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obsessedelusional · 8 months

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Internets Favorite Fangirl

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ✦ You are the internets most famous fangirl. You were a famous actor with no shame in thirsting over celebrities. So naturally you’re very public about your love with Pedro Pascal. Only to switch up when watching TLOU, fancying Bella. What happens when you show up to an award show they’re both attending? poorly proofread

word count ✦ 3,700ish

authors note ✦ hey sorry I’ve been mia I missed all y’all and want to start posting again anyways here’s a bellaxreader I wrote several months ago lmao im gonna post a few bella things I’ve been working on and even venture into tlou ((Abby Anderson is the love of my FUCKING LIFE)) ily bye

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It had become a reoccurring theme in your press interviews to be asked who your recent celebrity crush was. It started when you landed your first big movie. Shortly after the release in a chance to find out more about you fans search the internet for any crumb they could find. Someone found an old Harry Styles fan page you had when you were a teen. You were absolutely mortified by the stuff they were finding. Deleting it wouldn’t undo it so you learned to embrace it. Quickly becoming the internets most famous fan girl.

Making TikTok’s and tweets thirsting after unattainable celebrities. The whole internet eating it up and thirsting along with you. Your most recent viral moment was a TikTok you made featuring the infamous dvcree Pedro Pascal edit. Your face green screened over the original with a caption talking about this singular edit has taken over your for you page and you were enjoying every second of it.

With the upcoming release of the anticipated second movie to your most popular role you were busy doing press work. Sometimes by yourself but mostly with the rest of the cast. Today you were invited to do an google auto complete video with you male costar, Johnathan, who plays your love interest.

The first board asking where your from, then your age, and other basic questions. The next board is handed to you all the google searches begin with ‘who’.

“Who is y/n?” You read aloud laughing as you read.

“I am. That’s me. I act sometimes but mostly embarrass myself on the internet.” You costar laughs agreeing with the last half of your statement.

“Who is y/n dating?”

“I wish I had some juicy gossip to share but I’m as single as it gets.”

“Who is y/n’s celebrity crush?” You sit there and think, your smile grows bigger when it comes to your mind.

“Oh this one’s easy. I know.” Jonathan says.

“Who?”

“Pedro Pascal.”

“Pssssh that was so last week.” Jonathan audibly gasps.

“Who then?”

“We’ll it’s actually his fault.”

“Who’s fault?”

“Pedro’s.”

“Please explain.” Jonathan says confused.

“Well I’m late on the train but I just binged watch The Last of Us. I was the last of us to watch it.” You laugh at your own joke, Jonathan doesn’t only shakes his head disapprovingly.

“Anyways I started watching it for Pedro but stayed for Bella Ramsey.”

“Bella? The one who played Ellie?” Jonathan asks, his face telling you he doesn’t get it.

“Yeah them. You may not understand but the girls will get it.” You respond.

“Okay you heard it here first y/n is single and wants Bella Ramsey. My turn.” He says as he reaches for his board to read off the questions directed at him.

—

A few days pass before the video is released. Your publicist notify you it’s out and you don’t dare watch it, just pray that you didn’t do anything to embarrassing this time. It doesn’t take long before your notifications are flooded with people talking about the interview. You read a few before realizing a theme, Bella.

Everyone is tagging Bella in clips of you gushing over her. An edit of you saying the girls will get it followed by edited clips of Bella to the beat of a song. You may have watched it one too many times before favoriting it. Just as you about to close TikTok you get an Instagram notification from a verified account. It’s Bella following you, you click the notification not believing for a second it’s real.

But it is.

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Two weeks ago Bella had made the first move by following you on Instagram. The internet went crazy when they realized quickly shipping the two of you. No one realizing that was the extent of your relationship, mutually following each other on instagram. It had crossed your mind at least a hundred times, you had drafted plenty first messages. Always deleting your words before you could muster up the courage to press send.

Tonight no different, you were in the process of preparing for a movie and tv awards show. In your dressing room being pampered by your glam squad. Clicking away at your phone looking for any sign that Bella was going to be here tonight. If they were you’d have no choice by to say hello. Cursing yourself because if only you had messaged Bella beforehand this would be less awkward.

A knock at your door steals your attention and your crew stops what there doing. The door opens revealing your manager, the biggest grin on her face. Something was up.

“We have a surprise for you.” She sings with a soft smile.

“So finish what your doing and meet us in room A3.” She says before shutting the door. You ask your team if they know what’s happening but they all answer with a shrug of the shoulders.

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“Why are there cameras?” You ask as your guided to room A3. The door is shut, your mind races wondering what it could possibly be. Everyone around you is looking suspiciously excited for what’s about to happen. Your instructed to open the door so you do so, peaking your head in as it creeps open.

With nothing more than your head in the room, you peek around into the darkness. Blinded momentarily when the light turns on from inside. Blinking as an attempt to get your sight back your greeted by none other than Pedro Pascal.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You spit following with a squeal as you shut the door. Leaving Pedro alone in the room with whoever else in there. He erupts into laughter, a sound you had heard many times online.

“There’s no fucking way this is real.” You turn around ready to run greeted by the camera shoved in your face. Realizing you have no choice in this matter. With a nervous breakdown around the corner you open the door. Peaking your head once again making eye contact with Pedro.

“I’m sorry.” You say too afraid to approach already had made a fool of yourself.

“Don’t be.” Pedro laughs, calming your nerves temporarily.

“Hi.” Is all you can manage to spit out.

“Hi honey,” he smiles and waves, making you melt. The two of your still stood a few feet apart. You’re looking him up and down and moving your gaze onto your manger who’s sat in the corner motioning you to get closer.

“You can come closer. I don’t bite.. I mean unless…” His voice trails off and turns into laughter. You laugh before closing the gap, hugging Pedro. After you pose next to Pedro as photos are taken. His arm rests on your shoulder. You look up at the man next to you he’s already looking down at you.

“I was so excited to meet you a few weeks ago.”

“How long have you guys been planning this?” You ask.

“A little over a month.” Your manager answers.

“Yeah then you had to go and switch up on me.” He sighs dramatically, letting his arm fall from your shoulders.

“What did-“

“Don’t act so innocent Y/N. Don’t think I didn’t hear about your new found love for Bella.” Your eyes go wide realizing what he’s talking about.

“They better not pop up out of nowhere. I can’t handle two surprises today.”

“See exactly it’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.” Pedro whines face falling.

“You do matter but…” You start to go on about Bella but stop your self.

“But what?” Pedro must notice your the worry in your face because he takes it back.

“I’m just giving you a hard time.” He teases.

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“It really was nice meeting you.” You say your goodbyes but decide to follow it up with an apology for your actions when you were surprised. The cameras were gone now.

“Don’t worry about it. If anything I should be worried. Bella’s not gonna be happy with me.” Your ears perk up at the mention of Bella not being happy.

“Why?”

“I’ve said to much.” He attempts to change the conversation.

“Wait you can’t just say that and pretend like you didn’t.” He let’s out a defeated sigh in response.

“Bella has not shut up about you in weeks. I tried to convince them to tag along but they refused. Which turned into a whole thing. Bella made me promise several times not to embarrass them.” Pedro rambles on before stopping face full of regret.

“I won’t say anything if you won’t.” You respond.

“Deal.”

Maybe you don’t plan on repeating the words that had come out of Pedro’s mouth but they surely lit the fire in your self to finally message Bella or maybe even say hello if you saw them tonight. Your rushed to finish getting ready before being instructed to walk the carpet. Taking pictures first and then stopping to do mini interviews.

Your in the middle of the red carpet where your stood answering questions for some publication. When you hear the crowd and paparazzi roar. Bella is stood next to Pedro, they’re holding hands. Pedro giving his full attention to the cameras while Bella is sneaking glances at you. In front of the camera still and the interviewer waiting for an answer you smile one last time, waving softly before going back to answering. Your whole demeanor changing from the subtle interaction with Bella, suddenly a little more smiley than before.

Eventually you’re seated at table, you say your hellos to the few people sitting with you. The seats next to you empty, so you take a peek at the name tags on table. Pedro is suppose to be sat right next to and Bella next to him. You don’t have time to process it because you hear the voice of the man who’s suppose to be sitting next to you. You turn around and he’s busy talking, no sign of Bella. You face forward in your seat, pulling out your phone to distract yourself.

“Told I’m sitting next to you but I don’t want to.” Pedro says from behind you. You smile politely kind of confused watching as he changes Bella’s name place with his. Sitting down where Bella was suppose to be. He sports the biggest grin as you realizing what he’s doing. He whispers you’re welcome before averting his attention else where.

Within seconds your planning your escape but it doesn’t matter because the familiar British accent fills your ears as they chat up some other people at a nearby table. If you left now it’d be too obvious, so you sit there painfully waiting for Bella to sit right next to you. A few long minutes pass before you fill the seat being pulled out and someone sitting down. You look over and smile, making eye contact with Bella who’s a few inches away.

“Hi.” Bella says with a shy smile.

“Hi.” You say back, barely a whisper.

“This is kinda crazy. I’ve never been to an event this big. Especially in America, this is on a whole other level.” Bella explains, staring a conversation.

“Oh yeah you’re probably far from home. Where do you live?” You ask, you already know the answer but Bella doesn’t need to know all that.

“The UK.” Bella responds.

“Oh damn. I’ve had to make that trip a few times. Absolute hell.” You say causing Bella to laugh lightly.

“Yeah kinda. Getting used to it after so many times. It’s usually worth it.”

“Well I hope this time is worth it.” You respond, you haven’t stopped smiling since Bella sat down.

“It already is.” Bella teases, their tone a bit flirty causing you to temporarily malfunction unable to come up with a response. Thank god some camera man comes by asking Pedro and Bella to take some pictures before the show starts.

As soon as Bella’s attention isn’t on you anymore your aggressively messaging your best friend, freaking the fuck out. As you’re typing some one grabs you hand, trying to get you to stand up. It’s Pedro and he’s begging for a photo with you. You happily oblige standing up but Pedro has a plan, posing you next to Bella. He takes a few photos with the two of you before stepping out of the way. Your unsure what to do but without notice Bella arm is around your waist. Pulling you a little closer, you smile for the picture and then look to Bella who’s already looking at you causing you to smile even bigger than before.

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You two spend the beginning of the award show chatting in between breaks and sneaking glances at each other. Pedro constantly giving you looks, letting you know he’s happy with what’s happening. About half way though the show, a member of the shows staff comes to grab you and Pedro. Apparently the two of you presenting a reward.

You were not prepared for this in the slightest but it’s not the first time, you’ll be fine. You keep telling yourself that. It’s your time to go out, Pedro follows closely behind. You smile as everyone starts to cheer, when your finally to the podium Pedro begins reading off the teleprompter. You can’t help but cringe as the words as they come out, praying that it’s not too obvious.

“Today we’re here to present the award for break out actress.” Pedro says.

“Yeah… it’s been so amazing watching these nominees make their dreams come true.” You say through gritted teeth.

“With enough hard work and dedication, your dreams are possible. Just like her dreams.” He laughs, pointing to you.

“What do you mean Pedro?” You read off, sounding entirely out of touch with the words coming out. Confused where this could possibly going.

“Your hard work at being a fangirl, has finally paid off. You got to meet me. The man of your dreams.” Pedro can barley finish, laughing harder than he should be. Stopping every other word to laugh or catch his breath from laughing so hard. You don’t have any words being prompted at you, so you laugh and agree. Being shut up by the sound of your own voice being blasted from behind you.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You hear and followed by the sound of a door being slammed. You turn around in horror seeing yourself, on the biggest screen freaking out about meeting Pedro.

“There’s no fucking way this is real.” Plays on the screen, your curse words being bleeped. This is more embarrassing than anything you could’ve imagined that they had planned for this footage. You watch in full disgust too afraid to face the crowd of thousands. You hear them laughing at every stupid thing that leaves your mouth in the video, adding to your embarrassment.

When the video finally ends, Pedro gives you a hug. Saying something about how it’s okay in your ear but you’re far too gone from the moment to understand him. You turn to the face the crowd, the actor in your turning on.

“Well that was embarrassing.” You laugh.

“It’s okay, everyone loved it.” Pedro responds.

“Yeah everyone but me. Anyways, the nominees are…” You say as at attempt to make this end sooner. The nominees play in the background as you avoid eye contact with everyone in the crowd, just kinda looking off in the distance. Especially Bella because you two were hitting it off so we’ll and now the whole room, including Bella, just watched Pedro talk about your new found love for them.

Pedro starts ripping at an envelope letting you know it’s time to announce. The both of you read of the winner and start clapping. When the winner gets to the stage, you hug them before moving out of the way. Listening intently as they give their speech. It’s finally time to leave and you waste absolutely no time getting off that stage. Once backstage your overwhelmed by the sheer amount of good jobs and laughs at what just happened to you. Your manger tells you that was perfect.

“No more suprises please that was horrible.” You mutter, embarrassed and ready for the night to be over. Your manager apologizes. You make the walk back to the table, being stopped several times on the way. When you finally see your seat, Bella sees you. They flash a smile at you as you sit down. Pedro following close behind.

“That was something.” Bella says teasingly.

“That was embarrassing, I’m sorry.” You say not finding it funny.

“Why are you apologizing?” They ask, face full of concern.

“Because I opened my big mouth and dragged you into this.”

