#maybe I'll do a couple more prompts whenever I find the time

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Bruno Week Day 3: Another decade

"Who? Bucciarati? Yeah, he quited Passione. How long ago you say? Like, years ago, I dunno. Yeah, I heard he had a kid. Crazy, right? Hope things are going well for him."

#brunoweek2023 #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #as you can see I post whenever I can #drew this one in class and almost cried #he deserves the world #maybe I'll do a couple more prompts whenever I find the time #better late than never I guess

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Cul-de-Sac

Title: Cul-de-Sac Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Reader Prompt: 2. "We could settle down somewhere boring, get a few dogs, maybe make some friends with kids to babysit." "That sounds nice." NR WC: 1048

Charlotte was no stranger to waking up in a hotel room bed. Generally, the room was booked for her, but this morning was a welcome exception. Y/n had been a presence Charlotte knew would never be constant in her life, and yet, Charlotte had still fallen for her. Y/n's last fight had been such a monumental win, she had decided to take Charlotte with her on the post-fight vacation. It was one thing for Charlotte to have Y/n staying over at her place for one or two weekends out of the year, but this had been a nearly four month long trip. There was something else about this that felt off to Charlotte, but she wasn't going to mention it if Y/n didn't first. The last thing she wanted was to ruin their fun and leave a bad taste in Y/n's mouth.

"Don't you dare get out of this bed yet," Y/n muttered, slightly muffled by her pillow. Charlotte turned her back to face Y/n, who still looked fast asleep despite her attempt at keeping Charlotte in bed. Charlotte would have loved nothing more than to stay in bed with Y/n all day, but she had to think about her return to the ring. It had been a long time and Charlotte was antsy to get back into action. Just like she was certain that Y/n wanted to get back in the boxing ring. The two of them understood the constant need for a fight, even if their ways of fighting were vastly different.

"I need to make a couple of calls, I'll be back, I promise," Charlotte said as she leaned down to press a kiss to Y/n's cheek. Y/n whined and moaned as Charlotte got up to type up an email to Hunter about the end of her trip. It hadn't taken her more than maybe five minutes, but it was long enough for Y/n to wake up enough to be sitting up in bed. "Good morning sunshine."

"You could have done that in bed," Y/n pointed out as she pulled Charlotte into bed. Charlotte laid across the mattress with her head in Y/n's lap and her legs hanging off of the side. Charlotte shrugged as she reached up to caress Y/n's face. Y/n leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Charlotte's forehead before settling back against the pillows.

"This is nice. Confusing, but nice," Charlotte said nonchalantly. It sounded less like something she had meant to say and more like she had just been thinking out loud. Y/n's brows furrowed as she tried to decipher what Charlotte meant. Similar thoughts had drifted into Y/n's mind a time or two, but Y/n couldn't be certain that Charlotte actually wanted the same thing. Charlotte had never seemed unhappy with their arrangement, occasionally even pushing Y/n away a time or two whenever they had gotten too comfortable around each other.

"What do you mean?" Y/n questioned. Charlotte took a deep breath as she mulled over her thoughts. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Y/n. Charlotte slowly sat herself up and scooted over enough that she was sitting across from Y/n on the bed. This felt like a conversation best had face to face, even if it ultimately was to go absolutely nowhere. Y/n was different from anybody that Charlotte had ever met before. She had forced Charlotte to adapt to situations and accept truths about herself that Charlotte had never even considered before. The cookie-cutter life that Charlotte had once assumed she would have had gone right out the window the moment that Charlotte met Y/n, and maybe Charlotte wasn't so upset over losing something she never really had in the first place.

"All my life I thought I'd get married to some nice guy, find a house in some gated community full of other families, pop out a couple of kids for my parents to absolutely spoil, and that was sort of it. Now, I don't know what to do. I've tried to find someone else, but they don't make me feel the same way that you do. At first, I thought it was just that you're exciting, but the moments like these, they're the ones that I keep going back to. Don't get me wrong, the sex and extravagance is great, but I like these moments when it's just the two of us even better." Charlotte laid everything out for Y/n in a way that she hadn't done before. Charlotte stared at Y/n as patiently as she could while Y/n processed everything Charlotte told her. Each second that passed felt like torture to Charlotte, whose confidence in her admission had begun to falter.

"You don't have to give all that up just for me," Y/n said carefully. She could see Charlotte's expression change from one of indifference to one of sadness quickly. "We could settle down somewhere boring, get a few dogs, maybe make some friends with kids to babysit."

"That sounds nice, but how would we do it with both of our schedules?" Charlotte wanted her happy ending more than anything, but she wasn't sure how it fit into their lives at the moment.

"I haven't told anybody else this yet, but my next fight will be my last. Boxing has been good to me, but every good thing must come to an end. You told me that I have to listen to my body, and it's telling me that if I want to enjoy whatever time I've got left, I should stop soon. It's scary not knowing what I'll be doing with my life, but I could do with being a WWE Superstar's trophy wife," Y/n said. Charlotte smiled as she leaned forward, just close enough to almost kiss Y/n.

"I never said anything about marriage," Charlotte said teasingly. Y/n swallowed nervously, afraid that she had stepped too far. Charlotte let the serious expression on her face melt away as she leaned in for a quick kiss, one that had Y/n trying to push forward for more. "But you practically read my mind."

#my writing #charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair #wwe #wwe x reader

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Steddie prompt: former Experiment!Eddie messing with Steve using his gifts because he’s bored. What that entails is entirely up to you! :) NSFW or SFW, dealers choice.

This is such an interesting concept! One that I've somehow never thought to write about before. I could've written like double this, but it was already like four drabbles long. I might come back to the concept one day!

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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4.1K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Tiny bit of dub-con (basically nothing is negotiated but they're both into it all), metaphysical anal, face slapping, ass slapping, Eddie taking control of Steve's body

Once the poisonous, bloody, dust has settled, and the fluorescent sterile aftermath endured, Eddie comes out to everyone.

Not in a Robin kind of way, but in an Eleven kind of way.

Or rather, reading the tattoo he's kept hidden under his watch this whole time, Twelve.

Steve had been kind of shocked, like way more surprised than he thinks he should've been, but he absorbs the information and adjusts, just like always. Eddie's still the same guy after all, they all just know him a little better, and he gets to take some of the super-powered pressure off of El whenever being that kind of weird gets rough.

And call him naive, but Steve didn't really think he had anything to worry about, it's not like the guy's actually a murderer or evil or whatever, even though the town hit too close to home with the whole Has-Powers-Like-The-Devil thing. It burns Steve's guts a little, makes him feel sick with how close Eddie could've come to getting snatched up by the wrong people again.

So when he gets a weird glint in his eye one evening, Steve doesn't think "Oh shit, he's going to Devil-Power me to Hell". He thinks, "He's about to go find a pen and a notepad and spend the next hour ignoring me.", which sucks way more than having any kind of evil attention.

Well, his wish for it certainly gets granted.

Eddie stretches out on the couch, eyes slotting into place right where they should be – holding Steve's gaze – his shirt loose enough at the bottom to ride all the way up to his ribs when he wriggles around restlessly. His mouth quirks up into a little smirk, Steve can't tell if there's meant to be humor in it or not, but he's sure if he's about to open up with something dry and sarcastic he'll find out soon enough.

For a minute though, it's just a staring contest, one that has Steve enthralled. He doesn't even think about looking away, even when he feels his own hand raising up into the air, knuckled into a loose fist.

He does frown though, confusion tugging at his mouth when his fist punches down into his own leg, not hard enough to hurt but definitely not something he did on purpose.

"Eddie?" He asks, trying not to sound too worried.

"Yes, Steve?" Eddie replies, raising his eyebrows.

Another punch, this time with his fingers clenched tighter, harder into his jeans, and Steve finally breaks eye contact, looking down at his hand.

The spell over the internal mechanism that urges him to gravitate towards Eddie is broken, but the one over his hand isn't. A couple quick punches and Steve glares over at him, finally trying to actually fight against whatever's moving him.

"What're you doing?" He asks, and Eddie laughs, rolling over onto his stomach.

He puts his chin in his hands and gives him a doe-eyed look, blatantly false innocence pooling under his eyelashes.

"What do you mean?" He shoots back, lips quirking into an enigmatic little smile.

Steve wants to stick his tongue into the corner of it.

"Well. I'm not punching myself on purpose. So if that's not you, then maybe we should do something about it," he says, watching his fist turn into an open hand, slapping down against his thigh.

Eddie sighs, shaking his head at him with a fake kind of pity.

"Oh Steve, I'm all the way over here, how could that be from me?"

Well, he knew it before, but now he really knows that Eddie's doing this.

"Then I guess I'll go call a code red and get the super nerds on the case," he says, getting to his feet.

He doesn't get very far, Eddie halting him mid-step, keeping him off balance with one leg in the air.

"No need to do that, I'm sure I can protect you against the ghost that's possessing you," he says, kicking his feet up behind him.

He looks like he should be twirling some of his hair around his finger as he sighs dreamily about a boy at a sleepover. The look kind of suits him even with the new tattoo that's peeking out from under his shirt.

Steve wants both of his feet on the ground, so he tries, and finds that he can push through Eddie's power like it's molasses and not a brick wall.

It bodes well for not falling over when he lets him go, but it doesn't bode well for the mischievous way he's looking at him. The thing about Eddie is, if he wants to toy with someone, he'll give them a way out of it, if they work hard enough for it. No brick walls there, but you have to want the escape.

Of course, that's always been during things like stupid arguments about movies or the casual flirting he does with everyone, not physically controlling someone like a puppet. At least not in Steve's experience anyway.

"Right. Can you see the ghost? Are my eyes glowing red?" Steve asks, voice bland.

Eddie laughs, wiggles his fingers at him with a wink. It looks fruity and has Steve's gut tugging his heart around on a leash. He can't believe that actually does something for him.

"Yeah, I can see it right now, looks pretty strong," he says, eyes sweeping over Steve's body like he's checking him out, not pretending to assess a threat. "It might take me a bit to fight- oh!"

He's a good actor, but Steve knows he's fucking around, so his pretend surprise when Steve's open palm slaps into his own face doesn't work on him. It's not very hard, doesn't even sting, but it does make him jump, heart racing at the unexpected hit.

"He got you good!" Eddie says, eyes so wide and so absolved of his actions.

Steve gives him his nastiest glare, regaining control enough to rub at his cheek, a small trickle of humiliation building between his shoulder blades.

Eddie laughs and makes him slap himself again, and this time it stings, the pain spearing him in whatever part of the brain that lust resides. That's a fucking problem, has him hoping Eddie gets bored of him soon, because he's known him long enough to know that he'd hold that kind of information over his head forever.

"Man, I'm sorry, this ghost is really beefy," he says, his legs still kicking.

"Call in some reinforcements, then?" Steve replies, rolling his eyes at him.

He fights to get both of his hands down by his sides, trying to brace himself against what comes next, waiting as he watches the gears turn in Eddie's head.

"You're not going to want anyone else around," Eddie says, and Steve feels a weird, nebulous pressure under his chin, forcing it up.

That almost gets a sound out of him, but it's not until the pressure is sliding down his chest, lighting up the nerves in his nipples on it's journey, that his throat opens up and lays a moan out into the air.

"What's the ghost doing now?" Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

"Being some kind of pervert," Steve says, eyes flying wide when he feels a tugging at his belt.

"Oh, that's a shame, I guess."

Eddie's got his belt all the way undone before Steve can get his hands up to it, and he tries to think over the pounding of his heart.

This is totally on purpose, and seems like a whole different kind of thing than all of Eddie's harmless flirting. Does that mean Eddie's noticed things about him? How he lingers around him too much, how he finds it hard to tear his attention away from him a lot of the time?

Or is this Eddie just fucking with him in a new way?

"Looks like I might get a show, though," Eddie says, bypassing where Steve holds the two ends of his belt in place to get his jeans undone, button fly popping open quickly enough that Steve doesn't register it happening at first.

"Eddie," he starts, not sure what he's going to say.

Should he ask him to stop?

His the leather in his hands slips out of his fingers and his pants fall down his hips a few inches. He should ask him to stop, but that would mean… well. Stopping.

"Uh-oh," Eddie smirks, playing with a piece of his hair. "Interesting tactic this ghost has."

Steve pushes his hands against the power to clutch at his jeans, grunting with the effort, holding them up just before they can fall further and reveal the swell of his cock in his underwear.

"Honestly Eddie, cut the bullshit," he says, aiming for stern and getting lusty leading actress instead. "We both know I know you're doing this."

Eddie laughs, hiding his grin behind where he's twisting his hair in his fingers, looking up at him through his eyelashes. It's cute, though all of the mocking innocence has melted away.

"What, don't want to blame this on a third party?" He asks, all pretend-sympathy. "That way you won't have to admit that you're getting bested by a nerd."

Steve rolls his eyes, because the whole nerd thing is not what this is about and Eddie knows it. It's about facing the fact that Eddie's toying with him in a way that's homosexual, and the fact that Steve's protests have been so weak he can't even call it acting.

"You haven't bested me yet," he says instead, managing to get the top button of his jeans done back up.

"Don't egg me on like that, I might end up thinking you want it," Eddie says, dark eyes giving him another once over. "I'm also not trying very hard, my nose isn't even bleeding."

Steve knew he was pulling his punches, a fact driven home by the way his arms fly out from his sides, trapped in midair like he's stuck under something heavy. Struggling against it does nothing, no molasses to wade through, and Eddie's finally stopped kicking his feet, doesn't look casual anymore.

A real show of his power, even though Steve knows this is still pretty surface level.

