with their aunt and uncle. For now, he'll just exist in, and enjoy, this moment.
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softpadawan · 2 years
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So when Kanan finds Stray Catboy Ezra on the streets of Lothal (in Catboy AU #8392) and takes him in, Ezra doesn't speak for a long time. He adjusts to Kanan's presence after a couple weeks and relaxes, but he makes no kind of vocalizations all. Kanan is on the verge of hijacking a medical droid to find out if there's something wrong with the boy, but then one day he's jostled awake by this chirping, chattering, positively motormouth teenager who is pulling off his blankets and asking—between perfectly feline meows—for his breakfast, he's hungry, he wants fish and eggs and bacon and myeeaybe some waffles with butter, wake up wake up, Kaaayyynaaan, please please c'mon it's layyyte!
It comes and goes, the chattiness. Sometimes Kanan notices how quiet the ship is and gets up to go find out what Ezra's gotten into now (hopefully not trouble).
"Ezra? Where are you? Ezra?"
And Ezra comes pit-patting out of the vents or the overheads or some hidden corner, just waking up from a nap, and he's too bleary and happy to talk yet so all he does is just sing greetings to Kanan, and Kanan's heart just melts every single time
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cranberrymoons · 2 months
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prompt: "Don't go... please." (discord drabble) word count: 370 rated: m
you give me angsty dialogue prompts, i will make them fluff 😤 enjoy!
“Don’t go,” Eddie says, hand sliding over Steve’s hip. “Please?”
Steve feels his heart give a lazy thrum as he pauses on his way out of bed. He blinks. 
“You want me to stay?”
He’s not really a one night stand kind of guy for this exact reason. He always wants to linger, or for it to last, and then he ends up making himself sad when they finish what they came there to do and the other person starts giving him subtle cues to zip himself up and go home.
But Eddie had drawn him in when their eyes caught across the bar earlier, and Steve had thought – even if it does end up hurting in the end, it’s worth it for that smile. And he has a type, okay, that’s part of it, but there’s also this shine that seems to come off of Eddie that made him just – 
Eddie lets out a quiet laugh, turning his face to halfway hide it in the pillow. 
“You’re so far out of my league, I’m tempted to just tie you to the bed and never let you go.”
“I’m really not,” Steve says as he lets himself be drawn back into bed. Eddie eases him onto his back and slides over top of him, drawing his wrists over his head and bending to kiss a line down his neck. “I’m really not that great, just –”
“Just very hot,” Eddie says, rolling his hips. “And very sweet.” Steve gasps, feeling his cock twitch where it’s trapped between them. “And by some accident, very naked in my bed.” 
Steve tangles a hand in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head, pulling him back up into a kiss to drag teeth over his bottom lip and draw it into his mouth. Their tongues slide together and Steve feels his head start to spin, and he breaks away to take a shaky breath in. Eddie’s mouth moves to his jaw, biting a line back to his ear.
“Kind of want to keep it that way for a little longer,” he says in a low voice as he runs a hand down Steve’s side, shivery and light. “Unless you have somewhere else to be.”
[also on ao3]
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moraxsthrone · 9 months
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ever since kaeya's new skin got leaked i haven't been able to stop thinking about getting drunk w him while braiding each other's hair and painting each other's nails. don't tell me kaeya doesn't have a hair pulling kink bc if you pull on that braid while he's slamming into you, he has to bite your shoulder to keep from nutting, making you whine in pain as that breathy moan of his heats up your skin that's now wet with his drool.
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wynnyfryd · 1 year
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“Gonna call you a cicada when I make you scream all night,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s jaw.
Steve pulls back, a judgy little look on his judgy little face. “That was a lot more smooth in your head, wasn’t it?”
“…Yes, it was.”
“You know cicadas don’t even call all night, right? It’s only at dusk—”
“Okay, you can shut up and go back to making out with me now, thank you.”