“I don’t mind. I actually kinda enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?” You ask, your sour mood suddenly disappearing.

“Who wouldn’t enjoy one of the most beautiful and talented actors out there publicly simping for them?” Bella says, bringing your smile back.

“Beautiful?”

“Mhmm and talented.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking whenever you can. Pedro often inserting himself, neither of you minding. When it finally ends you can’t help but feel sad. Wishing the night could some how continue. You say your goodbyes, hugging Pedro. Then hugging Bella, a little longer than the hug with Pedro.

“It was nice meeting you.” You say as you pull away.

“You too.” Bella smiles as you walk away, your manager hounding you to get back to the dressing room so you can leave.

“How long are you in town?” You ask.

“I actually have to get on a plane back tomorrow afternoon.” Bella responds, sadness apparent in their voice.

“Oh well, shit that sucks.”

“What do you normally do after an award show?” Bella asks.

“Normally I get some terrible fast food and rot in bed until I fall asleep.” You respond honestly.

“I could go for some terrible fast food..” Bella says, with a hint of hope you’d understand what they were trying to say.

“I’d love it if you joined me.” You say, blush appearing. You make plans with Bella, letting them know you’d have to go to dressing room and unglam yourself. Bella understands following you to the dressing room, waiting for you outside of it. Eventually you come out in sweats, hair tied up and no more makeup.

“We’ll now I feel overdressed.” Bella teases, noticing your causal attire.

“You can borrow some clothes at mine.” You say, not realizing that you’re unofficially inviting Bella over to your home. Bella nods yes, biggest smile plastered on their face as they follow you out of the venue.

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An hour later, Bella and you are laid up in bed. Tummy’s full watching some bad reality show. Doesn’t matter because you two can’t stop talking, not paying much attention to the tv. The conversation flows naturally, never missing a beat. Little did you know the internet was actively loosing their shit over all the content of the two of you tonight. Unaware of all of it, neither of you feeling any need to check your phones.

“I’m so glad I got to meet you tonight.” You say when the conversation starts to lull.

“Me too. I’ve been wanting to message you for weeks but I was absolutely terrified.” Bella admits.

“Me too. I was scared shitless when I realized you were sitting next to me. I’ve made a complete and utter fool of myself.” You say, looking at Bella who suddenly seems way closer than before. Tension between the two of you is heavy.

“Not at all.” Bella reassures you for what feels like the hundredth time.

“You sure? Because I still can’t believe-“ Your words are cut off by Bella kissing you softly, pulling away quickly.

“I like you. Okay? Please don’t fret over it.” Bella laughs, your laid there in shock. The biggest stupidest grin on your face.

“I like you too.” You whisper barley audible cause you’re quick with pressing your lips to Bella’s. This kid lasting a lot longer than the first.

—

The next morning, you two sleep in after staying up late. Only giving you two an hour before Bella has to get on the plane. You offer to drive Bella to their hotel, so they can pack and end up dropping them off at the airport too. Saying goodbye with a sweet kiss and plans to see each other in the near future.

You get into your car and pull out of the airport. A whole mix of emotions. Happy because of the prospects of a relationship with Bella but also sadness because Bella lives so far away. If the two of you do end up making it official, it’ll be long distance. The short drive home is spent in silence trying to figure out of the feelings your currently experiencing all at once. When you pull into your garage, your phone goes off its Bella.

Bella: thank you for last night, had so much fun and I can’t wait to see you again

You: is it stupid that I kinda miss you already?

Bella: I miss you too xxx

You catch yourself smiling so hard at your phone. Before you can respond Bella messages you again letting you know that their getting on the plane, they’ll message you as soon as they can. You shoot a short sweet message back and close the messages app.

You start opening your social media apps and your mentions are flooded with Bella and you at the award show. Hundred of photos from the event. People taking notice of the way you two were looking at each other. Then photos of you two leaving together. Most recently blurry photos of you off someones phone, outside of the airport saying goodbye to Bella.

“That was fast.” You groan aloud to yourself. Everyone is assuming the two of you are dating and you can’t blame them. You have a dozen unread messages from family, friends and people on your team.

A notification lets you know Pedro tagged you in a story. You click it and it’s the blurry photo of you kissing Bella outside the airport, with text that says ‘you’re welcome’. He tagged you and Bella in it. You can’t stop the laugh that leaves your mouth. Praying that Bella has knowledge of all this and isn’t blindsided when they get off the plane.

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writerblue275 · 5 months

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The One That Could Break My Heart (Chapter 1)

Inspiration: "Houdini" and “Break My Heart” - Dua Lipa and “Got Me Started” - Troye Sivan

Champion: Ezreal (Pilty/Explorer/FWB!Ez)

Summary: Your best friend (with benefits) has finally returned from his two months abroad, and the two of you pick up like nothing has changed. Or have they? (Gaaaah I’m no good at summaries, either creative or academic lmao.)

Genre: Song-inspired fic

Category: Fluff and SMUT-ish (18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Gender: Reader is ok with traditionally “fem” clothing like lingerie. Future parts (since I’ll be honest I’ve written like the whole story already) lean more towards reader comfortable with using she/her pronouns/are afab.

TW: Adult themes and suggestive stuff. Again, this is friends with benefits here, y’all. Swearing (no shock).

IMPORTANT CONTEXT: If you haven’t already, pause and go read my FWB!EZ headcanon (HERE). This story is set in the same “universe” as that and the headcanon provides important background info and context. It is easier to link that post than explain everything again in this story. Also, it’s likely that I’m taller than Ez, but you know what, sometimes I want to feel tiny so character is shorter than Ez in this one.

^ His smirk/nod to Kai’Sa was literally what got the wheels turning on this whole headcanon/AU in the first place. Look at him. Look at this cocky fucker. I love him lmao.

Key:

“Houdini” lyrics in blue

“Break My Heart” lyrics in orange

“Got Me Started” lyrics in purple

-“Center of attention, you know you can get whatever you want from me; whenever you want it baby.”

You sigh as you look down at the note in your hands, hating how your body has an almost Pavlovian response to this specific penmanship. Your heart speeds up and cheeks heat as you read through the words. The note on top of the three clothing boxes is unsigned, but that doesn't matter. You could recognize the slightly messy handwriting half-asleep.

"Come over later? Have the place to myself the next few days since the professor is away for a conference. Missed you. Here are some gifts to make up for my absence. Wear the green and bring the others."

"Looks like he's back...I wonder for how long this time," you muse to yourself as you contemplate the strange change in routine. It isn’t even the gifts. The appearance of a note and luxury clothing boxes are familiar, arriving like a calling card every time your best friend Ezreal returns from an expedition across the continent. The surprise is the change in location. Usually Ez just comes over to your apartment the moment he drops his things off at home, showers, and changes. He very rarely invites anyone over to the home he shares with his uncle when he is in town.

You quickly scribble off a response and send it off to be delivered to him.

"Of course, but next time, give me some more advanced notice, will you? Believe it or not, I can't just hop into the shower and be ready to go like you can. So, I hope you’re prepared to appreciate the effort. You're buying food, especially if you expect me to deal with your stamina for more than the weekend, Indiana Jones. Thank you for the beautiful gifts. I missed you too, E. See you at 7."

After sending off the note, you quickly flip through the carefully stacked clothing boxes, giggling softly and shaking your head as you confirm he, once again, sent you three expensive, beautiful, and lacy sets of lingerie, one in rich purple, one in black, and one in emerald green. You can't help but reminisce on the now-funny moment when he asked for your permission to buy things like this for you when you two first started your arrangement a year and a half ago. You smile as you remember his laugh at your confused expression. You had initially refused, saying you didn't expect gifts like that from him. It wasn't until he explained the upsides for himself that you finally realized it was beneficial to both parties. Hey…the man had good taste, that could not be denied. You stand lost in thought for a while as you finger the expensive green lace of the set he referenced in his note.

The sound of your mail flap draws you back to reality and signals the delivery of Ez's reply. Quickly, you go over and open the note, unable to hold back a laugh and an eyeroll at his response.

"But that would take away your surprise of being graced with my incredible presence again! As for food, I figured that would be a stipulation. It's on me. Also, when have I not properly appreciated your efforts? I take offense at the insinuation considering I actively contribute to your efforts through said gifts. Don't keep me waiting too long, princess..."

That fucking nickname...he knows damn well what it does to you. It started when you both were much younger, just innocent and teasing banter between childhood friends and he decided that was your nickname. Of course now, many years later, the teasing connotation still exists, but the innocence is largely gone. Between that and the other pet name he calls you when you’re alone together, “baby,” he knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. Then again you can’t really complain since you also want the same thing.

The rest of the afternoon goes by in a blur as you pack and prepare for your time away, putting on just a little makeup and dressing in a skirt and a white blouse that is very barely see through, enough for the green lace underneath to peek through, but easy enough to cover with your nice coat. Once you slip a pair of flats on, you make the shortish walk to the house in the lovely fall weather Piltover is currently having.

-"He’s got the personality, not even gravity could ever hold him down."

Soon enough you find yourself approaching the back door of the grand home. You're early, but you can't imagine Ez would mind much, especially if he’s alone. Curiously, you look up to his bedroom window, which also faces the alley. Sure enough, there he is, watching you with a massive grin. He even blows you an exaggerated kiss. Rolling your eyes, you flip him off, unable to keep from beaming as his loud laughter filters down to you through the window. It is a sound you’d missed desperately these past two months while he was gone. Knocking your familiar pattern, you wait patiently for him to get the door.

It doesn’t take long for him to answer. As soon as the door opens, his smug voice sounds near your ear as he leans forward. “That eager to see me, princess? You’re an hour early…”

Your heart speeds up but you just smirk and turn your head so your lips are very barely separated from his. “I could ask the same of you, Ezreal…seems like you’ve been waiting at your window for quite a while, and I wasn’t even supposed to arrive for another hour…not to mention the speed with which you opened the door. Miss me that much, Indiana Jones?” you murmur. You can’t help the satisfaction you feel as you see his pupils dilate a little bit as he’s affected by your words and how close you are.

The moment extends for a second longer with you two just smirking at each other before he takes your duffel bag, drops it to the ground, and throws his arms around you, burying his face against your neck.

“You know I did,” he says, his words muffled against you as he holds onto you tightly.

“I missed you too, Ez. Welcome home. I’m really glad you’re back,” you murmur as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso and bury your face against his shoulder. Eventually after a minute of just hugging, the two of you finally step back and smile at each other.

“I want to hear about your adventures, but maybe not all the ways you nearly died,” you muse, then laugh at how utterly ridiculous that sounds.

His grin just widens. “Well fortunately or unfortunately for you, I was invited to a dinner thrown by one of the council tomorrow night and since you’re my go-to plus-one, you’ll get to hear all about it, but that also include the not-so-pretty details. You know that’s all the society vultures want to hear about,” he says, grabbing your bag, leading you inside the beautiful home, and allowing you time to remove your shoes and hang up your coat.

-“I come and I go. Prove you got the right to please me.”

“So that’s why you invited me here instead of coming over,” you tease. “You didn’t want to carry a garment bag with a dress and shoes. Tsk tsk Ezreal you’re getting laz-eep!” Your teasing is cut short as he easily sweeps you into a bridal carry and moves up the stairs with you to get to his room.

His smirk is playful as he glances down at you and murmurs, his voice getting a little husky, “Careful, princess…you sure you want to finish that sentence? That’s a strong accusation. You of all people should know I’m not lazy. What did you call my stamina the night I got back last time? “Legendary,” was it? I seem to remember you throwing out that particular word after our events of that evening.”

You grin for a moment as he takes the bait of your trap to tease him, reaching up to play with his soft golden hair. That night had been absolutely mind-blowing, and he wasn’t wrong. You had used “legendary” to describe his stamina because that’s what it was. But, you’re not done riling him up yet, knowing you’re playing a deliciously dangerous game. “That night? Ez that was three months ago! How do I know the wait was worth it since you left? A lot might have changed in the two months you’ve been gone,” you remark with mock sincerity, internally cheering and grinning as he lets out a soft growl and moves a little faster down the hall to get to his room.

Once he’s inside and the door is closed, he immediately sets your duffle bag down before turning his focus to you. The second your feet touch the plush carpet he has you backed up against the door, his arms around your waist pulling you roughly against him, his nose brushing against your nose, and his lips frustratingly close to yours. He’s so close you can see just how many beautiful shades of blue the irises of his eyes have as they surround his slightly blown out pupils. He leans forward and ever-so-lightly brushes his lips against yours, barely making any contact at all before pulling back. As you let out a soft whine and chase his lips, he smirks widely and murmurs, “What’s wrong, (Y/N)? I thought you said a lot might have changed in two months, but it seems to me you’re just as impatient as ever. Not only that, but it seems like you still want me just as much. Am I correct?”

This clever man. He’s managed to completely flip the situation, instead winding you up like a damn toy. You can’t help but let out an exasperated giggle and a breathless “Fuck you, Ez,” before tangling your arms around his neck and kissing him hungrily. You playfully nibble his lower lip as he chuckles against yours, his hands going on a journey to reacquaint themselves with your body. Just like his initial kiss though, his touch is purposefully light in order to work you up even more.

