#i was rambling about this in that other music ask from a few weeks ago but MORTE ET DABO?????????

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Date Gone Right | Nico Hischier & Jack Hughes

summary: when you call Jack to come pick you up the last thing you expected to see was your hinge match in the car.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m receiving), swearing, degrading (think you see whore and slut a few times).

word count: 2.90k

authors note: I loved this one and it kind of felt like a moment where I acc got more plot than I usually do to the porn. Brynn and Kei I hope this lived up to your expectations!

You felt like an idiot as you sat on the side of the road.

The bar had music that faintly calmed your nerves as you scrolled through your phone desperate to find a contact that you could call.

Your friends simply weren’t an option as they told you that you were an idiot going to see your ex. He had asked you to meet him at a bar to talk and like an idiot you went to see that he wasn’t there.

A gasp left your lips as your eyes landed on Jack’s contact “perfect.” The relationship you built with Jack this year was weird, beforehand he was only ever Trevor’s best friend but recently you found yourself leaning on the boy more as you were a mere fifteen minutes away from him.

What you didn’t know was that Jack was hosting poker night with some of his teammates “you gonna get that?” John furrowed his eyebrows as his attention was pulled to the sound of Jack’s phone ringing.

The Hughes boy flipped his phone over before he quickly answered it “hey y/n?” His voice was alarmed as he heard your tears “yeah I’ll be there in ten minutes just send me your location.” The hockey players that sat around the table all grew confused.

Before anyone could ask Jack realised the biggest problem “my car is in the shop!” He groaned quickly trying to call you back “I can drive you?” Nico offered still not knowing exactly where he was going.

And that was how the black Land Rover landed up in front of you as you sat on the sidewalk “Jackie?” Your voice was soft as the boy pulled his hoodie from his arms to give to you “c’mon.” Jack sighed helping you up as he ushered you to the car.

Nico smiled seeing you in the rear view as the car door opened “Neeks!” You gasped sending the boy a toothy grin.

It was safe to say that Jack was taken aback by your positive attitude towards his captain “I don’t remember you two being this friendly the last time I saw you.” Jack blurted out buckling up his seatbelt as you did the same.

You ran your tongue over your teeth “cappy over here has hinge.” You smirked as you had matched with him on the app a little over two weeks ago.

The two of you were doing well so far but tonight you two were meant to go out before the boy canceled last minute “see you found something else to do.” Nico’s voice was delicate but you didn’t miss how his hands squeezed the wheel.

Jack sat in his seat feeling like he was intruding as he stared at the road ahead “you coming back to mine princess?” The Hughes boy watched as your eyes never left his teammates “Nico coming with?” The look in your eyes was dangerous.

But like a moth to a flame Nico couldn’t help to soak in everything you said like it was nothing “go wherever you want me to.” The captain tapped his fingers on the dash as he was evidently calmer than before.

The remainder of the drive was quiet as Jack swore he was going to throw up watching you and Nico send each other those lingering glances.

And he thought would have gotten better as you two got upstairs but as you swirled your glass of whiskey Nico smiled as he listened to whatever Jack rambled on about an upcoming game.

His phone cut him off as it began to ring “I’ll be a sec.” Jack mumbled watching as you two nodded letting him leave into another room.

Nico didn’t take long to turn to you “you had a good time tonight?” It was clear that his jealousy was now raging again as he stared at your pretty little outfit.

You smirked “would have preferred being with you.” Your confession was clear as you used your hand to rub up his leg.

The gesture was soft but he knew all about your true intentions “at least you would have shown.” You smirked as his hand tensed around your wrist.

He sucked at his teeth “baby you gotta stop.” Nico warned “I don’t think I can behave in the way Jack is going to want me to.” His voice shook as his patience began to waver.

When you shut the gap between you both his breathing grew heavy “what are you gonna do when I tell you I don’t want you to behave.” Maybe it was the way he looked at you but as you pressed a kiss against the shell of his ear you felt like the most confident woman around “god you’re going to be the death of me.” Nico confessed turning his head to face yours “fuck you’re gorgeous.” He blurted out letting his lips go over yours as he kissed you.

It was hungry as the hockey player pulled you onto his lap “pretty little girl.” He blurted out taking the moment to breathe before his lips were back fighting with yours “didn’t think I was going to talk in on something.” Jack leaned against the frame of the door as he watched you pull your swollen lips away from his teammate.

The devilish grin was back on your face “if princess is okay with sharing.” Nico didn’t need to wait for your response as your eyes sparkled at the thought “you want the bedroom or would you rather have me fuck you on the couch?” His words sent shivers down your spine as his lips nipped at your neck.

Your brain melted as both options caused images to flash through your mind “bed, bed.” You blurted out nodding as Nico helped you off of his lap “let’s not keep you waiting then.” Jack smiled as you walked over to him.

The events that occurred between when you guys were in the living room and the time you landed up in his bedroom were ones that were a blur with your only memory being that it was causing your wetness to pool in your panties as both boys pressed this lips against you.

Now Jack always knew that you were hot, he had seen you in your bikini on more than one occasion and had even walked in on you showering once. Of course neither one of you spoke about it but you didn’t forget how his cock grew hard at the sight of you “how do you want us baby?” Nico asked as he helped pull your dress over your head leaving you in your blue matching underwear set.

You went to cover yourself when the captain stopped you “answer me.” He mumbled pressing a kiss against your lips.

The thought of how you wanted this to go made your brain melt “want you in my mouth first.” You blurted out making the Swiss man smirk.

He sent Jack a look that made him nod as both sets of boys shed their clothing making sure to only take yours off in a painfully slow pace “patience princess.” Jack cooed as you stood out of your panties “want to take our time with you.” He murmured making your body shiver.

Nico took the moment as Jack began thrusting his hand up his cock making sure that it was hard before he went to fuck you “such a pretty little baby.” Nico mumbled swiping his tongue over your lip as his hands when to the back of your bra.

You almost forgot that Jack was even there until the boy ran the tip of his cock over your clit letting it slide down your slit before his dick slid into your core “god!” You groaned grabbing at the older boys hands.

The Swiss man smiled as your face scrunched up “you enjoying that baby?” He asked watching you nod as he slowly lowered your face down to his own cock.

It made your mouth water seeing the swollen pink tip “be a good girl for me,” Nico’s words made you clench around Jack “fuck you like being called that?” Jack asked teaching down to grab your hips letting his hips steadily meet yours.

Your tongue swirled around Nico’s cock making the boy grunt “holy shit!” Nico let out a grunt when you looked up through your eyelashes as you took as much of his cock as you could making your eyes water.

Both boys shared a moment where they smirked as the sound of your cunt squelching erupted off of the walls of the room “think she knew what she was doing when she called you tonight?” Nico asked as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts when you gagged around his cock “of course.” Jack nodded bringing his hand down to your clit “such a little slut for us tonight.” He added letting his fingers apply harsh amounts of pressure to your sensitive nub.

The whine that fell from your lips was quickly swallowed by Nico’s cock as the sensations made him shiver “fuck her harder.” Nico ordered making your legs begin to shake “I’m not gonna last bro.” Jack warned as your pussy wrapped around his bare cock like you were made for him “this pussy is dangerous.” His head fell back as he warned the older boy.

Both boys could bare focus as the pleasure you made them feel had their brains melting. That was only fair given how they made you feel as Nico left your mouth full and Jack left your cunt warm “fuck.” Your words fell from your lips as Nico’s cock gave them a moment to come out.

Jack’s finger dug into your sides as he hoped that your orgasm would come first “you gonna be a good girl and take it all in your mouth?” Nico asked as he could barely keep his thrusts going.

All you could do was nod as his eyes screwed shut letting his load shoot into your mouth coating your tongue with his come “let me see that baby.” The hockey player held your head by your hair as he slid his cock out of your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out letting him see the white substance that sat there “such a good little girl.” Nico cooed pressing his lips together and before you can process what he is doing a string of saliva fall from his lips dropping until it lands on your tongue “swallow all that baby.” The hockey player ordered wrapping his hand around your throat as he felt his come and spit slide down your throat.

Jack couldn’t help but grow jealous at the intimate interaction that you had with his teammate causing him to raise his hand against your ass “Jack!” You moaned eyes screwed shut as Nico kissed your lips.

The younger boy began to see a white hue cast over his eyes as your cunt suffocated his cock “want to see how these pretty things taste.” The Swiss man smiled as he leaned out taking your nipple in his mouth as his fingers grazed over the other sensitive peak.

Jack’s hands held your waist up as you moaned letting your head fall back “fuck Neeks.” You cried as his free hand went back to teasing your clit “you close baby?” Jack asked forcing his cock deeper into your pussy.

You nodded as you turned your head to look at him “gonna come-” your announcement was cut off as his hand locked onto your jaw bringing your lips against his as he kissed you.

Both boys swore that it was the hottest sight as your body shook with whines trapped between your lips.

Jack couldn’t take it anymore as his chest went flush against your back with his movements of his cock beginning to sputter until he came “such a pretty girl.” He cooed watching in awe as his cock slid out of your cunt letting his come mix with yours as it oozed out.

Nico didn’t take long to send you a serious look “think you can handle one more?” His voice was delicate as his hand brushed through your slightly knotted hair “Neeks.” You nodded sending him a smile through heavy eyelids.

The boy was quick to bring you onto the bed with him “don’t think she’s gonna take it standing.” Nico pointed out as you straddled his hips “she’s gonna ride me like the pretty whore that she is.” He explained bringing his cock up to tease your clit before you let your hips drop against his.

Jack felt a sense of deja vu as he watched your face contort to the pleasure that his captain made you feel “open up baby.” Karl ordered tapping his already hard cock against your lip, you were planning on listening to him truly you were. But Jack seemed to believe that you hadn’t moved quick enough, so as your mouth formed an o as a rough moan left your lips the hockey player took that as the chance to force his dick into your mouth.

The sight was dirty, both boys seemed to have a common objective as they had a silent competition, who could make you come faster? Who could make you cry harder as their cock hit the back of your throat? Who was going to make you feel like you couldn’t walk tomorrow? All of those were questions that they wanted to know and by the end of the night they were going to have to have all three answers.

Sounds of Nico’s coarse grunts as his eyes didn’t leave your ass watching how your cunt swallowed his cock repeatedly driving your hips up and down as your hands grabbed at his legs “such a pretty girl” he cooed smirking at Jack who gripped at your hair forcing his cock further down your throat.

Jack didn’t mean to be jealous but you were meant to be his first not Nico’s. Yet as you looked up at Jack letting your eyes lock onto his through your eyelashes it seemed to wash away his worries “what would Z say if he saw you now?” The Hughes boy groaned as he felt your throat constrict around his cock.

Your cunt clenched around Nico “maybe she likes thinking about him seeing her as a dirty little slut?” Nico grunted squeezing your ass.

You couldn’t focus on your brother as the captain brought his other hand to your clit “you getting close princess?” Jack smirked seeing your legs begin to shake as Nico had to take control of the thrusts.

Your head bobbed as you nodded “fuck you’re such a perfect little girl.” The Swiss man cooed as his cock began to throb.

The boys noticed how your state turned fucked out as your brain turned cloudy “don’t stop,” Jack forced your throat to take all of him as he finally came.

He almost hunched over as your tongue swirled around his cock sucking him dry “fucking hell baby.” Jack whined letting your hair out of his hands as the sweaty hair stuck to the back of your neck.

His cock pulled out of your mouth letting you swallow his load “now be a good girl for Nico.” He ordered bringing his lips down to yours so that he could kiss you.

As Jack’s tongue slid over your lip Nico had to remain focused on making sure that you came before him “right there Neeks,” you groaned leaning back as your head fell back.

The younger boy took that as the opportunity to bring his lips to your breast “fuck Jack!” You cried as his tongue swirled around your sensitive peak “you like it when we fuck you like that?” Nico asked feeling your cunt squeeze his cock.

It was the way that it hadn’t let up on his dick for the last few minutes that made Nico think that you were close “please let me come.” You begged not fully understanding the thoughts in your brain.

Jack laughed as he looked up at you “gotta try harder than that.” He clicked his tongue locking his hand around your jaw “I’ll be your good girl Neeks.” You offered grinding against the older boy.

The Hughes boy couldn’t even get upset watching your eyes screw shut “let the neighbours hear you.” Jack one ought his lips back to your nipple.

That was what sent you over the edge “shit shit shit!” You cried feeling your body writhe above Nico and against Jack.

The captains orgasm came shortly after yours “there we go baby.” Nico cooed slowly helping your hips move through your high.

You swore you were going to collapse when Jack helped you up placing your body onto the soft sheet “such a pretty little girl.” The Hughes boy rubbed his hand on your leg.

As you lay there Jack watched your come ooze out of your cunt “not so fast princess.” He shook his head using two fingers to force it back into your pussy “fuck Jack!” You groaned as Nico brushed your hair to the side “you okay baby?”

The question lingered on your mind until your phone rang so naturally you leaned over to see who was calling you “you okay baby?” Nico repeated his words as your eyes went wide.

Why the fuck was Trevor calling you?

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SixEyed | Gojo Satoru

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 1]✧˚₊‧     

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Tears pooled from your eyes. Your shirt was quick to become stained with the salty, pitiful drops. You felt everything, and all at once. Anger, sadness, relief, heartbroken, happiness, and disgust. You were sitting in your car after leaving your now ex boyfriend's house. All that was heard was the faint roaring of your engine.

You decided not to turn your music up. The silence was loud enough to turn everything into a blur.

As you eventually made it home, you suddenly felt exhausted. As you laid down on your couch you couldn't help but sigh.

Why did he go and cheat on you. With several girls. You thought things were better... Since the incident a few months ago.

On vacation you noticed how hard he stared at the girls around you. It made you angry. You gave that bum everything he needed and more.

Whatever he was a loser anyway.

You decided to pick up your phone. Scrolling through your contacts to call a friend. Looking for comfort. A few hours went by and you ended the call.

A sigh of relief left your lips. Feeling much better knowing you could do so much better than him.

You blocked his contact on everything. Took all of your pictures down with him on your socials. Wiped him from your phone completely. Not ever wanting to speak to that lowlife man ever again.

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A few months have passed since that day. The day you finally felt free. You were much happier without him.

There were a few times he made new social media accounts trying to win you back, but you blocked them as quick as he messaged you.

You were a new woman.

Occasionally you would miss the sex, but that's nothing your hand couldn't fix.

A week or two ago your friend mentioned how she found a cam website. You never paid any attention to her rambling.

But tonight, it's all you could think about. Wondering if maybe you could find someone attractive on here. To keep yourself busy on nights like these. Nights where you were unbelievably horny with no man to please you.

You sat on your bed and stared at your laptop. Unsure if you really should do this.

"It's not gonna hurt to look..." you let out a soft sigh to yourself.

Before you typed in the website, you grabbed the remote to your fan before turning off the lights. Trying to set the mood.

You shook your hands. Trying to shake your nerves. Why are you nervous? It's not like the guys see your face.

Maybe it's the fact that their streams seem intimate? Your friend explained in great detail how some streamers act and how they talk to their viewers. Saying their usernames out loud as they read their requests.

