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burnt-scone · 1 month
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I see all these Zukka and Zukki fics where Zuko is traveling with the Kyoshi warriors as his bodyguards (usually Suki & Ty Lee sometimes Sokkas also a Kyoshi Warrior, but usually he's dressed normally)
Why hasn't there been a fic with Zuko disguised as a Kyoshi Warrior? And like if to be respectful, he trained w/ them & became a member like Sokka did.
I wouldn't put it past Zuko to do so. As a character, because of Iroh's influence, he studies other fighting & bending styles to help build his own.
Imagine bending fire w/ the fans.
Basically, I want Kyoshi Warrior Firelord Zuko, please and thank you.
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theyoungeragrippina · 4 months
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15 more gentlebeard fic recs!
that i have lovingly hunter/gathered for you all. may they act as sustenance for u in this drought.
they are all complete, do not feature any ongoing steddyhands, and are above 20k words.
peruse part 1 and part 2 at your leisure if you want to compare our tastes/devour more fine literature, or check out my masterlist as an ao3 collection.
happy reading!
it's what isn't in the name by @tciddaemina
41k, mature
"The first thing they see - apart from Captain Bonnet himself, all silked up and frilly and I sight in his own right - is the cat sitting primly by his ankles."
writing is top quality, the depth of understanding the author has for every character is unmatched. i have never felt so gutted to know a writer hasn't written anything else for ofmd.
clarity by @kat0nline
44k, explicit
"After an accident upends Stede and Ed's fragile new relationship, Ed fights to bring Stede back."
amnesia/memory loss fic done justice. mary continues to be the best and i love her. only note i wrote after i finished was 'screaming crying throwing up i love you author'.
you are at the top of my lungs by @ratchet
55k, explicit
"Ed has a simple life. He has a self-built, off grid, mostly self-sustaining house tucked away in the middle of a forest... the appearance of an incredibly nosy, incredibly handsome stranger three weekends in a row has him questioning every self-imposed rule he's ever set himself."
this is really a story about healing and hope and grief and love. one of my most favourite eds. this author makes me want to change my whole life, and in this case become an off grid chicken owner that grows food and has gay christmas dinners.
seven point three miles, also by @ratchet
20k (technically just under but it gets a pass because everyone should read it rn), teen and up
"Stede takes a job as a remote forest fire lookout in the summer following his divorce, with a plan to find out who he is, and what he wants his life to be. With the help of the enigmatic lookout on the other side of the forest, he ends up getting more out of the experience than he could ever have hoped."
when will this author receive their nobel prize in literature. i want to be a fire lookout now. i also want to scream and cry and maybe stare at the ceiling for five hours to process this fic. there is a reason everyone loves this fic.
fine dining by wishingonalightningbolt and sugarybowl
37k, explicit
"Edward Teach is one of the most famous chefs in the world, working under the handle Chef Blackbeard. Not one to be tied down, he does random pop-ups in all types of kitchens, and for the absurdly wealthy, he caters special events. Stede Bonnet wants to throw the best engagement party ever for his ex-wife and best friend, Mary. His assistant recommends the extravagant work of Chef Blackbeard."
my notes just say: 'ed is a chef and stede is a cute guy and they are cute together' and i think that is a pretty good summary tbh.
Old Bae Season by nomadsland
57k, explicit
"Ed picks Stede up at a bar for what ought to be a one-night stand, but it turns out they're attending the same academic conference the next day."
they are scientists and stede experiences self discovery. crab door knockers as a symbol of love. i love this fic because it made me smile so much (and want to get my life together, weirdly).