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fidothefinch · 2 months
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“Hmm, too long.” The tech, Lisa, pinched the bulging satin at the back of Cass’s heel. “See this? It means the heel will slip off when you go up en pointe. I have something else though. . . “
Cass nodded, heart fluttering with nerves-excitement. While Lisa turned back to the wall of shelving, she slipped the pointe shoes off and packed them back up with reverence.
Bruce watched silently from another chair, learning just as much today as Cass was.
Lisa returned with three new boxes in tow. “Try these,” she said, passing one of them over. “They’re shorter, and the box is more tapered, so you’re less likely to sink into them when you go up.”
Cass opened the next box and adjusted her toe pad before pulling on the next pointe shoe. The slightly rough canvas on the inside gripped the tights-sock they had given her, and the tough frame of the “box” hugged the knuckles where her toes met her feet. She sat back, letting Lisa check, and with a nod of approval she stood.
It was odd, standing in pointe shoes. The bottoms were slightly beveled, making her ankles and feet work harder to keep balance.
“How does it feel?” Lisa asked.
“Good?” Cass shrugged, not looking up from her feet. Her toes barely touched the end of the shoe. Was that right?
“Okay.” Lisa seemed to study her feet a moment longer, before nodding to herself. “Step up, parallel.”
Cass followed her to the small barre and mirror at the end of the fitting room. Gently, she stepped up one foot, letting her weight fall down into her toes, then repeated with the other foot. It was a new sensation, but the box helped support her weight.
“Hmm,” Lisa said. “You’ve got a pretty high arch.”
Cass nodded. “Banana feet,” she offered. It’s what her ballet teacher had told her.
“The shank,” Lisa said, kneeling next to Cass and tapping the bottoms of her feet, “acts as extra support for the feet. This shoe has a flexible shank, which is what schools usually like for beginners. You may benefit from the support a harder shank can give.”
Cass nodded solemnly.
Bruce made a small sound, and Cass darted her eyes toward him in the mirror. “Something wrong?” she asked, suddenly concerned. She lowered her heels, and the pressure released off her toes was such an odd sensation.
Bruce shook his head quickly. “No.” His head tilted to the side, and his body language shifted to soft-love-proud. “You’re a ballerina,” he said.
Cass beamed. She stepped up again, finding her balance and lifting her arms up above her head. She had watched dancers on stage with awe. They were graceful, lighter than air, stronger than steel. Confident in every movement and gesture; the smallest details performed with intention.  Beautiful movement.
And she glowed, as she saw it in all herself.
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mosaickiwi · 24 days
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14DWY As a Drama AU
Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)
Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.
Cast List
[REDACTED]
🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles. 
🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.
🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.
🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection. 
🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.
🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.
🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)
 Angel (you!)
💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.
💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.
💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.
💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3
Elanor
💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them. 
💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.
💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.
💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.
💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.
💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?
Conan
💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)
💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.
💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.
Kiara
💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big. 
💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.
💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.
the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist
Moth
💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.
💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.
Leon
💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.
💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.
💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.
Teo
💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.
💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.
💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.
Jae
💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.
💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.
💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.
Violet
💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.
💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.
Exposition
(silly on set shenanigans)
🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.
🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.
🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it. 
🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”
🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?
🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.
The Build Up
📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.
📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.
📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.
📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.
The Climax
🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype. 
🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles. 
🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple. 
🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.
🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.
The End, Roll Credits
choose your own ending
Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star
💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.
💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.
💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.
💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.
Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try
💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.
💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.
💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.
💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?
Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset
💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.
💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.
💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.
💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.
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basilpaste · 2 months
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ohhmy god imagining how looping isa would act in act 5 ...ohhh nooooo
oh boy! i sure have um! thought about it!
i think his 'friend event' stuff would go very differently than sifs. so likewise, the results would be wildly different, too. the fallout! there sure would be some!
the way i handle isa looping is that he recognizes himself getting meaner, getting lost in it all. he sees the descent just like the audience does. and he tries to hold on to himself, how people see him, because what is he if not the friendly and stupid guy they all know him to be!
and then in act five, he gives up the act. not that it was ever totally an act. his friendliness has corroded away, leaving just the cold intelligence he tries so hard to hide.
hed also make it through the house the final time scarily efficiently, but in a different way than sif. brute force and calculating malice and he knows its wrong, the whole time he knows its wrong, but he just cant... stop. he needs to finish this. even if it costs him everything.
because he can always change!!! he can vanish and come back someone totally new!!!! his friends cant all do that, though!
