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Show: Stranger Things

Ship: Lumax (Lucas/Max)

Rating: General, pure fluff

tags: post canon, a year later

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"Wow. There are so, many, nerds here."

"Nerds? Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Ghostbuster, it's only uncool when it's medieval times?" Max snorts and Lucas looks pained.

"Popular culture and pretending to be blacksmiths are two very different things, Max."

"Shut up, Lucas, you think it's cool, too!" Dustin says, punching him in the arm as he passes.

No way, Lucas mouths at her dramatically to make her laugh, it works and she smiles and rolls her eyes in pretend exasperation.

The rest of the gaggle of their friends filter past them, the older teens heading towards what a sign directs as jousting. Will and El lingering at a potions stand, El wide-eyed as the seller waves her fingers and goes on about the properties of newt tails. Mike is pretending to be too grown up for this just like Lucas but is drifting towards the display of real metal armor, Dustin already enthusiastically enthralled in conversation with the display manager.

When Dustin first pitched the idea she'd thought it was incredibly stupid, who even goes to things like "Renaissance Faires" other than weird nerds obsessed with elves or that new movie The Princess Bride- speaking of there's at least two dread pirate Robert's she's seen already. There was an air of anticipation in the car that was contagious though, and two hours from Hawkins and five bucks each sounded like a waste of a day at the time but the more Dustin talked about it the more it seemed like it could be fun.

Max doesn't know where to start, there's wooden signs with Ye Old Timey font carved into them pointing towards various things but she's not exactly sure what some of it means- or if they'd even be fun to see. She still walks pretty slow and has her cane just in case she needs it but today is a very good day. As much as she hates to admit it there is something magical about this stupid little fake town. The swords may be spray painted pool noodles but there's real live horses and that's pretty neat.

"What's a melee?" Max asks, pointing at the sign. Lucas comes up beside her and shrugs.

"It's a type of attack in DnD, but it just means hitting someone with, like, a weapon instead of magic."

"Huh. Maybe it's people beating each other up, then."

"I dunno," Lucas leans down and wiggles his eyebrows, "want to go check it out?"

She rolls her eyes but takes his offered hand easily. As they walk through the crowded dirt paths there's so many people in costumes it's hard to tell who's part of the event and who are patrons and Max is starting to think that it's not so uncool. There's a quartet of women with perfectly coiled hair and tight corsets singing in a high choral harmony; they've attracted a small crowd and people are putting money in a fancy basket sitting at their feet, the singers waving and winking at the crowd as they perform.

"You're pretty good at that, you could join that group, wander around singing silly songs all day." Lucas laughs, dodging her attempt to shove him over.

"Very funny, Lucas, I wonder if they're hiring any jesters – you'd be a shoe-in." He pretends to be mortified, fanning himself and holding a head to his forehead like he needs a fainting couch as she laughs.

Eventually she gets winded though, thankfully just in time to see the stands surrounding a ring marked off with hay bales. Lucas sets her up, shrugging off his backpack and offering her a water bottle and snacks as they wait for whatever this "melee" will be when it starts, sharing peanut butter crackers and bad jokes.

Scratch anything she said that made fun of this place, the melee is cool. Very cool. Quickly they both stop snickering and getting invested in the fight. Players being knocked down and tagged out one by one, each person in their own colors and fans in the crowd, the swords may be fake but the skill is real and it is awesome. The fight comes down to two people, a slight figure with a full helmet obscuring their face and a huge man dressed like a Viking. The smaller figure is faster though and within seconds they've tapped their opponent enough times for the ref to call him out. When they reach up and pull free their helm, free hand raised in a fist of victory there's a quiet hush before a deafening cheer. The champion is a girl, smug and confident, jeering at the people booing her and laughing it up with those cheering her on.

"Okay, no, I want to do that." Max says excitedly to Lucas, grabbing his arm.

Lucas smiles at her before leaning down and giving her a quick peck on the lips, "Yeah? You'd kick ass for sure."

"There they are!" She can hear Dustin shout and sees him waving enthusiastically at them, metal helmet under his arm and fake sword in hand.

"Okay, that's gotta be the coolest thing so far, so what if the lances weren't wooden, it was real, live, jousting." Robin is talking off both Nancy and Jonathan's ears as they meet up with the pair.

A hand comes down on her head and ruffles her hair, "You good, Mayfield?" Steve, ever the mother hen, asks her.

"Perfect." And this time it isn't sarcastic.

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That was a very cute request, thank you @hollysoveralls ! I hope you like it :)

I’ve never been to a ren faire but boy do I want to

#prompts #stranger things #lumax #mucas #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #max/lucas #my writing

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I saw you're open for prompts! Not many people ship Vex'leth and I adore them so much. I saw a list running around for comfort, and what about their first kiss, in a confined space?

Oh sweet! Sure thing! Here’s what I’ve come up with.

Rating: general

Tags: first kiss, everyone rolled a nat 1 at least once here, Vex is dodging feelings like daggers but fails

“Bloody, stupid, thing-” Vex is teetering on her tiptoes, fingertips straining to reach the bottle of something, Keyleth can’t quite see what– before she grabs the shelf with her fingers and desperately scrabbling to gain hold and pull herself up, swinging her legs for some reason and swearing up a storm. Thankfully there isn’t much in this store closet, there’s just enough room for Vex’s impressive flailing– not much for her to break or knock over but still, it’d be rude not to offer a hand.

Trying not to giggle, Vex won’t like to be laughed at, Keyleth comes up behind her, “Can I help?”

“Oh!” Vex near shrieks, she lets herself drop and whirls around, braid hitting Keyleth in the bicep as she turns. “Keyleth, what are you doing?”

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I just thought maybe you could use some help?” Reflexively Keyleth raises her hands in a placating gesture, trying not to offend.

