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I was re-reading your works and then the 'how Ateez would confess to you inspired me!'
I was thinking: how would Ateez tell the other members you're dating!
You- you were rereading my works TIME TO CRY 🥹😭🥰 that means the world!!! Ok but in all related topics I have definite thoughts on this LET’S GOOOOOO
How Ateez Tell the Other Members You’re Dating
Hongjoong
It’s the biggest deal for him honestly because he’s the captain and all. It’s all well within his rights and Hongjoong feels strongly about you otherwise he wouldn’t be pursuing this, but still he has a duty to serve as an example for everyone.
He sits down with you first, looking so serious as he resides across from you in his wheeled office chair. You can’t help the sympathetic fall of your face as his deep brown eyes bore into you. But when he twists in his seat, cushion rotating beneath him, and asks how you’d feel about telling the guys, your expression turns to a smile. The excitement you wear is infectious and soon your hands are joined as if to transfer warm strength and energy while you plan the moment.
The next week, all of Ateez was gathered by their captain, who you agreed to lead the conversation as the group’s leading figure, but you stayed firmly by his side. He couldn’t have done it without you.
“I just wanted to tell you guys that as we’ve gotten to know each other,” Hongjoong began, leaning one hand on the edge of the table in the room as the other brushed yours at his side, “(y/n) and I, well, we’re more than friends.”
The other seven men all burst into choruses of excitement, teasing, and far more I knew its than you two had anticipated, your heart flipping at the thought of your chemistry being so obvious.
While Wooyoung and San made jokes to Hongjoong, Jongho and Yeosang stayed by you with soft smiles.
“Hongjoong needs someone like you. I’m glad you’re here to make him happy,” Ateez’s maknae tells you, and all you can do is rest a hand on his shoulder and smile, your other one finally falling into your boyfriend’s in front of everybody.
“Why were you so professional about it?” You heard Wooyoung laughing, totally interrupting the sweet moment. "And what did you mean by more than just friends, are you best friends?"
Ah, Ateez. How you loved your boyfriend’s crazy family.
Seonghwa
“Hey, you and (y/n) should date!” A comment from Mingi is all it takes for the walls of secrecy to begin to fall.
“Uh,” Seonghwa plays dumb, “why?”
“Because,” Mingi begins rambling, eyes wide and shiny like something out of an anime, “you guys always play legos together and (y/n) actually listens to all your ASMRs and-”
At this, Ateez’s eldest holds up a hand. “We don’t play legos, we build them. And besides, I’ve built them with San too. Should I date San?” At the mere ridiculous thought, an honest, not even nervous laugh escapes him. San is great and all, but ew.
“Noooo,” Mingi insists, “it’s different with you and (y/n). The way you look at each other and the way you laugh is so cute! I bet you anything if you had feelings they’d be returned! Just confess! Date!-”. Mingi inhales, probably about to add ‘kiss!’ or something, when Seonghwa cuts him off again, chuckling and shaking his head. This is how it is with kids, huh?
“Alright,” he nods, “fine. You’re right. I’ll confess and we’ll date. Guess you could tell how much I like (y/n), didn’t you?” Seonghwa adds with a chuckle. Stars in his eyes, Mingi nods, commenting something about Hongjoong suspecting too, and Seonghwa heads back to the other room out of the hall to where you were.
“Hey, (y/n)?” Seonghwa’s heart melts immediately at the way your head cocks like a little puppy when you hear his voice.
“Yes?” You reply.
“I really like you. We should date.”
“Oh, yeah?” You giggle at what you take as a joke, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Well,” you kiss his cheek, “I accept.”
“Did it work? I saw you guys kiss! It worked, huh?” The tall rapper called from down the hall.
“Oh,” you giggle again, “I didn’t know someone was watching.”
“Yeah, Mingi seems to think we’re perfect for each other.”
Still holding Seonghwa’s side with one hand, you cup the other around your mouth to call back, “Well, I agree, Mingi! That’s why we’re already dating!”
“WHAT?!?!” Mingi yells and San’s head pops out of a doorway shouting the same thing.
Yeah, cat’s definitely out of the bag now.
Yunho
There was no one else he'd rather do this with. Yunho had chosen you to be his partner for a new dance routine he wanted to practice, a close couples' performance that has him smiling cheekily just watching it. Even if it's not seen on a large stage, it's a development in his skills as well as something he hopes you'll enjoy together.
You were in the practice room going over a section of the routine when Seonghwa walks through the door. Yunho doesn't seem to notice or mind, still gliding over the shining wood floor with you, hand brushing your skin as he turned you, pulling you closer to him. When you turned out of the stance, that's when he seemed to finally notice his eldest hyung, who gaped a bit at the two of you.
"Oh, sorry, you weren't filming, right?"
"N-no," Yunho stammered from behind you. You could feel his heart beating fast against you from nerves and exertion.
"Oh, ok. What made you choose this routine?" He asked, cocking a brow and smiling faintly, eyes fixed on your boyfriend.
"Well, we were going to, er, perform it for everyone?"
"What a way to reveal that," Seonghwa teased.
"Wait, reveal what?" You stepped forward away from Yunho, spell broken as you played dumb.
"Don't worry," Seonghwa winked, crossing the practice room to pluck up the water bottle he'd left behind, "I'll act surprised when I see it. I love the dramatic flair! Keep that spin in your routine for sure."
"Thank you," Yunho told him earnestly, clapping him on the shoulder, "and we definitely will."
"But don't be so sexy, we'll all cringe! Our poor (y/n)!"
Yunho and you just exchanged smiles at the way he was more protective over you than him.
Yeosang
You're sitting at Yeosang’s side, knee brushing his just slightly. Reaching over, you steal a fluffy handful of popcorn out of his bowl, which he just glances down at, brow furrowing in confusion. Giggling, you pop one piece into your mouth and hold out another for him, which he accepts.
Ateez is over for a movie night with you, your boyfriend seated firmly at your side, conveniently providing a supply of snacks only you'll be allowed to filch from. Don't we all love partner privilege? You sure do, especially when it provides justified, unadulterated Yeosang cuddle time.
Speaking of which, his arm winds around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder. Drinking in the warmth, you almost lose yourself in it all, the feeling of the blanket on your lap and his cheek against yours. But then...
"Uh, Yeosang?" You whisper beneath the sway of film orchestra and dialogue.
"Yes?" His breath fans your neck as he speaks before he sits up slightly against you, guarding the popcorn from spilling as he kisses your cheek once, twice.
"Hongjoong is staring at us."
"So what?" He hums dreamily.
"So, I think he's going to have some questions for us."
Sure enough, after the movie's climax, Ateez's captain approaches your couch, arms folding at his middle. "Uh, hey, I'm sorry if this is intrusive, but is there something you haven't told us?"
"Nice going," you tease Yeosang, elbowing his side.
"What," he asks innocently, "I was just enjoying the movie!"
"Oh, yeah? Well, I wish I had a 'movie' to enjoy, too!" San teases him too, pulling him into a bro hug.
"Yay, new Ateez member!" Mingi exclaims, hugging you from the other side.
"Don't break his heart," Wooyoung adds.
"Why, because I already broke yours stealing Yeosang?"
"Exactly," Wooyoung fake-cries.
When you glance back at your boyfriend, he's looking at you, the way Ateez are like brothers to you too, fondly. You two really are just extensions of each other.
San
You guys don’t really get a chance to sit down with everyone and formally discuss them due to a certain turn of events…
All of Ateez are visiting your place just to have one chill day in their lives- your words, not theirs. The rest of the guys don’t know you and San are dating; it’s pretty new, and though San told you they keep joking about his crush on you, he never gave it up without you.
You feel a hand rest upon your arm; turning, you know it’s San. “(y/n), how would you feel about telling everyone while we’re gathered today? I’d really like everyone to know so I can show you off and give you my love around everyone special to me!”
Your heart melts at his words. “Of course we can,” you nod, “I would love that. I love you.” And as you gaze into those warm brown eyes, your chest swells with fondness, with shared sweet, floaty emotions that have San leaning forward into a kiss.
Not that you’re in a rush to pull away, but you push back to separate your lips first, a jolt of shock having struck your head. “Wait, San, did you forget where we-”
“Oh. My. God!” As if on cue, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Jongho shuffled back into the room, wide-eyed in Yeosang’s case, gaping-mouthed in Wooyoung’s, and smirking in amusement in Jongho’s. “When did this happen?”
“Uh,” you stuttered, glancing at San for help and breaking back into a smile when he took your hand warmly, “surprise?”
Mingi
“What if they don’t want you dating someone?”
“Then I don’t care,” Mingi replies immediately, eyes hard with determination, “and besides, we don’t have a ban and I know they like you. They won’t mind. They’re like my family, remember?”
You nod, but still a nervous chuckle escapes you. “Well, yeah, I’m nervous about talking to them too.”
“Well don’t be. It would be impossible for them not to love you.” Pulling you a little closer with the hand he had resting on your shoulder, Mingi presses a kiss to your forehead.
Mingi’s big heart never fails to cheer yours back up. Resting your head on his shoulder, you nod again faintly. “Your confidence means a lot. Let’s go.”
“Let’s go,” he repeats, allowing you to trail behind him as you meet up with the rest of the guys.
They all smile and wave when they see you, two of them even making their way to you. As you chat with Seonghwa and Yunho, you realize that the guys have been treating you like one of them for a while now, and your resolve grows.
“Hey guys,” Mingi calls out, and you shuffle subconsciously closer to his side, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’m the luckiest man in the world!”
“Uh, glad you feel that way?” Yeosang shrugs. “What’s brought this on?”
“(y/n) and I are a couple!” He replies dreamily, wrapping his arms around you.
The guys immediately cheer, Hongjoong regarding him with wide eyes and clapping his shoulder, Jongho shaking your hand like you guys had been bros forever.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” Yeosang teased, “how’d you manage to pull someone like (y/n)?”
Mingi just giggled at that before whispering to you, “See? I told you they love you. Just not as much as I do.”
Wooyoung
We all know this man is going to be conspicuous, we just do. It’s not so much something Wooyoung schemes how to break to the others, but wonders how he can brag about it properly.
It starts with a squabble, trivial words of argument bouncing between close friends in their home. “Well, Jongho can hit the highest notes!”
“What does that have to do with who’s the best dancer?” Yunho asked.
“Nothing, I just thought we should appreciate everyone instead of being stupid about people’s talents.”
“But who do you think is the best?” Mingi shot the question over, turning on his couch cushion to face you. “I can do the best body rolls!”
“But Yunho does more choreography,” Hongjoong pointed out.
“Well,” surely at the lack of attention, Wooyoung suddenly stood up, pulling you with him, “you know what I can do? This!” With no other warning, Wooyoung took you in his arms, dipping you and drawing you forth into his lips, one hand firm against the small of your back.
“Wooyoung, I-” You started, suddenly lost for words as he grinned down at you, then back to the room of your flabbergasted friends. “Shouldn’t we have told them first?”
“I just did. I win, everyone! (y/n)’s mine!” Joining your hands, he hoisted them up like an Olympic medalist.
Jongho
Frankly, he doesn’t want to make a big production out of telling them, and you don’t relish the idea of an awkward conversational spotlight either. Thus, together you decide to just proceed as normal until they figure it out.
You’re a friend to all eight members, so you go out with Jongho and his seven bros one day shortly after you two became a couple. You guys are actually in the amusement park when Jongho and you just shrug and take each other’s hand, wondering if the others will even notice as your fingers interlace. They do, but they’re so dense they sort of start muttering to each other like “That’s new isn’t it?”.
Well, whatever for them, you two shrug and smile laughingly to each other as Jongho lets go of your hand, placing a gift shop headband on you and asking your permission for a photo, which you grant him. You and Jongho remain in front of the group with your joined hands raising whatever they did- who cared? You can't help the mischievous laughter that keeps escaping you as you wind through colorful displays together, off in your own world even as the other guys invite you onto rides with them, even wanting to sit next to you or Jongho.
He buys you a bracelet at one point, slipping it around your wrist with a soft smile. Yeosang raises an eyebrow, but also smiles and asks his younger bro if he can have a bracelet, too, prompting some three-way banter.
The biggest ‘tell’ you and Jongho leave is when you finally reach the crest of the highest roller coaster hill and, grinning, lean in for a kiss before you drop, the two members behind you screaming even louder at the sight. No one even has time to recover from the vertigo before Wooyoung and Yunho are scrambling to the others, shouting and stammering up a whole mess about their maknae and you.
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez reactions#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#mingiscrown#requested
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the new boy
paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader
cw : fluff
summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.
You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.
He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.
"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"
"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.
Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.
"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"
"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."
As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.
You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.
✁ ..time cut..
Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.
“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.
Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.
"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.
“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.
It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.
ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…
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Fives, Tup, and Dogma in a fort!
