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I get the criticism of the Hunters of Artemis from a narrative perspective—it sucks that it essentially boots interesting female characters out of the story—but it always baffles me when people viciously hate Artemis for *checks notes* doing damage control.
Like. Thalia explicitly goes with Artemis to avoid the prophecy, and I definitely think that’s the reason Artemis tried so hard to get her to join—hell, you can view the hunters trying to recruit Annabeth as a way to get Thalia to join. And Bianca? You can’t convince me that Artemis didn’t guess there was something up there and react accordingly.
If Percy or Nico were even a little bit girl-adjacent you bet your ass she would be all over them to join. No one actually wants to risk the Great Prophecy happening, and Artemis is doing a hell of a lot more to stop it than anyone else.
#riordanverse#pjo#percy jackson#Artemis pjo#hunters of artemis#crack fic idea: Poseidon and Zeus have broken the oath several times before Thalia Jason and Percy. Artemis has just been hauling ass across#the country each time it happens. they have been so fucking lucky that their kids have been girl or girl-adjacent so far.#Artemis gets her info from Apollo (who gets pinged whenever a new potential prophecy child is born)#the hunters weren’t at westover to hunt thorn or even recruit Thalia. they were ACTUALLY there because Artemis got a text from her brother#like ‘lol the di angelo kids are out of the lotus hotel’#and Artemis is like gods FUCKING damnit hades I thought we had an understanding#OTHER fic idea: Bianca joins the hunters in the 30s and Nico goes to the casino alone#OTHER OTHER fic idea: Artemis can tell people’s gender sometimes before they can and now she has to crack trans Percy’s egg before she turns#sixteen so she’ll agree to join the hunters and put the prophecy off once again.#anyway. this has been my defense of Artemis.#eli rambles#eli writes
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yeah yeah canonically they all got seperate rooms at the gold gardens but to me they pushed two beds together and all slept in a huddle
#eli rambles#eli writes#the bad kids#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#fabians terrible no good very bad day#platonic affection#platonic soulmates#fhsy#fabian seacaster#figueroth faeth#kristen applebees#tracker o'shaughnessey#trackerbees#figayda#riz gukgak#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#ragh barkrock#ayda aguefort
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Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)
summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?
a/n: this has been in the works for a bit, do let me know if you all want a part 2 :)
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ynln-official: After 8 wonderful years with @scuderiaferrari, I have signed with @redbullracing for the next two years. I couldn’t be more thankful enough for all the wins and opportunities I have had with Ferrari, I can’t wait to race for redbull. Let’s see what the 2024 season brings(can’t wait to beat Charles lmao) :)
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charles_lerlerc: gonna miss you in the paddock next year dude but there is no way you are beating me ;)
ynln-official: in your dreams Charles, in your dreams
user32: not y/n rubbing it in charles’ face
user48: God this is perfect for y/n, he needed this!!
user37: I agree, I was literally manifesting this for him
user45: I’m so proud of him for this!
maxverstappen1: Can’t wait to race with you (again).
ynln-official: neither can I :)
user87: AGAIN???
i hope you all enjoyed this, it took alot of effort and i'm very excited to post this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️
tagging: @leosxrealm, @miloformula123fan
#eli writes#x male reader#f1 x male reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1#formula 1#x ftm reader#x gn reader#max verstappen x male reader#max verstappen#f1 smau#f1 social media au#treacherous fic
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nothing special
wc: 226
cw: a short and sweet little blurb, smutty undertones but not actual smut, at most like groping, abby x reader, second person, Abby being affectionate and in love
an: trying to get back in writing, my motivation was in the shitter for a hot minute but I think I can officially say I’m back to writing
“Can I see you?” Abby asked, cupping your face in her hands. You blushed and carefully moved it.
“I’m nothing special, really.”
“See that baby, is where you are wrong.” She said, her slow and tantalizing voice going straight to your cunt. Her arms found themselves on your waist, hands grabbing at the fat of your ass and her hot breath on your neck. You started to feel hot as your blush deepened even more and your body melted at her touch. She started to kiss down your neck and chest eliciting a small giggle from you and looked up deep into your eyes. Lust, hunger, and pure admiration swirled in Abby’s eyes and you brightened.