“I’ve–” Vex looks back up, seemingly debating if pride is worth not getting her prize. “A minute more and I would have gotten it, but since you’re here now.”

“Yes, sure! I’ll get it, don’t worry!” Keyleth springs into movement without thinking, crowding Vex as she leans up on her toes to snag the bottle.

"While I'm sure people would appreciate this view, could you hurry, please?" Vex's muffled voice comes from Keyleth's bust.

"Yup! Almost– got it– oh!" She does manage to grab it with her fingertips but it doesn't make its way into her hand securely; when she tries to settle back to her normal height she loses her balance, free hand swinging wildly trying to catch hold of something before she can fall.

"Don't drop it–" Vex hisses and tries to grab for the hand with the precarious glass but only manages to unbalance Keyleth further, the gangly woman's foot catching the door and slamming it shut before she hits the ground with a loud thump.

"Ow." Keyleth’s head is aching after ricocheting off the wood and then the floor. She rubs the spot and rights her antlers while blinking rapidly to get used to the sudden loss of light despite still being able to see.

"That was impressive.” Vex snorts then casually offers a hand, pulling the other woman up easily. Leaning down once more she gathers the bottle in hand and salutes Keyleth with it, “Even more so that it didn’t break. As fun as this was, I’ll be going now. See you at dinner.”

The knob turns but the door doesn’t open. Vex rattles it once, then another time more violently as the wood doesn’t yield. “No. Way.” She says, trying a third time even though she knows it’s useless. “Hello?!”

Keyleth winces at her loud shout, reaching up to cover her ears as Vex tries to catch anyone’s attention.

“Where. Is. The. Housekeeper!” Vex punctuates each word with another bang of her fists.

“Everyone had the day off, she’s not here.” Keyleth offers, “but Scanlan or Grog should be coming home sometime soon, they only have a few things to do.”

“Great, fantastic, just what I needed today. Why does this door even swing open this way, who built this idiotic place!” Vex says in frustration, slamming the palm of her hand against the thick wooden door. She takes a deep breath and says with put-upon calm, “Keyleth, do you have anything you might be able to do here?”

“I’ve used up most of my magic today already and there’s not exactly enough space here for Minxie to work…” When Vex’s eyebrows angle down even further into an angry V, Keyleth shrinks in on herself, “I can try Burning Hands, maybe? Melt the lock?”

“Has that honestly ever worked?”

It sounds like a hypothetical question but, “Maybe this time it will!” Keyleth says with only slightly forced enthusiasm.

Vex pinches the bridge of her nose and waves a hand, “I don’t suppose things could get much worse, either it works or we still have to wait for someone else to come.”

It can’t get worse, in that much Vex is right, the door is still firmly shut when Keyleth pulls her hands away. They’ve only now had the unfortunate realization that the key was still in the lock on the other side and now will be forever, melted completely into the gears.

“Another comedy of errors that seems to follow us as the plague.” Vex says.

Keyleth sinks down to the floor, back against the stone and wraps her arms around her knees in the small space, Vex heaves a exasperated sigh and in the weird muted colors that darkvision allows Keyleth watches as Vex join her on the ground, one leg stretched out so that her foot is touching the outside of Keyleth’s hip.

“I can still cast Light, if you wanted me to.”

“On what, darling.” Vex says dryly, “It’s not as if you have your staff-”

Silently Keyleth reaches up to tap the doorknob, illuminating the space suddenly and Vex throws up a hand, shielding her eyes. It’s bright, but the colors are the way they should be at least. A minute passes.

It’s awkward.

Two minutes.

It’s so awkward.

“Uhm, so,” Keyleth pats her hands against her knees rhythmically, “what was that for? The bottle?”

For a second it seems like Vex is just going to ignore her until they get rescued. “It’s a very potent cleaner, I’ve spilled wax on my favorite nightgown.”

“Oh.” Keyleth shuffles her feet closer to hold her knees tighter. All she’s doing is bothering Vex, and it’s her fault they’re even in this mess, “I’m sure someone will be home soon, it’ll be fine–”

Vex scoffs and shuts her eyes, leaning back against the stone, her mouth in a taut line. Keyleth studies her for a moment before daring to ask something that’s been bothering her for awhile,

“Vex? Why… Why don’t you like me that much?” Vex opens one eye to stare at her before digging the heels of her palms into her eyes like she’s tired.

“Oh, darling,” Vex sighs, seeming like she’s fighting something internally before offering, “my biggest vice has always been jealousy.”

Most people, Keyleth included, would say it was actually greed but she’s too flabbergasted by the notion of Vex wanting anything she could possibly have to think about that too deeply, “You? Jealous of me? Are you serious– wh– ha, why?”

Vex narrows her eyes and hmms in thought, finally she says stiffly, “I spend most of my time thinking on how to be charming, how to get what I want out of people and yet you do that on your own without trying. People look at you and just want to help, it’s infuriating.”

“Oh.” Keyleth drops her gaze, placing her chin on her knees, there’s something close to tears at the corners of her eyes, her throat feeling tight. It feels like the hurt might also be joined with indignation, and she’s blurting out before she can think it through, “That’s really really unfair. And kind of mean, do you really think everything has just been handed to me?”

Vex is quiet next to her for a moment, her jaw working as she stews on how to respond. “I– that was very rude of me to say.”

“That’s not a no,” Keyleth points out.

“It’s… complicated.” Vex glances over and softens. She brushes her fingertip lightly underneath Keyleth’s eye, gathering the moisture there before seeming to catch herself and quickly wiping her fingers on her pants. “I always seem to be hurting your feelings.”

“Yeah, I know; I’m sensitive, I’m working on it.” Keyleth quickly wipes under her eyes, keeping them trained on the ground.