Vitalis by jfc_anna
29k, explicit
"Crown Prince Stede Bonnet. Reserved, anxious, and newly arranged to be married. A child is expected. Though, with the Prince’s lack of experience, is also highly unlikely. There are murmurs of an educator of sorts amongst the nobility, with raven hair and eyes like fire, who has been the cure of impotence and disagreeable attitudes. He has been called many names, whispered behind hands or between cracks in doors. Siren. Kraken. Devourer of Love."
short and sweet and so different from most other things i've read in this fandom. lots of flirting and pining and copious amounts of seduction.
all that might happen is here somehow by @sungmee
27k, teen
"Stede gets caught in a time loop at the moment where Badminton tries to shoot him."
i put off reading this because i thought i wasn't super keen on time loop fics. i was wrong. this is charming, and a little bit heartbreaking, and VERY well written, and i loved every word. don't make my mistakes. read this rn.
turn on the light by smallestchurch
55k, explicit
"Lighthouse Bookshop had been there seemingly since time immemorial. Over forty years at that spot, sitting proud, a beacon at the heart of the community, and when the old owner decides to sell, it's the perfect vessel for Stede's odd restlessness. And the building is connected to a famous cocktail bar run by a mad genius behind the stick."
smiling through my tears rn. i was so absorbed that the end of the fic came up on me like a jumpscare. stede and ed continue to be posterboys for maladaptive coping mechanisms. books & cocktails & outrageous flirting.
our tesco means death by @stedesparasol
21k, general
"Determined to prove he can earn a living without his family's wealth, Stede applies for a job at the UK's biggest retailer (probably). Hmm, I wonder who his supervisor will be... surely not a handsome bearded man sick of the retail grind until Stede joins his workplace and makes things interesting..."
so unserious and so funny. fuckin' brilliant. made me genuinely laugh out loud so much that my dad asked if i was okay.
Queen Anne’s Renovations and Remodelling by bythedamned
32k, mature
"Ed didn't know why Stede’s house had a room sealed off. Two decades gone, filled with the creation and destruction of things they'd never shared with each other, and Ed no longer had reading privileges to the Book of Stede. So he's left to wonder - what's in the room? Why is the door plastered over? And why does Ed remember kissing Stede on a make-believe ship they’d invented as kids?"
thank u sm to @okayestokapi for the rec!! i love the sort of magical-mystery vibe this carries the whole way through & the conclusion was so charming and clever. heaps of fun.
help me to find peace (tell me you're okay) by @percyjacksonfan3
38k, general
"Stede and the crew come to find Ed and make things right. Turns out Ed is doing the same".
i am simply a sucker for a good post s1 reunion fic, and this is up there with the best. it flows really well, the characterisation is so good, and it felt like such a natural continuation of the s1 story and character arcs!!
Invisible String by @dimplyowl
48k, mature
"Scourge of the Caribbean" has been Stede's favorite book series since he was 12 years old. Now, age 47, divorced, and an aspiring author, he turns back to the series to draw inspiration from the familiar story. But as he starts reading, he realizes that something is different. Blackbeard, the main character, is apathetic and depressed, and the story has changed. Even stranger still, Stede seems to be the only one aware that this change has occurred."
more magic realism!!!!! this is so much fun and such a clever idea (plus such clever execution)! lots of flirting and stede being flustered and cute dates.
The Lion, the Witch and the Auxiliary Wardrobe by @xoxoemynn
21k, explicit
"Edward "Blackbeard" Teach's foolproof strategy to get over devastating heartbreak: 1) bring a witch aboard the ship 2) get trapped in an auxiliary wardrobe with the man who broke your heart 3) well, you'll have to read to find out."
in this house we read everything em writes because it is all brilliant and hilarious, and this is no different. its silly and fun and still tender and sweet, and ed & stede get to be just as embarrassing as they deserve (also there is a currently updating work by the same author u should look at too - take it as an unofficial rec).
Due North by surprise pink (+ gorgeously illustrated by @sungmee who appeared earlier on this list!!!!!!)
28k, mature
"Burnt out from his corporate job and his miserable marriage, Stede takes a seaside vacation where he meets Ed, an artist who takes inspiration from strange dreams that feel like memories. A museum exhibit about Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate brings them together, but it doesn't feel like the first time they've met."
had me googling 'pirate museums near me???' urgently at 1am. romeo & juliet meeting through a fishtank/starcrossed lovers vibes. absolute oodles of pining. a joy of a time to read.
