#I know in the fic mike did a stick figure of will

[kidovna]

anyone else go crazy reading the latest @campbyler chapter?

bonus:

#I still have butterflies in my stomach thinking about this scene #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler fanart #artovna #fic #Mike calling will baby is now seared into my brain thank you very much. #I know in the fic mike did a stick figure of will #but I had to give my acnh genius son a minor style upgrade #acswy #acswy spoilers

[anasticklefics]

Another Way To Bond

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve, Max

Anonymous said: Could you write a fic about ler!Steve and lee!Max from Stranger Things (PLATONIC OBVIOUSLY) where Max is purposely annoying Steve because she’s bored and Steve tickles her? 

Words: 835

One thing about the kids - Steve felt he had them mostly figured out and therefore knew how to handle them. He could pinpoint Dustin’s mood from the way he moved and not necessarily from how he spoke (the kid had a tone on most good days too). Even when excited or agitated they spoke pretty much the same way to each other, and thus Steve had learned to read him from the way he sat, hunching over or leaning back, from how he walked with quick steps or much too slow, from how he let his eyes linger or quickly dart away.

As life would have it he started seeing the other kids more and more as well, and even though he never really did it on purpose he found himself cataloging them as he did Dustin, putting pieces together until he eventually had a nearly fully accurate description of how to read (and in turn handle) these teenagers that had grown up way too quickly.

He knew Mike distanced himself because he was scared of loss. He knew Will would never say if something was bothering him because he was scared no one would care. Lucas wanted to help everyone so badly that he ignored his own boundaries. He knew Eleven hated not fitting in so much that she would copy everyone to the most ridiculous details.

And Max? Well, Max wasn’t sure how to stop pushing everyone away, and so she kept resorting to what she knew: sass.

Fortunately - or unfortunately - for her, Steve was all too used to sass.

“Stop,” he said, swatting away her foot. “You’re worse than Dustin.”

“That’s an insult.”

“It was meant to be.”

She huffed, sticking her shoe into his face again. “You’re boring.”

“You’re free to leave.”

“There’s nothing better to do anyway.”

They were sitting on the steps leading up to Eddie’s trailer, Steve waiting for Eddie and Max waiting for god knows what. Max seemed to avoid being at home, but she seemed to avoid purposefully seeking everyone else out too, maybe afraid her mind couldn’t handle it once she got there. With Steve (or maybe more with Eddie - Steve suspected she did this more with him) she could just leave when she felt like it. No commitment. No hurt feelings.

Steve pushed her foot away again, twisting his body to glare up at where she was sitting two steps higher than him. She smiled, not innocently, but provocatively. Steve could see why everyone adored her. Why Lucas was head over heels for her, why Dustin and El fought for the title of her best friend, why Eddie let her hang around even though they had nothing in common. Why Steve himself would protect her with his life like he protected the others.

He huffed and looked away, hoping his thoughts weren’t written on his face because how cheesy was that? Fortunately Max didn’t seem to be done tormenting him because her red shoe was in his face again, this time tapping his ear and Steve had had enough, his dealing with Dustin instincts kicking in as he grabbed her ankle. “Stop.”

“Make me.” She said it before she started tugging at her leg and realizing she couldn’t escape his grip. “Let go.” Her tone, albeit in a subtle way, was less cocky now.

“No. You need to learn some manners.” Without thinking he started scribbling his fingers over the back of her knee, making her jerk away with a sudden, panicked laugh. “Oh, really? I didn’t think a little tickling would be your weakness.”

“Don’t,” she said, her voice laced with laughter. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

“Mm, no. I think I need to make sure you won’t do it again first.”

“Steve, I’m warning yo-AH!”

Steve had gone for her knee cap this time, spidering his nails over it in a way he knew made Dustin freak, and while Max’s reactions were smaller, more calm, it seemed to be doing the trick anyway. She curled in on herself, hands flailing, seemingly unsure of how to react since Steve had her leg trapped. He tried to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, tickling and pausing and tickling and pausing in order to keep her from sliding down the stairs or hitting her head against the railing. His repetitive stopping made her laughter choppy, which was cute.

“Is your calf ticklish?”

“No!”

“I feel like you’re lying.”

She managed to grab the back of his shirt as he pinched her calf, pulling weakly at him without much success at whatever she was trying to do. “Stop!”

“This? This is called revenge. And I’ve only been at it for a minute.”

She groaned through her laughter and Steve was so focused on how her leg vibrated each time he tickled it that he didn’t notice his grip loosening until a foot came flying for his face.

That was how Eddie found them, residual giggles pouring out of Max’s mouth, and blood pouring out of Steve’s nose.

#tickling #ticklish!max #tickle fic #stranger things #steve and max #ana's fics #another way to bond

[hoperays-song]

Sing 1 Commentary and Review Pt. 2

Welcome back to the madness loves!!! Also, I tried to tone down the commentary so I get further in the movie this time (I say while making at ton of random comments at the restaurant. Is this an elaborate plan to distract me from my fic being with my beta reader? Yes! Am I using it for content? Also yes! Enjoy!

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Eddie is just like me in the last months of school fr fr.

Mood, chicken. Mood.

✨Deja Vu.✨

We get to see Buster's expenses list! He's bought two sandwiches and cookies, but I'm way more interested in where in the world he found printer ink for only $15!!!

Actually, I am a 100% sure that is not how prosthetic eyes work.

Top ten anime moments before disaster (could apply to like 99% of this movie tbh).

(Don't have a screen shot but update: The Lance puntable moments counter is now at 6.)

Ok, Johnny having to jump to reach the door handle is adorable. He's so small. Like it's obvious one of his family members opened it so they can clearly reach that, and yet Johnny's over here channeling his inner bouncy ball to reach.

Friendly reminder that at this point, we have no proof of Johnny's dad disapproving of a music career besides Johnny hiding the flyer. So I'm sticking with my theory that he has no problem with it and never has, Johnny's just terrified of disappointing him (starting strong with the queer allegory here aren't we?) and how his dad sees him changing.

RIP Rosita's house phone. You will be missed.

(PS: If anyone makes or has made a gif of Buster poking his head out of his drawer like a meerkat right before the auditions start, please send it to me, it just is so cute and yet so so goofy.)

His first reaction was to succeeding call Eddie, that's bloody adorable.

ICON. THE ICON HAS LANDED. EVERYONE BOW DOWN TO THE ICON, GUNTER.

OK OK OK, ADORABLE HEADCANON. Some of Rosita's kids have skateboards guys. Like after they meet Johnny, they beg him to teach them tricks and how to skate better and he does. They follow him around the skatepark like duckings.

They are the mother-son duo of the series, just look at them, so cute!

The lesbians are back + a rare sighting of a 13 year old who says "bro" all day.

The face of "I'm gonna become a father figure to a scary teenager wether she agrees to this or not".

Lance puntable moments counter: 8

Writer 1: Hey, which kid should we call the rebel?

Writer 2: I was thinking Johnny.

Writer 1: Oh! You mean the kid who actively told his dad when he was leaving to singing auditions and came back within a reasonable amount of time?

Writer 2: Yeah, that's the one!

But seriously, he doesn't even sneak out. He legit tells his dad when he leaves that he's leaving. He doesn't say the location of where he's going but still, worst rebel of the century. He doesn't even have to sneak out!

Also, Marcus and him are clearly close enough and Marcus trusts Johnny enough for him to leave to go who knows where for hours at a time. They're nice to each other and (besides the singing instead of robbing bit) they seem to communicate with each other really well. Father-son duo of the year everyone.

I completely forgot Rosita was stuck in line behind Mike. The poor thing. Rosita, you have my sympathies.

Who is this and what have the done with the evil mouse man???

Also... Mike puntable moments counter: 9

This is giving me Toddlers & Tiaras flashbacks. 😬

The bestest boy. So awkward, so sweet, such wet cat stumbling over it's own feet energy.

Mike, this is what NOT to do when a teenager is having a panic attack. I feel so bad for Meena here, really, She did not deserve Mike being an absolute tosser in the slightest.

Also... Mike puntable moments counter: 17 (I don't like bullies)

Hat Man!!!

I completely forget that four whole members of the troupe were not first round picks. Johnny, Rosita, Gunter, and Meena all were either picked second, afterwards, or fell into the role eventually. Buster did not originally plan on having Johnny and Meena in the singing competition at all even.

Number 1 supportive boyfriend right there, love him.

Ok, this moment. This is the exact moment where Eddie suggests that Buster and him do something together instead of the theatre. His exact words are "i don't know, maybe we could do something together."

... Look at that face. There is no heterosexual explanation for saying that with that face.

Eddie coming in with the best "my boyfriend's gonna be in jail by the end of this" expression of all time.

Yeah... Marcus, Stan, and Barry definitely know that Johnny wants to be a singer. They definitely know he was going to the theatre. Why you ask? BECAUSE IT WAS ON THE BLOODY NEWS!!!

Lance... what to say here? Oh yeah!

Lance puntable moments counter: 14

Street saxophone players, attention please. DO NOT DO THIS. This is how you get pepper sprayed! 😊

Look at my boys!!! Planning a robbery as a family! Bonding! I'm so proud of them. <3

Also, in the plan they deliberately state they're avoiding the guards entirely. So no, they were never canonically violent until the second movie and that was in self defense. They don't hurt the people they're stealing from. They are genuinely good people and absolutely were non violent offenders.

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Ok ok, more self restraint with the screenshots next time, I know. Be right back! - <3 Gooseless

#sing #sing johnny #sing buster #sing marcus #sing ash #sing big daddy #sing eddie #sing gunter #sing stan #sing barry #sing rosita #sing noodlemoon #noodlemoon #sing mike #sing nancy #if nancy had pepper sprayed mike I would have revoked all my complaints with this movie entirely #sing the gang #buster is an absolute idiot #eddie is so tired of his bullshit #sing meena #sing meena's family

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Stranger Things incorrect quote generator (feat. The Wheelers, The Boys + Robin, and Ronance Duo)

Pt 15

The Wheelers

Mike: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me.

Holly: Oh Mike, I’m already embarrassed by you.

(this honestly doesn't make any sense, but it also seems very accurate)

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Holly: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Ted: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Holly: God?!

(I'm surprised he's on the roof)

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Holly: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

(Evil little thing)

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Nancy, to Holly: If you see Mike, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Nancy: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Holly: oh, and Nancy said to give you a message.

Holly: *makes a neutral face*

Mike: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

(Mike was probably being sarcastic)

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Karen: What the fuck is wrong with you??

Ted: What? No good morning?

Karen: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

(you see, I think if they switched it would still be accurate or maybe more)

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Karen: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Nancy: Thank you for your sacrifice, Mike.

(Pffft- Yes, thank you Mike 🙏 no but Fr now. He's beautiful)

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Ted: Remember what I told you.

Karen: Don’t be a cunt.

(He's just sitting there with his newspaper and hears Karen leave for smth important and just says that to her while she leaves. Or she's meeting his family...I can't decide if he actually would say that or not)

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Nancy: Mike gave me a get better soon card.

Karen: That's sweet!

Nancy: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.

(well you can start with dating Robin, also kinda the only thing you could do better, because you're perfect 🥺)

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Mike, excitedly: Heeyy!!

Karen: Hey, someone's excited.

Ted, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

(Mike after the first kiss with Will probably. Also Ted and Karen's reaction in this is canon)

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Karen: Holly, what are you doing?

Holly: *shaking a cat shaped piggy bank* I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.

Karen: You could always take it out and count it.

Holly: Where’s the fun in that?

(I used to shake it just so I can hear it and then take it out to count)

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Karen: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Nancy, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Holly, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Nancy: Because they have little hands.

(I love the fics when Nancy is sweet to Holly 🥺 this is adorable)

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Holly: Ted doesn’t look very happy.

Nancy: That's their happy. They're just a bitch.

(Gasp 😶 how dare you curse infront of Holly 😑 also he doesn't show any emotions besides uninteressed and annoyed)

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Karen: I think Nancy is in trouble.

Mike: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

(Mike, always the best brother)

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Holly: Oooh, a train!

Ted: We’re in a train station, Holly.

(Just let her be amazed, don't take the fun away 😪)

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*Ted teaching Mike to drive and taking Karen along for the ride*

Ted: That's a pothole. To the left!

Mike: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

Karen, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

Mike: I don't think that's how the song goes.

Ted, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

Mike: Country Roads.

Karen: To the place.

Mike and Karen in unison: I Belong!

Ted, crying harder: What the fuck?

(Omg, he is showing another emotion 😱 dispear ✨ also Karen would definitely be there and trying to join Mike's singing, just to be near him and vibe with him lol)

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Mike, dramatically: They called me a fool.

Ted, sick of Mike's shit: They weren’t wrong.

(You're the fool here, Ted 🙄)

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Karen: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Ted: I'm aware of that.

Karen: But then you and I had some time together.

Ted: Uh-huh?

Karen: It did not get better.

(lol)

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Mike: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Nancy: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

(mhm, she'd still look gorgeous ✨)

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Karen: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

(Honestly, that's probably canon)

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Karen: Are you listening to me?

Ted: *nods*

Karen: What did I just say?

Ted: *nods*

Karen: ...

(Happens everyday)

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Karen: Who hurt you?

Mike: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Karen: ...Yes, actually.

(No one's hurting her babies on her watch or off her watch 😑)

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Holly: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Karen: Cannibalism.

Holly: *confused chewing noises*

("Mom, it's snowing!" 🥺 so precious)

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Mike: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking.