Soooo sorry about last week, I've been ridiculously busy, but we're back to my usual weekly Sunday updates of Raising Dominoes for the foreseeable future!
Anyways, here is Chapter 8 - Furniture and Forts. It was mostly just an excuse to draw the boys in a blanket fort :)
Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 07 Next chapter: 09
Summary: Tup and Dogma help Fives set up his new room before a power outage frightens them.
CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, panic attacks, power outages
Chapter 8 - Furniture and Forts
Fives had not been able to fall back asleep after his nightmare, so after Cody left they spent the rest of the morning playing with the toys that Rex had bought the day before. At first Fives seemed to have trouble with the concept of playing. He would just sit in front of the toys staring at them blankly until Rex told him to do something specific with them, at which point he would comply, but after a while he seemed to get the gist of it. He began to make up little scenarios with the action figures and would have them battle each other.
It did not sit well with Rex that fighting seemed to be the only thing his son knew well enough to recreate in play, but Fives did seem to be having fun, so he tried not to intervene. Well, he might have been trying to coax Fives into helping him build a racetrack out of Legos for the matchbox cars, but the boy was too busy bashing the small plastic soldiers together and making blaster noises to notice.
By early afternoon Fives seemed to be running out of energy. The workers also arrived to deliver the boys’ furniture, so Rex turned the TV on to a random cartoon channel and let Fives curl up on the couch and watch it while he helped the guys set up the room.
When they were done the workers left and Rex found Fives still watching the show. He had hoped the boy would have fallen asleep, but he supposed it had probably been a little loud for that.
“Hey, buddy,” Rex sank down on the couch next to Fives.
Fives quickly turned his attention to Rex, television forgotten, “Are they done? Can I see?”
Rex chuckled, “Yep.”
Fives grinned and jumped up. He ran to his new room and stopped in the doorway. Rex joined him.
The furniture was all from the same set, so every piece had the same dark stained wood. It was a little weird to see the room with just furniture and no decorations, but Fives did not seem to mind. The kid was practically trembling with excitement.
Each side of the room had a bed with a bare mattress sitting in the far corner, and a nightstand, desk, dresser, and bookshelf up against the wall. Fives looked up at Rex, “This is really all just for me and Echo?”
“This is your room, yeah.”
“Wow.”
Rex grinned and pushed Fives lightly into the room, “Go on. Pick which side you want.”
Fives looked around the room and took a tentative step forward before looking back to Rex uncertainly.
“It’s okay,” Rex tried to reassure, “Just pick which bed you want to sleep in.”
Fives looked like he was making the hardest decision of his life before stepping over to the bed on the left and turning back to Rex, “This one?”
“Perfect.”
Fives beamed, “Can we-”
He was cut off by the sound of muffled voices:
“No, you have to knock louder, Tup. He’s not gonna hear that.”
The second voice was too soft to hear through the walls, but a loud knock rang through the apartment.
Fives looked up at Rex, his brows drawn together, and a tight frown tugged down the corners of his lips.
“It’s alright, those are my friends,” Rex said, flicking on the light in Fives’s room and motioning for the boy to follow him as he made his way down the hallway towards the door, turning on all the lights as he went. “You remember Hardcase?”
“Y-yeah,” Fives answered.
“These are his little cousins Dogma and Tup. They’re just a bit older than you.”
Fives nodded, but hesitated as they reached the entryway, “Why’d you turn on all the lights?”
“Oh, uh, they don’t like the dark,” Rex said softly, opening the door before Fives could ask why not.
They were met with a scowling preteen with close cropped hair and a boy with longer wavy hair that could have been the other’s twin if he was not a few years younger standing in front of a large box.
It took Rex a second to register, but when he did he grinned, “Thanks. This is your guys’ old stuff?”
The boys nodded.
Rex pulled the container into his apartment, “Awesome. This is great.”
Fives peered out from behind Rex and gave the older boys a small wave. Tup offered a shy smile and inched a bit closer to Dogma, who wrapped his arm around his brother and attempted a smile of his own, but it did not quite reach his eyes.
Dogma craned his neck to see into the apartment, “What were all those people doing?”
“Setting up Fives and Echo’s new room,” Rex said, ruffling Fives’s hair.
Tup’s eyebrows raised in interest. Rex new the look well and smiled at the boy, “If it’s okay with Fives, you guys can check it out. It’s not finished or anything though.”
Tup and Dogma exchanged a glance before looking to Fives.
“It’s okay,” Fives said, shifting a little behind Rex even as the words left his mouth.
Tup smiled and followed Dogma as he made his way into the apartment.
Dogma puffed out his chest and turned to address Fives, “My name is Dogma, I’m twelve years old and 3 months. This is my brother Tup. He’s ten.”
Fives’s large brown eyes darted between the boys, “I’m Fives.”
Dogma and Tup stayed to help unpack and decorate the bedroom. Dogma was helping Rex make the beds and the younger boys were putting Tup’s hand-me-downs in the dresser.
Fives pulled out a shirt and passed it to Tup, “Echo.”
Tup hesitated, “Are you sure? You’re giving way more clothes to Echo than to yourself.”
Fives shrugged, “That shirt is red. Echo likes red.”
Rex looked over to the dresser and saw that Echo’s was full and Fives’s practically empty, “Tup’s right, Fives. You need clothes to wear too. Why don’t you start putting more things in your dresser.”
Fives’s eyebrows pushed together, and he looked down into the box of clothes, “But- but what if Echo wants them?”
Rex shrugged, “When Echo gets home you guys can trade if you want, but for now you need to give yourself more clothes.”
Fives still looked a little confused and when Tup moved to place the red shirt in his dresser rather than Echo’s, he shook his head.
Tup froze, looking from Fives to the dresser to Rex, who was busy tucking in sheets.
Dogma had been listening to the exchange while making Fives’s bed and looked up at the silence. He caught on quick and scowled at Fives, “Rex said-”
“But Echo would really like that shirt!” Fives interrupted, voice hitting a whiney pitch.
Dogma’s scowl deepened and Tup looked like he would rather be anywhere than caught in this crossfire.
Rex looked over and was about to say something, but Fives beat him to it, “I-I’ll take the rest of them, just- just Echo would really like that one.”
“But-” Dogma started, confusion replacing his scowl.
“It’s fine,” Rex interjected, he had heard the panic in Fives’s voice, and he did not want to make it any worse.
Dogma opened his mouth to say something.
“It’s fine, Dogma,” Rex repeated with a bit more force.
Dogma mumbled out a quiet apology and turned back to Fives’s bed, his ears turning red.
“Tup, why don’t you put that one in Echo’s drawer,” Rex nodded to the red tee still clutched in Tup’s hand. The boy obliged and Rex continued, “But the rest go to Fives, okay?”
Fives nodded seriously.
With four sets of helping hands, they were able to finish setting up the room fairly quickly. After learning that Jesse was out taking Hardcase to his drum lesson and Kix had picked up an extra shift at the hospital (which Rex could not help but feel responsible for), Rex insisted on Dogma and Tup staying for dinner. The boys did not complain.
While they were eating Dogma suddenly pointed out the window, “Hey, it’s snowing!”
“Really?” Tup jumped up and ran to the window.
Fives joined Tup, “Whoa, it’s so fluffy.”
Dogma’s eyes darted between his plate and the window, clearly debating something.
Rex felt an odd pang in his chest at how hard this decision seemed to be for the kid. He smiled gently, “You can go take a closer look.”
Dogma’s eyes snapped to his, “But we’re eating?”
“The food will still be here after you take a look.”
“Come on, Dogma!” Tup exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement.
Dogma slowly and a little rigidly got up from the table and made his way over to his brother, glancing back uncertainly at Rex every few feet.
Rex nodded encouragingly. He had known Dogma and Tup ever since Kix had taken them in six years ago. The boys had been scared and nervous and so afraid of the dark that they refused to sleep until they all but collapsed. As the years went on, they acclimated to their new environment as well as one could expect, but Tup was still a shy bundle of worry and Dogma was still overly compliant to what he believed the “rules” were. And they were both still scared of the dark.
“It’s windy,” Fives noted.
“Really windy,” Dogma breathed, sounding lost in thought.
Tup turned from the window to look at Rex, his face scrunched up with worry, “Do you think the power’s gonna go out?”
Rex shook his head, “Probably not.”
Tup turned back to the window and Rex grimaced; he could hear the wind howling outside.
The boys had taken to playing in the twins’ room after dinner while Rex cleaned up. From what he could hear in the kitchen, it sounded like Dogma was teaching Fives some sort of card game. Rex smiled; he was glad they were getting along.
As soon as he finished scrubbing the last dish, the lights flickered in the apartment. Rex dropped the plate back into the sink and ran to the bedroom.
Dogma sat cross legged on the floor in front of a game of palace, back stiff as a board, eyes wide and focused on a space just in front of Rex. Tup had thrown himself over his older brother and was clinging to him, eyes just as wide and filled with terror.
Fives’s back was to Rex, and he turned, a frown tugging down the corners of his lips, “What-”
Just then the lights went out and they were plunged into darkness.
Rex moved quickly, scooping up Tup and pulling him into his lap, just as he had seen Kix do a million times before. The boy was already hyperventilating, his small chest rising and falling quickly with each shallow, ragged breath. Rex pulled his hand through Tup’s wavy hair, and exaggerated his breathing in the hopes that Tup would feel it and it would help him regulate his own.
“You’re safe, Tup. It’s me, Rex. You’re in my apartment.”
Tup clung to Rex a little tighter, but his breathing remained quick and shallow.
Rex turned to Fives, whose outline he could see in the dim light from the window, “Fives, there’s a flashlight on my nightstand in my room. Do you think you could get it for me?”
Fives made an affirmative noise and scurried into the darkness.
“How are you doing, Dogma?” Rex asked, turning his attention to the older boy for a moment.
Dogma did not respond, so Rex pulled him in close to his side, “I got you, you’re safe.”
Dogma rested his head against Rex’s shoulder and trembled, speaking softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to.”
Rex felt hot tears seeping into his shirt and could not help but feel like he was in way over his head. He had no idea what Dogma was apologizing for, but he supposed that did not matter.
“I know,” Rex said gently, even though did not, “It’s alright.”
Fives reappeared with the flashlight in hand and passed it to Rex. Rex switched it on immediately and it flickered to life, bathing the room in a golden light. He felt Dogma relax a bit beside him and gave the sniffling boy a quick squeeze before turning his attention back to Tup.
Tup was still in the throws of a panic attack and clung to Rex with a force and determination he did not know the ten-year-old had. Rex gently pried one of Tup’s hand off him and pressed the flashlight into it, “Here, have the light.”
Tup clutched the flashlight and slumped against Rex, his breaths erratic as he struggled to calm down.
“Breath with me, Tup. In,” Rex took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly, “Out.”
Rex kept inhaling and exhaling with Tup and eventually got the boy to slow his breathing. All the fight left Tup’s body and he slumped weakly against Rex.
“You want me to call Kix?” Rex asked gently.
Tup shook his head.
“Jesse?”
“No.”
“It wouldn’t be a bother.”
“No. I’m- I’m okay now,” Tup said shakily.
Rex frowned, Tup was far from okay, “You’ll stay here until Kix or Jesse get home.”
Tup nodded against him.
“Um, excuse me, sir?” Fives pipped up from the doorway of his bedroom where he had watched the scene unfold.
“Yes, little soldier?” Rex said the joking nickname coming automatically.
“Can we build a fort?”
“Like a blanket fort?” Rex asked, a little surprised Fives even knew what that was.
Fives nodded, “When we were scared like this, we would hide in a fort.”
“Yeah,” Rex said slowly, wondering how many times the twins had been “scared like this.”
Fives grinned and turned to Dogma, “Dogma, there are extra blankets in the closet in the hallway. We need three.”
The preteen sniffled and wiped his face, but got up and swiftly made his way out of the room, following the orders like his life depended on it.
Once Dogma had his mission, Fives sat down next to Tup—who was curled up in Rex’s lap and did not seem like he planned on leaving anytime soon—and explained his architectural vision for the fort. The plan distracted Tup from the power outage and Rex had to admit that there was no way he could have handled the situation better than his seven-year-old son currently was.
Dogma returned from the dimly lit hallway quickly and handed the blankets over to Fives.
The construction of the fort was left mostly to Fives and Dogma, but Tup did seem to be taking an interest in it. Rex nudged the boy in his lap as the other two finished up the fort and began crawling around in it, “Want to play with Dogma and Fives?”
Tup hesitated, “Can I keep the flashlight?”
“Of course,” Rex nodded, giving the kid a gentle push towards the others.
Tup crawled over to join his brother and Fives, who were now talking enthusiastically about “defense systems” they could put in place to fortify their creation.
Rex could have sworn he even saw Dogma smiling.