“It’s a frustrating quality sometimes I’ll admit but… It does make you strongarm us into better choices, I cannot blame you so much for that.” Vex half smiles when Keyleth looks up at her, “Being so tenderhearted, I never thought I’d want someone like that in my life. But I do, I admire your hopefulness, your spirit. I suppose that’s why I’m harsher than I intend to be with you sometimes, I don’t want to be hurt by someone’s ideals. That’s not a proper apology but I am sorry.”

There’s definitely something else she’s not saying but Keyleth can’t puzzle it out, “You’re mean to me even though you like me? That’s very backwards.”

“It’s all wrapped up together, don’t you see? Kash, my brother, they look at you like you’re the sun, and I want–” Vex clamps her jaw shut tight.

There’s a few dots that had been missing that finally connect in Keyleth’s head at the near admission, “Wait, Vex, is this…” Keyleth shifts around, kneeling at Vex’s side, hesitating before resting her hands upon Vex’s. When she doesn’t immediately pull away she holds them tighter. Wishing that she wasn’t so clumsy with her words Keyleth tries again. “You’re jealous of them too?”

Vex purses her lips, looking away but still admitting, “It would seem so.”

“Oh.”

“Indeed.” There’s a heavy pause before Vex whispers, uncharacteristically quiet, her usual confidence lacking, “What do you think of that?”

“I’m not sure what to do with it. I–” Keyleth’s cheeks warm, “I like when I see you looking at me. I think you’re incredible, you’re so strong and beautiful. I like knowing you think about me that way.”

She’s trying to think of how to voice everything in her head, wishing as always that speaking came more naturally to her but then Vex’s hand is soft and light against her cheek, hazel eyes intent and intense on her, and she doesn’t have a chance in hell to make a coherent sentence now. “Keyleth, darling, may I kiss you?”

And oh, no one has asked her before, they’ve simply taken surprised and confused kisses from her. There’s power in having a say, knowing with near certainty that if she were to say no, Vex would drop her hand and they would surely go back to their normal existence.

Digging her teeth into her bottom lip Keyleth nods, nervous but sure, “I’d like you to.”

With the confidence that Keyleth is more used to seeing on her Vex smirks, one corner of her mouth curling in delight before she leans in, pausing a hair’s breadth away to let Keyleth sit with the anticipation a second before closing the gap.

There is no comparison. No part of getting kissed by, no- kissing Vex is as different as the seasons. Because Vex is being firm but she isn't taking, guiding her through her insecurity and inexperience. The hand on her cheek has slid down to her neck, fingers digging into her nape to hold her in place, nails like sharp pin pricks against her skin but not unpleasant. Vex’s lips are soft and the lightly tinted balm she uses is sweet, a heady contrast to the way she’s kissing her, teeth catching Keyleth’s bottom lip and she can feel the soft puff of air as Vex quietly laughs at her gasp.

“Wow. Please, do that again.” Keyleth says breathlessly when they part and Vex laughs, the sound is very free, delighted and infectious.

“Any time, Darling.”

“Oh-ho-ho, what’s this, you guys playing seven minutes in heaven without me?”

Grog, holding the remains of the door looks confused, “how’d you get ta heaven and back so fast?”

“Shut it, both of you.” Vex snaps, pushing Scanlan aside by his forehead as she storms out of the tiny space with Keyleth in tow, her hand clutching Keyleth’s in a near crushing grip.

“That wasn’t a no!” Scanlan calls after them yet thankfully doesn’t follow.

Keyleth can feel how warm her face is, knows how bright her cheeks must be, and she’s still confused. How to sort this out and put it in its place in her life? What does it mean? But Vex still hasn’t let her go and Keyleth is realizing that she doesn’t exactly mind. They haven’t talked about exactly what they are now; Vex is a mystery on purpose, armor she’s built piece by piece to protect herself from getting her feelings hurt still firmly in place, but when she’s holding her hand like this– when she’s talked to her like that, when they just… well, there might just be a chink in that armor.

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Oh boy this got long, hope this was something close to what you were wanting! Catch that darling getting capitalized as it turns from a turn of phrase to a title :)

Thanks @aughisky-miran !!!

#prompts #my writing #vexleth #critical role #vex'ahlia #keyleth #keyleth/vex #vex x keyleth #sure hope there arent any typos it's very late and i'm very tired

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Mishaps and Feelings

Okay, I heard you, here’s part two to this ficlet, this part got long though. Nancy’s POV this time around

Ship: Ronance

rating: General

Tags: fluff, baking, pre-relationship, Robin has ADHD and it gets her down sometimes

The center of the "cake" has collapsed, its concave surface barely covering the fact that the toothpick test has not once come out clean but if they leave it in the oven for any longer the edges will get even more burnt than they already are. It moves with a subtle viscosity when Nancy wiggles the pan before she sets it back on the counter with a sigh.

"I don't understand, it looked right." And now Nancy might be reconsidering how exactly she has such a high grade in home economics and might have to start to admit that most of it has to do with Betty Johnson (who definitely wants to be the next Betty Crocker) being her usual partner.

"It's… it's fine." Robin says with unusual slowness. "I'm sure there's something at the grocery store or something we can pay to put his name on."

The girl is putting on her best "It's fine" face but Nancy can tell she's disappointed even as she tries to cover up her crestfallen expression. Coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, Nancy rests her hand on Robin's wrist.

"We tried, he'll appreciate that."

"No, I tried." Robin says harshly, pulling away to lean back on the counter with her hands over her eyes. "Sorry, that was mean."

"No, it's okay," Nancy joins her slowly, "uhm."