Nancy, patting them on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

(Nancy is such a good sister 🥺 being worried for Mike 🤧)

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Ted: Are you laughing at that video of Nancy and Mike fighting?

Holly: No.

Holly: I'm laughing at the comments.

(would she have been an iPad kid if Stranger Things were in the future?... Probably)

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Nancy: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

(idk if I already had this, probably, but I kind had the feeling I didn't, but it's such a fitting quote for her that I had to include it)

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[The Boys + Robin]

Steve: I have issues.

Eddie: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Steve: With you.

(Damn, couldn't even let him finish, but canon kinda)

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Mike: Will, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Will, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

(I know Will is like only a bit shorter? Or not even? But he'd definitely steal his close, but Mike would also take his after finding out)

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Mike, to Will: If Eddie doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.

Eddie, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

(I mean he 99% would, but I also have no idea)

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Dustin: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

(I feel like Eddie would also say that... But well...he did die once now 💀)

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Mike: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Lucas: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Dustin: A realist sees a freight train.

Will: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

(Dustin the realist, Will the wise )

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Dustin: Kill me nowwwww.

Eddie: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

(Omg, this is so funny to me, Dustin helping Eddie with his homework 😂)

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Argyle: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

("Got me stressed out. It's not even my girlfriend" 🤧 he definitely said that to Jonathan.. But well Jonathan is not really hetero in this neighborhood ✨)

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Lucas: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Argyle: They do.

Mike: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

(Because he can taste the vibes of them)

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Argyle: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Argyle: And I started thinking.

Argyle: Like, it was just trying to get food.

Argyle: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Dustin: Are you ok?

(He is, he's just high)

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Eddie: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Eddie: cuLt leader.

Eddie: God hates me personally.

Eddie: cowBoy hat.

Eddie: *sniffles* Trying my best.

(You are 🥺👍)

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Eddie: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Dustin: Oh, we've had worse.

(Basically the scene in the fishing house or what the was)

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Argyle: *is visibly upset*

Jonathan: Argyle, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

(Naww 🥺 who hurt my baby 😑)

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Argyle: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.

Will: Argyle, NO!

(S5?)

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Eddie, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

(Eddie when he somehow gets a phone from the future)

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Lucas & Dustin in the back of Will's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!

Will: We have food at home.

Mike: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough*

Lucas & Dustin: YAYYYYYY!

Mike: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

(The party after Mike (finally?) got his drivers license and Henclair wanted to go to McDonald's)

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Robin: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Argyle: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Eddie: I got distracted halfway through.

Steve: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

(Argyle is just too high, Eddie has Adhd and Steve just wanted to annoy her/got bored)

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Argyle: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

(Well, then don't try and kidnap Argyle of all people)

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Dustin: Robin, what are you doing?

Robin: Making chocolate pudding.

Dustin: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Robin: Because I've lost control of my life.

Robin: Here's your pudding, Steve.

Steve: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

(I feel like Dustin was over at Steve's and and woke up at 4 am when Robin was awake making pudding for Steve because she thinks she did something wrong [The Murray adopting Robin AU thing])

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Will, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?!

Robin, standing in front of Will: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen*

Will, crying: Please...stop...

(She's just looking out for fellow Gays, also she's your mother now, she shares custody with Joyce, if you have not seen the last incorrect quote post)

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Steve: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Robin: It’s not water.

Steve: Vodka! I like your sty-

Robin: It’s vinegar.

Steve: …What?

Robin: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

(I love vinegar chips... That's it.. That's all I'm gonna say about this)

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Robin: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Steve: I only like dark humor.

Robin, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Steve:

Robin: An IMPASTA!

(I love Robin being a dad and making dad jokes 🥺 it's one of my favorite tropes)

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Jonathan: Is this your plan B?

Mike: Technically, this is plan P.

Jonathan: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Mike: Yes, but I marry Will in plan M.

Will: I like plan M

(First, Jonathan probably doesn't like that plan. Second, it wasn't planned to be like this, I actually had Robin as will and wanted Mike to say "Yes, but Robin marries my older sister in plan M", but this came out after getting it again and it's perfect)

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Will & Robin:*Playing video games*

Jonathan: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games?

Will: *silence*

Robin: *silence*

Jonathan, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?

Will & Robin in shame: Yeah...

(I want Robin to play DnD with Will, because I love the fics were she and the other older teens play DnD)

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Robin: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Eddie: Sure!

Eddie: Whats your favorite color?

Robin, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

(Her trying to find fellow Gays)

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Jonathan: Did it hurt when you fell-

Steve: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Jonathan: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Steve: ...

Jonathan: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

(Steve thinking he was flirting is so funny to me 😂)

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Steve: What did you two do?

Robin:

Will:

Steve: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

(well the saying is "be gay, do crime" so what do you think happend?)

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[Ronance Duo]

Robin to Nancy: We smell of sweat and loss.

(After the Vecna Battle)

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Robin: How would you like your coffee?

Nancy: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Robin, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

(I need a coffee shop AU fic where steddie is not the focus 😭 or just not there at all there idc, any fics out there?)

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Robin, trying to comfort Nancy: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

(That's how Robin trying to comfort Nancy after the Jancy break up in my Murray adopting Robin AU should have gone)

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Nancy: I like your new pants!

Robin: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Nancy: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Robin: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Nancy: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Robin: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Nancy.

(Robin, you oblivious piece of heaven😭)

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Robin: Are you a cuddler?

Nancy: I'm a machine of death and destruction.

Robin:

Nancy: ...Yeah, I'm a cuddler.

(Cuddles 🥺✨)

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Robin: Are we fighting or flirting?

Nancy: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Robin: Your point?

(Gotta love Enemies/Rivals to Lovers)

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Nancy: Dammit, you ruin everything!

Robin: You're welcome.

(Nancy finding out she's in love with Robin and that she's a lesbian)

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Robin: I feel so burnt out.

Nancy: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Robin: Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Nancy: Well not if you’re expecting it.

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Nancy: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.

Robin: We’re not friends.

Nancy, holding an gun: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

(If they hadn't had the "Are we friends? Like, officially?" talk, this would be the fight scene with Vecna)

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Nancy: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds.

Robin: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work?

Nancy: NO-

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(I am hungry now 😪)

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Robin: Nancy, you need to react when people cry!

Nancy: I did. I rolled my eyes.

(I feel like she wouldn't, but I find the quote funny, so here)

Nancy: Robin, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.

Robin: Why? I'm fine on the stand!

*flashback to Testimony #1*

Robin: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.

Robin, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.

*flashback to Testimony #2*

Robin: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?

Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?

*flashback to Testimony #3*

Robin: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.

Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

(Robin in a Courtroom AU, anyone? I feel like she would be good but also not, because she is very smart but she talks a bit fast, but she does talk well)

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Nancy: You’re an idiot, Robin.

Robin: That’s the charm.

(I feel like I already had this, but it's too perfect not to add)

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Robin: And what do I get out of this?

Nancy: I will give you a dollar.

Robin: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar!

Nancy: How bout two dollars?

Robin: You got yourself a deal.

(Robin "I'm poor" Buckley everyone ✨ I love her ✨)

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Nancy: How do you want your coffee?

Robin: Black, like my soul.

Nancy:

Nancy: Robin, your soul is a latte.

(Yes 🥺)

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Robin: I have a new hoodie.

Nancy: Wrong.

Nancy: We have a new hoodie.

(probably also had this, but it's adorable, they were each others clothes a lot)

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I feel like it's shorter than the others, but also still long.

Anyway, hope you liked it! You can give any suggestions like Steve with the Hendersons (well Dustin and Claudia) or something with specific characters like Suzie and Eden or Angela, Erica and Max.

Lots of Love ✨❤️🥰✨

#long post #the wheelers #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #karen wheeler #holly wheeler #ted wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #argyle #robin buckley #ronance #stranger things incorrect quotes #inccorect quotes

[rainypebble07]

Just finished the story ♡

I'm so glad Mike figured his shit out, and just in time. A shame Will got caught in the crossfire of his denial bubble implosing. It's hopefully the last time that poor boy gets pushed to the ground.

Kinda wondering obsessively about the behind the scenes here. How did Mike react to the lost of half of Will's paintings? Did everything eventually get replaced? How was Will during the months before the shops were combined? It was implied that Mike helped him through something by being his rock.

I'm sorry, i know thats a lot of questions I'm probably being annoying lmao

Spoilers for my fic, It Wasn't A Bad Thing (Rewritten) ahead! Also CW bc I kinda go into some stuff about mental health and I mention suicide in the third to last paragraph

No no no, not annoying at all! This is the kind of stuff I love talking about! Seriously!! (And if anyone's annoying it's me. Do you see how much I wrote?)

First, I'm glad you liked it! I don't often get people talking about it, so this was super nice!

Ugh, and I'm just happy everyone got to figure out their stuff in the end (even if Mike was fashionably late). I wanted to write a story where everyone had a little different problem, but they were all sort of figuring themselves out, right? Mike's figuring out his sexuality, Jane's figuring out if what she's putting people through is really worth it (And side note: it was very important to me that El had a conflict in this story too and that she wasn't necessarily in the right bc I think her role in why Mileven is a bad relationship is often overlooked in the show and I wanted her to be able to figure out that sort of thing), and Will's figuring out how to go about wanting something he thinks he can't have. And then I wanted all the conflicts to kind of clash together at the end, but then they help each other out and get the (sorta) happy ending they deserve! (Sorry about the random explanation, I do seriously love to talk about this stuff)

And your questions about everything that wasn't mentioned before the epilogue were actually really good! There was a lot that was sort of left up to imagination (and a lot still to be fixed) that happened after the big conflict and before the end, so I get it lol. Fortunately, I've thought about it before!

I like to think that all of Will's stuff was replaced. I mean, he couldn't have done half his job without it. Rest assured he was gifted a new microwave from Mike for his birthday (not an antique one, so unfortunately less colorful, but it does the same job). And speaking of Mike, he'd obviously feel really bad about the fact that all Will's stuff was ruined (I think Will would try to keep it from him, but Robin already mentioned it over the phone, so there's really no way to do that now). He'd try his best to help replace what he could because he sort of thinks it's his fault (and Will's like absolutely not, you are not replacing my things for me), but Mike would very much end up doing it anyway. And Will can't really get his paintings back, but he makes a lot of new ones!

And I think there was probably a lot to unpack after the big conflict. Like, everyone's learning to live with these new discoveries about themselves and everything that did happen that night didn't immediately go away the next morning. Will never thought very highly of himself in the first place and what Mike said would stick with him. Even though they made up by the end of the event, I think it would take a while for Mike to fully gain Will's trust again. And also the fact that Will was out on that bridge (he said he never actually planned on jumping, but obviously he was thinking about it) was probably looming not only over his own head, but Mike's too (I doubt they really shared that detail with everyone- maybe just El, but they both got some well-deserved therapy afterward). Just the overall mental state of everyone would probably not be at its best, but Mike and Will are figuring stuff out together now (and obviously El and Mike made up eventually and forgave each other, so she's in the picture too). Not to mention, Mike's not at all used to living as an openly gay man, so Will helps him adjust to that too!

After a couple months, Will would move into Mike's big-ass apartment and sell his so they have some funds for combining the shops (which was Mike's idea, but Will was completely on-board). As for still making money while construction's happening, they probably found some other place to sell some stuff (maybe even just an outside booth in a park, Will can't really give tattoos for a while, but he can do commissions!) Their friends would also try to help fund the construction. Mike's the most well-off out of all of them though, and I like to think he made amends with his family after talking to Nancy more and his parents would eventually totally support the idea of the shop (it might have taken a while for them to come around, but they would. I mean, we saw that Karen was still trying to reach out to him so there's some initiative there).

And then they open the shop and that's the epilogue and they live happily ever after the end. (And sorry I wrote so much, I had a lot a lot to say! Hopefully, it wasn't a completely useless read to you, so have a wonderful wonderful day/night/whenever)

#byler #stranger things #byler fanfic #Can you tell I've thought about this many times?

[autistic-robin]

dysfunctional, angsty el-mike-will fic because i really wanted to write from a byler-aware el’s pov

PART I : EL

The first time she killed the demogorgon, all the way back in ‘83, El thought it was over. The flashing lights sending shadows rippling over Mike’s face, the fear in his eyes as she turned toward the monster, the sound of its screech unfolding around her like Papa calling her name. 

She thought she was gone. But there wasn’t any fear in her, not like there was when she was alone in the lab, not like there was when she hurt Lucas, sent him flying across the junkyard. She was not the monster; she was the sacrifice. She was the protector. Enough, she’d said. No more. She wonders now, three years later in the cold white-walled hospital, how different everything would be if she really had died. Would Max still be alive? Would Mike still be cold to Will? Would Hopper be okay, with just Joyce? She knows it is morbid, but with Max asleep and Mike angry and Will far-away in his head, El feels alone. A small part of her wonders if that is how it was always supposed to be.

She shifts in the waiting room chair, cold leather sticking to her legs. She is waiting for Steve, who is on his way to pick her up. He told her he would be here at four-one-five. Four fifteen. El has been watching the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand tick past three, then four, then five. He is late. 

“Those chairs suck, don’t they?” 

El looks up at the sound of his voice, sees him rushing over to her, looking frazzled. 

|  frazzled: adjective. showing the effects of exhaustion or strain.  | 

“They are not that bad,” El lies, but she still takes Steve’s hand when he offers to help her up. “Where were you?”

