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urhoneycombwitch · 3 months

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shrine of your lights

🍯 honey flavour: edibles and a church wedding to attend. what could go wrong with Eddie as your plus one?

🐝 the bees: FWB!Eddie x reader

wc: 4.8k

content warnings: a smidge of Catholic blasphemy, weed usage, friends w/ benefits Eddie, R is a bit of a love (and relationship) skeptic and Eddie is lovesick, R+E are in their 20’s, pining, public sex (no one but them observes tho), R has hair long enough to tuck behind ears, R gets a hickey but skin tone/color is not described, R has breasts and a V, softdom Eddie, marking kink (?)

foreword: I listened to Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac for this. LOL. kind of AU bc it’s a few years after ssn 4 and everyone is alive and just fine (lovesick but oh well can’t b helped) based on this anon thank u for inspiring me!!!!

The stained glass window in front of you looms tall, afternoon light streaming through and casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished wood flooring. You stretch out a hand into the warm beam of sun, admiring the way the colors catch and bounce off your dainty star-chain bracelet.

When Eddie had suggested you two eat some weed brownies as a precursor to your (very distant, very Catholic) cousin’s wedding, you hadn’t quite expected to get as stoned as you are now. Since Eddie hasn’t attended any major life functions sober since 1981, and seeing as how you refuse to step foot inside a church space without some sort of social lubricant, the weed wasn’t a hard sell at all.

To be fair, Eddie had warned you of their potency, and you had snuck another quarter of a brownie when his back was turned: but christ, your tolerance must be crazy low or something, ‘cuz a window has no right to be this mesmerizing.

You’ve been staring at it for the past five minutes, in your own little world while a steady stream of wedding guests file in through the big oak doors and mill about before the ceremony. The warm, still air of the church is heady with the smell of fresh florals and incense, and a line of votive candles flicker and wink against the windowsill.

Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s still speaking in gentle tones with an elderly woman (whom you’re likely related to, hard to say) near the foyer, all charming smile and sincere hand pressed to the slip of bare chest his button-down displays. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s really great at endearing himself to total strangers; he’s been a natural shoe-in for any plus-one you’ve needed over the past few years.

While Eddie is perfectly in his element, holding what looks to be an engaging conversation while stoned to all hell, your focus is drawn back to the window. You should probably be on the arm of your guest, seeing as how it’s your family wedding after all, but the swirling lights and colors are too alluring to pull yourself away from.

“Beautiful piece of art, isn’t it?”

The voice behind you is unfamiliar, and proper social graces here would call for an introduction, perhaps a firm handshake, but your limbs and tongue feel so loose and the reply is out of your mouth before you can think twice- “God, yeah. S’fucking gorgeous. I want one for my house.”

There’s a light cough, and when you turn on your low-heeled Mary Janes it’s under the amused eye of a priest- in full priest-garb. Green velvet robes and little hat and everything.

You realize your error- swearing and taking the Lord’s name in vain- but the brief stint in Catholic school from when you were 6 is unfortunately not recalled in time to stop the scramble of swears mixed with apologies that come tumbling out.

“Oh shit- I mean- fuck. Oh god. Sorry, Father, I didn’t mean-”

The priest- old as hell but thankfully with sense of humor still intact- smiles kindly at you and takes your hand in both of his, patting graciously. “No apologies are necessary, my dear. The beauty of God can be overwhelming and awe-inducing.”

You nod jerkily, grabbing on to his excuse- “Yes, yep. That’s exactly what happened. Struck down by the awe.”

The priest nods to you, and then to Eddie (who’s appeared at your side like a guard dog that sensed trouble), then wanders off down a row of pews to greet other guests.

You’re nearly doubled over with the effort it takes to conceal your laughter, Eddie stroking a calming hand down your back and chuckling with you under his breath.

“Struck down by the awe, huh?” he echoes as you straighten back up and dab at the tears gathering against your lashline. “You really are somethin’.”

“That was so embarrassing but guess what-” here you lean in, voice a conspiratorial whisper as Eddie raises his eyebrows to look down his nose at you- “I don’t give a fuck ‘cuz I’m hi-igh.”

This last word is sung with a two-note lilt, and you turn back to the comfort of the sunny window as Eddie steps in beside you, shaking his head. “I told you to start with a lower dose, ya goose. Did you take more when I wasn’t looking?”

You shrug a shoulder, the soft linen of your cardigan brushing up against the hard leather of Eddie’s jacket. “Maybe. Couldn’t say. You gonna steal this window for me or what?”

He blows out a breath, pretending to appraise the size and heft, rapping his ringed knuckles against the sill- “Well normally I’d say ‘anything for my girl’, but we’d need a shrink ray for this type’a heist.”

“Maybe Dustin has one we can borrow.”

He sucks his front teeth, playing along, shaking his head in faux-disappointment. “Nah, little shit’s only got a ham radio. Useless when it comes to religious robbery.”

Eddie looks overly pleased when you giggle, but some of the humor in his face falls to concern as he reaches out to squeeze your upper arms. “Hey. You doin’ okay? If you’re too stoned to sit through the ceremony, I can find us a little spot to hole up in. I’m good at finding those.”

“I know you are,” you reply, waving away his worry. “I’m fine, honest. Do I look high?”

He holds you at arm’s length, giving you a contemplative once-over. “Nope. You look beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, affectionately, then smooth your palms over the front of your black slip dress and pull the scalloped sleeves of your cardigan into place. “Well, of that I am aware.”

Eddie winks, and you really wish you were sober enough that the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne would have less of an effect but high as you are, you want nothing more than to burrow into his neck and taste the salt of his skin.

“Do I look high?” he asks, pulling away to do a little spin so you can appraise his appearance.

Eddie Munson, as it turns out, cleans up very well for family functions: smart black boots, maroon button-down tucked into a pair of flare-legged trousers, worn but well-kept leather jacket to top the outfit off. And in signature Eddie fashion, little glints of silver highlight the ensemble- his usual chunky rings, stacked layers of thin chain necklaces, metal buckles on his coat and at his waist, even a set of tiny hoops (courtesy of your jewelry drawer) in his ears.

The dryness in your mouth has nothing to do with your intoxication as you blink back to the present and give Eddie a once-over. “Uhm. Nope. You look sober. And very hot.”

He grins at you, wolfish, but then a bright chord of organ music signals the start of the ceremony. With a steady hand on your back, he leads you to a pew near the last row; when you’re both seated, his hand runs smoothly down to rest on your thigh, drumming a lazy beat with his thumb against you as the processional starts.

Your cousin Marion looks lovely swathed in white tulle, contrasted with her groom in a black tux. Her mother, your aunt- Karen? Karina? can’t recall- dabs at her tears with a delicate lace handkerchief in the front pew as the couple exchanges vows, promising eternal and ineffable love until their ultimate demise, etcetera.

You’re not someone who’s ever fallen prone to the gushy emotions that love seems to create in so many of your peers. While Nancy and Robin will dole out tissues to each other during some cheesy romcom, you’ll get ribbed for being so stoic. None of your breakups have ever ended in giant blowouts or dramatics from your side- hard to fight for something when you hadn’t really cared about it in the first place.

That’s why you consider yourself so lucky, when it comes to Eddie. After the two of you ended your high school fling due to graduation, you’d come back to Hawkins after a few years of college and found yourself sneaking out like a teenager again to hang out with Eddie Munson.

He told you he doesn’t want anything serious, either, and that he’s just fine being friends who sleep around and go to all of each other’s parties.

You almost believe him.

He’s been to every one of your nephew’s hockey games this past season, and you’ve spent two cozy Christmases so far at the trailer with him and Wayne; every party in between has ended with Eddie driving you home, or (more frequently) back to his place. Your collective relatives and friends haven’t asked about your relationship status in years, and it’s all thanks to Eddie’s presence in your life: if the two of you aren’t technically dating, it’s really no one’s business.

The old priest from earlier is droning on about some bible verse; uncomfortable on the hard bench and feeling restless, you shift your hips, and Eddie digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh.

“Quit. Squirming,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. When you shiver and still, he pats your leg and straightens again, eyes fixed to the front altar.

You and Eddie make it through the ceremony with minimal damage, only getting one dirty look from an older man in the pew ahead when you’d snickered at a dirty joke (courtesy of your benchmate). Marion and her new husband greet their guests one by one as everyone filters outside, and you coast easily through the interaction, kissing your cousin on both cheeks and fawning over her dress and giving just the right amount of congrats before Eddie plucks at your elbow to subtly redirect your attention.

“Let’s get some food in you,” he says, linking your arms together as you follow the receiving line outdoors.

The reception is held just next to the church building in a surprisingly lovely courtyard. Sunlight filters through the willow trees at the edge of a grass yard, where a picnic basket awaits on each spread quilt. People are kicking off their dress shoes, unwinding with the lure of nature, kids chasing each other through the paths between blankets as adults wiggle their toes into the grass and dig into the luncheon.

Possibly, you’re high and over-romanticizing, but you can tell by the look on Eddie’s face he’s there with you, taking it all in from your blanket in a quiet corner of the yard.

There are finger sandwiches in the basket, along with some fresh fruit and plastic utensils and plates to eat off of; Eddie fixes you a plate and you dig in happily, sock feet tucked under yourself, yours and Eddie’s shoes in a jumble nearby.

“Could eat anything when I’m high,” you muse, then bite into a sandwich that has the perfect cream-cheese-to-cucumber ratio with a contented sigh. “Food is so good.”

Eddie snaps a baby carrot with his back teeth, then snorts at you before reaching out to tuck one side of your hair behind your ear before it gets eaten along with your food. “I know you can eat anything when you’re high. I once saw you scooping up apple pie with potato chips.”

You give him a sidelong frown, mouth full of bread and veg as you defend yourself- “Yeah, and it was great. Dee-licious. Would do it again if-”

Your name is being called, and you swivel to see a young man about your age weaving along the spaces between blankets towards yours and Eddie’s spot.

“Tony!” In a neat bit of multitasking, you manage to swallow your food and rise to your feet (albeit unsteadily, with Eddie’s hand snapping out to support your efforts), then hold your arms out to envelop the boy in a hug. “Oh my god, it’s been ages.”