"Try to move your arms," Eddie says, nodding at him with his chin as if he's not already putting in the effort.

Steve glares. Eddie grins.

"Alright, if you don't want to, I guess I could find a way to motivate you."

The button on his jeans pops back open and his pants are yanked, pooling around his ankles before he can even open his mouth to tell him off.

He doesn't think that's what he would've done, though. He wonders if Eddie's aware of that, or if he thinks he's doing something that Steve hasn't fantasized about before. Like sure, in his fantasies, Eddie's using his hands – sometimes his mouth – to undress and touch him, but what is this if not an extension of his body?

It comes from him, after all.

Steve doesn't say anything, just watches him, pokes at the little feeling of humiliation and lets it grow, letting the shame for wanting Eddie to defeat him have it's cruel stab in his chest, as he finds his eyes held in place by Eddie's gaze again.

"Nothing, huh?" Eddie says, less playful for a moment, almost like he's frustrated.

Does he want Steve to protest? To beg and fight against something he knows he's not capable of physically overpowering? To ask him to stop?

He sighs.

"You know I'm trying, I know you can feel it," he says, frowning. "I'm not going to beg you to let me go."

Eddie stares at him, the gears once again kicking into motion as he visibly understands what Steve's not saying.

"I'll make you," he replies, pulling Steve's shirt up over his head to brace it against the back of his neck.

Steve's used to being shirtless around people, but the unexpected rush of cool air against his skin has him shivering, has his cock thickening up even more, definitely obvious by now. There's no giving up now, no way he can walk this backwards and laugh it off as freaky ass roughhousing.

"Yeah? You want me to get all sad and desperate to move? To get my clothes back on?" Steve asks, drawing his bitchy smirk up easily. "I bet you think about doing this when you jerk off, getting me on my knees or something. Do you? Think about forcing my mouth open so you can fuck it?"

He watches Eddie's face burn and something hot and satisfied curls up in his gut. He's not often on the offensive with him, prefers to take things as they come and secretly enjoy them, but when he can make him blush hard out of nowhere like that it makes him want to pin him down and kiss him.

"I-I… don't do that," Eddie says, piecing his composure back together. "I don't think about you at all."

Steve hopes that's a lie.

"I'm just bored," he continues, still a little subdued. "And clearly you're a bigger slut than I thought."

That'd hurt, if Steve didn't take it as a compliment, coming from a guy who once went on a half hour tangent about how people should just be able to have sex without judgment, no matter how many partners they had.

"What does that make you?" Steve asks, relieved when Eddie's smirk finds it's way back.

He loves how it looks on Eddie's face, sue him.

"King slut, I guess," Eddie laughs, and with a faint pressure at his waist, Steve's underwear pulls down his thighs, his cock springing up with the force of it.

"God," Steve moans, attempting to pulls his arms out of position, instinctively trying to cover himself.

"Yeah, that too," Eddie says, not bothering to pretend he's not staring at his erection.

Steve has to take a few moments, basking in the attention and also to just catch up with exactly what's going on, how fucking weird it is, how turned on he's getting. There's a lot that Eddie could do to him that anyone would expect him to say no to, but he finds himself hoping that he doesn't have to ask for any of it.

He told Eddie he wasn't going to beg and he meant it.

"Can't believe you're so into being this weak," Eddie says, slowly dragging his eyes up to his face, the nebulous pressure following the path they take.

He's not going to beg, but he moans freely, wants Eddie to know how good it feels, wants him to try to get more sounds out of him.

"I could hold you in place and strip you anywhere, and what? You'd get hard just like this?" Eddie asks, his hips giving a hard grind into the couch. "I can do whatever I want to you, and you're not even scared, are you? You’re like the world's bravest, horniest, action hero."

Steve laughs, finds he can't even move his head, his whole body held in place except for the places he wants to be touched. His cock and his balls are free to move, no invisible pressure holding them in place – which is a little embarrassing, he wonders if it looks stupid – but mostly he just wishes he was being touched everywhere.

"Should I be?" He asks, voice a little strangled. "Scared?"

The pressure around his throat gets softer and he tries not to feel disappointed.

"Depends on what you fear," Eddie says, his hips starting to slowly roll and press into the couch like he's doing it subconsciously. "I'm not gonna injure you or anything like that."

Steve goes to shrug, but he can't, so he just makes a vague sound. He has to think for a minute to figure out how to bring up the slapping without outright asking for it.

"What was the slapping about, then? You could've hurt me."

Eddie rolls his eyes, arranging one of Steve's hands into an open palm.

"Injuring you is different than hurting you," he says, and even though it's expected this time, Steve still gasps when his own hand comes down hard on his cheek.

His head doesn't even snap to the side, stuck in place.

His cock jerks as he struggles, the pain drawing another moan out of him.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie whispers, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a second as he looks at him. "You loved that."

Steve knows how he must look, with his eyes watering and he's assuming a red mark on his face, and he leans into it, letting his mouth drop open just a little bit as he licks his lips.

"If you weren't so committed to making love to my couch I'd tell you to come over here and use your own damned hand for it," he says, unable to keep himself from pushing at him.

Eddie hides a laugh behind his hands, his head ducking momentarily before he looks back up, beaming at him.

"You're so fucking cute," he says, getting all of his limbs in order as he gets to his feet. "Also, really fucking hot. And gorgeous? Yes."

He's walking towards him now, and Steve didn't think that was going to work so well, but all he can do is watch him, unable to move.

"Sexy? Beautiful? A Pretty boy? That's three check marks, baby," Eddie's saying, little zings of pleasure building in Steve's chest with the compliments. "And I don't think you could handle it if I slapped you."

Steve raises his eyebrows, still trying to move, still utterly trapped.

"Well, not your face, anyway," Eddie says, and then like a strike of lightning, his palm collides with Steve's ass.

"Oh fuck!" Steve yells, his body trying to jerk away from the impact.

He didn't ease him into that one, the pain hot and sharp and already throbbing as Eddie steps back from him.

"I've always wanted to do that," Eddie leans in to whisper, his teeth glancing off of Steve's ear, his hand back on Steve's ass to grab where he smacked him. "I hope you think of me whenever you sit down for the next few days."

Steve groans, breathing through it as the wall of pain steals the thoughts out of his head.

"You want me to hurt you?" Eddie asks, and he tries to nod. "You get off on it? Being defeated and slapped around?"

Not historically, but he thinks Eddie could punch him in the face and all he’d do is drop to his knees. Let him think he’s forcing him to open his mouth, like he teased him about earlier.

"What about something else? I'm sure losing a fight with someone is familiar to you, but what about something new?"

Steve manages to get his mouth to work, his eyelids fluttering shut as he asks -

"Is this the first fight you've won?"

Eddie steps back, an offended scoff preceding a slap to the face, not even Steve's own hand this time, drawing a high and reedy moan out of him.

He thinks he might be able to cum like this. Even with just the pressure that builds in the base of his spine as he struggles against the nothing, the invisible force – this whole situation is starting to get him there.

"S-something new is good," he gasps out, unable to open his eyes as Eddie's fingertips tease over his face.

"Good," Eddie says, satisfied like he approves, his fingers moving to trail down Steve's neck. "Should I assume some things about you, or should I ask first?"

Steve scrunches up his eyebrows, knowing that the right answer and the answer that he wants are two different things. He's not about to make a good decision like this though – his balls are starting to ache and he's getting desperate, craving all of the slivers of Eddie's attention that he’s being given.

"Do whatever you want, I can take it," he says, prying his eyelids open against the force of nothing but his own fogginess.

Eddie looks momentarily shocked, like for whatever reason this is where he'd draw the line and stop doing things they know are kind of stupid, but he schools it quickly, getting his hands on Steve's chest.

"You know, my plan wasn't to touch you at all," he says, squeezing Steve's tits. "But I'll be honest, you've been driving me fucking crazy."

Steve makes a weird sound, a mix between a laugh and a moan, trying and failing to push up into his hands. He has to hope he gets to do this again, without Eddie's powers holding his whole body in place, but right now being forced to go at whatever pace Eddie wants to set is kind of intoxicating.

"Show me, then," he says, challenging him.

Eddie ducks his head, and it seems bashful, until his teeth sink into Steve's neck and both of them are groaning, Steve's a lot louder and ruined than Eddie's.

"Fuck, that's so go- Oh shit!"

There's a sudden pressure inside of his ass now, not even stretching him open, just the presence of nothing, all of his nerves singing through his spine as he tries to breath around the solid tension in all of his muscles. It spreads, more pressure adding to press into his taint, to grip his balls just lightly enough that it doesn't hurt, and then there's –

Eddie's hand, real and warm and calloused around his cock, stroking over the head to catch the pre-cum there, getting the rest of him wet as he slides down to the base, squeezing it hard. That does hurt, and Steve almost tips over the edge, feeling his eyes start to water again.

He's never felt anything like this, having a hard time wrapping his head around how he's getting fucked in the ass without actually being entered by anything, but it feels so good that he wants to live like this forever, trapped under Eddie's power.

"Next time, I want to get inside of you," Eddie's whispering, like he doesn't want him to hear. "I want to hold you in place and fuck you until I'm done with you, make you feel so good you forget who we are."

It's the thought of Eddie's cock slamming into him that does it, the fantasy of being helpless to do anything about it, forced to take whatever pleasure he gives him whether he asks for it or not. He cums hard, shooting hot where Eddie aims his cock, getting cum up in his chest hair and down his stomach.

The invisible pressure starts to ease up from his ass and his balls, reluctant even as Eddie keeps working him with his hand, making him try to squirm away from it when the orgasm ends and the raw nerve feeling of over-stimulation hits.

"Fuck, please," he whines through his clenched teeth.

"Please what?" Eddie asks, the mischievous glint in his eye coming back as he continues to work him over.

"Your hand," Steve manages to grit out, unable to move away from it at all.

"What about my hand?" Eddie asks, laughing.

He does let go though, watching him closely as he tries to catch his breath, casually licking Steve's cum off his fingers like there's nothing loaded about that.

"Gonna drop you now," Eddie says, moving to stand behind him.

He gets his arms around Steve's waist, bracing him as the pressure holding him up slowly eases off, and soon he's slumped and sinking to the floor, Eddie guiding him as he goes.

He doesn't even care that his bare ass is on the cold floor, finding it kind of soothing against what must surely be a hand print so well engraved that he could get Eddie's fingerprints from it.

"God, you're a mess," Eddie murmurs, pressing his thumb into Steve's lips. "I'll clean us up though, hang tight."

Steve's body feels like jello, so he just lays there, frowning as he thinks about what he said.

Us?

Eddie comes back with a towel, a wet washcloth, and a wet spot at the front of his jeans.

"You didn't have to cum in your pants over me," he says, the words a bit murky as he tries to articulate them. "Could've just used my hand or something."

Eddie groans as he kneels down beside him, cheeks blazing as he glares at him.

"I know that, but I…" he cuts himself off, frowning as he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

Steve's silent as Eddie cleans him up, taking his time to get the cum out of his chest hair, basking in the sweetness of it after all the half-manufactured posturing they just did. This feels more honest than Eddie holding him in place and stripping him, as hot as that was, and he doesn't want to ruin it by making fun of Eddie for cumming in his pants. Maybe he would've too, if their positions were reversed.

"Next time we do this you have to get your cock out sooner," he says, mumbling around a sleepy smile.

#griefabyss69 writing #drabble requests #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #anon who gave the last drabble request: I hope to write it tonight! But if not it should be up tomorrow or tuesday!

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work was slow so i wrote a short story about my human au with a prompt requested by my friend- she wanted to see puppet and lefty kind of reconciling/getting along

“I’m really mad at you”

“I know.”

“I have frequent thoughts about hurting you.”

“I know.”

“You don't even have to be doing anything, your existence just fills me with rage.”

“I kn-”

“You know. And you do nothing about it. You never do anything.”

“I don't.”

There was a long pause, and upon realizing her cage was not going to retaliate, the woman loudly groaned in annoyance. God he was such a pain in the ass. Never did anything except blink once in a while, or play his stupid songs to “calm her down”. Well she wasnt calm! Who could be calm after being kidnapped? Much less in the company of such a boring person. 

Okay in his defense hes not realy himself is he Mari? She thought to herself

I dont give a fuck whatever he is - his company SUCKS

….

It sucks so bad im arguing with myself just for some entertainment. God screw this guy. 

Maybe he knew she was in a bad mood and thats why he let her out - “just for a couple minutes” he said…

“You make very strong facial expressions when you’re thinking. I wonder what youre thinking about?” The man said, his yellow eye tearing into the empty black voids she called her eyes.

oh now he wants to talk.

…

“I was thinking about how much you need to work on your staring problem, you look stupid….and creepy.” She responded- baring her sharp teeth at him.

“It’s a requirement of my job.” He responded, emotionless. 

“To look like a fucking creep?” 

“Well that… I guess… and to look after you. Always” He paused, as though in thought. “Especially after all those stunts you’ve pulled in the past.” He sounded a little annoyed. Interesting…

“Yeah well - sorry but im not about to make your job easier when it comes at the expenses OF MY OWN FUCKING FREE WILL” she yelled into his ear - just to once again get no reaction.

“You’ll get it back.” The man responded as though his ears and head were not ringing currently. 

“The time we spend together is only temporary, maybe one day you'll look back on this experience and find it was somewhat enjoyable? Just relax a bit…. For both of our sake. “

The woman was about to yell at him again for his ridiculous and very delusional suggestion, but decided she should spare her already raspy voice from more abuse. Silent treatment it was if he wanted to be an ass. 

His brow furrowed just slightly at her unusual reaction - or lack of.