Robin is twisting her rings around her fingers, ducked chin making her short hair fall into her face and hide her expression. Nancy chews on her bottom lip for a second before taking Robin’s hand gently, giving her time to pull away. Robin lets her but still doesn’t look at her.

“Want to talk about it?” Nancy offers, squeezing softly.

Robin sighs, “It’s just so frustrating– I feel like I mess things up all the time, and normally it’s fine, I can roll with it. I’ve been the weird kid forever so, whatever, it doesn’t matter but… it just sucks to always feel like you were almost there, but to fall short every time. I– God, sorry. You don’t need to know all that.”

“I want to, though.” Nancy leans into her space to try and see Robin’s face. Robin rarely drops the carefree-yet-anxious-always-herself persona, and Nancy does think that most of the time that version of Robin is true. But no one is unselfconscious all the time, everyone has doubts and problems, and now that she knows they’re there Nancy wants to know more about what Robin worries about. Robin starts, staring at Nancy with wide eyes as Nancy tells her intensely, “I don’t think you fail at everything.”

Robin snorts, looking away, “No really, I think you’re kind of a genius.”

“Thanks, Nance.” Robin takes a deep breath and smooths back her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears. “I appreciate it, but, let's just move on okay? Can you take us to the store? I’ll buy.”

That urge Nancy feels to fix things, to always find some solution, takes hold and she shakes her head resolutely once, mouth in a tight line.

"No, hold on. Here. I have an idea." Robin trails at her heels as she heads towards the TV room, her dad dozing in his arm chair remote in hand, her mom reading on the loveseat while the TV plays some sitcom softly in the background. Karen slowly withdraws from her book when Nancy calls for her and follows with an exasperated, "Okay! Okay, sheesh." When Nancy hurries her before turning and holding out a hand to stop Robin from coming with them.

"Just– stay here. I'll be right back."

Robin looks confused and apprehensive but slowly sinks to sit at the edge of the loveseat as asked.

"What's all this about?" Karen asks, tucking a fist under her chin when Nancy wordlessly gestures towards their failure. "Well, I don't think frosting is going to fix this."

"Please, can you help us and do one?"

Karen frowns, "Nancy, that's a lot to ask. You said you girls had it covered, this was your responsibility."

"Yeah, I know, it's just… it's really important."

"I don't see how a cake could matter that much."

"It is important– it's important to her, okay?"

Karen tsks but it seems like she might be thinking about it so Nancy holds her breath, waiting to see if further arguing is necessary. She watches her mother hold up the pan and examine it with a baffled expression before scrapping it out into the trash.

"This was for Steve, right?"

"Yes." Nancy hesitates, unsure where her mom is going to go with this train of thought. "It's his birthday tomorrow, she– we wanted to do something for him."

"I thought you still liked Steve?" Well that is definitely out of left field and leaves Nancy with her mouth dropping open.

"Mom. Seriously? No, it's not like that–"

"I'm just asking! You know, since you broke up with Jonathan you've been hanging out with Steve a lot again. Just seems weird to offer to help someone who's also interested in him, if you still were."

"I'm not for one, and two, neither is she, it's really not like that. We're all just friends, I mean it."

Karen hmms at at her and watches her for a minute with a considering glance.

"Please? Mom, it really matters to her. She was talking about going and getting one of those gross store bought ones."

"Those cakes are fine and you know it." When Nancy groans Karen narrows her eyes. "Why is this so important to you though?"

"It's… she's so disappointed, I want to help."

"You want me to help you mean." There's a flash of something, intuition maybe, that crosses her mom's face and Nancy doesn't want to know what conclusions she's come to. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Really?"

"Yes, Nancy. Call your friend, I'll show her how to make another. Let me clean this up first, though." Karen laughs when Nancy hugs her tightly and kisses her once on the cheek for a thank you.

Back in the TV room her dad has finally decided to pay attention to the near stranger in his space much to Nancy’s mortification.

"You're the one dating the Harrington boy now, right?" Ted says in his slow way from his lazy-boy.

Robin looks like she wants to die a little, her forced laughter coming out more as a yelp. "No, uhm, no I'm not." Even from the doorway Nancy can see the red flush creeping up the back of Robin's neck all the way to her ears. When Nancy calls for her she bolts up out of her seat nearly running over mouthing Thank you.

She smiles so hard it looks like it might hurt when Nancy tells her the solution she’s come up with, the delighted and grateful energy is coming off of her in waves and it’s infectious.

“I promise Mrs.Wheeler, I’ll do everything you ask to the letter, thank you so much!”

Nancy smiles in solidarity and lifts her eyebrows as her mom looks over at her with a bemused expression at Robin’s energy, she’s a lot to get used to but not in an unpleasant way and Nancy’s surprisingly glad that her mom gets to see this part of Robin.

Wishing of course that her dad hadn’t asked Robin that though, it’s uncomfortable, the idea of everyone assuming Robin is interested in Steve and not the best friend he’s ever had. That’s all people see when they look at Robin and it makes her mad, that this amazing girl can’t be honest about herself without worrying about people hating her for existing.

Robin beams at her when she looks up and sees Nancy watching her and when she smiles back she’s surprised at how warm she feels. Pressing her hands to her cheeks they’re definitely warm, and she’s not sure what that means or if she’s ready to examine that yet.

It’s interesting for sure though.

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That ADHD feeling where you’ve tried something and couldn’t do it right or finish it and it becomes soul crushing. Yeah.

I too was the gay ND band kid, Robin. I get it, you’ll be fine.

(@rowan-lee your comments made me laugh so cheers)

#cheers #ronance #my writing #robin/nancy #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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Your Twenties are for Wasting Time

Fandom: Resident Evil

Ship: Sherry Birkin/Jake Muller (Shake!)