He rubs a hand along the back of his neck, apologetic. Guilty. Before Max, El only knew how guilty felt. Now she knows how it looks: shifting eyes, strained smile, weighed-down shoulders. She sees it in Lucas and she sees it in the mirror, every day. 

And now, in Steve.

“Sorry, I was…” he shakes his head, like he’s clearing a thought away. Meets her eyes. “I was helping Little Wheeler with something. He needed some advice.”

El quirks an eyebrow at him. “About Will?”

Steve blanches, blinking a little like he’s Dustin working out a physics problem. “Uh— What do you mean, kiddo?”

He sounds cautious. Careful. El rolls her eyes, feels a small smile tug at her lips. Steve is so oblivious. 

“You really think I haven’t figured it out? I am not stupid. I have seen them together, the way Mike looks at him. I—,”

Steve’s eyes go wide-wide, and El wishes she had Jonathan’s camera. 

“Listen, kid, I swore an oath. Of secrecy.” He shakes his head like he’s clearing a fog. “Doesn’t matter. C’mon, it’s late. I told the others I’d have you back by six today. The Chief’ll kill me if we’re a second later, we both know that.”

He means the cabin. Where El and  Hopper and the rest of the Party have been staying on a “rotational basis,” ever since the rifts opened. That means Mike and Nancy stay over on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Dustin and Lucas stay over on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weekends are spent at the hospital or Hawkins Middle, volunteering. Hopper and Joyce meet up with Murray to strategize every Sunday night, which means El needs to be picked up from the hospital by someone else— sometimes Jonathan, sometimes Nancy, but mostly Steve. He has a car and the most free time out of all of them with everything that is going on.

El did not know Steve very well before all of this— the apocalypse, the Party is calling it, even though Hopper and Joyce don’t like it when they do. Anyway, whatever it is has changed everything, because now El and Steve are friends. Kind of. 

When they get on the road, Steve pulls a mixtape out of the backpack he carries everywhere. It is a Cyndi Lauper mix that he stole from Robin, and El is not allowed, under any circumstances, to tell her or anyone— Dustin included— that he has it, or her ass is grass. They listen to it every time Steve drives her home. 

“Hurry up, Steve!” El says as he shoves it in the tape-player, and he laughs. The opening synth lines of ‘When You Were Mine’ shake through the car, and Steve rolls down the windows and whoops into the night air, and for a split-second the hot pain lodged behind El’s ribs melts. 

“I know, that you're goin' with another guy; I don't care, 'cause I love you baby that's no lie,” Cyndi croons, and El giggles out the words with her as Steve pitches his voice up comically. He sounds like a dying goose. 

“Steve, eyes on the road!” El shrieks when he closes his eyes to belt the chorus. He snaps to attention, turning the music down against her protests. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, laughing. “Got carried away.”

El rolls her eyes, grinning. Things settle down then, the car going quiet and still as the sky darkens outside. Hawkins is pretty at night, El thinks, no matter what Jonathan says. The sky goes all gray-purple, like Will’s watercolors, and sometimes if she’s lucky, the moon follows them home. Tonight, though, it’s hidden behind the clouds— they are looming and dark, worse than the day the gates opened up. 

El turns away from the window.

By the time they make it back to the cabin, the sky is ink-black outside. Nancy’s car is parked on the dirt path a ways away. Steve rolls up beside it and parks just as the front door of the cabin swings open and El’s dad steps out onto the porch.

“You’re late,” Hopper says gruffly to Steve, shading his eyes against their headlights. 

El hops out of the passenger’s seat and bounds across the space between them, pulling him into a one-armed hug. He smells like coffee and pine needles. There is a permanent furrow in his brow. 

“We were listening to music,” El says by way of greeting. “Got carried away.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, a gesture El has come to understand is a nervous tic. “Sorry, Chief. You know how the kid gets about Cyndi Lauper. Not that I— I don’t listen to that crap, but… anyway. It won’t happen again.”

Hopper raises his eyebrows. Steve smiles sheepishly. El looks between them. 

“What’s for dinner?” she asks. 

Inside, Joyce is making burrito bowls for everyone— canned beans and tomatoes, pre-packaged rice, things they stocked up on the week after everything went off the rails. They scavenged enough to last them a solid five months, at least according to Jonathan. The Byers family knows how to ration; El learned when they first moved to California. Even though Joyce had a nice new job, they were very careful about saving food. Back then, though, the food was less bland. Now it is an endless rotation of canned vegetables, rice, and “non-perishable” fruit in jars. Pantry staples, Will called them when they explored the remnants of the Quick-Mart on this side of town. 

|  remnants: plural noun. a small remaining quantity of something; a surviving trace.  |

Now, El looks around at the remnants of the people of Hawkins: Joyce, handing dinner plates to Will and Mike; Jonathan, pulling out a chair at the table for Nancy; Hopper and Steve, trailing into the kitchen. Robin and Argyle and Murray will be here soon with the rest of the Party— they’ve been volunteering all day. A calm spills over her as she looks at her friends. Her family. The surviving trace. 

“El, hey,” Will says over the chatter, waving her over. He and Mike are seated at the kitchen table across from Jonathan and Nancy. “Mom’s got a plate for you in the kitchen. How was— how are you?”

There. It’s there again, behind her ribs: the ache. Max’s absence is punching a hole through her, and it’s growing every day. 

El swallows. “The hospital was fine. It was the same. Max is still asleep.”

Mike isn’t looking at her. He pushes his rice around his plate, and the fork makes a screeching sound. El’s hands twitch to cover her ears, but she keeps them at her sides. 

“Well, she will soon,” Will says, his voice quiet but firm. El meets his eyes and is surprised at the fire in them. “I promise, we’re going to fix this, El.”

El feels her expression soften. She knows Will is just trying to help, trying to “boost morale” like Hopper wants them to do, but things have never been this bad before, this broken. And it’s all because of her. 

“Will… we don’t know anything for certain anymore,” she says. 

He sighs, blinking fast, and Mike clears his throat and looks up at El for the first time since she got home. 

“Well, would it hurt to at least try for some optimism? Moping around isn’t going to change anything, El.”

His voice is flat. El steps back, feels her power wake up like a cat arching its back. 

Before she can respond, though, Jonathan slams his glass down on the table beside her. “Don’t start, Mike.”

“Why are you pissed at me? I’m just trying to help!” Mike says incredulously, swinging a hand out in outrage. He knocks Will’s glass over, and water floods the table. “Shit!”

“I’ll get the napkins,” Nancy sighs, and Jonathan shakes his head and follows her. El can hear Joyce and Hopper talking in tense whispers in the kitchen, oblivious.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, Will,” Mike is saying, trying to mop up the water on his shirt. Will is sitting rigidly, like if he breathes the wrong way Mike will run from the table. 

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Will says, his voice tight. Mike recoils like he’s been slapped, dropping his hands from Will’s shirt, and there’s a beat of heavy silence. El stares hard at the water spreading over the placemats on the table. 

“I… El, look at me.”

El meets Mike’s eyes and wishes she hadn’t. He looks the same as he always has, so genuine. Earnest. His face is wide-open with guilt. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” He breathes in, shakes his head at himself. “I just hate seeing you so defeated. I guess I just got angry about it, for a second. But that was no excuse to lash out. And I’m sorry.”

They broke up three weeks ago in the hospital parking lot. It was anticlimactic. El guesses that for Mike, though, the wound has not scabbed over yet. He is looking at her like she is a broken toy, and it makes something in her snap. 

“I don’t care, Mike,” El tells him, even as his eyes widen in shock and a hot flash of guilt grips her. “I don’t have the time to care about your feelings right now.”

It’s the first true thing she has said to him since they ended things. Her voice is not her own, though. It is heavy and hardened by malice. 

|  malice: noun. the intention or desire to cause harm; ill will. |

Mike’s eyes are wet with frustration. Beside him, Will has tensed up; he is staring at El like she is a bomb that’s about to go off. 

Well, she is not. El is not a weapon, not anymore. If she was, Max would be awake right now.  “Enjoy your dinner. I am going to bed early.”

She turns to leave.

“We didn’t kill her, El,” Mike says in a hard voice, and she stops in her tracks as the full weight of the guilt hits her— Max lying cold and still like a broken doll, Lucas’s shoulders shaking with the grief of it, I’m not ready I’m not ready I’m not ready—

Mike keeps talking. 

“I know you think that’s what happened, but it’s not true. There’s nothing either of us could have done—,” 

“Hey,” Hopper cuts in, heading towards them with a wary expression. Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, and Steve follow him, identical worried expressions on their faces. “Everybody just needs to take a breath.”

“It’s fine,” Mike tells Hopper, still staring at her. “El. It’s not our fault.”

“But we did kill her, Mike,” El says, because he needs to hear it. The rest of the group has fallen scarily silent, but she doesn’t care— can’t. She needs him to hear her, for once. 

“You distracted me. With a lie. You don’t love me, because you never have.”

Mike opens his mouth to retort, but El rolls her shoulders back and says, “No. Let me finish.”

It’s wrong, she knows it is, but El is tired and wounded and wants Mike to feel it. Wants him to understand; this is their punishment. 

“You have never loved me,” El says, her voice a hard, cutting thing, “because you can’t. No matter how hard you try, you can not do it.”

Mike’s chair scrapes hard against the kitchen floor when he stands. He’s breathing wrong, too short and fast like he’s run a mile. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

El risks a glance at Will. His eyes are wide and confused, glued on Mike. 

“I said take a breath,” Hop presses, holding his hands out like one of the hostage negotiators in El’s old movies. Mike flips him off, even though he’s shaking, and that does it.

El glares at him, and it takes everything in her to tamp down the twist of power in her chest, crackling like a hungry fire. 

“It means exactly what you think it means. Come apologize to me when you are done lying.”

El pushes past a wide-eyed Nancy, ignoring the feeling of Will’s stare boring into her. She heads down the hall to her old room, throwing a hand out to shut the door. It slams satisfyingly, rattling the frame. Her breath is coming in short, ragged pants, Max’s bloody face bright on the backs of her eyelids. The room tilts. 

Someone is knocking on the door, frenzied. “El! El, come on, open the door,” Will pleads. “I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”

“You didn’t—,” El starts, but she can’t breathe right and it comes out shallow. She reaches a hand out and grasps at nothing, sinking down onto her bed. Max in the hospital bed like a broken baby bird, the sound of Lucas’s screams, the whole of Hawkins swallowed up all because she couldn’t concentrate. “You didn’t do anything.”

“El, the door’s locked,” Will says. He sounds like he is crying, El realizes dimly. “Please let me in.” 

El breathes in deep, tries to hold it— Joyce taught her this on the cold bathroom counter their first night in Lenora Hills. She’d had a nightmare. Hopper, torn apart in the mall. In for four, hold for four, out for six. 

In, hold, out. In, hold, out. 

The knocking stops, and El hears Will slide down to sit on the floor outside her room. A beat of quiet stretches before he speaks again.

“I’m not leaving you. Mom and Hopper are talking to Mike. You’re not in trouble, nobody is.”

El lets out a shaky breath. When she opens her eyes, the room is still and quiet. 

“I need to be alone, Will.”

He sighs, a sound she knows too well. 

“Well, I don’t want you to be.”

El gets up and moves towards the door, but instead of opening it, she sits down with her back against it like Will has on the other side. She can hear him sniffling, and a pang of guilt courses through her. 

“I am sorry I ruined the night,” El says quietly. 

“No, no, you didn’t ruin anything,” Will rushes out, sounding painfully sad. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? We’re all struggling, El. All of us. You’re not alone.”

She sticks a finger under the crack in the door. Will pokes it with his thumb, and El smiles to herself. Back in Lenora Hills, they spent more than one sleepless night in El’s room, coloring with Will’s best set of pastels and “shooting the shit.” She has missed him horribly, ever since the lab. Part of her is hurt that he didn’t feel important enough to talk to her in her trance, but she figures it all happened so fast he didn’t have time to think much about it. 

Nobody did.

“Mike’s trying his best, y’know,” Will says softly. There’s a warmth in his voice that El does not hear often. Some of her hurt loosens, but the image of Max’s glassy eyes flashes in her mind, and she knows she can not forgive him. Not yet. 

“I know,” she says back. “But arguing with me won’t bring her back. He is wasting his time. Our time.”

“El,” Will sighs, at a loss. He has never been able to accept disharmony in their group. 

| disharmony: adjective. a lack of agreement; conflict; division. |

“I will forgive him when we bring Max back,” El says. “But until then, try to get him to give me space. I don’t want to hurt him, Will, but I… can not be around him without doing it.”

“Okay,” Will says. His voice is quiet, scratchy like his throat hurts. “And El?”

“Yes?”

He clears his throat. El pictures him blinking fast, like he does when he’s nervous after he gets called on in class. 

“What did you mean, earlier? When you said… Mike ‘can’t’ love you?”

El sighs. She can not tell Will the truth, as much as she wants to. She heard things in Lenora, bad things about Stacy Ellis and Maria Davenport— that they’d been caught kissing beneath the bleachers and been suspended. That they were ‘sick’ for it. She thinks it must be the same for boys— that love between them is seen as wrong, somehow. El doesn’t understand why, but she knows it’s supposed to be secret if you feel that way. Sometimes, she guesses, lying can protect you.

And as mad as she is at Mike, she has to protect him. She knows Will wouldn’t care— quite the opposite, if her suspicions about them are true— but it would be like… if Will told Mike that El still wets the bed sometimes. Just mean, wrong. Not her place. 