“Ezreal, I swear to fucking God if you don’t touch me like you mean it I’ll never forgive you,” you threaten as your lips move down and nip his neck. You try to imbue your threat with at least a little sharpness, but there’s a thread of neediness that really undermines your intent so you decide to switch tactics. “Especially after I went through all this effort to look so pretty for you.” You give him a mock pout as your arms leave his neck and your hands start working on your blouse buttons, immediately drawing his eyes downward.

You only undo a couple buttons, enough for him to see just a little emerald green lace peek out before your lips move back to his neck. “Good choice with the green, by the way. You remember my favorite color after all this time,” you teasingly purr against him, knowing damn well he has one of the best memories of anyone you’ve ever met. “Finish ‘unwrapping me,’” you throw his own words from previous encounters back at him, “then I can thank you for the beautiful presents and you can show me how much you missed me, what do you think?”

You immediately feel immense satisfaction as he lets out a whisper soft “Holy fuck (y/n)…” under his breath as a reaction to your words, almost like he just can’t help it. As playful as he is, your best friend prides himself on his ability to remain level-headed at almost all times. As he says often, he’d have died many times without it. Being one of the few who can cause Ezreal’s control to slip, especially for this reason, is a point of major pride for you. Even the man himself gives you credit for your abilities to bring him to his knees, literally and figuratively, an honor considering his ego.

He kisses you deeply again before murmuring against your lips, “Legs up around me, baby. Got it? We’re going on a field trip across the room.” He presses himself even closer against you as he cups his hands under your ass to keep you stable.

You instantly obey him, giggling softly in delight as his hands squeeze you. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as you wrap your legs around his hips, trusting him to support you.

You feel and hear his soft and affectionate chuckle close to your ear as you happily nuzzle his cheek while he carries you. “That’s it, princess…look at you, so good for me…I missed you so much, baby.”

You let out a noise of pleasure as his hands continue to squeeze and knead you. “F-fuck I missed this…I missed you so much, Ez,” you murmur.

Ezreal sits on the edge of his massive bed, keeping you in his lap as he gently makes you look at him so he can kiss you again. His lips are hungry, his hands tangle in your hair, and you swear you lose all sense of time when he kisses you like that.

Eventually he pulls away slightly and rests his forehead against yours, his heavy breathing mixing with your own. “Stand between my legs, princess. Let me undress you,” he very gently commands.

You eagerly scramble off his lap and do as he asks, moving your hands back up to your shirt to help him unbutton it.

“Baby no….I want to do it,” Ezreal murmurs softly, gently grabbing your hands and giving them a squeeze as he looks up at you with a soft smile. “You may touch me, but let me undress you,” his order is tender, his voice filled with affection, but it is still an order nonetheless.

“S-sorry,” you softy respond and blush as you quickly put your hands together behind your back, wanting to be good for him.

“It’s alright, baby…I appreciate how eager you are. It shows me how much you missed me,” he soothes as he reaches up and gently cups your cheek, allowing you time to close your eyes and lean happily into his warm touch. After a moment or two, he gently removes his hand and starts on your shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of your skirt and beginning to work on the buttons. It doesn’t take him long to have your shirt open in front, revealing more of the beautiful and intricate emerald green lace that was hiding underneath.

You love how dark his eyes turn as he takes you in. “As I said, Indiana Jones, excellent choice with the green. I adore it,” you remark teasingly as he lets out a soft growl of appreciation.

“Damn, I think I’ve really outdone myself,” Ezreal murmurs, almost more to himself than to you. He looks up at you as he gently starts to work on your skirt. “You look absolutely incredible, princess. I know you like the color, but do you like the style? Is it comfortable? Do you feel as gorgeous as you look, baby?” He asks, his questions filled with a genuine curiosity that makes you smile.

You nod, setting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself as you kick your skirt away once he has it down your legs. “It’s very comfortable and I feel so beautiful in this, Ez. You know my style very well at this point, so trust me when I say I’m never concerned I won’t like something you get me,” you confirm, moving your hand on his shoulder to gently play with his hair. You love the happy little sigh he lets out as you gently massage his scalp with your nails.

“Good,” he replies. “I just want you to see yourself as I see you. Sexy, brilliant, witty, strong, and irreplaceable.”

“Y-you think I’m all that, Ez?” Surprise creeps into your tone as you blush deeply. His words are unexpectedly sweet and you can tell he’s being serious. It’s quite a change of character from a man who is usually so playful and teasing when it comes to your intimate moments together.

He gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you deeper in between his legs, leaning forward and laying soft kisses on the bare skin under your bra. He stuns you even more as he says, “Of course I do. And if I’ve ever failed to show you that through my actions, then I hope you will please forgive me.”

You very gently tug on his hair, making him look up at you before you lean down and kiss him softly but passionately. You just kiss him for a moment before murmuring, “Ezreal, there’s nothing to forgive. You’ve always believed in me and defended me for who I am since our friendship started almost two decades ago. Between your actions and words, you’ve repeatedly made it clear you believe what you’ve said. Sometimes it’s just a bit unbelievable to know I have someone as great as you in my corner to hype me up and make me feel so amazing and…well…desired. Self-love is just something I’m still working on.” You straighten yourself back up and hum happily as he returns his attentions back to your torso.

He murmurs against your skin, “Always happy to help you there, princess. Happy to tell you as many times, tell you as many things, and show you as many times as I need to for you to believe it.” His lips are now getting more and more passionate, including little sucks and nibbles.

You can’t help but lean your head back and close your eyes. “Let me guess,” you sigh with mock disappointment, “I’m going to get a lot of marks that I’ll have to deal with during the next few days.”

He grins against your skin before looking up at you, his chin resting on your tummy. “You know me so well, princess. I’ll try to make sure they’re not obvious,” he teases, completely returning to the playful lover you’ve gotten used to.

You look back down at him. “See that you do please. I’d like to avoid a repeat of last time. During one of the rare times both of my brother and I could make it to my parents’ house, he pulled me aside during dinner and asked me what the hell I’d been doing to get hickies on my neck and jaw. Hickies I didn’t realize were there, Ezreal. I saved your sexy ass, you know. He tried to get a name out of me. When he guessed you as a potential “suspect” I’m pretty sure I felt my entire soul leave my body. I had to lie and play everything off. Not an easy feat since I spend quite a bit of time with you when you’re home, and that’s something my brother is well aware of. Do you know how difficult it is to lie to your own twin brother?! He was ready to go on the warpath. I’m still not totally convinced he believes me that it wasn’t you, but you’re alive so he must believe me enough. Or he’s smart enough to know I’d kill him with my bare hands if he did anything to you. Oh, and also, disappearing for a few minutes at dinner only to come back downstairs with a scarf on wasn’t exactly subtle and my parents realized what was up. They didn’t ask me anything directly, but I’m pretty sure my mother said your name when I overheard them discussing it later on. My own parents talked about it, you fuck. You should have told me they were there,” you playfully complain and mock pout.

His grin turns more and more into a smirk and his hands continue to wander throughout your mini tangent. “My sexy ass and I appreciate your assistance in making sure I lived to see another day, princess,” he comments. “I’ll make sure to learn from my…mistakes, though you certainly enjoyed the process of getting those marks, if my memory serves me correctly. It usually does.” He winks at you.

This earns an eye roll and a sigh from you, even though he’s very right. “If you want to keep your mouth running, Ez, might I suggest you use it in a different manner on a different location? At least make it even more useful to me…” You let out breathlessly as your impatience starts to get the better of you.

“Tsk tsk, so impatient. I thought you were thanking me for the gifts first, princess,” he responds smugly as he undresses you the rest of the way.

You quickly undress him before gently pushing him to lay back on his bed, straddling him and leaning down so your lips are barely separated. “You drive me fucking crazy sometimes, you know that, Indiana Jones?” You whisper before nipping his bottom lip.

“The feeling is quite mutual, princess,” he whispers back with a wicked smirk. “Now come on…show me how much you really missed me…”

So you do. And he shows you how very VERY much he missed you in return.

(A/N: I’m so sorry, I tried to write this out as a full smut scene but it was just no good so fade to black it is for now. 🙃)

“I need something that will make me believe. If you got it, baby, give it to me.”

An hour and a half later, you lay completely satisfied with your head on Ezreal’s shoulder and hand on his chest, feeling his slowing heart rate thump against your palm. As you do, Ez is happily playing with your hair and gently tracing shapes into your bare hip with his free hand as your breathing and heart rate return to normal. You’re both just enjoying the feeling of being together again and savoring the comfortable and companionable silence you two have felt with each other for a long time. Well…silence until your stomach decides to make its displeasure at being empty loudly known. You feel Ez’s shoulder shift a little as he turns his head to look down at you as best he can.

“Hungry?” he murmurs softly, amusement evident in his voice. As he gives you the chance to respond, he gently kisses your temple, making you blush at the sweet little gesture.

You nod and shyly respond, “I thought we’d have dinner before we got to our…main events for the evening. We’ve been doing this for long enough though that I really should have known better. I’m just as impatient as you are.” You gently smirk up at him, enjoying the playful flicker of delight in his eyes.

A grin appears on his handsome face. “Come on now, princess. I know you’re smarter than that,” he teases gently as he carefully sits up with you. “What do you feel like having? We have leftovers, or we can order something to be delivered. Whatever you prefer.”

You think for a moment, biting your bottom lip. “I know this is probably a stretch, but do you happen to have any soup? It’s starting to get colder outside now that fall finally arrived,” you muse as you glance out the window on the far side of the room where the sun has already gone down. “I was thinking on the way over that it’s soup weather.”

Ezreal nods and murmurs, “Chef had the same thought. She told me she made some turkey and rice soup yesterday. She and the rest of the staff have the next few days off while my uncle is away, but she showed me where the leftovers were. I’ll go heat some and bring it up, along with some water. Knowing you, you probably haven’t had much today…have you?” He gets up before leaning back over you, bracketing you in with his arms, nearly nose-to-nose with you, a knowing expression in his eyes and a small smile gracing his lips. As close as he is, your body is already begging for him to come closer again, despite your currently exhausted and sated state.

You shake your head and temporarily hide your face in the soft blankets covering the bed and sigh. “God damnit we’ve been friends for far too long. You know me too well, Ez. Yes, water is definitely needed…” You peek back out at him over the blankets and giggle as you watch the smile on his face grow wider and wider.

He laughs and leans down, pulling down the blankets before giving you a surprisingly slow, tender, and deep kiss before haphazardly throwing on his pants and shirt and going out the door. He leaves you staring after him in surprise, heart fluttering, breathing a little shallow, and cheeks even more flushed after the intensity of that kiss. He’s been super…affectionate today. While Ezreal has never been an asshole after your moments together, neither has he gone way out of his way to….well to act so sweet either. Certainly he’s never heated up leftovers for you.

You shake your head, shaking away all those strange thoughts. I’m sure it’s just because he’s hosting me for a few days. And besides, wasn’t he talking about making sure his actions show me how he sees me? I’m thinking way too much into it! You happily sigh and get up, walking around to stretch your legs while you wait. After pulling on the bottoms of the emerald green set that Ez so carelessly tossed to the side earlier, you end up throwing on a shirt you pull out of his dresser as you check yourself out in the mirror on top of it. Usually he offers you his shirt when he’s at your place, but since he’s currently wearing it, this will have to do.

You shyly bring the collar of the shirt to your nose and inhale. A whisper soft noise of pleasure slips out from your lips, along with a smile as you confirm that yes, even after two months of him being away, the fabric still smells just like him. He’s always smelled nice. You don’t know what it is or what exact product is responsible for this fucking sorcery, but his “smell” has always been comforting for you. Probably because we’ve been friends forever, you think. It’s just one of those parts of him that has grown to be so familiar to me. You continue to ponder the matter as you hold the collar of the T-shirt up.

“It’s you in my reflection, I’m afraid of all the things it could do to me.”

As you look up to the mirror again, you jump a little in surprise as you meet Ezreal’s gaze in the reflection. He’s leaning against the doorway, just watching you with an amused smile as he holds a tray with two steaming bowls of soup and glasses of water. You let out a soft complaint as your cheeks heat and your hands immediately straighten out the shirt. “Damnit, Ezreal! How long have you been there?”

He just shakes his head a little and chuckles. “Just got here. And I wasn’t even trying to surprise you this time. You were just lost in thought,” he observes. “What had you thinking so much?” He waits until you’re settled back on his bed with the covers over your lap before passing the tray to you so he can also climb back in. He also pulls another tray from his night stand, carefully transferring one of the bowls and glasses to it so both of you have your own trays to eat from.

You watch him, waiting until he’s done before you start speaking. “There’s no point in lying. You already practically read me like an open book. You, actually. Specifically how surprisingly good you smell. Granted I haven’t been on a two-month-long excursion with you where there are limited bathing options. Trust me, I’m extremely grateful you shower and change before you come to my place/invite me over once you get home. But, anyway, whenever I see you, at least, you and your clothes smell very nice. I was also thinking about how familiar and…comforting? your “smell” has become to me. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends with someone for nearly two decades. It’s just one of those small things that becomes a part of you knowing the person.”

He nods, his expression thoughtful. “You’re right,” he observes. “I’ve never thought about it like that, but you also have what I would consider to be a “comforting smell.” Though, what’s interesting is how it doesn’t have to be static. It can be dynamic but still be definitely yours. Like today. You’re trying a new perfume out, yeah? Or at least one I haven’t noticed you use before.”