“Well if it makes you that uncomfortable, I'll focus my eyes on other things from time to time. No promises if you make another escape attempt though.”

Still silence. 

“I’ll give you more time out of the “cage” too?”

Silence. 

“Okay that was messed up to say-”

“RAAAAAAAGHHHHHH CAN YOU EVER JUST SAY SOMETHING USEFUL” she betrayed her poor vocal chords but jesus this guy can never just-

Okay no, you need to calm down mari. Be calm. He is your captor- he is unpredictable. One minute hes a literal blank piece of paper and the next he starts acting like he has a personality-You know that. Hes never genuine so dont give in. Dont get angry, maybe he wants that. Be calm. Be caaaalm. 

“Ahem…” she paused. “Nevermind. Maybe its better that you stay mute.”

The man blinked.

“Oh so thats why youre mad. Ive been keeping you in the dark haven’t i?” 

….

“Yeah. literally too.” 

Okay did he smile a little just now or am i going insane-

“Well…” He started. “I suppose I could make your experience less boring by answering some questions. Just as long as you dont tell the Security Puppet or Mr. Emily-”

“Tell me about mr. emily please!” She wasted no time. There was something about that man in particular, something off. She felt so hurt whenever she saw him even though she had no idea who he was. 

“I.. Please tell me. Im not gonna say anything. Hes your boss right?”

The man looked to his side briefly, as though he was pondering something. 

“You could say that.”

“And hes the reason why im here right? Hes the one who asked for me to be here?”

“Well, he didn't really know about this whole… situation… until recently. The Security Puppet. That stripped lady. Shes the one who wanted you from the start. For Henry.”

“Oh….his name is Henry Emily?” She looked to the floor.

“Why does that sound…so familiar?” she whispered

If she had looked up, she would have noticed the very noticeable expression of discomfort that plastered itself on the larger man. He was in a great conflict with himself whether he should tell this woman everything or stick to what he was created to do. 

He ultimately stuck to the latter and remained silent. 

Screw finding answers right now, her heart started hurting. Why did she feel like she wanted to cry? She needed a distraction. If this guy saw her crying - he’d probably use it against her…

————

“Okay and that bitch who stole my look then. She created you?”

What a comment. He almost wanted to laugh. But he had to stay stoic…

“Yes,” A pause. “She is indeed the bitch who created me.” Well he could break a little bit of character one in a while. He deserved to treat himself at least a little. 

And now he wanted to laugh even harder seeing the surprised face on the small woman. He deserves a raise for how much composure he has really.. That is, if he was even getting paid in the first place. 

“Okay then….” she furrowed her brows at him. “So if I was to extract revenge on everybody whoose ever wronged me.. She would be a perfect target then, right?”

Okay now he was really starting to like this girl. If only he could drop his persona and offer to help her.

“Well she did kill me for the sole purpose of capturing you.” He internally smirked at her gasp of horror, “disemboweled me and did cruel experiments on my body for this mission. Im pretty sure Im going to get incinerated after I’ve completed this job too,” He said nonchalantly to the look of horror and rage that was forming on the womans face. If he couldn't hurt SP himself, he could at least give this captee more encouragement to do it for him, “All of this was her idea anyway, so I suppose that yes, she would be an ideal target. Though you didn't hear that from me.”

—————

Wtf….oh god no wonder this guys so weird- hes just like me!! And that BITCH shes just like william! William….. Oh that name…

——————

Her raged expression calmed itself, to the disappointment of the large man. Maybe it was immature but he was somewhat hoping shed explode right then and there and make him take her to the security puppet where he could witness a good show…. maybe join in if the brainwashing fully went away….

“You poor thing….” now her expression was turning somber. “You poor, poor man…” Tears began to form in her eyes.

Okay he wasnt expecting this….should he have kept his mouth shut?

Her shoulders started to shake and he could hear faint whimpers as she tried to control her emotions. She curled into a ball before him and started shaking back and forth.

….yeah he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Theyre still doing this to us…” She muffled as her hands covered her face, “it must have hurt you so much… what she did to you…what they did to us,.....”

“Ummm” How was he supposed to approach this….. he didnt know she could cry.

“..how many more deaths will it take for this nightmare to end” She cried out. “DAMN HER!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!” her sobbing became louder

He really did not know what to do right now- wow this took a sudden turn.

“My friends, my family… I lost them all because of monsters like her….”

oh

“Im lost now you know. My brother…Fred…he’s not here to guide me anymore…That green man burnt them all”

OH.

“And im just a shell of myself now… I dont think Ill ever be able to leave it…. I lost them.. I think it was ‘99? What year is it anymore…”

“2017.” he blurted out, almost immediately regretting it. 

“Oh.” 

It was a rhetorical question wasn't it?

—————

The shock she was in distracted her from her pain at least. She just layed there, exhausted from her outburst, staring at the night sky before her. 

She just kept breaking her promises to herself. Now this man knew her vulnerabilities. And honestly, she didnt care anymore.

She didnt want to be paranoid. She didnt want to be angry. Not at him, not at Security Puppet, not at ….henry, not even at william. She was so tired of feeling. Numbness was all she wanted.

————

The man just sat next to her and looked up with her. It was a beautiful night. They could forget what just transpired for now, for both their sake. She was embarrassed in a way, but he didnt seem to hold anything against her.

I dont think he’s all that capable of judging me anyway.

A long time had passed, the woman's tears subsiding, though her messy makeup marked her pain for all to see. 

They sat in silence for the next couple of hours, until the man spoke up.

“Miss?”

She hummed in acknowledgement.

“What do you want me to call you if not Ch- if not that other name.”

….

“Just call me Puppet for now.”

Another minute of silence.

“And what should I call you?” She asked. 

It was about time they both introduced themselves properly anyway.

“.....Lefty” He responded rather sheepishly. 

…..

“Lefty?”

“Yeah?”

“You have a really stupid name.”

Away from her vision, he grinned at the sparkling sky. 

“I know.”

#Me dumb au #Theyre not entirely friends but they wouldn’t consider each other enemies :] #Sorry for grammar issues lol i wrote this in one sitting and i dont feel like editing x-x #btw its obivous something bad happened to lefty since hes a literal walking cage- #What triggered maris reaction was knowing it was security puppet who did that- like theres another william out there

[autisticmao]

GENRE: fluff

FEATURED: reader!

WARNINGS: none

PROMPT: y/n - isara's youngest sibling - is being babysat by isara one day, and slight chaos is caused

WORD COUNT: 570

"Wait — Y/N, come back!" Your older brothers shout made you giggle, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridors of a school you didn't know the layout of.

For the weekend, the rest of your family wanted a getaway together, but they didn't exactly have enough money to bring all four of you on the already expensive trip. So the mother decided to call someone for help who she knew wouldn't mind looking after you.

Isara Mao. Your older brother that you definitely... totally... didn't favourite over your older sister. (Maybe.)

He was already busy enough from the past month with idol work and other such countless activities, but when he heard his own mother call him on the phone to babysit you, he couldn't help but say yes in an instant. He loves you a lot, and it always makes his heart swell in pride whenever he comes home sometimes for a visit, and you're the first one to even bother with his presence.

"Come on... you shouldn't be running around with that!" Isara begs as he caught up to you after a while of running. You stood in front of him with a wide and innocent grin that only he knew was a deceptive disguise of mischief. He places his hands on his knees for a moment, catching his breath. He then stands back up straight, handing one hand out towards you. "Can you hand it over, Y/N? Please."

You stare at the item in your hands (it was a sword prop that Knights use often) and then towards your older brother and suddenly frown, clutching it close to your chest as you shake your head 'no'. "Ritte let me have it."

A sigh comes from Isara. Of course, Ritsu did. Ritsu purposefully gave you something sort of unsafe just to have Isara run around like a wild goose, most likely because Ritsu found it funny seeing Isara be outrun by a young child so often.

It was honestly embarrassing for Isara every time, and yet this was the first time an action like this happened in a public place.

"Maybe he did, but you've got to learn to stop taking things from him and listening to every word he says, you know? Ritsu may be our friend, but he's a bad influence on you. What would happen if you trip over and hurt yourself because of him?" Isara inwardly winces. He knew he was hypocritical about his set of words.

Isara then kneels down to your height, his hand out once more. "So please, Y/N, may I have that sword? I'm only doing this because I care and love you so much."

Your frown deepens. You didn't like making your brother worry for you. It made you feel icky. So, with a slight hesitant reaction for a couple of seconds, you hand the sword out to him to take to which Isara did so, with a smile of triumph creasing his features as he then stands from his kneeled position.

"Let's go back and give this back to the rest of the Knights unit. If I remember correctly, this was either Sena's or Arashi's sword... and hey, if you behave now, I'll treat you to some F/F from the cafeteria hall!"

Your eyes suddenly widen as you and him begin walking back, "they have that here?! Is it good?"

Isara chuckles. "Let's find out!"

#Isara x Reader #Mao x Reader #x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars game #ensemble stars trickstar #enstars #fanfic #mao isara #oneshot #enstars fanfic #isara mao #fandom writing #fluff #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3

[scoopertrouper]

ahoy, maties. i return not with a prompt fill, but with a Steve POV companion piece to this post-S2/pre-S3 post-stancy breakup prompt fill because i'm sick in the head. read at your own risk.

3,400ish words (somehow) of nonsense under the cut.

~*~*~*

i'll be alright [it's just a thousand cuts]

He sees her sometimes.

It’s not like he’s, like, looking for her. He’s not, because no matter what Robin says, Steve’s not a maso…a macho…a mecha…okay, like, one of those weirdos who gets his rocks off by getting smacked around or whatever.

He’s not.

It’s just that it’s kinda hard to totally avoid her. According to her brother, Hawkins is, like, smaller than Thor’s thumbnail – and Christ, he really needs to stop hanging around those little dweebs if that’s the kind of shit he’s absorbing – so it’s hard not to see her. Anywhere. Everywhere. 

But it’s usually only just out of the corner of his eye. A flutter of flowery skirt disappearing between the aisles at Melvald’s, or the bounce of perfectly set brown curls right as she’s crossing Main Street, walking with quick little steps that are so purposeful.

(Steve used to spend most of free period making a mess of those curls, tangling them between his fingers, testing how far he could go before she’d swat his hands away. They were soft as one of his mom’s silk scarves, but somehow still not as soft as her lips when they’d curve against his, her little body arching between his hips and the creaky leather of his backseat.)

He doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that whenever their paths cross, she’s always just out of focus, blurred at the edges like a messed up Polaroid. 

It’s no secret that Steve’s no great lover of the language arts (no matter how many long lectures Henderson’s given him – from the front seat of Steve’s car, that Steve drives him around in – about why that’s hurting him with the chicks). 

But he thinks maybe if he did give a shit about similes, or metaphors, or any of that crap that he’d mostly slept through in second period English, that it’d be a pretty decent way to sum up their relationship. A couple pictures that might’ve been pretty if they hadn’t gotten all smudged up.

Oh, and her new boyfriend’s a photographer. How’s that for poetic?

Anyway, Steve would have to be an idiot – more of an idiot – to actually go looking for her. So he doesn’t. Because he remembers how much it had hurt, forcing himself through the last seven months of his own goddamn senior year, seeing her every day and feeling tender as a walking, talking bruise, long after the worst of the damage to his face had faded. It’d been almost fucking unbearable, catching her eye only to see exactly how far he’d fallen reflected in them. 

Back then (a whole two months ago) he hadn’t even tried to play it cool, had figured it was still common enough knowledge that she could step on his neck, no questions asked, and he’d probably thank her for it. Ask her to do it again, if only to keep her undivided attention for just one more second.

But that was then. Now, he’s moving on. 

Mostly. 

Trying to. 

It’d help if the universe would cooperate – if, at the same time he’d lost Nancy, he hadn’t also somehow lost every bit of mojo that made Steve Harrington that guy, especially when it came to the ladies. 

Because it’s definitely gone, and he didn’t need Tracey Wiltshire – who’d rocked full headgear until, like, the end of sophomore year – to stammer out some lame blow-off to confirm it.

It’s painfully evident every time he looks in the mirror, because he doesn’t see Steve Harrington – basketball star, swim captain, somebody who’s somebody – anymore. He just sees some loser in a shitty Popeye costume (which itches, Jesus). A loser who got laughed out of goddamn Tech. 

Whose dad barely throws him more than a dismayed glance over the morning paper – when he’s around to read the morning paper, that is. 

Who constantly finds new and creative ways to get splotches of Rocky Mountain Fudge where Rocky Mountain Fudge should never be, and takes home maybe ten bucks in tips on a good night. 

Of course Na - Tracey wouldn’t want to waste her time on a dipshit like that. Who would?

But he’s not gonna give up, because he knows the only sure way out of a slump is to shoot through it. Besides, it’s not, like, not fun, letting Robin bust his balls nonstop on the days that they’re teamed up. She’s pretty ingenious, like, he wouldn’t be surprised if she goes home after every shift and shuts herself away in her little dork hidey hole until she’s got at least ten new zingers locked and loaded.

(Most of the time it's fun. More fun when she’s not leveling him with big SAT prep words, because then he has no choice but to try to return fire without revealing that he still has no goddamn clue what a charlatan is, no matter how many times Nancy’d drilled him on it last summer. And – surprise surprise – that usually doesn’t end well for him. 

But come to think of it, she has kinda backed off from that lately. So maybe it’s more fun for her the other way, too.)

Anyway, he keeps trying, and ultimately racks up more “You Suck” ticks per shift than Robin has room for on her whiteboard (she’s been talking about starting a ledger, and yeah, that’s exactly what he needs, his failures all neatly leather-bound and cataloged in permanent marker). 