Your friend even showed you a few minutes of a stream. The man was incredibly hot. He had white hair, and covered his eyes with a blindfold. You couldn't tell if the whole hiding his eyes was to not give away his identity... Or if it was a kink sorta thing.

Either way it was hot. His username was 'SixEyed'. The name was odd. You friend told you how she had been watching him for months. He never showed his eyes or said his name.

I guess it's understandable. Seeing as if you were showing off your body to thousands of girls. You wouldn't want to be noticed in public, right?

When you were showed his stream, he was constantly reading out usernames and their comments or requests.

Some people asking him to say praises or degrading things.

Others begging him to strip into his underwear.

Either way it was honestly enticing...

You quickly signed up for the website. Choosing a username that was no way related to your life at all. You couldn't have anyone find out you were this down bad.

After clicking on the 'Most Popular' streamer link, you were met with 'SixEyed'. You clicked on his profile and sighed softly.

He was going to start his stream in ten minutes. On the dot at 8:30 pm. The only thing on his page was a few links that led to his socials, a few videos that had almost a hundred thousand views each, and thirst trap pictures.

You entered the queue for his stream and waited patiently. As the minutes passed he finally came on the screen. He was gorgeous. His voice was attractive too. He stated today was the anniversary of his account and he was doing a very special stream tonight.

This piqued your interest. What did he mean by that?

He waited about fifteen minutes and then scooted his gaming chair backwards. Revealing his entire black outfit. Black sweatpants sticking to his muscular thighs, and a somewhat loose black t-shirt. It was tight around his biceps, and he knew exactly what he was doing every time he subtly flexed his arms.

You felt yourself immediately obsessed with the man.

Everything about him was attractive. You were lost in thought for a moment, just ogling him through the screen before his words broke your trance.

"What should I remove first guys?" He said with a smirk. His tone a rather teasing and playful one.

He opened up a poll that showed up on your screen. You thought carefully for a moment.

"1. Shirt  2. Sweats  3. Blindfold"

Your eyes grew wide. Wait was he going to show his eyes on stream?!

A few minutes passed and the blindfold option was chosen. You could see him smirk and chuckle lowly. Butterflies filled your stomach, this man was hot as hell.

"Blindfold is last. I want to keep you guys on your toes." The man purred out.

Two hours. Two hours of watching this man strip on camera. He was now in his boxers and that stupid blindfold. It was around 11 pm now. A bunch of people had left his stream. Making it somewhat more intimate between him and the one thousand people still watching.

His boxers were low on his hips as he adjusted himself. His v-line just barely making an appearance. He would ask his fans to touch themselves as he did. To mimic his rhythm.

Of course you followed along. How could you possibly not touch yourself to this gorgeous man. Whose words slipped off his tongue with ease.

At first it looked like he'd only ghost his hands over the bulge in his underwear, like he was teasing himself.

You don't know why but your heartbeat became fast and loud in your ears. You were stuck in a trance. With your fingers grazing yourself through your underwear. You realized your heart was pounding because of his voice.

He was actually palming his dick now, and he had let out the most soul shattering groan. Your legs became weak on the bed.

How the fuck could a man sound so... sexy?

The man would let out a small hiss or groan or even growl occasionally. Your fingers slipped under the cloth that covered your soaking sex.

Moving your fingers across your folds, mimicking his movements. After a few minutes he stopped. He covered his mouth with his palm and it sounded like he was panting?

He looked as red as a tomato right now. He sat upright and brought his face close to the camera. "F-Fuck sorry. I've been so pent up...I don't want to cum yet." His voice strained out.

Your heart fluttered at his words. It was like he was speaking to you directly. You bit your lip in anticipation.

He read the comments on his stream for a few minutes letting his orgasm escape his mind.

Then he quickly leaned back against his chair. Manspreading himself. You could barely see the faint splotch of pre cum on his boxers.

The boxers he was wearing were slowly pulled down. Just barely exposing the tip of his cock. You rocked your hips against your fingers at the sight. The way he was teasing you drove you insane.

Wait. A man on a website was teasing you? You shake your head at the thought. Your friends watch him too. This isn't all that odd right?

You focused back on the man to see him slowly tugging his boxers down. "O-Oh fuck he's big..." You mumble out.

It was almost deafening when he spoke. "I know it's big right? Think you could take me?" He purred.

Your heart sank into your ass. It was just a coincidence. He most likely said that when he revealed his dick. Even though, it made his stream more intimate.

Your fingers made their way to your keyboard. You were typing out something before you knew it.

"Can you spit on it but keep your eyes on the camera?" Send.

His body shifted in his chair. He read your username and your comment. Oh my gosh. You felt like a child getting so excited over this but damn. This man could run you over and you'd thank him.

He gave the camera a smirk. "Of course I can sweetheart." He growled out lowly. Giving a wink to his computer.

Your thighs clenched together roughly. Oh fuck. This man had a chokehold on you. Quickly your middle and index finger were right back on your clit.

The man leaned over himself and let his spit trail from his lips onto his dick. Making sure to stare into the camera. A lustful look in his eyes.

You couldn't help but moan. He carried out your request so... so desperately.

As he placed his palm over the tip of his length, he groaned lowly. You swear you could see his cock twitch as his fingers traced the head of his dick.

"Fuckkk." He hissed. Throwing his head back into the chair. His hips instinctively pushing forward into his palm.

His muscular hand agonizingly slowly stroked his dick. Trying his best to stare into the camera as if he was making eye contact.

After a few long minutes he came across his chest. A soft whimper escaping his lips. That sound. That desperate sound made you reach an orgasm so quickly. One your ex never could have done.

"F-Fuck...Okay I'll give you guys a peek before I get off." He strained. He leaned into the camera again. His fingers slowly moved across his torso. You bit your lip. Eager to see more of his face.

The moment he lifted his blindfold up from one eye, your heart sank. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" You screamed.

The man you had just fingered yourself to, was satoru. You quickly shut your laptop and your jaw was wide open.

He had used a voice changer to alter his true voice. His white hair was out of the frame. And once he revealed his azure colored eyes, you felt so... icky?

You've seen this man so many times. He was in your college classes. You were somewhat friends! What the hell was that! You pick your phone up and call your friend.

"I just Gojo fucking Satoru jerk off on camera! You knew it was him didn't you?!" You cried.

Your friend couldn't contain her laughter. Of course she knew. That's why she wanted me to watch. Oh my gosh.

"Maybe you'll finally talk to him when we hang out. He talks about this other guy sometimes. They're planning a stream together soon!!" Your friend exclaimed happily. She had supported Gojo ever since he began to stream.

"Who? I cannot watch this man anymore oh my gosh! Why didn't you tell me!" You whine out. Embarrassment flooding your body like a sickness.

"He goes by Glock19 and fuck is he hot. I'm sorry! I didn't think he'd actually do the face reveal!" She giggled loudly. Clearly she had known Gojo was a cam boy. Their relationship wasn't at all sexual but she would flirt with anyone if she was drunk enough.

You sighed and palmed your face. "I can't with you. Goodnight." Your tone was somewhat playful. Knowing you couldn't get mad at her for this.

You ended the call and searched Gojo's name on Instagram. Quickly finding his normal safe for work account. You hesitated for a moment before pushing your finger to the follow button.

There was no way in hell that was really him. Your mind wandered off. Creating a stupid scenario where you asked him about it in class, and later he'd take you back to his apartment and give you an in person "stream". Satoru was mouth watering to gawk at. No! He is wayyyy out of your league. Right?

"Damn I kinda want to fuck him." You mumbled.

Ding.

You looked at your phone.

Gojo Satoru started following you.

Gojo Satoru sent you a message.

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Deprived | Five

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of drugs (weed) word count: 3.3k a/n: the italics are a flashback to allie and layla in their gym class btw! love you guys <3

pov: layla

I decided to stay home from school for the rest of the week, I just didn't have the energy to endure the looks people would give me. The whispering during my last two subjects after Matt and I came back at lunch was already too much and it was worse in gym when Allie stuck to her word and paired up with me.

She seemed nice, much nicer than Mia was to me. She talked my ear off the whole lesson but I didn't mind because then I didn't have to talk.

"Don't worry about Mia, by the way. She can be really bitchy at times but she just doesn't like change. I promise she is usually a lot nicer," Allie rambled as we walked around the gym as a warm-up, "It was kinda funny though. No one ever really stands up to her when she gets bitchy because everyone's scared that her dad will arrest them."

Oh, I've met her dad.

"Matt also stood up for you after you left. I trust Matt's opinion on people, he's kinda my scapegoat when it comes to talking to people. I told him to start talking to you like three weeks ago so I could ask you to hang out. I just get nervous talking to people I don't know sometimes."

You don't seem nervous now, motor mouth.

"Sorry if I'm rambling a lot. I'm just really glad you decided to pair up with me because I've been paired with Mia for like the past 2 years. It's nice to have a new friend. It's not like I don't like my friends but Mia is my only girl friend and the guys are such guys sometimes it drives me mad. You get your nails done?"

I shook my head no before she continued, "We should go get our nails done sometime. My shout of course, I'm not gonna force you to get your nails done as well as make you pay."

She was a ray of sunshine and I was sure people were confused as someone as sweet as her was talking to someone like me who looked like they had a constant rain cloud over their head. I found myself amused by her rambling and I decided that it wouldn't be the worst thing to talk to her every now and then.

I spent the rest of my week smoking weed when my father wasn't home and drawing on the last few pages of my sketchbook. The time passed quickly considering I slept for most of the days. Suddenly it was Friday afternoon and I heard a knock at my front door.

I paused my music, frowning when I looked at the clock to see it was 3:30. It was far too early for my dad to be home so I grabbed the metal bat that was lying on the bottom of my underwear drawer, sneaking towards the door silently. Another round of light knocks were placed on the door and I crept up to it before looking through the peephole.

My tense shoulders slumped as I looked at two people with the same face and their familiar brown hair. I unlocked the deadbolt on the door as well as the regular lock before I swung the door open.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning my left hand on the handle of the bat now that the other end was placed on the floor.

"Hi to you too," Chris mumbled as he looked side to side, clearly tense to be in South End as Matt smiled at me.

"I figured you would forget about the game. Decided to come earlier in case you were ready which..." he looked down at my outfit which was my small sleep shorts and an old ratty t-shirt, "I don't think you are?"

"You didn't say it was this Friday!" I frowned and Chris looked down at the bat I was leaning on before shaking his head.

"Good thing I came early then," Matt smirked at me and I chewed at my lip. I tapped the bat on the ground as I thought making Chris look at me again.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna use it on you," I deadpanned to Chris and he just shrugged, looking back out at the street. I felt a nervousness in my chest because they were at my house but I knew if they stayed on the porch or in their car, someone would try something. So I reluctantly said, "Come in."

"We can wait in the ca-"

I cut off Matt quickly, "Get inside now." They looked at each other in surprise before shuffling past me and I closed the door behind them before saying, "Do you have anything valuable in your car? Phone, wallet, laptop?"

They both shook their heads and I locked both of the locks on the door before I spun around to face them again.

"Why?" Chris asked and I tilted my head, giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'll just say you're lucky you drive a fucking soccer mom car or it would be broken into within 15 minutes," I answered blandly and they seemed somewhat shocked but didn't talk, "Come on."

I walked down the hall towards my room, slipping inside and they followed shortly behind me.

"We could've waited on the couch," Matt said as I closed the door of my bedroom and raised my eyebrows.

"If my dad came home and you were sitting on the couch, say goodbye to hockey for the rest of your life," I replied dryly and he pursed his lips, "If he comes home, you will just have to go out my window and jump the fence around the side of the house."

"You don't know when he's coming home?" Chris asked as he leaned against the wall beside my mattress and I shook my head. I was suddenly very conscious that I had the two most loved boys in our school standing in my dirty bedroom. I looked around my room, realising that I looked like I lived in a trap house with my mattress on the floor, empty beer bottles in the corner of my room with cigarettes stuck in them and clothes all over the floor.

"Sorry about the mess. No one ever comes over," I mumbled as I moved a couple clothes off of my mattress, "Sit wherever. Just don't look over here because I'm gonna get changed."

I travelled to the corner of my room where my chest of drawers sat and I saw them both turn to face away from me quickly. After placing the bat beside the drawers, I pulled out black baggy jeans, took off my shorts quickly and slid them on. I then took off my old T-shirt and slid on a baby blue hoodie. I didn't bother putting on a shirt since it would be cold at the game and I wouldn't have to take my hoodie off at any point.

"I'm dressed," I let them know as I grabbed my boots off of the floor, sitting down next to my dresser so I could slide them on easily. I looked up to see both of them sitting on my mattress, looking around my room. Their expressions were unreadable as they looked around my room.

"I like your posters," Chris spoke up and I looked to the wall above my mattress where my Bob Marley, Frank Ocean and Kurt Cobain posters were hung.

"Thanks," I answered, a half-hearted smile being sent his way which he reciprocated, "When do we have to leave by?"

"Four," Matt answered and I nodded, checking the time to see it was 3:40. I hopped off of the floor, walked over to my desk and sat down on the old desk chair.

I scribbled some eyeliner on my eyes before smudging it with my finger and then putting mascara on. I grabbed my lip balm, placing it on my lips before I ran a hand through my curly hair. I grabbed the white beanie that was thrown onto the floor, sliding it onto my head. I jumped up from the seat, grabbed my leather jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair and slid it on.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked, having no clue what else to bring to a hockey game.

"Just your team spirit," Chris cheered sarcastically and I tilted my head with an amused look on my face.

"I'm not a cheerleader for a reason," I answered and he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't cheer when we win," he retorted and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm good as long as I'm not expected to start screaming 'Go Bats go!' like an idiot," I did a small jump when I said the slogan that I heard all the cheerleaders say proudly and Matt laughed in response as Chris shook his head with a smile.

"You wanna get food on the way?" Matt asked and I shook my head in response.

"I'm good, I just ate," I explained and he nodded, quickly checking his phone.

"We should probably go," he said, turning his phone to me to see that it was 3:55. I couldn't believe another 15 minutes had passed so quickly but I nodded. Making sure I had my phone, cigarettes, lighter and keys in my pocket, I swung the bedroom door open as Matt and Chris followed behind me. I unlocked the front door swinging it open and motioning for Chris and Matt to go outside.

They walked past me and walked to their car as I turned around to lock the door with my keys. After triple-checking the door, I wandered down the driveway to the minivan. I noticed that Matt was always the one to drive and Chris was seated in the passenger seat, phone already plugged into the aux.

I slid the back door open, jumping inside before I closed the door behind me. As I buckled myself in, Matt started the car and Chris played a song by Lil Skies.

"We good?" Matt asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror and I nodded before he spun around to look at me, "I didn't even have to remind you about your seatbelt, so proud."

"Start driving before I change my mind and go back to the comfort of my bed," I smiled slightly and he beamed back at me before he spun around and we took off down the street.

Within 5 minutes, we were in the parking lot and Chris was wriggling his body along to the beat of the next Lil Skies song. I could take a wild guess as to who his favourite artist is.

Matt turned the music down, earning a glare from Chris but he turned around to look at me ignoring his brother for a moment, "You waiting in the car or coming in?"