Anthony Townsend has grown up in the time you’ve spent away- the last recollection you have of your former childhood neighbor is his mop of red hair bouncing with the trampoline his parents bought him in 6th grade. He grew into his looks, for sure- the awkwardness of pre-teen ears and too-big front teeth have settled into a very kind and handsome face.

He looks genuinely pleased to see you, returning your hug with a squeeze, pulling back to hold both your hands and ask about where you’ve been. You breeze through a highlighted version of the last few years, leaving out all the interdimensional monster bullshit and focusing the questions back on him.

Tony’s telling you about his father’s veterinary practice that’s still running smoothly when you feel Eddie at your back, and Tony falters, dropping your hands.

Social cues come a tad slow to you, under the influence, and you think Tony’s stumbling because you haven’t introduced him yet (how were you supposed to know Eddie’s been glaring daggers at the poor kid ever since you’d hugged him?), and you attempt to remedy your mistake with a casual remark- “You know, Eddie here has been feeding the stray cats at our place every night, a whole colony of them- there’s gotta be, what, ten of ‘em now?”

You turn to Eddie for confirmation, reeling a little at the dark scowl he’s still sporting as he nods. “Yup. Somethin’ like.”

Tony scratches at the back of his neck, freckled cheeks pink as he begins to back away- “Um, yeah. Cool. Well it was great to see you! I gotta…”

With a vague gesture, he turns and tails it back to his blanket on the other side of the yard. You whirl on Eddie, his face smoothing back into relaxed indifference, even as you hiss, “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know what you mean, princess.”

“That,” you repeat, waving an arm in the air for emphasis. “I know I’m not sober but you were being weird, even by my standards.”

There’s this look that Eddie gets, sometimes, when one of you bumps against the walls of your loosely-defined relationship- a brief flash of pain and sadness before it gets hidden away behind his comfortable mask of bravado.

He’s got it now- a small pinch in his eyebrows, doey eyes swimming with emotion, and you put a hand on his leather-clad arm as the pieces fall into place. “Were you… are you jealous?”

In the span of a blink, the mask is back up, and with a dry laugh that’s so unlike him, Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. What do I have to be jealous of, huh? ‘S not like we belong to each other.”

Maybe on a different day, with half the weed in your system, you’d be able to let this comment slide. But there’s something deeply hurtful about it, sinking and twisting in your stomach like a stone. Your grip tightens on Eddie’s arm, tears stinging hot at your eyes, voice a watery, desperate thing- “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

Eddie is quick to comfort you, once he realizes you’re close to crying- “Shit, sweetheart. Okay. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to think…” Your voice is still shaky with emotion as Eddie lets you hold on to him, gently shushing you even though there’s no one near enough to hear. “You’re important to me, Eddie. I never wanna make you mad, or upset, or-”

“I’m not.” Eddie cuts smoothly into your rambling, placing his hands on either side of your neck as you cling to him, cool rings kissing into your skin. “I’m not mad, promise. I was just being an asshole for no reason, okay? Could never be mad at you.”

His thumb strokes at the column of your throat, your breath and heart rate lulled to normal under his touch, his expression returning to the gentle fondness you’re used to seeing.

“Let’s finish up lunch, hm?” Eddie says, and with a final soft squeeze he pulls away from you, taking with him the warmth of his palms.

It’s always like this, with him, at least in front of your respective families- any PDA is kept to a strict minimum, nothing too intimate or drawn out so as not to attract attention. You’d implemented this rule from the beginning, and Eddie has been nothing but respectful of it, your peace of mind over not wanting a label pacified.

But right now? The lack of Eddie’s arms around you or his lips on yours was starting to make you ache.

You both settle into the blanket again, conversation flowing around mouthfuls of food as you catch Eddie up with the latest family gossip, laughing when he bats your pointer finger out of the air (as if anyone is really paying attention to you two giggling loons).

Someone’s brought a radio and has it dialed to a soft rock station; you gasp and shove at Eddie (sprawled out like a house cat after a full meal in the sun), exclaiming “It’s Fleetwood Mac and you love Fleetwood Mac!”

“I so don’t,” he grumbles, but rises easily when you tug at him to stand sock-to-sock feet with you in the grass.

You both fall into a smooth rhythm, Eddie’s hands staying (respectably) on your hips, yours looped around his neck, doing a slow little rotation. He gazes at you as you sway back and forth in each other’s arms, the scrutiny making you titter and fidget.

“What?”

“Thought I told you to quit squirmin’,' ' comes his answer, hands tightening into the meat of your waist. “Let me look at you a minute.”

So you let him look.

While his chocolate eyes roam your face, you trail a hand up to curl a lock of his hair around your finger. Eddie leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, giving you room to do some staring of your own at those long, dark lashes.

After another slow circle, Eddie inhales and draws himself back, clearing his throat. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, sweetheart, but we’re gonna start getting looks if you don’t quit using me as your personal stress toy.”

You snort. “You’re right. Sorry.”

“All good,” he replies, dimples springing into his cheeks, teasing again- “When we get home later you can pet me like a dog, if you want. Just gotta tone you down ‘cuz you get touchy when you’re high.”

Eddie’s being a perfect gentleman. He’s sticking to your rules and looking out for you.

So why is it making you so sad?

You realize, with a stunning clarity, that you don’t want to wait until you’re back at the trailer to touch Eddie. That you’re starting to crave him when he leaves, whether it’s for a day or an hour or just out of bed to get a snack.

Fuck it, you think, and bend to scoop up your shoes.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell Eddie, slipping on your shoes then starting towards the building. When you realize he’s not following, you pause, giving him a look over your shoulder- “Aren’t you coming?”

Eddie blinks, wondering if you’re insinuating what he thinks you’re insinuating or if he’s just really, really high. “Um. Uh…”

You don’t leave room for the shock to sink in, turning on your heel and smirking when you hear him swear under his breath and scramble to catch up.

In a narrow hallway lined with portraits of long-dead saints, you push Eddie against the wall, mouth sealing over his and hands roaming hungrily over his body.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, in between kisses, your fingers tugging at the root of his hair, near the nape of his neck where it stings the best- “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

“You.” The answer is an honest one. You slip your tongue between Eddie’s teeth and the boy moans, melting into you.

Peppering kisses down Eddie’s face, your lips settle into the hollow just under his jaw, then part to give room to your teeth. Eddie stiffens as you bite down, sensitive skin pierced by your mouth; it’s his turn to be the squirmy one as you suck a bruise into that soft spot.

His cock is filling out, as proved by the steadily-growing bulge behind his zipper. You give a mean little wiggle of your hips and Eddie jolts so hard you lose your spot on his neck, popping off him with a wet smack.

“Angel, you have to stop.” Eddie sounds absolutely wrecked as he tries to maintain some distance, head tipped back to stare at the popcorn ceiling. “M’not gonna last if you keep doing that. Let me take you home, we can-”

“Shhh.” You quiet him with a pointer finger smooshed against his lips, your other hand tilted to your ear. “You hear that?”

Eddie strains to hear distant cheers and hip hip hoorays from the festivities a few corridors away; when he nods, you whisper, “That’s the cake cutting. We have a good ten minutes before anyone thinks to come back here.”

At first, Eddie thinks he’s off the hook when you release him completely, walking swiftly towards the main sanctuary. But then, because you’re a temptress, you beckon him with an impatient wave.

And because he’s so easy for you, he follows.

It’s like that window has a magnetic pull- you’re back under the prismatic glow of the stained glass, brushing a hand across the wide sill to dust it before hopping up to perch there. You fit neatly between the split row of votive candles (all snuffed out by now), enough room for your knees to part and for Eddie to fill the space.

You cross your arms around his neck, drawing him in with another deep kiss as his hands find your waist.

“Want you to mark me up,” you murmur, and when Eddie draws back, wary, you let your chin tip up. The crown of your head knocks into the window, exposing your throat. “Show them I’m yours, Eds.”

Only have to tell him twice, apparently, ‘cuz his teeth sink into your stretch of soft skin without further qualms. The feeling of his tongue soothing over the sore spot makes you jump, hips bucking forward into his hand that you didn’t even notice had trailed up the inside of your dress.

His long fingers pet at the wet patch that’s seeping through your underwear, catching at your clit on an upstroke, your gasp a harsh noise in the otherwise silent sanctuary.

Eddie begins to rub at you through the fabric in earnest now, tight circles with his thumb even as he pulls his mouth from your neck to assess his handiwork. “Yeah, fuck, sweetheart, that’s gonna leave a mark. You want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?”

Your bundle of nerves throbs under Eddie’s touch and you curse, hands weaving tight into his hair again. “Shit, Eddie, yeah- just like that…”

He dips back into the well of your neck with his teeth, keeps just the right amount of pressure on your clit, and that tension coiling in your lower stomach is just about to snap before you stop him with a hand around his wrist.

“Sorry,” you pant through the apology, forehead crushed to Eddie’s collarbone as you try and catch your breath. “Was about to come and I want you inside of me for that.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

Eddie fumbles with his belt buckles as you giggle, chastising- “Hush and mind your manners, Munson. That’s blaspheming and we’re about to fuck in a church.”

“I’ll show you manners.” Eddie has his pants and briefs shoved to mid-thigh before you can draw breath to tell him off; one hand smears precum down the shaft of his ruddy cock as the other pushes your dress up and hooks your panties to the side.

You’re wet and worked up enough that he slides into the heat of you with ease, breath punching out with the way his cock completely fills you. When Eddie pulls out and sinks back in, you let out a keening whine and scrabble for purchase on his leather jacket.

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it-” his voice is a dark rumble, each word punctuated with a snap of his hips, the squelch of your slick walls responding. “So wet for me. That’s my good girl. You like gettin’ off to being mine, huh, angel?”

You nod, head lolling against the window, and Eddie grins wicked even though you can’t see it. “Come on. Show me whose pussy this is.”

When his hand snakes between your bodies to press against your clit with his thumb, you come with a long, strained whimper, ankles crossing at the small of Eddie’s back to draw him closer while the velvet walls of your cunt spasm.

Eddie’s free hand shoots out to the supporting wood arch of the window for stability as he angles his hips up, longing for that glossy honey-eyed look you get sometimes: and there it is, your eyes half-lidded and brow pinched in pleasure as his cock hits against that gummy spot, the tremble of your thighs locked around his waist as your orgasm peaks.