You’d been eating the delicious soup while he was talking. When that question left his lips, your spoon froze halfway to your mouth in surprise. “You’re right, actually, I am! Granted it’s in the same collection as the couple others I have so it’s not crazy different from the others I wear. Honestly that’s impressive, Ez,” you note before finally finishing the soup spoon’s journey to your mouth.

He gives you a victorious smile. “I knew it! I think a lot of it is the fact that we’ve known each other so long. I can just tell when something is different. By the way, the perfume, it smells good. I like it,” he remarks casually, causing you to laugh in between sips of water.

“Duly noted,” you acknowledge. “I brought the sample size with me so I’ll wear it tomorrow for the event. Speaking of tomorrow’s event, I’m imagining you also have a dress and shoes ready for me somewhere? Usually you send them with whatever “special” presents you’ve ordered for me, but I suppose since I was already coming over here there was no need.”

He nods and tilts his head to gesture towards his closet, a sly smile on his lips. “All good. It's in there with my suit, sugar baby,” he jokes. His unexpected tease causes you to lean your head back and laugh loudly, a genuine belly laugh that only a couple people, mostly him, manage to draw out of you.

“You’re a fucker sometimes, you know that, Ez?” you manage to get out as you suppress even more laughter.

He just grins widely at you before unabashedly stating, “Oh I’m well aware. But guess what? I’m your fucker, princess.”

Thank you for reading! Oh my GOD chapter 1 has been so much fun to write. I will say, this has hung out in my drafts for a little bit, mainly due to nerves, but I finally realized I just need to let it go and post it before I psych myself out completely. Chapter 2 is essentially written already, I’m just editing it a bit more.

#Ezreal #ezreal fic #ezreal x reader #reader insert #ezreal fluff #ezreal smut #league of legends

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DECEMBER DRABBLES — 5. Carmy Berzatto x black! Reader 🌨️

Synopsis; We love a girlfriend who can’t cook but tries to do something sweet for her chef boyfriend.

A/N: this is for my sisters that can’t cook for shit but try their hardest. I feel for y’all…let me shut up like I’m really out here actually cooking full meals lmao! but will that stop me from acting like I’m on a chopped segment? No. + I just started rewatching this series and realized I missed out on a lot the first round lol.

PROMPT: #22. “I wanted to make you a holiday dinner, but I forgot I can’t cook.”

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Fresh flakes fell from Carmen Berzatto’s straggly hair as he lightly shook it, entering his apartment at the late hour.

He sniffed mainly to stop his nose running from the frigid air, as he tossed his black wool coat onto a coat hook and that’s when he smelled something faint but not so pleasant.

Using the wall for leverage, he kicked off his work shoes and went by the front door, heading straight to the kitchen. He expected to see leftover pans still in his sink from a spinach frittata he took the time to make for breakfast two days ago but…found it clean. The blue eyed man scratched at his brow, trying to rack his brain on when he got around to doing that, until his eyes focused on something wrapped sitting on the stove.

Carmen gripped the aluminum, pulling at its edges to see what appeared to be a sweet potato pie. The only thing that looked wrong was it’s evident shape, the crust also was too thick, uneven and not flaky. He couldn’t speak for the taste and desserts wasn’t his specialty but Carmen Berzatto was positive that he did not make this monstrosity.

Who the fuck’s been in his apartment?

As soon at that thought whipped through his mind, he shifted his body to his cramped living space. Something green slid across the counter towards him and into the sink, revealing to be wrapped in a red bow at its stems with one single bell attached.

Frowning, Carmy plucked up the plant to bring up to his eyesight and took in its earthy scent of the mistletoe. That’s when his eyes moved back to his living room to see her standing in his line of vision, stretching with her arms raised up above her head, followed by a small yawn that escaped her heart-shaped lips.

Her braided ponytail swayed as she got her stretch out and smiled as they settled on Carmy. Carmy was still at a lost of words at the woman who stepped forward to place her hands on the opposite counter. The elegance in her steps and the fitted white attire that brought out her melanin made Carmy lick his bottom lip.

How could he forget her?

His girlfriend.

Carmy’s got used to coming home to a empty apartment and couldn’t find enjoyment in that. He didn’t share this space with anyone and was barely inside of it himself. It was just a place that held things he gained over his years of life but no longer felt a connection to?

“What do you have there, Mr. Berzatto?” A playful glint was written in her dark eyes as she leaned against the counter.

Not leaving much to the imagination but Carmy certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Uh, mistletoe?”

“I think I’m owed a kiss then.”

Carmy’s face lifted with small smile lines in his cheeks as he made his way over to the woman who turned to him, ready. Her bare arms locked across his shoulders, intertwining behind his head as he peered into her eyes and breathed in her warm scent of: fresh roasted marshmallows, violets, and plums.

A kiss followed next, with Carmy’s cold tatted fingers resting dangerously low on her spine.

“Welcome home,” She breathed once they broke apart, making Carmy’s heart began to drum.

He’s not sure he’s ever felt like this before, not towards anyone. Especially when he didn’t have many long-lasting girlfriends in his life. It was never a priority or interest for him, especially once he went away to school. Sure he had a few one-night stands in culinary school and ghosted a few others that showed interest in him before but they never equated to this feeling right here.

Fuzzy yet comfortable tossed into a box with a pretty red ribbon on top. Is this what home looks like? Carmy found himself caressing the fullness of her round face to make sure that she was real and that he wasn’t dreaming again. It took him mere seconds to realize that it wasn’t, since the dreams he had were never this serene.

“It’s good to have you here,” Carmy said bringing her into his chest, not caring if she heard how loud his heart was beating with her in his arms, “were you waiting up all this time for me?”

He felt her hand caress his back, squeezing herself as close as possible to his frame, “mmm I don’t know how long really. I went out with the girls and ran into three of my co-workers at the club. They also took a trip up here? Surprisingly it didn’t mess the vibe up too much but I actually got tired of the club scene really quick and knew I rather spend my time here.”

Carmy believed that.

He knew the stories of how she spent her early twenties modeling internationally to get through college. She often told Carmy that the American clubs had nothing on the ones overseas and Carmy took her word for it. He didn’t have much free-time when it came to the culinary arts and even when he did, he stuck to bars. That was more his speed than anything.

“Did you sleep here?” Carmy further quizzed, his round eyes met the famous chocolate Sherpa blanket tossed to the side on his couch and the boots leaned over on the floor, “Ah shit, you should have called me, I would have been here a lot sooner.”

He couldn’t predict that but it was nice that he said it. From the outside point of view, the relationship didn’t make much sense to those that knew about Carmy’s relationship. He was the owner of a growing business, so time was always limited and she was still a part-time model and teacher’s aide…in Philadelphia.

It’s only been a couple of months since Carmy got into this relationship and long-distance was certainly a thing but it worked for them; that’s all that really mattered.

“It’s fine, Carm-Parm,” she leaned back to look into his blues, “I wanted to make you a holiday dinner, but I forgot I can’t cook.”

Carmy dipped his head, “so that’s what that was back there on the stove?”

“Oh no, that’s the final result.” She informed the man, “it was much worse before that. I even sent texts to Sugar for input and got no response but I know she read it. Then after getting my dad involved, he immediately called me to tell me that I am a embarrassment to our Sudanese culture.”

Carmy winced at that as she twisted her lips around before sighing as he replied, “that’s fucked up, you think he meant it?”

“Well of course! The first time he put me in the kitchen with my aunties, we were making Ful Medames—it’s almost like a bean dip. My job was to take care of the most important part, the beans! After they’ve been soaked over night you’re supposed to mash them…I got glass all in the beans and burned the boiled eggs.” She informed Carmy who awkwardly used one hand to scratch at the back of his head.

There were plenty of times that she offered to grab Carmy something, even if she was off in another state and now he understood why. However he was sure there had to be something out there that his girlfriend could make.

“Let’s try that pie then,” Carmy decided, watching as the dark skinned woman perked up at that.

It was after midnight and a midnight snack never hurt nobody—

Says the man with the messed up stomach.

She led him back into the kitchen, leaving him to do the honors as she pulled out the bowl of most-likely spiked eggnog to set on the counter closest to the stove. Carmy grabbed a paper plate, a knife, and began slicing himself a piece of pie to place into the microwave.

Gracefully she moved around Carmen in the kitchen for glasses, then she scooped the egg nog into two cups while they waited for the sweet potato pie.

“Cheers!” She bounced on her toes, tapping the goblet glass against her boyfriend’s before taking a large gulp.

The part about being a cook is that you have to make good judgment calls and be open to trying new things.

So Carmy sipped just in time the microwave signaled that the pie was ready, “I can see that your mission with this nog is to get completely fucked up.”

She laughed and sent a wink the man’s way who blew air from his mouth as the rum shook his insides. Placing the glass to the side, Carmy yanked the microwave open and peered at the pie. The color was always beautiful to look at as he placed the plate onto the counter and thanked the woman beside him who held out a fork.

Leaning against the counter, Carmy inhaled the dessert and pressed his fork down into it. The crust immediately crumbled like sand underneath the pressure but he kept going until he got enough onto the fork.

Here goes nothing.

He took his time savoring the multiple flavors he was picking up on this pie. Personally he didn’t care for pies much but again, he was open. The pie was so sweet yet he could taste a small hint of tartness, possibly orange juice? He wasn’t sure if that was a common thing for these pies or not but it wasn’t horrible flavor wise, just a tad too sweet for his liking.

“Be real with me, Chef.”

“Presentation could be better,” Carmy started in which the woman nodded her head in agreement, “but it’s not bad. Just a little too sweet…what kind of sugar did you use?”

“Dark brown sugar and granulated sugar to have some balance in there.”

“Okay, I see where you were going with that,” Carmy wiped at his lips holding his hands up for a high-five, their hands interlocking, “next time you might want to use less measurements.”

“Measurements?” She titled her head to the side, “a real chef doesn’t use measurements, they eye it.”

Sure if the dish turns out to be a winner and you remember the measurements exactly without it being on paper, have at it.

She took Carmen’s silence as a response, making her pout slightly before she rolled that off her shoulders. Carmy laughed, holding his arms out to pull the woman back into his embrace, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I liked the eggnog.” Carmy whispered, making her scoff.

Her hands went to rub at his back again, before lifting her head to place a open-mouthed kiss to his neck. Carmy almost crumbled just like her pie crust back there, feeling his arms tighten around her in that moment.

“Have you eaten, Carmy?”

That was usually his question for her…but he found himself thinking about it.

“Yeah…much earlier with the crew.”

She hummed as she stepped back, her hand holding onto Carmy’s much cooler one.

“Did I forget to mention that you look…stunning in that outfit tonight?” Carmy said, analyzing the corset, pearl studded mini skirt, and her long legs.

She made him spin her underneath his arm just to rest with her back against his front.

He needed to be closer. Much closer.

“Why, Thank you, chef.” Her voice was sultry as she spoke, “why don’t you see if you can enjoy the holiday dinner underneath it instead?”

That was all the invitation Carmen needed. He was quick unraveling his arm from around her frame just to spin her back around to face him. He preferred being face to face with his girl and she knew that, letting out a squeal as his hands went to her ass, lifting her up and against his hips.

Her hands gripped his jaw as he looked up at her, his eyes darkening like snowfall hitting the night pavement, awaiting her sweet mouth again but knew she would be teasing after his food review. However that didn’t stop him from leading the way back to his bedroom, thrilled to get those stockings off and be reminded why she might be his new favorite holiday.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

#the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x black! reader #carmy berzatto x reader #Carmy berzatto x black! reader #jeremy allen white #winter prompts #December prompts #december dialogue list #queued

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keep-the-wolves-close · 3 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 17: Muddy Waters

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, grouchy Kayce, murder confessions

* Word count: 4,381ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: Well folks, here we are at the end of season 1! I’m so glad you’ve stuck around this long. I know I’m excited to get to season 2! Things start to get tricky soon! A little rocky too. I wanted to get one extra of these posted (I have a lot queued still) to bring y’all some entertainment and give me some motivation flow! I hope you all continue to enjoy! Also please don’t be shy to send me asks with your favorite parts or something that happened that you screamed about or need to scream about. I would love to scream with you lol. 🤓

Also fun fact, this was the third chapter I ever wrote for this story. I didn’t write them in order lmao.

The noise in the bunkhouse was deafening. The gang was playing their nightly poker, and it got rowdy as always. Especially with Avery involved. On any given day Stella didn’t mind the cacophony. She grew up around it. The volume of the bunkhouse was comforting. Home.

Today on the other hand it was overwhelming. She laid in the bunk she always nabbed, trying to read. She couldn’t get comfortable and she definitely wasn’t able to stay focused. Letting out a frustrated breath she dropped the book in her hands to the mattress.

“It seems like the attitude is hitting more than just Kayce lately,” Jake mentioned in her direction from across the house. Ryan looked between them from underneath his eyebrows to gauge how aggressive his little sister was about to be. He didn’t want to jump in unless needed.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Jake.” She paused as she sat up and the realization hit her that he mentioned Kayce. “Wait Kayce’s home again?” She stood up to walk toward the table.

Ryan nodded. “Yeah. He’s been home since the other day.”

Stella weighed the tone her brother used. There appeared to be something else there that wasn’t being said. With everything that’s happened recently, it didn’t sound like a good thing. She raised an eyebrow. “Like home, home?”

Her brother gave her a look. “At least for the time being, yes.”

She came up in between Ryan and Lloyd. “Does anyone know where he’s at?”