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streamer!reader who doesn’t like spending money on themselves x tommy who loves to spoil his gf
The man who refuses to spend money on himself spending it all on his gf… I like it.
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Fem!Reader
Spoiled Streamer
You aren’t sure why he’s like this.
Tommy won’t even spend money on himself! His biggest purchase was a hundred-dollar lightsaber he adores, and even then he still calls it stupid that he bought it. All signs pointed to him being a stingy motherfucker.
So why, exactly, did he buy you practically everything you use to stream?
God, if only you had the answer.
He just walks in, chucks something at you, then walks out. Sometimes it’s small, a thing of your favorite candy or a stuffed animal. Other times it’s the three-hundred-dollar headset that’s been sitting in your cart for months.
It’s not that you don’t love the gifts, or that you don’t appreciate them, it’s that you can only allow him to buy you so many things before you start protesting. Really, you don’t need anything he gives you! You keep it all, obviously, but still.
And it’s impossible to hide from your viewers. Once, you mentioned wanting a lava lamp on stream. After a moment, you had stated you’d never actually buy one, considering how you just never seemed to get around to it.
So how the fuck were you meant to explain the lava lamp that appeared next stream?
Tommy isn’t even trying to hide the fact he’s spoiling you to death from your fans. He threw a stuffed animal of your favorite Minecraft mob at your face on stream! On three separate occasions!
So you might’ve started fighting with fire. He gives you a random mousepad? You give him a set of raccoon stickers. For some insane reason, you thought it would genuinely work.
Instead, you started a war.
On this fine Monday morning stream, you’re anxiously awaiting him to discover your latest comeback to him buying you a whole goddamn shelf. Not one, not two, but three giant Lego sets.
He’d probably be so in awe that he wouldn’t even strike back. It was the perfect plan! So, you weren’t too worried about him interrupting your stream. Until he does.
“How did the sheep escape again?! Where are they getting out?!” You scream, waving your hands fiercely at the screen. It was like magic! You look away and they're all over your house!
“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, popping his head into your streaming room. He’s holding two bags, and you sigh.
“Hi, Toms. What’s up?”
“So, Wil was talking to me ages ago about back support or whatever. I completely forgot about it until today, Y’know?”
“Uh-huh…” you’re not sure where this is going exactly, but you have an idea.
“So I bought you a back pillow for your chair!” He exclaims, holding the item up.
“Tommy!”
“It’s for your health! And I bought myself one too!”
Oh, if he bought himself one, then it was fine. It wasn’t part of his spoiling war. You didn’t know when he started caring about back support or posture or anything, but maybe it’d actually be helpful. Especially because of how bad his posture was.
“Oh, and you know the gaming chairs we were looking at?”
“Weeks ago?”
“Yeah, I bought you that one you liked. It’ll be here in two days; I got the fast shipping.”
“The one I- Tommy!”
“Bye!”
He waltzes out, shutting your door behind him and leaving you gaping. The chair he was referring to was about the same price as the three Lego sets you bought him. And it was a single chair!
This was absolutely ridiculous, and you aren’t afraid to voice that to your stream.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” You groan. “I don’t need a new chair! Fucking insane! He’s fucking insane!”
Secretly, you’re just a little excited. It was a really nice chair, okay?!
“What do you guys think? Why are you all laughing? Stop! Stop laughing at me!”
You stop reading chat, fighting the smile that wants to show at the messages. Because even you have to admit: Tommy spoiling you? It’s sweet.
But you can’t let that show, you have to play up your act. So you flit your eyes back to your screen and what you were doing originally. It wasn’t like you could fight Tommy on the chair, he was quite the stubborn person.
“My sheep!” You cry out, realizing even more escaped. “No!”
“Oh, forgot these!” Tommy exclaims, opening your door just to throw a box of candy at you then shut it.
“Ah!” You exclaim, barely managing to catch it. “TOMMY!”
From outside the door, you hear him laugh.
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Deck the halls Pt. 2 (Conner Kent X Male Reader)
Not me editing out the parts where I said I would write smut in this part hehe. I was going too but after the LEGO scene I just couldn't it was too adorable.
I'm writing this at a bus stop, which I will be stuck at for the next 20 minutes, and then stuck on a bus for another 35. I mean, why not write fanfiction while sitting next to a stranger and an old person. Enjoy hehe.
Quick update: the guy behind me is reading this over my shoulder so, uh, you enjoy too.
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The words barely left Conner’s lips before you were nodding in a way that said you were a little too desperate. You were desperate though, so.
You struggled to keep yourself contained as you ascended the staircase behind the boy. What was about to happen? A tryst? A menage e tois? You barely knew what those words meant, especially not the French one. Why were you thinking those? Passing by doors to rooms you'd never been in, it was almost like a guessing game. Which room belonged to THE superman, and which room belonged to the equally as famous toilet.
Conner slowly opened the door to his room, most likely to avoid ripping it off of it's hinges. “This is the room the Kent’s let me- I mean, my room”
Conner’s room was practically empty, with only a bed and a small lamp on a desk across the room, and was rather small for both a kryptonian and a house of this scale. You couldn't help but think of Harry Potter and the closet. Speaking of closets.
Conner awkwardly stood there, trying to gauge the emotion on your face, like he was worried you wouldn't approve.
“I like it, seems cozy” Cramped and cozy were practically synonyms anyway, right?
He smiled, before rushing over to the bed, and reaching under it, pulling out a tub of LEGO’s. “Wanna play LEGO?”
You almost giggled, from the absurdity of the situation and the fact one of the most dangerous individuals on earth was playing with LEGO, but seeing the look on his face, you couldn't say no.
And that's how you and Conner wound up on the floor of his room playing LEGO, with you making structurally sound lego towers, and him smashing them down as a makeshift dinosaur or robot rampaged through the ‘city’. You had to admit, it was pretty fun. And he looked like he was having the time of his life.
“So, how long have you been living with the Kent’s” You asked warily, watching as Conner’s eyes looked up from the LEGO’s before snapping back down
“Um, a couple months now.” He looked nervous, like he was hiding something.
“Have they been treating you well?”
“Well, Ma is always nice to me, making sure I finish my plate and picking out church clothes.” His eyes drifted to the door, “But everyone else is still..”
You leaned forward, placing a hand on the boy who was seemingly much more complex then the angry brute you'd heard others whispering about.
“I'm… a clone. Of Clark.” Oh.
I mean, you guessed you could see the resemblance. The raven hair, the chiselled jawline, the intense musculature. But he seemed nothing like Clark. More… real, in a way. Clark seemed so above everything else, like he was a God and as much as he wanted to be human, he was just better. More perfect. Not that he did it on purpose. Maybe it was just your perception of him, knowing that he was Superman and all.
“Not just Clark though, Lex Luthor too. The rich guy and the supervillain trying to destroy Clark.” Conner clearly knew about the conflicting emotions Clark must have over him, with him being both a perversion of his genetic code and partly related to his biggest enemy.
“They all pretend they're ok with it, but they're not. I hear them talk about what to do with me, whether I should be trained or…” He trailed off, but you knew what he meant.
“Well, then they're stupid.” Conner cocked his head.
“If they don't see you for who you are, then screw them. You’re Conner. Not just a clone of Clark.” His expression showed he’d clearly never heard those words, even among the worlds so-called ‘virtuous heroes’.
Unable to find the words, Conner just leapt over and embraced you, crushing the LEGO city you both had created.
“You’re worth more than what others see you as Conner, don't forget that.”
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hi mae!! i saw ur anon earlier abt which characters u have reqs for rn and u mentioned not having any for tasm!peter, which i think is a crime, so i’m here to change that!
i looooved your marauders fic where reader came out as nonbinary (im enby myself) and i was wondering how that would go with peter? maybe during the stage where they both know they like each other, but haven’t officially started dating yet, and reader comes out to him as what they see as a “warning”. i’m openly enby but still present as very femme, so whenever there’s even an inkling of romance between me and a guy i’m always like “oh they dont know im enby. if i tell them they’re not gonna like me anymore, but also, this is who i am”. of course, no need to write this if you aren’t comfortable/not feeling inspired by it!! thank you love 🫶🏽🫶🏽
Hi gorgeous, thank you for requesting! I'm always a bit worried about these because I can only really try to imagine the enby experience from my outsider's perspective, so please lmk if there are any inaccuracies and/or insensitivities :)
tasm!Peter Parker x nb!reader ♡ 1.1k words
You’re constructing your lego flowers at about half Peter’s pace. Peter’s a whiz with everything, and you thought you were used to it, but the way he’s leaving you in his dust is borderline humiliating. He barely even has to look at the instructions, while you’re turning them over in your hands, glancing repeatedly between the paper and the small plastic pieces strewn between you on the couch.
It might have something to do with your lack of focus. Which might have something to do with Peter being in especially flirty form today.
It’s no secret that the two of you have feelings for each other. You have for a while, and you’ve both been aware of it for almost as long. Until today, neither of you seemed prepared to do anything about it. But something feels different. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, quick glances through his lashes as he talks, or the way his friendly touches seem more intentional than usual, or the fact that he’d wanted to build lego flowers with you because he thought you’d like it, despite you never having exhibited any interest in legos in your life.
None of it is unwelcome. You want to enjoy it, but the escalation makes your palms sweat. It makes it seem like something is going to happen, some change, and you haven’t been honest with him yet. You feel like a time bomb. Or a mirage. Peter thinks he’s getting one thing with you, and then you lift the veil to reveal that you’re something else entirely. You feel like you have an obligation to clue him in before he makes any kind of move. And you’re scared of missing your window, but you have no idea when it’s passing.
“I think you’re missing this one.” Peter’s hand moves over your lap, depositing a lego piece.
You look up at him, returning his smile. “Thanks,” you say. “This is super unfair, by the way. You’ve got years of experience on me.”
“It’s not a competition,” he laughs, looking at you in that way again. Warm, sunny, and something else. He holds his finished product out to you, a plasticky snapdragon. “Here, add it to our bouquet.”
You take it from him compliantly, picking up the vase you’d dug out from your cabinet to hold the growing selection of plastic flowers. You can feel Peter’s eyes on you, and your hands shake a little as you arrange it among the others. If he puts on smooth jazz and starts lighting candles, you’ll bolt.
“You’re gonna have a whole collection by the time we’re done here,” he says, and you hum in affirmation. His smile fades a bit. “Are you hungry? I could make us some dinner.”
You aren’t, really, but you ought to be. You suspect your appetite’s just clogged up with nerves. “Sure, I could eat.”
Peter hops up, seeming happy to have something to do. “Okay, sick.” He starts going through cabinets, energy zinging off him in every direction. “We have frozen pizza! Or, uh, leftover thai food, or mac and cheese. Ooh, and we’ve got breadcrumbs! We could crust up the mac and cheese, if we’re feeling fancy.” He looks at you, raising his eyebrows comically high.
“We can be fancy,” you say, trying to imitate his teasing tone.
You don’t think you pull it off very well. Peter frowns and sets the boxed mac and cheese down on the counter.
“Hey, are you okay?” You must look startled, because he softens the question with a smile. “You just seem a little spacey today. Is…are you having fun?”
“I am,” you say, perhaps too quickly. Your voice is tinged with desperation. You try again, more sincerely. “I am, Pete. This is fun. I’m sorry, I’m just a little out of it.”
“That’s okay.” He makes his way back over to the couch, folding a leg underneath him as he sits. His eyes are earnest on yours. Reassuring, even though he doesn’t know what there is to reassure yet. “What’s eating you?”
You try to look casual, make your tone sound offhand. “Have I mentioned that I’m nonbinary?”
Peter blinks. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Oh.” You grin, shrugging. Every move you make feels stilted and embarrassing. “Well, I am. I’ve just been thinking I should make sure you knew, just in case you didn’t.”
“Okay.” He seems a bit stunned, but he hasn’t broken eye contact with you. And Peter’s not looking at you like he’s seeing through the veil. He’s looking at you the way he always has. “Are you—is this your way of trying to tell me that you want me to use different pronouns for you?”
“What?” you laugh. “No. I’m not trying to tell you anything, just…I like you, and I didn’t want to, like, trap you in anything if you didn’t know.” The levity saps from your tone as you go on, until your voice is painfully quiet. “I understand if you don’t like me anymore. It’s cool.”
“What?” Peter repeats you, but the delivery is off. He sounds gutted. “Why would you think that?”
You shrug. You’re doing your best to look normal, but your face is burning something awful.
“You’re not—” he shakes his head. “You’re not trapping me in anything. Sweetheart.” Peter surges into your corner of the couch, crowding you as much as hugging you. Mindless of the viscous little plastic pieces biting into his knees. He smells like laundry detergent. “Thank you for telling me,” he says, face an inch from your ear, “but it doesn’t change how I feel about you. Sorry to disappoint.”
You laugh, the sound embarrassingly choked. He rubs your back roughly.