"I'm gonna have a smoke first then I'll come in," I explained and he nodded before turning off the car.

"You head in. I'll be there in a sec," Matt told Chris who was clicking away on his phone. With a nod, he jumped out of the car and walked around to the back of the car.

"You want me to take your shit inside?" Chris called from the trunk as I turned around to see Chris lugging his huge duffle bag full of hockey shit.

"Nah I got it," Matt called back to him and Chris raised his eyebrows as he leaned into the trunk again.

"Don't start fuckin in the car or I swear to god," he deadpanned before slamming the trunk closed and I saw him start walking towards the building.

"Sorry about him," Matt mumbled apologetically and I shrugged as I turned to face him.

"It's fine. Wouldn't expect anything less," I told him with an amused smirk making him shake his head, a smile creeping onto his lips, "Are you gonna go inside?"

"I'll wait for you to finish and then I'll show you where to sit inside," he explained and I nodded before hopping out of the car. I closed the door behind me before leaning against the car, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips before lighting it. I heard Matt's door open and close before he rounded the car to get to the trunk.

As I began smoking my cigarette, a car pulled into the space next to Matt's and a few moments passed before Nate and Allie appeared out of the car.

"Hey! Matt told me you were coming," Allie beamed at me and I observed her outfit, feeling strange to see her out of her usual cheer or gym attire. Instead, she had blue jeans, a black puffer jacket with a blue beanie on and black and white vans.

"He failed to mention the game was this Friday," I told her and she rolled her eyes as Nate waved at me. I sent him a wave back with the hand that held my cigarette before I took another puff.

"Is Nick coming?" Nate asked and Matt appeared beside me, duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Nah. He said something about doing homework tonight. Chris is already inside," Matt explained with a shrug as Nate rounded the back of his car and popped the trunk open, grabbing a duffle bag of his own hockey gear.

"You coming in?" Allie asked me and I held the cigarette up.

"When I finish this," I told her, a smile tugging at my lips at her beaming personality.

"See you guys in there!" Nate called as he started walking towards the building with Allie following behind him.

"Is Miss Cheer herself coming?" I asked Matt once Allie and Nate were out of earshot and he shrugged, moving to stand in front of me as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"No clue. She usually shows up late if she comes though," he told me honestly and I nodded, noticing my cigarette almost being done. I quickly finished it before dropping it onto the ground and squishing it underneath my foot. I went to push away from the car but Matt stopped me by saying, "Hold up."

"What?" I asked, confusion written on my face. He held his hand up before he dropped his duffle bag to the ground and squatted down to rummage through one of the smaller pockets.

He pulled out a small pot of black face paint and a brush before standing back up, "Move your hair."

"What are you doing?" I squinted at him as he opened the pot of black face paint and he smiled at me.

"Just trust me," he shrugged and I squinted my eyes at him for a moment before I tucked my hair behind my ears. I tilted my head back as I peered up at him and he dipped the brush into the pot before he started painting my right cheek.

"If you're drawing a dick on my face I'll kill you with my bare hands, Matthew," I mumbled, trying not to move my mouth much as his tongue poked out between his lips in concentration.

"If I was gonna do that..." he trailed off before leaning back with a smile, "I'd use a sharpie."

"What did you do?" I asked and he just shrugged as he closed the pot again, sliding it back into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder again. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, opening the front camera to see he had painted the number 81 on my cheek, "What does this mean?"

"You'll see," he shrugged with a smirk and I frowned as he started to walk backwards before he tilted his head towards the building, "Come on. I gotta warm up."

I pushed away from the car, trailing behind him as we walked towards the entrance. He swung the door open, standing behind it as he let me walk in first. We walked through the front area, some of his teammates being gathered around to grab snacks or energy drinks.

"Matty B!" one of the guys called who I recognised as Daniel and he jogged over to us as Matt paused, dapping him up quickly, "Who's this?"

"Layla, Daniel. Daniel, Layla," Matt introduced us and I just nodded at Daniel, not surprised that he didn't know my name.

"No Mia?" he asked Matt and Matt just shrugged in response.

"She's being weird. I don't know dude," Matt answered before he looked towards the rest of their team, "You guys gotta hurry up. We have 45 to warm up."

"Sir, yes, sir," Daniel sent Matt a salute before he started walking backwards and looked at me, "Nice to meet you, princess."

I sent him another nod before Matt started walking towards the doors of the rink, "Ignore Dan. He'll try to fuck anything with legs."

"Don't worry, Captain. I don't do goalies," I smirked and he chuckled in response, holding the door open to the rink for me to enter first again. I walked in, the cold air hitting my cheeks making me shiver.

"Layla!" I heard Allie's chirpy voice call out from the bleachers and I looked to my left to see her sitting front and centre, I sent her a small wave as I started to walk over to her with Matt following behind me.

"I gotta go get ready but are you good to sit with Allie?" Matt asked me and I turned my head to look at him now that he was on my right and I nodded.

"Yeah. Go make sure your hair is nice before you play," I joked as he rolled his eyes, pushing my shoulder slightly before spinning around to walk backwards while I paused at the steps that led up to where Allie was seated, "Break a leg, pretty boy."

"Thanks, pretty girl," he smirked at me and I bit my lip to hide my smile as he spun back around and walked into the locker room at the end of the rink. I shook my head to get rid of my smile as I walked up a few steps before sitting down next to Allie.

She smirked at me and I gave her a confused expression, "What?"

"Nothing," she hummed, her smirk turning into a smile as she looked out onto the ice. She pulled a packet of Sour Patch Kids out from her small handbag that I hadn't even noticed before she pulled open the packet, "You want one?"

"Sure," I shrugged, picking out a couple before throwing them into my mouth and her actions followed mine.

"So you and Matt..." she trailed off and I looked back at her as she smiled at me.

"Me and Matt?" I questioned, waiting for her to continue.

"You guys are cute," she shrugged, a genuine joy spread across her face and I let my mouth fall open.

"Uh... I don't even know if we're friends let alone anything else," I told her honestly and she rolled her eyes playfully before she hummed.

"Matt doesn't talk to just anyone. If he's asking you to come to his games clearly he wants you around," she told me as if it were obvious and I shrugged as I chewed on my lip. A few players from the other team skated onto the ice with their full gear, doing laps around the ice lazily.

"I don't think Chris and Nick like me though. His brothers' opinions probably mean a lot to him," I answered, looking at the players skating in circles. A couple players from Matt's team slid onto the ice as they started doing the same as the opposition.

"Chris is just focused on other shit. Nick tends to stick to himself a lot so just give them both time," she tried to reassure me and I looked back to her before she continued, "Besides, I like you so they're not getting rid of you that easily while I'm around."

"What about Mia?" I asked, genuinely curious as to how heavily Mia's opinion influenced her friends.

Allie sighed as she looked out at the rink, "Mia will figure it out. I don't know why she's being so weird about it. I think it's because she's protective over us."

"Matt's the one that came to me. I don't know why she was acting like I'm tryna break up your entire friend group," I mumbled as I looked out onto the ice to see a couple more players.

Only then did I realise that number 81 with a small C on the chest of his blue and white jersey was skating around the rink and it was none other than Matthew Sturniolo.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo

[yangbbokari]

hiii, im back again!! I’m totally inlove with your part 2 of the bet !! I just thought of another angst (I know sorry 😭) but what about stray kids pushing reader away, avoiding them at all costs because of something (idk😭) and reader thought the wrong idea and started to overthink but reader ended up going on a walk but ran into a friend and started to talk to them, not noticing the time, the sun setting, And their phone blowing up with miss calls and messages from their lover. They totally forgot about everything. Then reader finally heads home after their friend telling them they have to go and once they walk in they see their worried/sobbing significant other.

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sry that this took so long anon😭I've just been real lazy as always

Needed Space

Pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/comfort Warnings: Yelling, crying, language, i think that's it Summary: You give Han the space he wanted so badly and he grows worried. A.N.: Hehe 🧈 anon…. I got lazy again as u can see but I’m finally done😭

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This was the week of the comeback so you knew it’d be busier and Han would be more stressed. But even so, you didn’t expect him to distance himself this far.

It got to the point where only a few words were exchanged and you only saw him about twice a week.

One day, Han decided to take a quick break. It wasn’t really a break since he was still working on different pieces of music, but at least he got to stay at home.

“Hey… Hannie? Have you had something to eat yet?” You timidly asked as you stepped into the room. “Hi, baby. I’ll eat in a bit. Just let me finish this real quick.” You softly sigh, walking up to him and made him look at you. “You already said that hours ago. You need some food in your system to finish your work.”

He shoved you away, nearly knocking you off you’re feet. “Look. I already told you I’ll eat later! I don’t have time to humor you so just leave me the fuck alone.” Your boyfriend didn’t even spare you another look before returning to his work.

You could only nod your head slowly. You slipped out of the room and grabbed your things. You knew he was just stressed but you couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes.

You thought about tell Han that you’d be out for a minute, but he did tell you to leave him alone. So you just left the house. ~~~ You didn’t even notice the amount of time that had passed until the sun began to set. Your phone had died a while back but you wanted to spend a bit more time by yourself.

Seeing the sun set, you knew it was time to finally return home. You hoped that Han would have cooled down down by the time you got back.

You didn’t really want to return to an angry Han so you trudged your way home. The pebbles and leaves seemed so much more interesting all of a sudden.

There was still a good distance between you and your home when you heard someone running towards you. Your terrified eyes quickly softened when a very disheveled Han stopped in front of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and cried into your shoulder. Pushing you away a bit roughly, checking your sides to make sure you weren’t injured.

“Wh-where were you? I got so scared.” He asked, still worried.

Your eyes held the softest comfort in you for him. “I was just at the corner cafe, baby.”

“We’re you going to leave me? I saw that all your most important assets were gone and I began to think that I finally scared you away for good.” He threaded his fingers through his hair rapidly before continuing to ramble to you. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, sweetheart. I was just so so stressed and frustrated. I know that’s no excuse to treat you the way I did. But I’m just trying to explain to you because… because… because I’m scared you’ll leave me and I just really want you to stay by my side.”

“Hannie…”

“Please don’t leave me…”

“Hannie…”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Hannieeee….”

“You mean everything to me and I really don’t want to lose you.”

“Hannie!!”

He slightly jumped as his eyes met yours. “Y-yes?”

“You’re rambling again. It’s fine. I know you were stressed and that’s why I gave you the space to calm down. You mean a lot to me and I wouldn’t risk losing you over a small argument.”

Han let out a breath of relief with a smile before hugging you. “Thank you for forgiving me. I’m so sorry. I can’t promise but I’ll try to be better for you.”

The two of you walked back home together. You were glad that he was by your side and so was he.

#skz fanfic #han jisung fanfic #han jisung angst #han jisung fluff #han jisung hurt/comfort #Eheheheheehehehehehehe #mumu writes

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They Don’t Know About Us (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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A/N: This is another one of the fics I posted on an old account. Some good ole Bucky angst/fluff. 

Summary: Bucky realizes that he loves you, but won’t reveal his feelings because you’re Tony Stark’s daughter. 

Warnings: angst, slight age-gap (legal), fluff, illusion to smut, but no actual smut (fade to black), cursing

The city was beautiful at night. Your bedroom window provided one of the best views of New York in the world, and you’d been sitting on the window ledge for hours watching as the city lit up the night sky. You’d long missed Jarvis' call to dinner, perfectly content to sit in front of your window for the time being and sneak into the kitchen for food later.  

To be perfectly honest, you were starving, but not hungry enough to endure a meal in the same room as Bucky. He’d been acting strange recently, and you were almost positive that you were the cause of this odd behavior. He was acting like he did when you first met him; quiet, broody, extremely reserved. Nothing like the Bucky you’d grown used to over the last six months. It was as if all the sudden a flip had switched, and you were no longer a priority of his.  

Your affair with him had obviously been kept a secret. No one in the tower knew about your late-night rendezvous, save for Jarvis, who kindly served as an alarm clock when you and Bucky accidentally fell asleep in your bed.  

It had started, almost by accident, six months ago. It was 2:30 in the morning, and you were full on sobbing into a book because your favorite character had died. Bucky had knocked on your door after waking to your heart-wrenching sobs. The walls between your rooms weren’t nearly as thick as you’d originally thought.  

He’d awkwardly stepped into the room asking if you wanted to talk about it, and the rest was history. He came by almost every night after that, asking you about your favorite books, movies, and music and in turn, sharing his favorites with you.  

It was an innocent friendship at first, but you couldn’t help noticing his lingering gazes when you were around the rest of the team.  Your heart would quicken when he entered a room, giving you a soft smile as he continued his work for your dad. Lingering stares turned into “accidental” brushes against your hand when you walked by each other in the hallway, or a light touch on the waist when no one was looking.  

Your late-night chats soon became more serious. He opened up about his past with Hydra, providing far more details than he ever had with Steve or your dad. You talked about the overwhelming pressure of being Tony Stark’s daughter and a part of the Avengers. Both of you revealed information to each other that you’d never said out loud before.

The first time you kissed was three months ago. You’d been rambling about your dad’s decision to finally allow you to have a solo mission. He had leaned across the bed and planted his lips to yours, holding your face gently in his hands.  

“I’m so proud of you,” he had said with a wide smile.  

This continued for months, him sneaking into your room and kissing you until the sun began to rise, when he’d begrudgingly go back to his room to avoid suspicion from the rest of the team.  

You had long since accepted your feelings for him, but you weren’t going to be the one to tell him. You had never discussed what your relationship was to Bucky, never talked about labels or the future. For all you knew, you and Bucky were friends with barely any benefits. You hadn’t slept together or done anything else besides kiss.

This troubled your mind when Bucky’s visits became more and more infrequent. He started avoiding your gaze in public and wouldn’t touch you unless it was necessary. The last night he had stopped by your room was almost two weeks ago.  

The past few weeks you had barely talked and ate even less. Everyone in the tower was concerned about you. You’d stopped spending time in the common areas, preferring the solitude of your room. You had no excuse when you were asked why you’d been spending so much time in your room. You’d simply shrug the question off, mumbling an “I don’t know”, before returning to your room.  

In truth, you were avoiding Bucky like the plague. You couldn’t bear to be in the same room as his cold, uninterested demeanor. When you were forced out of your room by your dad, you sat in the furthest seat from Bucky, avoiding the area of the room he was in. The few times you’d snuck a glance at him, he had been slouched in his seat, glaring into his hands.  

Your stomach growled loudly as you rested your head against the window, wondering if you’d ever get the courage to confront Bucky.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. You didn’t lift your head when you heard the familiar steps of the man you loved shuffle into the room.

“You weren’t at dinner. I brought you some of it.” Bucky’s voice was low and raspy.  

You turned your head, glancing at him as he stood just inside the barrier of your room. He looked glorious, as usual, but that thought sent a sharp pain through your heart. His eyes were on yours, full of worry and doubt.

You cleared your throat.

“Thanks, Bucky. You can just set it on the desk.”

Your voice was wobbly, dripping with melancholic undertones.

Bucky nodded, turning to set the tray of food on your desk. You turned your head back towards the window, willing your tears to stay safely inside your tear ducts until Bucky left the room.  