Once he’s fucked you through the height of it, Eddie dips to bite at the taut muscle where your neck and shoulder meet, clamping down on the words threatening to flood out as his hips stutter. He comes hard, deep groan muffled into your neck, curses and praises spilling out in mindless babbling: “Fuck fuck, angel, that’s it, honey, shit, you’re so wet. All for me, huh, baby? Doin’ so good…”

He sags into your arms, pinning you to the window, chests heaving in tandem as you both catch your breath. You stroke a hand down his back, towards his ass, and then to the edge of his pants.

When he realizes that you’re trying to tuck him back into his clothes he whines at you, but you’re quick to shush him. “We’re cuttin’ it close with timing already, Eds. Help me out?”

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls away from the wet warmth of you to re-dress. Once his belt is in place he attends to you, helping shift the hem of your dress back down, rubbing his finger lightly under the skin of your eye where some mascara had smudged.

“I’ll double back for the keys and we’ll go home, ‘kay?” Eddie says, nose nudging into your cheek. “Wait here. You got some wicked marks and everyone will know we just fucked.”

“Pfft. No they won’t. Who would actually fuck in a church?” You push Eddie back playfully, hopping down from the sill with a wink. “You’ve gotta be sick to do that. Good thing my family believes you to be a perfect goody-two-shoes.”

Eddie stares as you make for the doors back to the courtyard, shrugging off his incredulity- “Eddie. It’s fine. So they’ll think we made out a bit. Who cares? Not me. And plus…” here you trail off and point, mischievous, Eddie’s eye’s following the line to his sock feet- “...you kinda have a no-shoes situation goin’ on. Gotta fix that.”

When you disappear through the doors, Eddie slams a palm to his chest, in awe- then feels the outline of the lighter in his inner pocket. With a practiced twist, he has it out and lit in a second, holding the flame to the wick of a votive candle.

“I don’t know how these candles work, exactly, or if atheists are allowed to…” Eddie clears his throat, glances over his shoulder to confirm you’re still out of earshot, then whispers above the flickering light: “Please let this be real life and not just some high-fueled fantasy because this is kind of huge for me. Okay thanks. Amen, or whatever.”

Eddie blows out the candle like it’s a birthday wish then hurries to catch up with you, sock feet silent against the wood floor as he calls out your name- “Slow down and have a heart, babe, I’ve got no grip!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #weed mention #tw weed

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winedrunkwords · 7 months

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lovely vision.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: the one where people can tell when steve thinks about you and mike can't whisper. [1.1k]

warnings: fluff, unrequited-to-requited-love, gender-neutral!reader

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In hindsight, he really played himself, hoping his super-observant, super-loud, no-boundary-having friends wouldn’t say anything. He couldn’t tell if that made it better or worse.

It’s one thing for Steve Harrington, self-proclaimed Halloween hater, to not mind when other people decorate his space. That can just be written off to him being polite and kind, even though Dustin would scoff at that and Eddie would laugh and Mike would call him out on the word “polite” being anywhere near his name.

The point is, being around other people’s decorations had some kind of plausible deniability. Him putting up Halloween decoration himself, however, there’s no deniability in that.

“What’s that?” Dustin asked as he slid into the backseat of Steve’s BMW, pointing at the ghost charm that dangles from the rearview mirror. Steve offered (read: was blackmailed) into driving the boys from the Wheelers house to the arcade even though they had perfectly functioning bikes. But then Dustin said they were teaching you how to play some game whose name he couldn’t remember and he definitely didn’t want you walking all that way, and since he was going that way anyways….

“Nothing,” Steve snapped back, staring straight ahead. Hopefully that would be the end of it and no one would s—

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” offered Mike, the traitor. His hair was long and in his eyes, like Eddie’s, but Steve could still feel the suspicious, almost accusing glare through the mess. “Looks like a decoration.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s just an air freshener. I know teenage boys stink but you guys know what that is.”

“A ghost air freshener,” Lucas said, right in his ear. Steve had half a mind to kick him out, but he’d already started driving to your house and he didn’t want to be late. “That’s for Halloween, and you hate Halloween. You always buy those dumb trees.”

“Why are you paying so much attention to my spending habits?”

“Because they’re terrible.”

Steve glared at him through the rearview mirror (the traitor). “Don’t think I won’t make you walk.”

Your house was pretty close to the Wheelers and already decked out, considering Halloween was at the end of the month and it was only October first. Fake, giant spider webs stretched up the front yard to the porch, and pumpkins and Halloween decorations dotted almost every inch. Your house looked like it was out of a cartoon about the Addams family and your outfit matched it, all black and muted colors. Your smile, though, that made Steve feel like he’d sipped pure sunshine.

You slid into the passenger seat, your designated spot (to no one’s surprise and to your complete obliviousness). “Oh a little ghost! He’s so cute! Is he for Halloween?”

“Yeah, Steve,” Dustin asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Is he for Halloween?”

Rock and a fucking hard place. “Uh, yeah. It looked like it would fit the vibe, you know, and it smells nice.” Which wasn’t a lie. Steve genuinely did like the way it smelled, and the thought of you smiling at him the way you were now (warm, bashful, a little endeared) made the fact that it was a ghost a good thing.

You were endeared, maybe a few shades more than that. Steve’s indifference to Halloween was a well-known fact in the merry band of nerds (their name) that he chose to hang out with. Robin still talked about the year she got him to decorate his house with one (just one!) skeleton like it was a badge of honor. Now here he was, Levi jeans and orange sweater, with a ghost dangling from his car, glancing at you with a smile as he pulled into the arcade parking lot.

Maybe Mike thought he was quieter than he was; maybe he just wanted to ruin Steve’s life specifically. Either way, the entire car heard him over the radio when he murmured, “Man you really do turn into the people you love.”

Steve flushed and turned around so fast that you would be concerned about whiplash if you weren’t replaying what Mike said over and over again. People you love. “Alright, go play your damn games.”

None of the boys said anything, Mike looking almost uncharacteristically apologetic through the window. You smiled out at Dustin and said, “I’ll meet you guys in a few minutes, okay?” You could almost feel the man beside you turn into a statue.

“Okay.” He glanced between you and Steve nervously but ultimately chose to follow Mike and Lucas, leaving the two of you staring after the arcade door as it shut beside him.

“I’m sorry he said that,” Steve said almost frantically, eyes locked on the steering wheel so he didn’t have to see whatever horrible embarrassed look was on your face. “Mike never really knows when to shut up and he’s an instigator. He’s an idiot, actually. I’m really sorry; I can take it down if you want and —“

Your hand on his bicep shocked him into silence, and when he looked up at you, you were smiling like he’d given you a gift. “I don’t want you to take it down, Stevie.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to take it down,” you repeated, “I like it. Why are you saying sorry for liking me back?”

“Because I don’t want to — pause. Did you say back?”

You laughed, and it was the best sound Steve had ever heard in his life. He wanted it bottled up for him only, the only thing sustaining him for the rest of his life. “Eddie kept saying I was really obvious.”

“He kept saying that to me too,” Steve replied. “He’s just stupid.” He wasn’t entirely sure what’s happening, but you were still looking at him. Your hand fell onto his, right on the console, and relief burst inside his chest, a cool relief like a sip of water when you were parched.

Liking him back. What the fuck?

“I don’t think either of us are much better right now.”

His hand, of its own volition but also because it knew if he didn’t do this he would never forgive himself, cupped your cheek, and he didn’t even have time to ask before you said, “yes,” and leaned in. And he was kissing you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you like he needed it to breathe, like it was the difference between him being able to keep going or crumble right then and there. Steve Harrington liked you back.

You parted, and fell back into each other once, twice, before he pulled away far enough that he could talk. He whispered, “If those kids come out here and stop me, I’ll strand them, I swear.” Your answering laugh felt like absolution.

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thank you so much for reading this! i wanted to write something for the beginning of october and i've been missing steve, hence a little steve one-shot. pls let me know what you think; i'd love to hear it! feel free to like and reblog if you enjoyed this, it really does help <3

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rey-jake-therapist · 6 months

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I was reading @tickldpnk8 's excellent meta about Desire, when something they said about Dream disapproving of Destruction's relationship with Ishtar the goddess of love planted a series of questions in my mind...

First question: how their function influences the Endless' love life? Why was Destruction drawn to a goddess symbolizing Love? Why did Dream disapprove it? Why did Dream neglect Calliope after she gave birth to Orpheus and why did he really severe his connection with them both?

Was it all just..... personal?

When I read that Destruction had a romance with the goddess of Love, my first reaction was to find it.... weird. What do Destruction and Love have in commun? At first view, not much even nothing... except maybe that destruction Can happen because of deceived love?

Dream is the romantic of the family, it's Destruction himself who states it in Song of Orpheus when he tells Orpheus he's just like his father. Dreams inspire the artists and the poets, so his union with Calliope, the poet's muse, probably made sense to everyone (except her sisters, who thought in their great wisdom that Dream was an asshole 😂). But Destruction and Love? Yeah I can totally see why it raised a few eyebrows in the Endless family. I mean, we know Dream in particular disapproved the relationship but Ishtar told her friend that her romance with Destruction ended because of "his family" not just her brother in law, so my guess is that she had to deal with vehement hostility, from everyone not just Dream.

Why would be that? My headcanon's now that the Endless feared that Love would be a bad influence on Destruction, because he would be less kin to do his job right since he would start seeing things differently, about humans, the love they can have for each other and the beauty of it. And I actually suspect that his relationship with Ishtar may have had him question his function indeed, and its necessity. Maybe it's really because he knew Love (he sort of dated it!) that he walked away from the Endless family and didn't choose anyone to succeed him? He knew that love would always end up destroyed but he didn't want this responsibility anymore?

(Please notice I'm mostly talking out loud here.... these are just some random thoughts and questionings....)

Now, Dream and Calliope. In the Wake, Calliope says Dream was basically the perfect husband until she became pregnant. It's often thought that their relationship was damaged by what happened to Orpheus, but the fact is that they started drifting apart long before that. Of course as humans it's tempting to think that Dream lost interest in his wife because she became a mother and he looked at her differently: that's what men often do, right? But Dream isn't a man and Calliope is a goddess; the product of their union was Orpheus, who represented "the supreme power of poetry and music to enchant all natural things". If I look at the evolution of Dream and Calliope's marriage purely on their respective function, the fact that 1. they had separate lives even when they were in love and happy 2. They drifted apart once Orpheus was conceived, both things make perfect sense!