“I can tell this is you just trying to get out of things,” he goes on with impressive lightness, “and I really hate to tell you this, but you’re stuck with me. We have a lego bouquet now. Those are binding.” You laugh again, and Peter’s voice drops to a more sincere register. “Thanks for telling me though, really.” He releases you, or partly, hands sliding down your shoulders to rest on the crooks of your elbows. “I like getting to know you. I’ll take whatever new material you want to give me.”
“Thanks,” you say softly. You muster your confidence, taking his forearms in your hands and giving them a friendly squeeze. “I didn’t realize the lego flowers were a contract, though. I think I may want to renegotiate my terms.”
Peter blows out a breath, shaking his head. “Sorry, can’t help you. There’s no backing out now.”
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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.
A Solid Plan
Prompt Day 5: Domestic Fluff | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: Light E | CW: Sexual Content | Tags: Established Relationship, Teamwork Makes the Dream Work, If You Build It: He Will Come, Idiots in Love, Silly Sex Mishaps, First Apartment, Flat Pack Furniture
"Are you sure you don't need the instructions?" Eddie asks, and Steve shakes his head. He definitely doesn't need the directions. It's like a picture booklet, more than actual plans on how to build this thing. So, he's good without, he's pretty sure.
"No, it's not that hard," Steve says, for the tenth time.
It's a bookshelf, not rocket science.
"Because, I think-"
"Eddie! Just let me do this, okay?" Steve snaps, cutting him off.
Eddie makes the motion for zipping his lips, and throwing away the key.
Steve smiles at him, can't not. Even if he's tired of putting together all this furniture. But he'll do it, for Eddie.
Eddie dragged him into this huge store, with names he can't pronounce, picking out pieces they had to put together themselves. That's not Steve's experience with furniture. Growing up, a truck brought a new couch, or a new bed frame, and the delivery guys just carried it through the double doors. Ready to use.
This? Is not that. They don't have the money for that kind of treatment, at least not right now. So, they're stuck with this headache. This is Lego furniture, he's pretty sure. But it's made out of particle board instead of plastic.
It's okay. Right now all they can afford is furniture with vaguely shitty instructions.
So, Steve turns the Allen wrench that came with it, tightening all the pieces until he has a bookshelf. He stands it up.
"See? Done," Steve says.
"Anything look wrong?" Eddie asks, a smug look on his face.
Steve looks at it, really looks.
The back panel is on backwards. Fuck.
"Shit, I can fix it."
"You wouldn't have had to fix it if you used the instructions," Eddie taunts, but he's smiling.
"Yes, you're right. I'm wrong," Steve says, dryly.
"Damn straight," Eddie says, but he holds onto it while Steve unscrews the back panel, so he can flip it around and screw it back on, the right way.
The bed frame takes both of them to assemble, and Steve isn't sure it's going to be sturdy enough to sleep on. Let alone fuck on. He should have brought his bedroom furniture from home. It's a little ugly, and his mom's taste, not his own, but it was solid wood. But they didn't want to move it halfway across the country.
So, now, they're stuck doing this, and Steve hopes it'll hold up until they can afford something better, sturdier.
Once it's built, Eddie helps him put the sheets on, and then he sits on it delicately. Eddie is thrilled, Steve is skeptical.
He was right to be skeptical. One thrust too hard, and Steve hears it give way at the same time they're suddenly falling.
They hit the floor, the mattress falling straight through the slats, the legs giving way to total collapse. Steve is stunned. He knew it was possible, but he wasn't expecting this to happen. Not really. Okay, maybe a little. But not the very first night. He thought it'd give way under heavy use. Not just fall to pieces immediately.
Maybe he put it together wrong.
"Shit!" Eddie yells, "Are you okay?"
Steve's fine, but that was a rough ride. Eddie's somehow still in his ass, but he's gone half-hard from the unexpected scare.
It really shouldn't have been so unexpected. Steve definitely predicted this exact thing to happen.
"I'm pulling out," Eddie says, and Steve laughs.
"Sounds like a solid plan," Steve answers, bracing for it.
Eddie laughs with him as he eases out of his body.
"You sure you're okay?" Eddie asks, rubbing his hand against Steve’s back.
"I'm fine," Steve assures. "The bed? Uh, I think we killed it."
Eddie laughs, then accuses, "Why would you pick this bed?! You nearly killed us!"
Steve just laughs. Eddie picked the bed, but he'll take the blame. He doesn't mind.
"Are you really okay?" Eddie asks, laying his cheek on Steve's back.
"I'm fine. You didn't break your dick, did you?"
"No. Just scared it," Eddie teases, pressing his lips to Steve's shoulder. Again. And again.
Steve knows Eddie's kissing his moles. It's not an unusual occurrence.
Once they've caught their breath, and stopped laughing, they get dressed and clean up the broken pieces, throwing them in a pile, then shoving their mattress on the floor.
"This'll do," Eddie says.
And Steve nods. It will, for now. He knows Eddie's bed at home didn't have a bed frame, so it's definitely not a necessity to him.
While Steve doesn't want to crawl up off the ground forever, they can do it for a while until they find something. They're still young.
Steve looks in the phonebook the next day for thrift stores in the area. He's gonna find something heavy. It can be ugly as sin, as long as it's made of actual solid wood. He writes down five places that advertise furniture, not just clothes, and they get in the truck and go.
The first place has nothing, but the second has something that's perfect. It's a little scratched up, but it looks like it'd stay exactly where they put it. And it's a bargain, with two nightstands included in the price.
Steve watches as the employee takes the tag to the front, and organizes for the pieces to be taken to the truck.
He pays, and outside, in the daylight, it's uglier than he thought. The lamp that Eddie has in his hand is absolutely hideous. It has fringe. Together, it feels like it weighs a combined thousand pounds, but Eddie helps him load them into the back of the pickup.
The new frame is not easy to put back together with no instructions, but he finally gets it done. And Eddie flips the switch on the lamp that's now on his nightstand.
"Let there be light," Eddie says, and Steve flops on the bed.
It doesn't give an inch.
But maybe later, if he's lucky, Eddie will give him seven.
Notes: IKEA was in the US by the late 80s, just not near Hawkins. So, if this stuff came from IKEA, they moved far, far away for this one to happen, lol.
And here's a little piece on how IKEA utilized the power of the Allen wrench for their flat pack furniture.
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Specs x f!reader
If you want the m!reader version just ask! I normally put them out with the f!reader fics, but I'm not actually sure I have any male readers, and I just wanted to get this out quickly since I haven't posted a fic in a while teehee
Warnings: none
Fic type: fluff
Summary: on an endeavour to get a new lego set, you run into an incredibly cute (yet very nerdy) guy by the name of specs.
You had just arrived at the toy shop, and entered feeling a little embarrassed. It always made you feel a little strange being the only adult in the shop, but it was worth it for the love of your life: lego sets. To say you were a bit of a nerd was an understatement, you spent most of your days discussing fan theories from shows and films on tumblr, your best friend was your xbox, and of course, your extensive lego collection was your pride and joy.
You had been browsing the lego aisle, oblivious to the rest of the world, when the album you were listening to through your headphones came to an end. Without the deafening drum of music playing in your ears, you became aware of your surroundings. You could hear two voices from further along the aisle whispering.
"Go talk to her then"
"Maybe I will"
"Go on then"
"... nah, she looks... too busy"
"Or maybe you're just too chicken"
"Hey! I'm not a-"
Both voices fell silent when you glanced toward them and gave an awkward smile.
It was two men, one tall and plump. He seemed lethargic and expressionless, as he slowly moved his jaw in circles munching a sandwich. The other was short, jittery and very skinny. When his gaze met yours he blushed profusely and stared at the ground. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the "chicken" was. Luckily for him, you found him quite cute.
You removed your headphones and confidently approached the two men, a welcoming smile plastered on your face so as not to scare them off.
"Excuse me? Could I get your advice on something?" You asked.
The shorter man looked up in surprise, he seemed somewhat like a startled puppy with his big eyes and jumpy mannerisms.
"Uh.. advice? Sure, what can we help you with?" He said.
"You see, I'm torn between these two sets," you continued, gesturing to two different boxes, "which one do you think I should get?"
The man thought to himself for a second, before pointing to the box on the left.
"Get the TIE fighter, it costs a little more but the average price per piece is cheaper, so you're saving money in the long run" he said confidently, having just done the maths in his head.
"Christ, where were you when I nearly got scammed on ebay" you joked, picking up the box he'd recommended. "I'm y/n, by the way" you smiled, holding out a hand for him to shake.
As he not-so-subtely wiped a nervous, clammy hand on his shirt, the man shook yours.
"Steven, but uh, everyone calls me specs, because, we'll y'know" he motioned towards his glasses, "and this is T-"
He looked to see that his accomplice had already wandered off, distracted by a box of sour candies.
"That's tucker over there, he's my... well we work together" he explained, stumbling over his words.
"Specs, I like that, it's cute" you said, flirtatiously. "Well specs, I don't mean to be too forward, but could I buy you a coffee some time? As a thanks for helping me out here?"
Specs breath caught in his throat as he struggled to respond. Truthfully, he wasn't expecting to get this far. Nevertheless, he knew his answer was an enthusiastic yes.
"Yes, that would um, that would be lovely. Do you think I could perhaps.. get your.."
"My number? Sure!" You chuckled, secretly enjoying how nervous he was, what could you say, you enjoyed the ego boost.
You scribbled down your number with the notepad and pen that specs had conveniently kept on his person.
"Call me some time, handsome " you remarked with a swift kiss to his cheek as you made your way to the till with your lego set in hand.
Specs lightly touched the spot on his face where you had kissed him, his eyes never leaving you. His heart leapt. Did that really just happen? He refused to believe it was real until later that evening, when he recieved a text
This is y/n! Are you free for a coffee tomorrow evening? X
A/n sorry this took so long! I've been on a week long bender taking a break for my mental health, so writing fics has kinda been on the back burner lmao. But please please PLEEEAAASE leave a request for me, I pinky promise I'll get around to it sometime <3
#steven specs fisher#specs x reader#specs fisher#specs insidious#leigh whannell#insidious#fic#insidious franchise
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Paper Rings with TS-type reader and Bradley?
It started innocently enough. Bradley is babysitting his 5-year-old goddaughter Flora for the evening and has got himself wrapped around her little glitter-polished finger. He’s been through all the phases with her—the princess phase, the dinosaur phase, the Lego phase… although this one might be the toughest yet.
The little girl and the big man are much too preoccupied to hear you come in, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, elbows resting on Bradley’s bespoke coffee table with colorful papers strewn around. You hear Flora’s adorable posh English accent from the hallway.
“So you just fold like this… and like so…”
“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down!”
“Come on, Uncle B. Don’t be a slowpoke.”
“I got big fingers and the foldings are really small. Hold up, Flo,” Bradley huffs.
You stifle a chuckle, but failing, and both of them turn to look at you.
“You’re back!” Flora gets up to her feet and runs up to give you a hug. “Did you write a lot of songs in the studio today?”
“Yeah, actually. What are you guys doing?” You stroke her hair a little before guiding her back to the living room.
“Flora’s teaching me origami,” Bradley smiles wryly, leaning up to you for a quick kiss.
“Aw?” You give him a peck on the cheek.
“She’s a very good teacher.”
Flora grins and gushes, “Show her what you made for her, Uncle B!”
“Oh! Uh…” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, then presents the pink little thing to you so delicately by holding it between his fingers.
“Bradley…”
“Sorry it’s a little wonky…”
“No! It’s perfect.” You extend your hand so he can put the wonky paper ring on your finger. “Thank you.”
“And now you’re engaged! Yay!” Flora pipes up chirpily.
You and Bradley turn to her in panic. “What? No!”
He reddens in the face. “I mean, not yet—” he looks at you and realizes this isn’t something you’ve discussed in the three short months you’ve been together... “Shit! Oh— don’t tell your parents I said that. In fact, don’t tell them anything, okay?”
Flora blinks at him, puzzled.
You suck in a slow breath. “Who wants ice cream?”
#paper rings is also SO THEM???#aaaahhh they’re my whole life now bye#bradley bradshaw#footballer!bradley#Bradley bradshaw imagine#bradley bradshaw x reader#ask ava#ava writes
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Roommates | Joseph Woll x OC
Summary: Jane Cambell is Mitchell Marner's best friend, and when he asks her to let the rookie goalie stay in her guest room, who is she to say no?
Word Count: 1704
By: M
Mitch and I had grown up next door to one another. There wasn’t a birthday party, school event, or family function where we weren’t together. We were inseparable. So, when Mitch got drafted to the Leafs, it made sense for me to follow him and attend the University of Toronto. I loved being around the team and doing homework at practices. I was thrilled to interview Mitch for my final papers, to spend time with him again. Once I graduated, I went on to work for the team, Mitch and I stayed close. When Mitch met Steph, I was overjoyed. She was perfect for him, but it left me with more time to myself. Something I didn’t understand what to do with. I found myself wandering aimlessly after work, never having plans.