“I was… lashing out,” she says carefully. “I just meant that I am not… the right person for him. I am not who he really wants.”

Will seems to go still. El hears his breath hitch.

“How could you—? El, of course you are,” he says, sounding pained. “What have the last three years meant, then, if you’re not… if you’re not each others’ soulmates?”

“Will,” El says, “I was confused. We both were. Mike has said the same thing to you, hasn’t he?”

A pause. 

“Yeah,” Will sighs, suddenly sounding very tired. “Yeah, but… he was just insecure. You guys will work it out.”

He does not understand. Something deep in El’s chest twists painfully, and she leans her head back against the door.

“Maybe,” El says. “But maybe not.”

She taps on the door, their secret code for when one of them has had a nightmare and cannot sleep in their room alone: short-short-long-short. Will echoes it back to her, and for a moment, everything feels half-normal again.

“I gotta go find him,” Will says. He clears his throat again. “Call me if you need anything, though, okay? I mean it.”

El feels a ghost of a smile float across her face. Her sweet brother. She hopes they make it out of this so she can see him happy. So they can all be happy. Will and El and Max and Lucas and Dustin and Mike, all together where they belong. “Alright. Love you, Will.”

“Love you, too.”

And then the floorboards creak with the sound of Will leaving, and El is alone. 

#byler #byler fanfic #el hopper fanfic #st4 #st4 fanfic

[queenofbaws]

🌸 + miss jessica riley the snowball/homecoming queen :] and glad to kno ur doing a bit better!! 💖

the enemy of my enemy (is my ex-bff)

Rated T

Nothing is going right in Jess’s world tonight - nothing! She didn’t want to come to the stupid party in the first place, and now shit’s really hit the fan. Last she checked, Mike’s lost somewhere out in the woods, Matt’s nowhere to be found, Josh is fucking dead, and as if things couldn’t possibly get worse, now she’s stuck with the nerd table and Emily. Great. Just...just great.

Her plan? Oh, so glad you asked. She’s keeping to herself, thanks very much. She’s keeping to herself and not dealing with any of them or their stupid bullshit ideas, and if she’s real lucky, she’s gonna be first in line to get her butt off that mountain. There’s just one problem with that: Suddenly everyone’s screaming about Emily being bitten and their stupid fight over Mike doesn’t seem so important anymore.

Shit.

...

It felt dumb as hell to be back upstairs after all the yelling the weird old guy had done about them sticking to the basement. Dumb as hell and more than a little spooky, if she was being honest, but like hell was she about to spend five more minutes in that cramped space with Self-Righteous Sam and the dorky duo. No way. She’d take a mountain monster over those three any day of the goddamn week now that she’d seen the shit they were willing to pull.

She checked her phone, groaned, and crossed to the other side of the room, holding it up towards the ceiling. Did that actually help you find bars? People on tv did it all the time, so there must’ve been something to it, only...

“There literally isn’t a cell tower up here, you know. You could be standing on the roof and not get anything.” Quiet entrances weren’t usually Emily’s thing. She wasn’t the kind of person who like, surprised you by just being there when you turned around; you always heard her coming. So the fact she’d gotten a jump on her like that? Yeah. Just sort of more proof that tonight was well and truly fucked.

“Wow. Thanks. Helpful.” Jess’s lips pursed up tight as she purposely swept her arm out again, straining her neck to check whether she bumped into any bars along the way. “Remind me why you never went out for cheerleading? You’re so good at it.”

There was no snappy comeback. There was no groan. No shitty laugh.

For some reason, that made her stomach twist up into a bunch of knots.

When she finally turned around, giving in the way she knew Emily wanted her to, Jess found her just...just standing there. It was weird how little she looked like herself there in the doorway of Beth’s bedroom, one of her hands picking pills of lint off of her top, the other hanging tiredly at her side. There was a circle of dampness around her shoulder where she’d cleaned herself off in the bathroom, and something that must’ve been gauze covered the massive bite the others had singled her out for. Already there were a few bloody spots soaking through, so she tried not to look at it.

She tried not to look at Emily at all, really. But it was hard.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked, not sounding curious, exactly, but more...suspicious, maybe. Confused. “Stand up for me down there?”

It was a relief to turn back to her phone, bars or no bars. “How about this - when I figure that one out, you’ll totally be the first one I tell.”

send me a flower and i'll make up a fic (that doesn't exist [yet {because we all know how bad my self restraint is}])!!!

#fudgeroach #asks #queenie writes supermassive #daw ty ash!!! its been.........A ROUGH COUPLE WEEKS LMAOOOO #but things are loOKIN UP!!!!! just a couple more weeks to go........

[dark-magical-ships]

15, 18

Hi Mike!! Thank you so much for the asks! :D <3 Alrighty...

15. What is your current writing habit?

Writing only at work. XD The gatehouse has just turned out to be like the perfect environment for me. Quiet, not too many distractions but not totally devoid of them, easy access to Outside when I need fresh air, and I'm mostly there at night during my most creative hours. Perfect writing recipe for me.

18. Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.

I've posted this before on my main, where it was heavily redacted, but short of digging into my Dragon Age fics (which I've considered dropping into Anonymous or straight-up orphaning more than once, honestly), it's still my favorite dialogue I've written so far. <3

“Who had the Dragon Steak and Dwarven Battle Bread?” the server asked. “Cheers, ma’am,” Naomi grinned and accepted her plate from the other woman. When everyone had been served, all four spoke in unison before digging in, their chorus of “Itadakimasu!” ringing a little in the unusually empty dining room. Naomi nudged Katsuya with an elbow as she cut into her steak. “Or should I say, ‘I’a-darkey-mass?’” Hiroto barked a laugh, then swore as he tipped his cup a little too far and spilt his soda. “Shit, Naomi. I’d forgotten about that!” Katsuya elbowed her back, grinning. “That first day I asked you to hang out and you were all ‘Oh, alright, sho'nuff, thanks fo' th' invite! I'll be thar! Bob’s yer uncle!’ and for the life of me I could not figure out what it was you said.” His squeaky-voiced, excessively Cockney impression of her was not flattering, and Naomi harrumphed with feigned indignation. “I never sounded that bad!” She sniffed, primly sipping her iced tea with her little finger sticking out. “And I did not say ‘Bob’s yer uncle.’ That’s not even the right way to use that expression.” Katsuya snagged a piece of her Battle Bread from her basket and waved it at her. “Pffft doesn’t matter. Still couldn’t work out what the hell you said to me.” Naomi rolled her eyes at him, taking the time to eat a bite of steak before responding. “Why’d you even invite me, then, Katsuya?” “Fuck, you know why Naomi.” Katsuya raised his eyebrows at her. “You saved our asses, we owed you dinner. Simple math, you limey.” He threw a chip at her, which Naomi anticipated and deflected. “Git,” she said with a fond grin, and he cuffed her lightly on the shoulder. Anzu, who had been watching their exchange with the look of a man watching puppies play for the first time after spending a month in isolation, raised an eyebrow at Katusya. “I thought Naomi just got herself beaten up along with you guys?” Hiroto nodded enthusiastically, swallowing a bite of his teriyaki chicken. “Pretty much. While the big guy was busy making sure she stayed down, though, I got him with a nerve strike.” He demonstrated a swift jab with his fork. “Then Katsuya threw her over his shoulder and we booked it.” Katsuya nodded sagely. “Ergo, she saved our asses. By getting hers kicked. Pass the ponzu sauce?”

#ask game #q&a #amy writes #thank you for the asks!! <3 #about The Longfic #s/i: naomi carter

[oneirataxia-girl]

royalty au + faith ? <3

Dolly I think I need to pick apart your brain bc HOW TF did you know that I had an Elaith royalty au when I was planning au fics for each of my st ocs??! even I forgot that until I went back through my sullied reflections notes, literally how???

the working title for royalty!Elaith was Sticks and Stones, and here are five hcs I have for Faith!

Faith is very far down the line for the throne. the Fortier family themselves aren't even actually related to the current monarch, they're just favored for their skills in a wide range of fields and the royal family's kept them close for so long that they're practically one big family

despite that, Faith manages to become one of the most loved royal figures and becomes one of the kingdom's ambassadors, a direct contrast to her brother Valor, who quietly serves in the military and is largely unknown to the people

Eleven is a member of Faith's personal guard and is trying (and failing, but she refuses to admit it) to convince herself that she likes another staff member in the castle, Mike Wheeler

because not only is it frowned upon for royalty to have relations with the people serving them (as in the servants in the castle, commoners however? okay as long as you don't actually marry them), but it's also very much a no-no for Faith, engaged to a foreign royal from her birth, to have romantic relationships

but what El doesn't know, is that Faith has also been pining after her for as long as she's known what a crush is...

give me an au + oc and I’ll list five things that happen to them!!

#the title does not fit the fic at all rip #also elaboration on the not allowed to have relationships thing #it's the custom for the country faith's engaged person is from #oc: faith fortier #alvita's answers

[wrenthemoralfander]

Here’s a lil fic for you all.

TW: Stalking, Implied Murder, Doggy missing, and kidnapping, oh and implied stealing of money

And before you ask, yes, same world as Lisa.

Micah walked through the forest with his guide dog. The group was supposed to wait for him but left them behind. That was a problem for him, because he couldn’t see.

Like at all.

He relied on his hearing. So, it was bad that he didn’t know where he was going. He knew where the location was, a field with a gazebo and a torn down mansion to the northwest of the gazebo.

He was walking and yet he couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. His guide dog knew that if he ran, he could hurt Micah.

He had heard stories about the forest. Stories that a young warrior, once kind and sweet, twisted into a monster, cold and dead, desired a soul to claim as his keeper. He was unable to be detected, no one ever picked up on him, because it said the soul that did would be claimed as his keeper/partner. He didn’t believe any of it, he just thought this whole idea was stupid. He should have just gone with Connor, and help look for his best friend, Lisa.

The sound of twigs snapped and Micah stopped. He took a moment to listen,  but when he heard nothing, he started walking again. He knew there were no sticks on the path.

After a few minutes he heard a twig break again. However, Micah didn’t know what to. did he run, did he keep walking and hope it would leave him alone? He was unsure. “Breath, Mikes, Breathe. It’s just your paranoia getting to you. Remember what the doctor said? It’s Just your imagination.”

Eventually, he found the gazebo where they were supposed to meet, but when they got there, his dog started barking, whimpering, and then when the dog turned around, it ran down the steps and started growling. 

Micah felt with his cane, and found his friends lying there. His friends, were lying there warm. Warm…yet dead. Micah turned back to hear his dog growling and as he went down the steps, he heard the sound of slow applause.

“InTeReStInG SpEcImEn, ArEn’T wE?” That voice put Micah on edge. “No OnE hAs EvEr SeNsEd Me BeFoRe. YoU, WhO CaNnOt SeE Me, ShOuLd Be DEAD. No Non-believers cAn EnTeR my domain aNd LiVe.”

“Um… excuse me. Can you speak normally?” Micah asked, Which seemed to annoy the figure, either because Micah asked politely or because Micah accidentally interrupted him.

“Ugh. Fine.” The figure said before the figure walked towards him, looking at his eyes. “You are the most Unique, Most extraordinary thing I’ve ever gazed upon. You’re the only human who is able to sense me.”

The dog tried to intervene. The man snapped his fingers and Micah discovered the leash felt light. “Calm down, my keeper, he isn’t a dead dog. I just put them elsewhere.”

Micah froze. “Guards,” the sound of stomping could be heard, as two tall figures approached. “Hubris, Caah-ano, if you would be so kind as to carefully accompany the keeper to his new residence, I would be immensely FLATTERED!”

Micah tried to run but was grabbed by them. “No, no, no, you must stay. I must protect you. I can’t protect you if you leave.” Micah struggled, as a man took his cane from Micah. The cane was given to the man.

“Shh… stop fighting, I will take good care of you. And in time, You will understand and come to appreciate your champion protecting you. So until, at sunset, or by the light of morning, why don’t you close your eyes and sleep?”

Micah’s eyes, grew heavier and heavier until he could keep them open no more.

The beast looked at the guards. “His name. Did you catch his name?” The hulking guards shook their heads no, which seemed to upset the warrior greatly. “No matter, I will learn it in due time.”

“Now, I’ll go buy some food. With the money I’ve gained, I’ll be able to afford food for him.” He said leaving, smiling as the guards carefully take his new keeper to his new room.





#original fanfic #original writing #original character #tw stalking #tw implied death #tw implied murder #tw kidnapping #tw missing dog #yes same world Lisa is in #Micah is Lisa’s friend and dogsitter #micah oc #His dog is alive #I swear

[rinkrats]

🥺 that mike lange story. But also those tags #sid loooves christmas #he loves giving presents #looks good in red #piles on the pounds fast #post hockey career as santa 😂😂👌🏽👌🏽

he loves his mementos and presents and is COMMITTED to them. scrapbooking. matching jackets. little pills with hidden motivational messages~*~ his love language is gifts and neck smooches and stalking geno. relevant right now are some anecdotes i sent a friend earlier this year for dorky sid gifts fic fodder:

1. Crosby's constant thoughtfulness would be impressive from anyone, much less someone of his stature.

"Sid always texts me happy birthday, he's always asking me like, how's Russia?" Evgeni Malkin said. "We talk and message all summer. He asks me how my skates are. He knows, like, everything. He follows my Instagram, I think (laughs)."