“You really think so?”
“Of course. Everything about you is goddamn perfect.” She whispered into your skin.
“Please.” You nodded and she instantly pulled the cloth of your shirt down to expose your breasts, palming them and leaving more soft kisses against the expanse of your chest.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”
“Smart. Talented. Kind. Caring. Empathetic. Not to mention how beautiful you are inside and out.” She said punctuating every trait with a kiss down your torso and sliding her hands over your thighs.
“I knew from the day that I met that you were special, that you were better than anyone I’ve ever met.”
#eli writes#abby anderson#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson fic#muscle mommy abby#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x you#the last of us
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think twice
stiles x derek
wild about you, established relationship
for @missanniewhimsy 💚
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It’s the smallest thing. The smallest, most inconsequential thing; so small Stiles can’t believe he’s been fixating on it for the better part of nine weeks—and the only reason it’s only been nine weeks is that Derek doesn’t come to many of his games and it took him at least a month to figure it out.
Derek doesn’t wear his jersey.
read on ao3
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Requested by @buddiesmutslut here's number 9 the lawyer Eddie and innocent Buck fic! I tried my best to make things clear but still keep the air of suspense lol. Also, yes Buck is going through it right now.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, the hands of the clock continued moving but Buck was frozen still. This was a warning, this should be a warning, right? He may act as if he wasn't scared but in reality, he was losing his goddamn mind. Coming home to his place being absolutely trashed was a big wake-up call. He needs to stop this. Yes, his loft wasn't his home, never was, but still, it was a place that gave him shelter for so long, and seeing it like this was painful.
There was a time when he was his own person, and had no one who could suffer the consequences of his actions but now it was different. He had Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Eddie, oh my god Eddie.
It was as if Eddie had some special power when it came to Buck and suddenly his loft opened to reveal Eddie.
“Hey so Bobby was doing some research and I think-”
“I'm withdrawing the case.” Eddie looked at him as if Buck had lost his mind but in reality, today was the first time ever since this all started that he was really thinking.
“What are you talking about and why are you cleaning the loft?” Buck needed the previous Eddie who didn't care about him so much. He needed him to ask less questions and do what he was asked to.
“Because it doesn't matter. It's not like I can practice after this so why even bother?” Some time ago they were standing at the exact place where Buck screamed about how important his job was to him and how he needed Eddie to trust him and today at the same place he's asking, no begging Eddie to leave him alone.
“Buck-”
“No Eddie, maybe I deserved it. I mean it was my fault, right? I took an oath to save people and I couldn't so maybe I do deserve it. Or what do you know, maybe I did kill him? Maybe-”
“Buck! If there's one thing I know about you is that you'd never hurt anyone on purpose-”
“What do you even know about me? Nothing. I just want you-” Buck needed Eddie to just go away. If Eddie said anything else Buck would completely break down and tell him everything that happened. And that's what Buck didn't want. He didn't want Eddie to put himself and in turn Chris in more danger because of Buck.
“I know how you act like you like dark coffee when your favorite is oat milk vanilla frappuccino. I know how you feel bad for killing a moth, a literal moth because it did nothing wrong. I know how you give your whole heart for someone without anything in return because that's how selfless you are, Buck. So yeah, I know you. I know you to the core and that's how I know that something is wrong.” One side of Buck wanted to cry in front of Eddie after everything he just said. There was finally someone who saw his whole existence and still thought he was worthy of something and yet he couldn't.
Christopher, the absolute treasure of his life would be in danger and Buck would literally walk through fire alone if it kept Chris safe. And if the fire was Eddie's disappointment and hurt, then so be it.
“Eddie, I want to withdraw the case”
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#buck and eddie#911 abc#buck x eddie#buddie#eddie diaz#911 fandom#9 1 1 fanfiction#buddie fanfic#911 fanfic#evan buck buckley#buddie wip#buddie fic#buddie fandom#eli writes#lawyer eddie#innocent buck#mystery
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so i watched Paper Clip last week, and that scene with the elevator has lived rent-free in my head. this has probably been done many times before but. here's my take on what happened in the elevator
He pushes the button to close the elevator doors.