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mariahcarreyyy · 4 months
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how bitches be feelin after liking my post but not sending any requests:
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familyvideostevie · 2 years
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none but you
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you're reading aloud to steve when you realize you want to tell him something | 1.1k, fluff, fem!reader, thanks to jane austen for writing the most romantic love letter ever
Steve comes home from work looking absolutely beat. Still, he's got a wide smile for you when he spots you reading on the couch.
"Hi, Stevie," you call to him. He peels off his jacket and uniform vest, toes off his shoes, and makes his way over to you.
"Ugh," he says. You lean your head back and he kisses you upside down, sloppy and sweet, your nose bumping his chin. "Hi, pretty girl." He kisses you twice, three times, moving his lips to sprinkle the rest of your face with kisses until you laugh and push him off, turning to get a good look at him. He really does look tired, you think, though still unbearably handsome. Still Steve.
"How was work?" you ask. He waves his hand in the air as if brushing away cobwebs and makes a face. You laugh again. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Nah, not yet." He eyes the book in your lap before hoisting himself over the back of the couch and making you squeal. "Whatcha reading?" He makes a grabby motion as he slots himself into your side. He smells a little dusty, like the back room at Family Video. He must have been sorting all day.
"Persuasion. Didn't we read that in school?" he asks, flipping through the book, careful to keep a thumb in the page you marked when he came in.
"Well, I certainly did." He makes a face at you, mocking offense, before grinning.
"You got me. Guess you liked it, huh? Wanna read it to me now?" He's earnest as he asks, no hint of a joke in his eyes.
"Really? I'm almost at the end," you ask, a little breathless. You'll never get tired of how Steve makes you feel -- cared for, paid attention to. Like he'd be happy doing anything as long as you were there too.
Steve brings a hand up to your cheek, stroking his thumb over the blush forming at his request. "I don't need to know what's happening. Just want to hear your voice." His stomach grumbles and he looks down, surprised. "Maybe just one chapter, and then we'll make dinner." He winks at you before stretching out on the couch, settling his head in your lap.
"Okay," you say softly. This feels like a new kind of intimacy for the two of you, the way he wants to just listen to you talk to him as he unwinds. It fills you with warmth.
Steve's hair is soft as you gently run your fingers through it, scratching his scalp lightly. He moans a little at the sensation, preening like a cat.
"This cannot be a good angle," you mutter as he looks up at you.
"No bad angles, baby, trust me," he replies, but closes his eyes so you're not self conscious. You balance the paperback in one hand so you can keep your other in his hair.
"I was just about to get to my favorite part, actually," you tell him. "It's a love confession." You trace his cheekbones and he smiles.
"Don't keep me in suspense!"
"I can listen no longer in silence.," you start, keeping your voice soft. "I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope."
"Damn," grumbles Steve. "I gotta write you a love letter like this." You laugh and tell him to hush before continuing.
"Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death." You take a deep breath, embarrassed to find that tears have collected in the corners of your eyes. This part always gets you.
"I have loved none but you," you finish. It hits you then -- how perfect this moment is. How perfect the boy in your lap is. How much you love him. It overwhelms you for a second, like a wave. He's been through so much and he's still kind and wonderful and brave and yours.
"That it? That was like, four sentences." Steve says, pulling you out of your thoughts. You don't answer him, afraid that you'll sound choked up. "Babe?"
You swallow once, twice. "Have I told you I love you?" you say, thickly, looking down at him. His eyes pop open, unsure if this is part of the book.
He looks a little taken aback when he realizes it isn't. "Yeah, of course. You said so when you left this morning, remember?" He smiles a little at the thought, but keeps his eyes on you. "Why do you ask?"
"It's just --" you start, but find the words stuck in your throat. "You're so easy to love, okay? I would write you a thousand love letters, Stevie, if it would make you believe it."