In addition to having a handle on those little details, Crosby is constantly providing those around him with memories and mementos. If the team is on the road and goes, say, sightseeing or to a sporting event and takes a group photo, Crosby will later send a framed copy to everyone.

When Ron Hextall and Brian Burke watched their first Penguins game in person, Crosby is the one who approached head equipment manager Dana Heinze and asked for two used game pucks to give to the new GM and president of hockey ops. 

After the Penguins won in 2009, Crosby had jackets made for the three players on the team who had scored a Cup-clinching goal in Game 7: Talbot (Pittsburgh), Ruslan Fedotenko (Tampa Bay) and Mike Rupp (New Jersey).

"They were blue jackets with gold buttons, and each one had a patch on it that said 'GWG Game 7,'" Talbot said. "At one of our first team meals the next season, he presented us with the jackets and did a big ceremony with the music and stuff. We had a private room in the restaurant. I still have the jacket."

-The Consummate Teammate, Captain and Ambassador, Feb 2021

2. Merz: My first interaction with Sid was when we were on the bench, guys were talking about a teammate, and the first thing this 15-year-old says is, “Hey, guys. Let’s keep everything positive. Don’t talk about your teammates that way.”

Salcido: When we were getting ready for nationals, he found these little pills that you could put a hidden message inside. They unscrewed, and inside was a tiny scroll. He gave one to every teammate. … He had everyone fill one out. He didn’t tell anyone what to write, but he made it known that we all knew what the goal was: winning nationals. So we wrote on our scrolls, rolled them up and put them in the pill thing. We kept them with us everywhere we went.

-‘Is this real?’: Stories of Sidney Crosby’s year at a Minnesota prep school, May 2020

3. On “Butterfly Boy” Jonathan Pitre:

Though the Senators are his team, Sidney Crosby has always been Jonny’s favourite player. After the TSN documentary airs, Tina gets a call from the Penguins. Sid needs Jonny’s measurements. He wants to have a suit made for him by his personal tailor, Domenico Vacca.

“It’s the kindest, sweetest gesture,” Tina says. “Sid heard that Jonny went to a lot of games, so he wants him to look like he’s one of the guys.”

“I want him to feel like a pro,” Crosby says. “Here’s a guy who is going through something so painful, and his first thought is always, ‘How can I help others?’ When I was young, I’d watch on TV the players coming to the rink in their suits. That was a cool part of being an NHL player. I want him to feel that, to make it as real as possible for him.”

Tina tries to discreetly measure Jonny while she’s changing his dressings. But he’s way too smart for that.

“Um, Mom, why are you measuring me? Am I going for surgery again?” he asks.

“No, no!” Tina replies, trying to reassure him and come up with a good lie, all in the same breath. “The doctor needs them just to make sure they have proper dressings next time you are in.”

A few weeks later, the sharp navy blue suit shows up at their front door, along with a couple of ties, an autographed stick and a handwritten letter from Sid. 

“His eyes just light up,” Tina says. “Jonny always liked to be well-dressed, and he just loves having his own suit. It fits perfectly. He looks so good in it.”

-Beauties by James Duthie (2020)

4. Pascal Dupuis inspired his Pittsburgh Penguins teammates on their run to the Stanley Cup, and Sidney Crosby found a special way of driving that message home.

Dupuis retired in December with lingering health concerns because of blood clots. Despite his NHL playing days coming to an end, the veteran forward remained an integral part of the Penguins and was in uniform to hoist the Cup after Pittsburgh's six-game win against the San Jose Sharks in the Stanley Cup Final.

On Sunday, Dupuis brought the Cup home one last time as a player to share a special day with his family, friends and hometown fans.

"Yes, it does feel bittersweet a little bit," Dupuis said. "You get the Cup, you want to celebrate. But at the same time I got a gift by the mail [Saturday]. Basically, it's a book of all the pictures of all the good stuff we went through. It came from Nova Scotia, so you guys can figure out who it came from (Crosby), but he couldn't give it to me during the season, he saw me skating a little bit.

"And he sent it [Saturday], before my day with the Cup, so he knew what he was doing to get me right here," Dupuis said, putting his fist over his heart.

-Pascal Dupuis shares Stanley Cup with family, friends, Aug 2016

5. In 2011, Crosby was out of the lineup with a concussion, and the Penguins made their annual visit to Children’s Hospital.

Crosby got along so well with one boy there and was so touched that he later asked Bullano to go back... just the two of them, no cameras, no attention.

When Bullano and Crosby met for the follow-up visit, Crosby appeared clutching a pair of Toys “R” Us bags, filled with a Transformer toy the two had discussed.

“He literally bought every type of this toy they make,” Bullano said. “[Crosby] had never seen it before and thought it was so cool.

“There are no pictures of this. There’s no video. He was laying in the bed with the kid. They were just playing. We were there for over two hours. I got to know the mom really well because we were just sitting there.

“The kid had no idea. Didn’t expect it. They had no idea he was coming. We got there and he said, ‘Hey buddy. hope you don’t mind that I came back.’ The kid couldn’t believe it.

“[Crosby’s] crazy cool about stuff like that.”

What’s crazy is trying to recount the many times stuff like this has happened with Crosby:

• The Little Penguins Learn to Play program has been around for nine seasons, outfitting now 1,200 kids with free head-to-toe hockey equipment. Not only does Crosby serve as the face of the program — which the NHL has now adopted — but he helps fund it, too.

“There’s an awareness of what a person in his position can bring,” Penguins vice president of communications Tom McMillan said. “I think he activates that as much as anybody I’ve seen during his playing career.”

• After a recent practice, Crosby noticed a local family in the Penguins dressing room, approached them, introduced himself, learned their story and wound up giving them a signed stick.

Nobody asked Crosby to do that, and he wanted zero credit when discussing it a couple days later.

“For people who have the opportunity to come in here, people dealing with certain things, if you can brighten their day a bit or spend some time with them, it’s something that’s special for all of us,” Crosby said.

• A few years ago, through a team charity event, Crosby befriended a 4-year-old Amish boy with cancer. Crosby remarked to Bullano how much he loved talking to the boy because of how engaging the boy was and how he wasn’t consumed with technology. Crosby even tried to visit the boy but learned he had passed away.

• He learns the first and last names of the kids who attend his hockey school in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia.

“Two kids came from Japan its first year,” Bullano recalled. “He was so blown away by that. He couldn’t wait to meet them.”

• Earlier this season, the Penguins welcomed Grant Chupinka, 24-year-old cancer patient, into the dressing room. Crosby chatted up Grant and his parents, Steve and Kim.

He spent his usual time — about two or three times the requirement. Gave the tour. Then found out the Chupinkas didn’t have tickets for that night’s game and decided he would pay for them to go.

“I’m sure he could just give them an autographed puck or something, but he takes his time to go out and see them and talk to them and get to know them,” Brian Dumoulin said. “It speaks volumes for him and who he is as a person.”

Spend any length of time with Crosby during his visits with those less fortunate, and a few things become obvious.

One, Crosby is really good at these. Smooth but not in a slimy way. Sweet. You know how when you’re around someone talking and they go out of their way to make eye contact with everyone around? That’s Crosby.

He’s also humble, always introducing himself like those he’s meeting don’t already know. Holding a hand is no issue. And Crosby is the rare 20-something pro athlete without kids who acts every bit like he does.

“It is not an easy situation to talk to someone with terminal cancer,” McMillan said. “A lot of people couldn’t do that. He has an amazing ability to do that and make that person feel good.”

Crosby has welcomed several Make-a-Wish kids and tries, if at all possible, to schedule such events for practice days — to maximize the time he’s able to spend.

He’s developed a special friendship with Patrick McIlvain, a soldier who nearly died when he took a bullet to the head in Afghanistan. McIlvain actually does physical therapy with one of Crosby’s sticks.

A former club hockey player at Cal U, McIlvain comes by every year, and the Penguins don’t even bother to tell Crosby. Either he already knows or immediately stops what he’s doing to come say hello.

“He’s not doing it to leave a legacy,” said Terry Kalna, Penguins vice president of sales and broadcasting. “His numbers leave the legacy. He’s just a down-to-Earth, good guy.”

Before a visit, Crosby has Bullano email him what is essentially a scouting report on who he’s going to meet. He likes to learn about them, their situation and what they’ve been through. As much information as he can ingest. Crosby never just swoops in, shake a hand and leave.

“As much as anyone has ever seen, he accepts the responsibilities of being not just a professional athlete but a star professional athlete,” McMillan said. “He views it as part of the job. Like coming to the morning skate. That’s just what you do.”

Put another way, “he owns those moments,” says Kalna.

Said Bullano, “He’s just a good human being.”

-When it comes to giving, Sidney Crosby does as much as he can, Feb 2017

6. When Crosby received a generous signing bonus on his Reebok deal, he wanted to share it with everyone.

“He gave everyone on the bus gifts,”  says Oceanic radio commentator Michel Germain. “Him sharing his bonus with all the people he’d been travelling with for two years, that impresses me greatly. I think the most important thing about Sidney Crosby is his personality and the kind of human being he is. What he exuded. The inner richness he’d already developed.” 

-Superstitious and generous, Dec 2006

7. also this simply because it makes me ;w;

Even in defeat — no, especially in defeat — Sidney Crosby proved why he wears the "C" for the Penguins.

After the game, with his heart sinking and his season over, the Penguins’ captain bent over, sank to the ice to pick up the puck, took it to linesman Tony Sericolo and then skated to his team’s handshake line.

I immediately thought of a View from Ice Level I’d written on Crosby making sure a retiring official was sent away from PPG Paints Arena properly. I knew picking up the puck wasn’t for the same reason that was, but I also knew, in some way, it was connected to Crosby’s awareness and respect of the game.

“It was for the Islanders,” Crosby told me after the game, his eyes swollen from a first round exit – by way of a sweep to make it worse. He told me how the winning team always wanted the puck, and it was his way of providing it for the Islanders.

Crosby looked me right in the eye as he told me this, just as he did with every other member of the media to come to him after the loss.

I could tell from those swollen eyes and the way he sat at his stall, by himself with his hands folded as he stared blankly, that Sidney Crosby is much more used to being on the receiving end of a puck when a series ends than he is at retrieving it for the winning team.

That scene. His swollen eyes. Staying in the locker room until most had left – talking to anyone who needed him. Most of all, though, picking up the puck that prompted my question in the first place and making sure the right people got their piece of their own history.

It all adds up to one thing: In victory and in defeat, Crosby respects the game above all else – just as he’s always done.

-Even in defeat, Crosby shines, April 2019

#anyway this was a nice walk down memory lane after the disastrous game rip #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #hockey #text

[puredivinity]

compliment. (levi ackerman x reader)

word count: 1000

• “I would like a fluffy scenario with Levi, you know, someone hearing him say sweet stuff to his s/o??”

here’s levi just giving his wife love!! i had fun writing this and made myself laugh a few times, so i hope you guys enjoy it too :)

thank you anon for requesting this! i hope it’s what you like it! i couldn’t figure out how else it could play out, without seeming unoriginal.

i used one (1) gendered noun in this but other than that, that’s all!

also this is the first canonverse fic! 

masterlist

Levi had been more vocal than usual. He’d been talking more and complimenting you more than usual. You weren’t complaining, but you were, however, very confused. Bewildered, baffled, puzzled, what have you. You wondered what made him this way, because usually, he wouldn’t have much to say. He was a quiet man, and spoke whenever he felt like it. But today, something changed. He’d been praising and giving gentle compliments to you.

It started when you first woke up. The sun peering in from the window to the floor, making you crack an eye open. Levi had already been awake for a while because of his insomnia, and you happily greeted him with a raspy voice. Your head on his bare chest, heartbeat echoing in your ear, and his slender fingers weaving themselves through your hair. This was how things normally were, and something the two of you looked forward to. As you awoke from your slumber, eyes fluttering open, you picked up him whispering something to you. It was indecipherable at first, but you soon picked up on what he was saying. 

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered, though it came out muffled. Levi was gingerly kissing the top of your head, one hand in your locks and the other rubbing your back. You smiled, burying your face in his chest. A giddiness washed over you, as it usually did whenever he complimented you. You loved moments like these, as they were rare. Eventually, the two of you got up to shower and finish your routine before heading to training.

The next time it happened was when you were eating lunch. Sat in his office, you settled on the couch and him at his desk, filing through the reports. You had a book in one hand and your spoon in the other, bringing it to your lips. As the hot soup slid down your throat, you flipped the page. It was quiet, as usual. The two of you never spoke at this time, outside of a few comments and remarks here and there. Meanwhile, you concentrated on your novel, just getting to the good part.

Levi’s voice broke the silence. “Hey brat,” he called out to you, shuffling some papers in his hand. His eyes flickered up from the sheets to you, catching your gaze. You quirked an eyebrow, silently asking what he wanted. He stared at you for a moment before speaking. “You’re pretty, you know that?” He returned to his work without waiting for an answer, leaving you dazed. 

“Huh?” you mumbled, tilting your head to the side. This made two compliments within six hours, which was unusual. “Levi,” you closed your book after placing a marker between the pages, hopping up from your position on the couch. He grunted in response as you approached him, scanning the words on the document. “Look at me,” you said and placed the back of your hand on his forehead and neck, checking his temperature. “Are you sick?”

He swatted your hand away, scoffing. “Tch,” he crossed his arms, looking somewhat offended yet amused at the same time. “I’m fine, brat. Am I not allowed to compliment my wife?”