She stands there, looking at him, drinking him in. He turns to face her, and she meets his eyes. There's something hollow in them, but it's covered quickly by his smile.
Thank God, she thinks, thank You. Thank You, as she returns it.
“Scully,” he whispers, and then she is in his arms, squeezing him tight, tears welling in her eyes.
She feels him exhale into her hair; she sniffs and presses her face into his chest, breathing in deeply. His hand comes up to cup the back of her head, and he moves away gently, bends down, and rests his forehead against hers, cradling her face.
No words pass between them. She can find no more.
The elevator dings, and as the door slides open, he releases her.
She looks at him as they walk out, and wonders if the softness in his eyes is reflected in her own face.
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gruvia week 2023 day four: delirium
~right in your arms, i'm home (where i'm safe and sound)~
“It couldn’t be you… She told Juvia you’re dead… She told Juvia that I’m the one who killed you…”
A ghost.
That was the most probable thing the apparition was.
The vengeful ghost of her beloved had come for her to take her soul.
And she’d willingly give it to him, to end this suffering. After all, she didn’t want to live a life without Gray in this world.
“Gray-sama… be Juvia’s executioner. I have no right to live after killing you.”
Juvia closed her eyes, submitting to her fate. The world became dark and quiet, and she’s all alone. All alone, just like the old days. She let the tears fall.
This was her punishment.
~0~
Blinded by rage, Gray went to every neighboring town Juvia was last seen. He didn’t take the news of Juvia’s disappearance lightly and began his own rescue mission to find her.
It was in the middle of the night during their trip back home when they got a call from the guild. Their panicked expressions made Gray and the others instantly awake. Everything was quiet except for the crickets outside of their inn. And it was then when the master dropped the news like a bomb.
Even when he didn’t exactly know the details of Juvia’s disappearance, Gray got up and put his clothes on swiftly. He headed for the door without a word. His friends called out to him, but he continued to move forward. They reasoned out that they needed to go together and it’s better to go in the morning, but all their words fell on deaf ears. It was still six hours before sunrise and they’re asking him to wait? A lot can happen in a minute, heck, even a second, and he’s supposed to start to search for Juvia after six hours? No way.
“Either you go with me or you come right after me. I don’t care what you’ll do, but I’m gonna start to search for Juvia now.”
His team stood up and got ready to follow his lead.
~0~
Looking for her was easier said than done.
Nobody saw Juvia after she got her reward in the town hall five months ago. The mayor said they offered her to stay for free for a vacation after she succeeded in her job but Juvia declined. That was the last time the townspeople saw her.
Five months… It was already a really long time. What if?
What if…
Gray shook his head and covered his face with his hands. No, it wouldn’t help him find Juvia if he thought of the worst possibilities. He was already restless with her disappearance. He didn’t need anymore stress by thinking of that happening.
While walking near another town where she was last seen, Gray noticed a young boy looking at him. He followed the line of sight of the boy and concluded he was looking at his chest. Over the years, people had stared at him because of his lack of clothing, but he didn’t care about that anymore. However, the stare of the boy fixated on his chest. It looked like he’s trying to remember something, and it made Gray ask him if needed something from him.
“Is that a guildmark, sir?”
Gray just nodded and continued his walk, because the priority right now was finding Juvia. The priority was finding her and bringing her safely back home.
“I saw someone with the same mark on her thigh. Are you perhaps related?
Gray stopped in his tracks and faced the boy.
That description… could it be?
“Where is she? Is she alright? Is she… alive?” Gray’s voice cracked a little when he asked the questions. Cold sweat formed on his forehead as he waited for the boy to answer.
The weight of the world on his shoulders got lifted when the boy answered him.
“My mama’s taking care of the lady. But she’s out of it every time she wakes up.” The young boy led Gray to his hut. “I think the lady needs to see someone she knows when she wakes up. Let’s go!”