“Y/n...” His voice was closer now. You could hear him shuffling his feet uncomfortably behind you.  

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek as you ignored his call. The pain of him being so close after so long was unrelenting.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He was right behind you now, gently running his fingers through your hair.  

“What did I do wrong?” You asked after a beat of silence. By this point, tears were streaming down your cheeks. You hastily wiped them away, refusing to turn around and face the inevitable of him breaking your heart without realizing it.

“Nothing, baby,” Bucky whispered, “Please look at me. I hate seeing you cry.”

You slowly turned to face him. He was on his knees looking up at you with tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

You kept your eyes on his, waiting for an explanation, or an apology for leaving you high and dry out of nowhere.  

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n. You have to know that,” Bucky said, reaching up to lightly grasp your hands.  

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.  

“I don’t understand what the problem is all the sudden. Everything was fine until it wasn’t.”  

“I know baby,” he nodded, resting his head in your hands, “You have to know I wasn’t expecting any of this when I met you. I thought you were just some spoiled rich girl with nothing to offer. I have never been happier to be wrong. You’re so smart and easy to talk to. You get along with everyone and you’re a really skilled fighter. I would love nothing more than to spend forever hearing you talk about books and music and movies.” He said, looking up at you again.

Your heart was pounding. This was not what you had expected from the man kneeling in front of you. Everything he was saying was what you wanted to hear, but it didn’t make you feel any better. He was obviously struggling with some aspect of the non-relationship you two were having.

You kneeled in front of him, lowering yourself to his level and wiping the tears that had started to flow down his cheeks.  

“I still don’t understand what the problem is, Bucky.” Your eyes searched his for a clear answer, an understanding for why he had been acting so strangely around you.

“I think I’m in love with you, y/n, but I can’t- I mean I want to, but- ugh, I’m so conflicted,” He muttered, shaking his head, “Your dad is basically my boss, y/n. Do you understand how Tony Stark, fucking ruler of the world, could make my life hell if he found out how I felt about you? What he could do to separate me from you? I can’t be apart from you, y/n, I can’t. These last few weeks were torture, and you were only 20 feet away from me. Imagine if he sent me to a different country or something?”  

Your heart was buzzing at his words. He loved you. And he had just said it, out loud, to your face. You couldn’t help but laugh. This is what he was avoiding you for? His eyebrows furrowed as you wiped your tears away and suppressed more laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Everything. You.” You smiled, cupping his cheek. “I love you, James.”

His eyes lit up. You leaned in, kissing him softly. His arms enveloped you as he deepened the kiss, tongue meeting yours.  

You slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours after being apart for so long.  

He pulled back, resting his hands on your wrists and stopping you from unbuttoning the last button on his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He eyed you, breathing hard.  

“James Buchanan Barnes, I love you, but please, please, take my clothes off and fuck me.”  

That undid any self-control he had over himself. He quickly picked you up, bridal style, and carried you to the bed.

//

The early morning light seeped into your room, waking you from your deep slumber. A heavy arm rested on your waist and you could hear the deep breathing of a certain super soldier cuddled up behind you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d awoken feeling this rested.

Wait.

Why is Bucky still here if it’s late enough for the sun to be up?  

Your eyes snapped open at the thought. Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Bucky shifted, groaning at the abrupt movement.

“Jarvis,” you said, still rubbing your eyes, “why didn’t you wake us up?”

“Jarvis was updating last night. I didn’t realize you relied so heavily on him for your wake-up calls, my sneaky little offspring.”  

Your head shot up, eyes widening as you looked directly into the eyes of your father, who was standing at the end of your bed visibly fuming. Bucky stiffened beside you, lifting his head with eyes that matched your own.  

“I’m going to let you two get dressed. And then, I expect to see both of you in the lab. Is that clear?” Your dad’s voice was calm – too calm. He turned to leave, and you could’ve sworn that you saw smoke coming out of his ears.  

You and Bucky spoke at the same time.

“Dad, wait-”

“Tony, it’s not what you-”

Your father interrupted before either of you could get a sentence out.

His tone was noticeably rising. “I don’t care. You,” he said pointing at Bucky, “should be ashamed of yourself for preying on an innocent young girl. And you-,” he pointed at you, clenching his jaw, “you should know better than to screw around with a team member.”  

“But Dad, we’re not screwing-”

“ENOUGH. I’m giving you five minutes. If you’re not down there, you both can pack your bags and get out.”  

You watched him as he briskly walked out of the room.  

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” You muttered, shaking your head. Bucky’s hands rubbed along your lower back as you mentally prepared for the shit storm that was about to go down in the lab.

“What was that all about?” Steve stuck his head in your room and immediately shielded his eyes, “Oh. Oh, man. Oh, man Bucky! What the hell?”  

“Nothing man, don’t worry about it,” Bucky responded, sitting up, voice still raspy with sleep.

“We should get dressed.” He turned to you, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

//

You and Bucky stepped into the living room, fully dressed and terrified. Natasha, Bruce, Steve, and Thor were sitting in various chairs around the room, trying way too hard to look like they weren’t talking about what Steve saw before you entered the room.  

“It’s fine, guys, you don’t have to act like you don’t know,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

They visibly relaxed, the room’s energy lightening immensely, and then immediately began pestering you and Bucky with questions.

“How did this happen?” Thor asked

“Why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” Natasha looked hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Bucky?” Steve looked even more offended.

You were not equipped to handle the interrogation from the others. The morning had been shitty enough. Your glowing mood from the events of the night before was seeping away quickly. Seeing that you were overwhelmed, Bucky led you to the elevator, mumbling a “tell you later” to the group.

When the elevator doors opened to lab, you slowly took a step out, sending a silent prayer out to the universe.

Your dad was sitting at his desk working on a piece from one of his Iron Man suits. The silence in the room was unbearable.

“That was six minutes.” Your dad said irritably, looking up at you as he waved away the help of his robot.

“Dad-”

“Tony-Mr. Stark,” Bucky stepped forward, “this isn’t what you think it is. I swear, we’re not just messing around. I love your daughter, more than I’d care to admit.” His voice trailed off as he looked at your dad.

Your dad stayed silent, looking Bucky up and down before turning to you.

“It’s true.” You added, meekly.

Your dad’s eyes narrowed. His eyes flitted back and forth between you and Bucky.

“Dad, please don’t freak out. I’m an adult. I wouldn’t have gotten into this if I didn’t think it was worth it. I love him. It hasn’t affected our work and it won’t.” You finally said, your voice strong and unwavering.  

“I don’t like this,” he responded, voice low, “but I can’t stop you, I guess. I didn’t realize you were so...involved with each other. I don’t think I need to say that if you even think about hurting her, you’re a dead man walking, super soldier or not.”  

You let out a harsh giggle, clapping your hand over your mouth as Bucky and your father turned to look at you, one with amusement, and the other with disdain.  

//

“Do you think it’ll be that awkward forever?” You groaned, falling forward on your bed.

Once you and Bucky were released from your dad’s scrutiny, you went to tell the rest of the Avengers as much information as you could muster. You definitely did not want them getting all the gory details of your relationship with Bucky.

Bucky laughed, “No, I just think everyone’s trying to get over the fact that we’ve been...together...for the last three months and none of them figured it out.”

He sat down on the edge of your bed, reaching over to pinch your side.  

You smiled, climbing over him to straddle his waist. His eyes, an icy blue that had recently become your favorite color in the world, bore into yours as he rested his forehead against yours.

“So...last night was fun.” You mumbled

“Yes,” he affirmed, slightly nodding.

“Does that make me...”

“My girlfriend? I would hope so. Is that something you’d be interested in, Miss Stark?” He smirked, eyes glimmering.

“Yes,” you breathed, smiling.  

“Well then, I guess it’s official.”  

He leaned in to kiss you softly. His lips were the softest thing you’d ever felt. You couldn’t get enough of him.  

You could definitely get used to this.

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[dilf-whore]

the other woman

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pairing: robin buckley x f!reader

genre: angst, unrequited love

summary: making assumptions can hurt others, and yourself

A/N: sorry this is very short ndskjjhjad. let me know your thoughts tho!

requested: no

requests are OPEN

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“She’s just so pretty and gosh, her eyes, her smile, j-just everything about her!” Robin rambles as she arranges the movies on the shelf.

She’s been talking about this girl she’s pining over for weeks. Not a day goes by without Robin talking about this mystery girl. Steve lets out a sigh, leaning on the cold counter “so who’s this girl?”. You do the same and lean on the counter beside him “yeah Robin, tell us”.

Robin places the last VHS tape on the shelf and dusts off her hands. She approaches the both of you, “relax, you guys will know very soon. I’m gonna ask her out this Friday - Valentine’s Day”. You gulp and you meet Steve’s eyes, he gives you a small nudge - making you burrow your eyebrows in annoyance.

Steve knows about your feelings for Robin, he knew it the moment he introduced her to you. The way you stuttered when you introduced yourself and the way you pull strands of hair behind your ear every time you talk to her. He always wanted to tell you to make the first move but, he didn't want to be the reason your heart gets broken if Robin doesn't reciprocate your feelings. You’re his best friend, he wants you to be happy but he also doesn't want you to be hurt - so he doesn't urge you to do it. 

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You change from your uniform to something much more comfortable once you got home. You lay on your bed, eyes glued on the ceiling - your mind kept recalling what Robin said.

 Was she really gonna do it?

Who could she be?

Could it be me?

Your thoughts were driving you crazy. You roll over to your phone and lay on your stomach and dial Steve’s number. After a few rings, he finally picks up the phone “Hello?”

“Steve?”

“Oh Y/N what’s up?” “About what Robin said, who do you think it is? Like, didn't she ever mention who it was?”

“No I don’t, the last time she talked about someone she liked was about Tammy Thompson which was like - ages ago” He recalls.

You groan in frustration, “I just- Do you think I should tell her? it’s probably not me but a teeny tiny part of me thinks I have a chance”

Steve goes silent for a few seconds, “The girl’s interests are similar to yours: taste in music, favorite movie genre, and other stuff”

You flop back and look at ceiling, “You know what, I’m gonna tell her how I feel - on Friday too”

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Friday arrives and you’re seated in Steve’s car. He parks his car and hands you the flowers from the back seat. You grab it and face him, “Promise to wait for me?” you ask.

“I promise”

You step out of the car and head towards the gym area. Robin had band practice and it should be their break at this hour. You walk towards the door and push it open, your eyes immediately land on Robin’s figure on the bleachers sitting beside a red headed girl, Vickie.

Nervous, you walk towards them. You look down and grasp the bouquet with both hands. You glance back up and as you were about to call for Robin’s attention, Vickie placed a quick peck on her cheek and interwhines her fingers to Robin’s.

You froze, it felt as if a knife was stabbed straight to you heart, how could you be so stupid? It was Vickie all along. Anyone can have the same interests as you for god’s sake. You’re not unique nor special, how could you think it was you whom she like?

 You run out of the gym, Robin finally notices you and tried calling you but you avoided her. You toss the flowers to the trash bin, tears were streaming down your face. You head outside to Steve’s car and immediately knew that it went downhill. You sit in his car and buckle yourself.

Before Steve could say something, you immediately instruct him to drive, “Let’s talk about it at home, I just want to leave” 

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Robin already felt something was wrong. Without hesitation, she ran after you but you were too fast - she didn't catch you on time. She looks around the hallway in hopes of finding you but instead, she spots a fresh set of flowers, her favorite flowers in a trash bin beside the lockers. She approaches it and sees a card with her name, she grabs the bouquet and take the card, opening it.

To the girl I fell head over heels for since day one,

I hope we can go out sometime and watch a movie, just the two of us. Like you know? a date. 

- Y/N

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[obitv]

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during the timeskip, william and vyncent decide to go dancing.

read on ao3 here!

You really need to learn to think before you speak. Like, now. Yesterday, even! Any point that was before right fucking now!

Inviting Vyncent to hang out outside the base? Sure, normal. You've been staying in the rubble of the old base for a few weeks now and it's still... unsettling. And you live together, of course hanging out is normal! Trying to experience normal teenage things now that you two have some downtime? Yes, sure! Normal!

Asking Vyncent if he wants to go clubbing? NOT. NORMAL.

He asks you to explain yourself. Of course. Because you really had to put your foot in your mouth there.

"It's, uh- A nightclub? A bunch of people our age go there to... dance? And there's music and drinks? It's- You don't have to go, I was just throwing it out there, ha,  mean I've never even gone-"

"Cool. Sounds fun! When do we go?"

Oh, you're so fucked.

--

You find a nightclub. Or- Less find, more remember - totally not because you'd fantasised about this for days or anything, but because after Harlem brought you to one you went find which club he had been in, and subsequently memorise any other places you could possibly go, if you ever wanted to. Just to avoid him.

The infinitely worse part is when you spend far too long fretting about outfits. You spare a brief thought to wish you could talk to your old friends right now, but you manage to scrounge up something.. nicer than your usual. Tight ripped jeans you pretend you didn't steal from Ashe, indie band tee from some show you went to when you were 14, a worn dark leather jacket. And- Eyeliner. A little. You also pretend you don't remember much from Ashe's rambles about makeup, but that advice stuck with you.

You do not tell Vyncent about the unofficial dress code, and yet he picks up on it anyway. Probably keyed in when you started scrabbling through the rubble to pull that jacket out of what remains of your closet.

"Will? Do I need to.. dress differently?"

You will your voice not to squeak miserably. You fail. "N-o..? You- I'm sure how you usually dress is ok, y'know, they don't REALLY have a dress code? You- you'll be fine. Probably. Uh- Definitely. Totally... fine."

"There's a DRESS CODE?"

Which is how you end up standing next to a shirtless Vyncent Sol with a pile of clothes in front of you. If you had told the you from 6 months ago about this, he probably would've passed out on the spot. You aren't doing much better yourself.

You're trying very hard not to ask why, exactly, Vyncent owns low rise jeans. You're trying in general not to acknowledge that at all, actually, which is thankfully made slightly easier as Vyncent put those on BEFORE coming to ask you what to wear, so you didn't have to give any input on them. It's not like they're excessively tight or anything, just- He's not wearing a shirt. And Vynce may not be packed with muscle like Dakota but he isn't as stick thin as you and- You have eyes, ok!

But you are using those eyes for a much more acceptable task - helping Vyncent pick a shirt. So that he stops being all... That. You've narrowed the pile down to just two options before your brain melts and you tell him that "both- both of those are fine!" while mentally patting yourself on the back for almost making a full sentence after that whole ordeal.

You head outside before you can make a bigger fool of yourself, climbing through the rubble of the entrance and letting the cool evening air refresh your brain while you still can. Winter is quickly settling into the city, and you definitely aren't wearing enough layers to be out right now. You hope the walk can warm you up.

Vyncent comes up next to you right when you start having to fight back shivers. Bastard never even notices the cold, something about being used to higher altitudes. That's... something you should ask more about, probably. Not tonight though. Tonight is not a night for potentially emotional conversations.