When Mitch told me the team had called up a new goalie, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Since he had recently moved in with Steph, he had asked me if the new guy could use my spare room until he got on his feet. I, of course, said yes. Mitch had always been a great judge of character and if he felt comfortable letting him stay with me, then I felt comfortable. What I didn't expect, however, was for this man to come through the door with lego boxes stacked above his head. And like… goalies are tall, but I couldn’t even see his face.
“Hey! Thanks for letting me crash, let me just set these down in the room and we can properly introduce ourselves…” He said, his voice muffled by the many boxes in front of him.
“Oh yeah of course, um it's the door to the left of the TV.” I replied, stepping aside so he could walk in. It took him about five minutes to set the boxes how he wanted them, the echo of fallen boxes and muttered curse words heard throughout the apartment.
“Can you help me grab my bags? I don’t really have that much stuff yet… I mean I’m not really new to Toronto but I just lived with teammates when I was on the Marlies so like…” He said, rambling on as he stepped back into the main room. His blue eyes caught mine and he quickly lost whatever thought he was about to share. Like seriously are piercing blue eyes mandatory to be on the Leafs? Because, wow.
“I’m Joseph… Uh Woll… yeah. But I mean most people call me Joe haha…” He said, his left hand scratching the back of his neck and holding his other out awkwardly.
“Jane, but my friends call me Janie.” We shook hands. Joe and I found our rhythm easily. He would leave before I got up in the morning and I would meet him at the office for lunch before going to meetings. We’d head home together on off-days, laughing about anything and everything. I felt like that missing piece I’d been searching for had been found.
The hard-part was always away games. Joe and Mitch would spend weeks away, traveling for games whilst I was left in a mostly empty office, planning future events and booking flights. When the boys are away Steph and I usually grab dinner and talk, but I was hesitant to have to answer questions about my relationship with Joe. He and I had gotten increasingly close and several of his teammates had picked up on some of the underlying tension on my end. It was clear to me, at least, that Joe wasn’t interested in me, despite what Kniesy kept saying. Kniesy and Joe are pretty close, but I can’t help but feel like he’s just messing with me. Plus, I mean I don’t even know what Mitch would do about me dating a teammate of his. I mean he was always protective growing up, purposefully keeping me from his teams. The one time I did go out with someone from his team, we realized we’d be better off as friends, which is how I ended up with Matthew Tkachuk as my fantasy football teammate.
I decided to go to dinner with Steph anyway, as I wanted to catch up with her. When I sat down across from her at the restaurant, my phone started buzzing. I mouthed, “hold on” to Steph as I stood up and answered the phone.
“This is Jane Campbell speaking…”
“No I know, Janie it’s me, I- I just needed to hear your voice” The voice on the phone, Joe, said clearly out of breath.
“Joe what’s going on? Are you okay?” I started panicking, why was he calling me. He never calls.
“It’s. I’m fine. I just- Did you see the game?” I hadn’t. I was so busy getting ready to see Steph and finishing work, that I’d completely forgotten to tune in.
“No- I- Tell me what’s happening.” I felt like screaming, what wasn’t he telling me? The walls felt like they were closing in.
“It’s Kniesy.” Two words that first had me breathing a sigh of relief and then feeling guilty as the walls crashed in once again.
“Okay,” I took a breath, “okay. What do you need from me? What happened? I’m with Steph. Do you need me to get there?”
“Just stay on the phone please. He’s. He just collapsed. I mean the hit didn’t look that bad but I guess it was? I- I don’t know Janie. I don’t know.” A sob erupted from him as he tried to keep himself composed. Where was the game again? I could have sworn I’d written it down somewhere… I looked through my bag, dumping the contents on the table in front of a concerned Steph.
“Are you still there?” His voice almost whispers, having been wrecked by his sobs.
“Yeah, I’m here Joey. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” The nickname escaped me before I even knew I was saying it. Shit.
“Joey?” His quiet voice still shaking.
“I- I mean…”
“No- I- Uh- I like it- It just caught me off guard that’s all.” His smile was clear even through the phone.
“Okay wait- The game’s in Buffalo right? Let me just… I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? What hotel are you in?” I blurted out, before I could even process what I was saying. All I know is that Joey needs me and I want to- no, have to- be there.
“You don’t have to come, I mean it’s fine. I’ll be fine.” He rushed, trying to convince me not to go, but it was too late.
“See you in a bit Joey, bye.” I quickly said, trying to hang up.
“I L-” I hung up.
“Okay Steph, I gotta go. I- uh- I’m so sorry, I’ll venmo you for the salad.” I said, grabbing my coat from the back of my chair and shoveling everything back into my bag.
“Is everything okay?” Steph said, panicking.
“Yeah, Joe’s worried about Matthew, apparently he got hurt during the game. I’m just gonna fly out to Buffalo to be with him.”
“You and Joseph, huh?” She said, winking, “I mean I told Mitch y’all were a good match, but he didn’t think it would happen this quickly…”
“Oh- Um. No, we’re not together. I mean- I don’t think he even likes me like that… Not that I like him or anything.”
“Mhm, and he called his ‘platonic roommate’ for comfort when his best friend got hurt, and, said ‘platonic roommate’ is flying to another country to check on him… Okay!”
“That’s exactly what’s happening. Plus, New York is barely another country.”
“Sure… Sure. Have a nice flight Janie.”
“Thanks.”
The flight went quicker than I expected. I sat in my seat, my knee bouncing as I waited to see Joe. I was still unsure of what happened to Matthew, but if Joe was worried, so was I. The little pest had started to grow on me.
I rushed into Joe’s hotel, asking the front desk to let me through. Joe had let them know I’d be coming and to let me in. When I got to his door, I took a breath before knocking.
“Janie, thank god.” He said, opening the door and scooping me into a big hug.
“I’m here Joey, I’m here.” He stiffened at the nickname as he released me.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing… I- I just like when you call me Joey, that’s all.” He said, letting me into his room.
“How’s Matthew?” I asked, grabbing his hand for moral support.
“The doctor said he’ll be okay, just a concussion. It just really scared me, you know? I mean one moment we were laughing about him asking a girl out, and the next he’s on the ice.”
“A girl?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
“Yeah, I mean it feels silly now but he wants to ask the barista at the coffee shop by the rink for dinner.” He smiled, squeezing my hand.
“That’s such a good idea omg! Not silly at all, I mean she’s really pretty and nice.”
“It just got me thinking, you know? Like what if he wasn’t okay? What if he never got to tell the girl? It feels so trivial to worry about rejection at this point.”
“But he will get to tell her Joey. And she’ll say yes and it’ll be great and they’ll be together!” I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but I’m doing my best to reassure him that Kniesy and the Barista will get together in the end.
“Will they?” He asks, furrowing his brows.
“Of course, if they’re meant for eachother, it’ll happen.” I smiled, looking up at him, my hand still in his.
“Will we?” He asks.
“Will we do what?” I ask, confused.
“Will we get together?” He asks and my stomach flutters.
“Joey?” I feel like I’m hallucinating there’s no way he means what I think he means.
“Jane. Janie. I love you. Every moment we’re apart is like I'm drowning and you’re my air.” He grabs my face, angling my eyes up to his.
“Joey… I love you too.” I closed my eyes as our lips met, fireworks erupting as the butterflies dissipated from my stomach.
#joseph woll#joe woll#joseph woll fanfic#hockey fanfic#toronto maple leafs#mitch marner#steph la chance
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Upside Down Feelings III
Chapter 7: The Bite
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JUST A HEADS UP: THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT BEEN EDITED OR PROOFREAD!!
“Jesus, slow down, Robin!” Steve slurred.
“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?” You agreed.
“It’s the Indy 300,” Steve corrected.
“No, dumbass! It’s 500!”
“It’s 300!”
“Let’s say a million,” You smiled before you both burst into laughter.
“What is wrong with them?” Erica asked Robin.
“I don’t know.”
“Why are they acting so weird?” Dustin looked at her. “You think they were poisoned?!”
“I don’t know!” She shouted. “Stop asking me questions, I’m trying to focus-“
The small red car slammed into something, sending you flying against the metal grate that separated you from the kids up front. You both yelped and groaned in pain, rubbing the back of your heads.
“You alright back there?” Robin asked.
“You’re never driving the Bronco again,” You mumbled, making Steve giggle.
“They’re fine,” Dustin rolled his eyes, hopping out and running to the back to open the doors for you. “Come on. Get out.. LET’S GO!!”
You both began to move before all three of them yanked at your limbs, earning annoyed, slurred grumbles as they shoved you into the elevator again.
“Stay there,” Robin ordered before pressing the buttons.
“It’s not gonna work!” Steve shouted.
“Yeah! It’s not gonna- Woah!”
You both stumbled back as the elevator shot you back up towards the mall with speed.
“I have an idea!” Steve looked at you, hopping onto the red cart beside you. You held it in place as he appeared to surf, whooping and giggling together as he tried to hold his balance.
“They seem drunk,” Erica told Dustin.
“No, I’ve seen them drunk before. And this was not what they acted like,” Robin shook her head. “They’re high.”
“High?!”
“Like on drugs?!”
“ON LIFE, BABY!” You shouted, earning a cheer from Steve before he lost his footing and slammed into the ground. “WIPEOUT!”
You both giggled again. Dustin placed his palm on Steve’s forehead.
“He’s burning up.”
“You’re burning up!”
“One sec- One sec- Steve, hold still!” Dustin parted his eyelids to get a closer look at his eyes, earning whimpers of pain. “His pupils are super dilated.”
“Yeah, because they obviously got drugged!” Robin rolled her eyes, walking over to you. “Look at me. Are you drugged?”
You gasped.
“I would never!” You frowned. “Okay, fine! You caught me. But only because Eddie said it was fun.”
“You got high with Eddie?!” She widened her eyes. You giggled. “I knew you were lying to me when I asked you!”
“Of course I got high with Eddie! He sells weed, Robin. Obviously we smoked the weed,” You rolled your eyes.
“Y/N, look at me! Did the Soviets drug you?” You grabbed her cheeks.
“You are the prettiest girl in the whole world, Robin. No Russian will ever take that away from you. Your beauty is patriotic.”
“What does that even.. Yeah, she’s definitely high,” She brushed you off. “Dustin? How’s it going over there?”
“Steve, are you drugged?” Dustin ignored you both.
“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana,” He booped Dustin’s nose.
“This isn’t funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you! Are you gonna die on us?”
“Boop!” He gently slapped his nose. “You both have the cutest noses.”
“Dustin had the cutest little button nose when he was a baby,” You grinned. “Hey, remember when I bet you five bucks you couldn’t fit that lego up your nose? We had to take you to the ER. Speaking of noses, I can’t breathe through mine. Is it still on my face?”
“They’re going to be looking for us up there so I need you to tell me where you parked your car,” Dustin continued to ignore you.
“Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?” Steve looked at you.
“I would kill for a hot dog on a stick,” You smiled.
“Ooh!! If these guys didn’t know we made out already, I would kiss you right now!”
“YOU MADE OUT?!” Dustin shouted.
“Dustin! Focus!” Robin shook her head. “Yes, you can eat or make out as much as you want after this but you have to tell us where you parked your car-“
“Uh-oh,” Steve blinked. “The car’s off the board.”
“What?”
“They took the keys!” Steve emptied his pockets. “The Russians, they took the keys! Like forever ago!”
You giggled as Robin searched your pockets, finding them to be just as empty.
“Stop it! That tickles!”
“That’s a bummer, right?” Steve grinned up at Dustin. “Boop!”
The sober kids all stood up, looking at each other with anxious frowns. They all ignored you and Steve’s intoxicated banter, propping you up once the elevator halted and opened. You followed the pack outside, sticking your tongues out to taste the air.
“STOP!” The gates burst open, revealing armed Russian guards.
“SHIT! COME ON! COME ON!”
“GO! GO!”
“RUN, YOU IDIOTS! RUN!”
“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!” Steve asked as you all sprinted back into the building. You both got herded through the hallways, only pausing when your guides were unsure if the coast was clear. Robin led the way through the familiar path until you all somehow ended up in the movie theater.
“You two! Sit!” She hissed.
“No, no, no! These seats are too close!“
“Dude, these seats blow!”
“Then don’t watch the movie,” Dustin whispered.
“We wanna watch it!” You frowned.
“THEN WATCH IT!”
A round of shushing erupted through the packed room.
“Sorry..” Robin whispered. “Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere.”
“Fine, Mom!” Steve rolled his eyes, making you laugh again. The group all scoffed and wandered off to find their own seats.
“Does this count as a date?” Steve whispered to you.
“Totally,” You nodded. “You even bought us popcorn and everything! Best date ever!”