You know what, though? It’s fine. It can’t last forever, right? Steve’s a pretty positive guy. Eventually, some girl’s gonna want to buy what he’s selling, even if what he’s selling isn’t a whole bunch more than a final fling with the homecoming king. One last stop on the Hawkins Express before it’s all frat boys and keg stands at Boilermakers tailgates.

(He can only imagine what Robin would have to say about that.)

On one Saturday in late June, he thinks he might be on the verge of a breakthrough. Thinks he’s maybe a free scoop of mint chocolate chip away from talking Lisa Kurtz into the back row of the 7:15 showing of Cocoon – because he’s always kind of wanted to see if her boobs really are bigger than her hair, and he’s running out of time to find out. 

Things are going well, so according to the current logic of Steve’s life, that means something’s gotta step in to ruin it. And boy, is that something a doozy – all five-foot-four of her, freshly permed and pretty in pink kitten heels.

It’s been two months since Steve Harrington fully laid eyes on Nancy Wheeler. Two months since he’s admired – before he can stop himself – the little dimple in her chin and the delicate curve of her neck and shoulders, today draped carefully in a demure sundress. 

Once upon a time, Steve would have taken great pleasure in wrecking that dainty piece of cotton, fisting it in his hands and bunching it all the way up to her waist.

“Hi,” she says softly, biting her lip, and Christ, how Steve wishes she’d stayed in the blurry outer rim of his brain. Because he’s looking right at her, and it’s blinding, the way she just fucking glows for no good reason. It’s worse than that time in fifth grade, when he’d maybe (probably) burned his retinas after Tommy dared him to stare straight into the sun for five whole minutes (he’d made it about fifteen seconds). 

“Hey,” he finds it in himself to reply, and he congratulates himself on the way he stays so chill, right up until Lisa’s cup of mint chocolate chip tumbles out of his nerveless fingers and splatters all over the floor and a little bit all over her shoes. 

(She’s not happy. There goes the 7:15 showing of Cocoon, along with his only shot this week at a mark in the “You rule” column.)

Now his date’s gone, stormed out in a cloud of Windsong so thick he can taste it, and gone too are his chances of escaping this encounter with minimal humiliation. Perfect.

(Thank god Robin’s still on her break. At least someone up there is still doing him a solid or two.)

Nancy’s eyes flick once, twice between Steve and the door.

“Am I…interrupting?” she asks slowly, as if this isn’t a public dining establishment, as if she doesn’t have as much right to be here as any other prospective paying customer. There’s a glint in her eyes that he doesn’t even try to decode. He’s not dumb enough to think he can still read Nancy Wheeler. 

(That he’d ever been able to read her.)

“Not a chance,” Steve lies quickly, flipping the ice cream scoop with suddenly numb fingers. “Always room for one more on this flotilla of flavor!”

He’s pretty sure that was the right way to use “flotilla”, the way he’d overheard Robin say it last week. Like, ninety percent sure. Well. Sixty.

Also, what is wrong with him?

But Nancy smiles that little smile she used to give him every time he said something painfully dumb that she found charming in spite of herself, so no permanent damage, he guesses.

Not that it matters anymore. Because it doesn’t.

“A flotilla, huh?” she plays along. “That’s…a lot of flavors.”

“Thirty-two, to be exact,” he replies on autopilot. “They, uh, wanted one more than Baskin Robbins.” Goddamn it. He swears he used to be able to talk to girls. This girl, in particular.

“Oh,” she blinks. “Interesting.” 

Okay, so. The last time Steve and Nancy had spoken for real, they’d just broken up. Billy Hargrove had basically made scrambled eggs of Steve’s brains. And yet somehow, it had still been less of a disaster than the last minute of his life.

Steve has to salvage this somehow.

“It’s…really not,” he admits. “But you’re sweet to pretend.” Without thinking, he moves to drag his hand nervously through his hair and comes away with his cap instead. Oops.

Still, though, they both laugh, and that’s better. Good, even. Getting back on track. He’s not a total lost cause. 

“So, uh, what brings you to Starcourt?” he follows up, and that’s safe enough. Neutral. Boring. “Feels like most of Hawkins has been through here, not that that’s saying much. Haven’t really seen you around, though.”

That’s less safe, but she doesn’t seem offended. In fact, she’s still smiling, and Christ, Steve remembers why he hasn’t gone looking for this. Why he’s pointedly avoiding asking if she’s here alone.

“Well,” she says with a sly little curl of her lips, “I’ve been pretty busy. But – someone told me I was missing out on thirty-two flavors of ice cream.”  It's almost flirtatious, until she steps forward and winces. “Actually, I think one of them’s on the floor.”

The floor…? Crap. Lisa’s ice cream. It’s still splattered all over where he dropped it.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Steve starts, warmth creeping up his collar. “I can - I can get that cleaned up.” 

Ignoring Nancy’s protestations, he scrambles for the mop bucket they have to constantly keep within reach. Of course, it’s nowhere to be found – which means it’s definitely in the back room, which means he definitely can’t get it without drawing Robin’s attention. He pauses, debating.

“No – look, Steve, most of it’s still in the cup, I can just – I can just throw it away.” 

Steve is circling the counter to assess the damage just as Nancy is crossing his path to get to the garbage can, and they’re one perilous step away from unwittingly splitting a hefty splotch of Maritime Mint Choco Chip when his reflexes kick in.

On instinct, his hands wrap around Nancy’s bare shoulders to stop her just before they collide and – oh. Oh.

See, he hasn’t touched Nancy Wheeler in damn near nine months, and now his - his skin is on her skin. She’s soft, and warm, and his palms look so big against the slim curves of her arms. He can feel exactly where goosebumps are prickling against the pads of his fingers.

This angle also gives him a perfect, painful view of the swoop of her neck that he’s never quite been able to put out of his head. There’s a dull flush creeping up her collarbone, and for one unhinged moment he wonders what she’d do if he just buried his face there, pressing his lips heavy against that searing hollow until she’s gasping, like he’s done so many times before.

He catches her gaze. Her eyes are bright under the fluorescents, and he can’t help but picture them glassy with alcohol and resentment, punctuated by a sullen mouth and punch-stained blouse. Staring him down like he’s some kind of Upside Down pond scum. Bullshit.

He has no idea what she sees now, but it probably isn’t much of an improvement.

Steve swallows, and steps back.

“Sorry,” he says roughly, retreating back behind the safety of the counter, heart pounding. Nancy looks relatively composed as she neatly disposes of her trash, but he at least still knows her well enough to notice how her fingers curl tightly around her purse strap, the only sign that she’s a fraction as shaken as he suddenly is. 

Ask her what she wants. Ask her what she wants and give it to her so they can start pretending this conversation never happened as quickly as possible. 

“So, uh, busy? What’s – what’s up in the world of Wheeler?”

For fuck’s sake, it’s like his mouth is completely disconnected from what’s left of his brain.

“Oh, uh.” Nancy looks startled, like that’s not what she’d been expecting him to say. “Yeah. I got an internship at the Hawkins Post with Jonathan.”

So. No tiptoeing around it. Steve gives himself credit for not flinching like he wants to, for nodding his head like that simple statement hasn’t landed like a gunshot.

“Nice. Probably a way cooler gig than dishing out sorbet to all the Jazzercise moms,” he cracks, only half joking.

She doesn’t laugh, though. Her face drops and she kind of hunches in on herself, and he instantly feels like shit even though he doesn’t think he said anything to be sorry for, doesn’t know what could’ve made her react like that. Good one, Steve.

“You might be surprised,” is all she gives him in response. He doesn’t know what to make of that. And honestly, it’s not his job to make something of it anymore, so he lets it go, and they linger in awkward silence for a few seconds. 

For once – this one time only – he wishes that snot-nosed Sinclair brat would barge in, flanked by her entourage of equally snotty, pint-sized little dweeb friends, loudly demanding free samples of every flavor. That would at least give him a way out of this.

“Hey Steve?” Nancy looks at him like she’s steeling herself, and he recognizes that look, used to dread it back when they were dating. Time, he finds, hasn’t really changed the way he feels about it.

“Nancy?” he parrots back, defensive for no particular reason.

“The reason I came here today – that is, I just wanted to see if…” She cringes, trails off uncharacteristically, and he waits her out, with mounting unease. 

Patience isn’t his strong suit, but he’s found that for Nancy Wheeler, he’s usually willing to try to be the things he’s not. For all the good it does. Did.

She sighs, and tries again.

“I just wanted to ask – how, how are you –”

“Hey, honey, if you’re gonna get your ice cream, get a move on. I still need to stop at the dry cleaners.” A bottle blonde perm pops into the shop, and Steve nearly exhales with overwhelming…relief? Disappointment?

Saved by Karen Wheeler. 

She pauses, and Steve sees her notice him in real-time, watches the surprise dawn in her eyes as she identifies who’s behind the counter. “Oh. Hi, Steve.”

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler.” Karen’s always been nice enough to him, but he’s never been too sure how much she actually likes him. Like mother, like daughter, he guesses.

She gives Nancy an indecipherable look, and honestly, these Wheeler women have got to cool it with all the weird mind reading shit.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” Nancy replies to the question spoken out loud, a tad clipped, before turning back to Steve. “So,” she says, drawing out the “o” and tapping the case. She seems to have set aside whatever she was gonna ask. “I – I guess that’s my cue, then. Any recommendations?” 

Steve’s already mid-scoop, and he’s absurdly pleased to watch her eyes go wide as he slides the cup of strawberry across the glass to her, with just a tiny flourish.

“Oh,” she stammers, “is that –”

“Strawberry,” he interrupts. “Your favorite. If – if that’s still right.” He doesn’t think that much has changed. 

“It is,” she affirms, and there’s a dusting of pink across her cheeks that Steve refuses to believe is anything more than a reflection from the neon sign.

“On the house,” he says when she goes for her purse, and it’s softer than he means it to be, less cheerful – but thankfully steady. He can’t help but smile at her, and she returns it, a tiny, kind thing. 

“Thanks,” she says after a moment. “I’ll…see you around?”

Not if I can help it, is what he thinks.

“Sure,” is what he says instead. “Anytime you need a scoop, I’ll be here.” 

Nancy raises her spoon in a minute, unbearably cute farewell salute, and the swirl of her dress is the last thing he sees of her as she disappears into the food court.

(On her way out, she takes her $2 and drops it into the tip jar, and he pretends it doesn’t smart a little.)

“Well, well. Do my eyes deceive me, or are we looking at another tally for Team “You Suck”?” 

Shit. Robin. Great. He hadn’t even heard her come out from the back.

Steve recognizes the dangerous note of glee in her voice, but for once he doesn’t have the energy to try to head it off at the pass. 

“You know,” Robin continues, “Between this and the truly spectacular crash and burn I know you were hoping I wouldn’t see with Lisa, I think that makes today some kind of record-breaking –” 

She must pick up something unusual in his face, though, because she cuts off abruptly. “Steve?” 

“Huh?” He knows he’s gaping at the door like a dumbass, but it’s too hard to find the willpower to tear himself away while he’s also blocking out the trace after-scent of Nancy’s baby powder-soft perfume. 

Robin doesn’t seem to know what to do when they’re not actively playing by whatever rules she’s silently set for the Shit on Steve Variety Hour. After a minute, he feels a nudge to the side of his foot, and he knows instinctively that it’s the toe of one of her battered Chucks. 

He doesn’t look, but he’s pretty sure she’s staring at him like he’s the weirdo.

“You…okay, dingus?” She sounds genuinely concerned, and that’s what jolts him out of it. Because no way in hell is he gonna spill his guts about Nancy Wheeler to Robin-whatever-her-last-name-is in front the sample spoons and a few carved up tubs of hard serve.

Even if Robin’s not, like, totally tragic. Maybe she’s even kinda cute. If Steve squints. Hard.

“Dude, not the shoes,” he finally mumbles, though she’d barely touched him. Her silence is heavy and unimpressed, perfectly matching her face (as Steve discovers once he finally gives in and spares her a glance).

Reflexively, he hitches his shoulders up in a stiff shrug. Arranges his face into a smile that he hopes is more cool and carefree than psychotic.

“Course I am,” he says, and it comes easily. He returns her nudge with one of his own and ignores her scowl. “I’m always okay. I’m…I’m Captain Okay.”

Jesus. He’s glad that one never made it into the yearbook.

Robin seems willing to at least pretend to buy it, though, and as she threatens him with the dry erase marker (though he notices she doesn’t make a single tally), he feels the grin he’s pasted on edge into something more genuine. He almost believes it himself, in fact. He is okay. 

Will be okay.

(He has to be.)

#stancy #stancy fic #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #my stuff #i had the worst time with this #but it was already 3/4 finished so i had to power through #and then i had to make you suffer with me #i will never try to enter steve's head again #next time i'm writing them TOGETHER #bc i'm tired of this grandpa

[wawamouse]

Wip wednesday!!

I thought I had worked on a lot this week, but when I went to go search for a snippet to share, I couldn't really find anything 😆 The above is from "Desire Path", which I feel like is my fallback for wip wednesdays because it's my longest wip right now LOL.

After careful consideration, I realised that I actually haven't written that much for my Oz wips recently—I just THOUGHT I had because I did actually just write and post "Dead Air" last week. Like that's very much a thing that happened lmao. I made a couple gifsets over the past week, too, and in the process spent a lot of time just staring at images and thinking really hard about the characters, so I guess things sort of blended together in my mind. What is time, anyway?