Gray followed the boy with only one thing in mind.
He’s gonna see Juvia after a long time.
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The young boy’s mother led Gray to a room where Juvia was sleeping. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw how thinner and paler she became.
“What… what happened to her exactly?”
Placing the basin full of warm water near the bed, the mother began to wash Juvia’s body gently. “We don’t know entirely, but my husband found her near the foot of the mountains nearby. No one from the village sets foot there. It’s said to give you the worst of your nightmares in mere minutes.”
“It’s good if you stay with her for a while. I’ll prepare dinner, please look after her.” Gray nodded as she closed the door of the room, never letting go of Juvia’s hands.
Gray’s grip tightened on her hands. Heaven knew what she saw while she was there. He knew Juvia was strong, but to relive the worst of her nightmares… even he wouldn’t be able to handle that head on.
A groan from the sleeping Juvia brought him back to his senses.
“Juvia,” he whispered as he saw her open her eyes. She groaned again, and tried to focus her eyes on the owner of the voice.
“Gray-sama?” No, it couldn’t be him…
“It couldn’t be you… She told Juvia you’re dead… She told Juvia that I’m the one who killed you…”
His heart ached with the suffering she’s in. The tears in her eyes, the pain in her voice… He shared it all with her. Gray felt her suffering. Gray should feel her suffering, because he didn’t want her to suffer alone.
“Gray-sama… be Juvia’s executioner. I have no right to live after killing you.”
“Don’t say that!” He wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t say that, please, Juvia.” Gray sighed and rubbed Juvia’s back to ease the sobbing of the woman.
“Let’s live long together. Please.”
~0~
Juvia's whole body ached.
For a moment, she didn’t register where she was. All she knew was that she’s in a dark, warm room with a stranger sitting next to her.
She blinked, and suddenly the memory of the nightmare began to fill her mind again. Images of how Gray died during the dragon attack, because he pushed her away. Of how he died again when he stabbed himself to get themselves out of the ice lock. She remembered the wounds, the pools of blood, the cold body without any sign of breathing.
Her chest tightened as she tried to push the nightmares away. She pushed herself up to sit on the bed and let her tears fall.
The warm feeling of a hand rubbing her back calmed her down.
“Juvia, it’s me.”
But Juvia didn’t want to look. What if it’s another trick her mind was playing on her? She couldn't handle anymore nightmares.
“Juvia, it’s me, Gray.” He repeated. “I’m alive and breathing and you didn’t kill me, okay?” Gray caressed her hair then massaged her scalp after to calm her down.
“So please, please, go home with me. I’ll do my best to keep you safe from everything.”
After one last sigh, Juvia gathered up the courage to look at him.
“Gray-sama…” Tears pooled at the corner of Juvia’s eyes.
She hugged him so tight like her life depended on it. And Gray just let her. He was so relieved she was okay. The whole five months was a scare but he was glad she’s safe from the effects of the extended nightmares. But she still needed to restore her energy back. Hopefully, she’d let him restore her to health for a brief time before going back. He was thinking they could stay in their cabin first before they went back to Fairy Tail. Fresh air from the woods would be good for her.
“Gray-sama,” Her whisper snapped him out of reverie.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry for worrying you and the others.”
“Don’t think about that too much. I already contacted them and let them know you’re already safe with me.”
They stayed hugging each other for some time. Juvia’s eyes were drooping. She was still tired and needed a lot of rest. Gray noticed her slipping arms and laid her on the bed.
“Gray-sama?”
“Hm?”
“You know you’re my home right? Whenever I’m with you, I am home.”
A small smile graced Gray’s lips.
“Rest up. You can spend time with your home when you have your energy back.”
Juvia closed her eyes and let her body rest. The wonderful scenery where she and Gray were lounging in their old cabin filled her mind.
#gruvia#gruvia week#gruvia week 2023#gray fullbuster#juvia lockser#the prompts are hard this year!#eli writes
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Excuse me while I write some poetry teehee
Biting my skin
Surfing my bloodstream
All while we lived through
A stagnant dream.