You reached into the bag and grabbed a fistful of popcorn. You both watched the movie for a few minutes before he looked over at you.
“You’re so pretty,” Steve sighed, completely mesmerized.
“You think I’m pretty?” You giggled.
“Uh, duh! Like, the prettiest ever,” He snorted.
“You’re really pretty too. But God, you can be such a dick sometimes.”
“I really can be. I’m trying not to be one anymore but it’s such a hard habit to break,” He nodded. “If I’m ever too much of a dick, just kiss me. That’s like the red button at the gas station that stops all the gas from flowing if there’s an accident.”
“Your lips are buttons?”
“My lips are dry buttons.”
“Ew! Dry, bloody buttons.”
You both giggled, earning around round of shushing.
“I have a solution for your dry buttons,” You whispered. “Two words. Water. Fountain.”
His eyes lit up, grabbing your hand and leading the way out of the theater. You both stumbled into the lobby, taking turns drinking from the water fountain.
“This water tastes like heaven,” He gulped.
“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything but.. I’m pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son,” You said.
“Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keratin’s mom?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
“But they’re the same age.”
“No, but he went back in time.”
“Then why is it called Back to the Future?” He snickered.
“‘Cuz he has to go back to the future because he’s stuck in the past. So the future is actually the present which is his time.”
“… Wh-.. What?”
“‘S a good thing you’re handsome, Harrington,” You sighed. “My mouth’s dry.”
“Here,” He moved aside, presenting you with the fountain. “Drink.”
You grinned, stumbling over before allowing the sweet, cold liquid to flow into your mouth and making its way into your stomach. You couldn’t help but hum with happiness, downing the nectar of the gods.
“See! I can share,” He crossed his arms. “I’m like so good at sharing.”
“You are good at sharing,” You looked up at him. “You always share your slushee with me when you come back from your breaks!”
“Like I’m good at being a part of something.. A couple. I’m good at being in a relationship.”
“What are you even talking about right now?” You giggled.
“I’m telling you that I’d be a good boyfriend,” He scoffed, annoyed that you didn’t get the memo the first time. “I’m like an awesome boyfriend.”
“Steve, The Hair, Harrington? A good boyfriend? How many girls have you slept with since October?” You snorted.
“None that I really liked!” He defended his honor. “It’s not that I didn’t try to like them. They just didn’t really compare to this girl I’m crushing on. The downside of liking her is that she always steals my slushees after my break.”
You giggled, wiping your mouth with your wrist before speaking up again. “I have no clue how you’re so good at relationships. I’m horrible at them.”
“Nah,” He stepped away, looking up at the ceiling as he continued. “You were just with the wrong…” His voice faded as his jaw dropped. “Woah… Hey, Y/N. You gotta check this out.”
You swallowed another mouthful of water before standing up and waltzing over to him. You followed his gaze and were greeted with a light show. The lights danced around, melting into one another and reaching down to kiss your noses. Utterly mesmerized by the show, you didn’t dare look away even as you felt as if the world around you was spinning.
It wasn’t until you both grunted, trying to swallow down the water that attempted to force its way back up, that you both took off running into the bathroom. You coughed and gagged, barely making it to the toilets on time to release the contents in your stomachs. You both retched for about fifteen minutes, only gaining back a semi-sober consciousness after the second to last flush.
“The ceiling stopped spinning for me,” You sighed, laying down on the tile below you. “Is it still spinning for you?”
You heard him shuffle in the stall next to you. “Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?”
“Maybe,” You responded. “Ask me something. Interrogate me.”
“Okay,” He chuckled. “Interrogate you, sure, um.. When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?”
“Today.”
“What?”
“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw!”
“Oh, my God!” He cackled.
“It was just a little bit, though,” You giggled.
“Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system,” He muttered to himself. You continued to laugh as you sat up, leaning on the wall behind you and crossing your legs.
“Alright, my turn!”
“Okay,” You could tell me was smiling by the way he spoke. “Hit me.”
“Were you actually in love with Nancy?” You asked.
“Kinda. I thought so. It felt like it in the moment,” He sighed. “Were you in love with Eddie?”
“Nah,” You chuckled. “I never thought so.. I think he was right to break up with me. I loved him, I just wasn’t IN love with him, you know? He deserves better than that.”
“Oh.”
“You still kinda in love with Nance?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little better for me.”
“Robin?” You teased. He laughed.
“No, not Robin. Hasn’t she told you?”
“Told me what?”
“.. I- no, it’s not really my place to-“
“Oh, that she’s into girls?” You laughed. “Yeah, I’ve known since sophomore year. I’m surprised she told you!”
“Yeah, me too,” He chuckled. “It’s crazy though. Dustin thought she was the one I liked. He kept saying, you know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie..”
“Big talk for someone with a fake girlfriend,” You added, making him snort.
“To be honest with you, I’m not 100% sure she’s real either.. But that’s not-that’s not really the point. That doesn’t matter. The point is this girl, you know, the one that I actually like..” He swallowed down the nervous knot in his throat as he continued. “I think Dustin might actually want us to get together more than I do, if that’s possible. And, I don’t even know how exactly I got into the same exact situation I was in as a fourteen year old, but the girl who broke my heart once totally has the power to do it again. She was my biggest and baddest heartbreak, and I’m not entirely sure I ever got over her..
“Especially after Halloween when she held me until I stopped crying and took my back to her place. That night, she was having this nightmare and wouldn’t stop gasping and whimpering until I put my arm around her. Then she just fell right asleep on my chest and it all felt so… right.
“I convinced myself I could put my feelings aside so we could be friends, because I didn’t wanna lose her again but then.. she kissed me and, as if she wasn’t all I thought about before, now it’s like she’s the only thing that is able to dance around my mind. Even when I was getting beat to a pulp, my mind couldn’t wondering if she was okay.
“And she’s funny- I mean so fucking funny. Ever since I became her friend again, it’s like I’ve laughed harder than I’ve laughed in a really long time. And she’s smart. Way smarter than me, like first in her class type of smart. She can crack, like, top secret russian codes and.. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met before…” He finally paused, feeling his heart drop at your silence. His knuckles knocked on your stall. “Y/N? … Y/N, did you just OD in there?”
“No..” You drew in a shaky breath. “I am still alive..”
A brief silence ensued before you watched his legs slide under the stall, the rest of his body following along, before he propped himself on the wall opposite you.
“The floor’s disgusting,” You scrunched your nose, wincing a bit at the pain that erupted throughout it.
“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so..” He smiled softly as you let out a breathy chuckle. Your face fell as you got a better look at his battered up features. You reached forward, gently lifting his chin to examine the damage.
“Jesus, they got you good..” You breathed. He shrugged.
“At least my nose isn’t broken,” He teased.
“Does it look broken?” Your eyes widened, making him chuckle again.
“Little bit, yeah. It could just be swollen though,” He nodded, looking down at it sympathetically. You sighed, letting your head hit the wall behind you at you both sat in silence once more. “So, what do you think?”
“About?”
“This girl.”
“I think..” You drew in a breath before looking into his eyes. “She’s scared.”
“Of.. losing the friendship?” He blinked, trying to fill in the blank. “Of telling him she doesn’t feel the same way?”
“No, it’s definitely not that,” You shook your head. “She’s scared because she does want this boy in the same way but she doesn’t know if she can offer him what he wants.. What he deserves… She’s scared because you.. You have this way of tearing down the walls that I’ve strategically placed for relationships. Steve, I’m scared because I don’t know if I could fight it with you.”
“Fight what?” He blinked. You looked down. “The urge to leave again?”
“The urge fall in love again,” You shook your head, briefly looking into his eyes before fixing your gaze on your fingers.
“I wouldn’t..” He leaned forward with a serious look, adjusting his body so that his arms rested on your knees. “I wouldn’t hurt you, you know. I actually don’t think I have it in me to hurt you. Look, I know it’s scary to put your heart in someone else’s hands but we can take things slow, you know? As slow as you want. We don’t even have to say the L word. Maybe not for like the first year or two-“
“Years!?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his future plans. Part of you was shocked at how natural it sounded falling from his lips and how badly you wanted that. You couldn’t put your finger on what exactly made it so different with him. For the first time ever, the thought of spending years with someone didn’t scare you. It didn’t send you running for the hills. Nor did it make you shut down emotionally.
It excited you.
“I mean, yeah. Is that too soon? We could wait for year five or ten if it makes you feel better,” He shrugged, making you laugh. “Look, my point is, I know how you feel about relationships. But this one would be on your terms. We’ll take it as slow as you need to. Every milestone, every kiss, everything- I promise I won’t do any of it without your consent. I just.. I want this. I want you.. so bad.”
“I want you, too,” You smiled, feeling him happily squeeze your thighs. “So bad.”
“Okay, but just making sure, this is like official, right?” He blinked. “Like officially exclusive?”
“Yes, Steve, it’s officially exclusive,” You laughed.
“Like, how exclusive?” He clarified. “Like when people ask me if I’m single, do I say I’m seeing someone or do I tell them I have a girlfriend?”
You threw your head back in laughter.
“What?! It’s a serious question!”
“Is this seriously your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“What? Is one drugged up movie date and a couple makeout sessions too quick to ask?” He chuckled.
“No, but that’s the least romantic way I’ve ever been asked to go steady with someone!”
“What?! The whole first part was super romantic!” He laughed. “That was like the most romantic thing that’s ever come out of my mouth! Come on, Henderson- I have to get some points for that speech.”
“That was a very romantic speech,” You admitted.
“Thank you!” He playfully shouted, causing you both to giggle for a moment before your eyes locked once more. You felt him gently rub your skin with his thumb, looking at your lips with those dreamy eyes of his. “I wanna kiss you so bad but your nose really does look wonky. It’s like tilting to the side.”
“Shut up!” You giggled, holding your side as the pain began to sink in again. “Stop making me laugh- it hurts!”
“Plus we just puked so that would be the worst tasting kiss ever,” He added, dropping his forehead on your shoulder as you both erupted into a cackling fit. The door beside you burst open to reveal Robin, your brother, and Erica looking at you both with annoyance.
“Okay, what the hell?!” Dustin shouted. You both froze for a moment before looking at one another. It only took a single snort from your mouth for you both to burst into laughter again. He slapped your leg, falling back as you both wheezed and held your stomachs, hoping to ease the pain stabbing at your bruised ribs.
“Get them off the floor. The movie’s almost over. We need to move,” Robin huffed. The children helped you both up before you all wandered into the back hallways again.
You reached the lobby just in time to catch the crowd as they exited the movie theater. The kids led you into the mass, allowing you to blend in as you all walked out.
“That actually worked,” You smiled.
“Of course it worked. It was my plan,” Robin scoffed.
“Now all we have to do is get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home, here we come!” Dustin smirked.
“Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house,” Steve spoke hesitantly.
“Why?”
“Well, I might’ve told them your full name.”
“And address,” You nodded.
Dustin’s eyes widened. “What is wrong with you?”
“Dude, I was drugged!” Steve blinked.
“So?”
“So?!”
“So you resist! You tough it out! You tough it out like a man!”
“That’s easy for you to say!” You stepped in. “You weren’t-“
“Guys..?” Robin muttered. You all looked up to see the same Russian soldiers checking ticket stubs at the exit. You paused just as they looked over at you.
“Abort. Abort! Abort!”
You twirled around again, taking off towards the food court. Once you reached the escalators, you chose to slide between them to speed you all up. The group followed you as you led them towards the pizza place. You all crouched down behind the counter, hugging your knees and breathing quietly as you heard several footsteps descend from the escalator.
Men spoke quietly, moving even quieter as they searched the place for any sign of you. Steve took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as those footsteps collectively close closer. You clenched your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the worst, when a car horn began to blare loudly through the vast space.
You all jumped, freezing in place before the men screamed and a series of ear piercing sounds echoed through the room until something finally crashed loudly behind you.
You all looked at one another with confusion before peaking your heads out from behind the counter to see what that was about.
Your eyes took in the view: bloodied men scattered about and a car crashed into the mall to your right.
To your left, stood Eleven. Dustin’s friends ran up from behind her, along with Nancy and Jonathan. You all let out sighs of relief before running to go meet with them.
“THAT’S MY GIRL!” You shouted, following your brother to the escalators.
“You flung that think like a Hot Wheel!” Dustin giggled, running into Mike and Eleven’s arms.
“Lucas?!” Erica cried.
“What are you doing here?!”
“Ask them. It’s their fault,” She pointed at you.
“True, yeah. Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault,” Steve nodded.
“I don’t understand what happened to that car,” Robin looked at you.
“El has superpowers,” Dustin spoke up as you opened your mouth to explain.
“I’m sorry?”
“She threw that thing with her mind,” You agreed.
“Come on. Catch up,” Steve rolled his eyes.
“That’s El??” Erica asked.
“Who’s El?!”
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Nancy asked you.