You reached down to cup his face in your hands, tilting it upwards. His eyes bore into you, making you bite your lip in contemplation. “I guess not,” you finally uttered, using your thumbs to squish his cheeks. “It’s just a little unusual coming from you, that’s all.” you kissed his puckered lips, laughing as he swatted you away again.

The third time it happened was your favorite, by far. You were in the mess hall with your comrades, Erwin, Hange, Mike, and, of course, Levi. You were holding hands underneath the table, his thumb stroking the golden band on your left hand. He was sipping from his teacup as the three of them conversed, offering a snarky remark at a few of Hange’s statements. 

You’d been so busy laughing at the things that the group was saying and enjoying yourself that you hadn’t noticed a pair of steel eyes fixated on you. Levi was watching you. Admiring you. He was sitting there and taking in your form, starting with the way your face lit up while your laughter resounded through the room. You wiped tears from your eyes, unable to stop yourself from crying. 

You and Levi retired to his office after you were done, kicking off your boots and jacket. Your fingers began working at your straps when you noticed Levi hadn’t moved. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed. He was staring at you, a tender look in his eyes. 

“What?” you drew the word out, a smile spreading on your face. “Whatcha looking at?”

“You.” He pushed himself up, striding over to you. Levi stopped in front of you, arms snaking around your waist. He pulled you close; so close that you could feel his breath fanning your face. Your hands moved from their place on his shoulders to up his neck, then finally to rest on his cheeks. 

“Me? Why me? Do you think I’m pretty?” you teased, batting your eyelashes. Levi snorted, rolling his eyes. 

“No, I find you utterly repulsive,” He responded, words dripping with sarcasm. You chortled, pinching his cheek. 

Oh, how you loved this man.

“That’s not what you said yesterday. Or this morning,” you tapped your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. He flicked your nose, chuckling at your antics.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, kissing you. Giggling, you returned it. He hoisted you up by your waist, carrying you to his bedroom.

Both of you failed to notice the door creaking open and Hange sticking their curious head inside. They observed the moment between you two, and shook their head, laughing as they closed the door. Hange opted to save what they were going to say for later, as it wasn’t worth interrupting your cute moment. 

Plus, it’d be much more fun to tease you about this later, anyway.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reader insert #fluff #request

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Breathcatching || Eleven x Reader

Day 1 of Fictober

Pairing: El x [gn]Reader + bonus wingwoman!Max Mayfield

Requested: Can you pls do a eleven x reader where eleven kisses the reader cause the boys told eleven that a kissing someone meat you loved them and yeah I thought this idea would be cute lo

A//n: i cannot tell you how much I loved this request, this is beyond adorable. Please know El loves you very much, and Max just wants her ship to set sail already. I used fictober to help me with inspo, which is why this and the following fics are probably not gonna be super great

Fictober Prompt: “no, come back”

Warnings: shit ton of fluff, and a shit ton of spelling/grammar errors im sure.

There you were again. Just, existing, and it was enough to make El’s stomach errupt into… butterflies? Yes, that was it. She remembered hearing the phrase on the television and how it caught her ear. What an odd thing to say, she remembered. Then again, she felt so grown up everytime she learned a phrase like this. And human. The boys, aside from Mike, and occasionally Will, would giggle when she tried using sentences when she learned them. At least, when she used them wrong.

Even Max would chuckle, shake her head too, but at least she’d correct her. She’d be able to learn.

El loved learning, especially when it meant showing off to you. She loved picking up simple phrases, and odd sayings, and being able to casually use them when in conversation with you. You always understood what she was trying to communicate, even if she did get it wrong, sometimes.

One of the many reasons why she loved “being your company”. Don’t be fooled, though. She is very bright and incredibly perceptive. She could always tell when something was wrong. Like today.

You were acting very strange, in fact you had been for some time now but today was by far the most concerning to her. You had managed to keep up the charade from the others to the point El was completely baffled as to how they couldn’t possibly see something was clearly bothering you! Didn’t they know you at all? She had only known you a year and already she felt as if she had known you her entire life, naturally she had picked up on your tells very early.

So here she was, with the biggest frown on her face (quite contradictory to the baby pink strawberry ice-cream cone sitting in her hand) as her eyes sit on your isolated form back at the table. Your head was down, your face a complete blank slate as your eyes glazed over as your mind was taking you far away. Herself, Max, and the boys were currently waiting in line at Hot Dog on a Stick and while the others were currently engaged in a discussion about The Terminator, El was hellbent on figuring out why you were so distraught.

“Something is wrong.” El stated again, her attention never once wavering from you aside from the flickering glance she sends to Max in worry.

Max glances over her shoulder to find you waiting somewhat patiently where they had left you across the food court. You had offered to save the table while they got food, and it wasn’t much longer that you felt a second pair of eyes boring into you that you looked up. Max and El were staring at you from their place in line between the boys, and out of reflex you felt your eyes squint a little as you sent them a genuine smile. Max returned your smile before returning to El, muttering something that looked like reassurance judging by her body language to the anxious looking brunette who had her full attention on you.

You squirmed a bit under her stare, your eyes finally breaking away from hers hoping she would drop it. Your stomach was doing flips and a heat raged from the tips of your ears to far below your neck, your heart pounding. It was a feeling you were getting a lot lately around El, and as time crept on it was getting harder to deny these feelings. It has really been throwing you off lately, and surprise surprise, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin either didn’t notice it or were too hesitant to address it.

Unbeknownst to El, Max had in fact tried to approach you about your odd behavior. And while you had managed to avoid spilling your guts to Max, you didn’t necessarily have to for her to understand. Max was no fool either, which was brought this specific air of confidence to her now as she watched El carefully, waiting to see what El would do.

“Y/n’s just had,” she frowns thoughtfully, before fighting a smirk at El. “A lot to think about lately. It’s probably best to leave it be.”

El looks to her best friend, her eyes quickly scan Max’s face for any sign of… well anything. She wasn’t quite sure what Max was up to, and the Mayfield girl wasn’t exactly giving her much to work with. She quickly fell into a shrug, any trace of mischief quickly vanished from her face which confused El. For all she could tell, Max was serious and she quickly decided she didn’t like that at all.

You were there for her when she felt the most lost, how could she possibly even think to leave you stranded and alone if you were feeling the same? The person who twisted her stomach into knots in the best way possible, the person who visited her thoughts the most. It was Y/n.

El shakes her head, looking to Max defiantly, though her tone is lighter than her stare. “No.”

El hikes her chin, and takes off across the food court with zero hesitation. Max watches, turning slowly to watch El stalk off as she wears a blank expression.

“Wait…” she mutters sarcastically, a smile tugging the corners of her lips. “Oh no, come back. That’s not what I wanted to happen at all,”

Max watched triumphantly as your head picked up from its crestfallen state to look at El who approached the table. Already, she noticed the change in you.

“Hi, El.” You said, mustering a smile, though this time it did not feel fake. “Not hungry after all?”

Her stern glare she had held on her features in the past moment had melted immediately when she got to you. All that remained, was a soft look as she stood taking you in, specifically your body language.

“Is everything okay?” You ask finally, fighting a gulp.

“Somethings wrong.”

She watched you carefully as your eyes widened slightly, and you spared a quick glace to the party only to see them laughing and perfectly fine. You sit up a bit in your seat, scooching in further to the side for her to join you in the booth as you looked at her in concern.

“What, what’s wrong El?”

She shakes her head quickly when she realizes she has been misunderstood, and eagerly takes a seat next to you. You try not to notice the pink you may or may not be seeing in her cheeks and you do your very damn best to not focus on the fact she is now close enough for you to smell the cabin on her clothes. It was a pleasant one you often associated with your growing feelings for her. But there was no time to think about that now, not when something was wrong.

“You tell me.” She answered, catching you off guard.

Your fluster returns under her unwavering stare and you struggle to avoid her gaze. Once again, it is not hostile. She merely watches you with the softest look in her eyes. El was examining but also admiring every detail of your face at the same time.

You’re ready to spew the same response you always do, your shoulders rising in a weak shrug but the words, ‘I’m not sure what you mean?’ something completely different leaves your mouth without your permission.

“I don’t know, things have just been different I guess.”

You finally allow yourself to gulp as you look back at her with a sinking gut. You ask yourself why your heart is ready to explode out of your chest but you know the answer. The answer you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself, let alone to El. And there was no chance things would work out, you guys just weren’t on the same page.

“Different how?” Her voice is soft, and it makes you melt a little as it had been doing.

You shrug again, looking back at the hem of your shirt as you began fiddling and as you do you see her take another bite of her ice-cream cone from the corner of your eye. “I don’t know, it’s probably stupid.”

That is when the oh so velvety soft look she always wore just for you turned to something resembling anger.

“No.” She said sternly, making you look back to her. “Not stupid.”

It’s your turn for your expression to soften as you look at the determination in her eyes. All she was missing was a nosebleed, and it would have been chilling if you didn’t know how upset it clearly made her to hear you speak negatively about yourself. In fact it cheered you up in a way, and gave you a surprising amount of hope.

And try as you might… You just can’t help but think how adorable she looks right now. She always was, that was a damn fact but as she sat next to you now with a cone in her left hand, strawberry ice-cream on her upper lip and by far the most intense stare you would ever see in your life you were certain you had never seen a girl so charming.

Slowly you crack a smile and a small giddy laugh builds up inside that’s desperate to break free. It was the kind of spontaneous laughter that spread all throughout your body, warming you up until all you could think about was how giddy you suddenly felt. El’s priceless reaction not only does nothing to help but instead fuels your happy laughter as her eyes widen a bit. Her eyebrows raise and her strawberry ice-cream mess of of lips part in a confused manner as she tilted her head. She looked like a damn puppy dog, the cutest damn puppy dog you’ve ever seen and it makes your heart melt.

“What?” She asks.

Your laughter subsides, and through weakened chuckles and a now brilliant smile you point to her lips. “You uh, got some ice cream. Just there,”

Her eyes widen again, and her hand instinctively flies up to wipe it away but she freezes before she can do that when she catches the gleam in your eye that lingered. That beaming smile still on your face as you looked at her.

The word 'pretty’, in her opinion, didn’t ever quite feel like the right word to describe the look of happiness on you. What was that word she had heard on one of Hopper’s old movies? It was one of those rare words she felt she didn’t have to ask about, it seemed to make sense to her. Something so pretty that it takes a moment to catch your breath; Breathcatching. Yeah, that must be it, El was pretty sure she remembered that right.

You were simply breathcatching, especially when you looked so happy and she was not eager for that to go away. So instead, her hand fell to her lap, and with a silly smile she looked to the melting ice-cream cone in her hand and softly jammed her upper lip into the ice-cream. You gave her a wild look of confusion despite your laugh, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“El!” You laughed, much to her enjoyment. “What was that?”

“You’re laughing,” she shrugs happily.

Her eyes are simply gleaming as the biggest smile you ever seen on her accentuates her cheekbones, her eyes never leaving you for a second. You stare at her again, your mouth agape yet still in a confused smile as you try to decipher this bizarre roller-coaster of a conversation. You shake your head, your lips pressing together in a pleased smile as you let out a small chuckle.

A cold but soft pair of lips hit yours before you can realize El had leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes popped out of your head before fluttering closed, your heart for sure exploding in your chest and dizzying your head. The kiss lasted seconds but felt much longer and somehow far too short. You were disappointed when she pulled away, your gut sinking suddenly but it disappears as soon as you see the glee in her eyes.

“El!” You yelled in hushed shout despite the smile on your face, and quickly you looked around to see if anyone had seen that before looking back to her smiling face. “What was that?”

She looked as id she was thinking about it for a moment, but she nodded reassuring herself. You didn’t know but she had been thinking about a talk she had with the party a couple weeks ago. It was about something she hadn’t really fully understood on its own, but it all clicked when she thought of you. She finally had a word for what it was that made her the way she always was around you. How happy she was, how protective she could be of you, how silly she got around you.

“Love,” she answers simply, with a shrug.

Your eyes widen again, as do you gulp a second time. If this was all some cruel sick joke the others put her up to. Tricking her into something she didn’t have any prior knowledge about… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

“W-?” You licked your lips out of nervous habit, your stomach doing more flups when you taste the strawberry that was now on your lips. “Love? You-? What are you saying, El?”

She nodded, her brows beginning to knit together as she studied your reaction.

“Dustin said,” she began, and your heart fell straight into your stomach in worry. “kissing is a way to show someone you love them.”

And just as fast your heart shot right back up to your throat.

El loved you? Eleven loved you? For weeks now you had been trying so hard to stamp down your hopes and expectations that she would ever return your feelings given how close she was with Mike. And while it was true she did at one point harbor feelings for the Wheeler boy, that all kinda changed when she befriended you. You were something else entirely, in your own breathcatching way and it confused her now as you seemed surprised she felt this way about you.

“You… love me?”

El smiles when she realizes how flustered you are, and like you had moments ago, she can’t help but think how insanely adorable you look. You feel her hand slip into yours, intertwining your fingers together and she leans in again. You’re happy to feel her lips on yours again, your head going dizzy and she pulls away to look at you with the sweetest grin. Her eyes now held a gentle mischief, as if asking you if you were still unsure.

Okay, so maybe you were on the same page.

#fictober #fictober 2020 #fictober2020 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #eleven x reader #el x reader #gn!reader #one shot #requested #fictober 2020 day 1 #fic

[argylemikewheeler]

if you are still doing short fic prompt time uhh how about Mike giving Will a nice set of paint or markers for his bday?