Settle my stomach
Calm my nerves
And hide the visions
While I continue to serve.
Crawl into my head
Make yourself at home
There's an entire maze
For you to roam.
Watch me seize
Watch me cry
Tell me how it feels
To die.
I know where
Your hands have been
Silence my brain
While the room starts to spin.
The war is waged
The climax has begun
Make me cherish
Never being number one.
Pick up the rubble
Pray for a sense of new
Those devil horns
Look so pretty on you.
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Wrote a ficlet for @sesamenom ’s reverse gondolin AU. Inspiration willing I plan to write more.
#eli writes#ar pharazôn#witch king of angmar#gandalf#pippin#lotr fanfic#lotr fic#technically also#silm fic#lotr#lord of the rings#Tolkien#the fall of numenor#reverse gondolin au
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Finished knitting the biggest portion of my knitwear final today and the boost of serotonin got me to Actually Write Some Stuff
#unclear how long this chapter will take but I AM actually making progress#eli writes#eli rambles#improbable fiction#girl genius
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Figueroth Faeth ended her first day of high school in a prayer chain that she muted almost immediately, and with five new friends. Sometimes all it takes is almost getting killed by cafeteria tables to bond six people for life.
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or five times fig got comfort from the bad kids, and one time she didnt need too (but did anyway)
pairings: the bad kids, figayda and background trackerbees
word count: 3,188
rating: t for language
warnings: mentions of blood, vague descriptions of violence
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#eli writes#fantasy high#fantasy high freshman year#fantasy high sophomore year#fantasy high junior year#the bad kids#platonic cuddling#platonic soulmates#platonically theyre in love with each other !!!!!#hurt/comfort#fluff#figueroth faeth#gorgug thistlespring#adaine abernant#adaine o'shaughnessey#kristen applebees#fabian seacaster#riz gukgak#tracker o'shaughnessey#ragh barkrock#d20 fhjy#dimension 20#fantasy high fanfic
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Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)
Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?
a/n: part 4 is here, i just wanted to take a moment and just say thank you to everyone showing love to all of my fics and yeah i hope you enjoy it :)
-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.
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www.formula1news/redbulldriversinaromanticrelationship
Prepare yourselves for a revelation that could rock the foundations of the racing world. Fresh off yesterday's adrenaline-pumping race, an anonymous source has spilled the beans with compelling evidence, painting a scandalous picture of Redbull's rivalry duo. Forget podium celebrations; the two Redbull drivers weren't just celebrating their victories to an entirely unexpected level, engaging in intimate moments, sharing more than just victories. Brace yourselves, folks, because it appears the track rivalry has taken an unexpected turn into the realm of romance.
The whispers of the newfound romance between the two Redbull drivers are rippling through the media. Forget the professional facade; it seems that the thrill of victory has ignited a different kind of spark between the two Redbull racers. The photos and evidence speak volumes, capturing elusive moments that beg the question: are they more than just teammates?
In the cutthroat world of Formula 1, where rivalries are forged on the track, this off-track revelation is bound to send shockwaves. 'Friends' don't usually blur the lines between celebration and intimacy, and this newfound closeness could spell trouble for the Redbull team. With both star drivers romantically entangled, the impact on their on-track performance and the team dynamic is poised to be nothing short of sensational this season.
As the smokescreen of camaraderie lifts, the real question arises: will the on-track rivalry morph into a personal one? The last race already provided a glimpse into the friction between the drivers, and it seems the drama is just getting started. Will the asphalt become the stage for not only racing prowess but also a battleground for love and tension?
And let's not forget the intrigue surrounding Y/n, whose rumoured involvement with the Redbull driver were put to rest by his manager a couple seasons ago. One cannot help but think could this 'relationship' be the catalyst behind Y/n's abrupt shift from Ferrari to Redbull? The pieces of this scandalous puzzle are falling into place, unveiling a narrative that transcends the not so typical drama of the racing world.