“Cracking a top secret code,” You frowned. “Why do you think we were hiding from those Russians?”
“Russians?!” Jonathan asked you. “Wait, what Russians? And why are you both all bloody?”
“The Russians!” Steve pointed at the bodies behind you.
“Those were Russians?!” Max questioned.
“Some of them,” Erica added.
“And we’re fine, thank you for asking,” You rolled your eyes.
“What are you talking about?!” Lucas waved his arms.
“Didn’t you hear our code red?” Dustin asked.
“Yeah, but I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying!” Mike explained.
“Goddamn low battery!”
“How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?!” You and Steve shouted simultaneously.
“Well, everything worked out, didn’t it?!”
“Worked out! We almost died!” Erica scoffed.
“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?” Dustin snapped.
“It was pretty damn close.”
“Can we please go back to the whole Russian thing?! They’re working for the Russian government?”
“What are you not comprehending?!” Dustin rolled his eyes. “Am I not speaking English? We have a full-blown Red Dawn situation!”
“So this has nothing to do with the gate?” Max looked up at you.
“It has everything to do with they gate,” You shook your head. “They built this machine that’s opening-“
A thud and yelp behind you interrupted you mid sentence. You all turned to see Eleven lying on the ground with bloody actively running from her nose. You quickly ran over to her, crowding around her as she whimpered in pain.
“My leg!” She responded to the questions. “My leg!”
“Move! Let me through,” You pushed aside the kids before unwrapping her bandage to reveal a very infected, oozing wound with something white bulging from the middle. You all exclaimed in disgust, gagging and groaning at the sight before whatever sat inside the wound began to violently thrash around. El groaned before letting out a pained scream. You felt Steve pull you back as you all watched helplessly for a moment as the young girl screamed and sobbed.
“What do we do?!” He asked you. All eyes landed on you.
“I don’t know!” You shouted, looking back at the wound that moved around, making painful, gushing sounds. “I don’t know! I don’t know!”
“Think!”
“I DON’T KNOW!” You screamed, heaving as you looked up. The kids fell silent for a moment before your eyes lit up and your heart sunk at the idea that popped into your head. “Someone get me a clean, sanitized knife.”
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Fan: So we know the Carver Edlund books are in the show, I mean, obviously in the episode they were like skimming one of the books. I was curious, do you think the brothers actually read every single one to kind of find out what their brother was thinking, or did they make a pact not to read them?
Jared: Sam read them, because Sam reads and reads and reads and reads. Well, he's dead now, but [pause for reaction] - too soon? When he was alive, maybe in heaven he just [gestures] has a bunch of books, it's all Carver Edlund.
Jensen: Sam probably was like, "Dean, you gotta read this" and Dean was like, "I don't read books, books read me!" That's probably how that went. He's like, "Why would I read it, I'm living it!"
Jared: [laughs] I don't want a recap!
Jensen: [laughs] Yeah, I don't know that Dean would have read one. Although I think I've got one of the prop books -
Jared: I think I do, too. I don't know which one I have -
Jensen: Yeah, we were full kleptomaniacs on the set of Supernatural. And I can admit that now, because I have not been served legal papers and it's been years.
Jared: What's your favorite thing that you have?
Jensen: My favorite theft? [Jared: Yeah?] Well, I mean, Baby's not really a theft because that one we actually got permission. That would have been awkward. "Guys, guys! Where are they going?" It's just this [points to banner of the Impala driving away], just tail lights, "Okay, I guess we're done with the year."
Jared: We got a little gift - so outside of our own kleptos? We got little gift packages from ? and the props department. And so there were some fun things.
Jensen: I will say this is not something that I got in our little, like - listen we're just getting rid of this stuff anyway because we're scraping all the sets and WB did give a list of 'these are the things that we actually want to obtain and retain'. And there were a lot of just kind of left over things that probably didn't seem relevant or special but were kind of special to us. Or it was like, you know, a broken angel blade something like that - oh, this was broken doing this stunt, it means something to me but it may not mean something to the studio, but. I will say one of the things that I just - that found its way into my pocket, I don't know how [Jared: Accident!] was years before we ended. It was when I knew that they were going to destroy Bobby Singer's house. [Jared taps his arm and points excitedly] On his desk, on Bobby's desk was this little antique brass calendar, that was like one of those things where you roll to turn the date and the day? And I don't know why, but on set I just always was playing with that while we were setting up our scenes or - and I just thought it was the coolest little vintage calendar thing. Yeah, it went missing, I don't know where it went.
Jared: All I know is that explains why Jensen always calls, "Dude, can you believe it's 1996?" "What?"
Jensen: "It's Tuesday, December 1996!" "Bro, stop messing with Bobby's calendar."
Jared: That's really funny, man! I stole two things - uh two things went missing from Bobby Singer's place - on the last day. One was a flask, Bobby Singer's flask, and one was the little owl figurine that was probably about this big [gestures], really heavy, it's a paperweight or something? And they went missing and then Jim was like [does gruff impression] "Aw, man, I was hopin' to get that owl, I don't know what happened to it." And I was like, "shit" and so I went to my trailer and got it and was like, "Here, Jim." But I still have the flask somewhere. From post-show, I think one of the little army men from the car [Jensen: Yeah], some of the Legos, uh, Samulet. Yeah. I know there were several of each - like hotel room cards, and then I got sent, like, three of the burner phones? I was like what the fuck am I gonna do with -
Jensen: Yeah, what am I gonna do with this?
Jared: From like, circa 2005.
Jensen: I just, yeah, it was like - when they were like, "Okay this is our last day in Bobby Singer's set, we're tearing it down tomorrow" Jared and I were like [Jared mimes shoving things in various pockets] full cat burglar. Like, snuck in to the stage - we went full Sam & Dean.
Jared: Crew guys would walk by, and be like, "Hey, what's going on?" and we're like, [looks obviously guilty] "Nothing! Nothing, man, how you doin'? It's good, it's good."
Jensen: The boys are acting really cagey today, I don't know what's going on -
Jared: Like stuff rolled up in our shirts -
Jensen: I'd have taken the couch if I could have fit it in my shirt.
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Could you write a Ted Lasso story about the reader not feeling good enough and anxious? I love your writing!
of course, anon! i made this into a little blurb for ya. i’ve been feeling pretty anxious lately myself, and opening up about it to my partner has been scary, but i’m glad i did! find a good partner who listens to you and validates your feelings!! ❤️
warnings: anxiety, reader feeling a teensy bit depressed maybe
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A pang hit your chest as soon as you saw the picture. They all looked so happy. Ted, with his arm around Michelle, who had a beaming Henry in her lap. The sounds of the world went quiet as your thoughts took over.
It’s not like this was a normal occurrence. Lately, the weather had just been so cold and gloomy. Getting out of bed the past few days just seemed harder. Deep down, you knew it would pass, just as it always did. That didn’t make it any easier right now, though.
“Y’ready, sweetheart?”, Ted’s soft voice broke you out of your trance.
The two of you flew to Kansas to bring Henry back to Richmond for the next two weeks. He had a break from school and always loved coming to visit when he could. Every single time, he pulled out all the stops to try and stay later than originally planned.
“Yeah I’m.. I’m good, Ted.”, you knew you didn’t sound convincing.
Ted’s mouth opened, and you knew he wasn’t sold on your response. Before he could speak Henry’s excited voice echoed through the hall.
“I’m ready! Can we go now, please?”, he bounced on the balls of his feet as you and Ted each grabbed one of his bags.
“Yeah, Henry Bug. Let’s go get you in the car. I’ll uh.. You can say your goodbyes and then come join us, Ted.”
You knew if you gave him time he’d tell you once more that he felt nothing for her anymore. Nothing that went past respecting her as a co-parent, and sometimes that took everything in him.
Henry talked your ear off as you helped him get settled in your rental car, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. He had become like your own son, coming to you with his feelings and problems, calling when something new happened. The boy had stolen your heart just as quickly as his father did.
Ted took more time lingering in the house than you loved to think about. You didn’t say anything as he got in the drivers seat.
It wasn’t until you were in the airport until he mentioned it, which you were thankful for. You didn’t want him bringing it up in front of Henry, as Michelle was a topic you three generally avoided talking about.
“What’s goin’ on?”
Your words seemed stuck in your throat as you tried to speak. You knew there was no point in lying to him.
With a shaky voice you replied, “Do you ever want your old family dynamic back? O-or wish that we had something more similar?”.
“Sweetheart, where on earth is that com in’ from? Did I say somethin’?”, his eyebrows furrowed. His bags dropped to his sides as he stepped forward to bring you into his arms.
“No I just.. I was looking at the picture of you guys in the hallway..”, you noticed the way your hands began to shake and your throat grew tight. “And then when it took you a second to come to the car I just- I don’t know.”
Your eyes began to grow misty as he pulled your head to his chest. “I’ve just been feeling anxious lately. I know it’s stupid for me to even ask you that, I just-“
“It’s not stupid, not one bit. Look, hun. That picture was a very, very long time ago, you know that. So much has changed, and shoot, I’m glad it has. Things are completely different now and that’s somethin’ I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.”
You nodded as you quickly dabbed at your eyes, hoping you could look somewhat decent before Henry came back.
“And I stayed in so long to ask Michelle about lettin’ Henry stay an extra weekend. I know y’all wanted to go to that Lego store you told him about.”, his eyes were full of love as he looked down at you. While you took a few deep breaths, he softly smoothed a hand over the back of your head. A breathy chuckle left your lips at the thought of taking Henry to the lego store.
“Y/n, M’all yours. Every bit of me, darlin’. There’s not one person or thing on this earth that’s gon’ change that, you hear me?”
Ted’s eyes were locked on yours the whole time. You nodded at him with rosy cheeks. After a second, you saw Henry make his way back to you, and pulled Ted in for a brief hug.
“I love you, Ted. Thank you.”, you whispered in his ear. Before he pulled away you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
The smile it brought to your face was enough to melt your heart.
“What about me?”, Henry’s voice came from behind you.
“What about you, hun?”, you turned to look at him.
“Well I want a hug too, please.”, this time you laughed louder as you crouched down to bring him in for a big hug. His small arms wrapped around your neck as you squeezed him tight.
Behind his back you locked eyes with Ted as he stared down at you two.
“Come on you two, let’s get on that plane and finally go home, how ‘bout that?”
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"Christmas Magic"
n.o.t.e.s - Merry Christmas or Happy holidays!
w.a.r.n - Just fluff, and maybe a crackfic(?) and Homelander
p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - Homelander x Human!reader
w.c. - 1189
Christmas music was playing. You were cutting out a little piece of decorations cutting the pieces of white paper, and making a snowflake. You delicately handed the paper, humming to the music as it played out.
While Ryan was coloring the coloring paper with an assortment of crayons and colored pencils, as the picture of art resembled an ornament.
You took a break from cutting the triangle piece of paper in your hand as you looked at Ryan's piece of art he was working on. "That looks good!"
Ryan stopped working on his piece and looked at you, responding with a 'Thank you.' The tension between you was a bit awkward ever since what happened with his mom, Rebecca. In the end, he went with his dad. It was December 21st, and you were preparing for the holiday.
Homelander left off to do some 'superhero duties' which, to simplify, cause chaos and wreak havoc all over New York. Leaving you with Ryan. You were supposedly dating Homelander; you were trapped inside his suburban home, making you a hostage.
But you were still known to the public, interesting.
But hey, it was the holidays, and you didn't want him to know that his dad was a fucking kidnapper, you didn't want the burden to be on Ryan, so you tried to socialize with a 10-year-old boy. "So, what do you want for Christmas," you said, piquing up a conversation.
The boy was a bit awkward about responding to the question, "My mom back.." he responded to the question, his eyes watering, sniffly with his nose.
"Oh," The response made the tension between you guys awkward; "What would something you want for Christmas that you get to have with your hands" as you gently slapped the table you were on, trying to make the awkward tension into a happy moment.
"Uh, I don't know" he wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he started sniffly.
"Well, do you know what I always wanted for Christmas when I was your age?" you said, looking at him with excitement.
"What did you want?" the conversation piquing his attention.
"A 1998 holiday barbie, but my parent never got it for me," you spoke to him, smiling at him.
"Im sorry for that," Ryan said, "It's okay, but now I told you what I want. Can you tell me what you want for Christmas?" giving him a reassuring smile.
"Maybe....a lego set?" he responds
"Which kind?" you questioned, his eyes brightening up that you were invested in his wish.
"A Star Wars mega galaxy set!" he smiled after completing his response.
"That sounds Awesome!" you smile at him.
"I guess so," he smiled back, his voice becoming excited with the content. "So, have you ever gotten to experience a snow day?"
"A snow day?" he stared at you, confused and full of admiration for the idea.
"Yeah, it's when you have snowball fights, make snowmen, and have no school. It's pretty fun, too." you put your hands up, dramatizing the whole ordeal.