In other writing news, I've been working on a couple of prompts for the Cdrama action thing this past week/week and a half, i.e, filling prompts in exchange for users donating to aid for Palestine. It's been fun thinking about my old fandom—The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty—again, having taken some time away from it... Doubly interesting, I guess, because I have been working on prompts for the main ship of that fandom, which I never actually wrote for at the height of my hyperfixation (I wrote 50+ fics for a rare/sidepair instead 🤣✌🏼).

I still have two prompts for that event to work on, so I've sort of just been working on Oz things here and there. After the bit of writer's block I had with "In the Course of Destiny" (mostly gone now!), I've realised (not for the first time, to be honest) that it's best for me to remember to aim short. Me being me, that is, longwinded, the fic is sure to run past my word aim anyway, and also, I psyche myself out whenever I get ambitious and try to write some sprawling epic. "Holding Up the Sky" was a bit of a breeze because I had no real idea what I was doing, and didn't decide to post it as a chaptered fic until I had already written up to the part where Miguel has the second meeting with Sykes... so there was no time to psyche myself out about ch.3, basically, because I was already fully in it.

One of the troubles I've been having with "In the Course of Destiny" is that the fic has completely gone off the rails from what I initially envisioned. Maybe I'll talk more about it when I actually get it the fuck completed, but as I said before (somewhere), that fic wasn't even initially supposed to HAVE a robbery, and adding it has really changed everything... and maybe not for the better, either.

Me 🤝🏼 Miguel, shooting ourselves in the foot with this series. Not that he's going to shoot himself in the foot... well, 啧. You'll see, I guess. Eventually.

IN MEMORIAM this week:

crack ficlet I wrote on a device that subsequently died, taking the fic with it. I might try to rewrite it, but I might also just let it go in the wind, because it wasn't that well written anyway. The premise was that Jaime did actually successfully kill Chico in the showers lol

#text #wip wednesday

[wayward-lives]

Prompt list

Hey guys! This is all the prompts I had in my writing folder that I never got around to writing anything for. Some of them are just a couple of words or sentences, while others are absolute monsters. If any of you wanna do something based on one of these prompts, go for it! I'd love it if you tagged me or let me know, just so I can read/see where you've gone with it <3

"How about you take me out back and I don't call you tomorrow?" "How about I take you home after and you sneak out when I'm asleep?" // "You make a habit of sneaking around behind buildings?" "Last time I did, I fucked a cute guy. Maybe I'll get lucky again."

Nymph Bucky falls in love with a hiker who walks through his woods

Post WS. Bucky is in SHIELD custody and doesn’t remember Steve, but he remembers Natasha from the Red Room when she was a child

Vet Bucky. Steve is running from New York after the Snap and he hits a dog and brings it into Bucky's clinic

Bucky doesn't do relationships, but Steve keeps seeing him for sex and Bucky falls in love - friends with benefits (what's love got to do with it - Tina Turner)

College AU - Bucky is an international student who's paired with Steve's roommate Sam

Steve and Bucky are close friends, Steve is complaining one night about how annoying hook-up culture is, and Bucky suggests a FWB situation. Bucky's been in love with Steve for years and it's only when they start sleeping together that Steve realises that he feels the same way

Bucky recognises Steve during their fight on the bridge

Bucky and Steve had broken up, but they keep sleeping together whenever they run into each other

Shrunkyclunks: nurse Bucky works at Stark tower

"just friends who have sex sometimes and live together" where Bucky and Steve don't realise they're dating

Winter Soldier Steve/civilian Bucky

Pirate AU - Bucky's dad is a fisherman who takes Bucky out on trips. One day when Bucky's twelve, they're taken by the crew of the HYDRA, run by Captain Pierce. Pierce kills Bucky's father and keeps Bucky as a slave. Several years later the captain from a rival ship (Steve) is captured by Pierce and he and Bucky fall in love

A/B/O post-winter soldier where the mask doesn't come off and the WS is brought into custody at Avengers tower by Natasha, and Steve falls in love with him without knowing he's his long-lost mate

Steve survives the war but Bucky still falls off the train. In the 50's the Winter Soldier has a mission in New York and on his way is spotted by Rebecca Barnes's daughter, who's eight and has been told all about her uncle Buck. The daughter finds it so amazing that this total stranger looks exactly like uncle Buck and pulls him along to meet Rebecca, who has a breakdown and persuades the Winter Soldier to come home with her. The Winter Soldier just kinda goes along with it because nobody's ever been nice to him and this lovely woman has promised him meatloaf and pie and for some reason he knows that he really likes meatloaf and pie. Becca calls up Steve and the Winter Soldier moves in with Steve because Becca can't look after her amnesiac brother on top of two kids and a third on the way

Big Eden Shrinkyclinks AU

I hope it's warm in hell, because darling I hate the cold

My dreams look like you - Steve and Bucky used to be best friends during high school but lost contact when Steve moved away - they meet again at a mutual friend's party when Steve moves back home

Steve and Bucky used to be together and are both masked vigilantes. They have a bit of a rivalry going but the fun kind where they both kinda wanna fuck. Neither of them know who the other is.

Post WS - Steve and Sam move back to NY to be closer to the other avengers. Sam starts noticing someone following him and watching him and he soon realizes it’s Bucky. Sam starts gently trying to get Bucky to interact with him and starts buying him sweet pastries. Soon Bucky becomes more comfortable and lets Sam help him recover as long as Sam doesn’t tell Steve

(NSFW) Steve is a knight who often visits a manor house where a disgraced Lady lives. The Lady was disgraced for her promiscuous and sexual appetites, but she's comfortably set up in the Manor. Steve visits because the Manor's on a path he travels often, and it's one of the only places to rest for the night. The Lady always sends a group of her servants to service her guests, and Steve is used to this by now. Bucky is a new servant who works in the kitchen who's sent to Steve's chambers with food, and he sits by Steve's bed and hand-feeds him as Steve is serviced. Steve never takes his eyes off Bucky. Each time Steve visits after that, they manage to see each other

Bucky chooses to forget Steve and has his memory erased, because it’s too painful for him to be around Steve when he thinks that Steve doesn’t love him. A few years later Steve picks Bucky up in a bar and pretends not to know him

Prompt: My husband thinks that our parents arranged this marriage. We’ve been married for ten years now, and for ten years he has thought this. I’m not sure how to tell him that my parents wanted me to marry his older brother but I fell in love with the younger brother (my husband) so I pretended to be my parents and sent his parents a letter asking for his hand in marriage. And then the wedding invitations were being made, and it was too late for my parents to do anything. And I was very happily married to my Husband, but he courted me for two years after our marriage not knowing that I was already in love with him.

Steve falls for vet nurse and animal lover Bucky despite being allergic to pretty much all household pets and trying to hide it

Shrunkyclunks - a few dates in Steve tells Bucky he's Captain America, but Bucky doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. He doesn't tell Steve he doesn't believe him and has a moral crisis about whether or not he should be dating someone with such strong "delusions". Steve just thinks he's hit the jackpot with supportive boyfriends.

Pirate Captain Bucky captures Navy Captain Steve from his ship and holds him for ransom (very homoerotically) (steve is confused and horny)

Steve is a warrior in his village who's come down with a mysterious illness. The townspeople send him to the "evil" witch who lives in the forest to see if he can be healed

Weird a/b/o

Hardly any Queen Omegas, those who are a threat to national security. Bucky is the WS working to murder hydra and Steve is sent to take the same hydra base that the WS targets

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The roommate

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Part III

Even though they have gone out to have dinner before, this time feels different somehow. Izuku tries to figure out why he feels like that; perhaps it's the way Todoroki insists on taking his hand or the fact that they walk into a very expensive restaurant.

"Shoto, I–"

"Don't worry, I'll pay," Todoroki cuts him off, tugging at his hand lightly to pull him inside. One of the waiters leads them to an empty table on the terrace.

"You don't have to," Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears as the waiter walks away to bring them wine. He knows that Todoroki, as a pro hero, makes way more money than he does, but that doesn't mean he should agree to this. "Honestly, Shoto... It's not really–"

"I want to," the pro hero assures him. "Please let me do this for you."

"Okay," Izuku nods, scratching his left cheek nervously; he decides to do something for him in exchange, perhaps he can persuade Hatsume to let him design a new costume for Todoroki as well.

During the rest of the evening, Izuku has the feeling that his friend is trying to tell him something, although whenever he looks at the pro hero in the eyes, Todoroki blushes to the tip of his ears and turns his head away.

Then, when they're back at the apartment Izuku has started to call home, he wonders if Todoroki is gathering the courage to finally kick him out. It's obvious he can live on his own now; he could probably buy the place if he wanted, but maybe he's too kind to tell Izuku to move out.

Honestly, the first time they moved in there, Izuku thought there was something wrong with the apartment or perhaps the area where it was because the rent they pay is nothing for a place like that one.

"It's... okay if you want me to go," he says after a while, prompting Todoroki to stare back at him in confusion. "I mean... If you want me to move out. I understand, just give me a month to find–"

In a second, Todoroki is in front of him, both hands on Izuku's shoulders, looking like he's in distress.

"No! Don't! You want to... go?" He asks, looking so sad suddenly Izuku can't help but caress his cheek with his hand.

"No, but I thought that was what you wanted to tell me."

Todoroki shakes his head before pressing their foreheads together.

"No. I actually want to live with you as long as you want," the pro hero mumbles, smiling fondly at him.

"You make it sound like living with you is a torture," Izuku chuckles. "I could tell you the same, you know?"

"No, because I will never get tired of you."

"But I will?"

"Maybe."

"Shoto!" Izuku scolds him, prompting the other to smile back at him. "Of course I won't!"

"I'm glad because I don't know how to live without you," Todoroki mumbles before pulling Izuku into a tight embrace.

Feeling as his cheeks turn completely red, Izuku wonders if his friend had a little bit more wine than he should have.

***

Uraraka looks from her phone to her former classmates. In the span of a couple of hours, it got even worse somehow.

Now everyone on Twitter thinks Midoriya is dating two pro heroes at the same time and the ones who don't believe that are arguing with others about whom he's really dating.

"I don't blame them," Kaminari narrows his eyes, looking down at his own phone. "They actually look like a couple in these new photos they took of him and Todoroki."

"That's because Todoroki has heart eyes all the time!" Ashido chuckles, although her smile fades away quickly. "But what about Bakugo?"

"I think we should ask him what his intentions are!" Iida cuts in, moving one of his hands up and down like he does whenever he wants to be serious about something. "Maybe he's just trying to become friends with Midoriya again."

"I don't think that's the case," Kirishima mumbles sincerely, looking a little bit worried.

"Well... I know we're worried about our friends... But even if they both want to date Midoriya, at the end of the day it's going to be his choice," Uraraka points out, looking serious. "We just have to be there for the one he ends up turning down, don't you think?"

"What if he doesn't want to date any of them?" Kaminari asks, looking like he's almost in panic.

"Of course he wants to date at least one!" Kirishima assures, always positive. "And that one is–"

"Bakugo!" Half of them says just at the same time the other half blurts out: "Todoroki!"

Oh no...

***

Izuku realizes the next evening, just as he sees Bakugo waiting for him outside the building he works at, that even though the pro hero is wearing casual clothes, he just came back from work, judging by the scratches on his face.

"Let me clean that up, Kacchan!" Fortunately, Izuku always brings something with him for these kind of situations because Todoroki has come back home in the same state a couple of times.

"Tch!" Bakugo tries to move away the first time, but once his eyes meet Izuku's he sighs and gives in. Since he's really tall, he has to lean down a bit in order for Izuku to reach the cuts on his face. "So... You're dating half and half now?"

"Who's... Oh!" In a second, Izuku realizes whom he's talking about, because Bakugo nicknamed everyone when they were kids as well and it was always based on their physical appearance. "Twitter again?"

"Yeah, they say you're dating..." for some reason the pro hero blushes and hesitates before continuing: "him. They're saying other stuff too, but that's not important."

Izuku sighs, gently tilting Bakugo's head to clean up the last cut; it's so weird to see him so compliant, he wasn't like that at all when they were kids.

"No, we're just friends," he finally says and reminds himself to stay away from Twitter.

A grin quirks up the pro hero's lips at the same time Izuku finishes patching him up.

"So... Where are you taking me?"

Rubbing the back of his neck like he's nervous, Bakugo leans closer to the green haired man.

"Actually... I was thinking about taking you to my apartment and cook something for you," he mumbles.

"I think it's an excellent idea!" Izuku beams, that way no one will take pictures of them again. "Oh! I remember you loved to watch your Dad cooking! I bet you're as good as him now!"

His words make Bakugo chuckle; the nervousness seems to have vanished because a confident smirk appears on his face.

"You'll see, nerd! I'm way better now! I'm the best!"

That's the Bakugo he remembers. Oh, he really had missed him a lot.

***

So... Pro heroes really make a lot of money, Izuku realizes as he walks in Bakugo's apartment. The place is really nice, even though he doesn't have a lot of things, at least not in the living room. It has also a very nice view.

"It's amazing!" Izuku looks around, trying not to look too excited, but he feels like he's failing miserably. When he finally sits on the couch, he realizes Bakugo has been watching him with a fond smile on his face.

"I like that look in your eyes."

"What look?"

"That one. It hasn't changed. Your eyes shine whenever you're excited about something."

Izuku can't help but blush; he tries to look at the window so Bakugo doesn't notice how flustered he is.

"They don't shine."

"They do. Like emeralds." Bakugo insists stubbornly. His voice sounds dangerously close so Izuku keeps looking anywhere but at him. "Always liked that."

Feeling the urge to talk about something else, Izuku takes out his notebook and shows what he's been working on to Bakugo.