Oh I'm loving the Will's birthday theme we have going here. OKAY SO: Mike definitely thinks about getting him new paints the day AFTER his last birthday and he just. plays the waiting game. he starts right away doing odd jobs to make extra money, taking more shifts at the movie theatre (because i always want him to work there idk why don't take this from me), just anything he can to save up some money. basically he over saves because he has no idea how much new paints cost. like no idea. then he goes into a hobby store and he's like. give me the best paints you've got. and slams down his wads of cash like will this cover it. the older man behind the counter is like... son these can't be for you (punk mullet mike?? and not even knowing the brand of the paints he wants? not a chance) and mike's like no sir they're for my... best friend. yessir best friend and he is going to love... them. uh huh love them only.

so Mike gets the paints and wraps them (three months early) and gets so excited to give them to Will. He draws a card (of stick figure Will in a smock with a little red ascot and beret like a french painter) and it's all Happy Birthday!!! Hope today is as wonderful as YOU!!! and then there is a SINGULAR HEART at the very bottom next to where mike signs it. And it's subtle and it's cute. SO when Will opening gifts-- and reading the cards-- dustin is the self-volunteered shaker of gifts. And he's shaking the heavy paint set (it's a lot of tubes of paint, people. mike wheeler is not a cheap pre-boyfriend) and they all hear the tubes clank around and Will reads the card too fast and only sees it's from Mike and says thank you and then reaches for it before dustin breaks it. and of course he loves it. he jumps up and holds it at arm's length and just grins and laughs and bounces on his toes and is all how did you know how did you know???? and mike really doesn't know how he knew but he just... knew, ya know? that's his best friend that his will of course he knows when Will wants/needs new paints. of course. that's just how they work.

later, after the party, when they're all cleaning up, will comes up to mike with his card and gently places it down in front of him. mike's putting wrapping paper into a trash bag and thinks will wants it to go in the trash too and for a moment his heart stops and breaks and then will just. points to the heart. That's how you knew, Will says. And yeah, maybe that is how he knew, Mike thinks (getting a little peck on the cheek), he knew because he’s in love.

#byeler #byler #summary fic

[zackcollins]

love you like there’s no tomorrow || mitch marner

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Author’s Note: Hi! I know it’s been a while and I apologize for that. I’ve just been in a rough spot mentally so I’ve been having a difficult time focusing on writing. The words haven’t really been flowing, ya know? I’ve been having a better time focusing on playing video games because that numbs my mind more and makes me have to think less and less about what’s going on around me. Anyways... I hope that didn’t feel too real for anyone or depress them too much. sorry if it did. I didn’t mean to upset you. GIF credit to naivelystan!

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything. But feel free to let me know if you disagree. As always, I’ll happily add a warning for something if you feel something needs to be warned about!

Word Count: 3.6k+

Title: Nobody by Dylan Scott

Additional: Even though the reader is portrayed as being a goaltender for the Leafs, they are gender-neutral! This is my fic and I do what I want. I hope you guys are okay with that. Enjoy this and let me know if you have any ideas for future fics. My ask box is always open for requests!

It was a television timeout nearing the end of the third period. You had skated over to the bench to see if the goalie coach had any advice for you. When he shook his head at your asking, you nodded in approval and turned to your teammates. 

 Mitch, who was sitting right in front of you, immediately pointed behind his goaltender. You lifted your mask and turned to see what was there. You saw a couple of the in-arena employees looking at you, both of whom quickly turned away when they noticed that you were looking at them. You weren't certain but you thought you saw a blush rise on one of their cheeks.

 You raised an eyebrow as you turned back to Mitch.

 “What was that about?” You asked. You took your bottle out of your glove and squirted it over your face, shaking off the excess liquid. 

 “What do you mean ‘what was that about?’” Mitch asked, looking at you quizzically. “The in-arena staff look at you all the time.”

 “I mean, yeah? I do play on this team.”

 Hutch reached over and swatted you with his glove. You looked over at the other goaltender and frowned. “What was that for, Hutch?”

 “They look at you because you’re attractive, you idiot,” Hutch said, rolling his eyes. “That girl Mitch pointed out was talking to her friend about asking you out for drinks after the game.”

 You felt your face heat up as you skated back to the crease. You glanced over to where the girls had been. When you met their gaze, one of them winked at you and the other waved and smiled toothily. You did your best to smile in return but you were fairly certain it came across as awkward or goofy. You certainly knew that your stomach felt awkward or goofy from that exchange, though you couldn’t exactly pinpoint if it was from excitement or from the strange look you could see on Mitch’s face as he lined up for the faceoff to your left. Sighing, you pushed those feelings aside and focused on tracking the puck after Edmonton won the draw.

 The puck cycled along the boards for a few minutes, leaving your teammates hemmed in their zone for a long shift. You heard T.J. say something about how he had been out there for close to two minutes and that everyone else was in a similar boat. You took a deep breath and leaned around Leon, Alexander, and Joe to try to see the puck where Tyson had it at the point. Alexander tapped your left pad, which was the telltale sign that the shot was coming to that side. You mumbled a quick thanks as you readied yourself in the crease. 

 When the shot came, it hit Joe’s ankle and shifted to the right. You stretched your pad and goal stick in that direction hoping that either would make contact with the puck. You looked over after a moment and noticed that the play had continued on to the corner boards. You blinked as you assumed proper positioning to watch the play progress.

 ice save.” You glanced over your shoulder and noticed the referee, Graham Skilliter, standing behind the net. “That’ll make some highlight reels for the next month or so.”

 “Oh,” You said, shifting to the other side of the net to follow the play. “Thanks, bud. It must’ve hit my stick because I didn’t realize I saved it.”

 Edmonton turned the puck over to Hyman who tried to exit the zone but got Tyler Ennis’ stick directly to the skates. He fell and the puck instead skittered over to Mitch who passed it back to Justin, who was standing only about five or six feet in front of your goal crease.

 “I’m sure there'll be a replay on the Jumbotron in about two seconds. Furlatt is calling Ennis for a trip as soon as Edmonton touches the puck again.”

 You nodded and not two seconds later Eric Furlatt blew his whistle because Ethan Bear had touched the puck. You turned to grab his bottle, taking a quick squirt through the cage on your mask. When you turned back around, you glanced up at the Jumbotron. The save was replayed from three different angles, all of which made it look more impressive than the last. You felt a small sense of pride wash over you as you shifted your attention from the video to the score clock. It told you that there were barely over three minutes left in the game. You took a deep breath and readied yourself, even though the faceoff was in Edmonton's end of the ice.

 As soon as the puck dropped, Wayne cycled it around to Jason who passed it back to T.J. T.J. toed the blueline for a moment before he found a lane to shoot. The red light behind Mike Smith lit up and the powerplay unit swarmed T.J. at the sideboards. You banged your stick against the ice a few times as you watched everyone skate down the bench for their fist bumps. T.J. skated over to you, tapping both of your pads with his stick.

 "Figured you needed a goal to win the game," T.J. said, chuckling. "Can't finish a game nill, nill. This isn't soccer."

 You tapped the seat of T.J.'s pants with your goal stick, smiling and chuckling. "Thanks there, bud. I'll do my best to make it count."

 T.J. smiled, leaning in to press his helmet against yours. "That's all any of us ask, bud. For you to try your best. We love you regardless. Mitch especially. I hope you know that."

 A large knot had formed in your throat so all you could do was nod and smile weakly; you hoped that T.J. found that sufficient enough thanks. When T.J. smiled and squeezed your shoulder, you got your answer.

 "What's…" you coughed, clearing your throat. "What's taking them so long to drop the puck?"

 "Smith tweaked something in his knee and needed the training staff to go attend to him."

 "T.J.! (Y/N)! We're ready!" Bogosian called from somewhere behind them.

 "Remember, we're proud of you." T.J. tapped his helmet against yours one last time before skating back to the bench.

 As you readied yourself in the net, you swallowed every emotion that had surfaced during that conversation with T.J. You didn't need to have a breakdown about this right now. Not while you were trying to preserve a 1-0 lead with two minutes fifty-eight seconds left in the game. You could have a breakdown about this when you were in the comfort of your bed at home.

 The last two fifty-eight went by in a blur. You couldn't even tell anyone anything that happened, save for the fact that Edmonton didn't score. How they didn't score, you didn't know. You were almost on autopilot because of how unsuccessful you had been at trying to push your emotions aside. They had crept back in and they were all you were thinking about, no matter how much you should've been focusing on the game. But you were only human. And humans aren't always going to be one hundred percent invested in their job, no matter how much they love it.

 When the team swarmed you at the end of the game, you felt overcome with emotions. It had been an incredibly long time since hockey had made you have such positive overwhelming feelings. Being with Toronto was more than you could've ever hoped for. They loved you more than you could've ever hoped for; you loved them more than you could've ever hoped for. You and the Toronto Maple Leafs were a match made in Heaven.

 "(Y/N), hey," Mitch said, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Why're you crying, bud?"

 "Hmm?" You mumbled, only half tuned into your surroundings. "What was that, Mitchy?"

 "Crying. Why're you doing it?"

 "I'm no--" you stopped when you realized that your eyes were watering and leaking. "Oh. I guess I am, aren't I?"

 "Is everything okay? You're, like, the most brave dude ever. Seeing you crying makes me want to cry." Mitch frowned, grabbing your glove as you both skated off the ice.

 Once you both were down the tunnel, Mitch led you into the empty trainer's room, closing the door behind you. You sat in one of the office chairs and Mitch knelt in front of you, sliding his gloves off and placing them at your feet. Mitch hovered his hands over your pad straps and glanced up at you; you removed your helmet before nodding your approval.

 As Mitch unlaced the straps, you slid your hands out of your glove and blocker. You placed them in your lap, running a hand through your hair and shaking it loose of sweat when it came out.

 Mitch moved your pad off, placing it on the ground to his left. He moved his hand down to your skate, carefully working on unlacing the boot.

 "I asked you a question, ya know," Mitch said without looking up.

 "You did?" You replied, genuinely confused. "I must've zoned out between getting off the ice and now because I don't remember what it was."

 Mitch patted your knee before he slid your skate off. He placed the skate sideways on top of the pad before moving his attention to the straps of your other pad.

 "I'm not mad at you. You did look really out of it." Mitch fumbled with one of the straps, cursing sharply as he tried to unlace it. When it finally came unlaced, Mitch flipped it off and stuck his tongue out at it. "Fuck you, you stupid strap."

 You scoffed and kicked Mitch with your socked foot. Mitch looked up and stuck his tongue out at you.

 "This is why I never became a goalie," Mitch mumbled as he went back to unlacing the straps. 

 A few moments passed, filled only by Mitch cursing obscenely at your pad straps. Once the last strap was unlaced and the pad was off and to Mitch's side, Mitch puffed his chest before reaching down to start unlacing your other skate.

 "Anyways. I asked you before if everything was alright. You were crying and you never cry."

 You swallowed thickly, running a hand through his hair.

 "Ye… Yeah. I'm grand, bud," you said, though you knew even a dead man could hear that you were lying.

 Mitch looked up, pursed his lips, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

 "Ye… no. No, I'm not sure." You slouched in the chair, dropping your head into your hands. "A few things that happened in the period confounded me at the end there."

 Mitch placed your skate sideways on your other pad before he stood from his kneeling position. He motioned his hands up a couple of times. You got the hint, raising your arms above your head. Mitch grabbed your helmet, glove, and blocker and placed them on one of the pads. When he turned back to you, he lifted your jersey over your head, draping it over the back of the chair. Mitch then unhooked your chest protector and dropped it atop your goalie pads. Once all of your equipment was out of the way (save for your pants), Mitch sat in your lap and wrapped his arms around your neck. You swallowed a nervous breath as you wrapped your arms around Mitch's midsection.

 "Care to share what those things were?" Mitch asked, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "I'm willing to listen to whatever the problem is."

 You nodded, clearing your throat. "After Hutch said that girl wanted to ask me for drinks, I made eye contact with her and her friend on my way back to the crease." You felt Mitch's heartbeat falter a little. To compensate for that, you ran your hands slowly along Mitch's ribcage. "Something weird fluttered in my stomach. I'm just not sure if it was from her winking and her friend waving or from you looking like you wanted to murder someone after seeing what they did."

 "Mmm," Mitch mumbled, his heartbeat faltering a little more. "I know what I want the answer to be."

 You ignored Mitch and continued with your explanation. "Then, at the end of the period, I was overcome by the fact that there's no place I'd rather be than in Toronto." Mitch's heartbeat began to even out a little after you said that. You hummed as you reached up and unlatched Mitch's helmet, sliding it off and dropping it at Mitch's feet. You pressed a soft kiss on Mitch's forehead; Mitch's heartbeat suddenly spiked again. You brought your hands down and ran them softly along Mitch's ribcage. "You guys all love me more than I could've ever hoped for; I love you guys more than I could've ever hoped for."

 "Some more than others." Mitch's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. His heartbeat had taken to a sporadic beat, almost as if he was nervous or scared of something.

 "What is that--" you started.

 "What did T.J. tell you?" Mitch cut you off, lifting his head to look at his goaltender.

 "Oh, uh…" you mumbled. "All anyone could ask of me was that I tried my best. And that everyone loves me. You especially. But what does--"

 Mitch's only response was to grab your face and pull you in for a kiss. You startled but made no move to push Mitch away. The kiss only lasted a few moments before Mitch pulled back and swatted the back of your head.