Rating: General, pure fluff

Prompt:

Freaky regeneration aside Sherry’s back hurts. With a sigh she stands up out of her computer chair, groaning when her lower back then her right shoulder crack loudly, rudely, not even offering that much relief despite the sound. Giving it a moment's consideration, and with a glance at the clock announcing she still has hours left to work through she heaves another heavy sigh and begins to adjust her fancy desk into its “standing” mode. She could laugh that it makes the same loud clicks her body does, God does she need to stretch-

For someone so tall Jake moves like a ghost, and though Sherry would consider her reflexes to be pretty good he always manages to sneak up on her. Resting his sharp chin on the top of her head he wraps his arms underneath her bust, humming along to the quiet music she always has playing while she works so she can focus.

“Take a break.” He says simply and she can feel his voice rumbling through her shoulder blades pressed tight to him.

Her laugh is no more than a puff of air as she leans her head back, “I’m working, Jake, you know that. You said you’d behave.”

“You didn’t specify for how long.” He laughs at her squeak of protest, squeezing her middle once, “dance with me.”

Impishly he plucks the barrette holding back her bangs out of her hair before she can argue, smiling that trouble-maker smile when she tries to get it back, holding it far out of her reach.

“Don’t you have files to read through.” Sherry says after giving up, trying to be stern but she knows her smile is too wide for it to really have an effect. He’s reeled her back in, holding her tight and looking down at her with humor in his light blue eyes.

He shrugs, “I skimmed it.” Starting to hum again he sways them both back and forth.

“Jake-”

“I will. Later. Don’t worry so much.” Effortlessly he picks her up and swings her around towards the open floor of her apartment, her toes skimming across the hardwood as she giggles.

“I’ll crack your back.” He says low into her ear. “Come’on Supergirl.”

He always uses her nickname when he wants something more than he cares to let on.

“Alright then, but I’ll tell you now I’m not very good at dancing.”

He leans down and kisses her once, just because he can and because he wants to, “Don’t need to be.”

Some people probably find Jake’s blunt way of speaking to be rude, she definitely did at first, but now she just appreciates him for being unfiltered and honest. He never makes her feel like a freak for how she grew up, just accepts it as something that comes with loving her, anything weird taken on in stride.

The amount of emails she’s supposed to be responding to right now doesn’t matter at all, not when he’s holding her close, hand in his hand. His cheek resting on the top of her head, hers against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat and the sound of him quietly singing along.

When the song ends he picks her up one last time and spins her, setting her down and letting go just enough to crack her back as promised.

Sherry laughs breathlessly as he leans down once more and kisses her again, sweet and slow, “Feel better?”

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Wow that’s just pure cotton candy fluff, huh. Thank you for the prompt @oneoface !!! It made me smile :)

I was listening to this while writing it: Love & War in Your Twenties by Jordy Searcy

https://open.spotify.com/track/3FFpGDzfkwJGjfIqM6BNMC?si=ba38bff0250541a3

(It’s also where the title is from)

#resident evil #shake #my writing #sherry birkin #jake muller #sherry/jake #resident evil 6 #prompts

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Hear me out:

Orpheus and Eurydice but it's Eddrissy

Keeping the tragic ending or not it's still very good

Going to hell for someone!

Could be altering Vecna's plan to just be kidnapping until the promise day or whatever

I don't have it fleshed out but I've sure been thinking about it

#hellcheer #eddrissy #eddie/chrissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #greek mythology!au #or something idk

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Ronance drabble, pre-relationship, fluff

Rated: general audience

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"You're totally lost, aren't you."

"No, no, I've got this, we've got this. It's just baking, how hard could it be."

"I didn't know you baked." Mike says flatly from the doorway. The Wheeler's kitchen has been taken over, Mrs. Wheeler shooed away with reassurances that it would remain intact, leaving the two of them standing in front of the open cookbook like they're facing another doorway to hell.

"I… can." Nancy says, chin jutted out in stubbornness and pride. "I just don't do it often."

Mike scoffs and laughs once in that mean sibling way and leaves.

"Seriously, we got this. How hard can it be, I've got a C-plus in home-ec, I'm sure your grade is much higher, we're gonna crush this cake thing-" Robin tries to reassure Nancy who only looks slightly pained at the word vomit Robin is spewing everywhere.

Pencil in hand and scratch paper at the ready like the A+ student she is, Nancy is dissecting the recipe book carefully propped up on the counter.

"I'll bet baking is just like languages-" Nancy finally looks up in bewilderment. Delighted at getting the reaction she wanted, Robin keeps the quickly forming and very shaky theory flowing, "it's mostly about confidence, you just gotta-" She punches her palm with her other fist for emphasis, "go for it."

Nancy laughs and Robin could cheer, she counts each begrudging smile, each startled laugh towards her own secret tally of success. With one last laugh of defeat Nancy backs away from the counter, gesturing to the book and the scattered ingredients before putting her hands on her hips to watch with a smile still lingering on her lips. "Okay, okay! We'll do it your way. It was your idea, if it turns into a total disaster I'm telling Steve I had no part in this."

"Ahhh, but he knows you'd never let me near a hot stove by myself." Nancy sighs and makes a noise of agreement, leaning back on the counter to watch.

"Which is why I'm assuming we're doing this here then? Your parents won't let you use the oven?"

"Maybe. Not the point. The point is it's our dear friend's birthday."

"Why do you…" Nancy bites her lip, her fingers tightening their grip on her folded arms watching Robin trying to fish out eggshells with first one then both hands, the urge to take over and fix things clearly becoming harder and harder to fight. "Why do you care so much about this?"

"Well," Robin's big secret is out, though Nancy had never had a direct conversation with her about it. Just nodded slowly and assured Robin it was okay and that she wasn't uncomfortable. "It's not to get him to like-like me." Robin jokes.