Aside from your wandering thoughts, the walk is nice. The chill clears a bit with exercise and good company, and your jitters. Vyncent seems excited, thankfully, even if he's definitely out of his comfort zone. But so are you! Which makes this... maybe count as a bonding experience. If all goes to shit you can share the misery, and if things go well... Well. You can always hope.

You end up in a part of town that's still bustling even this late in the evening. Music and conversations blend together into one, filling the air. There's even colourful lights strung up between the buildings, almost making up for the lack of stars. Vyncent is looking all around at them - and you realise for all you guys went out together before, none of your patrols or explorations had taken him to this part of the city before, at least not after dark. You give yourself a moment to admire him - the lights here probably wash you out, but the faint colours reflect off his eyes and almost make them sparkle.

Before he notices you, you grab his arm and gesture to one of the open doorways nearby. A neon sign reading FERDINAND'S flashes above it, and together you walk over.

The music hits you as soon as you get near the door, a pulsing wave of bass from the speakers, and you spare a moment to turn back to where Vyncent is trailing behind you, still faintly starstruck.

"Hey, Vynce. You- just let me know if you wanna leave, ok? If it sucks we can just go home and watch a movie."

His gaze snaps to you, and he takes a breath. Straightens his posture a bit, like he's preparing to go into a fight, which you try not be amused by. He shakes his arm out of your loose grip and smiles at you. "Yeah, yeah. I still wanna check it out though!"

So in you go.

-

Clubbing... isn't something you have much experience with. You'd planned to go out, before, but you left Deadwood too early to really go anywhere. And the time with Harlem scared you out of trying to go anywhere while he could be around, so really your experience is limited to, uh. Next to nothing? So sue you for not knowing what to expect.

It's loud, for one. Obviously, but it's not loud in a bad way, just in a way that lets you feel the beat all the way in your bones, in a way that leaves little room for thought other than the beat. It's much warmer in here, though still not as crowded as you'd feared. Come to think of it, you're not sure what day of the week it is? But it's clearly not peak. The bar is crowded, sure, but it's barely two people deep at worst, and there's even free seats.

You hesitate to leave Vyncent, but when you gesture at a booth and then at the bar he seems to get the idea. He heads to get a table, and you go to grab yourself the drink you're definitely going to need to keep your head around here. You don't plan on drinking much, if any more than just one, but a little liquid courage feels like it'd be nice right around now. You order your beer, look back at Vynce, and order a second in case he wants it. You probably should've asked before he left.

You get them quickly though, and weave your way across the floor to reach him. He's still staring at everything, and it almost makes you wonder how the fuck you two had gotten past the bouncer. He takes one of the bottles out of your hands, but scrunches his nose up after sniffing it and puts it down on the table closer to you. That answers that, then.

Overall, it's a nice club. More of a pub on this level than a nightclub, really, but you know there's a proper dance floor around somewhere. The music is good, too, nothing too overplayed, and a fair bit you've never even heard before.

"I thought you said there'd be dancing?"

It's almost hard to hear him over the music, but you have to admit it's true. You brace yourself, throwing back the last of your drink, and stand up.

"C'mon! It's, uh, over this way, I think?" Fucking Vyncent and his elf hearing doesn't have any trouble with hearing you over the noise, getting up and walking with you before you resorted to getting really close for him to hear you.

Whatever. The dance floor is downstairs from the main bar, and- Wow. There's definitely more people down here, but still blessedly not packed. You hadn't considered that- well- There'd be other people here.

Vyncent, though, perks up. He was a pretty good dancer back at the party you won't ever talk about, now that you think about it. It's definitely a similar vibe, just less possessed highschoolers and more drunk college students. He's much less reserved than you, immediately heading to join the dancers while you hang back and watch.

The music is different down here, but still not bad. There's multicoloured lights shining all over the main floor, catching on people's hair, clothes, eyes, and Vyncent is... fucking stunning. He's in a league of his own out there. Going from partner to partner and somehow, he's just as amazing as he is in combat. You had assumed most of his skill had come from the whole possession deal back at the party, but this is actually him choosing. No tangos on this floor, but that doesn't put a dampener on him at all.

There's a break in the music, eventually. Vyncent comes back to where you're lurking, panting but smiling. He's gorgeous. Someone's body glitter has rubbed off on him, somehow, and the cascade of lights makes him glow. You haven't seen him this- happy, since before everyone left.

It's a.. scary thought. You want him to be able to be this happy forever, and in this moment you'd do anything he asked if he kept smiling at you like that. So, of course, when he holds his hand out to you and asks you to dance, you say yes.

Seriously. Think before you say things, Wisp! But Vyncent's hand is warm in yours, and you're just buzzed enough to not feel like hundreds of eyes are pinned to your every move, and the music is shaking your bones with every beat. To be fair, you've wanted this for... far longer than you'd like to admit.

You faintly recognise whatever song is playing. It's fast, and is probably going to be burned into your brain forever, because you are dancing with Vyncent fucking Sol.

[this is where i'll be, so heavenly, so come and dance with me, michael]

He drops your hand once you're properly in the crowd, which is a shame, but he starts dancing and you try to mimic him and others around you. It's easier than you'd thought, to not worry about the other people around you. Whenever you'd pictured something like this, you'd underestimated how it'd feel to really be here, with Vyncent watching you and laughing, seemingly carefree.

You think he's never looked more beautiful than he does right now. You desperately want to tell him, so, so desperately, but instead you let yourself laugh with him, moving closer to the beat. You're moving in an imitation of some formal dance, a back and forth just between yourselves. It's impossible to stop smiling at him now that you've started, and maybe you're happier than you've been in a long time too.

It's- a bit of a blur, after that. There are times where Vyncent reaches a hand out to you and you dance together like that, a raver's waltz. He spins you a few times, and you're breathless with laughter after each one. You step out for a break, and Vyncent goes between various partners - but for once you don't feel that stab of jealousy, because his eyes keep darting back to you and he smiles wider each time. At some point, both of you end up mostly standing still in the middle of it all, giddy with infectious joy, with you leaning against his chest and his hand on your shoulder.

You look up at him then, and your faces are so, so close- in a crowded room, where anyone could bump into you... The temptation to just lean up and kiss him is almost unbearable. You could always brush it off as an accident if you had to - or you'd finally have something you've wanted for months. it's tantalising, having that choice dangled in front of you.

Before you can really do more than begin to lean in, though, Vyncent's eyes flicker away from your face and to the door. You'd almost missed it, because you were definitely paying more attention to his lips than his eyes, and you look away, guilt starting to eat into you.

He says something then, but your hearing's gone to shit right now so he gives up and untangles himself from you. He points at the door, then tilts his head at you in a clear question. We leaving now?

You... can't believe you almost did that. You nod at him, struck dumb by your thoughts. Outside, the sudden lack of noise feels almost like a physical weight being lifted, while the freezing temperature is like a slap in the face. You stumble forward into Vyncent, and he steadies you while you shiver and try calling a cab, because no fucking way are you walking home like this.

Home, ha. You know full well that Vyncent is more your home now than any building could be. Even if you keep almost fucking things up - the thought of not having him there is almost too much to bare.

But, for now, you have him. His arm around your shoulders again, trying to keep you warm while you wait for your cab, and the knowledge that when you wake up in the morning, he'll still be there. Neither of you are going anywhere.

#william wisp #vyncent sol #prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi #ghostknife #myfic #primedefenders #hi. smiles :3 thanks for 200. this was written mostly in one go. where all i did was listen to michael by frans ferdinand

[callmeklair]

declaration

Chapter three

“do you wanna practice dancing with me at my house?”

- Yui’s Classroom, Ryoutei Academy :

"Kyaaa! Did you all see the notice board!? The annual prom is coming up, and it's going to be more lavish and exquisite this time than last years’." A female student exclaimed while talking to her other friends, who had surrounded themselves around her bench in a circle. Yui, who was sitting just beside them, heard their squealing. 

‘Prom...huh’ She has never attended a prom before as she was raised in church and went to some religious schools in her childhood. She wanted to attend it, yet at the same time not. One, because of her inexperience in dance, she doubts she won’t step on her partner’s or someone else's foot and second, will she even be able to find an escort? Well some boys have come here and there to her, but that was only for notes, nothing else. And as for Sakamakis and Mukamis, these both families’ boys are popular among girls, especially Sakamakis and Kou Mukami. 

‘Never mind, I won’t attend. In fact I can stay home and study for my finals, rather than wasting time on something I can't even do.’ 

“Komori-san! What do you think? Are you gonna join?” The female student who was screaming excitedly about this whole prom thing, asked Yui.

“Huh? Oh no. I am not good at dancing and I would rather study and prepare for my finals by sitting at home. My maths is weak, so it’s a good opportunity.” With a smile she gave the student an honest answer and continued reading the book she borrowed from the library a few days ago. 

“Oh no no no Yui. Prom is not all about dance, you know. There are many more things to do. Like best dress award, music, chatting, taking photos, having some time with your love- i mean friends. And on top of that, there will be so much food! It’s the most refreshing thing ever. You should give it a try.” The girl pleaded with Yui after rambling about the pros of attending prom as the blonde woman can’t do anything but shake her head and said she will think about it. Yui’s answer made the hope in the latter girl’s eyes sparkle and she introduced herself as Aria. 

After the first half of classes ended, Yui headed towards the rooftop to eat her snacks as it was recess time now. Aria, actually, pestered Yui to join her but she declined as she wanted to spend her time alone. 

"Should I participate?" Yui mumbled to herself.

"Participate in what?" 

'Huh!?' a voice questioned back her mumbling.

When she turned her head around, she saw fluttering pink hair in the air, coming towards her.

"Shin-kun? What are you doing here?" 

"Hmm? I asked a question first." 

…

"Oh! Sorry Shin. I was thinking about whether I should participate in prom or not. I don't know how to dance. Even though it's not all about dance, one way or another I gotta dance if someone asks me. So I was just pondering on that." 

When Yui looked up, she swears she didn’t mistake out his widened eyes, only if it was for a nanosecond.

"Prom? They are like balls right?" Shin asked, bending down to sit beside her.

"Uh-yeah that only." 

"I can dance." 

"Huh? You mean, you are gonna attend, shin-kun?"

"Yeah, just that, I was thinking of taking you as my partner because I am a new student and don't know anyone but now you are saying you might not participate so I doubt it now." 

"You shouldn't change your decision just because of me."

"And why shouldn't I?" 

"Are you really going to be happy to have me as your dance partner?”

"...what?" Yui's voiced out fear made shin surprised and confused at the same time 

"I mean, haha, I can't dance and not only that I'm not a good socializing person, plus I don't have any noble etiquettes and manners. You are aware of the fact that this school is where high class people attend and that is why the prom is all about noble life." She tried to reason out her words.

– "Dad! Dad! Dad! Will you take me to the zoo today? You promised last week." a little, seven years old, Yui asks her dad, who is seen to be working on some 'church' paperwork.

– "of course I will! After all I promised." he said while offering his pinky out, which Yui gladly intertwined with hers.

– "Really?! Thank you so much dad, I love you!" 

– By the next few hours, Yui and her dad were seen to be travelling around the zoo, watching various animals and feeding them. Her dad held her up, high, on his shoulders to make it easier for her to see through the huge crowd. 

–  She has always cherished moments like this with her dad, who have done everything possible for her in her childhood. 

– But when the truth about her unknown birth was revealed in the Sakamaki mansion, she was broken. 

– Did he abandon her in a place filled with blood thirsty because she wasn't his child and becoming a burden, the more she grew up?

– Were those memories, that she cherished the most from her young age, fake? Did he create those memories with her so that he isn't guilty later? 

–  It's… awful. 

"...ui? Yui? Yui?!" 

A distant voice brought her back from her idle state. 

"What's wrong? You look pale?" Shin said as he brought his hand up to check her temperature. 

"It's nothing! I'm just feeling under the weather because of overwork... maybe? I'll go and visit the infirmary." Yui didn't allow his hand to reach her and stood up in a hurry, trying to dash off. Her head was throbbing. Very badly. Her eyes were burning. 

"Yui- wait." He caught her hand in a hurry which resulted in both of them losing their balance and falling on each other. Yui above Shin. Their faces inches away. Noses nearly touching. 

Sherbet met golden and a spark of light tinged within both of them.

"Are you okay!? I'm really sorry for this." Shin apologized and Yui stood up, blushing crazily. 

"I-im okay." 

"Um… so…"

"...?" 

"Yeah I wanted to ask, do you wanna practice dancing with me at my house?" 

"What?" 

"You heard that. I am asking you to come and p-practice dancing with me." He turned his head around, coughing a little. 

Meanwhile Yui just looked at him like he had gone crazy. Practice dancing with her? Is he serious!? No one has ever asked her something like this. Should she go? 

"I'll tell you by tomorrow" with that she ran to her class and avoided all possibilities to meet with Shin for the whole day, until she reached home.

– Yui's room, Sakamaki mansion:

'Is he crazy or something? Asking me to come to his house to practice dancing!?' 

"Arghhhhh!" Yui shouted, while covering her screams with a pillow on her face. She didn't have any problem with all these, but she is not sure if the people who are protecting her from the so-called founders would allow it. Even if they do, one of them will secretly spy.

She doesn't want to depend on them for her every decision and her movements of freedom. She doesn't want to rely on them, but no matter how strong willed she sounds they won't let it happen. 

To be honest, at first, she really wanted to attend prom and dance, which she has never done. She is very excited about it. Even though she can't dance, she would have spent her time eating and roaming around but there would've been no one to talk with her. So she gave up the idea.

But now…

Aria's sweet excited smile flashed through Yui's mind and Shin's proposal for practicing dance together so they can go to prom together as partners. 

She has reasons to go now. At least two-three reasons. 

"Ugh! Eugh! Argh!" Yui screamed again and this time instead of hiding her voice through a pillow, she hit it in frustration.

"Why are you harassing that pillow??!" A low groan came from beside Yui. 

"Yuma?" 

"You forgot '-kun'"

"I-" in frustration, she forgot to put honorifics and she couldn't care less about it.

"Anyways, why were you hitting that pillow, huh?" 

"Don't tell me…" yui stammered.

"Yeah yeah, I saw everything." Yuma blurted out. 

"oh no-" Yui blushed as she realised that Yuma saw her childish tantrum. 

"You still didn't answer my question?" 

"Uh that… I was just thinking about some stuff?"

"Some stuff ya' say" his tone sounded like he didn't believe her words. But what can Yui say, she wasn't actually being truthful nor was she totally lying.

"You know you can be very honest with me. I won't tell anyone." 

That's some change in Yuma's attitude Yui saw. He is not that straightforward or open with his words. And today he is telling Yui to…

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the upcoming prom." 

"Oh, something like that exists."

Yui takes a deep breath trying to calm herself down and not to answer back with sarcasm but it fails.

"Yes it does." She gave out a bright smile, her eyes closed in a crescent moon form. Shining rays radiating from her, giving out sarcastic vibes. 

"Anyways. So, what did that have to do with that innocent pillow's harassment."

"I don't know how to dance..."

"Still don't reason out?"

"One of my friends told me to visit their home to practice dancing."

"You have friends?"

"Yeah I do. Just made a few a while ago in school."

"Oi! Don't think I'm being sarcastic and get offended. I'm just saying that it's good. At least you won't be lonely anymore…" he mumbled the last part to himself.