You continue cutting up and snowflake, "-And you get to catch a snowflake on your tongue" you open up the triangle piece of paper, showing the paper snowflake to Ryan.
"Woah, that sounds cool" Ryan had a big smile.
"It is!" placing down the paper snowflake.
You responded to him, leaving the room with quiet tension. You couldn't lie, but you are fond of this kid, even though he's the son of a narcissistic weirdo.
"So, make some Gingerbread men; they are really good, and you can decorate them!" you suggested.
"Yeah!" Ryan smiled at the idea and got up off his chair, and you both went into the kitchen.
45 MINS LATER
The smell of gingerbread men's cookies spread throughout the house as the timer rang out to mention the cookies were ready. You wore mittens, taking the hot tray out of the oven.
As you pour the colored frosting into the pipping bag, you remove the cookie's decoration from the cabinets as you let the cookie rest and become cooler to eat.
"Ryan! the cookies are ready!" You yelled out for him since the cookie was ready.
The boy came running into the kitchen, smiling with joy, as we stood next to you looking at the cookie on the tray, "Be careful. It's still hot!" you warned him.
Giving him one of the piping bags to decorate the cookies, he held the bags and started decorating the cookie, making gingerbread men scraps and clothing with the sweet frosting.
"That is some good-looking gingerbread man" you smiled at him, complementing his artistic ability.
You heard the door opening and familiar footsteps coming into the house, "-And maybe we have some hot chocolate as well," you patted Ryan's shoulders.
You walked out of the kitchen to where your kidnapper, Homelander, stood near the door; you decided to butter him up so he might be lenient with you leaving the house or giving you some time outside.
It made you feel like a prisoner, but due to the holly season, you didn't want to crush it. "Welcome home, Homelander" you gave him a small smile.
"Well, someone is excited" he respond back with a smile, his sharp canines showing giving you a bit of a fear shock.
"Yeah, well, Ryan and I are just making some gingerbread cookies for, you know, the Christmas occasion." leading him into the spacious kitchen where Ryan was decorating the tray of cookies.
As soon as Ryan saw his dad, he placed the cookies and the pipping bag on the counter, running to him to hug him as Homelander reciprocated.
You couldn't lie, but the moment was cute, even with the situation you were in.
"Woah! Ryan, those look delicious!"
"Thanks!" he broke away from the hug, coming toward the counter with the cookies.
"Let's eat these" you took the once hot tray with your hands as you walked to the table, placing them down on the round table.
As Homelander and Ryan went to the table and sat down, you went back to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for you and Ryan, while you poured a glass of milk for Homelander.
Grabbing the beverages with your hands, and walked to the round table once again and placed them on the table, as Homelander gave you a 'Thank you' as he smiled at you, making you a little uncomfortable.
Walking to the seat next to Ryan, "So..Ryan, how was Y/N!" Homelander broke the silence.
"It was super fun" Ryan responded with a huge smile, as Ryan continued with his response, the Christmas music blared into your ears.
The only thing that you last heard was Homelander saying "-Kinda like a family" he stared at you, smiling at you with his sharp canines showing.
'-And Heaven and nature sing, and Heaven and nature sing...'
the Christmas music blaring into your ears as the voice blocked out.
'Holy Shit, he's really got you in the palm of your hands' you started to grip the table as you started hyperventilating, staring back at him.
'...and Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing......'
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"She Ate the Squid"
Alternate Title: Tox and Neuro are chaotic neutral and should never be left unsupervised.
Hello everyone!
So, I kind of want to get back into writing. Nothing major yet, just some one-shots and short stories.
I got the motivation to write this instead of doing anything productive, like sleep, so I hope you guys enjoy!
Also I hope I posted this correctly. First time posting something like this.
Fandom: Lego Ninjago
Word Count: 1.1k
Relationships: Brief! Tox/Neuro
TW: Swearing, Homophobia, and Sex Talk. Not bad but there.
“Alright bitches!” Chamille hollered across Skylor’s restaurant. “Tonight, we are playing Truth or Dare!”
A mix of groans and cheers was the response.
It had been a few months after the Tournament of Elements. In order to keep in touch and not be at each other’s throats all the time, all the Masters have agreed to meet once a week at Skylor’s Noodle House.
Things had been awkward the first couple times. Learning preferred names and pronouns, likes, dislikes, allergies, home village/city/country, family, etc. had been awfully hectic and have caused a few fights. But Skylor ended up taking charge during the early days to ensure this new Alliance worked out.
Now the meetings have developed into a quick catch up on what they’ve been up to and then a game afterwards. And it was unfortunately Chamille’s turn to pick.
“Isn’t that for middle schoolers?” Pale retorted in response. Chamille shushed him.
“Everyone in a circle,” Chamille continued. “And I will go first.”
A collective sigh went up from the group as they all gathered around as closely to a circle as possible—Since there were booths and tables in the way—but they made it work.
Chamille smugly sat on top of the counter, pointedly ignoring Skylor’s glare. “As I’ve said, I’m going first. Shade, truth or dare?”
“Uh, truth,” Shade awkwardly answered, not trusting Chamille to give him an easy, legal dare.
“Hmmm......Is your skin naturally grey or is it just a power side effect?” Chamille asked.
Everyone turned to look at Shade. He sputtered.
“It’s a side effect,” he muttered. “Like how Neuro’s hair goes white the more he uses his powers or how Tox’s hair is green.”
“Fair enough!” Chamille cheered. “Now you pick.”
“Okay...um...Bolobo, truth or dare?” Shade questioned.
“Truth.”
“Were you really a pizza shop manager and Jay’s temporary boss?”
“Yes.”
“Wait, what?!” Turner cackled.
Bolobo sighed. “Before I got more in-tune with my powers, I was the owner of a pizzeria. This was roughly a week or so after the Great Devourer attacked Ninjago City. And Jay, the Master of Lightning, was asking about a job. He was my fastest delivery drivers before he quit.”
“Holy shit,” Turner laughed. “I’m absolutely holding that over him.”
“Poor Jay,” Skylor giggled.
“Next!” Chamille shouted.
And so it went.
A few dares were sprinkled in. Pale jump scaring a couple on a date in the park. Jacob sonic screaming from the roof. Skylor throwing a water balloon at a police car.
Then it was Ash’s turn.
“So, Tox,” he drawled, casually sipping on his soda. “What the hell is the origin of yours and Neuro’s joke of ‘they ate the squid’?”
Tox and Neuro both choked.
“Uh, what?” Gravis asked. Pale laughed.
“Yeah!” Pale chimed in. “You and Neuro only ever say it to each other. What’s it from?”
Tox’s face flushed. “Oh. Um. It’s a long story. And not suitable for children.”
Ash grinned. “Spill.”
Tox shot Neuro an apologetic look. Neuro put his head into his hands.
“So,” Tox clapped her hands together once. “It started at the Ninjago City Pride Festival roughly a week after the Tournament. I ran into Neuro by accident.”
“You crashed into me and sent us both to the ground,” Neuro interjected.
“Whatever. Anyway, long story short, we found out we were both gay. And we agreed that we would go together to any and all Pride festivals.
Well, on our fourth one, Neuro was trying to introduce me to fried squid with ghost pepper shavings tossed in powder sugar. ‘It’s a delicacy from where I’m from!’ he said. It looked gross so I refused.
So we started talking on which celebrities we found attractive. I was on a rant when this homophobic lady showed up and started yelling at us. Neuro, take it from here.”
“She was a Karen,” Neuro supplied helpfully. “And I was trying to enjoy my fried squid. She then asked us how we knew we were gay when we’ve never had sex with the opposite gender before. I countered with: ‘Do you like to eat squid?’. She answered no that it looked and smelled gross. With that, I shot back at her saying: ‘How do you know you won’t like it when you’ve never tried it?’ She was mad.”
The other Masters chuckled at that. “Go on!” Turner encouraged.
“At that point, she was full on screaming at us,” Neuro continued. “So in order to shut her up, me and Tox agreed to make a deal with her.”
“What deal?” Gravis inquired.
“If she ate the last 6 mini fried squids on Neuro’s plate, we would hook up and give straight-people sex a try,” Tox replied.
Dead silence.
“Did—did she do it?” Ash wheezed, looking between Tox and Neuro, shocked.
“Yes. Why do you think our joke of ‘She ate the squid’ came from?” Tox confirmed.
The room burst out in laughter.
“We didn’t think she would!” Neuro cried. “Then she did, and it was a whole ‘Oh shit!’ moment!”
“You guys kept your end of the deal?!” Skylor gasped.
“Yeah!” Tox and Neuro yelled.
For a solid five minutes, the only thing to be heard in the restaurant was laughter. Once everyone calmed down, Chamille took a breath and said: “Y’all need to tell us how this ended.”
“After she ate the squid and we confirmed a meet-up date and time so we could tell her how it went, we went back to Neuro’s apartment,” Tox began.
“And then spent 20 minutes figuring out how exactly we were supposed to do this. Since I’ve only slept with guys and she’s only slept with girls,” Neuro sighed.
“20 minutes?!” Shade chuckled.
“Once we sorted it out on how to do it,” Tox plowed on. “We made it quick.”
“And it was the worst sex I’ve ever had.” Neuro chimed.
“Agreed.” Tox nodded.
“Did you guys actually go back to meet up with her?” Ash asked.
“Yeah. And we told her that after that, we are for sure gay. And that it was the worst sex we’ve ever had.” Neuro answered. “She wasn’t happy about it. The best part was that her husband was with her and demanded an explanation on what we were talking about.”
“Yep. Turns out her husband was horrified to learn she was homophobic, since he himself was bi,” Tox giggled. “But after that me and Neuro agreed that when someone does something that we never, in a million years, would have expected, it’s called “they ate the squid’.”
“Alrighty then,” Chamille laughed. “That is the greatest origin story of an inside joke I’ve ever heard.”
“Though, for curiosity’s sake, did they divorce?” Pale leaned forward.
“I’m not sure,” Tox replied.
“They did.” Neuro piped up. “Her ex-husband told me all about it after we hooked up.”
The screams of shock, howls of laughter, and choking on drinks could be heard through the restaurant walls.
#i wrote this instead of sleeping#ninjago neuro#ninjago tox#ninjago elemental masters#tw: swearing#tw: homophobia#tw: sex mention#why am i like this#one-shot!#Neuro and Tox are chaotic friends#Neuro is gay#Tox is lesbian#And they have gone to jail for being gremlins
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those mk & lloyd parallels got HANDS, any new thoughts on that or their interactions? (maybe save this ask till after the special, cuz uh... something occurs)
i hear you and i see you ok 😭😭 its just that these past 2 weeks have been incredibly busy for me and also lack of motivation 🫠
but i just got covid so perfect excuse to finally think about this 😭 problem is that i mightve forgotten alot about lmk at this point so bear with me 💀
i think this mightve been mentioned in like previous posts but lloyd and mk just training and like talking about life would be very special to meeeee!! id love to see how our 2 protags of east asian inspired lego shows would interact!! idk they could go get therapy together because they are both very messed up theyd ask each other to seek help and then say nooo im fiiinee, bonding over secretive mentors me thinks like why do they do they keep secrets all the time!!! like idk id love a swap au between these 2 they r very interesting to me.. also both of them getting betrayed suckss. they could learn somthing from each other like lloyd is more wise in like the master wu sorta way and i think mk could teach him to let loose a little.. also they can both go apeshit mode hehehehehe i think ive already mentioned this in like another ask
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i think red son would remind lloyd alot of him when he was younger like idk they try so hard to be evil but they got that goodness in them yk 😔😔
i think that applies to kai in the hotheaded sense like hes grown so much since he was 15 and i think hed want to help red son in the way he helped wyldfyre as well
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lloyd: so yeah my great grandma is like a dragon..??
nya: and i turned into a dragon once!!
mei: thats sooooo cool my great great great great great great thousand times great grandpa was a dragon too!! do you guys wanna see my dragon!!!!
*lloyd and nya expecting some tiny dragon like riyu or chompy*
and then mei whips out her totally cool kickass dragon and they are both in awe like teach me how to do that!!!!
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im pretty sure sandy is the builder of the time right?? there are so many builder characters in ninjago like pixal, jay, nya, sora, zane and i think they could probably geek out about it hehe
zane probably also knows about jttw since he knows like everything about everything yk i think he would listen to tang talk about it zane's sweet like thattt and tang can finally talk to someone who knows the full story 😭
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one time someone asked about morro and macaque and like i still dont really know how to answer that like theyve both died ig thats cool 😭 shared trauma on dying lol, and also they were both like evil at one point and i guess reflecting back on it theyve both been like what was it all really for
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ive said this before and ill say it again jay, mk, mei and maybe wyldfyre would totally go do some dumb shit together and get in trouble together 😭
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and thats all i have maybe i'll think up something in the future? who knows!
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