It's often assumed that Dream "gets tired" of his lovers once the thrills is gone aka once the seduction phase is over. But I think it's oversimplifying and again, forgetting that Dream isn't human, he doesn't think like one. My current headcanons regarding Dream and Calliope are that,

They got married first because it seemed to be the perfect union regarding their respective functions. It doesn't mean they didn't love each other, but Dream has loved others before and after Calliope... she's the only one he married, and I don't think it's a coincidence.

They didn't live at the same place, Calliope visited Dream' realm only when she wanted: doesn't it reflect perfectly what inspiration does to us? Coming and going through our dreams, being absent sometimes for months even years....

Once Orpheus was conceived, it's possible that Dream's interest in the relationship faded because... His union with Calliope had filled its purpose. Yeah, I'm aware of how bleak it sounds, but again I'm thinking strictly in terms of concepts, which Dream and Calliope are.

The fact that Dream severed his connection with both Orpheus and Calliope is of course explained within the story told in the comics, but it also can find its roots in the humans'world: the vision that humans have of art, dreams and gods HAVE changed. They don't seem as intrinsically connected as (maybe?) they used to be, at some point science took over and humans kept believing in dreams, but in gods and mythology in general? Not so much. The divorce between Dream and Calliope, I think, symbolizes this dissociation.

I can't NOT also tag @writing-for-life and @poobtato on this big subject ;)

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Bleeding Candy Hearts (s. harrington x reader)

SYNOPSIS: It’s Valentine’s day and Steve recollects the moments leading up a confession and a question he wanted to ask through candy hearts. REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: fluffy fluffy!!!! hurt/comfort (reader’s parents are also absent), mentions of the ‘mall fire’, domestic ending, friends to lovers, not proofread PAIRINGS: Steve Harrington x Reader WORD COUNT: 3.8k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

A/N: Don’t forget to check out my Sleepover Event! Happy Valentine’s Day…or week!

“Dustin, Dustin, no!”

“What?” Dustin asked, munching on pastel colored candy hearts that he found on Steve Harrington’s kitchen counter. “I’m just eating candy,”

“That wasn’t for you, asshole!” Steve exclaimed, rushing to the scene of the crime. Crumbs of candy hearts littered the marble tops. “Did you eat everything?”

“No,” Dustin shrugged. Steve sighed in annoyance before counting the contents of the box. Eleven candy hearts left. How was that going to be enough? Steve counted, he needed at least twenty-five. Steve was kind of annoyed but seeing Dustin’s apologetic face eased him. Kind of.

“What is this about anyway?”

“I’m giving it to my Valentine!” Steve replied. “Ugh, dude! That was the last box,”

“Sorry, man. I swear, I didn’t mean it,” Dustin replied.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved off. Fuck, what was he going to do now?

The truth was, today was a special day for Steve. Not because it was Valentine’s day soon but because he was going to finally ask you a question that he’s been dying to ask.

Steve’s been thinking about it for weeks now—how you light up the room wherever you are, how you’d laugh at his jokes, the slight touches…he’s been thinking about you, consuming his mind with everything and you probably didn’t even know about it.

It all started a few months back. You were the new girl of Hawkins. You had no friends yet and no anything. Your parents were barely home and you moved into the house right beside the Harringtons. Steve watched from his window as the movers placed boxes upon boxes inside your home. There was a polite smile every time they’d pass by you but that was it.

Steve really wanted to talk to you—he was friendly and he was your neighbor. Surely, it’d be nice to welcome you to the neighborhood. He was out running some errands for the house when he saw you in the supermarket. Your cart was filled with fresh ingredients—vegetables, fruits, eggs. There was pasta and some candies and other essentials that a functioning family might need—a stark contrast to what he had on hand (soda, beer, and other food filled with artificial flavors and preservatives).

You were both in the cereal aisle and Steve decided to introduce himself to you.

“Uh, hey,” Steve greeted, making you look up from the shelves.

“Hi,” you smiled. Steve knew he was fucked. “You’re my neighbor, right?”

“Yeah. Steve Harrington,” he said. You nodded, telling him your name. Lovely name, it suited you perfectly. “Running some errands too?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m preparing my meals for the whole week so I’d only have to microwave them,”

“They don’t go bad?”

“No, not really. I cook a big batch of food every Sunday and then portion them. It’s easier than having to cook everyday. Saves my time too,” you told him.

“Well, I only rely on…beer, soda, milk, cereal, and Hot Pockets,” Steve told you. “Never really learned how to cook.”

“Oh. I love cooking but it’s so tedious especially with everything going on,” you told him, taking a box of Reese’s Puffs from the aisle. “Anyway, I have to go, Steve. Still have to do the laundry and everything,”

“I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah.”

Steve went home that day feeling more inspired than ever. After you parted ways, Steve bought ingredients that would make for a salad. Sure, he didn’t know what balsamic vinegar was but at least there was a ready made ranch dressing.

The next time Steve saw you was in a record store that Eddie worked in. He and Robin decided to drop by to visit Eddie and ask if he would be down for some burgers.

“Eddie! I swear to god, I didn’t know,” you laughed.

“You didn’t know that the PB and J sandwich with the label ‘Eddie’ was mine?” he asked teasingly. “Guess, I didn’t know that the ice cream with someone’s name on it is someone’s too,”

“Fine, fine you can have my ice cream because I ate your sandwich,” you said. Your eyes looked around to see Steve and another girl by the counter. “Hi, Steve!”

“Hey! This is Robin,” Steve said.

“Hi, Robin!” you greeted, telling her your name. Something clicks inside her brain and she looks at Steve.

“Hi! How do you know Eddie?” she asked.

At the mention of his name, Eddie arrives.

“Know me? She’s like my mom,” Eddie said. “She started working here last week, right?”

“Hm,” you think. “Yeah. Or like a week and a half?”

“And she’s already eating my PB&J!” Eddie complained, ruffling your hair. You laughed and Steve wanted to replay it over and over.

“So, what brings you guys here? Are you looking for something?” you asked.

“Oh, uh, I’m actually looking for a CD…” Steve lied. Eddie looks at him, puzzled. Why did Steve suddenly want a CD?

“What is it? I can probably help,” you replied. Steve racks his brain for a vinyl that his dad had. You listened as he said the name of the artist. He wanted the latest release.

“Okay,” you said. “Let me look at the inventory at the back and tell you,”

“Okay, thanks,” Steve replied and you smiled politely at him.

“Really? A CD?” Eddie asked. “What are you really here for?”

“We were going to ask if you wanted burgers since it’s almost the end of your shift,” Robin replied. “But Steve here has other plans,”

Eddie snickered at Robin’s teasing.

“Hey! I’m just trying to see. Just being neighborly,”

“Right,” Robin replied.

“I swear! She’s my neighbor,” Steve said, his hushed voice increasing in volume.

“Steve! I’m so sorry but it seems like we don’t have it here yet,” you suddenly appeared with an apologetic smile. “If you could fill up our reservation form, Eddie and I can put a stock aside for you,”

“No, that’s fine,” Steve replied. “I’ll come back some other time,”

“Oh, sure,”

“Steve and Robin asked if I can have burgers,” Eddie spoke. “You wanna go with us?”

“Oh, I’d love to but I just clocked in,” you replied. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll cover the rest of your shift,”

“Really?” Eddie’s eyes seemed to brighten at your statement and you smiled.

“Yeah! Go enjoy,” you said. “I’ll handle this,”

“Thank you!” Eddie said before hugging you quickly. “Let’s go!”

“Uh—bye!”

“Bye!”

Steve and his friends left and you continued to your chores.

“She was totally asking for your number,” Eddie said.

“Huh?”

“She wanted your number,” Eddie repeated. “We don’t have reservation forms. It’s just a thing I taught her,”

That night, you went home to a package of burgers and a made-up reservation form waiting on your front porch.

The next time Steve saw you was a few days later. There was a knock on his door and it was a slow Sunday morning. Steve walked groggily to the door, having slept in the living room. He was wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur print, baggy sweatpants, and white socks. He opened it and revealed you, a beautiful dress and a pair of black mary janes.

“Good morning, Steve! I hope I didn’t wake you up,” you greeted. Steve felt self-conscious. In his head, this wasn’t his best look at all but you were only swooning because he looked so adorable.

“Oh—no! No, you didn't, I was just lazing around,” he stuttered. “Um, what brings you today?”

“Well, I was going to the store and remembered you. I was wondering if you wanted to come along? So we could shop together and have coffee afterwards?” you asked.

Now, Steve was usually a sucker for shy girls. Girls who wouldn’t even break glass but this? You? You were refreshing. You were outgoing in a way that doesn’t step on boundaries and God—Steve didn’t want to have any boundaries with you.

“Yeah, sure! Uh, would you mind waiting for me? I’ll just prepare and get dressed,” he replied. “You can come in!”

Sensing his discomfort you smiled.

“It’s okay! I’ll go back to the house and wait for you there. So you won’t feel rushed,” you assured. “Just ring the bell,”

“Okay,” Steve replied, visibly deflating. Truth was, his house was a mess. He only offered to be polite but he did make a mental note to clean for any impromptu visits in the future.

Steve knocked on your door thirty minutes later, dressed in a yellow sweater and some jeans.

“Sorry, I took so long,” he said. “My car or yours?”

“How did you learn to cook?” Steve asked, sitting across from you. You were having coffee and sandwiches now, groceries kept in the car.

“Well, my parents were gone a lot and mom had these cookbooks back home,” you recalled. “I had to learn how to fend for myself at around thirteen because dad thought I was too old to have a babysitter. It was hard at first. Dry fried chicken, overcooked pasta but I enjoyed it once I got the hang of it,”

“Why did you move here?” he asked.

“Well, after the mall fire, the market for housing plummeted here,” you told him. He remembered—his dad bought some houses to lease once the market rises again. “My father thought it’d be good to invest because Hawkins was starting to be more urbanized. He told me to live here to take care of the house and learn some independence while I’m on a break from college. You live alone too, right?”