"....?" Yui looked at him with confusion.

"So? What's the problem with that?" 

"You know already. I won't be allowed to go anywhere by you people."

"Well I won't deny that" 

"At least give me freedom of choices for just once. Just once. It's just visiting a friend's house for practice."

"Who is that friend of yours?" 

Shoot. Yui didn't know how she would reply to that. Both the families have been vary of the two new transferred students. 

"Someone"

"Someone who?"

"..."

"…"

"..."

"Are you hiding something?" 

“You know what, nevermind. I think I should rather study than to attend prom.” with a sullen look she tried to shoo off Yuma. but it was already too late. 

“Hey…”

She glanced up and,

“If you wanna, then you can go. Just for this once okay. And if you notice anything suspicious, then do send ya’ live location through that smartphone we gave you.”

Her eyes sparkled, patting her own back in her mind for succeeding in using her puppy tactic.

“Really!? Thank you so much!”

In the end, she finally got her freedom. She can finally go somewhere with her free will without being kept an eye on and with no fear.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #dialovers #komori yui #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers yui #shin tsukinami #shin x yui #yuma mukami #yui x yuma #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers fanfiction

[wanderinginksplot]

Clone Trooper Rambles

Part writing exercise, part diary, part daydream. Rambles are an idea of how life would be with clone troopers around. In these Rambles, clone troopers are unseen and unheard by other people, but they're always willing to share their opinions on my life and choices.

Warnings: This Ramble references a throat surgery I had a while ago. This is not current (Rambles rarely are), but it contains themes of frustration, recovery, and worry about future abilities. Please read with caution!

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Ukulele

“Your voice sounds better,” Kix told me. 

He had been observing my recovery with interest, noting each benchmark no matter how small it was. It could very well have been irritating, but I appreciated it. Otherwise, I was worried I would slip into frustrated self-pity about the slow pace everything was taking.

“Thanks!” I thought about it for a moment. “It has been almost two months since the surgery, though.”

“They said up to six months until you can expect full use of your vocal cords,” Rex reminded. He had insisted on going to every post-operation appointment with me. By this point, he probably knew more about my recovery than I did.

“Yeah,” I agreed with a sigh. “I hope I last that long.”

I had managed to regain most of the tones I used to speak. As long as I didn’t try to do anything too dramatic with my voice, or speak too long or too loudly, I sounded almost normal. It was certainly better than the first few weeks after the operation. When I could first bring myself to speak, I sounded like Izzy Hands from Our Flag Means Death. 

“Why wouldn’t you last?” Waxer asked.

“It sounds stupid…” I hedged, only to be met with three steady stares. “I miss singing.”

“Have you… tried to sing?” It took a while for Kix to ask the question, but he seemed eager to hear the answer. Times like these, I was reminded how similar medical professionals and scientists were in their attitudes about unknown situations or variables.

I brought my mind back to the question. “Uh… No, actually. I just figured it wouldn’t work and I didn’t want to risk hurting something.”

“Now that you’re talking better, I think you should sing,” Waxer suggested. “Don’t try to scream something or belt out an opera, but give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The answer to that, of course, was that I would mess something up in my vocal cords and lose not only the ability to sing, but the ability to speak as well. Something told me that a worst-case method of thinking wouldn’t go over well in this particular crowd, so I just nodded. “I’ll probably try it on the way home.”

I did, in fact, end up singing on the way home. ‘Singing’ probably isn’t the right description, though. I tried to croak out the songs I loved and could always sing, but it wasn’t happening. No matter what note I was trying to sing, it would end up as one of the five notes I was able to speak in. Even trying to raise my voice to a notably high pitch only ended with a slight difference in tone.

It was odd. It hadn’t bothered me too badly that I couldn’t sing when it was background knowledge, but having it proven made me frustrated beyond reason. 

After a thankfully short journey home, I took a shower and played a podcast instead of music. There was no use in listening to music if I couldn’t sing along. Even after I had showered and eaten a snack - my typical mood-lightening routine - I still felt irritated and on edge.

When I stood and started for my room, the troopers looked concerned. "Everything okay?" 

I nodded with a slight, reassuring smile and kept walking. When I had sat comfortably on my bed, I pulled a small, light case onto the surface of my comforter. It unzipped easily and I took the slight weight of the ukulele into my hands.

It had been an impulse purchase from years before, a treat for restraining myself from buying an antique accordion at a flea market in my hometown. I had never intended to keep it so long, but the bright orange paint made me happy, as did the cheerful zing of the nylon strings.

Tuning it took only a moment. The correct notes were ingrained in my head after so long. Along with those notes were a few particular patterns for them. It was as easy as breathing to slip into the opening notes of the Beatles's Let It Be. 

The chords rose and fell under my fingers as I played the familiar melody. It was my favorite song to play when I needed a little thinking space, and my knowledge of the actual song had long faded into a vague idea of refrain and chorus.

I played and thought about my surgery and my fear, my voice and my frustration… about everything and nothing. When the suffocating worry in my chest had moved far enough away that I could pick through the tangle, I began to do just that but stopped after only a moment. 

I could play. I could breathe. I could live. That was enough for today. I would handle the rest of it when I decided it was important. That might never happen. That was fine.

With a sense of peace cooling my blood, I began to whistle along with the song plucked out with the tips of my fingers. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

When I let the last bright notes fade away, I smiled at Rex. He had sat on my bed at some point, but I couldn't track exactly when. 

"Thought you didn't like that song?" he asked, voice low and careful. It seemed like he was worried he would break the calm spell if he spoke too loudly.

"I don't. Not to listen to, anyway. I think it's sad and wistful, and that isn't the kind of song I like to listen to." I began to pack away the small instrument as I spoke, glancing at Rex. "But on the ukulele? It's… I don't know how to describe it, but it's like the difference between a slow, mournful fade and the fond remembrance of a favorite time."

The crease between his brows didn't disappear. "And it makes you feel better?" 

I took a deep breath, feeling far lighter than I had when I started to play. "Yeah, it does."

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Author's Note - Like I said, this isn't a current situation, but it is very much real. For anyone who may be struggling with recovery of any kind right now, I wish you all the best! Please know that I'm rooting for you!

Thank you for reading!

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[marcyyne]

[ @the-human-fionna | x ]

"You know I'll be there, where is it at?" She asked.

Fionna was glad to hear that he really was doing well, being able to make a living off of music was hard but if anyone could do it it would be Marshall. She found them to be pretty adaptive as well.

"No it isn't weird it feels right. I think that was something that stuck the hardest about having magic back in this world as it had been a few weeks ago versus what it had been before with magic. Cake being magical and talking, I'm glad things were able to work out without Simon having to wear that crown again."

➥ "Oh, nearby bar. Cool place, the owners seem to really like me. I'll text you the address, hold on..." He pulled out his phone, texting Fionna the address as he listened to her ramble about Cake.

"Yeah, that Simon guy... He seemed cool, wouldn't want him getting messed up like that." They didn't really fully understand that guy, but they felt a strange familiarity whenever Fionna mentioned him. And, from the sounds of things, that was a normal reaction.

After a brief moment of silence to collect his thoughts, he pressed his cheek into the palm of his hand. They were a bit overwhelmed by all of this, and they hadn't even been there. He couldn't fathom how easy Fionna had caught onto all this. They liked the idea of being a vampire, but at the same time... "Wasn't it weird, seeing all of those different versions of, like, you, and me, and everyone? I mean, seeing me, like... Killing people, being a monster, y'know..."

Maybe that was what was holding him up in all of this. They had enough experience feeling like a scary freak as a human, but thinking about how they actually were a scary freak in other universes...It kept him up at night. Was it awesome? HELL yeah. But they wondered, if the magic returning to this world turned them into a vampire, would Fionna still hang out with them? Would Gary, or Ellis, or...anybody? Would they think he was cool, or creepy?

#m.l.a. ; vampire king #replies #feat. fionna campbell #the-human-fionna #cued

[munsonxmayhem]

Torn Between Two Lovers

Part ii of The New Girl (Final Chapter.)

Based on the song “Torn Between Two Lovers” by Mary Macgregor (maybe listen while you read)

Summary:Being the new girl in town is never easy, and tends to draw a lot of attention. But what happens when she receives the attention of two vastly different men, who both want the same thing? Her.

Warnings: angst? kissing?

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You’re sat in your car, door open, listening to music, surrounded by your newfound group of friends. Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Dustin. You turn the stereo down, and fan yourself because of the heat. “Jesus, it’s way too hot.” you announce, turning the car off and getting out. “I’m gonna die of dehydration.” you laugh as you step over to Robin, who’s sitting on your steps. “You want water?” Eddie asks. “I-“ you’re cut off by Steve, “I can get it!” He practically jumps from his spot against the car. “I was kidding!” you laugh, concerned. Looking at both of them, who quickly send a glare at each other. You shrug it off, boys, you think to yourself, shaking your head.

You and Robin are deep in conversation when you hear a heated conversation in the distance. “No, dude! I’m telling you, (Y/N) would much rather watch romance than a horror movie!” Steve exclaims, waving his hands around. Eddie rolls his eyes, “Nah, you’re wrong, man. Horror is definitely her favorite.” “No bu-“ “Boys!” you yell from the steps, “Relax. Horror is my favorite. Romance comes in second.” You express, holding your hands out in a ‘enough’ sort of way. Eddie smirks, and Steve pushes his shoulder, Eddie is about to retaliate when you throw a newspaper at them, “Dustin! Handle that!” you shout, taking Robin’s arm and dragging her inside.

Robin gives you a strange look as you shut the door, turning to her. “What the hell is that all about?” you cross your arms, taking a seat on the couch. “I’m gonna be straightforward, they like you, (Y/N).” You raise your eyebrow, “Who?” “Eddie and Steve” she pleads. You groan, then roll your eyes. “Yeah right! They’re my best friends, Robin.” She folds her arms, looking at you with a ‘are you serious’ look. “Ro-“ she stops you, “Look, all I’m saying is that they both definitely like you! They’ve been doing this for months, nonstop fighting over you, always trying to one up each other, and just to point out, you and I are best friends, too and you don’t see me taking part in the pissing contest! It’s because. they. like. you.” she rambles on emphasizing the last few words. You send her a glare and she throws her hands up in surrender. You roll your eyes, “What?! No! C’mon..” you quickly say back, in disbelief. She looks at you “You’re joking, right? (Y/N) tell me you’re joking. There’s absolutely no way you don’t see that those two boys-“ she points to Steve and Eddie who are standing outside the trailer with Dustin, “have it so very bad for you. Like so so bad.” she finishes. You glance out at the boys, a sad look on your face. You’d be lying if you didn’t think something was up, but you’d brushed the thought away weeks ago.

Always catching Eddie staring at you, and when you’d look he’d quickly look away, cheeks red. Eddie was always affectionate with you, placing a hand on yours, hugging you, or giving you a kiss on your cheek, even teaching you guitar on his most prized possession. It was always something. Then Steve was more bold, he’d always be flirting with you, putting his arm around you like the first night you’d hung out at the party, being a bit possessive whenever Eddie was around. Both constantly trying to see who knew you best, which ended up in minor arguments that you’d eventually have to break up before they turned serious. Both sweet, yet both very different in their own ways. You’d also be lying if you said you didn’t feel something for them.. as selfish as it is. You can’t have both. You love them both, but they each give you different things, different love. You don’t know what to do, but you know you have to do something.

“You have to talk to them.” Robin snaps you out of your thoughts. You nod, looking down at your feet. “I know I just.. I don’t want to lose either of them.” You sigh, placing your hands over your face. “I know, they’re both great. I don’t know.. how do you feel about them? Be honest.” She pries, but you know she’s just trying to help. “I like them both, Robin. I know that’s selfish, and I know I need to choose but it feels impossible to pick one without hurting the other, and I don’t know what to do.” you feel sick with anxiety at the thought of losing one of them. Robin comes over, taking a seat next to you on the couch and puts her hand on your shoulder. “You’re not going to lose them, (Y/N). They’re big boys, well.. big stupid boys, but they can take it. It’s better to figure it out now than to string them along, even if you’re not meaning to.” You nod, and groan in frustration. “Who do you feel like is better for you? Who do you find yourself daydreaming about when you’re alone?” Robin pushes. You stop and think.

“Hey, I picked this flower today.” he hands it to you, “it reminded me of you.” You smile widely, taking the flower. “Thank you so much, that’s so sweet.”

“Okay, what are you staring at? Watch the sunset!” You question him, looking at the sunset you both came to watch. “It’s just not nearly as pretty as you.” An embarrassed smile on his face as the words come from his mouth. You giggle loudly, lightly pushing his shoulder, “Oh my god, how cheesy!”

“(Y/N)! Look what I found today!” a boy stumbles into your room, holding up a t-shirt. You cock your brow, eyeing the shirt in his hands. “Is that the one I have?” A huge smile on his face, “Yes! Now we match!” he exclaims, flopping onto your bed.

Then you know.

“Eddie..” A singular word, barely above a whisper, but has enough meaning behind it to change your entire life. Robin nods, giving you a sympathetic smile. Before she has a chance to speak, you grab her, pulling her into a hug. She gasps, confused. “Thank you” you mutter before pulling her back and holding her shoulders. “Thank you so much.”

“I-“ before she can finish, you’re out the door.

“Steve! Can I talk to you?” you yell from the step of your trailer, he turns to you, a smile big enough to break your heart plastered on his face. “Yeah! We’re just about to head out, what’s up?” He strolls towards you.

You take his arm gently, and bring him inside to your room, closing the door behind you. He sits on the bed, as you pace around with shaky hands. He looks confused, “uh.. what’s up?” he speaks up, getting nervous. You turn to face him, “Steve. You know you’re one of my best friends right?” you manage to get out. He nods slowly, unsure of where this is going. You take a deep breath.

“Look-“ you sit next to him on the bed, “You know I care about you, and I never want to lose you as my friend, ever. And I don’t want you to hate me..” you begin. He looks intently into your eyes. “But-“ He cuts you off. “But you like Eddie..” the words come from his mouth like he’s taken them directly from your head. You look down, putting your head in your hands. “I’m sorry, Steve. I’m awful.” He places a hand on your back, reassuringly. “(Y/N), no.. you’re not awful. It’s okay! This isn’t your fault, I know this is hard for you. Him and I haven’t made this very easy for you, I know that. I respect your decision, as hard as it may be for me because.. well.. c’mon it’s Eddie.. but” he laughs lightly towards the end, “but I could never hate you.” You turn and look at him, and he could see the sadness on your face. “Oh c’mere.” he pulls you into a gentle, and caring hug.

When he finally breaks the hug, you both stand. “Look, I’ve gotta get Dustin home, but I promise you everything’s okay.” You look up at him, “Yeah? So, friends?” He laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders as you walk out of your room, “Friends.”

Steve leaves the trailer, to grab Dustin, and before Robin leaves she turns to you, “So everything went okay?” you nod, “Yeah, just make sure he’s okay for me alright?” “Of course, but Dingus will be okay.” she nods, exiting the trailer.