"But, you know, he's kind of my first real friend, or at least the first friend that mattered. And I thought, hey, birthdays are a big thing! But turns out his parents just skip town and leave him money to throw a party or leave some huge gift he doesn't even want. So birthdays kind of suck for him, but I was thinking maybe something from us wouldn't suck so bad."

Robin finishes her sentence and her breath and holds up the rogue eggshell in triumph. Nancy nods like she can follow the train of logic well enough, wincing as Robin wipes her fingertips on her jeans. She keeps quiet while watching the human hurricane that is Robin multitasking while she measures and pours and talks. Nancy doesn't seem to really mind her rambling this time, letting her do her thing without interruption.

Only when the mixing bowl makes its way precariously to the edge with Robin's wild elbows and self-admitted poor coordination spelling imminent disaster does Nancy step in. Catching Robin by the waist to pull her aside and grab the prized kitchenware with the other, Nancy sets things to right in her quick and efficient way.

"Wow, a real hero and a baking hero? Nancy Wheeler, me and this cake and maybe Steve thank you." Robin's voice is very high and she laughs once to herself about how aware she is that Nancy's arm is still firm around her waist. It's hard not to have a crush on Nancy, almost everyone who knows her does, and since Robin would very much like to still be friends with this very cool girl she's doing her damn best to keep that crush to herself.

Nancy smiles her tight-lipped smile, pushing the bowl far away from danger, then seems to notice how close she still is and pulls away with a quiet "sorry", clearing her throat and Robin swears to any god that there might be a faint tinge of pink in her cheeks.

#ronance #stranger things #stranger things 4 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin/nancy #my writing #it was my original idea for a prompt that i couldnt get to fit but liked enough to keep

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Series: Resident Evil

Ship: Claire Redfield/Leon S. Kennedy

Rating: Teen (for alcohol and mentions of alcohol abuse)

“You’re beautiful.” Leon whispers softly, his breath that smells like beer washes over Claire’s face and she smiles, pushing down the urge to giggle, not wanting to wake Sherry sleeping in the next bed over.

“You’re very pretty yourself, you know.” Leon makes a face and she can’t help the small laugh that escapes her. “But thank you.”

Two weeks on the run, always on edge, broke, tired, and nightmare riddled they both needed this night to relax. They know that any day now might be the day people come to take Sherry; NEST might have been destroyed but the reality of the situation is that they have no idea how far reaching any of the organizations they’ve uncovered are. They pooled some of their last cash to get Sherry ice cream and a twenty-four pack for themselves to share. Maybe it’s stupid, but they’ve had almost all of it, needing to blow off some steam and try to ease the tension in any way possible.

Now Claire is well past tipsy and balancing on the edge of wasted but she can’t bring herself to regret it. It’s been a near perfect night despite all the circling stress. Lying back on the hood of their run down stolen car they talked for hours, shooting the shit about anything and everything, getting to know each other outside of how well they can fight, how hard they’ll work towards survival. Learning that Leon doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t really like dogs, he isn’t close to his parents, he likes to read when he can. Telling him about Chris, their parent’s deaths, that she’s not a very good cook but has been learning how to fix cars.

Now under the covers like a fort made by children, the light from the bedside lamp is diffused through the thin sheet and casting his face in a warm glow. He closes his eyes and smiles as she traces the shape of his nose then his mouth with her fingertip. His breath is hot against her skin and though they've danced around the seemingly mutual attraction, now with several beers sitting warmly in her stomach she's feeling bold enough to make a move.

Leon opens his eyes when she leaves her thumb resting on his bottom lip, there's a question there but what she's also learned about him is that he's the consummate gentleman. Any attempt at showing off, she knows what she looks like and isn't particularly demure – has been met with him looking away quickly while his ears and cheeks turn red.

"You're pretty drunk." He eventually says, lips brushing against the pad of her thumb. She leaves it there while she tries to gather her hazy thoughts.

She can tell that his blue eyes are just as unfocused as hers feel. "So are you."

"I just… don't want to wake up feeling like I took advantage."

"I've wanted you to kiss me ever since we met back up at the fence."

A beat. They both process what she’s blurted out, Claire dissolving into embarrassed giggles she’s trying to suppress, covering her face with both her hands and shaking the bed with each restrained laugh. Leon laughs with her, tugging on her wrists so he can see her and the both lose whatever composure they have left, trying to shush each other and warn that they’ll wake Sherry.

When the moment of punch-drunk insanity lets them catch their breath Claire can feel her cheeks are hot not just from the alcohol, not only from embarrassment or laughing, everything is combining into an absurdly placed feeling of happiness. She’s happy here in this small space with him, and the way he’s smiling at her makes her guess that he might feel the same.

He leans over her, the motion of propping himself up on his elbow finally disrupting their sheet-cave, breaching over his back and exposing them both to the less magical filled air of their terrible motel room.

She gets that kiss.

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-Bonus angsty version since I can’t seem to write anything that isn’t messy for these two, takes place after RE6 and Revelations 2-

“I don’t want to talk about Ada.” Leon says gruffly, leaning away. He’s shutting down, face becoming closed off, cutting off any access to his emotions through his expressions.

Belligerently Claire keeps pushing, “Well I do.”

“Claire, stop.”

“No. You’re exhausted, you’re sad, I know it’s about her.”

“I’m exhausted by this conversation.” He says, pushing away his empty glass.

Claire purses her lips before taking the last shot from the flight she ordered. “I’m tired of being shut out, so I guess we’re both mad.”