“Yeah. Well, my dad’s in real estate and his office is far. I don’t even know where it is but he’s originally from Hawkins. He left me to take care of the house and haven’t seen him much ever since,” he said. “Been living alone for years,”

“Feels lonely sometimes,” you said.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But it’s comforting. Like, whenever my parents are here, I don’t feel comfortable at all,”

“I know that feeling! I guess, I should be grateful that my parents are at least supportive and nice but I see them once a month. It kind of gets awkward,” you said before taking a bite of your sandwich.

“You’re lucky. My dad just nags me all day,” Steve shared. “I know he probably wants what’s best for me and he probably thinks that it would be great if I took over his business or whatever but I’m just not there yet. I’m not sure what I want to do yet,”

“Oh, Steve,” you comforted, reaching out across the table to hold his hand. Steve felt at peace when you did that, and what’s worse? He didn’t know that he craved for it so badly. If he lets go, he’d melt completely right in front of you. “It’s okay. You don’t have to figure it out just yet. Tell you what, if you want, you can come up to me in college and I’ll show you around my campus,”

“Really?” Steve asked. He was excited—a campus tour from a girl that he really liked seemed like a sweet deal. If he got in, he’d have his dad off his back.

“Yeah! You can come probably before the semester starts or ends and we could do a road trip together,” you told him, your hand still lingering on his without you knowing. His fingers were pressed against the trace of your palm and it felt good.

“Promise?”

“I promise,”

A hot Saturday—you, Robin, Eddie, and Steve all decided to swim in the lake. You were going to pick Eddie up while Steve took Robin. Both your cars were filled with picnic items and a change of clothes. You all decided to spend the day there and grab dinner at some diner.

“Stop fixing your hair, it’s fine!” Robin complained. “Eyes on the road, Steven,”

“Fine, fine! You’re no fun, you know that?” he asked, fixing a stray piece of hair and tucking it behind his ear.

“I’m sure she’d think you’re still cute,” Robin comforted her friend, making Steve scrunch his nose.

“Cute? I’m not a puppy, you know,” Steve replied. “I need handsome! I’ll even take pretty,”

Steve and Robin arrived there early, setting the picnic blanket with beer, soda, and other snacks. You and Eddie were in charge of the pizza and other knick-knacks that you might crave for during the trip.

“Steve! Robin!” Eddie called, making his friends look up. Eddie’s arm was casually hanging around your shoulders, making Steve tense up. He was so sure that nothing was going on between the two of you but God, he wished he could do that too. Casually.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted, putting the pizza and the doughnuts on the picnic blanket. “I brought us some sunscreen and an extra picnic blanket. If Eddie could be so kind to go get it for me,”

“Fine, fine,” Eddie groaned. “Help me out here, Robin,”

“Hi,” Steve greeted once you were both alone.

“Hello, Steve,” you replied, sitting on the picnic blanket.

“Um, so, I was wondering…what kind of pizza did you get?” God damn. Really? Did he really ask you what type of pizza you got? He did and he couldn’t say anything else. Being with you in the supermaket, cafes, and Eddie’s place of work somehow did something to him and now, underneath the bright sky, you smiling to him, it made that feeling even bigger.

“Oh,” you chuckled. “Got us some pepperoni, cheese, and they released this new flavor with stuffed crust, so Eddie and I got that for you too,”

“Cool, cool. Love pizza,” Steve replied and you looked at him in amusement.

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Stop it,” you told him. For some reason, he was being awkward and while that might’ve been fine, it was also starting to make you feel awkward. “Stop being awkward,”

“No, I’m sorry I just…don’t know what to say and I hate silence,” Steve groaned, putting his head on his hands.

“It’s okay!” you laughed. “Honestly,”

Steve peeks from the spaces of his fingers.

“Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “Actually, I was hoping if you’d like to come with me? There’s a big supermarket outside of Hawkins and it’s like, everything you need is there. Even has its own bakery and uh, food,”

“Like a road trip?”

“Yeah. We can ask Robin and Eddie. I haven’t asked them yet,” you told him. “I don’t know, you don’t have to go. I just thought that it would be a fun twist for our regular Sundays,”

Regular Sundays. Steve liked that. Every Sunday was like a routine now. You’d know on his door to wake him up, go to the store together and run some errands, and then have breakfast or lunch wherever. He liked this routine and while he loved his friends, he wanted to keep you and your Sundays for himself a little longer.

“Okay, we’ll go,” Steve nods. “I’ll drive but you owe me a croissant,”

“Ugh, Eddie, stop!” you both hear Robin groan. “Can you believe him? He wants to bet against racing Harrington but Steve’s like a part of the swim team and Eddie’s…Eddie,”

“Come on! Just ten bucks,” Eddie begged. “Then I’ll leave,”

You laughed, it was usual for Eddie to make up stupid bets. He’d pout when he hands you the money and while you joke he might have a gambling problem, it was all fun and games. Eddie liked to live on adrenaline and for some reason, bets like beating Steve in a swim race was one of them.

Steve was thankful for his friends. They obviously knew that he was so into you. He knew that they were helping him—casually slipping that he was on the swim team, Robin helping out, Eddie taking care of your schedule in a way that Steve could ‘casually’ hang around.

They’ve been pestering him to ask you out because you were so clearly interested. He was never free on Sundays anymore and he hasn’t flirted with anyone else but Steve always told them that good things come to those who wait.

And he was proven right.

Steve showed up to your house, thirty minutes earlier in a dress shirt. Sure, it was probably too much for going to the supermarket but he wanted to put in the effort. You always showed up beautifully, a bright smile, a new lip gloss (Steve pays attention), and a warm greeting. It was time to return the favor.

Somehow, you both knew that this was different from all the times you’ve spent together. Sure, friends go to the store a lot. Friends eat dinner together. Friends talk to each other until the sun rises. Friends do all that together but this was a make or break point.

The day was spent as usual but it was you who broke the silence in his car, on the way back home.

“Steve,” you started. “I…like you,”

“I like you too,” Steve replied but you sighed.

“No, I–I actually have feelings for you and it’s been going on for a while now and I don’t know…maybe you’d want to go on a date together or something,”

Steve was smiling from ear to ear, a blush creeping on his cheeks. God, you turned him into such a sap. He’d never forgive himself for waiting too long to ask you out that you actually beat him to it but it was fine. Nothing would break him right now.

“I like you too and I’d like to go on a date,” he said. “I’ve been feeling it too and I don’t know. It just feels natural to me, you know? Everything about you and I is natural to me,”

“Yeah. I feel the same thing as you.”

After your first date, the kids started to call you their ‘mother.’ It was never said in front of you but after Steve naturally took the role of a big brother-father figure, they’ve always been on the hunt for a big sister-mother figure. You fit perfectly. Telling Dustin to use sunscreen in the pool, helping Max with her homework, Erica going through puberty, cheering on Lucas’ games, comforting Mike with his girlfriend problems. It felt so natural and naturally, the kids would plot something as to ‘leaving you with Steve’ or ‘Isn’t Steve just so handsome?’

It was one date after another. You never kissed on the first date but you just had to kiss Steve. He was so handsome, looking all pouty when you had to go back home. You, knocking on his door after your date and going straight to kissing him. Him, laughing because you’re so forward and so refreshing. He never felt as wanted before. Not even as King Steve, not even with Nancy.

It was Valentine’s Day and Steve really wanted to ask you to be his but Dustin ruined it because he ate all the candy hearts. He had it planned elaborately. He’ll give you a box of candy hearts and you have to figure out what he was trying to say. Now, he couldn’t. Steve groaned in frustration, red staining his fingertips. Somehow, the liquid food coloring bled into the candy hearts. He could barely make out the letters on the candies.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Dustin offered. “I’m really sorry,”

Dustin felt bad. This was what he wanted—his hero and the new girl finally getting together. Nobody missed the looks that you two exchanged, the fleeting touches, and everything else. It was so obvious that you were too into each other. You were just waiting.

“It’s fine,” Steve replied. He had other tricks in the bag; a bouquet of your favorite flowers, chocolates, and all the Valentine she-bang. But the candy hearts were the most important part.

For Valentine’s, you two agreed to just hold it at home. Your home. You told him that it would be nice if the two of you could cook together and buy the supplies the day before. Steve agreed, of course. Anything you’d ask for, he’d give. He knocks on your door with his heart on his sleeve, roses and Valentine gifts in hand. You opened the door in your favorite outfit and Steve wanted to go back to the flower shop and buy every single flower for you.

“Hello, beautiful,” Steve greeted, a smile draping his lips. “I got these for you,”

“Thank you, handsome. Come in, come in,” you said, taking the flowers from him. Steve watched as you placed the bouquet in a vase, settling it on the dining table you assembled. You were lucky that your mother had collections of porcelain and fine china. “You look handsome,” you told him and he did. His brown hair falling on his face, his neat outfit—there was a glow within Steve and you found yourself staring.

“Stop staring…or take a picture,” he teased. “I have my polaroid with me,”

“Okay, let’s,” you said. That’s how you spent your Valentine's afternoon. Steve helped you chop the vegetables, stir the soup. He’d pause to take pictures of you. An arm around your waist, his lips kissing your cheek, a smile on your face. Snap! Another picture.

“I’ll take this one,” he said, before you could even ask for it. “Put it in my wallet,”

“What about mine?”

“You get all the pictures,” he said. “Just want this one,”

“Okay,” you replied. Garnishing the pasta with shreds of parmesan. Everything was set in place and Steve wanted to do this more than ever.

“Actually, before we start on our Valentine’s dinner, I wanted to give you one more thing,” he said, showing you a crumpled box of candy hearts. “Explains my red fingers,”

You took the box from him to reveal candy hearts.

“I didn’t…Dustin ate most of it and I had to make do with what I have,” he explained. The letters were barely there.

I U L L B M Y G W F ?

Steve watched nervously as you tried to figure out his message.

WILL U B MY GF?

Eleven bleeding candy hearts that spelled out the question you wanted from him the most. You wordlessly turned away from him to retrieve a small heart-shaped cake that you baked last night. Steve read the inscription as you gave it to him. He wanted to laugh, it was a cake version of a candy heart that read:

Be mine?

“You always upstage me,” he laughed, closing the distance between the two of you, his arms around your waist.

“Explains my blue fingers,” you said. “So, I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Only if I’m your boyfriend. I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too, Steve..”

“Mom! Dad got us Valentine’s gifts. Look!”