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A few minutes have passed as you stare out the window at Eddie, who is leaned against your car, smoking a cigarette.

You smile to yourself before making your way to the door. When you open it he’s flicking the cigarette away. “Eddie!” you call out, making him turn to you. “Yeah?” he says, a bit confused. Before you know it, your feet have left the steps, running to him. You fling your arms around his neck, and pressing a gentle, yet firm kiss to his lips. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. His eyes widen at your sudden outburst, then his eyes flutter shut before he kisses back passionately, like this kiss is what he needs to stay alive. Wrapping his arms gently around your lower back, pulling you close. When you finally pull away, he smiles, “What was that for?” You shake your head, looking down, and then back up at him. “I just needed to do that.” you tell him and his smile gets bigger. “I’m glad you did.”

As you two make your way to your bedroom, hand in hand, you can’t help but smile up at him. Laying on the bed, he flops down next to you, pulling you into his side. You put your cheek and hand on his chest, tracing small shapes into his shirt. “So what made you do that?” he inquires, softly. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. “Someone asked me who I daydream about when I’m all alone..” he smiles, “and it’s you..” He just smiles in return, grabbing your fingers and placing them to his lips, peppering your hand with kisses.

You lay there in comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other. You listen to his heartbeat, and he matches your breathing. “Do you ever wanna leave Hawkins?” you mutter out, nervous. He just looks down at you, brushing your hair from your face “Yeah, of course.” he whispers, gently. A smile creeps on your face, “Where do you wanna go?” He just smiles, “I’ll go wherever you go, sweetheart.”

You made the right choice.

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I hope y’all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I do apologize it wasn’t super long but I think I did the request I received justice. Apologies to Team Steve.

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- @deefool

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- @iwillduckyou-up

- @ajeff855

- @harrys-tittie

- @peachteastudiess

- @pearlstiare

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #robin buckley

[eli-writes-sometimes]

Eli Writes Sometimes - Updated Intro/Masterpost

Last updated - 23/1/24

UPDATE - I'm on a bit of a writing hiatus, I've been exhausted recently and not had much motivation, so I haven't been writing as much. This blog is now mainly reblogs, but I am hoping to get back into original writing soon when I'm less tired all the time. Thanks for understanding :)

(normal intro below)

Hi! I'm Eli! I write sometimes (as the name would suggest)! I'm trying to be more active here on writblr, so I'm redoing my intro so it's more up to date with what I'm writing now.

About me

My name is Elias, but I go by Eli most of the time

My pronouns are it/he (interchangeable, but please don't just use he/him)

I'm a minor, so please be respectful of that

When not writing, I play the flute and the piccolo

This is the picrew I made my icon with

@ev-enhotterthanyou is the best no 1 fan I could ask for <3

Where to find me

I have a shitpost/fandom blog at @eli-is-an-idiot

Currently planning to upload my stories online somewhere, working on that at the moment, check back soon for an update!

About this blog

As you might have guessed, this is a writblr!

I'm aiming to read and reblog other's writing, as well as posting more of my own original writing

I primarily write fantasy, with a focus on queer characters, found family and magic, as well as stories based on my own experiences

WIPs under the cut

I have a lot of old ideas and rambles about stories on here, so if you see something from a few months ago and don't see it here, I've either given up on it or just not had any ideas for it recently and it felt wrong having it in my intro

Ok with:

Being tagged in tag games - I love these, and I want to try and interact with other people in this community more, so if you want to tag me in anything, please do!

On a similar note, feel free to send me asks or DMs about your WIPs or OCs, or just anything you want to talk about, I'm always happy to listen!

On the other hand, if you want to ask questions about my WIPs, I'd love that :)

Not ok with:

Any kind of hate speech or prejudice

TERFS, transphobes, homophobes, ableists, racists or anyone that doesn't respect other people's existence - unkindly fuck off

Bullying

Entirely NSFW or 18+ blogs (I'm a minor)

Wips and navigation under the cut:

Tags:

There is quite a noticeable pattern in my tags, if you couldn't tell

General writing things - #eli writes sometimes

Things that don't include my writing (including games) - #eli doesnt write sometimes

Tag games - #eli tags sometimes

Ask games - #eli answers sometimes

Art - #eli arts sometimes

Reading- #eli reads sometimes

Each WIP has its own specific tag

WIPs:

I have a lot of old, dead or on-hiatus WIPs, so if you see anything about God of Chaos, Face the Music, For All In-Tents and Purposes or Jason King's Guide to the Supernatural, then those are all old stories of mine that I do want to go back to someday, but these are my main ones:

The Princess, the Pauper, and the Pirate

My main WIP, currently working on it the most and doing a nanowrimo-like challenge where I try to write 50000 words in three months rather than one

Three strangers. Three stories.  When Kai, Vera, and Rune’s paths cross in the middle of the forest, the three of them share stories and swear to help each other, come what may, as allies in a world out to get them. Together, they face everything from pirates to cruel parents, and work to try and take down the system that stacked the cards against them from the start.  Will they succeed, or will they be crushed like everyone else? 

Intro post HERE

Genre - High fantasy

Status - First draft

Specific WIP tag - #wip ppp

Face the Music

My NaNo WIP, I hit 50K and then immediately started working on something else, so there will be stuff about it, but not as much as PPP

When Miles Baldwin, a quiet kid who keeps to himself, is sent to a three-week long music camp, it sounds like a death sentence. But as he meets new friends, including trans boy Finn who is loud and proud about his identity, he starts to come around, even beginning to question his own gender. Irritatingly, not everyone is as open to change as Miles and his friends, and as the music swells and tension builds before the final concert, can Miles come to terms with his identity without falling victim to the bigoted nature of his fellow players?

intro post HERE

Status - First draft

Specific WIP tag - #face the music (I also used #eli does nano 2023 for other nano stuff)

Superlosers

Four roommates, each with a unique power, each with their own set of wildly different personalities. They barely know each other, the rent is due, and an egomaniacal villain is threatening to destroy everything they hold dear - and only they seem to care or want to do anything about it. For the sake of the world, let's hope they can get their priorities straight.

Intro post HERE

Genre - Urban fantasy

Specific WIP tag - #superlosers

The Remnants of Shadows

When beloved Alya Maxwell, renowned pillar of the small community of Blackburn, disappears with only shadows swarming around her house to give any idea of her fate, no one really seems to care, giving up on her as a lost cause.  But two teenagers, both from totally different background and both with their separate reasons for trusting her, don’t accept this, and they begin to dig into what really happened. But when old, buried secrets begin to emerge, how far will any of them go for the truth?

Intro post HERE

Genre - Fantasy

Status - First draft/having a crisis over the plot

Specific WIP tag - #wip tros

That's all for now, thanks for bothering to read this far :)

#eli doesnt write sometimes #intro #writblr intro #writing community #new pinned post lets go

[marvelettesassemblenow]

Colour my heart

Pairing: Steve x F Reader 

Summary: Steve picked up an old hobby – and it might helped that he was looking forward to see the woman selling the art supplies 

Warnings: a robbery (nothing graphic, Steve just enters the crime scene and reader tells shortly about it), jealous Steve who might pulls his rank 

Word Count: ~2.6k 

A/N: Covid sucks – but it kind of gave me the time to finally finish one WIP. Also thanks to Nika @intrepidacious who pushed me to continue writing 

In his youth Steve had loved drawing. He collected old stumps of pencils and sharpened them until he finally couldn’t hold them anymore. Even then he used the last of the pencil lead to shade something. It was hard for him to get new drawing materials, but it always brought him comfort. 

Now there were many more colours and pens he could use. Currently he was trying his luck with oil painting. A few months ago, he had given graphite chalk a try, but he wasn’t really confident with what had appeared on the paper. And there might have been another reason for always trying new stuff. 

„Hey Steve,“ a voice greeted him when he opened the door to the art supply store and a few seconds later the sound from the street was silenced and he could only make out the soft music that was playing in the background. His nose was filled with smells of fresh paint and he saw you with a brush in your hand at the counter. 

„Hey sweetheart,“ he greeted you with a smile on his lips. The first time he had called you that it had been an accident and he had been mortified, but you didn’t complain and he thought he had seen a small smile on your face so he was brave and stuck to his new nickname for you. 

„How are the oils treating you? Better than the chalk?“ you asked and put away the brush to give him your full attention. 

„Better than the chalk, but I’m still not sure,“ he said and walked over. „Wanted to pick up a few more colours though.“ 

„Yeah, you know where they are. Or do you want my opinion?“ you offered, not wanting to overstep anything. 

„I’ll take a look. I know where to find you, if I need your help.“ You nodded and he walked over to the station where the colours were. It didn’t take him long to find the colours he was missing. The shade of blue wasn’t the exact one he had in mind, but if he would mix them with the darker blue, he was sure he could create the colour of the shirt you had been wearing last week. But this was just a coincidence because he really had liked that colour on you. He strolled a little bit more through the store until he made his way back to you. 

„Quiet day?“ he asked once he reached his destination.  

„Yep, but it’s only the quiet before the storm. Tomorrow is Wednesday so the senior citizen group will make their biweekly visit. And we’ll get lots of new stuff tomorrow, so enjoy it while it lasts,“ you explained with a little laugh and Steve nodded as if he knew exactly what you were talking about. 

It was about five minutes until your usual Wednesday group would arrive and you were busy moving the boxes that had just been delivered so they could at least walk into the store without bumping into them when the bell above the entrance told you you had a customer. 

„Hello, welcome to... Steve?“ you asked confused as you had seen him just yesterday. 

„Hey sweetheart, I just wanted to drop something off. You mentioned you had a busy day today, so, I ugh brought you some coffee.“ He rubbed his neck nervously, but you found it endearing. „I thought about getting you one from the café around the corner, but I didn’t know what you liked and we have a really good coffee machine. You know Tony, always buying the best,“ at this point he was only rambling. Of course you didn’t know Tony! The only other Avenger that you knew was Bucky and that was only because he came in with Steve when he decided to start drawing again. „So I hope you like it and the label said it should stay warm for a few hours, so even if you don’t have time to drink it immediately it should stay warm,“ he placed a coffee mug on the counter. You spotted some pink on the mug and took a closer look. Homemade Coffee Therapy stood there in black letters and you blinked a few times. 

„Thank you so much, Steve. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it so much!" Before you could collect your thoughts, the bell rang again and the group entered the shop. Steve took it as his sign to leave and waved at you – after he held open the door for the older people and left. 

„What a handsome gentleman,“ Betty said and eyed the mug that was still standing on the counter before you quickly put it behind. 

That wasn’t the only time Steve brought you coffee. The next time he came over he handed you a mug – black, used but clean and without a sticker at the bottom that told you it was a new purchase. He traded it with the pinkish one and asked you if he should change the coffee. And after some time, Steve brought two coffees. One in a black mug for him and another on for you in a more colourful one. 

„Hey,“ you greeted him with more enthusiasm. The bag with the washed coffee mugs was already standing behind the counter as Steve came in almost every Tuesday. 

In return you were greeted with a big smile and the nickname you came to love. After exchanging pleasantries, you told him about an upcoming art class in the store. „If you want there’s still room. They’re using oil colours to learn a wet in wet technique.“ 

„Will you be there?“ he asked, which caused you to nod in reply. „Then you can count me in.“ 

„I didn’t even tell you the date,“ you laughed and after making sure that he was free that day, he told you he’d come again. 

“Oh, this looks good,” he heard your voice behind him. You were quiet as you didn’t want to disturb the other painters, but you had to make sure that Steve know you liked what you saw. His shoulders dropped. 

“This is nothing what hers looks like.” He sounded defeated. And when does Captain America sound defeated? Not that you could remember, so you just had to make sure that Steve knew that his was just as good – if not better. You bent forwards so your lips were near his ear, so he would hear you. 

“It isn’t supposed to look like hers. This class is to learn how to use the colours. How you can blend them and you can create whatever you want with it. This is the beauty in art. It isn’t supposed to be a certain way. You can do whatever you want with it. There isn’t a right or wrong way. These are only pointers and I really like what you did with it,” you said and pressed his shoulder. It did take you some self-control to not press your lips against his cheek. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” And he didn’t sound as sad as before. “I’ll stay and help you clean afterwards. Maybe we could grab something to eat at the café the street down?” 

“Psssshh,” the woman next to Steve made and he excused himself, but you couldn’t help to whisper that you’d love to get something to eat with him. 

The café was pretty empty and you managed to pay for Steves order as well. He tried to protest but you told him he brought you coffee each week so you wanted to give him something too. The both of you took a seat in the corner of the room where you wouldn’t be disturbed. 

“Tell me something about you that I don’t know. What made you pick up painting again?” you asked once your first hunger was sated. 

“Oh that’s actually... Will it stay between us?” he asked and turned a little bit more serious. 

“Oh, of course,” you said and put your fork down. You had thought it was an easy start into a conversation. 

“I’m about to step a little bit down. I’ll hand over the shield, it’ll be a slow transition. I’ll still be an Avenger and I’ll still work, but I do have some more free time and Bucky thought it would have been a nice way to calm down and pick up an old hobby.” 

“Wow,” you said not expecting that. “And is that okay for you?” 

“Yeah, I feel like its time. I’ve done this for a while and I’m kind of tired. And I’m sure they need someone else. Someone from this time, who gets them. Who knows their problems and I think Sam is exactly the person they need.” He said and you had no doubt about that he meant it. 

“As long as you are happy.” 

“I’m starting to get there,” he smiled at you and you picked up your fork again. 

“Are you okay?” Steve was out of breath once he reached you. If the door hadn’t been open Bucky would have been afraid that Steve would have ripped it out. He didn’t have any eyes for the police officer standing next to you or the other persons in the room, his only focus was on you. 

“Steve,” you breathed. “What are you doing here?” If Steve wouldn’t have known you by now, he wouldn’t have noticed the light tremor that accomplished your voice. 

“Are you okay?” he asked again once he reached out to you and his big hand cupped your face which cause you to feel safe. 

“Yeah, I am,” you said but he wasn’t reassured. 

“Sir, this is a crime scene,” the police officer next to you interrupted and it caused Steve to go rigid. He straightened his back, pushed out his breast and put on his Captain America face. 

“It’s Captain to you and I am very aware of that, so I’m making sure that my girl is okay. I’m sure you will understand that, officer.” The stare he was giving the other man didn’t let him much choice other than to nod and take a step back. Despite his harsh behavior the hand on your cheek was still soft and his thumb was slightly stroking you skin. 

“I’ll ask you for the last time and I’ll expect an honest answer, sweetheart. Are you okay?” The way he stood in front of you made you feel safe as he was shielding you from most of the gazes. 

“A little shaken,” you admitted. 

“Okay, I’ll get you out of here,” he said softly. “She’s done here today,” Steve said loudly and took a look at the office who had spoken to him before. 

“Sir,” he started, but a gaze from Steve let him change the title. “Captain, we’re not done here.” 

“But she is. If you have further questions send them to me,” he said and started to push you towards the exit. 

“Steve, my bag,” you started to protest. 

“Buck, will you grab it? It’s behind the desk.” 