He watches carefully, noting the slight unconscious sway that indicates she’s had way too much. He can’t help but feel frustrated, like she’s wasted one of their rare moments together. Claire rubs her left wrist again, though, it’s something she’s been doing all night and he’s noticed she doesn’t wear a watch anymore, doesn’t wear bracelets, is always pushing back her sleeves to free her wrists. She doesn’t talk about the island or what happened there, keeping those nightmares to herself and watching this tic she’s picked up from whatever did happen deflates his anger. He didn’t come here to argue with her, is about one drink away from telling her why he’s actually there, but despite being a borderline alcoholic he can’t make himself order that one last shot.

“Come’on. I’ll walk you back to your hotel.” Leon waves down the bartender and settles the bill while Claire glares at him from her stool. It isn’t a genuine, she’s blurry eyed but her natural disposition for good humor is still there despite how upset she is with him right now.

Once outside she shrugs off his guiding hand, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and hunching her shoulders against the cold. He holds in a laugh about her quick short steps, a pace she’s trying out to not stumble around too much, instead she just looks like she’s drunk and really has to pee.

"I'm sorry." He offers eventually. She huffs once in acknowledgment but keeps walking until he taps her arm with his elbow. "Really? You're going to stay mad?"

And Leon deserves it, he really does, but they only get a few days together every couple of months and he doesn't want to waste this one with tired arguments. "No," she grumbles reluctantly, "but I'm having a hard time working up to apologizing."

“That’s fine.” He accepts easily. The corner of her mouth lifts and he’ll take that as a small victory.

Despite her halfhearted protests he walks her to her room, not wanting their numbered seconds to be over. He realizes while looking at her, in all her messy, grumpy, glory that maybe he didn’t need that last shot to say what’s been on his mind for a while now.

Claire offers a goodbye hug after wrestling open the heavy door and she’s so beautiful –

“I love you, Claire.” He says into her hair before he can stop himself. Even through his thick jacket he can feel her freeze, knows he’s said something wrong.

"No,” she pushes him away roughly by the chest, the pained expression on her face catching him by surprise, “no. Go away, you're being mean."

"I mean it." When he tries to catch her hands she snatches them back. “I’m sorry it took so long – ”

"No, I don't want it, I've wanted you to say that to me for over ten years and you don't get to come in now when you're drunk and feeling sorry for yourself." Leon has no idea when she started crying but she is and everything she’s saying has alcohol’s brutal truth ringing through each word. “It’s too much to ask me to be second place, I won’t do it. I won’t. You need to leave.”

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It’s always Cleon hours in my brain, I love these two and how messily you can interpret their history. Thank you again to @kolimachris for the great prompt :)

#My writing #resident evil #cleon #Claire/Leon #Claire Redfield #leon s kennedy #resident evil 2 #prompts

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Show: Stranger Things

Ship: Robin/Nancy

Rating: teen

"I’m telling you, one year from now max, bras will be out of the picture and we won't have to worry about shit like this." Nancy snorts, turning her back to Robin to pull her shirt up over her head.

"I'll admit it, it's definitely… freeing." Nancy glances over her shoulder and smiles when she sees Robin staring. Nancy Wheeler hasn't been shy in years, but she still feels softly when Robin looks at her like she's the coolest, hottest, best thing in the world. "But I just don't think it's going to be practical — "

Robin's cold fingers trace something on her back and she freezes. Almost everything in their relationship is new but Robin rarely takes the lead, always letting Nancy decide — seems to like letting Nancy decide. When she moves to turn Robin pushes on her shoulder lightly to stop her.

"Hang on." Her finger trails down something else and Nancy squirms under the too light touch.

"What are you doing?" Nancy huffs, turning as much as allowed to watch the other girl. Robin's face is focused, the crinkle between her eyebrows that also always seems to pull up her top lip slightly is usually easy to read. Normally Robin's whirlwind of attention-deficient energy is relentless, driving her to talk or move or do something. She rarely holds herself so still, "Robin, come on, what is it."

"You have a lot of little scars, did you know that?" Nancy drops her eyes when Robin says it, folding her t-shirt mechanically.

"Yeah well, fighting monsters in the upside down and all that — "

"I don't m — oh my God, I don't think it's a bad thing!" Robin pulls her in, winding her arms around Nancy's waist and pressing her cheek against Nancy's sharp cheekbone. "I was just — I don't know, you know, thinking about how much you've been through and how unfair it is that — "

And there's the Robin Nancy knows well, Nancy pats the arms looped around her to let her know that she isn't mad.

"Anyway, I was also thinking that they're kinda hot." When Nancy laughs she can feel Robin's smile against her cheek.

"Can I turn around now?" Nancy pretends to be exasperated, eyebrow quirked perfectly but her tone and the smile she can't fight off betrays her.

"Nuh-uh." Robin whispers below her ear before being unable to help herself she laughs. It's such a perfect mix of Robin, awkward yet confident, always one second away from cracking a joke or a smile.

"Go on then." Nancy says, challenging.

Robin has been a blushing, stuttering, disaster from the second Nancy even indicated she might be interested back, tripping over words or literally tripping every step of the way. Part of the unexpected joy of being with her is watching Robin gain confidence, hands less shaky every time they touch, learning to voice what she wants. Nancy has to admit that she thinks that's kind of hot too.

So are the kisses Robin presses to the skin under her ear, Robin has clearly been paying attention, using every trick Nancy has back on her. Usually Nancy initiates, or at least takes over, enjoying the control. Now she's enjoying the way Robin's fingers tighten on her waist to hold her in place until she decides she's done kissing down Nancy's neck.

Robin lets go just enough to pull her by the hand to Nancy's tiny twin bed, the familiar flush in her cheeks and excitement in her warm wide eyes making Nancy smile, letting the taller girl pull her down onto her lap. Robin leans up to kiss Nancy the second she's settled, hands resting on her hips to anchor her. She's even bold enough to nip at Nancy's lip, catching it softly before letting go and leaning back, looking shy.