“What is it?” you asked. Steve always had the habit of spoiling the kids. He could never say no to them but then again, you could never do that to them either.

“He got us chocolates and told us to share this cake for us,” your daughter said, while your younger son nodded cluelessly, carefully placing the cake on your lap. A cake that looked like a candy heart with the inscription: I love you. :)

A/N: That’s it for Valentine’s week! Thank you for reading.

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prototypelq · 8 months

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DMC Questions Anon here!

Take every character you wish to and tell me what you think is the most emotionally devastating situation they could be put in and how they would react to it.

Hi, Ember! You just had to do the ask around the DMC1 anniversary and the twins' very bad absolutely no good horrible terrible birthday huh) lol we love angst in dmc everything is completely fine

To be perfectly honest with you I am surprised the twins are... somewhat functioning persons after all the shit they went through. I mean, they are barely functional, and 5 was just one massive mental breakdown for both of them but still! They remain Somewhat sane which is very hard to believe to tell the truth, and they really need years of extensive therapy (...also any therapist they go to will need therapy themselves after a session with the twins, I feel sorry for the poor soul).

All of this is to say that this is my ask and I don't want the twins to suffer too much)

this is also the reason I side with the 'twins have normal human lifespan' answer in Raven's poll, because Sparda Luck has had nothing good in store for them ever, and prolonging their years means risking their fragile mental health even more. they just really need a leave/retire at this point and my wish for them is to live their years in relative peace

I'l go over the twins briefly as I don't want them to go through shit again, the canon was cruel enough towards them. Nero is their weak spot. Nero is extremely important to the twins, because he is the physical manifestation of hope for their future. Before 5 the answer to this question would have been each other, as the pain of being the lone brother has been familiar for each of them and has been festering for decades at this point, but it all changed in 5. The ending of 5 shows rekindling of their brotherhood, it it was only possible thanks to Nero, as in 5 both of them were so exhausted they wanted just to end everything*

*I've discussed this with Raven, and we bounced around the idea that the circumstances of twins 'mutual agreement for the end' was not so mutual in details. Vergil was exhausted and had no idea what to do next, except have one last great stand with his brother, and to force Dante's hand to end him. But to bait Dante into doing that, he had to go all out during their battle, so Dante kind of rightfully assumed Vergil was out for his blood. Again. DMC3 tragic parallels my beloved.

I doubt Vergil realised how badly this was all going for Dante, or the consequences of such action on his twin. Though Dante absolutely knew he could not live with himself after ending Vergil again, and that's exactly why he left the deed (= inheritance for Nero) behind before going on this hunt. He thought it would be his last.

It would be curious to see Vergil's reaction to that information, I think if he learns of the deed he'll piece the puzzle himself, and then there is going to be an Interesting conversation between the twins. I doubt Vergil would have gone through with his plan if he knew the toll it would take on Dante, and Vergil never wanted his brother dead.

Nero is the twins future. He gave them a deserved slap as a wake up call, he reminded them of the possibilities the future could hold, while twins only ever look to the past. They found kinship in their shared respect and fondness of Nero, this is their starting point to heal.

Loosing another after 5 would be, of course, extremely painful for either of them (arguably worse for Dante, as his mental state is pretty much in shambles in 5, and Vergil was the same before that, literally in his case, but he has new page now, he just has trouble figuring out what to do with it), but with Nero's help they just might be able to pull through.

But if anything happened to Nero himself? I don't think twins, even with their bond rekindled would be truly able to come back from that. So yeah, the twins' weak spot is Nero.

Nero`s weakspot is obviously family, however much has been much kinder to him in that aspect than the twins. He grew up loved and cared for in his adopted family, but with his own isues of course. While Nero had not knew Dante&Vergil for very long, he certainly does take after his uncle&father (must be the Sparda heritage) in term of issues, because Nero combines the twins' together! Nero struggles simultaniously with self-worth and the need for recognition, which I reckon, will give him A Time while the twins are gone, and if anything they will only worsen after their return too. Nero has already unlocked two power-ups, yet he is abandonned by the twins (for reasons he will have to come to terms with) And he is not even close to their power levels (Vergil only lost to Nero because he did not want to fight in the first place and was exhausted). Nero has been trying to establish himself... for his entire life, but every major demonic outbreak had Required a Dante call, Nero had not been able to handle it on his own. And after twins return this issue will only persist, because he means so much to the twins, he now basically has a very agressive safety net, which all the spardas will have to work together to solve.

Also I could have just said family. Nero will be worrying over twins the entire time of their absence, no doubt about it. Hopefully, in the meantime of awaiting their return, he will look into whatever he can find of their history, and he will get at least a rough picture of what the hell the brothers have been through and why they had to go together.

Other weakpoint of Nero's is, of course, Kyrie. I actually have no idea how he leaves their home, knowing his blood attracts demons, which are already plenty in Fortuna, and with canon suggesting no special abilities to defend herself with. If something happens to her it will be devastating for him, but Nero has grew up with good support system around him, he has another adopted sibling in Nico, and now even his blood relatives are close. It will be hard, but I believe he could pull through with all of their help. (but I want nothing bad to happen to Kyrie)

Same applies for Kyrie - she will be tortured by the loss of nero if it came to that, but hopefully she will be able to work through that loss.

#why did this post turn out so long and a kind-of character opinion post I literally started on it immedeately after receiving the ask #oh well what can you do except read it I guess #i thought about adding others but to be honest the answers after nero will be pretty much the same #patty will have a terrible time if she lost nina or dante both obviously mean a lot of her #they are also her only line of defense against demons otherwise its life on the run #i feel like trish will have an easier time if she were left alone actually because she will always have History with the twins and will #never be able to fully move on from that while they remain in contact sorry for saying this but this is the only take i have on a character #forced to traumatise her friends with just her appearance alone this is a solvable issue untill someone leaves the equasion #lucia will have a bad time when matier passes as she is her only family and friend as far as we know #dmc3 cerberus won't have anymore traumatising situations because he was broken) sorry still not over my fuming over cerberus disrespect #dmc questions anon #dmc #dante sparda #vergil sparda #the sparda loser twins #nero sparda #dmc kyrie

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 1 year

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A Year Without (4/?)

Summary: After the curse returns Killian to the Enchanted Forest, he struggles to acclimate to his old life and his old ways. When a bird with a letter and memory potion arrives on his ship, he accepts the challenge to find Emma and help her save her family. Getting to Emma won't be easy and will cost him dearly, but what choice does he have when he cannot go a day without memories of her haunting him?

A03 | CH 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | CUTS

New York Three Months

Emma thought the move from Boston to New York may be difficult for Henry, but he was settling in so well that she could hardly remember a time they were not in the city. Bonds and bounties were still proving to be a steady income and she had finally found a decent place to finish furnishing their new apartment without eating into their vacation fund.

Emma sat at her normal table in the little coffee shop she’d found in the first week they’d moved. Despite the bitter coffee, Emma found herself drawn to the black ink drawings accented with bold red showing scenes from the original tellings of fairytales popularised by Disney’s less grim tellings.

She was looking at the deep, blood-red apple held out to the beautiful young princess, sipping at her hot coffee, when someone stepped in between her and the canvas. “Emma! I am so glad, I’ve run into you,” a male voice interrupted her musings. Emma took in his mop of brown hair, grey sports coat, thick eyebrows and broad, easy smile. Obviously, he wasn’t someone she knew from work with such an open smile directed at her.

Her confusion must have been clear on her face, because he continued quickly, “Walsh. From Wizard of Oak.”“Ah, yes. Walsh. Sorry, I was just…” she wasn’t sure what she was just, but he didn’t give her a chance to finish before continuing. “I was going to call you, today. Your end table is ready,” he was still smiling so brightly.

“Oh, that’s great,” Emma tried for a smile, but they never seemed to reach her eyes these days. She blamed it on the recent move and did not dare to investigate the unsettled feeling with any more effort. It always came back to the same pain and the same trauma, so she let it alone and mostly it didn’t bother her. But, some days, it seemed to weigh heavily on the corners of her smiles.

“If you have time now, I would love for you to see it before we wrap it up for delivery. It would be easier for me to make any changes prior to it leaving the shop.” Walsh continued, still with that easy smile.

“Oh,” Emma could not seem to grasp an excuse and would like to make sure she liked the custom piece before it arrived in her apartment. It would be such a hassle to have to send it back to the shop and her afternoon was open, “Um, okay.”

He chatted and she hummed responses as they walked the short distance to his shop. She laughed at a few of his jokes, which seemed to please him significantly. The walk with his easy company had her smiling genuinely as they walked toward the back of his store.

Her end table was sitting on the clean workbench, exactly as she’d specified. “Is everything to your liking?”

“Um, yeah. It’s very nice. Thank you, Walsh.”

He beamed when she said his name. “Perfect. Well then, I will wrap it up and have it to you by this evening.”

They chatted a bit longer about the trade tricks he’d used to make the legs curve so naturally, he pointed out some fancy technique he’d used to hide the joining of the two different types of woods, and other things that were probably impressive to someone who knew what he was talking about, so Emma just nodded along.

She knew Henry would put hot chocolate on it without a coaster before the end of the month, marring the surface and welcoming it into their lives properly, scarred but perfectly functional. It was just an end table.

Yet, she was entertained by Walsh’s seemingly boundless excitement and passion for his work. He was easy to be around, his presence light and airy. She had more coffee in this cup anyway and nowhere better to be until Henry was off school.

After she finished her coffee and they’d started chatting more about the area and what things she just had to try to be a real New Yorker, she made her excuses to leave. Walsh’s eagerness for her attention was impossible for her to miss. So, she wasn’t surprised when he asked her out on a date.

She was surprised by her own words, “I’m usually free for lunch.”

New York Five Months

“This cannot be your favourite Classic Disney movie!” Walsh groaned playfully.

“I can fly! I can fly! I can fly!” Henry and Emma sang at him in unison.

“I have always liked all the sword fighting. And, Mum has a soft spot for the villain,” Henry offered by way of explanation.

“No, I just don’t see how he is even the villain.” Walsh gave her a questioning look, so she continued, “Peter Pan literally stole these children from their beds. If he were to ever try to snatch you away from me, I’d take more than his shadow from him, kid.” She paused, shovelling popcorn coated in melted milk duds in her mouth.

“I know,” Henry smiled, but rolled his eyes at her.