"I think we should upgrade your winter costume," he says, noticing the way Bakugo's eyes shadow with disappointment. "You need to be more protected from the cold so you don't get slowed down during those months."

"You're such a nerd," Bakugo mumbles fondly, before heading towards the kitchen. "Well, keep working on that while I make dinner."

It's weird, but Izuku feels suddenly cold for a moment and wonders why Bakugo doesn't seem to be as happy as a couple of minutes ago.

***

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oooh!! WIP 9 is actually something I had forgotten about! Thanks for bringing it to my attention XD

iirc I wanted to write a night hunt with xue yang and xiao xingchen, they went off to investigate a fur seller whose family was haunted by a fox yao

(tbh I think this might have been the initial idea from which A Comedy of Yi City Errors sprouted, I took the concept and just... made it crack. add song lan in the mix for some fun XD

it's not very long, so I'll just put what I have so far under the cut :)

Prompt: A fur merchant needs help deal with a yao. A-Qing needs a new fur cloak for winter nights, The math is very simple, thinks Xue Yang, but Daozhang was never very good at adding up.

They were running low on wood. Xue yang noticed it, absent-mindedly, because he could see the lower cracks on the wall where they stored the logs. He hadn’t seen those until early spring last year, and they were barely in the middle of winter. That much, he was pretty sure of – last winter hadn’t been that fucking cold.

Oh, well. It was something to worry about tomorrow. A trip or two to the woods, find the driest logs and haul them back home. Now that his leg was healed, he could work much faster… Though, if he were to feel a bit under the weather -the cold did make his bones ache sometimes, particularly his hand’s- then daozhang would surely lend him a hand in the woods. In more than one way, if he played his cards right.

But for the time being, he just picked a couple logs and brought them to their little campfire before sitting in his spot, thinking of some ways to entertain himself. Next to him, a-Qing shivered. He thought of getting his knife and carving something out for her, maybe a new hairpin for the new year… but soon got distracted watching Xiao Xingchen, who was twisting and braiding twigs into a new basket. We should start selling those, thought Xue Yang. That’s the third one he’s made since the last one broke, they’re starting to pile up.

However, even working such menial tasks, Xiao Xingchen possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated him. It was the same beauty that he’d longed to ruin ever since the moment he’d laid eyes on him. That he got to ruin and defile whenever he wanted now, and in ways that didn’t leave lasting damage and actually had Xiao Xingchen beg for more.

Xue Yang knew some day he’d give the final blow, his crowning victory, and he’d get to see him crumble one last, definitive time. He certainly wanted his vengeance, but… not just yet. No need to rush. They could stay like that for a bit longer. Xiao Xingchen looking absolutely devastating, him mesmerized by the sight… and a-Qing, still shivering.

“Little Blind, if you keep trembling like that your arms will fall off” he said eventually 

 ((something something, segway))

The night is cold, and a-Qing shivers. She huddles up next to Xiao Xingchen, and Xue Yang is not one to miss such an opportunity, so he comes right along to his other side. They bicker over it (because of course they do) and she goes to sleep, with extra clothes tonight. Also a stone from the bonfire for added warmth. Xue Yang will be all the warmth Xiao Xingchen needs.

Next morning, they go to market and a-Qing pretends to bump against a fur stall. She’s in love with a white fox coat, and dares Xue Yang to get it at a discount. He says potatoes are easy, fur is fucking expensive, and it’s a wandering merchant, which means he doesn’t know him. Then she tells him to steal it (suggests, more like, and discreetly making sure Xiao Xingchen is nowhere in the vicinity), to which he asks who does she think he is. Then she threatens to cockblock him for the remainder of the winter, crying at daozhang that it’s too cold and she’d prefer to sleep with him, and see, that is effective.

Don’t you dare.

Just you watch.

Then he tries to haggle a bit, but the merchant is terribly shrewd and won’t give… (He also seems like someone who’s seen some serious shit, and therefore won’t be easily intimidated. At this point, Xue Yang is already thinking of murdering him on his way out of town and hiding his body in the forest, though he’ll have to find a convincing excuse for a-Qing’s and his own, and daozhang’s new set of furs. He’ll shower him with bloody presents!) Until he sees Xiao Xingchen, and he changes his tune immediately.

Merchant has a yao-related problem, it seems! And needs help, which he can’t find around because of the fucking sects being away, uncaring and fucking expensive. His house is two days away from here, but he’ll make it worth their while. With the fur coat, probably.

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5 $ 13 with Christopher Robert

Merry Christmas (C.E)

A/N: Thank you for the request darling. This is an ask from the prompt list that I have uploaded on my account and I hope you all enjoy it. My requests are currently open for this list and I would love to write about them. They can be about Chris Evans, Tom Holland and Harry Styles. The next one that I'll be working on is one of my own drafts and then the asks. I'm really excited about them. Can't wait for y'all to read it. Love you guys!!

Prompt 5: “Is that a smile I see?”

Prompt 13: “I want a baby.”

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Summary: You and Chris spend Christmas with Scarlett and her family. The little boy brings out your and Chris's desire to have a child of your own.

Warnings: just some tooth rotting.

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Christmas was a holiday that you have never particularly enjoyed. Maybe it was because your parents were separated and they didn’t let you actively participate in the holidays with their respective new families. Or maybe because everything bad happened to you on that day like when your first boyfriend broke up with you or you got into a car accident while shopping for presents.

However, they have started to hold a different meaning for you since the day you met Chris about three years ago. Instead of dreading its arrival, you now welcomed it. The first time he introduced you to his family was during Christmas and you knew that this was forever. He proposed to you on the following Christmas and you’ve never been more happy. This was your first Christmas together as a couple and you had decided to host a friend’s gathering as you both will be flying out to Boston tomorrow.

Many of your friends were busy with their families and so they couldn’t make it but Scarlett was coming with her family. You were excited to spend time with them, especially her kids. They both were adorable but you had a special connection with Scarlett’s youngest, Cosmo. You loved that kid to death and were so glad that you and Chris were his godparents. That boy really spiked your baby fever.

“Darling, they’ll be here any minute now.”

“The supper is all ready.”

“You mean suppeh, right?” The smug grin on his face told you that he was making fun of your accent, again. According to him, your accent was boring.

Rolling your eyes, you spoke again. “My accent is just fine. It’s yours, that’s weird.”

“Whatever you say, love but you have to admit that you find it quite sexy.”

“That I do.” Before you could kiss him, the doorbell rang throughout the house. You could hear Dodger’s excited barks, signaling that they were here. He was very fond of Scarlett.

Groaning into your shoulder, he lowly murmured, “Gonna take you away someday.”

“You definitely should. Now go get the door. I wanna see my boy.”

Chris playfully bit your shoulder and went to get them. He had to admit that whenever he saw you with children, something warm blossomed in his chest. The way you talked to them and loved them with all your heart, just made him imagine what you would look like with their child. One that is half you and half him. One that is created out of pure love. The thought alone made his heart blossom with hope and adoration.

You both had talked about children at the start of your marriage and had agreed that you wanted to spend sometime together alone as a couple before you had to take on other responsibilities. At that time, you didn’t put a date stamp on anything but Chris felt ready now. There were times when the words were just on the tip of his tongue but he got scared. He didn’t want to force you into anything and maybe it was still too early to breach the topic. But what he didn’t know was that you were ready. You’d been ready for quite a while but you also had the same concerns as him.

Many voices filtered in after a few seconds and one of the prominent ones was of Scarlett’s. “We got stuck on the Pike forever. Christmas traffic, I tell you.”

“It didn’t stop you from getting here so I say it wasn’t that bad.”

“Didn’t come here for you, Evans. Where’s my lovely (Y/N)?”

You butted into the conversation before they could get started with their usual banter. You swore they bickered more than anyone you knew but it was all playful. They loved each other more than their real siblings and you adored their bond. “Hey babe. How are you? Merry Christmas”

“Merry Christmas to you too. I’m fine, love. Just exhausted.”

“I understand and I’ve told you many times that we both can take care of the kids from time to time.”

“Gonna definitely take you up on that, (Y/N).” You all laughed at Collin’s eager response but you understood that the couple deserved some alone time as well. Besides, you didn’t mind looking after the two munchkins. You had already bought coloring books and kitchen set for Rose and a play pen for Cole. You would have gotten more stuff if you had time. There was a time constraint when the paps found out your location. Sometimes, you really hated them for ruining most things.

Chris got to make drinks for everyone and you sat together in the living room while Cole took a nap in the downstairs guest bedroom. Rose sat beside the coffee table and explored her new books. You all started talking about everything and nothing. It was just like old times when you were dating Chris. Scarlett was the one to introduce you both as you worked in her publishing crew. You both had become friends quickly and she started inviting you to her get togethers. That’s how you met your husband for the first time.

The baby’s cries interrupted your conversation and you got up before anyone. “I’ll go get him. Been dying to meet the little devil, anyway.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). He may need a bottle tho.”

“I’ll do it. Just relax.”

You made your way towards the kitchen where Scarlett had kept his bottles and then went into the room. Cole’s face was scrunched up in an unpleasant frown with his eyes screwed shut. Picking him up, you rocked him gently in your arms and fell in love with him a little more when he gazed at you with his innocent, brown eyes. He definitely was one of the main reasons you wanted to be a mother.

“Hey, sweet boy. Are y’hungry? Yes, you are. Aren’t yeh.” The four month old cooed at your words and made grabby hands towards the bottle. Feeding him, you softly spoke again. “Y’were so hungry, weren’t you? Hungry li’l fella.”

After sometime, when you didn’t come out with the baby, Chris excused himself. The man couldn’t live two seconds without you and it was obvious who held all the power between the couple. He was whipped from the moment he met you and he knew that you were it for him. No one could replace you and he hoped dearly that you all will be able to start with a new chapter real soon.

“How’s the little guy?”

Looking at him, you replied with a soft voice. “Just about done. Will you burp him while I wash my hands.”

“Sure, love.” He carefully took the baby from you and placed him on his shoulder while you gave him his blanket. Softly burping him, Chris quietly hummed a Christmas melody into his ears and you watched from the bathroom doorway. He was such a pro and you could picture him doing this with both your child.

“Let’s go outside.”

“’kay. Wait, (Y/N)!”

“What happened?” You went towards them and saw what your husband was looking at so fondly.

“Is that a smile I see, little fella?” Surely enough, Cole was smiling while looking towards the two of you. Maybe he found your talks silly or he really like you both. Whatever the reason, you were glad that you got to see his toothless, liitle grin.

“He really likes us, Chris.”

“Yes, he does!” Tilting the baby in his arms, your husband playfully blew raspberries in his tummy. Cole let out a delightful squeal and tried to get away from him.

Enchanted by the sight in front of you, the words left your lips without your knowledge, “I want a baby.”

“Wh- What?”

There were not many times when Chris Evans was left speechless but this was surely one of them. The man couldn’t believe his ears at the moment. You wanted a baby. His baby. You were ready. This will take your relationship a step further and Chris couldn’t wait for it. This all truly felt like a dream to him; a beautiful one at that.

“Didn’t mean to blurt it out and I know that you might not want it right now. I completely understand if you don’t want to have a bab-” A kiss stopped you mid tracks and you quickly responded to it. However, you stopped it before it could get more serious. There was a baby in the room, after all.”

“I want to have kids with you. Wanted all of this from the moment I met you, darling.”

“I love you, Chris.” This man truly was the owner of your heart and soul and you wouldn’t change a thing. "Merry Christmas, babe."

“Merry Christmas, darling. And I love you too. Shall we start trying right now?”

“Chris!” Gently swatting him on his shoulder, you smiled up at him. “After the guests leave, promise.”

“Let’s go eat then. The quicker we get rid of them, the quicker I can put a baby in you.” Laughing at his words, you took the baby from him and went to join the guests outside. To say the least, this was another truly memorable Christmas for you and it was all thanks to Chris Evans: the love of your life, your husband and soon to be the father of your children.

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Sleepover

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Reader Prompt: "Not a cuddler my ass."

You struggled a little to carry your bags up to Liv's front door. The call that Liv wanted you to come and stay with her had been a welcomed one. You had been gone for nearly a year and had isolated yourself practically the entire year. You had returned on the Monday Night Raw after Extreme Rules, but had yet to really do anything other than appear at various shows. You hadn't wrestled yet, but technically, you weren't cleared to get in the ring yet. You had nearly died due to an injury a few months before your release, and Bray had been the one to pick you out personally to come back with him. He wanted you to be a part of his plan, and you knew that once it really got going, not even Liv would want to touch you with a ten foot pole.

"I get that you're strong again, but do you want some help with that?" Liv asked you. She reached out to take one of the bags from you, but you pulled it away. She scoffed as she stepped aside to let you in. You set the things for the living room down by the couch and brought your clothes up to Liv's spare bedroom. Unsurprisingly, you had a visitor waiting for you there already. Piggles had always liked you, and whenever you came over, he'd spend 90% of his time following you around. Liv thought it was cute, especially since you claimed to not be very good with animals. Truthfully, you weren't good with people. You had just never really grown up with other animals in your life.

"Alright, what are we doing tonight?" you asked Liv. She pressed a button on her remote and showed you the queue of horror movies the two of you would be watching. There were the ones you knew Liv picked out for herself, and then a few that she had heard you and Bray talking about together. You knew that a couple of the titles would have been a bit much for normal people, but Liv was becoming a lot more like you than she had been before.

"I'll make us some popcorn, you get the couch warmed up," Liv told you. You rolled your eyes as you sat down on the couch. Liv would insist on cuddling with you, despite your insistence that you weren't a cuddler. You did a lot of things for Liv that you wouldn't do for anybody else. Even this visit for the week was out of your comfort zone, but maybe you could convince Liv to join you when the time came. People would either be on your side or against you, and you didn't want to have to make an example of Liv.