"Woah, woah, woah," says Steve, sitting up quickly, turning to you and framing your face with his hands. "Where is this coming from? Are you okay?" he asks, concerned but gentle.
"Sorry," you mumble, trying to pull yourself together. A single tear runs down your cheek and Steve catches it with his thumb.
"Don't be sorry, sweetheart," Steve says. "I guess I just don't understand why you're upset."
"Not upset, Steve," you say, slow and steady so he hears every word. "Just reading to you, reading this letter, it made me feel it all at once, you know? How special you are, how lucky I am to love you, how easy it is to imagine loving you forever. And you deserve to know that. Every day, that you're wonderful and worth loving."
"Wow," Steve breathes. "Wow, okay. Okay, yeah." His pupils are wide, his cheeks a pink that travels down his neck and under the collar of his shirt. "I love you, too. You know that? The same way."
You nod in his hands and he leans in to kiss you sweet and slow before pulling away to settle back into your lap. This time he doesn't close his eyes, the thought of not seeing your face after all you just said a little unbearable. He wants to look at you forever.
"Start it over, will you? I want to hear the whole thing without your blubbering." You smack him gently on the chest and laugh a little wetly, and his hand catches yours and brings it to rest over his heart. You can feel it thump through his polo. You've no way to prove it, but you know your heart is beating in sync.
want to be added to my tag list for full-length (non-ask) fics? send me a message and specify for steve, eddie, or both! reblog, send feedback, requests open, masterlist here!
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hello!! hope you are doing great !!
i was just wondering if you could write some trans james. I only see trans regulus ones and never james. Have a nice day !!
Hello! I am doing very well thank you I hope you are too! I love this request so much, so here you are! Requests and asks always welcome! with love
About James (1/1) (jegulus)
"Did you always know?"
"About James? Oh yes. But he always knew, from the moment he could talk he would tell us, and correct us. Every stranger who would compliment him for being well-behaved, he would look up at me with big eyes and say "mama I'm a boy, tell them they are wrong." Effie reminisced.
"Mum," James said. An attempted caution but all fondness.
Fleamont chuckled as he set down four cups of tea.
"I'm sorry, James I asked," Regulus said thanking Fleamont as he passed him a cup. "It's just- well I know they aren't a very good baseline, but my parents were furious when Sirius... well actually my parents are always furious about Sirius." Regulus laughed lightly.
"It's alright dear," Effie said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder.
"He's just interested in you son, it's nice," Fleamont said.
"I know dad, it's honestly fine. Just pull back on the embarrassing kid stories please," James said.
"Wait there are embarrassing James stories?" Regulus antagonized, and Effie and Fleamont both laughed as his waggling eyebrows.
"Oh goodness," Effie said, "there are so many, where to begin," Fleamont finished.
"Parents, please behave," James said getting up.
He had been holding Regulus' hand, who didn't let go. As James got up Regulus let his arm be pulled around his head, until he was just one step away from having to pull apart. James turned to look at him, and Regulus met his gaze. Love and joy and something secret but sweet passed silently between them. Then, Regulus kissed James' hand and it was like everything else happening around them fell away for just a moment. As Regulus sat back up and James pulled away with a smile, the spell was broken.
Effie and Fleamont smiled at one another knowingly. They too had a similar magical ability to be looking at one another and forget about everything else. When they looked away, Regulus pretending not to watch but waiting expectantly.
"Do we tell him the story of how James tried to get his nani to teach him to sew so he could make all his skirts into pants?" Effie giggled a bit.
"Or about the time that he only spoke in rhymes because he thought that's how he would become a poet," Fleamont offered.
"Oh my Dad!" James groaned as he walked back in with a plate of biscuits.
But then the three of them burst into laughter. And when James looked at Regulus, at his star, into the stormy grey eyes sparkling now as the sun looked upon it, he couldn't even be bothered by what his parents were saying. Actually as Regulus was laughing and laughing, James realized he never wanted that sound to end.