 "That. That's what it has to do with anything."

 You felt your entire face and the tips of your ears burn red-hot as you sat there and looked at Mitch. Mitch rolled his eyes and patted your cheek

 "(Y/N), Christ," Mitch said, dropping his head back into the crook of your neck. "I've been flirting with you for months. How have you not noticed yet?"

 "Flirting with me for months…?" You replied, scratching your chin. "Since when?"

 Mitch giggled, vibrating against you. "Every morning when I bring you your coffee."

 "But you--"

 "No, I really don't," Mitch mumbled. "I only bring everyone else coffee after they've asked me to. I bring you your coffee when I buy mine on the way to the arena because I know your order by heart."

 "T-"

 "Two sugar, oat milk, caramel and hazelnut shots. Yeah., bud, I know."

 You ran a hand through Mitch's hair, stopping briefly to soothe his scalp. Mitch hummed, nuzzling closer to you.

 "I know that you like your post-game shower to be exactly seventy degrees and not a degree warmer or colder."

 "Mitchy, I--"

 "Not done yet."

 You promptly shut your mouth and returned to soothingly running your hands along Mitch's ribcage.

 "I know basically nothing makes you angry. Save for people that don't know how to use their signals properly when they're driving."

 "Pisses me off to no end."

 "I know, bud. I know," Mitch mumbled, pressing a kiss to your neck. "You also laugh like a moron at those stupid cat videos on YouTube. And just stupid things cats do in general."

 You chuckled, running a hand through Mitch's hair. "Cat people see cats doing stupid things and we have to laugh. It's the law. Sue me if you don't like it."

 "I never said I didn't like it, you goober."

 "Yeah, yeah Mitchy."

 Mitch hummed, squeezing you tightly. You smiled and squeezed back. Mitch wiggled around a little and hummed some more. He huffed a breath after a moment and curled in on himself. He mumbled something that you didn't hear, prompting you to card your fingers through Mitch's hair.

 "What was that, baby?" You asked, pressing a kiss to Mitch's temple.

 "Said I was gonna love you until the good Lord comes to collect us."

 You froze, staring down at Mitch. "You… you don't even believe all that strongly in God, Mitch."

 "You're right, but I believe that you believe. And that's good enough for me."

 "Mitch, I--"

 "I said I loved you, by the way. Or did you miss that?"

 "Wha…? Oh! Yeah! Sorry," you said, distantly. "It's been a while since I've been someone. Sorry if I'm rusty."

 Mitch chuckled, his breath tickling your neck. "It's fine, (Y/N). I knew it had been a while. That's why I didn't come right out and tell you how I felt. I wanted you to figure it out on your own so you could have enough time to decide if you were ready to date again."

 "Mitch…" you trailed off after your words caught in your throat. You took a moment to gather yourself before continuing. "Of course I'm ready to date again. Nobody is ever gonna love me as you do, baby. You already love me more than my last few partners."

 Mitch sniffled, wiggling around in your lap. You ran your hands along Mitch's ribcage and pressed a kiss to his temple. "It's okay, baby. You're safe with me."

 "I'm gonna love you the only way I know how, (Y/N)," Mitch mumbled, his voice strained at wet. "And that's by doing actionable things. Like bringing you your coffee every morning. Or remembering what temperature you like your post-game shower."

 "Whatever you need to do, I'm okay with. If it makes you happy, it makes me happy."

 Mitch let out a sigh that was soon followed by soft, even breaths that sounded like snoring. You ran your hands along Mitch's hipbone and whispered sweet nothings into his temple. Mitch huffed but didn't awaken. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss where you had been whispering. Mitch mumbled nonsense and smiled in his sleep. A small smile washed across your face as you continued to run your hands along Mitch's hipbone.

 Mitch had been asleep in your lap for ten or fifteen minutes when the door of the trainers' room swung open. Justin was standing on the other side, a relieved look on his face.

 "There you tw--" Justin started.

 Mitch huffed, shifting in your lap. You looked up at Justin and gave him a death glare.

 "Quiet. He's sleeping," you said, voice hushed but stern.

 Justin chuckled, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. "Does that mean you finally got your head out of your ass and noticed that Mitch is in love with you?"

 You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "How many of you knew?"

 "Literally everyone. Except you. Even T-Bear knew. And he's an Oiler now."

 You shook your head and chuckled weakly. "For a goalie, I have a hard time seeing what's right in front of me."

 T.J. appeared beside Justin and smiled triumphantly. "There you are! Keefe is going crazy looking for you and--" T.J. paused and blinked when he noticed what was really in front of him. "Keefe told me Mitch would be with you. But did I believe him? No. Idiot, I am."

 "Yeah, yeah," you mumbled. "I finally got my head outta my ass so Mitch and I are dating now."

 "We… we are…?" Mitch chimed in, his voice groggy from sleep.

 You looked down at Mitch and kissed his forehead. "Yes, baby. We are. I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow."

 Mitch lit up as he reached up and grabbed your face to pull you in for a kiss. You smiled into the kiss, holding onto Mitch's jersey for traction. When you both pulled apart, Justin and T.J. were smiling softly at you from the doorway.

 "We'll tell Keefe we found you," T.J. said, turning around. "But we'll also tell him that our starting goalie and Mitch finally unstuck their heads from the holes in their asses so they need some private time."

 "Th… thanks, Teej," you said, your face and the tips of your ears burning red-hot.

 T.J. turned back long enough to smile before walking away. Justin watched him walk away before he turned back to you and Mitch. He smiled fondly at you both as he pushed off of the door frame.

 "I should get back too," Justin said, motioning over his shoulder. "I don't need Keefe mad at me next." He smiled as he took two steps down the hallway.  "Just know everyone--myself included--is proud of you for tonight's game, (Y/N). You did amazing." Justin walked away but stopped just before the end of the hallway and turned around. "Congratulations on the relationship as well. Everyone is gonna be so stoked for you two.."

 "Thanks, Hollsy," you and Mitch mumbled at the same time as you both watched Justin walk away.

 Once Justin was out of sight, Mitch looked up at you and smiled fondly. You looked down at Mitch and returned the fond smile. You both stared into each other's eyes for a few moments just gazing at the fondness and pure emotion you could each see staring back at the other. When you both looked away, you brought one of your hands up and cupped Mitch's chin, tilting it up and bringing your lips together with Mitch's.

 While they kissed, you felt your entire world coming together. You were happy in Toronto because you loved everyone here more than you could've possibly imagined. Because you loved Mitch more than you could've possibly imagined. You were happy here because everyone loved you more than you could've possibly imagined. Because Mitch loved you more than you could've possibly imagined.

 Everything about Toronto was perfect because everything about Toronto involved Mitch. Mitch was everything to you. You were willing to admit that. Even if it had taken you a while to realize that in the first place. 

 Mitch was everything to you and you were going to love him like there was no tomorrow.

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[teamhappyme]

peonies

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

a/n: happy valentine’s day my friends!!! here is a cute lil Carisi fic that made me feel a lil less blah today. i love and appreciate you all so so much!

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“Liv, I’m gonna bring these witness statements to Carisi before I head out. You need me to drop off anything else?”

“Nope, just those statements for him. And thank you for dropping them off, y/n. I can get home and spend some of the day with Noah.” You saw her put the chocolate heart in her bag, along with the dog stuffed animal she picked up from a vendor earlier today. 

“He’s gonna love that dog.” You commented, and she looked up and smiled. 

“I hope so. And hopefully it will put off the argument for getting a real dog a little longer.”

You laughed, knowing how much every little kid wants a dog. But stuffed animals were always a good second. 

The two of you walked out of the precinct together, both surprised that you were getting out of here while the sun was still out. 

“Tell Noah I said Happy Valentine’s Day. I owe him and the Rollins girls an ice cream date.”

She smiled. “I will. Have a good night, y/n.” 

The walk to the courthouse was cold, and you passed by at least a dozen vendors with Valentine’s day themed food and goodies. You made it almost the whole walk without caving and buying something for yourself, but the cute little puppy on the styrofoam hot chocolate cup was calling your name. 

And of course you bought one for Carisi too.

You made your way through the maze that is the DA’s office, finally making your way into Carisi’s small office. But the ADA in question was nowhere to be found.

You placed the hot chocolate on his desk, smiling as you saw drawings from Jesse and Billie taped to the file cabinet, Jesse’s little ‘Uncle Sonny’ handwriting too cute to handle. He’d only been moved into the office for a few weeks, and it looked like he was finally settled in. You heard the horror stories of having to move out the copy machines, but it all seemed worth it.

He had his degrees hanging on the wall, along with a quote from the declaration of independence, because this man lived and breathed the law. 

You turned to walk back to the chairs, when a picture frame on his desk caught your eye. You’d seen the one of his beautiful goddaughter’s Billie and Jesse, and knew there were a few of the giant Carisi clan scattered around. 

But this one was in a clean black frame, and you had to do a double take to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. 

It was you in the picture frame. 

Actually, it was you and Sonny in the frame, laughing uncontrollably with disco lights in the background. 

You recognized the venue immediately, it was the indoor roller rink from Noah’s fifth birthday party. You hadn’t gone roller skating since you were a kid, and you were extremely apprehensive to get back on the skates. But Sonny convinced you to try again, sticking to your side the entire time.

The picture in question was after you had slipped. You were preparing to meet the floor in a painful thud, instead you felt two arms wrap around you, keeping you close and still on two feet. It was Sonny. 

You didn’t know this picture even existed, otherwise you would’ve gotten your hands on it pretty quick. You couldn’t help the smile spread across your face knowing that Sonny wanted it on his desk, to see your laughing faces everyday.

“Hey.” Your eyes snapped up to the doorway, Sonny standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“Hey.” You stepped out from behind his desk, pulling the file he needed out of your backpack. “Um, I brought the witness statements for the Carson case. There’s quite a few here, so hopefully you can get some of them to testify.”

He took the file from your hands, placing it on his desk. “Thanks, I’m getting ready to prep with Hannah, so this will be helpful.”

“Good, that’s good.” You said while running a shaky hand through your hair. 

You know he must have seen you looking at the picture of the two of you, and now you didn’t know what to say. He was carrying a bouquet of beautiful flowers on Valentine’s day; clearly he had some plans tonight.

“Those flowers are beautiful, you have a lucky Valentine tonight?” You asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between you. 

He smiled, his turn now to run a hand through his quaffed hair. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. 

“Liv texted me, gave me a warning that you were headed over. I would’ve been here when you got here, but I know you don’t like roses, and it took me four different shops to find pink and white peonies. Thought I was gonna have to fight the guy next to me for ‘em, but he grabbed the tulips instead.” 

He extended the bouquet to you, and gently took the flowers into your own hands. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite flower. When did you even let that comment about roses slip out? 

“Sonny, you didn’t have to get me flowers.” You commented, but couldn’t resist sticking your nose in to smell the fresh flowers.

He smiled, glad that you liked the flowers, while shrugging off his overcoat. “I wanted to. You’re working on Valentine’s day, just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Well this is definitely more than special. No one’s ever bought me a bouquet of my favorite flowers before. Not even someone who has a picture of me on their desk.”

You saw his cheeks turn red before he dipped his head toward the floor. “I figured you saw that.”

You placed the flowers down next to your bag, joining him behind his desk. You grabbed the picture as he finally brought his head up to look at you, a smile still resting on your face. 

“I really like this picture. I’m just mad that you kept it to yourself, I would’ve loved to have a copy for my own desk.” 

“I think I could get you a copy. But you’ll have to thank Dodds for the photography skills.” Of course it was Mike Dodds that withheld the image from you. 

“I’ll be sure to send him a text.” You said and placed the image back on his desk. You just now noticed the files piling up on his desk, and spared a glance at your watch; it was only five oclock. He had a long night ahead of him. “Well, I won’t stand in the way of you and your important ADA work.”

“Y/n/n,” He grabbed your hand as you took a step away from him, and you turned to look back at him. “The files can wait ‘til tomorrow. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

You smiled. “Would I like to go to dinner with the only man who’s ever remembered my favorite flower?” He laughed as you gave his hand a squeeze. “I would love to, Sonny.”

You gathered your belongings, making sure there was enough room for you to carry the flowers in your hand. The two of you walked out of the courthouse together, the sun setting over one hogan place as you exited. 

You were halfway down the steps when he stopped, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He started rambling about how it would be impossible to find a restaurant on Valentine’s day, how he was an awful planner, and now you’d have to wait in the cold for hours. 

But all you could focus on was the way the sun was hitting him, covering him in an orange glow, his hair slightly fussed by the new york city breeze. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t let him stand there without letting him know.

He continued to ramble as you took a step toward him, complaining that you were going to end up eating hot dogs from a vendor.

“Dominick,” you said, and the sound of his real name leaving your lips got him to shut up. 

You reached up, running a hand through his fussed hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Once you were satisfied with the outcome, you rested a hand on his chest, as his free hand found your waist. He smiled before leaning down, your lips meeting his in an incredibly sweet first kiss. 

You pulled away after a few seconds, not wanting to cause a scene on the courthouse steps, and matched the smile that was still on his face.

“How do you feel about pizza for dinner?” He asked, his hand finding your own, linking your fingers together as you resumed walking down the steps. He gave your hand a squeeze, and you couldn’t help but look up and smile at him.

“Pizza and peonies, what more could a girl ask for?”

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