You waited for Liv to come back before you started up the first movie. It was pretty early in the day, so the two of you got through two movies before it started getting dark. Once it got dark, Liv switched the TV over to one of your movies. The two of you weren't drunk, but you were definitely buzzed. You felt good, especially with Liv laying on top of you. You didn't know why you found it so comforting to have Liv close to you like this. Sometimes, you wished that you were brave enough to just lean over and kiss her, but you never did. There was no way in your mind that Liv would have reciprocated your feelings. Sadly, you sighed and shifted a little, causing Liv to back away from you.

"Come here," Liv said. She pulled you into her arms and stroked your hair as you started to drift off to sleep. Usually, it took you hours to fall asleep, but in Liv's arms you were happily asleep in minutes. Liv smiled as she looked down at you to find that you were fast asleep. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then turned slightly away from the TV. Your arms tightened around her waist as you tried nuzzling your head even closer to her. "Not a cuddler my ass. I love you Y/n."

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #liv morgan imagines #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan x reader #liv morgan

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sharing clothes - ei, diluc, kaeya, and thoma

my part of @starglitterz's fluffvember event! sorry for the lateness aha,, i was at thanksgiving with my family this week

so without further ado, prompt #24, sharing clothes, with ei/raiden shogun, diluc, kaeya, and thoma! gn reader; mentions of bra's in kaeya's part (not suggestive though dw)

warnings: spoilers for the inazuma archon quest

EI

- starts out with you telling her she probably needs more casual clothes

- you only ever really see her in formal attire, and considering she hasn't left tenshukaku in quite a while, you figure it might be beneficial for her to wear something, well, a little more comfortable

- so you show up one day with some of your extra comfy clothes

- "dear... what are these for? i appreciate the gesture but i am quite alright with my current attire"

- "yeah but you can't possibly be comfortable in the same clothes every day. i brought you sweatpants."

- "sweat... pants?"

- ei is extremely hesitant at first, but once she puts them on you can see the excitement in her face, no matter how hard she tries to hide it

- from now on whenever you spend the night with her, you always leave with one less article of clothing. at first you thought you just somehow were extremely forgetful, but after a while you noticed the pattern.

- "ei, have you been stealing my clothes?"

- "i suppose you could call it that. i prefer the word 'borrowing.' i'll give them back eventually, but i do like them. they remind me of you."

- she keeps them.

DILUC

- gives you his coat whenever you're cold

- shhhh it's ok he doesn't need it, he has a pyro vision. he'll be fine.

- and it smells nice

- eventually it gets so frequent that once the weather starts getting colder, you just end up leaving the house with his coat on...

- he doesn't mind at all, he finds it really adorable

- it gets to the point where he asks you if you want his coat or your own coat when you go out

- (the answer is always his of course)

- and then you start stealing his shirts

- diluc notices immediately and confronts you about it. why are you stealing his shirts

- well sir they are comfortable and yours what more of an explanation do you need

- he just kinda sighs and gives you a kiss on the forehead

- please just tell him before you steal a shirt

KAEYA

- loves it loves it loves it

- he'll steal your clothes too don't get me wrong. but he also loves seeing you in his clothes

- you'll walk in on him putting on your shirt and he'll just totally deny it. what no. there's no way it's yours he just happens to have a totally identical one. come on now.

- bonus points if you wear bras he'll steal those and model them for you. you try to tell him off for it but it's just too funny

- you're the type of couple that one of you will have everything in the wash and be like "yo babe can i borrow a t-shirt"

- though if it's you asking kaeya will ask for a kiss in return 100% of the time. he's just like that

- very good about keeping your clothes clean though! if he borrows something of yours and IF he decides to give it back (big if) he'll return it in perfect condition so you can't be mad at him

- 7/10 might steal your clothes forever

THOMA

- you steal his jacket

- at first he's like !!! nooooo give it back please not the jacket sobsob (it's special to him)

- but then he looks at you longer in it and you PROMISE you'll take good care of it and he squints

- oh no. it looks ridiculously hot on you

- okay so maybe you can borrow it every so often

- and in return he will steal something of yours

- clothing exchange time bay bee. he chooses a hoodie and doesn't take it off for like a week. you have to remind him to wash it

- people around the estate see him doing chores without his jacket on. is it total eye candy? yes and they have you to thank for it because you're doing commissions with the very same jacket draped over your shoulders

#💗 — fluffvember 2021 ! #ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #baal x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #tohma x reader #ei genshin #ei #raiden shogun #baal #baal genshin #diluc #gi diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #gi kaeya #thoma #gi thoma #thoma genshin #gi tohma #tohma #ei hcs #diluc hcs #kaeya hcs #thoma hcs #ei fluff #kaeya fluff #diluc fluff

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Im not even gonna go anonymous anymore. Arghh asking for another request makes me feel guilty knowing you have an essay due so i'll just present you a little prompt!

Being immortal and outliving people you love, you know the drill. It must be sad and lonely. But you know what i feel like would be devastating? Just imagine Teyvat in a time loop. Meeting your friends for the first time, getting know them, hearing their plans and ambitions, sticking with them through dark times, falling in love... Reader just happens to be the one to witness all of it over and over and over again.

Don’t worry about it! I’m horrifically avoiding it right now. I’ll probably have some lunch and do some more of it after lunch. I’m talking about things I enjoy so hopefully it wont take up too much of my brain and we’re going to ignore the graphic novel I have to create in 2 weeks too lmao I’m a professional procrastinator

I have a bit of an idea with this so I hope you don’t mind it being platonic and with the Mondstat guys either. I’m going to reference a previous set of headcanons where you’re the leader of the winds. The two writings aren’t related relationship wise though.

Pairings; (Platonic) people of Mondstat x reader

Warning(s); angst

Keep reading under the cut!

You had done this cycle millions of times before. Before you even became the leader of the winds, when you were just a small spirit. Much like your friend Barbatos.

And while the archon of this land could sleep for thousands of years at a time you had elected to protect his people from the dangers that the god of freedom was too asleep to do anything about. And in fairness you can understand why Barbatos has been asleep many a time to avoid his brain contaminating with similar ideals to Decrabain. You can’t blame him really...

But you’re so horrifically lonely. And it’s not like you’re surrounded by an absence of people. In reality you often find yourself over compensating for your loneliness. Nights are often spent in the tavern conversing with mortals that you can’t quite understand.

You half wish you could ascend to Celestia, at least there you can be merry with fellow immortals and not have the constant threat of losing a friend dear.

You have known the Ragnvindr family for many generations. It’s not like they are hard to notice. Bright red hair and, more often than not, a sweet, bubbly personality. Not many of the Ragnvindr’s have been blessed with visions, but they all make their way through life the best way possible. And while they seem to show similar thought processes to the previous anemo archon, especially considering the fact they basically own the alcohol industry in Mondstat, and more recently Teyvat in her entirety. But when you see the family treating their employee’s so well and with a great wage you can’t help but think maybe humanity can move past the age of dictators. Or at least the humans of Mondstat.

The newest Ragnvindr, Diluc had always caught your eye. You had helped babysit both him and his brother while you weren’t busy reminiscing in memories of old mondstat and slaying monsters of your home. The air of change hangs heavy on the air when you’re around them, it seems like the winds you lead are trying to tell you something that you can’t yet decipher.

Until the day comes when you can. Seeing a broken, sobbing Diluc shut you out of his home not only made you sad. But, it infact reminded you that you shouldn’t get too close to mortals. For, like your friend Crepus’, mortal life is fleeting. 

You’ve seen many stories over the years, but there’s only so many times you can hear the same story before they all meld together.

Take Amber for instance, decided to become an Outrider because of her Grandfather. How many times had you heard that story? Someones grandfather joined the knights and inspired them? Too many to count. And as much as you want to remember Ambers story, you already know, like all the others, her memory will meld with the others. 

Kaeya’s story isn’t one you’ll forget quickly, especially when the deeds of  Khaenri'ah weigh heavy on your mind. Though you have seen a small handful of changing of alliance stories in your lifetime his is probably the one that’ll stick the most. Especially when the memory of him crying in your arms after the man he considered a father died. 

There’s this one young girl you remember from centuries ago. She reminds you of Barbara a lot. Carefree, loves the people she works for. Just this girl was born a few millennia too early. She was apart of the Windblume resistance alongside the bard Barbatos fashioned himself after. You had attempted to smuggle the girl out the fortress many a time yet she always wanted to help. 

Sometimes when you watch Barbara sing you can’t help but cry over a girl you considered your first friend after becoming leader of the winds. Barbara is under the impression that you hate her because of how you avoid the girl. But being constantly reminded of someone you couldn’t save in the end makes you so sad. You’re not sure how Barbatos copes with donning the face of a friend when you can barely look at the face of someone who reminds you of a lost friend.

Razor sits fondly on your mind. He reminds you of the people you did actually save in old Mondstat. You remember checking in on a handful of refugees that you had to hide in old caves and how easily they had climatized to foraging for food. Whenever you see Razor you’re reminded of another young boy who went missing millennia ago who was later found to have been raised by bears. 

Through the centuries you’ve become good at pairing up couples. You seem to be able to point out people who will later enter a marriage. You’re not sure if soulmates and reincarnation exists, but that’s your only explanation being able to point to couples so easily.

You wonder for an immortal like yourself would be blessed with a soulmate. Especially considering you weren’t originally in a humanoid form. Maybe there’s some thousand wind out there for you that you’ll never be able to meet and fall for because of this form.

Your mind stretches to Barbatos whenever you think this but you never let yourself linger on it for too long. Lord Barbatos doesn’t like commitment, and you’re very much content with that, yes sir. 

Your eyes often linger on Rosaria as you often ponder if she thinks she’s the only nun to have strayed from typical nun doings. You remember telling a small Rosaria tales of Decrabains nuns and how they helped with the resistance against the tyrant. You wonder if that’s what gave her the idea to stray from typical nunnery. 

You smile upon Lisa fondly, a bright young woman with aspirations as high as the stars. Much like Rosaria you remember telling a young Lisa about alchemy and sorcery. She had such a knack for it, and seeing the woman return after only two years of study was a little disheartening. But you’re sure there will be people after her who will have similar aspirations with better outcomes. It’s not unlike you’ve seen people scurry their lives away in the pursuit of knowledge. You can understand her want for a different life.

As much as it hurts you in the end most, if not all, the people of Mondstat have buried themselves in your heart. And like you have done countless times before you’ll have to move on from them once you’re dead, no matter how much it hurts. Your mind ponders to Adeptus Xiao of Liyue. He’s under a similar curse to you. The curse of being alone while being surrounded by people. You wonder if that’s why Xiao has distanced himself from mortals.

And as much as you feel like you should take a page out of his book, you find yourself falling in love with Mondstat’s citizens over and over again.

#genshin impact #plationic #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #amber x reader #razor x reader #venti x reader #rosaria x reader #lisa x reader #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin amber #genshin razor #genshin venti #genshin rosaria #genshin lisa

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agate.

dialogue prompt #8: “Woah... are you okay?”

pairing: idol!taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships

word count: 1,046

warnings: nudity(?)

summary: a selfcare night with your boyfriend

a/n: I'm kinda thinking about making banners for each of my oneshots (?), it'll take some time but I would like to put more effort into presentation of my fics so....yeah. I was so warm and fuzzy when I wrote this piece and it's honestly one of the things I hope all bts members get when they date. also lowkey an inspiration from tae’s song ‘sleep’ which he tweeted out of nowhere. I still remember I slept so well the night he posted ;-;. Also I'm trying to get a posting schedule as I get consistent with writing. It's mondays and fridays at 7am kst.

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“Woah... are you okay?”, you move closer to him, he looks visibly tired and panting for his breath, “What happened?”.

“Don't stress love”, he fakes a smile, “I'm alright”.

You cross your arms against your chest to gesture him you are not buying his reasoning. And when he is twisting his face into pain while bending down to remove his shoes, you are quick on your knees to untie them.

“Hang on I got this...was there dance practice today?”

“Yeah...”, he whispers, his breathing still staggered.

“Thought so”. You hold his waist while he leans his weight on you to walk over to the couch.

“Do you feel like taking a warm bubble bath?”, you ask, mentally preparing to join him.

“Not really. I just...I just need to go to bed. I'll take a quick shower”

Taehyung feels bad because he knows how much you enjoy couple bubble baths. Moreover he has not kept up with his responsibilities of a boyfriend with a comeback right around the corner. He feels really detached during times like this. It does pass after a while and you are happy and content and days are again filled with cute dates and lots of love. But it's just hard sometimes. And he feels his chest tightening at the thought now. He isn't sure how you felt about this phase. How do you cope with him not being around for so long?

Taehyung gets up from his seat to act upon what he just said. For a brief second he feels dizziness and before he could fall face first on the ground you catch him.

“Let me help you cleaned up Tae”, you plead, “Let me take care of you tonight, I can't watch you struggling like this”.

He gently nods knowing there is no alternative to that. His hold on you tightens, turning himself to you slowly for a hug. He feels quite foreign to this feeling now, and also somehow pulled back into his home at the same time.

“I'm sorry”, he mumbles. His words incoherent when he buries his face on your shoulder.

“Why baby? What's on your mind?”

He hums when your fingers lace on his hair. He wanted to say a lot of things but he is lost.

“I'm a bad boyfriend”

Your eyes shoot up and you immediately peel his face off your shoulder to cup his cheeks and look him in the eye.