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forevercloudnine · 2 years
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The more things change.... (The Brave and the Bold #183 vs. Detective Comics #822)
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Yallll okay so I got a request for a enemies to lovers with Spencer!! I’m not gonna lie I falling out of love with Spencer😔😔 send me requests also!! I have no thoughts in my brain. Some one tell me to finish this? any who here a sneak peak?!?
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You open your eyes feeling heat and weight to your right. You feel something under your back, and something wrapped around your chest. Your back is pressed against something and your ass is being ground against. You come to realize it’s Spencer, whimpering your name as he dry humped you in his sleep. You let out a loud laugh.
“Wha-“ Spencer says as he realized the situation. “I-“ he goes to say but is cut off by your laughs. “Shit.” He sighs and releases you from your grasp.
“What the fuck.” You laugh. Spencer rubs his nose bridge. “I'm sorry, what just happened?”
“You know what happened.” His voice is calm, too calm.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Just go back to bed.” He says turning over.
“Don’t you want to finish?” You say at first as a joke, but the way his head spins around you know he didn’t take it that way. His face is puzzled.
“What?” He sits up and you do the same.
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yourmamakira · 1 month
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Sometimes I feel like my Tumblr/wattapad Followers are just there for decoration.
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majorproblems77 · 2 months
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Opening writing requests!
The urge to write is strong, but the ideas are not. So I'm opening up my requests, but to challenge myself, I'm open to both Fluff and angst.
As a reminder
I write the LU Boio's, with Sky and Warriors the ones I've got the most experience in.
Give me something and if im okay with the request, I'll write a short ill story for you :D
Please know that if I dont do it is cause I'm not comfortable, and that's that :)
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reiderwriter · 9 months
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reiderwriter request guidelines~✨
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My requests are currently closed, but please refer to this post when you're writing your requests! Here's my masterlist, too!
Things to remember:
I only write for Spencer Reid currently. In the future, I hope to expand to writing for some other characters but I'm in my Reid brainrot era currently, so I won't take other character requests.
I write smut, fluff and angst, so you need to specify which genre you want. I've noticed a lot of requests just give an idea. To help me get a better idea of what you want, please give me as much detail as possible.
I have a full time job, but I try to respond to request as fast as I can. If you're wondering why I haven't written your request yet, do not spam or DM, it's probably coming but this account is not my priority, and it probably would never be.
If you're shy and request through anon, please drop an emoji in your request! It's not a hard requirement but I'd like to track whether you rerequest so I can see if you're enjoying my writing! And I think it's very cute 🤭
You can specify whether you want a standard fic or a set of headcanons.
If I post your request, let me know what you think about it, either through the asks or through the replies/ tags! Nothing would make me happier, really, than knowing what you thought of the fic you wanted! 🥰
Please don't send me requests other writers have rejected. If you have an idea that you're super invested in, please try writing it yourself! But, especially if there's no other message and I can tell the request has been copied and pasted, and you haven't even said like "hi" in the message, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
HARD-NO'S. Do NOT request any of the following: any usual DNI guidelines, do not ask for anything that even remotely sounds like JJ hate, incest, rape scenes (CNC does not apply here), loss of child fics (miscarriage/ child death). I will delete any asks with these topics.
SOFT NO'S. Things I just don't feel like writing or things I've already written so much I have no motivation to write anymore: anything involving Maeve Donovan, anything involving OCs, major character death etc.
I'm pretty open to all ideas, so go ahead and leave me requests whenever they are open! I'm hoping to do some request challenges when I hit some milestones so please look forward to those! 💕 ((if you don't have any asks but also just want to chat in the asks I'm totally open to that too btw 🤭🤭))
XOXO K
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hii can i’m so glad i finally found someone writing for dean redding because this fandom is way too underground and i need content to keep my brain going lol. can i please request a dean redding x fem!reader where either one of them (you can choose) wakes up from the nightmare and the other comforts them? thank you 💕
Dean Redding x Reader
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I'm sorry this took so long, I kept rewriting it.