Examining their career trajectories adds fuel to the fire. Y/n's journey began with a bang, securing P2 in his final Formula 2 race before joining McLaren in the 2016 season. After a brief stint, he spent seven years with Ferrari before the unexpected transfer to Redbull. Max, on the other hand, made his Formula 1 debut with Scuderia Toro Rosso in 2015, solidifying his place with Redbull in 2016 and staying put ever since.
The burning question remains: will this on-and-off track relationship sizzle into an exhilarating love story, or will it flame out in spectacular fashion? The impact on team dynamics and on-track relationships is poised to be monumental. Fasten your seatbelts, F1 fans – the next race might just be the battleground for love, rivalry, and everything in between. What are your predictions for this unprecedented twist in the Redbull saga? Share your thoughts as we watch this high-speed drama unfold on and off the track.
i haven't proof read this so if there were any mistakes, i'm sorry. But i hope you all enjoyed this, it took alot of effort and i'm very excited to post this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️
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I feel like making a post regarding my feelings about the Venture Bros. It's one of my favorite shows. I've been obsessed with it for well over ten years. Most of my life. I've watched it from beginning to end about four or five times, seen the finale movie once. I love every moment of it.
Venture Bros has such beautiful animation. Probably my favorite animation style on TV. The characters are so deep and interesting and unique, and you can tell they're all written with so much love by the writers. Sure the first few seasons are very... outdated... in regards to the language and jokes. The 00s were like that. But I feel like it's been far more than made up for by the end of the show.
I hope that the success of the movie and the outcry from fans leads to a Venture Bros revival one day. Even if it's just a comic book series. I love this universe and I'm so, so sad to see it go. The impact of the Venture Bros on me is immeasurable. I think I'm going to carry these characters with me forever. The dramatic fatherly nature of Dr. Orpheus, the genderfuckery and ADHD of Hank, the peak girlbossery of Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, the absurd unfiltered hatred and silliness of the Monarch, the queerness of Pete and Billy's friendship, Hunter's everything, Watch and Ward's bickering... all of them, all of them, all of them...
Go Team Venture
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‘this is my husband/boyfriend/partner etc.’ + NurseyDex
that's mine
nurseydex, alternating pov
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Nursey goes flying. Headfirst into the goal, arms flailing, Will thinks he hears a yelp sort of flying. He only resists the urge to roll his eyes because Bitty’s looking right at him and he doesn’t want a lecture.
Still—when one of the assholes on the other team barks out a laugh and says, “Who was that, Bambi?”, Will can’t help but sigh.
“That’s my teammate, asshole,” he says, and cuts over to check him against the boards.
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Derek misses the days that the frogs were wide-eyed and respectful in the Haus. These kids—he’s going to need some sense knocked into them soon. They’re loud, rowdy, and far too interested in integrating into the group by joining in on the teasing, which is a right they have not yet earned.
Like now, when they’re giggling to themselves and looking at him.
“So—” one of them starts, smirking, and never finishes.
“So,” Derek repeats, jerking his thumb at Dex, “that’s my roommate.”
The laughter grates on his nerves, but not as much as pretending he doesn’t care about sharing a room with Dex.
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Nursey is … singing? Will thinks that’s what he’s trying to do at least, and he’s heard him sing almost every day in the shower so the warbling coming out of his mouth is surprising. He’s not saying Nursey is good by any means, but he can sound decent with the right song and this … this is not the right song.
He doubts the fact that all the words being slurred thanks to being absolutely trashed is helping.
Will stays at the bar until the song is done, resolutely facing away from the somewhat dimly-lit karaoke stage so he doesn’t get dragged into participating. Luckily—or not, considering Ransom and Holster seem to have disappeared so the drunken idiot is now his responsibility—Nursey doesn’t say anything when he comes crashing up to the bar except, “Tequila shots?”
Will can barely understand him, but the look on his face—the one that appears whenever Nursey thinks he’s had a particularly good idea—speaks volumes. “Water,” he says firmly, sliding a waiting pint glass over.
He really doesn’t understand whatever Nursey mumbles then, but he has more pressing problems, because his lap—previously empty of everything except his coat—is now occupied. “Jesus,” he mutters, trying to wiggle away. “Dude—Nursey—”
“S’comfy,” Nursey says, and Will tries once more to get him to move to his own seat with no avail.