“Of course, pal. I’ll catch up to you,” his friend agreed and because he was so focused on you, he didn’t even see the smirk that was sitting on his face after he knew you were alright. Oh, Steve didn’t even know how deep he was in. But Bucky had a slight idea. He wasn’t even sure that the two of you were aware that you were holding hands when he caught up towards you. 

“Why were you even there?” he heard your voice once he fell into step next to Steve – which made it almost impossible for anyone else to walk on that sidewalk. 

“It’s Tuesday, I was on my way to you to bring the coffee,” he said but stopped when he spotted some shards on the floor. 

“Is that my mug?” You stopped and picked up the shards before someone would injure themselves. 

“Actually, we were on our way to deliver a coffee order when we heard the news about a robbery in a bypassing police car and Steve recognized the address and then there was no stopping him and nothing to do to save the mugs,” Bucky told you without an ounce of shame to rat out his friend and his worry about you, but held out his hands to take the pieces from your hand to drop them in the next trash can. “But at least you’re okay,” he added to make sure that you were more important than a cup. “What happened?” he asked. 

“Buck,” Steve warned, but you said it was okay and told them about a robbery that had happened in the store. “A craft store? Who would rob out a craft store? I mean he got like 100 bucks from the cash register and he took like three pens that were lying on the table. Who does that?” 

You didn’t realize it yet, but you had reached the Avengers tower. Steve navigated you through the hall and towards the elevator until you reached the floor. “I’ll grab you some water and something with sugar,” Bucky said and Steve lead you towards his room. Steve’s room was not what you had expected. You knew that he was painting – he was buying supplies at your place a lot. But you weren’t ready to see his art that was in front of his window. 

“Steve, these are... You told me you didn’t like painting with the chalks but this is beautiful,” you said not being able to express what you felt when you saw his art. 

Steve had some people who saw his art. They were like “This is nice”, “I like that colour” and that was it. But having you seeing it meant a lot more to him. You were busy looking at the pictures so you didn’t notice Bucky coming towards the room. He pushed a glass of water and a chocolate bar in Steves hand, placed your bag that he still carried next to the door, winked at Steve and closed the door after him. 

Steve walked over to you and handed you the glass of water. “Thank you,” you replied and took a huge sip while you still looked at that painting that had caught your eyes. It was of a building and it featured a person with a very blue shirt. He might have thought of you, but it wasn’t noticeable in the painting. 

“You said something in the store. You actually called me your girl and I wanted to ask if that was only to get me out of there or if you meant it?” You quickly took another sip of water as not to show how nervous you were. 

“I did?” You face fell at Steve’s question. “I mean, I didn’t notice I did that. I’m sorry if I overstepped, I should have asked you out first,” he mumbled and the chocolate bar started to melt inside the wrapper as Steve’s body temperature and his grip tightened around it. 

“You could still ask,” you offered. 

“Would you say yes?” 

“You’re asking me if I would say yes to a date with the handsome man that brings me coffee every Tuesday? You mean the man that makes me look forward to the second day in the week although I do have to do inventory of the materials which is the most boring part of my job? Of course I would say yes. I would take any chance to spend time with him.” You searched for a safe place to place your cup down. 

“So, should I cook something for you? I heard my Mac ’n’ Cheese is mean,” he held out his hand to you and realized only when you wanted to take it that he still held that chocolate in his hand. You took it from him and placed it next to the water. 

“I’ll be the judge of that, but lead the way,” you grabbed his hand and both of you left his apartment for your first kind of official date – because Steve still hadn’t officially asked. 

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I wrote this all out while pretending to work and actually working so it’s a little all over the place. But now I’m laughing reading it back because it genuinely looks like one of the “check up” texts I send to mom/dad about my brother. Minus the qaf related topics at the end. Anyway, hi! Hope you’re doing well and had a good start of the week! And now back to the idiot I’m related to:

Take a guess who has been listening to Lover’s spit sincere yesterday? I’m talking sitting outside, drinking his coffee while it’s absolutely freezing and listening to Lover’s spit like he’s in some sad music video. (Btw the songs he listened to were Lover’s spit, you look so fine (which was in like s1 so he was really going through it), Save the last dance, Here nor there and true faith. And this was on a loop!) And the only thing he has “said” to me so far is just a simple lip smack with a side eye whenever he looks at me. So i’d say he is doing as expected but he’s also upset with me for making him like the show (bc yeah, i did that. I made him have a crush on Brian)

He also has bunch of doctor check ups today and I can only drop him off and later pick him up since my work is hectic since holiday’s are coming up. And ngl i am keeping all the doctors and nurses in my thoughts today. Usually (even tho it doesn’t look like it) i stop him or at least limit his ramblings so i have no clue how today will go. He might surprise me and behaves like an adult. Also he said that he barely slept overnight because he kept thinking about what could happen in the last 3 episodes and in case you wanted to know, he told me that through the cat. As in ‘Brian, guess who didn’t sleep today cause of Justin and the other Brian? That’s right, me’ and yes, it was said in a baby voice. I did also get a text from his friend asking me if he’s doing okay cause apparently he sent him a voice memo “talking about Brian and how he’s really worried about him” and my brother has absolutely no memory of even sending that. All this is just after 5x09. I am mentally not prepared for him after the finale.

But to answer some of your questions since I didn’t have the chance to yesterday: He only watches the American RuPaul. And he watched season 5 because of Jinkx (on Saturday he watched the video they did with Trixie a few years ago so he started to miss them). And yes, he has managed to drag the entire family into qaf although grandma has no fucking clue what or who he’s talking about so she just nods her head and smiles. And grandpa only knows about it through grandma who is even less reliable than my brother. But he is very happy that he found a hobby even tho at first he thought Brian was his friend. So basically: yes, he has made it everyone’s problem.

And you saying he’s just like Debbie if she was a man made me laugh so hard cause I’ve been thinking the same thing! Im glad someone agrees with me. And I’m happy(?) to report that 3 of our cousins and our aunt(!) actually got in trouble with our grandpa because it turns out they had bets going on if he’ll figure out by the end of the show that he might be a little queer. And then during a family dinner last week it was revealed that it was our uncle who was the one behind the bets and it was his husband who exposed him (yes the uncles whose wedding he went to with rainbow hair). And no it was not cause he thought the bets were immature but because my uncle didn’t let him be in charge with him. So I’d say the whole family is kinda waiting to see what happens and also treating it like their personal entertainment since we do tend to be more chill with these topics (which is such a huge blessing and we really are lucky about the fact that they dont even bat an eye at anything queer related including coming outs). Also I honestly have no idea how he will react to the proposal. I keep trying to think about it and I can never pinpoint his reaction. His reaction to the comic book was as if he saw the worst thing ever so we shall see. Which tbh same, i always hated that cover story :/

As for the Gale/Randy/Hal thing: first of, I didn’t expect that people were going to later talk about it to you so i hope I didn’t cause problems for you of any kind. But I do admit that even years later, it’s still a topic that has me curious since we know so little and since the lack of social media meant they (aka hal) was shady in interviews. Who does that omg? But also: i was so shocked when he said that. Wish you could see him cause he really had that look in his eyes as if he was there and saw them arguing every day and had inside knowledge and like I was the one who didn’t know anything about qaf. You could literally see the wheels turning in his head trying to figure out if he was right or not. I do wonder how he will feel about it once I tell him the little info I know about.

Btw, im glad to hear you cat is doing well. It is the absolute worst when an animal is sick since they can’t tell you what’s wrong. So please give Emmett some kisses and pets!

Oh and the most important part: your little teasers about your fic are making me lose my mind. Nonbinary Gus?! Older Brian?? I might lose my mind completely when i get the chance to read it.

Anon! I was just texting Europe about your brother. It’s now 12:45 as I start to write this and look:

I’m so glad you wrote because I wanted to remind you and let you make a decision based on whether he’s been paying attention to the titles.

I’m sorry I find it so funny he’s angry with YOI for making him care so much about this show and fall in love with Brian. It’s like when my dogs are mad at me for the rain. (If you’re doing math I have 2 dogs, 2 cats, all rescues because some lesbian stereotypes are accurate.)

Your family is taking bets about whether your brother is going to come out as so form of queer? I love that! Way better than the qaf family taking bets about how long Justin and Brian were going to last.

Don’t worry about mentioning the drama from the cast! I’m still so impressed with how insightful your brother is and how much he’s picked up on everything that the fandom discusses at length. The dynamics between the cast were bound to be one.

Emmett the cat continues to do well and come back from poor pathetic sickly mewmew to absolute bastard of a cat. We love to see it.

I am hoping to start posting my fic next week. I was hoping to have more done but oh well! I need the pressure of readers to focus lol. I’m so glad you’re excited!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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Mini fic ask game thing: dealer’s choice for #11

things you said when you were drunk, korrasami

One of the advantages of living with a waterbender, Asami mused, was that you never ran out of ice. Although, as she'd found out the hard way, you did have to be specific as to what you wanted freezing after a certain point in the evening. It hadn't entirely been Korra's fault Asami had to admit; someone who at that point had had minimal experience of living with indoor plumbing and was completely hammered couldn't really be blamed for deciding to freeze the tap so that they could get ice on demand. The plumber had found it funnier than she had at the time.

The music and the rumble of conversation were still audible as Asami mixed up another pitcher of Kyoshi Island Ice Tea. It had been a hard few months, and they were finally all under the same roof again, without any imminent threats. A Equalist revival movement in Republic city, some acolytes of Unalaq in the North, some rowdy spirits in the East, they'd more than earned a night to blow off steam.

"no, no, seriously!" Korra's voice was just a smidge too loud, a clear sign the drinks were beginning to take effect. "I mean it!" "And you meant it a couple of months ago, but here we are!" Mako replied, tone fond. "Face it Kor," Bolin chimed in, "When it comes to this you're a big ol' chicken." "I..." Korra huffed. "Yeah, yeah ok. I am. Like, one day she's going to wake up and realise she doesn't have to settle for me, right?" Asami was grateful for the chorus of objections. "Settle my ass," Opal scoffed. "She could have anyone!" Korra protested. "Anyone except me," Bolin added. "Yeah, ok, fair, anyone except you two because you're mushy and sweet together." Korra conceded. "But like...I don't have a job and I don't really understand how the toaster works cos the White Lotus never taught me about electricty and I'm trying because Asami's job is like...electricity and stuff...but it turns out you've got to learn other stuff before you can learn stuff which is just unfair...she's just perfect. I love her, you know?" "Yes, Korra. We know." Opal sounded amused. "And we know she loves you too. You're not subtle about it." "So you think I should do it? I should ask her to marry me?"

Asami nearly dropped the pitcher.

"Obviously," Mako said. "We've been all for it since before you first started rambling about it. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not right now! Make it something at least a little special, not like you're asking for her to get more snacks!" "Good plan. Although we should also get more snacks."

Asami took a moment to try wipe the smile off her face, grabbing a pack of Korra's favourite seaweed crisps in her free hand before rejoining them in the living room. "Refills!"

There was a spare seat next to Korra on the sofa, but Asami, hostly duties complete, opted to plonk herself on Korra's lap instead, pulling her in for a kiss. "What was that for?" Korra asked a little dopily, hair sticking up at odd angles from where Asami's fingers had run through it. "For being you."

She ignored the looks from the others. They'd not ratted her out for having almost the same conversation a few weeks back, after all.

#ask spud #spud answers #abronzeagegod #spud scrawls #korrasami #sorry for the delay #been trying to get myself back in the habit

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will and eddie being friends headcanons:

- eddie ADORES his art. paintings, drawings, whatever he's into at the moment, eddie's always gonna tell him how cool it is and how much he loves it

- they're both DnD obsessed nerds and that's definitely what most of their time together is spent doing. making new characters, coming up with the story for the rest of the hellfire club. eddie always goes hard with the drama and gore and tragedy and fights and will is more into the fantastical elements and chatacter relations and aesthetic choices for the worlds and stuff. so together they come up with the most awesome campaigns

- will LOVES drawing/painting their ideas. and eddie sometimes asks him for specific art too and always wants to see the stuff will did on his own. he definitely drew everyone's characters and loves coming up with like locations where their stories take place and then when they play they put his drawings on the table for the Atmosphere

- eddie loves seeing how the always quiet and timid will becomes passionate and excited and dramatic during their DnD sessions

- but at one point he realizes that will is like that with him even when they're not playing and it's because will feels like he can really be himself around him and trust him and he knows he won't make fun of him or make him feel bad for being annoying or taking up space

- i think will tells him that as well at one point. eddie definitely cries a bit when he goes to sleep that night

- a part of it is definitely the Queer Solidarity™ eddie notices right away but he's Sure after a few weeks of observing the way he acts around Mike. so they definitely have a talk. i think eddie would either nonchalantly mention a past male crush/lover or work it somehow into DnD talk. like 'this is the character i came up with years ago and this is his husband, who later dramatically dies in his arms after saving the kingdom' or something. the conversation is slightly awkward and eddie doesn't pressure will into saying anything really but he just wanted him to know that it's okay and he's not alone

- helps him with the mike stuff for sure. they come up with a secret codename so it's not suspicious to others

- eddie really helps will stand up for himself more and just be a bit more confident

- maybe before the coming out thing they have a similar talk to the one will had with Jonathan about being a freak. he needed to hear it again, that it's okay to be different, this time from The Freak of hawkins high

- he's will's personal bodyguard. if anyone is mean to him or bullies him he definitely makes sure it never happens again

- joyce LOVES him. he becomes attached to her too because he never had a stable mother figure in his life and she's the nicest mom in hawkins. she's glad someone's looking out for her boy now that Jonathan's in college (Eddie's on really good terms with him as well), maybe he drives him from/to school sometimes. she invites him to dinner at least once a week

- eddie makes will draw some design he's been thinking of for a while. eddie loves it and will doesn't think much of it except that it's really cool and he's glad eddie likes what he did with it. and then when he comes to hellfire one afternoon he almost has a heart attack because that's HIS picture on EDDIE'S ARM

- and eddie's just so excited. he didn't tell him that he's gonna get it tattooed because he knew will would protest but eddie really wanted this and would do it anyway so he just asks for forgiveness and not permission

- will just. does not comprehend. but eventually after he questions Eddie's sanity for a few minutes he just. hugs him.

- eddie tries to get will into metal and mischief. it works partially, will likes some of the songs but still prefers Jonathan's music taste. but he's always gonna listen to anything eddie brings him because he loves how excited he is about showing him so of course he's gonna let him ramble about his favourite bands for hours.

- I don't think will would be really open to trying beer/weed/cigarettes/other drugs and Eddie's honestly glad, he always offers it as a joke. he tries drinking beer one (1) time but it's gross

- eddie lends him his jacket one time and he does feel pretty cool in it. I don't really think will would be brave enough to explore his style in any big ways but i think eddie notices will's interest in his fashions. so he gets will a cool ring for his birthday and he's always happy when he sees him wearing it to school

- i don't think will would really come to his concerts (or that Joyce would let him) but he does enjoy seeing him practice on the guitar. maybe he tries it out a few times too. or helps him write songs for corroded coffin

- they're just. they would love each other and i hate the duffer brothers for not even letting them meet

#eddie munson #will byers #joyce byers #jonathan byers #stranger things #st4 #st #stranger things headcanons