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Dean awoke to being shaken awake as his screams echoed through the bedroom. He was panting as his wide eyes met yours.
He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath before resting his head in your shoulder. It was just a dream.
"Hey, you're okay Dean," you said softly as you set your phone down. You had already received texts from Michael and Cassie, asking if Dean was okay or if it was a nightmare.
"It was just a dream," he repeated in a shaky voice as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. It was even harder to deal with these types of dreams when you weren't in bed next to him.
"Can I hug you?" You asked and Dean nodded. You wrapped your arms around him as tears spilled down his cheeks.
Your eyes darted to the alarm clock on the side table. It read 3:28. Why was it the worst things always happen at three in the morning?
"You're okay," you repeated as Deans breathing became more normal and you felt his body start to lean into yours more.
You maneuvered so the two of you were laying back down. Dean curled into your body as he drifted back to sleep.
You closed your eyes as you felt yourself begin to drift back to sleep now that Dean was okay.
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x-emoloverofthings-x · 11 months
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Dear Followers, Thank You
I have just hit 800 followers and want to thank all of you. Its a big number and I'm honest when I say I'd never thought I would get this much attention. As someone who has very few friends, my writing allows for me to connect in another way. I have always loved to create stories no matter how short or long and I'm ever grateful for this opportunity to do so. Your support, your liked and reblogs make me smile everyday and bring me joy. I give my thanks to each and everyone of you. I have so many ideas planned that I can not wait to publish. Here's to more fanfictions!
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valiira · 6 months
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — hello hello! just here to say I’m taking requests after a lil break! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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reallyreal-madeingold · 7 months
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Drabble requests open!
Hi, I'm once again taking drabble requests! Send me a Buffyverse pairing (romantic or platonic) or a character, and a prompt of some sort, and I'll write a drabble. (My knowledge of Ats past S2 is shaky so keep that in mind lol)
I'll post to AO3, provide your AO3 username if you want me to gift it to you.
Nothing overly sexual/violent and no incest please.
I reserve the right not to write pairings/promts for any reason.
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familyvideostevie · 2 years
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match made in heaven
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steve loves to celebrate the little things with you, even if it's just new shoes | 1.2k, fluff, fem!reader, this is so silly but so is steve, appearances from most of the crew! <3
"I'll see you later this week, okay?" Nancy calls as you get out of her car. "Tell everyone I say hello."
"Thanks for the day, Nance." She waves at you and pulls out of the mostly deserted Family Video parking lot -- you spot three bikes, a skateboard strapped to one with bungee chords. The sun has just set, what was a hot Indiana day cooling to a sweet summer night. You're feeling light and happy after a fun day out with your friend, and the evening promises to be more of the same. You get to go home with Steve. The thought, though routine by now, still makes you giddy.
You hitch your bag over your shoulder and open the door to Family Video and familiar bickering of your favorite teenagers fills the air. Max and Mike seem to be arguing over which Halloween movie they should get in one corner of the store, while Dustin and Lucas are throwing Milk Duds into each other's mouths over the romantic comedy stacks. They glance your way and let out a chorus of "hellos" before returning to their activities.
"Oh, thank god," says Robin from the front desk. "A responsible person."
"Hi, Robin," you laugh. "How long have they been here?"
"Half an hour! I think. Feels like years though." She looks a little frazzled but happy to see you. "Hey, don't drop any of those! Keith will make Steve hunt any mice we get," she yells at Dustin. You wince a little at her volume. "Sorry," she says. "How was your day with Nancy?"
"She says hi," you reply, swinging your bag onto the counter before leaning back to survey the store.
"Hi back," Robin interrupts, picking at her cuticles. "Why didn't she come in?"