"Okay. I have to say it's pretty hot seeing you take charge like this." Nancy smiles into the next kiss before laughing loudly at the excited puppy expression Robin has when she pulls back, clearly proud of herself. "Well? Keep going. I'm all yours."

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I’m practicing and trying to defeat writers block with prompts! thank you @kolimachris for this one :)

#my writing #ronance #stranger things #robin/nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #prompts

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Taking short prompt requests!

I'll do short little drabbles (no explicit smut but mature is fine) for:

- Resident Evil:

. Cleon

. Valenfield

. Shake

. Reilly

- Stranger Things:

. Eddrissy

. Ronance

. Jopper

. Lumax

. Elmax

- Misc.

. Dina x Ellie (TLOU2)

. Toltzmann (Ghostbusters 2016)

. Claurenz (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

. Rose x Cybil (Silent Hill movie-verse)

I have major writers block on It's Always Been You and I could use some practice with short prompts!

#writing prompts #resident evil #stranger things 4 #hellcheer #ronance #cleon #valenfield #claurenz #eddrissy #toltzmann

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hellcheer wip

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Just a short WIP, taking place in Eddie’s trailer

General audiences

"You'll laugh." Chrissy fidgets and laughs nervously. "It's not exactly…"

She gasps in surprise as Eddie rockets off of the decrepit couch with such force as to almost bounce her off with him. Despite herself, the nightmares, the dizziness and confusion — she laughs. Eddie is kneeling dramatically in front of her, hand over his heart as he bows low.

"My fair lady. Miss Chrissy Cunningham, I would do no such thing." There’s a Cheshire cat smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you do stuff like this all the time?" She may be deflecting, sure, but genuine curiosity is taking hold of her. Wanting to know this strange boy better, why he cares so little about being so different, that's not a bad thing right?

He looks up at her, brushing an errant curl aside without thinking and in his big dark eyes she can see him calculating. Boys have looked at her like this before, deciding which approach will work best. Will he change his tactic? Switch back to being the intimidating cafeteria version of himself? Pretend to be cool, that he doesn't care — but she's seen a bit of what seems to be the genuine Eddie though, too much for that to work. She drops her eyes to her fingers twisting in her lap, the last smile still halfway on her face but she knows it probably looks cynical now.

"Look…" Eddie sighs, sprawling onto the floor, one leg straight, one bent, leaning back on one hand. "I like hearing you laugh, you look like you need some good times right now and I'm happy to oblige. But I'm also hesitating fulfilling your- request. I don't know what you're so freaked by but I don't think adding a bad trip on top of all that crap will be helping you any. Honestly? You look like you'd even have a bad high on the maryjane so I — "

For the first time he looks at a loss for words, ruffling his hair at the back of his head as he ducks forward to try and look into her eyes. "Clue me in a little, yeah? Consider a little therapy another freebie."

Eddie lets her make the next move, waiting in patient stillness she didn't expect from him, the only giveaway of his usual demeanor is his fingers tapping rhythmically against his thigh. A tic he hasn't seemed to notice. She's about to drop it, ask him to take her home — or shoot, even walk if she has to — but the silence is starting to sound like the ticking of a clock. The imaginary swing of a pendulum, the faintest illusion of a whisper of her name spurs her into talking.

"Being, well… Cheering was fun, it was fun to learn and fun to perform but then…" She can't look at him anymore. "Then people really started looking, and at first I didn't mind it, you know? Who doesn't want to feel loved, to be told they're pretty? I've wanted to be called that, to be looked at, or — or I guess I was told I should want that. But now no one cares about the choreography I make, they care about what makeup I use. Now 'pretty' feels like a — a cage."

"I wanted the attention, I wanted to be the pretty cheerleader, to be looked at, loved," alarmed she feels tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes and when she swipes at them reflexively she has a panicked thought about her mascara and blush running — proving the point.

Eddie has no idea though that her worrying about her makeup just confirms that she's just as shallow as she's afraid of. He's still watching with his thoughtful expression, rolling up off leaning back to reach towards her before pausing and pulling out the handkerchief that usually dangles out his back pocket and offers it to her. It's probably disgusting but she takes it anyway, wiping carefully under her eyes with a few more sniffles before carefully folding it and returning it to him.

"Well. Like I was saying, I just uhm. I have a lot of pressure to keep that up." Chrissy smooths her skirt, feeling vulnerable having burst into tears spilling her guts to the biggest social outcast of Hawkins High. Instinctively she plasters on her best smile, her push-through-a-sprained-ankle-during-a-lift smile, shoving down her mother's voice — "I want something to take the edge off."

"Nah." Eddie shakes his head, his expression somewhere in the family of pity, sympathy, "no, I'm not gonna do that."

Just about when she's about to protest he shushes her, "Seriously, you gotta trust me, we can smoke a joint here, sure man whatever, but I'm not giving you anything stronger."

He gesticulates when he talks still, but it's less dramatic, simply the way he talks without any added flair. The rings on his hands glint even in the low light and he smiles warmly at her. "If this is going to be the start of our dealer-dealee relationship I can't have you off by yourself in a bad trip."

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I do have an end point in mind with this, I’ll probably keep messing around with it, but idk if I’ll post it to my AO3. For someone who didn’t like this season on every level all the way down to a technical standpoint something about this one specific interaction stuck with me. Maybe I’ll continue this but since I definitely have other things I should be writing instead I figured I’d drop this off here for now for anyone else still stuck on Them.

ps. don’t be a tool, yeah? I’m not looking for an excuse to use the block button but I also won’t hesitate

#hellcheer #edrissy #eddie x chrissy #stranger things 4 #chrissy cunningham #eddrissy #eddissy #eddssy

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