Lloyd offered, “Well the last place I saw him was in the barn. After that, I’m not sure.”

“He was definitely sour today, Stellee. I would probably wait,” Ryan warned her.

Stella was already putting her forest green Carhartt on to go in search of her best friend. “If there’s anything I’m good at, Ry, it’s being an ear. I’ll be just fine.” Grouchy Kayce didn’t scare her. She just wanted to help her best friend. She patted Ryan’s shoulder and made her way out the door.

When it closed behind her, everything went still. She closed her eyes and let her shoulders drop with a deep breath. One of the many things she and Kayce shared was the desperate need for tranquility. It gave just a brief moment of respite from the chaos. No matter if that chaos was internal or external. No manufactured noise, no rushing. Just the sound of the wind and the beat of a heart that slowed to match the breeze.

Stella figured she would start in the barn and work her way around. She had a nagging feeling he wasn’t far, but he also wasn’t close either. She heard a wolf howl in the distance behind her. If she had to go out further, she would keep that in mind. Ryan could be pissed about it later.

She rolled her eyes at the quick thought about her brother. Ryan could be such a mother hen. Yes, he was solely responsible for her. Had been since they left home when Stella was 11. She wasn’t 11 anymore, however. He could loosen the reins a little bit. She knew it was just because he cared and they were the last people they had. She just wanted him to see that he had taught her a lot about standing on her own and that she had gotten pretty good at it.

When she opened the door to the barn there were small chuffs and greetings from the horses she walked past. Mainly it was because it was later in the evening and they were trying to figure out who the hell was in their barn. She giggled quietly to herself. The audacity she had to wake them up from their post-dinner sleep.

Stella looked in all the usual hiding places she and Kayce had accumulated over the years, but no such luck. She wandered over to her lovely Abigail. Ryan had gotten her as a two year old for Stella when she turned 16. John had graciously let her keep Abigail at the ranch. Of course she worked hard to keep her there, but John was still kind enough to let her stay. The lively 12-year-old mare was as fierce as they come. Especially when it came to Stella. Kayce had helped Stella break her in. The rest between the girl and her horse was history.

“Hey beautiful baby.” Stella reached out to pet her muzzle. Abigail nudged her gently back. She went in to hug her quickly and looked next door at Kayce’s horse.

She said to both animals, “So he hasn’t gone far, I take it?” She took only a moment to form a thought, and asked the animals, “You wouldn’t happen to remember which way he went, would you?” She rubbed Abigail’s neck and laughed to herself. Kayce couldn’t make the search easy, and she wouldn’t have expected anything less.

She turned out the lights in the barn and came to stand out in the quiet. If she couldn’t directly find him, she would let nature tell her where to go. She heard a wolf howl off in the distance to her right again which was in between the foreman’s house and the bunkhouse. She heard some fluttering of night birds to her left toward the big house. There was a little grove of tall, but bushy pines that blocked the view of the foreman’s house. Kayce was there. He had to be. It’s where she would have chosen to go on foot if she was looking to be by herself and partially secluded.

Making her way to the tree line, she heard a wolf howl again. This time closer. To her intuition, that meant she was going in the right direction, but it also put her on edge. She was by herself, no assurance that Kayce was actually in here other than a hunch, and had no weapon or self defense. Now she understood why Ryan was still over protective. She could be so forgetful. She would have to tell Rip in the morning that wolves were close by.

With her shoulders squared and a deep breath to give her courage, she crossed the tree line and made her way to the most central point. The furthest spot away from everything. She listened closely to the twigs that cracked and the pine needles that crunched under her feet; making note of anything that sounded dangerous. She breathed shallowly. The air came out in little puffs between her lips making it feel like she could hear better.

Sitting there on a downed tree in a little clearing was Kayce. She let herself breathe a bit more normally. She stopped to look at her best friend and her eyebrows pulled together and her face dropped. He looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. As if the god Atlas had handed over the mantle to him.

Her lips pursed. “Hey cowboy.” He whipped around at the sudden intrusion of her soft voice. He immediately relaxed when he saw it was Stella and stood to meet her. He wrapped her in a hug. She always loved getting hugs from him, but this one felt different.

“Kayce, what’s wrong?” She squeezed him tight and stepped back to get a better look at him holding onto his arms. His eyes looked swollen from what she could see in the dark.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine, I promise.”

She scoffed. “You’re not okay, my dude.”

“Yes, I am, Stella.” Kayce sighed loudly. He sounded stuffy.

“Yeah, sure you are.” She scrunched up her face and huffed. “You’re lying to me. Why?”

“Because it’s not your job to be worried about me.”

“That’s rude as hell considering I’ve worried about you for 13 years straight. For every second of every day because I know you and your reckless abandon. It’s my job to be worried about you because if I don’t, you won't.” She crossed her arms indignantly. “Only myself or your wife will.”

He got defensive. “You should just go back to the house. Not everyone wants you to be up their ass all the time.”

Stella’s eyes squinted as her eyebrows pulled together at his attitude. Her brother hadn’t been lying when he said Kayce was irritable today. “I was coming to say hi and check on you, but if you wanna be a jackass about it, fine. Come find me when you pull your head out of your ass, Kayce.” She shook her head, muttered, ‘unbelievable,’ as she walked back the way she came.

Stella was almost to the line of trees that went back into the wooded area from the little clearing when she just barely heard, “Monica left me.”

“I’m sorry, what.” It wasn’t even a question. A flat tone of shock held her voice as she whipped around.

“Monica left me. She said she didn’t think it was safe for her or Tate. Didn’t think I was safe for her or Tate.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She ran to him and gripped him tightly again. “Shit you know what I mean, but what the fuck.” She fixed her glasses. It was quiet between them for a few minutes. Neither of them really knew what to say. Stella was gobsmacked, and it was very safe to assume Kayce was blindsided. Kayce was probably the second person, after her brother, that she felt completely safe with. She couldn’t understand Monica’s logic.

She now felt bad that she had bit back at him so hard. He had taken his anger out on her, sure. But she also wouldn’t let the subject drop. ‘Takes two to tango.’

“Do you wanna go on a night ride?” She inquired quietly. It was her peace offering. They both had been asses, but they could fix it this way. She hoped. She looked down at the ground and pushed through the pine needles and dirt with her foot. She slid her glasses up her nose and brought her head up to avoid them sliding down as fast.

While Stella looked anywhere but at him, Kayce studied her. She had put her hands in her back pockets. Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, as usual, and some shorter strands fell into her face. She was wearing her dark green jacket, the one he had gotten her for her 17th birthday.

He knew he had been a jerk. He hadn’t meant to take it out on her. She was just trying to do what Stella did best. Help. Even with the acidity he had thrown at her. Here she was. Still standing by his side in all her loyal glory. He had always been able to count on her to be somewhere in the wings. Lee hadn’t been joking when he said where there was one, the other wasn’t far to follow.

Stella finally looked up at him and he was reminded of the first time her wild eyes met his. At that time, he was 16. He wanted to be anywhere but stuck with some random 14 year old girl he didn’t know. He had wanted to purposely annoy her to see just how much fire actually lived behind those eyes. Little did he know, she would become a major constant in his life.

He felt like they were those kids again. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

The pair raced to the barn and hurried to tack up as fast as possible, laughing and giggling all the way. They flew out of the barn. They galloped off toward the river that ran through one of the pastures and into the park. Kayce and Tank had gotten the drop on Stella and Abigail. The good thing about that was that she had held Abigail back for about three quarters of the way.

“Don’t hold back girl, cut those boys off.” Stella leaned forward and felt Abigail unleash her legs beneath her. Slowly but surely they were coming on their opponents. She was almost worried that Kayce was holding Tank back. That would be just like him.

“Don’t you dare try and dirty cheat me out, Kayce!” She shouted as they raced by. Stella could see the river just up ahead. She pushed her mare faster, trying to cut off the last few hundred feet. Kayce and Tank came running up beside them.

“No!” Stella refused to tie. “Hell no! I met the bank first, you shit head!”

“You’re such a sore loser, Stell.” They both hopped down and Stella was ready for a fake war. With her shoulders squared, she stalked forward.

“I’ll show you a sore loser, cowboy!” She went to swipe for his hat, but Kayce ducked and weaved around her. He grabbed her around the waist and spun her.

“Kayce stop, I’m gonna vomit!” He slowed to a stop after a few spins.

He squeezed his fingertips on her hips, “Do you give?” His voice was husky behind her ear.

Stella cleared her throat. “For now. But my girl and I still won.” She gave him a quick jab with her elbow while turning around. She stuck her tongue out as she backed away from him to put space between them. He swatted at her with one of his reins and she squealed, and ran back to Abigail. She adjusted her glasses and laughed.

“So are we gonna be here for a while?”

“Maybe?” Kayce wasn’t too sure himself.

“Okay well I’m gonna take her saddle off for now.” She broke down the saddle and leaned it against the base of a nearby tree. She let Abigail stand ground tied. She watched Kayce as he finished breaking down Tank. It was just like old times when they would run away for the night and come to this spot. Especially when things got to be too much. She smiled affectionately at the memories. Stella could see the weight was still there on his shoulders, but he seemed lighter. This was hopefully just the thing he needed right now.

Stella heard the rushing of the river. Deciding to go sit at the edge of the bank, she sat and breathed in deep. The mountain air would always and forever bring her peace.

“Hey, Kace, come sit.” Stella said softly. Kayce sat his saddle down against the same tree as Stella’s and walked over. “Pop a squat.” Stella patted the ground next to her. He took the invitation and plopped next to her with a groan. “Those bones are gettin’ old, huh?”

“Stella…,” he sighed, “shut the hell up.”

She laughed. “Oh you love me Kayce. What would you do without me?”

“Probably crash and burn.” The mood became heavy. Stella knew that without Monica or herself, his hotheaded devil may care ways and rocky relationship with his father, surely would have run him into the ground by now.

The air got still. The only thing to be heard was the late night forest noises, their horses, and the river. They leaned toward each other letting their shoulders touch. Instantly they both relaxed. Stella’s head leaned toward his shoulder as a pillow. It was a comfort thing. They had done it since they were young. The pair always seemed to make physical contact somehow at some point.

She thought back to when she had first met Kayce. The wild eyed young buck that had absolutely no fear in him.

Rip led Ryan and Stella out to the stables to get his horse from Lloyd. Stella couldn’t come along for the work day, but thankfully Rip and Lee had a babysitter in mind.

Rip glanced at their new wrangler. “Ryan, say goodbye to your sister. She’s going with Kayce for the day.” Rip moved to stand off to the side as Lee brought Kayce around into the stables.

“Kayce, Stella. Stella, Kayce.” Lee introduced quickly. He had a lot of shit to do today, and he hoped these two would stay out of trouble.

“You’re both on barn and feeding duty today.” He looked to both of them as he grabbed his horse, “Kayce knows the ropes. He’ll lead you straight. Isn’t that right Kayce?” He gave his little brother a sharp look. Kayce nodded and watched as his big brother wandered off.

He huffed and turned back around to face the girl he had been stuck with. She was currently petting one of the horses that wasn’t being used today. Her brown hair was in a messy bun, and her side swept bangs were continuously getting stuck behind her glasses.

“Alright petting zoo time is over. Come on.” He walked by her. She screwed up her face behind his back. She was confused as to who he was talking to like that. Since she didn’t fully know where things were, she decided to pick that battle for later. She needed him to show her things.

“Okay so the list board is here,” he pointed haphazardly at the cork board, “everything you’ll need to muck and water is in this room here next to the tack room,” he moved over to the next door on the opposite side, “and this is the feed room. You got any experience with feeding?”

“I mean, yeah. Some. Not much though.” Stella shrugged, “I’m will– ,” Kayce interrupted her.

“Okay well I’ll take care of that. Don’t need any of our horses dying because then I would never hear the end of it.”

“If you would let me finish,” she sighed, “I’m willing to learn the schedule and the amounts here. If you’ll show me.”

“I don’t have the time to show you that. I gotta go do the outside stuff. Then I’ll come back and feed the inside horses.” He left through a side door.

Her face flattened, if she were a mare her ears would have pinned. She muttered, ‘unbelievable,’ to herself.

Stella was brought back to the present by a gentle nudge from Kayce. She glanced over at him with a questioning look.

“Where’d you go?” Kayce inquired quietly.

She hummed a soft laugh. “Sorry I was thinking about when we first met. How we kinda hated each other. Who would have thought we’d be best friends not long after?”

“Oh yeah. I didn’t hate you. I just didn’t want to have to babysit a girl who knew nothing about ranch life.”

“I knew about ranch life. Just not your ranch in particular. You would have only had to babysit me for a few days before I got the full hang of it. I at least had the horse part down.” Stella giggled, “but out of spite, I made you have to keep an eye out for me longer.”

“Wait, you did that on purpose?”

“Maybe?” She wanted to back track, but she had already come this far. “Okay yes. I did. But in my defense I also wanted you to be my friend. You were the only one in the same age bracket. Everyone else was older.”

“I would have done that regardless, sugar.” Her chest tightened at his use of the old nickname.

“Sugar? Damn it’s been a long time since I’ve heard that one cowboy.”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to just be.”

“You’ve had a lot going on. Between meeting your —,” she stopped herself short, “joining and leaving the military, becoming a father. I wanted to respect that.” Stella breathed. “It was bad enough that I came to live with you for like almost a year.” She chuckled.