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roguenancy · 1 year
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Steve is a romantic at heart. He always has been.
He loves big declarations of love and all their cheesy fixings. He’s the guy who used to thrive off giving girls his jackets to wear, always brought them flowers before dates and as apology gifts, and wasn’t above writing cheesy love notes and shoving them into girls' lockers for them to find later and discover just how much he’s been thinking about them since they parted an hour ago. There was a special kind of warmth he got from seeing girls paint their cheeks with his basketball number before games or roll up to school in homemade t-shirts designed to look like his baseball jersey. Steve always liked the attention, but he loved the subtle possessiveness of it all. The way it seemed to scream out loud how much he was treasured by someone, even without the use of words.
It's no surprise when he starts dating Nancy in the fall of his Junior year and immediately wants to give her his class ring when he gets it later in the year. He’s barely even worn it himself, but he doesn’t care because all he’s thought about for years is how it would feel to see a girl wearing his class ring—sporting him loudly and proudly for all the world to see. But while Steve is a romantic at heart, plucked right out of a John Hughes movie scene, Nancy isn’t. She doesn’t mean anything by it, of course; she just didn’t grow up the same Steve did, attached to the idea of one day getting to wear some guy's class ring to declare their steady status. She tries to humor him at first and makes an attempt to wear it because it is a big deal, and once upon a time, the concept would’ve made her smile. But the ring never fit her fingers, and when she tried to place it on a chain to wear around her neck, it felt like it was choking her. It didn’t help that the ring was big— loud and gaudy in a way that is the opposite of everything that Nancy, who prefers dainty jewelry and simple charms, enjoys.
Steve’s ring ends up hanging in her jewelry box, unworn. She apologizes profusely and means it. She wants to be able to wear it. She wants to want to. Steve laughs it off and tells her it doesn’t matter because, to some degree, it really doesn’t. But he’s lying when he says it doesn’t bother him, and then every day after, when he tells himself he doesn’t mind that it’s collecting dust in a box rather than being worn the way he had always hoped it would be.
Nancy gives it back to him in the fall of ’84. Steve decides he’s over the sentiment of big romantic gestures and tosses it on top of his dresser. When it begins to taunt him with his own lonesomeness, he shoves it in a drawer and vows never to think about it again. And he doesn’t… at least not for a few years.
It’s the spring of ’86 when Steve’s class ring finally sees the light of day again. He’s going through his stuff, trying to sort out old clothes to give away like his mother asked when he finds it shoved in a drawer of his dresser. He immediately puts it on and then laughs. He’s still laughing when Eddie walks, arms full of boxes, and demands to know what’s so funny.
Steve trades Eddie his class ring for the empty boxes, makes a comment about how ridiculous so much of “that shit” seems now, and turns his attention back to folding shirts in the hope that Eddie will never be able to see the level of hurt decorating his face. Eddie puts it on out of pure curiosity. It’s chunky and flashy and heavy in his palm, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s slid it on a free finger and joked about what a stereotypical meathead Steve was in high school.
“I can’t believe you actually bought one of these things.”
“What? Man, c’mon, everyone does.”
“Uh-uh, Stevie. Do you know how many bills would have to go unpaid for something like this?”
Eventually, the two of them get back on track and return to going through Steve’s clothes, and Eddie’s so distracted by ribbing Steve about his rainbow-colored polo-filled closet to remember to take the ring off. Steve notices it on Eddie’s hand, sharp gold and a sea of silver, and has to bite back a smile. And when Eddie goes to leave that night, he forgets to take it off and give it back, and Steve lets him because it doesn’t matter that Eddie said he found the ring ridiculous, that they aren’t even dating, that Eddie didn’t mean it like that and isn’t showing him off, or that his parents would be livid with him if they found out. None of it matters because the sight of it on Eddie’s hand matters more, and the fire it lit inside of Steve ran so hot and so deep that he doesn’t care if he ever gets it back so long as Eddie wears it. After all, it’s so much better than having it sit untouched inside a drawer.