“Hey...you are amazing Tae. What is making you think this way hm?”

“I...”, he trails of, not reaching any apparent sentence and you know it's your turn to fill in the words.

“You think too much. The burnout is getting to your head. Let's shower together and cuddle and you'll be alright okay?”

He smiles at how soft you sounded, as if you were talking to a child. He gives you his boxy smile, both of you breaking into a fit of giggles.

After stripping him and yourself, you stand next to him under the warm water, constantly holding his body in case he falls limb. And you find his soft touch on your waist, drawing hearts and shapes on your skin there.

“Here”, you take the loofah, lathering it with his body wash, “Tell me if your muscles hurt okay?”

“Okay”, he smiles, though he is completely convinced it is impossible for you to hurt him. Your movements are so soft, he sometimes giggles when it starts tickling.

You make him sit on the edge of the bath tub to give his shoulder a quick massage. His muscles were really tense and you smile seeing him sigh in releif when they are loosening up.

“I'll get us bathrobes”, you step out after cleaning yourself, not bothering to switch the body wash so you end up smelling like him.

Wrapped up in the fluff material, you pull him into the bedroom, seating him at the edge of the bed while you squirt hearty amounts of moisturizer into his skin. He never bothers to be consistent with skincare routine, since gifted with naturally beautiful canvas of honeyed skin, but he is endeared them when it was your hands rubbing goodness into his body. And just like always, you end it with a sweet kiss to his forehead.

“Should I help you with the clothes?” you ask, carrying his t shirt and shorts to him while having your own clothes in another hand.

“I'll do it. Thank you love”

Seeing him comfortable in his pjs, you take another towel to dry of his hair. Parting his legs a bit you make room for yourself to stand between them and dry his brown locks.

Taehyung takes the opportunity to hug your waist, and steady his upper body by leaning his head on your torso. You feel his grin against your chest when he sniffs in his signature scent on your body.

“Let's get you to bed hm?”, you pat his head playfully and adjust the temperature of the room.

“Can I lay on you?”, he asks, voice hinting he is close to drifting off any second.

You lay back on the bed comfortably opening your arms, “Come here”.

He plops his face at the crook of your neck, the rest of his body pressing against you slowly and limbs tangling into each other.

The bed dips accordingly to support his weight, making you feel comfortable in the position.

Taehyung is the one who usually ends up being the big spoon. Being a couple where both wanted to be active givers can get humorously competitive at times. So finally having these moments where you realize you can be a source of comfort is the happiest thing there is.

You feel him kiss your neck multiple times where his face rests, making you ticklish.

“Y/n...”,

“Hmm?”, you feel his heart beat quickening against your own, his frame vibrating whenever he speaks.

“Good night”, he simply states. Though you know he had a lot at the tip of his tongue. Maybe another time.

“Good night Tae. Sleep well”, you kiss his head, engulfing in his warmth and hands slowly rubbing on the curve of his back. And when you feel him still and breathing even, you drift to sleep as well. Content and happy.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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[rogue-durin-16]

AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part V/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

Tags:

An unusual year: @natural-hearts @manuosorioh @lumos-solemn @westyywifee @whiskeyn-rain @warlock--protection @gossip-girl-ecr @fandomscombine @birdy944 @28cnn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: a little angst, a little snogging 👀

A/N: maybe a bit longer than I expected but it's alright. Also I might write an addition to this story, not sure tho. I hope y'all enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it <3

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Part II

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Part IV

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"Y/n! Come sit with us?" George waved at me from the Gryffindor table as I entered the Great Hall, prompting me to sit across him and Angelina, and besides Fred. "Where's Mathilda?" He asked as I got closer, leaving my books on the wooden surface.

"She's feeling unwell." As I sat down, I noticed George's arm around Angelina and I couldn't help the knowing grin that tugged the corner of my lips. "The date exchange at the Ball turned out well, huh?"

"I could say the same about you." He wiggled his brows at me with the same grin I had.

I felt a sudden rush of panic going through my body. My eyes traveled to the boy by my side, who was oddly quiet, and I found him already peeking at me.

"Meaning?" I decided to play dumb, taking a bite of my golden slice of toast whilst ignoring the intending gazes of the couple in front of me.

"You two were having a great time last night." Angelina jumped in, leaning over her table. "Didn't see you coming back, Fred." She added, redirecting her eyes to the ginger.

"I did." His brother laughed. "I daresay you two had an intense night." I felt my cheeks reddening, not finding enough strength to meet George's look. "It was about time, really."

I was startled by Fred abruptly standing up. "See you in class." The curt reply he offered before fleeing shocked all of us; specially his brother, who, with a polite apology, left me and Angelina to go after his twin.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask." She spoke quietly.

"I don't have an answer."

I feared she would see through me. I hadn't lied, but my gut told me whatever happened had to do with the change of demeanor he had at the end of our night out.

I wouldn't say it out loud but a part of me began to worry.

The worry stayed throughout that entire week, guilt joining it at some point. Fred's attendance in Charms, Astronomy and Potions had decreased; I had only see him attend once to Astronomy. The only thing he did was play with his quill and, whenever he thought I didn't notice, stare at me.

Ironically enough, we started spending most of the time together; after the winter break, George had incorporated both Mathilda and me to their friend group, which, in different circumstances, would have been great.

Alicia Spinnet gained special interest on my best friend; Lee Jordan would joke about Slytherins and Gryffindors getting together, and Angelina— well, she seemed happier now that she could hang out with all her friends at the same time.

Fred was miserable. Everyone could see it, yet they did their best to cover it up.

George would overcompensate his brother's attitude by being louder and paying extra attention to me, but it worsened the situation.

I wanted to ask Fred what was wrong, but then again we weren't even good friends, so was it really my place to ask?

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George had proposed a trip to Hogsmade a couple of days ago and we all agreed on going, but the day came and Fred wasn't there.

His brother alleged he had a terrible headache and had chosen to stay in bed. We all saw through his excuse, and once more no one said a word.

It was that night that George came to look for me.

"—well then, go get her!" His shouts got into the common room when a second year entered..

"What's this about?" I inquired, coming out to the hallway to see the ginger about to throw hands at my prefect.

"I need you." He stated, quickly losing interest on whatever the prefect had to say. I only nodded and motioned him to move with me far from the Slytherin door. "You have to speak to Fred now." He almost pleaded, a frown of worry forming on his face.

"Sure— wait, now?" I stared at him in confusion.

"Sorry, I know it's late" his apology didn't mean he would ask me to do it in the morning instead.

I let out a sigh before inquiring, "Where's he?"

"The Astronomy tower, I believe." He replied.

"Alright," I said more to myself. "I'll go grab my jacket." He murmured another apology and a thank you before heading off to his House.

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I came to a halt at the top of the stairs when I saw him sat against the wall, his knees pulled to his chest with his arms around them, and his face buried between them."Hey there, stranger."

He raised his head, letting his eyes and nose be seen."Who gave me away?"

"George."

"Tosser" he muttered, taking his gaze to the levitating bundle of newspaper on fire that was probably keeping him somewhat warm up there.

"Is it that bad to see me now?" I took a couple of careful steps towards the boy.

"It's always that bad to see you."

"Odd for you to say that," I let myself slide down the wall to sit by his side with my legs stretched out. "given how much you stare."

"Touché." He replied, the ghost of a smile breaking through his depressed demeanor. "What are you doing here?"

"What's wrong?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second." He raised his brows at me and it was my turn to avert my eyes from him. "I'm... Worried. About you."

When I shivered due to the wind flowing through the tower, he scooted closer and moved the little fire with his wand for it to be in the middle.

"You're all dejected and sulky," I explained. "You barely attend to our classes together, and if you do, you don't pay attention." I felt him shift uncomfortable by my side. "I'm... I'm gonna regret this— I miss you being a bloody nuisance."

"I knew you loved it." His teasing, though it was meant to be funny, sounded almost painful.

"now, what's wrong?" He shrugged, his chin resting over his forearms. "Listen, if you're not gonna tell me, it's fine, but at least tell George."

"Are you thick?" The bitterness in his tone took me aback. "Y/n, I fancy you." He hid his face between his arms. "quite a lot, actually." He added in a mumble.

"I figured that at the ball, you know?" This time it was me who scooted closer. "Tell me that's not the reason behind this."

"Would you like me to lie?" He questioned, shame slipping out with his voice. "I'm a very good liar you wouldn't even question it." He took a deep breath before looking back up, stretching one of his legs and leaning against the wall. "At the ball, I tried to start something." He began, fidgeting with his hands. "I... This never happened to me, so I wasn't- I didn't know what I was doing, but I thought I was making it clear." He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "But when I left you—"

"You know I fancy you too, right?" I tilted my head, searching for his eyes. "As in, more than a one time thing."

"That I didn't know." I felt a pang of guilt, realizing that unconsciously I had played a big part on this.

FRED'S P. O. V.

We stayed in silence.

It wasn't an unsettling silence, but the air weighed over us due to the tension floating on it; I needed to defuse it, otherwise it would crush me.

My heart hammered against my chest while I extended my arm to hold her hand on mine.

It's not meant to be nerve-wracking, I thought to myself as I pulled her hand away from her lap; we had already made clear we fancied each other.

The moment she put her head on my shoulder, the tension completely dissipated. I didn't notice the sigh that left my lungs when it happened.

"Didn't put you, Fred Weasley, in the I'm-a-bundle-of-nerves-with-girls category."

"Oh, shut it." I threw my head back, laughing for the first time in a couple of weeks.

"Never." She gave my hand a squeeze and I allowed my cheek to rest over her crown. "You could, of course, find a way to shut me up."

It wasn't her words that cracked me up, but the suggestive tone she used, which took me back to that night in the Duelling Room when I accidentally let slip my feelings for her for the first time.

I raised my head from hers. "Beg your pardon?" I played the fool, trying to hide the ghost of a smile when she shoot me a wide-eyed look. "What are you insinuating, woman?"

"Do you really wanna start the teasing now?" She gave me a warning glare.

"You've just said you missed it." I couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"I knew I was gonna regret it." She groaned, throwing her head back. My eyes, finally on her, traveled to her now exposed neck and collarbone. Though they weren't visible, I could see the trail of kisses I had left there just a few weeks ago. "Stop staring and kiss me."

It didn't take anything else for me to throw the levitating burning paper away and tug her closer by her hand.

The moment our mouths met, I slipped my hand away from Y/n's so I could led her thighs to straddle my legs.

A quiet moan escaped my lips when she rolled her hips against mines; my hands automatically traveled up from her thighs to her waist, pulling her flush against me.

The temperature in the high, cold tower had shot up all from sudden. Just as we were about to start discarding clothes, quick steps were heard climbing up the stairs.

"Fuck!" She whisper-shouted, practically pushing me away as she got up. "Move, move, move!" As she helped me up and we ran to hide, it dawned on me that we were way past curfew. That got me moving.

We waited for Filch to get to the top of the tower before running down as fast as we could.

"No time for goodbyes!" she warned as we rushed through the vast hallways with Filch after us. "See you tomorrow—"

Before she could sprint downstairs to the dungeons, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a side hall.

"You won't make it to the dungeons." I stated between pants, glancing at the path we had taken. I wasn't able to see the caretaker yet, but his pants could be heard. "Take the other stairs I'll distract him."

"You'll get grounded." She observed, her breathing as heavy as mine, if not more.

"Worth it." I curtly reply, feeling the corners of my lips twisting up.

"You know?" She pushed herself off the wall she had leaned against to catch her breath. "Sometimes you're really sweet."

"Quick!" I tugged on her hand, seeing Filch finally turn the corner. "Gimme a good luck kiss!"

She pulled me down and kissed my lips briefly before taking off in the other direction. I had to tell myself to shake off that stupid smile and run.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The next morning I eagerly made my way to the Great Hall with two goals; having breakfast, of course, and checking if Fred had made it to his House without getting caught.

I soon spotted the group, this time sitting on the Slytherin table.

Soon his eyes found me too, and without saying a word to anyone, he got up and jogged to meet me halfway.

"Did you make it?" I asked, standing way too close to him and therefore attracting some nosey looks.

"By a whisker." He responded, taking a look around before looking back at me. "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a drink after class." I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk. "We can use a passage to get to Hogsmade."

"Are you asking me on a proper date, Weasley?" I teased with my hands on my hips. "How cute."

He avoided eye contact, deciding to take another look around instead. "I swear if you tease me right now—"

"I'm free after four." I cut him off. "Now if you excuse me, I'm hungry." I passed him by, playfully bumping his shoulder, and made my way to our friends.

I didn't get far before his hands spun me around and cupped my cheeks, giving me a surprisingly deep kiss. "Are you gonna kill me?" He murmured, his lips still ghosting over mines.

"Oh, you know me so well." I replied, feeling my face heating up. We couldn't help but laugh when whistles and hollers came from behind me. "I might kill them too." I added, making fall into a fit of laughter as we pulled away in order to walk to where our friends sat. "I wanna have breakfast in peace." I warned them, sitting down with Fred by my side.

Everyone was giving looks at each other and trying to hold back the giggles, so I knew a comment was coming, but not from whom.

I could instantly tell I wasn't the only one shocked by the speaker. "But you just had him for breakfast." My best friend responded, faking confusion.

"I was just thinking about that!" Lee yelled, a bit too excited.

"Mathilda Foxglove—" I began, everyone cracking up.

"You are doomed." Fred finished, shoving a toast into his mouth to stop his laughter.

"It was worth it." She stated between giggles.

Fred gave me a side look with a half smile and I thanked Merlin no one could see the boy's fingers interlaced with mines under the table.

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