“And, I just think that Captain Hook could prove useful to my rescue mission - he knows the island and the little prick’s hideouts. At the very least, his ship would be required,” she continued.

“Because you always need an escape route,” Henry finished, having heard the advice several times before.

“So, you’ve thought this out a bit?” Walsh laughed, pulling her into his side for a hug and kissing the top of her head.

“Just a bit. Henry has always taken stories so seriously - we have strong opinions on all the classics.”

“You should have been here for the debate about the beast,” Henry added.

“Yeah, we still aren’t sure if we think he is a hero or not. But, we agreed that Belle is pretty great.” Emma said, leaning into Walsh’s embrace. She could feel more than hear Walsh’s low laugh at their story and for the first moment in a long while, she felt something like contentment.

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#A Year Without #ouat s3 #ouat fanfic #ouat fanfiction #ca fanfic - eventually #emma swan #henry mills #walsh

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. let me know what you think

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teyvattherapist · 3 years

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Greetings! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) Hope your day has been going well! Was wondering if I could send in a request? From the tea prompts- (hope this is correct) Could you maybe serve Dainsleif, Kaeya, Zhongli and Diluc some Earl Grey, matcha, English breakfast and hibiscus tea? Thku and I'm so sorry if this is abit long Isksnx

a/n: Not long at all! Thanks for the request!

Link to the tea prompts :)

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, Kaeya, Zhongli, and Diluc, Khaenri'ah spoilers, Zhongli spoilers, Kaeya spoilers, Diluc spoilers, angst if you squint, mostly fluff, children.

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hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

Kaeya

Answered here<3

Dainsleif

Dainsleif has been so many places and seen so many things that he doesn't really have one specific location. Everywhere has some sort of meaning for somebody like him. As a result though, he would thoroughly enjoy his partner's favourite place and the meaning it holds to them. Dainsleif always goes back to it, even on his own, but definitely with his partner.

Zhongli

Too many places. Zhongli is a bit of a history buff, so anywhere in Liyue with rich history, which is all of Liyue, is an ideal date location to bring his s/o. From the blue of Luhua Pool to the flower fields in Qingce Village to just a walk around the Harbour. Zhongli is more attached to the stories of these locations than the locations themselves. Has an attachment to Guili Plains and picnicking there though...

Diluc

His favourite place is back home to the Winery. Man hates being seen. Besides that obvious one though, he does quite enjoy spending time with his partner at the large tree at Windrise. Thankfully at night its quite quiet and always lit up by fireflies. He'll even catch some in a jar for his s/o. It's quite funny to see him try to chase them around.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Kaeya

Flirty as ever is the Cavalry Captain as he lays the charm on thick for his person of interest. Though the moment they flirt back, wow he is flustered. That's how one knows its more genuine. He'll gift them small trinkets, ask them to go drinking with him, or even go out of his way to bring them places if the tavern isn't for them. Ultimately, pretty normal courting methods.

Dainsleif

He pulls out some weird ass dated Khaenri'ahn courting customs that I could not begin to describe. Gives them flowers that definitely aren't any flowers they could recognize. Fan of the back of the hand kiss. He's very bashful when courting somebody, he hasn't done this in a long time, and do people still 'court' anymore? Dainsleif doesn't really know. He is doing his best, please take this 4th bouquet this week.

Zhongli

Also pulls out the dated courting customs but these ones are Liyuen and at least somewhat recognizable. Has a 5% chance of remembering his mora for once when taking them out. Very polite, always shows up with a gift of some kind(usually homemade or flowers he's picked himself) If they have parents he is going to befriend them.

Diluc

As a noble, he knows how to court, he knows very well how to court. He simply does not have the time and he simply cannot be assed. Will ask them to dinner, will present them with a gift, will tell them he'd like to pursue a relationship halfway through dinner. The End. There is no courtship there is only Diluc asking them out over some grape juice.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Kaeya

Thinks about this for a very long time. All that ancient plot stuff and whatnot. Buys the ring and looks at it every day for at least a month. He knows he loves them, more than anything, hell they have his loyalty, wherever they put it, he will too. Remember those dates at Starfell Lake? The late night picnics? Its on one of those, under the light of the Anemo statue, surrounded by crystalflies does he pop the question. He doesn't do the whole dropping to his knees thing, he's already incredibly flustered and nervous. Kaeya wrote a whole speech.. He forgot halfway through. Help. Kaeya.exe has stopped functioning, he's so in love.

Dainsleif

Thinks about it for even longer than Kaeya. Jfc, Dainsleif if your lover is mortal they're going to die before you make a decision. Forges the ring himself once he finally decides to do it. Its quite pretty, has an engraving as well. Dainsleif was going to propose traditionally, dinner, drinks, flowers, on his knee with a speech. Easy. But that seemed... Unworthy of his partner. So instead he arranges a cute little scavenger hunt. Something fun. It does end with dinner, drinks, flowers, and him on his knee. Dainsleif even ditched the usual 'fit for a rented suit. He cleans up quite nicely and wow his face is.. red. Composure? Gone. Take this ring, please.

Zhongli

Childe bought the ring. Zhongli is a God living as a Mortal. He is still immortal. He still has a long long life ahead of him. And once an appropriate amount of time has passed, he's ready to move to the next step. Marriage has more than likely been discussed between him and his partner before he proposes. He makes a whole day of it! Sleeping in, breakfast and tea in bed, some shopping in the afternoon, dinner at the Pavilion, and as dinner wraps up and they wait for dessert, Zhongli will slide off of his seat and onto his knee. His speech is perfect, the ring fits perfectly, and dessert comes out right after. Its perfect.

Diluc

Thinks about it forever 3 electric boogaloo. Again, given his status, there's just so much attention involved and he doesn't like the attention. He'd love to marry his partner, and again its probably been discussed beforehand. Eventually, with some prodding from one annoying lovely brother, he gets the ring and starts planning how he wants to do it. Yeah, good try Diluc. Unfortunately he left the box on his bedside table for his partner to find! Stumbled over his words as he tried to explain, face getting redder with every passing second. He tried! He really did. He'll take them out to dinner later<3

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Kaeya

Mmm.. He'll get back to them on that one. He needs a LOT of therapy first. Like.. In the same vein as his adoptive father, he attracts a lot of kids looking for a figure to look up to. But would he adopt them?? If he were more mentally sound maybe. He simply doesn't know and thus won't risk it. He can step up when needed though, really.

Dainsleif

No. That's it. Just no.

Zhongli

Kind of conflicted about it, depending on his partner, there's just a lot of ways this can go with his whole divinity thing. Definitely lots of conversations about it. Consults his partner's opinion the most out of everyone here.

Diluc

Mm... He'll get back to them on that one 2 electric boogaloo. Realistically he's got a legacy to pass on, but does he care about it? No. Also daddy issues, he doesn't want to be like his dad and abandon his kid when they need him. So he's very conflicted. Eventually though, he would like a kid or two. It just takes a while to get there.

↳tags; @fadinganchornight

#Kaeya x reader #Zhongli x reader #Dainsleif x reader #Diluc x reader #Diluc #Kaeya #Zhongli #Dainsleif #Lane Writes #asks #anonymous #Tea prompts #Genshin impact #Genshin impact x reader

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aristeiakira · 2 years

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Hello! Could l get a classic match up (tokyorev) if it’s okay :)

I use she/her pronounce you can call me azy my mbti type is infp 6w7 my looks are above the average my personality is creative, laidback, pensive and optimistic l usually try to look n the good side most of the time tho l sometimes think of the worst outcomes but not show it l always try to cheer my friends up l love making them smile and laugh it makes me happy. I tend to daydream a lot like l have a wild imagination so l can’t focus too much on anything if it’s not include my interests that’s why l’m kinda lazy and laidback l get bored easily sometimes it's hard for something to pique my interest but l can talk about my ideas , dreams and ideals for hours if l’m close to someone. Also it’s pretty hard for me to find someone to talk because l can pretty much get along with everyone but it’s hard for me to choose the right person l don’t trust really easily. My hobbies are painting/ drawing! I love just sitting and painting for hours literally Anything related to art makes me happy anything crazy really l like all kinds of as long as l can do whatever l want. When someone compliments my art or drawing l get shy like really shy l stop functioning and randomly try to thank someone it gets worse tho there is this one time l said “have you ever seen a whale flying in the sky and the clouds are his sperm?!” Yeah i was so embarrassed after that. My other hobbies are probably reading something scary then acting like l’m not scared. My dislikes are cooking l hate cooking one l blew up a soup somehow i always mess things up and l hate eating l prefer the cleaning. Another thing l hate is bossy people l tend to be more laidback and living the moment girl so l usually hate that kinda people oh and bugs. My ideal date would be probably somewhere quiet l don’t know but l would love to draw my partner while he is busy.

(And it would be good if the result is not someone with a s/o like hina&michi or draken &emma thank you!)

Take ur time l love ur writings🤍🤍

A Classic Matchup ♡

- You received Shinichiro Sano!

- Wait, wait, wait… Shinichiro keeps on calling to me. He likes you! Okie, I’m gonna try to be his wingman. Hear me out—

- He is truly weak to women, just like any other perfect visioned human, he got attracted by your eye-catching appearance. However, it was not only your appearance that stood out but your personality as well.

- You know how when people get serious about finding their significant other they look for the traits someone may have instead of presenting a ‘trophy partner’? It was the moment when you tried to make his siblings smile that Shinichiro realizes your worth isn’t comparable to anything.

- I can see him saying, “You know what, I suddenly thought—maybe you were the reason that I got those 20 rejections—my standards were superficial yet I can now confidently say-“ he looked straight at you with his glittering eyes amidst the night- “I love you.”

- (I guess you can tell but he does not have a significant other, no one, ever.)

- Even without deep emotions connected to his past courtships, when Shinichiro pursues someone, he does not have any reservations. He goes all out to make his muse feel special. What more when he loves someone? Actually, you just have to look at how he treats his family.

- In terms of making others happy, the both of you perfectly do that. It takes another selfless person to get to know another selfless person as I’d like to say. This would ensure that you do not get burned out from making other people happy because there would always be one another to appreciate, cherish, and make you smile as well.

- The both of you are absolute dreamers. Shinichiro strives to achieve his dreams, reflected by the legacy he left. You would not only get motivated by the achievements he has done, he would definitely motivate you as well. He is your real number one supporter!