Stella turned to face him a little better, but leaned back. “Wait, are you trying to say you missed me?” He smiled like she’s only ever seen him smile a handful of times. He looked down. He was bashful. She smiled wide.

“Kayce John,” she started poking his arm, “you missed me! And you’re bashful! What the actual hell? There's gonna be snowfall by tomorrow.”

“Nevermind you asshole.” He gently shoved her hand away and started to stand. He wasn’t actually mad. He was just embarrassed.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry Kayce. Please don’t leave.” She reached out and grabbed his hand. He pulled her up and wrapped her in a gentle hug to give her a noogie.

Stella squealed, “no Kayce no!” She fought her way out of the hug. She pushed and shoved until he gave in and let her spin away. She moved her glasses as the world stopped spinning. Her eyes focused on him again.

“You remember those awful bangs?”

“Kayce shut the fuck up.” They both broke out into loud belly laughs. She had loved those bangs… for about a week. “Why do you think I let them grow out?”

“I think we’re both glad you did.”

Stella swatted at him from a distance, “Now who's being the asshole?”

It went quiet between them. Kayce turned and faced the water. Stella chewed her lip. She wanted to ask about the situation, but she also didn’t want to pry without his permission.

Without missing a beat and while he still faced away from her, Kayce said, “Go ahead, Stella. I know you want to ask.”

“So…,” she started, “What exactly happened? What made her think you, of all people, weren’t safe?”

“You remember what happened with Lee and the cattle?”

“Oh you mean that giant shit storm that gave me several panic attacks and grey hairs about what I was coming home to? Yeah. What about it?”

“I was there, between Lee and Robert.”

“Monica’s brother, Robert?”

“Yeah.” The air was heavy. Kayce wasn’t sure he wanted to admit to her that he had been the one who had killed his brother’s killer.

“What is it, Kayce?”

Kayce sighed and paced along the river bank. She could tell he was contemplating a lot all at once. Stella knew he must be overwhelmed to the max. He was getting more and more agitated the longer he went back and forth.

“Hey, stop and look at me.” She got closer to him. He stopped, but his breathing was labored like a caged mountain lion. “Kayce, you can tell me. I’m your Huckleberry, remember?”

Kayce took his time and really surveyed her. He needed to know if he could really trust her. Yes, he understood he could trust her with his horse, with his truck. He knew he could trust her with the life of his child. But killing a person? His wife’s brother? That was a completely different ball park of trust. Hell, he hadn’t even technically told his wife until today.

“Stella, please don’t get angry when I ask this. Can I 100 percent trust that what I tell you stays between us and this river bank?”

“Kayce. My god. You’re acting like you killed someone. Yes. You can trust me. Who am I gonna tell?”

He suddenly became very serious. His voice was low and didn’t waver. “No Stella. Can I trust you to not say anything? To anyone.”

Her shoulders dropped and her eyebrows pulled together. “Yes Kayce. You can trust me. When have I ever given you any doubt?”

He breathed and remained quiet. She had never given him any kind of doubt. About her friendship, her intentions, nothing. His jaw clenched as he decided whether or not to make the ice cold plunge. It was one that he may or may not be able to come back from in her eyes.

“I don’t wanna lose you too.” He said in a small quiet voice.

“Kayce, I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would make me leave. I might take a lap around the ranch, but I won’t leave.”

“I killed Robert after he killed Lee.” Kayce said it so quickly, she almost missed it. Her jaw dropped open with a snap as she looked up at him. “He shot Lee, and Lee was bleeding out, and I just–,” Stella started to be able to hear the unshed tears wavering in his voice as he cut himself off. A wave of nausea hit her at the thought that Robert killed Lee. She couldn’t help but feel like that had potentially been on purpose. She knew Kayce’s brother-in-law wasn’t fond of Lee. Or Kayce for that matter.

The blood rushed through her ears and melded with the sound of the river. Her vision unfocused on the moving water in front of them. Her mouth remained open, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as it could. She couldn’t believe what she heard. She couldn’t believe it, but on the contrary, she could. She knew that if it had been Ryan and her, she would have done the same thing and vice versa.

“Stella, please say something. Anything.”

She looked up at Kayce and made direct eye contact. Her jaw was still open. Her mouth started to move, trying to find words to say, but she struggled to find them. She struggled to even find sound.

“Fuck.” She whispered. “What are you and Monica gonna do? What are you gonna do? What if the cops catch wind? What if–,” Kayce interrupted her diarrhea mouth.

He put his hands on her shoulders. “We’ve already taken care of the what ifs.” He faced away from her again. He was almost ashamed he dropped this on her, for her to carry. “As for me and Monica? You know, I don’t really know. I’m flying by the seat of my pants here.”

Stella watched Kayce face the river. It was like he was begging for answers from the running water. She frowned. Her heart hurt for her best friend. She wished she could give him the answers he searched for. This was a little out of her wheelhouse. She reached out to him and placed her hand between his shoulder blades and rubbed gently. He leaned closer to her. She could tell that he was trying to ground himself. She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Kayce. I’ll help you with anything you need.” He put his arm around her shoulder and brought her closer. He kissed her head. She turned and put a hand on his chest as reassurance. “I’ll help you figure this out.”

Kayce sighed. “We should probably head back.” He stayed silent for a few minutes. “Thank you for not running.”

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Hear me out, The boys go to middle school drama productions on the boardwalk.

Paul & Marko gasp at the dramatic parts and are the most into it.

Dwayne brought laddie to get away from the cave

David is pissed that marko and Paul are so loud

And star is just peacefully watching

(Had this thought a few minutes ago and had to share it 😭❤️❤️)

Lmaooo stop that’s so funny

They go see the Santa Carla middle school production of Les Mis or something

Paul genuinely cannot sit still that long, by the time Fontaine is getting her hair chopped off he’s like, is this gonna be over soon? But then once people start fighting he’s like oh ok I can get on board

Laddie gotta be the same way because these idiots DID NOT realize what the show was about, nor did they realize how long it was gonna be

I think Marko would be sooooo into the whole Enjolras, barricade thing like the man loves chaos and violence so he’s like yeah get the rich guys asses

Dwayne too because he’s actually canonically a communist lmao

I also feel like Dwayne loves Marius and Cosette because he’s a romantic at heart, but he also feels for Eponine and he sheds a single tear when she dies.

David is soooo done with Marko and Paul, but I also think he critiques the acting to the other boys (because he’s a little shit) so he’s like totally ranting about some fucking eighth grader cause he can’t project lol

Y’all can’t do this to me it like, awakens the theatre kid in me😂😂 I’d also love to see them watch Mamma Mia or Newsies or something, it’d be so funny omg

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moonjxsung · 5 months

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omg everyone’s ex story have got me with my jaw DROPPED (!!!)

but lol, if y’all don’t mind i gotta trash talk my ex too bc he makes me laugh lol. SO 👏 my entire life i had mostly been interested in girls (i’m afab) but i had this guy best friend since high school that was crushing on me hardcore the entire time and i knew, but i was just never interested in guys so i just kinda looked the other way lmao. but anyway, i loved him so much and he was the only person i had ever opened up to completely. like every traumatic thing that had ever happened to me? he 100% knew about it.

so anyway, fast forward to college and we start spending a lot more time together and i was frequently stealing his bed at the dorms because my roommate wasn’t a good person and at some point i realized that i might also be having feelings for him too and i was very confused because again, i mostly liked girls and only ever made an effort with girls. but hey whatever, i tried to play it cool but one night we took shrooms together and we ended up having some VERY emotionally invested sex lmao

THEN we started dating after that and i shit you not, we only lasted a MONTH. the thing was that we had a friend in common who lived like three houses away from campus and we often visited her there and she hosted a lot of parties. one day i couldn’t reach him at all, so i contacted his roommate and he said that they were tripping together alone at her house and i was like ??? excuse me??? so i basically flew over there and they were making out on her couch

when i tell you i was LIVID. ohh i was pissed.

i then found out that out of the four weeks we dated, they’d been a thing for three 🙃

this asshole, who had been my best friend since high school, to whom i’d shared e v e r y t h i n g about me to, who’d been chasing me since the beginning and was still chasing me in college started cheating with our friend the moment he pulled me lmfao and made me look SO stupid every time we visited her at her place because ALSO EVERYONE knew except for me 🙃🙃🙃

-🪲

HUH????? HELLO?????????? DID I READ THIS CORRECTLY 😧😧😧😧 no fr what IS IT with men who are so persistent at chasing after you… AND THEN THEY FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU….. like colossal waste of everyone’s time and makes you feel so fucking stupid 😭 4 weeks is crazy and 3 weeks of those being with a whole other person is crazier 😭😭😭😭 might be a stupid question but do you guys still talk at all?? I feel like I’d have to cut him off for the rest of my life I deadass could not deal with that knowledge 🤕 I tried breaking up with my ex the first time he started playing games and he would not stop texting me in the middle of the night and calling to apologize and begging me to stay and he was so drunk when I answered so I felt bad and took him back and he literally started seeking out other girls like a week later and then cheated on me maybe 3 months after that. Fucking waste of my time scum garbage human fr I was going insane trying to piece together who he was cheating on me with and everyone called me crazy and I was right about every single thing in the end. I needed so much therapy I dyed my hair red my eating disorder got so bad I fr was never the same and I can’t bring myself to date again 😭 I’m so sorry that happened to you anon you deserve so so so much better and I hope you never get your time wasted like that again ☹️🫶 I love you and I’m always here if you need to vent !! 🩷🫶

#🪲 anon #ask

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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okay we love bakugo being an idiot in love. when you’re BOTH idiots though? top fucking tier

he’s trying but has no idea what he’s doing, and you don’t think he likes you like that so you’re totally oblivious to his advances

imagining his buddies groaning and pulling at their hair watching y’all struggle. like they want so badly to just shove y’all at each other and fucking kiss already but they’re trying to let you guys figure it out yourselves too

kiri does his absolute best to be there for his bro but it’s just…

and mina keeps trying to talk to you about your feelings for bakugo and to go for it! tell him how you feel! and you’re like no way…there’s no way he looks at me in a romantic light. you don’t want to get your heart broken

everyone is so damned frustrated

and i also love the idea of bakugo proposing not long after you guys start dating because he’s been in love with you for so long. after actually being together for a while any doubts he had about it being you are gone

and his buddies are just like you know what? good for them

they’re just so relieved LMAO

OMG, poor Bakugo who think's you'd turn him down LMAO!!!

No, but I can totally imagine the in-between, and the way it all gets even worse when you start doing things that are totally couple's things, but then deny it the second anyone brings it up.

Always standing hip to hip, buying and sharing lunch with each other, having inside jokes and whole conversations nobody else knows about... Bakugo even seems to respond to your texts quicker, which is a feat in and of itself.

Godddddd, and everyone is so mad that you both can't see it despite the fact that it's literally. Already. Happening. "Oh but we just do that cuz we're just friends," Mina's ASS! He's not like that w/ anyone else!!! Just cuz you can't name it doesn't mean it isn't REAL.

You only probably finally come to that realization when you're out together and a whole freaking stranger starts asking about your relationship. It's probably the only way either of you realize, since you've both been so AHHH whenever the squad brought it up... thinking they were making it up just to be nice on your behalf.

BUT ANYWAY, lmfaooooooo Bakugo proposing like five months in GOSH🥺!!! It's actually kinda cute because... he probably doesn't even want or need to get married that quick... just wants you to know that he does intend to marry you eventually. Soon. Whenever you're ready... so you can skip the dating phase and just go straight to the fiancé label.

And though everyone is relieved, it's also funny to think about how you went from denying it all to a promise ring in less than a year. Good lord.

#bakugo #LOOOOL ANON ALL OF THIS #his friends are like told u so!!! and he's denying the whole thing #what do u mean? i always knew this would happen #like... ok but u werent the one who was exclusive w/ someone for 4 years and wouldnt even call them ur gf #he's just ... stfu #lmao why would this happen to me tho #i would never ask someone out hajsdfjkjads GOD #ask #anon #anon thoughts #caitie things

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Family Gathering

Gilly Lopez x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 13 of the August Prompts: spicy food

Warnings: language, alcohol, found family fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I sat down to start the fic for today’s prompt with no idea who or what fandom I was going to write it for. But I’m very glad my brain took it in a Gilly direction. And also the rest of the guys lmao. Hope y’all enjoy!

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The day had started off so quietly despite what you knew was coming later. You’d invited all of the guys from the club over for a barbecue, wanting to take advantage of not just the nice weather, but the fact that things had actually been going well for the first time in a long time. While you never knew all of the details of it, you were able to glean a lot from the moods that Gilly usually came home in. Even when things were rough, he never took it out on you, but you could still tell. He seemed less tense lately, coming home a little earlier, with a little more energy. It gave you a bit of hope that the club was on an upswing. And, when you had floated him the idea of having everyone over, he was eager to agree.

So that’s what the two of you had been doing for most of the morning. You both pitched in, cleaning the house, getting the back yard set up, and prepping the food. While Gilly was usually very territorial over the kitchen, he did his best to try and keep it in check, knowing that this was a two of you thing. He was trying to get better at sharing.

It didn’t mean that you didn’t catch him looking over your shoulder a couple times as you both got things ready. You didn’t comment on it, just choosing to laugh and shake your head at him. He didn’t try to offer any advice, so you assumed that you were doing alright.