Eddie never does give it back, either. He intends to, or at least that’s what he tells himself every night as he lies in bed, spinning it around between his fingers. And for a while, a part of him meant it when he said it, but eventually, the smiles got too hard to hold back whenever he looked down at his hand and saw that flash of gold with the tiger mascot and Hawkins on one side and a basketball and 1984 on the other. It’s cheesy, he knows. It’s silly and everything he swore he was against. It’s a bit pathetic, and he knows he should do better because Steve is his friend, and if he had any idea about how the ring made Eddie feel, he’d likely be upset or at least uncomfortable. But despite it, Eddie allows himself to indulge in it. Allows himself to wear it and forgets to give it back, and continues to pretend he means to.
Maybe it’s because it’s been a long, challenging year. Maybe it’s because Steve never asks for it back, even when he’s noticed it still taking up space on Eddie’s hand. Maybe it’s because it’s the first thing to make him this happy in a really long time. Whatever it is, it keeps the ring in Eddie’s company… right up until the point he’s back at school, and it’s a touch too obvious, and his feelings are getting too hard to ignore whenever he looks down at his hand and sees Steve’s class ring sitting there as if it belongs there. Eddie doesn’t want to give it back; some of him refuses, but he tries.
Steve makes a joke like he always does. Steve says it doesn’t matter that Eddie has had it all this time. Steve says it’s no big deal… And then Steve walks right out of Eddie’s house that night and forgets to take the ring with him. Eddie doesn’t know if it’s intentional or not, but he decides it’s enough for him. Enough that he’s going to allow himself to indulge for a little bit longer, so he puts it on his chain, tucked right alongside his guitar pick.
He wears it every day, tucked under his shirt, and learns to enjoy the slight weight of it against his chest. It makes him feel closer to Steve somehow and helps to remind him that even though he and Steve aren’t dating, Steve is real, and he is there, and he is a part of Eddie’s life now, even if it’s just as a ring on a chain hidden under layers of Hellfire shirts and band tees.
Eddie can’t help but find it fitting to have something of Steve’s be so close to his heart.
Steve mistakes the sudden absence of his ring on Eddie’s hand for Eddie having ditched it. The first time he notices it, he feels a part of his heart crack and wonders if Eddie can hear how it tears.
And just like all the times before, Steve tells himself it doesn’t matter. That he’s more upset over the loss of an expensive ring than the boy who’s no longer wearing it. He tries to remind himself that he and Eddie aren’t an item and never were, that Eddie never meant it like that, and that it was as much of a joke as anything else. He tells himself whatever he needs to get by. Whatever helps him fall asleep at night after he lays there, tossing and turning and clutching his chest to try to soothe the ache there. He tries not to think about the fact that it doesn’t help for long.
It's a surprise, to say the least, when Eddie stays over weeks later and Steve tosses him a shirt to change into before bed. Eddie changes right there in front of him and forgets that he’s wearing the ring around his neck because, at this point, it’s just sort of there, a part of him as much as his tattoos and scars are. Steve always tries not to stare at Eddie, and he’s successful at least half of the time, but the sight of the ring around Eddie’s neck fails him more than any flash of skin ever has.
Steve’s still staring when Eddie turns back around. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, something Eddie can’t put a name to but knows it’s responsible for the shiver that runs down his spine. His cheeks are a little red, the slightest flush that makes Eddie want to grab him and pull him close and see just how much redder he can get. It makes it hard for Eddie to think, being under such a scrutinizing look from Steve. It makes it hard to talk, so he mumbles out a question, chokes on a bitten laugh, and tries to ask if Steve’s okay.
“You’re still wearing it,” is the reply Eddie gets, and not at all the one he expects.