The bartender, when she returns, gives Will a raised eyebrow. “He bothering you? I can get him out.”
Will sighs. “He’s a friend,” he says, and adds, “so he pretty much bothers me all the time.”
“Ya love me, pretty boy,” Nursey says. He starts to laugh—at what, Will has no clue—but it makes him wiggle in a way that Will isn’t sure he’s entirely comfortable with, and Nursey goes sliding to his own seat after another shove.
“Shut up and drink your water,” Will says, and motions to close their tab.
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“That’s Jack,” Derek says, nudging his grandmother and pointing at the television, where Jack is leaning on the boards and chatting with the coach. “He’s on the Falconers.”
“I’m rooting for them,” she says, and tuts when Derek makes an aborted noise. “Hush, you don’t get to choose who I like. Is he a defender?”
Derek’s been playing hockey most of his life and every time he watches a game with his grandma it’s like she’s never heard of the sport before. “No, he’s not a defenseman,” he says. God help him, he’s never going to get through this game alive.
The shot switches to a close-up and she hums. “Handsome.”
Derek shrugs. Jack’s fine, he supposes. A bit too bland for him, nothing that really stands out, not like—”And that’s Dex—Will—over there, in the white. Will—he’s my—” he swallows a bit too hard.
“If you think I haven’t figured out you like men and women, Derek, we’re going to need to have a conversation regarding your assumptions about my intelligence.”
He wonders if God would actually strike him down if he prayed hard enough. “He’s my boyfriend, Gram,” he says, staring resolutely at the television.
She hums again. “That Jack is more handsome though, don’t you think?”
It’s going to be a long game.
—
Will’s trying to hide. Table at the back, hat still on and pulled down low, black hoodie and black jeans. Anything to make himself blend into the background, because he doesn’t want to be caught dead here.
He also doesn’t want to be involved in any conversations, not that the girls at the table next to him have picked up on that. He’d made two fatal errors: being cordial when one of them had said hello, and admitting he’s never been to an open-mic poetry night.
They haven’t stopped talking to him since.
“Okay, this guy—I’m not sure he’s your type, you know? Not that you aren’t like, super intelligent—I mean you’re here, right, so obviously—but he has a lot of heavy themes in his work if you really dig in and you really need to hear them a few times to peel back the layers. I’m hoping he reads the tree above the grave again, it’s—”
She cuts off, finally, when a cough sounds from the front and Derek begins to speak. There’s utter silence while he recites words that Will’s heard a hundred times over in various iterations, tweaked and stressed and polished until he could probably say them in his sleep, then an excited outburst of conversation among applaus when it’s over.
“Amazing, right?” she says, and keeps talking while Will nods. “Have you heard of him before?”
Will looks at her. “He’s the one I came for,” he answers honestly, grinning for the first time all night when he sees Derek making his way over. “He’s my husband.”
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Feels Something Like Summertime
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One-Shot
Words: 22,198
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
Steve watches the kids in the lake. Mike splashes Lucas and turns tail to try and wade away before getting tackled into the water. Max and El laugh, arms linked, and giggle something that Steve can’t quite make out. Dustin is standing shin deep and closer to the shore. He has one hand on his hip while the other is flung out toward the wrestling boys.
“He really takes after you, huh?”
Eddie’s voice startles Steve and he rips his eyes away to crane his neck around. Eddie is looking out toward the lake, eyes locked on Dustin.
“Yeah, like mother like son, blah blah blah,” Steve chuckles.
Eddie bites his lip in a smile and holds up his lotion-coated hands. “Yeah, pretty much. Ready to let me get my hands on you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to a little begging, but sure,” Steve shrugs, tossing Eddie a look with the tilt of his head and raised eyebrows. Eddie takes a step forward and leans in, lips close to Steve’s ear.
“I don’t beg,” he whispers.
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Steve takes his 11 closest friends on a trip to the lake, and unexpectedly falls in love.
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