“Alright,” you took the dishtowel that was draped over your shoulder, wiping your hands on it before tossing it onto the counter, “That’s all set. I’m gonna shower and stuff before everyone gets here,” you walked over, kissing him quickly on the lips, “I love you.”

The smile on his face was genuine even though his attention quickly returned to the food he was prepping, “I love you too.”

You had your music playing from your phone while you showered. Apparently you were playing it loud enough to drown out the sounds of a few of the guys showing up to the house. You changed into a fresh tank top and a pair of cutoff shorts, slipping on a pair of slides before making your way back towards the kitchen. Your phone was tucked into your back pocket, music still playing while you half danced, half walked.

It wasn’t until you turned out of the hall and into the kitchen that you heard the voices. You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes widening at the sight of all the men in your kitchen. You knew that they were coming, but you weren’t expecting them so early. And you usually heard their bikes when they all rolled up. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled your phone out and immediately stopped your music. The kitchen fell silent with the absence of your Throwback 2000’s playlist, which you still cringed every time you realized some of your long-standing favorite songs were now considered throwbacks.

It was just the usual crew, the Core Four, as you so lovingly named them. EZ and Angel, which you began to realize that one never really traveled without the other, Coco, and of course Gilly. They were all standing around the kitchen, beer bottles in hand. The three visitors were trying to stifle their laughter, but Gilly didn’t share the same sentiment.

“Coulda just told me you wanted to pick the music today,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, not further acknowledging the comment as you turned your attention to the other three, “Sorry, guys. Somehow missed hearing you all roll up.”

“It’s the shower surround sound,” Angel joked.

You smiled, “Yea, something like that,” you paused, “I’d offer you guys drinks, but looks like Gilly already beat me to it,” you walked up beside him, pressing a brief, soft kiss to his jaw.

“Yea,” Coco smirked, “You got him fully domesticated now.”

You laughed and Gilly shook his head, “Fuck off.”

You patted Gilly’s chest, “He’s not wrong, though.”

He motioned back and forth between the two of you, “See? This is why I never invite you guys over,” he laughed, “This is how it starts. Gonna be outnumbered all fuckin’ day now.”

You laughed, taking the bottle from Gilly’s hand and giving yourself a sip of it before handing it back, “Yea, maybe.”

The group of you only lingered in the kitchen for another minute or two making small talk before you started herding all of them outside. That was the whole point of the day anyway. EZ asked if there was anything that any of them could do to help, and you were all too happy to put them to work bringing stuff out with them. Gilly made it clear that none of them were allowed to carry any of the food, that he didn’t trust them not to fall and drop everything. It got a laugh out of you, knowing that he trusted these men with his life but not the food he had prepped for everyone. You passed off snacks and a few extra bottles of beer for the coolers off to them as they all filed out of the kitchen and into the back yard.

The Reyes brothers and Coco were laughing amongst themselves as they went out the side door onto the porch, leaving just you and Gilly still in the kitchen. When Angel slid the deck door shut behind him, Gilly turned to look at you, his expression getting a little softer as he took in the sight of you. He could see that your hair was still a little damp from the shower, your face bare, and it still made his heart speed up a little bit every time, no matter how many times he’d seen you like that.

“Didn’t mean to ambush you,” he joked.

You smiled, shaking your head as you stepped closer to him, leaning against his chest, “Don’t worry about it. I just can’t believe I didn’t hear them.”

“Yea,” he laughed, “me either. They’re fuckin’ obnoxious,” he tried to sound annoyed but you knew he was faking it.

“Remember,” you poked his chest with your pointer finger, “They’re your friends.”

“Don’t remind me.”

You gave him a playful push towards the door, “I’ll be out in a minute—just gonna grab my own beer.”

“Oh,” he chuckled as he shook his head at you, “not just going to keep stealing mine?”

You hummed in amusement as you stepped in just close enough to place a lingering kiss on his lips and say, “I’ll still do that too,” before backing away and heading towards the fridge.

Gilly lingered for a moment, watching the way you drummed your fingers on the side of the refrigerator door. He smiled to himself before prying himself away and heading out to join the people that he’d invited over.

You were digging the bottle opener out of the kitchen drawer when you heard the sound of more motorcycles rolling up. You quickly popped the top off of your beer bottle, tossing the cap into the garbage before walking over to the door to greet whoever was arriving now. You might not have been able to extend that courtesy to Angel, EZ, and Coco, but it wasn’t too late this time.

Pulling the front door open, you smiled at the sight of Creeper and Riz getting off of their bikes. The two of them were chatting as they walked up to the door, pausing their conversation to greet you with hugs and kisses on the cheek.

Riz nodded towards the beer in your hand, “Didn’t start the party without us, did you?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Not at all. A few of the guys just got here a couple minutes ago. Reyes boys and Coco.”

“Angel? Really?” Creeper joked as he walked into the house with you, shutting the door behind you all, “Guy will be late for his own funeral, but he’s here early?”

You pointed at Creeper knowingly, “He knows that Gilly is cooking today. Food is the best motivator.”

Walking to the kitchen, you tossed a bottle of beer to Riz, and a bottle of water to Creeper before letting them know that everyone else was out in the back yard. You were following behind them, smiling at the sight of your backyard filling with people that you cared about, that Gilly cared about. And it wasn’t even everyone yet.

You were all sitting around the large picnic table in the back yard, a project that you and Gilly had tackled together, building it yourselves. You thought it was going to be the thing that made Gilly leave you, but the two of you managed to power through the project, coming out on the other side of it with a table large enough to seat just about all of Santo Padre. You smiled to yourself at the memory.

It took the guys no time at all to get right into their stories, tales of their antics that you were sure had been told a thousand times before, and would be told a thousand times more if they had anything to say about it. You sat back and listened, sipping casually on your beer as you watched all of them starting to get more and more animated as they got farther into the story that they were telling.

You all paused for a moment when you clocked the familiar rumble coming down the street again. You and Gilly looked at each other and you waved him off, mouthing a silent, “I got it,” to let him know that he could stay with the guys, and you would go and greet whoever was pulling in now.

“And they give me shit for being late,” Angel huffed with a roll of his eyes.

“’Cause you’re always fuckin’ late,” Coco said with a laugh.

You were laughing at their comments flying back and forth as you slipped back into the house and headed for the front door. Pulling the door open, you and Bishop mirrored each other’s shocked expression. He was just about to knock when you pulled the door open.

He lowered his hand, immediately shifting to pull you into a hug, “Good to see you, sweetheart.”

You leaned into the hug as you responded, “Good to see you too,” pulling away, you repeated the process with Taza and Hank, “I’m warning you now, all those boys are going to give you guys grief for being the last ones here.”

“We’re the last ones here?” Hank sounded genuinely surprised.

You were about to make the same comment that you’d made to Creeper and Riz, but Taza beat you to it, surprisingly enough, “Gilly’s cooking. They won’t be late for that.”

“Should start having him cater Templo, then,” Bishop remarked with a shake of his head as you all walked through the house and out to the back yard.

“Ay!” Angel threw his arms up as the four of you all walked down the deck steps, “Look who decided to show up!”

Bishop shook his head, retort already locked and loaded, “Angel, if—”

“Hey,” Angel cut him off, “no pulling rank here, Pres,” he gestured over to you, “Y/N’s house is neutral territory.”

“Actually,” you took a swig of your drink, “it’s not neutral territory. I’m in charge here,” you joked.

“Damn,” EZ joked, a smirk on his face, “Tough break, Gilly.”

Gilly shrugged, eyes fixed on you as he smiled, “I’m not mad about it.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the look on his face. Clearing your throat, you motioned for him to come with you, “Wanna bring the rest of it out now that everyone is here?”

He nodded, finishing off his beer and setting the bottle on the table, “Yea, comin’.”

You were already opening the fridge, trying to figure out which plates and trays you should take out first. You’d pulled both refrigerator doors open, arms outstretched as one hand rested on each to keep them open while you thought. It had the added benefit of washing you over with a wave of cold air. You were lightly gnawing at your lip in thought when you felt a pair of arms slithering around your middle. You huffed out a laugh when you felt Gilly’s chin rest on your shoulder.

“Might have to use those muscles to pick the plates up instead of propping the doors open,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you, “I’m strategizing,” you tried to sound serious and failed.

“Since when?” he laughed.

“Since you’re so picky about all of this,” you turned to look at him as best you could, “Figured some of these only you were allowed to carry.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you could feel the sensation of his laughter against your skin as he did, “You’re right.”

He pulled you back against him, partially out of affection, partially so that he could try to weasel in front of you and get to the plates in the fridge. You didn’t fight him on it. He knew exactly what each plate was and which ones he was most protective of. In light of that, he carefully selected two for you, turning and handing them back to you.

You took them carefully, wanting to make a joke about dropping them but knowing he wouldn’t find it nearly as funny as you. You flashed him a smile and nodded as you turned around and started walking towards the door. You were only a couple steps away from the door when he spoke up, “Hey.”

You looked back over your shoulder at him, seeing that he had already picked up a couple plates for himself, “Yea?”

“I love you.”

Your smile grew, “I love you too.” When you started making your way down the steps of the deck, the first thing you saw was Angel lingering over by the grill. He wasn’t touching it, but you knew that that didn’t really matter. You laughed as you hip-checked him out of the way, “I wouldn’t do that, Angel.”

“What?” he looked so confused.

“I’d stay away from Gilly’s grill if I were you,” you warned, “And away from him while he’s using it, too.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Oh, come on, he’s not that—”

“Nah, she’s right,” Gilly cut him off, setting his plates down beside yours, “Touch this and I’ll chop your goddamn fingers off,” he turned back to you, tone changing completely as he kissed you, “Thank you.”

You were certain that the warm fuzzy feeling you felt inside was showing on the outside as well, “No problem,” turning around, you playfully pushed Angel back towards the table, “Now c’mon and help me bring out the sides, before you start losing fingers.”

Despite the fact that Gilly wanted a decent perimeter around him while he worked the grill, he was still fully in-tune with the conversations that were happening at the table behind him. There was something different about getting together someplace that wasn’t the clubhouse. It felt a little more intimate—no hang-arounds or other extra people. It was nice, and based off the comments and the laughter he assumed that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. It wasn’t often that he heard Bishop and Hank laughing along with everyone else. Maybe the house really was neutral territory.

“I’m still waitin’ for Y/N to hook me up with one of her friends,” Angel said, the comment following up a bit of a verbal jab that Coco shot at him over his single status. Which you found interesting since you were fairly certain that Gilly was the only one of them who was in a real relationship with someone, except maybe EZ, but he kept that part of his life pretty private.

You were going to say something but surprisingly enough, Hank spoke up, “She doesn’t have any friends that she hates that much, Angel.” You laughed and shook your head but you didn’t argue the point.

“C’mon,” Angel held his arms out, like he was putting himself on display, “you’re tellin’ me that none of your friends—”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” you cut him off, almost doubling over with laughter as you stood up from your spot on the bench.

You went and gathered up all of the empty bottles that were starting to collect on the surface of the table, intent on bringing them to the recycling bin inside. Even as you retreated towards the house, you could still pick up on bits and pieces of the shift in conversation behind you. You paused in the doorway, looking at the entire crew of them all sitting around talking to each other. Even though Gilly was standing by the grill, he was still turning around to talk to everyone. You could pick his laughter out of everyone else’s with ease, and it sent a wave of calm over you. You liked the scene playing out in front of you—you hoped that things kept going well so you could see it more often.

When you came back out, you saw that everyone had helped themselves to more drinks. You walked over to the cooler, grabbing a bottle of soda for yourself before walking over to the grill to see how everything was coming along. Given the present company, you knew that you were the only one who was going to be allowed that close to Gilly and his domain. You went back and forth between looking at the plate that was starting to get stacked high with things that were cooked and taken off the grill, and peering around his shoulder to see what was still in progress. It always amazed you how quickly he managed to get through everything, and that despite the speed with which he cooked it always tasted amazing. You supposed that’s why he took such a painstakingly long time with prep.

“Looks good, baby,” you weren’t going to ask him to turn and face you to kiss you, so instead you pressed a kiss to the outside of his arm, a sweet and passive little gesture before you spoke up again, “Want me to bring these to the table? Clear you some room?”

He looked at you, nodding, “Thank you.”

You winked, “I got you,” picking up the plate, you asked, “These are regular, right?” you motioned to the various cuts of meat on the plate.

He nodded, chuckling, “Yea. Good call.”

You tapped the side of your head with your finger, “Every now and then.”

“What’s the other option, then?” EZ asked as you set the plates down.

“Hm?” you glanced over at him.

“If this is regular,” he motioned to the plates, “what else does Gilly have up his sleeve over there?”

You laughed, “He’s got this, spicy like,” you gestured vaguely with your hands as you tried to conjure up the right word, “marinade. Super good. It’ll kick your ass if you’re not expecting it, though.”

“Oh for real?” Angel asked, and you could see the intense interest all over his face and Coco’s as well.

You nodded, chuckling, “Yea, for real,” looking back over your shoulder, you spoke to Gilly, “Have you really never cooked for these guys, babe?”

“Fuck no,” he laughed as he pulled another piece of chicken off the grill and onto the plate, “Still wouldn’t have if you hadn’t said something about all this,” he motioned to the group of them all sitting at the table.