It takes Eddie longer than he likes to realize what Steve’s even talking about, and suddenly, the necklace feels like a noose around his neck. He’s embarrassed, shy, and worried. He has no idea what Steve is going to say or how he’s going to react. He’s a good guy, and Eddie knows it, but some things are too much for some people, and it’s not like this choice is anything close to subtle on Eddie’s part.
Steve will know what it means. Steve probably had a hundred girls lining up trying to wear his ring just like this throughout high school. Steve will be able to see right through him.
And Steve does.
Steve reads him like a book and finishes the story long before Eddie can even form a response.
Eddie’s fear jumps into his throat when Steve crosses the room in three strides and stops right in front of him. Eddie holds his breath and prepares for a shove, a hit, a curse out. Eddie tries to memorize the feeling of Steve’s ring where rests against his chest, heavy and comforting as it hangs around his neck. Eddie prepares for the worst, recounts every exit in the Harrington’s house, and plans the final goodbye in his head.
Eddie freezes when Steve’s hand raises to wrap itself around the chain on his neck.
Eddie is surprised when Steve tugs on the chain, not to yank it off but to pull Eddie closer to him.
Eddie melts when Steve places his free hand on the side of his cheek and leans in, smashing their lips together in a flurry of passion.
It’s messy and far from perfect. Their noses are crammed together awkwardly, and their teeth clash in a way that makes them both wince. It’s a little sloppy and a lot desperate, but it’s still better than everything either of them has imagined. And when it finally comes to an end, when they pull apart, panting and pressing their foreheads together, there’s only one thing Steve says:
“You’re wearing it.”
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lemonwrap · 5 months
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Imagine: Winter Soldier AU where Soap is the Winter Soldier.
SPOILERS FOR MWIII BELOW!
Makarov doesn’t kill Soap, he captures and escapes with him. The 141 try their hardest to track their beloved Soap down, but it proves impossible, and Soap is considered MIA.
Until a brainwashed soldier, conditioned to kill and obey orders, is sent after them.
But it’s not just any soldier. It’s Soap.
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itty-bitty-sunshine · 4 months
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Immortal au drabble, about 766 words, no warnings
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You've never been too close to the human staff in the pizzaplex, save for Sean who made the dayshift security around, and a few of the other animatronic handlers who you talked to every once in a while to come up together with improvement suggestions.
Humans were exhausting, and you were here for the animatronics anyway, so it worked out.
That said, you were still polite to everyone else, of course. This place was the depths of the pits of hell you willingly walked into, but that wasn't the same for them. They put up with stuff for the pay, and you didn't need to make things harder for them.
So like that, you always greeted Vanessa with a small smile at the start of her shift. Although not friends, you would sometimes ask how she was doing whenever you two happened to bump into each other. You never got a detailed answer, but the small talk was there, and it was enough. You made it a point to get her sundrops and fizzy faz when she looked particularly tired — can't have security failing on you, after all.
When she started acting strange, you didn't confront her too hard about it. Everyone noticed how avoidant she had become, barely talking to people if she could help it, looking as tense as it could be. You asked if she was okay, and reminded her to take breaks, but at the end of the day it wasn't your business. People go through lows in life, it's something as common as breathing. You didn't think too much of it.
And then Moon caught the virus.
You became too busy trying to get rid of it and avoiding other people getting hurt or noticing to look into every detail about it like you'd have liked to. No matter how experienced you are, you never had to deal with a glitchy murder robot before. It's been a while since anything in your life had been this much trial and error and yet you still hadn't managed to get rid of it even after turning his whole systems upside down a million times.
You noticed the way it tried to lure kids away.
You never allowed it.
You tamed it enough you could finally start looking for the source when you stayed overtime.
Why the [faz] was there a furry walking around after hours was completely beyond you. You had a headache whenever that bunny thing was near. Vanessa proved you something was wrong when she tried to make you think you were going insane from lack of sleep, that there was no rabbit, and the staff bots would have alerted her if there was. You may be severely sleep deprived, but you know what you saw.
Of course, you didn't tell her until you had snooped into everything you possibly could, every inch of this damned place. You know better than to leave your issues into human's hands.