"Had to get home to call Jonathan." Robin hums in acknowledgment. "Anyway," you continue, "the trip was good. We went to the mall up north and I actually got something I'm really excited abou--"
"Is that my girl?" calls Steve. He's emerged from the back room, and you turn towards his voice, finding his eyes bright and searching for you.
"Hi, Steve," you laugh. Robin rolls her eyes but is smiling. Your boyfriend's happiness seems to be infectious.
"Oh, now you come out to help," she says. "He's been talking about you all day, wondering what you and Nancy were up to." He shrugs at her teasing and jogs the last few steps around the counter to give you a smacking kiss, fingers curling into your belt loops to tug you closer.
"Hi, baby," he says quietly.
"Hi, yourself." You hear a gagging sound and turn around to see Mike pantomiming being sick, Max with her hands on her hips next to him, eyebrows raised at his antics. "Like you and El don't do the same thing," she reminds him.
"What're you guys doing here?" you ask. Usually they'd be soaking in the fading sunlight and making mischief somewhere. "Are El and Will already in town?"
"They come this weekend, so we're stocking up," says Dustin. He and Lucas have wandered over now that Steve's arrived, but the Milk Duds have mysteriously disappeared.
Lucas zeroes in on you. "Hey, I like your --"
"New shoes?!" Steve cries. You flush a little, pleased with yourself for changing into them, your sandals in your bag. That was the purpose of today's outing with Nancy after all, to finally get the new sneakers you'd been saving up for. You'd told Steve about them weeks ago but are happy he's noticed. He grabs your hands and encourages you to show them off a little, flicking your heel back and forth on the carpet. Robin whistles and Dustin even claps.
"These are the ones you saved up for, right?" Steve says, eyes twinkling. You nod. "We kinda match, babe." He puts his own shoe next to yours, the red swoosh lining up with the light blue swoosh on yours, though yours are much brighter, shiny with newness. "Do you like them?"
"Of course she likes them, Steve," says Dustin, exasperated. "She bought them, didn't she? I bet they weren't cheap, either." Steve shoots Dustin a glare but you laugh.
"I knew we'd kind of match, but it's just because we have good taste. Plus, mine are cooler." Yours are white, like Steve's, but they've got blue and green coloring on the heels as well as the light blue swoosh logo. Robin snickers and hops onto the counter, swinging around so her legs are dangling next to you.
"I have to get you to buy boots next so we can match." She kicks her black lace-ups with glee.
"Any more pairs of shoes and they'll take over our bedroom," Steve grumbles, but he's smiling. You're kind of surprised at how excited he is. They're just shoes, after all, but Steve has always been like this. Ready to support you, to encourage you, to love you. About everything from moving in together to buying new shoes. It's a nice feeling, a warm one, to see him full of joy after he's seen so much darkness.
"Can you skate in those?" Max asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You realize you've been staring at Steve, and he's smirking at you.
"Next time we practice, I'll wear them to test them out," you say, ignoring the blush you feel on your face. She nods at you, pleased. Her approval sparks a flurry of comments from the boys, and all the attention has you curling into Steve's chest.
"Alright, children," shouts Steve, "check out your shit so we can go home."
"You just want to go be gross, or whatever," says Mike, but he obeys and brings the movie he's holding -- Halloween II, looks like -- to the counter. Robin hops down to check him out.
"That's exactly what I want to do," says Steve, brown eyes back on you. He winks. He corrals the teens out in a chorus of goodbyes and promises to stick together as they bike home before flipping the sign to CLOSED. When Robin ducks in the back to grab her stuff before Steve drives her home, he pulls you in for a hug, chin resting against your temple.. You wrap your arms around his him, taking a deep breath. He smells like...Steve. Like everything good in the world.
"I really do love your sneakers," he says, quietly, swaying you a little bit. "Proud of you for saving up and going for it. Don't know if they're cooler than mine thought."
"They're just sneakers, Steve," you chide. "It's kinda weird to be so excited about them."