All of the guys were laughing and shaking their heads as Gilly shut off the grill, grabbing the last few plates of food and bringing them over. He set them down in the center of the table, taking one last look at it all to make sure that he hadn’t forgotten anything. He must’ve been satisfied, because you saw him give the tiniest little nod of his head to no one in particular before making his way over so that he could sit next to you.

No one wasted any time diving right into the food, which you were grateful for. The guys were tossing rolls to each other up and down the length of the picnic table and you couldn’t help but to laugh, trying to intercept them every now and then.

It struck you, as you watched them all chatting amongst themselves, that the only other time they really all sat together like this was at Templo. Parties at the clubhouse they all sort of paired off into their smaller groups, never really all sitting down together like this. You sat back for a moment, idly toying with the food on your plate as you looked around at everyone.

You felt Gilly’s hand land on your thigh underneath the table, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to face him, a smile on your face, “Yea?”

He smiled but you could see the small furrow of his brows, “You good?”

You nodded, resting your hand on top of his, “Yea, I’m good. This is nice,” you gestured to the table full of people with your fork.

“Good,” he gave your leg a light squeeze, “But if you want me to kick ‘em all out, I will,” he laughed.

“You can try,” Creeper remarked, having heard the quick, quiet exchange between the two of you, “but you’re not gonna be able to get any of this food from me, though.”

You laughed as you looked over at Gilly, “Looks like you’re gonna be on the hook for a lot more barbecues.”

“Between you and Felipe,” Taza joked, “you could have quite the catering business.”

EZ was shaking his head, laughing, “Pops would lock him in the freezer and leave him behind.”

Gilly laughed, shaking his head but he didn’t actually argue the point, “Yea, nah, your old man wouldn’t last a week with me.”

“I don’t know,” you had a sing-songy lilt to your voice, “He’s dealt with EZ and Angel for how long now?”

Bishop laughed, “That’s true.”

Angel sucked his teeth, but everyone could see the amusement in his eyes, “Man, fuck all you guys.”

You chuckled, “Keep talking like that, and you’ll have to give the food back.”

“Her house, her rules, remember?” Coco piped in with a smirk.

You smiled triumphantly, “Man, I could get used to hearing that.”

“Yea,” Gilly said with a shake of his head, “because I always put up so much of a fight about everything,” he laughed.

You smiled over at him, batting your eyelashes, “Yea, I guess that’s true. We do alright,” you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey,” Angel gestured to everyone around the table, “some of us are tryin’ to eat, here.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were only able to hold back your laughter for a couple seconds before it burst out of you. Shaking your head, you got back to the meal in front of you, letting the conversation drift back to the numerous stories that they always had to tell. You watched everyone laughing and joking with each other, gaze frequently drifting back to Gilly who looked more relaxed than you had seen him in a while. You noticed the way his hand never left your thigh, and a smile curled your lips as you tuned back into the controlled chaos unfolding around the table in your back yard.

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nattinatalia · 2 years

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urbanwyatt Blurry nights with my baby girl 💖

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#urban wyatt x y/n #instagram au #urban Wyatt

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xenon-demon · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday ✒️

Tagged by @stobinesque - thank you so very much!!

RULES:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

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WIPs:

steddie domestic hairwashing

steve overstimulation projection manifesto

cheerscoops fake dating season 3 au (steddie/buckingham)

when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au)

med student steve & nurse eddie who is sick of his shit

Gonna be real with y’all, the only WIP I’ve wrote anything for in the last week is #2 because it’s been A Week. (Also don’t let the WIP name fool you I mean overstimulation in the autistic kind of way, not the kink way lmao)

No pressure whatsoever buuuut I’m gonna tag @onirislanding and @sailors-ink!

Snippet from “steve overstimulation projection manifesto” (under a cut for length):

This time, however, his alarm clock says it’s only 1:27 AM. What’s more, it was even on his nightstand this time. Sure, Eddie had to move a bunch of papers from his campaign planning and a magazine or two he’d haphazardly dumped there to be able to read it, but it was actually on the nightstand. Where it belongs. Eddie’s really winning in the game of life tonight.

His winning streak only continues as he hears the shuffle of footsteps and the squeak of the trailer door closing behind Steve. Because at this time, Eddie knows it has to be his boyfriend; Family Video closes at midnight on Saturday nights. Factor in the time it takes Steve to close up shop and then drive over to the trailer, and there you have- wait.

It definitely doesn’t take an hour and half for Steve to get home after work – even if Saturday is one of their busiest nights.

Eddie is suddenly struck by the realization that it’s one of those nights.

“Stevie? Sweetheart?” Eddie calls out. He starts standing up, gingerly stepping over the notebook and loose pages scattered around his feet so he doesn’t crush them. He’s got probably three half-songs’ worth of chords and tentative lyrics in there somewhere, he doesn’t want to lose them. By the time he’s done that, put his guitar down, and quickly scooped all his papers into a rough pile he can sort through later, Steve’s entered his bedroom.

He doesn’t even spare Eddie a glance before immediately planting face-first onto his mattress.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie coos, coming over to sit next to Steve on the bed. Steve makes a noise in acknowledgement, although it’s heavily muffled by the mattress. “Stevie, can I touch you?” Eddie gets another muffled noise in response to that, but this one sounds distinctly like an uh-huh. Taking the confirmation for what it is – this is not Eddie’s first rodeo with nights like these, after all – he reaches out and rubs a firm hand up and down Steve’s back.

Steve sighs contentedly at the contact, some of the tension slowly leeching out of his muscles. They sit like that for a few moments, Eddie half massaging him and half just letting him know he’s there, before Steve says something else. He says it directly into the mattress, just like before, so Eddie doesn’t understand a single word of it.

“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

Steve lets out an enormous sigh, and then turns his head to the side to face Eddie. “Wan’ you to lay on me,” he says, and it still comes out a bit slurred. Whether it’s from the way Steve’s cheek is still smushed into the mattress, or talking is just a bridge too far for his baby right now, Eddie doesn’t know and frankly, does not care.

“Sure thing. You want your work uniform off first?”

“Just the vest.” Steve’s eyes are shut, and there’s a faint frown between his brows. It’s adorable, and Eddie knows he’s going to do something stupid like bite Steve if he keeps looking at his gorgeous face, so he quickly busies himself with removing Steve’s work vest. It only takes the gentlest of encouragement for Steve to move his arms as needed, Eddie trying his best to take off the vest without making Steve feel unnecessarily constricted. As he does so, he hears Steve taking some deep breaths in and out, and he smiles.

That’s one of the things they both find helpful, when they get overwhelmed like this; taking a moment to just breathe, as deep as you can. Slowly, in and out, and feel the stretch of your chest expanding each time you breathe in. It’s grounding – and plus, it’s harder to freak out about something when you’re physically forcing yourself not to hyperventilate. Eddie knows he and Steve have very different levels of success on that front, though.

Now that Steve’s vest is gone, however – and Eddie’s just flung it somewhere across the room, deciding it’s Future Eddie and Steve’s problem – it’s time for what his darling boyfriend actually asked for.

#wip wednesday #Charlie writes things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #autistic steve harrington #aka ‘I had a bad day earlier this week and immediately made it steve harrington’s problem’#was kinda hard to figure out where to cut out a snippet from this one so we kinda start mid train of thought lol #also! Steve’s deal with taking so long to get home is me projecting! because when I get overwhelmed I often end up just Sitting In The Car #for eons #when I really should be going in my house #EDIT: I FORGOT THE READ MORW #ITS THWRE NOW LMAO

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hi!!! 🩷 i've been a lurker for a little while but i LOVEEE your writing and when i saw you were doing ship requests i just had to send in an ask. if ship requests are closed though, totally feel free to ignore this hehe

i'm a female (she/her), my charm point is probably my thicker eyebrows and my personal/dress style is androgynous but leaning a little towards masculine. my myers-briggs is ISTP, i'm a bit of a realist but i love making people laugh and i'm quite laidback. for weaknesses, i can be stubborn at times and get a little too defensive. but in terms of personal strengths, i'm crafty, loyal, the dad friend, and a tough egg to crack. i like living slow, so a few of my hobbies include art, lounging around, and visiting new places :)

my love language is probably physical touch first and words of affirmation second. i'm not picky about looks, but i'd like someone reliable, someone who would be there through thick and thin. they'd probably also be as laid back as i am...i wouldn't mind someone who puts me on a pedestal gomez addams style hehehe. i'm fine with any of the boys, but a few of my faves from bob include bull, toye, luz, and malarkey!

thank you so much for opening up ur requests and i cant wait to read what you write next!!! 🩷🩷🩷

AAAAAA thank you so much for the kind words anon!! I’m sorry this took so long lmao 😅 Thank you for requesting and hope you're having a great day!!

I ship you with…

George Luz! What would we do without George Luz!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - A Kind of Magic by Queen

How you met

Ok so I picture you being an NCO in Luz’s platoon

Very much have the respect of your men and they would follow you off a cliff if that’s where you were going

In Taccoa with Luz first saw you he was just

In absolute awe

The way you handled Sobel’s bullshit while keeping up the morale of your men just… He was in love with you from day 1 but he never acknowledges it, he just thinks he really admires you

Also he loved having someone else to joke with and banter, he’d never admit it but in places like Eindhoven and Bastogne Luz felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, like, he wasn’t the only one trying to make the others laugh to help them through it

So y’all get to the Eagle’s Nest and you and George are sharing a bottle of wine on a couch just vibing and having a lovely time

And then quietly Luz asks “what do you think you’ll do when we get home?”

Then you realize that you and George aren’t gonna be together every day forever

“I’m honestly not sure George, what about you?”

“Well I’m probably gonna go back to Rhode Island, but I’d love to bring a certain someone back with me…”

“...you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

This whole time your voices are getting quieter and y’all are leaning closer to each other until finally your lips touch and holy moly both of y’all are on tOP OF THE WORLD

How he knew he loves you

Ok so I know he said he’s in love with you from day 1 but goofy boy Has No Idea

Sure he realizes he has a crush on you at the Eagle’s Nest but he still has a ways to go lol

So you two are in your apartment on a lazy saturday just relaxing and doing your own things

You’re doing some drawing on the couch and you don’t see Luz just PLOP and glue himself to you

The two of you start laughing and you try (not really) to push him off but you both wind up laying on the couch him spooning you close and tight and you both just feel so happy and safe

And Luz just realizes… this is where he wants to be

Not necessarily on the couch (even though y’all’s couch is mega comfy) but just goofing around with you and snuggling you and talking about everything under the sun

So he turns you around in his arms and looks into your eyes and

“You’re my best friend, I’m in love with you”

And in that moment everything is just Perfect

A conflict and how y’all resolve it

So both of y’all have had hard times at work recently

Nothing too awful, just a bunch of little things and they’ve been piling up for both of y’all

So Luz just got home and went to the kitchen to get you and him a couple glasses of water

And you just hear a glass break followed by a “shit!”

You go into the kitchen and see George trying to sweep up all the glass with a hand broom and dust pan

You crouch down to help him but inadvertently let an aggravated sigh slip past your lips

“I didn’t do this on purpose y’know…” George mutters to you

“I never said you did?”

The two of you start bickering and it grows into something that has you both yelling at each other over you don’t even know what

You go to grumpily put the broken glass in the trash but accidentally get a small cut on your hand in the process

Of course now it’s your turn to shout “shit!” and you make your way over to the sink

George just grows quiet and follows you

He gently takes your hand away from the cut and wordlessly starts cleaning and bandaging the cut for you

“I’m really sorry about all that, work has just been shit this week, every day it feels like there’s something new going on,” his voice is almost a whisper, but you can still detect the sadness and regret

“I’m sorry too… work hasn’t been great for me either…”

You both just quietly vent what’s been going on at your jobs and it ends with Luz engulfing you in one of his trademark Hugs

“I love you so much doll,” he says before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead

The two of you spend the rest of the night just holding each other and watching a funny movie in peace

Your Happily Ever After

Y’all are just the epitome of being with your best friend

You’re always doing things together and it becomes so silly and SO CUTE

It could be anything from being on a fancy dinner date and starting a food fight to playing pranks on each other at home

Like even grocery shopping y’all will just… turn it into this hilarious, wholesome chaos that only comes from being soulmates with someone on your wavelength

Also you two ALWAYS go out together, like, all your friends know they’re getting both of you or neither of you and it’s adorable

Like, everything y’all do with each other is just so easy (heheheheh)

Even when you have the worst days you’re able to fall into each other’s arms and it’s just a breath of fresh air

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Ok so

Y’all talk on the phone to your Easy Boys all the time

But on more than one occasion they’ve mixed up y’all’s voices

Like you’ll pick up the phone and Malarkey will just “Hey George!” without missing a beat

So now y’all have made it into a game

Whenever one of you picks up the phone and it’s an old Easy Buddy you both purposefully try to imitate each other and both of you just get an absolute kick out of it

Perconte has been the only one so far to see through it but everyone else is totally clueless

It backfired a little when you were on the phone and Guarnere went “so how’s engagement ring shopping going?” but that’s another topic for another day

Aaaaa I hope you like it Anon!! Please don't be afraid to message me telling me you saw this lol, I know the feeling of submitting an anon ask and then forgetting about it 🤣 Thank you again for requesting love!! ✨

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #hbo #hbo war #easy company #ask #anon #george luz #emily shut up #making waves

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