It didn't take a genius to put the dots together after observing enough — well, not that you understood why Vanessa made it a hobby to walk around ominously in a fursuit, but you knew who was at fault for the things you went through.
You wish you could've said you had seen it coming on her being the culprit.
You did see it coming when she tried to kill you for knowing too much, though. Well, not like she managed to make more than a small cut on you, but you won't forget the dread on her face when you greeted her with your usual cheerful smile the next day, not a single scratch on you as if nothing had happened, making her question her whole sanity. Serves her right, even if you had to be more careful after that, least you want that scum to find you out.
You hate hurting people, for they are fragile and weaker than you. Twisting them wrong enough can ruin their bodies for the rest of their lives, and unlike you, they only have one.
You would have killed her on the spot for putting Moon and Sun in harms way, though.
Lucky for her, you need her alive to find a way to get this done with once and for all.
(Lucky for her, too, you had close experience with someone who had been mind controlled like her. You reminded yourself time and time again how it wasn't Moon's fault, so you choose to be merciful to her. You won't be as nice if there's a next time, though. You made sure she understood it.)
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dottie-wan-kenobi · 8 months
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It had been so long since Qingheng-jun had last seen his younger son that, upon meeting him again, he was filled with an unfortunate thought: he couldn’t recognize Wangji as anything more than an unknown Lan disciple.
Well. Perhaps that was not true. Wangji looked like Xichen, and Qingheng-jun had had to interact with his heir in more recent times. But if not for those moments, he would not be able to recognize either.
This did not particularly bother him. He knew his lot in life, the consequences of what he and Xiuqin had done. His sons were strangers to him; this was simply a fact.
However, though he didn’t know them, he had believed he understood his brother and the way the boys would be raised. From what he remembered of Wangji, the only behavior issue he ever had was refusing to sleep in his own bed at night without Xichen there to lull him to rest.
(Distantly, Qingheng-jun recalled that Qiren had told him of other broken rules after that incident, things that Qiren had deemed important enough to inform him of. The details were hazy now.)
Beheading sect heirs—beheading anyone, really—was not something he had believed Wangji capable of. His sons were well-behaved and had never had an emergency bad enough to warrant Qingheng-jun’s attention since the moment they were born.
As such, when a disciple disrupted his seclusion claiming that Qiren needed to see him urgently, Qingheng-jun had said no. When it was explained to him it was an issue with one of his sons, he’d attempted to dismiss the boy. Finally, when Xichen ran up—and yes, he had run, wearing robes flecked in blood, fear and confusion in his eyes—Qingheng-jun had agreed to come.
Now he understood. And looking at Wangji, kneeling nonchalantly while elders and disciples ran about in a panic, no remorse in his eyes, his clothing and skin still bloody from beheading Wen Chao in a room full of guest disciples—Qingheng-jun sighed.
He supposed they should have expected this. Wangji had always been Xiuqin’s boy, after all.
Wangji turned his cold gaze onto Qingheng-jun then.
Yes, Qingheng-jun thought, well familiar with the hatred he saw there. Just like her.
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angeart · 9 months
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it’s another life game and turns out, this time they’re linked to someone.
they share pain, life, fate. hearts connected, there’s no other word for it but soulmate.
scar doesn't look for his soulmate. he watches other people find each other, and he remembers how it was in last life. it's a bit too fresh. he thinks he doesn't need a soulmate. or maybe he doesn't deserve one. maybe he doesn't have one? it's wretched. maybe he just needs to find something that makes him happy instead.
 so he chases after an allay and finds his way to cute jellie pandas.
 grian. grian looks at scar in that lake and he doesn't yell nooooo
he just stares, shocked and transfixed. he isn't sure what this means. why is this happening? why is scar bound to him? and why is-
why is it so hard to tell him? why can't scar just notice? why isn't he paying attention, why isn't he searching?
 grian watches scar's back as scar bounces away from him, oblivious.
 and grian thinks it's okay. it hurts, he's insane with worry, but he's biting it down. he gets to build something safe. a food source. something to help them survive.