"I'm excited about you," he corrects, pulling back from your hug to look at you. "I'm always excited about you. And for you." You scrunch your nose at his sweetness and he gives it a kiss.
"I guess it's just the small things," you wonder out loud. "The small things that are really the best things. When you're in love." He nods, agreeing with you. After so many big things, his favorite moments are ones just like this, with you. His hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear and you sneak a kiss onto his palm.
"I love you," he says, "small things, big things, all things."
"Jesus, you guys are so sweet I need to go to the dentist," groans Robin, flicking the store lights off for good measure. "Can we go now?"
Steve blows a raspberry at her. "Yeah," you laugh, "Let's go home."
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ok i just had a silly little idea of james and regulus coming out to each other as trans at the same time and wondering if you might write that?
Hi! I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for, and I'll write a cutie one where they are dating or something and come out to each other first at some point, but this was what you inspired!! with love
Scheming (1/1) (jegulus)
Remus knew what he was was doing. But he loved to scheme, he was a marauder after all. He was also a hopeless romantic and knew that his best friends would make an excellent couple. He would make sure Sirius came around eventually.
The best part about this plan is that it was what they both wanted as well. But none of it was Remus' story to tell. So operation "safe space" was underway.
Remus was meeting Regulus in the library as per usual. They were studying often since it was Regulus' OWLs this year and Remus always enjoyed studying with Regulus. But what Regulus didn't know was that James was being dragged along. Sirius and Peter were in detention so James didn't have a reason to say no anyway, and Remus told James he wanted to speak to him about something.
When Regulus showed up and saw James sitting with Remus, he assumed Potter would get up and leave soon, but Remus had got him into a conversation about being trans. Remus questioned his gender from time to time, because what is a man anyway and where do werewolves actually fall on the binary, but he never stressed too much about. Regulus laughed as he heard Remus lament about this, a rant he had heard many a time. James however didn't realize that Regulus was laughing fondly and took offence.
"What's so funny?" James asked, ready to quash any of the toujours pur bullshit.
"Oh nothing, I've just heard the werewolf rant before," Regulus said.
"There's no need to laugh at Remus for reflecting on himself and who he might be," James said sternly.
"You're one to talk," Regulus spat back. "You don't know anything Potter so maybe leave my friend alone," Regulus slapped his books down and glared at James as he sat.
"Remus is my friend too, and he knows that I know what I'm talking about when it comes to these things. Maybe you should just mind your own business," James huffed. He never got too mad but he could feel himself heating up when Regulus scoffed.
"Oh what? You think I don't know anything about contemplating gender?" James challenged.
"Not in the way I do," Regulus said snottily, nose held high in the air as he opened his books.
"Haha that's very funny, but you couldn't be more wrong," James said.
"How so," Regulus said, confident in not losing this argument.
And then James looked at him, and Regulus narrowed his eyes, and they both straightened their spines and mirrors each other as then leaned in, "I'm trans," they both said at the same time. And then, still in sync, their eyes widened.
They looked at Remus who was trying incredibly hard to not laugh. He had already pack up his things and was getting up before he could get hexed. "You two should talk," Remus called over his shoulder and the left.
"So wait, you're trans?" James asked Regulus genuinely.
"Yes but don't you go telling all my secrets Potter or I'll know it was you," Regulus threatened.
"I wouldn't say anything, I know how important it is to get to chose who knows and how..." James said trailing off at the end.
"Right," Regulus conceded.
"Well it's nice to know I'm not the only one," James said easily always friendly with everyone, but he started to get up and leave.
"You could stay to study," Regulus said hastily, and when James looked at him he quickly added, "if you want."
James had always had a crush on Regulus and thought sometimes it was reciprocated, but never did anything because he didn't know how Regulus would react to him being trans, but clearly not poorly. And Regulus was never nice just because, and it made James' stomach flutter. "Yeah okay," James said.
They sat in quiet companionship side by side, and it became a regular occurrence for them to meet in the library. Though it quickly was no longer meeting to study.
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