 because they're a them—a we—even if scar doesn't realise yet.
 grian goes to find him. he finds him surrounded by pandas, and... he needs to tell him.
he needs to tell him, but the words are hard to say. they sound cheesy. they sound false.
maybe he needs to prove it instead. have something to show so that scar can understand.
 so he hurts himself.
he hurts himself to show scar and-
 no, that's not right.
 he hurts scar.
 no.
 he hurts both of them, efficiently in one go.
he's good at that.
 but scar isn't paying attention.
it keeps fraying and straying from grian and-
 scar, please.
 grian does it again.
he does it again, knowing what's coming, familiarising himself with the pain that travels through the invisible bond.
 he does it, and scar is looking this time, and-
 "oh."
 they stare at each other.
 grian's heart beats wildly in his chest. he doesn't know what to expect now.
in one lifetime, he killed scar. in another, he isolated him.
he doesn't want to do those things anymore.
 this time, they die together.
this time, there's no hurting one without hurting the other.
this time...
 this time, grian thinks and holds onto it like a lifeline.
 he wants to do better.
 "it's you," scar breathes out finally, disbelieving tone sneaking into his words.
 "it's me," grian confirms, queasy, his words wobbly around the edges.
 he has apologies he wants to say.
they don't make it out.
 but scar doesn't need them.
 scar steps forward and gingerly touches grian's jaw, fingertips sliding up to his cheek. his fingers are warm, fingertips pulsating slightly with rapid heartbeat. "it's us," scar corrects both of them, easily, as if everything just slotted together without a fight, without a struggle, without the burdens of previous lives and pain and trauma.
 "it's us," grian repeats, a little bit choked. he closes his eyes and leans into scar's touch. "we'll get through it together this time," he promises. no deathmatch. no abandoning each other. they're in this together.
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cranberrymoons · 7 months
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howdy sailor
prompt: closet (discord drabble)
Steve’s laying on the couch, half-heartedly watching some episode of some show he’s seen something like a hundred times at this point, which he’s only really half paying attention to, when his phone chimes. He glances down, tabs over to the app.
howdy sailor
He smiles. The photo of him in his Halloween costume from a couple years ago, which Robin had all but forced him to include on his profile.
I think it’s actually supposed to be “ahoy” 
The bubble of the guy's reply appears, then disappears, then reappears, then:
hi ahoy, i’m eddie
Steve laughs in spite of himself, sitting up straighter on the couch.
I'm Steve
He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip as he stares at the screen, waiting for the response. It doesn't come right away, and he flips over to the guy's profile, swiping through his photos. He's good looking and tall, with dark hair and dark clothes and dark painted nails and a dark pair of boots that he's wearing in every photo except one, in which he's standing on a beach in a tiny... tiny pair of bright red shorts.
Steve stares, opens the photo, zooms in... He gets another message and flips back over to the conversation, and –
sailor steve, please lie and tell me you're wearing that costume right now
Steve raises his eyebrows. He probably still has it somewhere, but –
Only if you lie and tell me you're wearing the swim shorts
There's a brief pause, then,
deal. want to meet on the high seas for a drink, i'll bring the life preservers?
Steve smiles to himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers. He glances back up at the TV, then at the time on his phone. It's only 6 o clock. It's not like he's got anything better going on tonight. Maybe just one?
Yes to a drink... but let's start off on land first before we set sail?
It's – is it too cheesy? It's definitely too cheesy.
He almost deletes it, then he glances back up at the start of their conversation, which literally began with a dad joke, and – he hits send.
An hour later, he's in a bar listening to the hottest man he's ever seen talk passionately about... dragons? Elves?
Something, something, he has no idea, but – he might have to dig that costume out of the back of his closet after all.
[also on ao3]
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lowpolyshadow · 1 year
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you made me, and i love you
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This is a dream, Shadow thinks, but he cannot bring himself to move.
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xhanisai · 9 months
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hey lads if you’re not gonna comment on a fic you enjoyed, at least leave a kudos man
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