- He is also a good listener, he won’t ever be tired of hearing all your thoughts, just like what I have mentioned above he is going to support you. Don’t worry about finding someone to trust, Shinichiro is the man for that! I don’t have to state anything for this matter, he can prove his trustworthiness by his reputation alone but he will also earn it for you. ^^

- If you love art the same way he loves bikes, you found yourself a companion, your own hype man. You may get used to compliments because he is going to throw a ton. If not, then there will only be two embarrassed mess. You can get back at him by drawing him while he’s at work, he’ll have his so-called ‘heart attack’ when you show him that. “Just how precious can you be?” He probably thought.

- Let’s apply your other hobby to watching movies. If you watch scary films then act like you’re not scared, Shinichiro does otherwise. He acts scared while watching just to have your comfort. If you’re already in a relationship, he takes it to another level and just wraps his whole body around you, nuzzling into your neck while looking at the television once in a while. In truth, he does not even watch the movie anymore.

- I am not quite sure but I think, Shinichiro can cook. He has his grandpa and siblings to take care of after all. He won’t even let you do the dishes, if you insist though, then he’ll just observe you clean with heart eyes.

- He would take you out on late night rides when the world is at peace, to the places his gang has discovered, to the special spots his family went to, and to places he finds comfort in—a place he would like for you to remember as one of those that brought you serenity as well as joy.

- If you think you are not the best match then I don’t know who else is. I am sure you’ll get to be the happiest with him, though. 💞

#aristeiakira #anime #matchups #anime matchup #tokyo revengers #tokyorev matchup #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers matchups

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hwabang · 3 years

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Hi can you do a reaction to Ateez falling in love with a foreigner girl who barely knows Korean :)

ATEEZ Reaction: Dating a foreign female who doesn’t know Korean

A/N: I’m back from my unofficial hiatus! This time with two functioning arms :) I’m so sorry this took me so long; kinda hard to do anything with a broken arm :/ Enjoy!

A/N 2: This is so cute~ I loved writing this one (insert emoji) I didn’t plan for some of them to be longer than the others, it just kinda happened (insert emoji)

Genre: Fluffity fluff

Warnings: Fem! reader, reader is new to Korean (knows a little but enough), take it as the reader lives in Seoul (maybe for work or school)

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Hongjoong:

When Hongjoong first met you he kinda already knew he was gonna fall in love

I mean you’re just that awesome💅

It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you either

Eden was the one who encouraged Hongjoong to just go for it

He’d be hesitant to ask you out but not because of the language barrier

It’d probably be because he’s so busy he forgets to take care of himself, he doesn’t wanna do that to his s/o

Hongjoong doesn’t care that you’re a foreigner

He loves it a lot actually because it gives him a chance to learn English

He’s very confident in his English skills

Actually, his English is probably better than your Korean (but that’s okay!)

“Y/n, is my pronunciation correct? Ah really? Okay good.”

And he’d love to teach you Korean too

Sometimes he giggles when you get something wrong and softly corrects you

Other times he’s like, “Yah, how can you get this wrong it’s so easy.”

“It’s okay baby, we can try again later let’s take a break.”

Seonghwa:

When Seonghwa first met you he was attracted, he admitted that to Hongjoong

But he soon realized that he started actually having a crush on you and he was scared

(I saw a ‘Seonghwa as a BF’ post that said he dates to marry and I kind of agree!)

He was scared because although he wanted to pursue you, he was worried about the language barrier since baby’s English skills are intermediate :(

But Hongjoong told Seonghwa to go for it because he could tell Seonghwa liked you a lot

Practices English so much in his spare time so he can impress you next time you meet

Seonghwa himself said his English is intermediate, and from what I can tell, he understands English pretty well and just has a hard time speaking

So he definitely understands you when you speak in English, but he’ll probably respond in Korean unless he is 100% sure he can convey his message perfectly in English

Cute texts in English

Is also very patient with you learning Korean and ALWAYS offers to help

The type to have cute study dates in cafes with you, where you’re studying Korean and he’s studying English

And you’re just practicing on each other and asking questions

Forever telling atiny“My English got better because of Y/N~”

Yunho:

Yunho isn’t really good at speaking English either, so he would be a little cautious

But he also doesn’t really care; he likes you for you not for what language you speak

Probably would just learn like two flirty phrases to ask you out asdfghjkl

He really wants to learn English so he’d always pick up on phrases you use, and then use it with atiny to impress them

I honestly feel like Yunho understands English fairly well, so when you talk in English he’s not entirely lost unless you’re using very modern slang or big words

Like for example if you were saying, “Hmm… idk baby that’s kinda sus.” He’d be like, “... sauce…?”

Ahh it’s adorable pls admit that you love it

Also one to boast that he learns English from his girlfriend

LOVES to help you when you’re attempting to learn Korean

Is so so patient with you too, and helps you calm down when you’re frustrated

Yeosang:

Yeah no way he’s approaching you first

I mean ok let’s be honest he didn’t even tell the guys he liked you

Wooyoung noticed and told the whole group

They obv told him to go for it because they could tell Yeosang wanted to be more than just friends with you

Scared that when he uses his limited English skills to say something sweet, he’s gonna say something entirely different

Had to get a LOT of encouragement from 99 line + Jongho (especially Wooyoung)

Final push was Seonghwa and Hongjoong

Forces you to teach him English (not that you mind at all)

Your strictest Korean teacher too

“Nope. Get these questions right and THEN I’ll cuddle you.”

Approximately 10 minutes of his solo vlive is him preaching about how, “When learning a new language, it’s helpful if you’re dating someone who speaks said language because it’s much easier to obtain it than reading off textbooks.”

Tells atiny that’s the only reason he’s dating you Yeosang pls

San:

Literally does not care at all

I mean at ALL

San is confident enough in his English skills to become friends with people who don’t speak Korean

Same goes for a s/o

He probably talks to you more in English than in Korean tbh

Asks you to teach him modern slang so he can better understand atiny when they post on social media

If someone comments about his English being really good, he responds with something like “Thank you! My girlfriend teaches me!”

Constantly asking you questions

“Baby how do you say ___ in English?”

But he also teaches you too

“You know, in Korean, this is called ___!”

Mingi:

Oh boy

Mr. “I cannot Englishi” really don’t know what to do

Cuz like… he likes you a LOT

But he knows that it’d be hard for him to communicate with you

Because both his English and your Korean are at very basic levels

Definitely talks to his hyungs about it

Who in turn cheer him on to ask you out, and if you’re willing to try despite the language barrier then you’ll say yes

Spoiler alert you said yes

Asks Hongjoong to help him w his English whenever they’re both free

Watches a lot of YouTube videos to get the pronunciation down

Tries to teach you Korean but honey you’re better off getting a tutor

You think it’s so adorable how he mixes Korean and English when talking to you

Unfortunately, the Korean words he uses are the main words of a sentence (like nouns/adjectives) so you’re still hella confused)

But it’s okay because he’s so cute and you love him

Wooyoung:

Another member who has no confidence in his English

In turn, tries to teach you more Korean saying it’s more helpful because you live in Korea

But definitely tries to pick up English for atiny and so one day he can talk to your family

I think all of them would constantly ask you to translate certain words into English

I just think San, Wooyoung Jongho would do it the most

He’s not the best Korean teacher (sorry Woo)

The type to teach you a dirty sentence but tells you it means something cute

But he tries to help (when he doesn’t feel like pissing you off)

Begs you to teach him English because he wants to impress atiny

But complains so so so much

“Y/n~ this is difficult. You’re telling me read and read are spelled the same but pronounced differently, but read and red are spelled differently but pronounced the same?! English is hard!”

(English is hard Woo, it’s okay)

Jongho:

I’m sorry the first thing I thought of was, “Neck is very long and head is very small!”

I love Jongho. Anyways.

Was slightly worried when he realized he wanted to ask you out because obviously communication is key but that’s hard when you don’t speak the same language

But he gave himself a pep talk; saying how it’ll be okay since you’re trying to learn Korean and he’s trying to learn English

And he was right; you guys are going strong and your Korean + his English has significantly gotten better

To the point where you two can have full conversations in both only English AND only Korean

(I’m proud of you both)

Once your relationship is out he’s constantly bragging

“Yeah~ I learned English because of my girlfriend. I am a professional! And I am such a good teacher because she speaks Korean so well!”

Definitely does a lot more covers of songs in English now

Because he can check his pronunciation with you to make sure he doesn’t mess up

Also makes you help him write messages to atiny in English

Will sit down with you for 2-3 hours just to help you with Korean and he takes it pretty seriously (also brags about it)

“Hyungs! Look what Y/n learned today! I taught her!”

#ateez reactions #ps hwa #ateez #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi #ateez fluff #ateez imagines

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theofficialstereklibrary · 3 years

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i feel you. 100k + tag

it came from the trees by whatshouldntbe (28/28 | 577,212 | PG13)

“Don’t worry, Scott caught me up on everything,” Kira assures with a bubbly smile via video-chat. “You and Derek, huh? I probably should have seen that coming. I always thought it might be Cora, but Derek was the one that looked at you how I used to look at you.”

Stiles goes a little pink. “It’s still kinda new but, yeah. I really like him. He’s...” Beautiful. Patient. Smart. Painfully honest. Sweet. “...a total dork.”

Kira laughs and laughs. When she gets herself together, she replies, “Yeah, those little hearts and stars in your eyes definitely say different."

Stiles moves from the shiny, fast-paced lifestyle of Los Angeles to the foggy, sleepy town of Beacon Hills so his dad can become the new sheriff. Newly fifteen, he does his best to finish out his freshman year of high school (by staying under the radar) when he suddenly becomes the Beyoncé of the Supernatural community. And, without much prompting on his part, he ends up catching the eye of one of the most prominent Werewolf families in all of North America. It literally all starts with a stuffed animal(s).

Running Up That Hill by maypoison (32/32 | 139,488 | NC17)

“Even before the pack joined together, Scott was trying to protect you. And he still is trying to protect you, even if it means leaving you out of all this.”

Stiles does roll his eyes at that. “Yeah, but it didn’t work did it. I was still involved, and so was my Dad. We were nearly killed by Matt, and then Gerard.”

“My point is, people change. Relationships aren’t always perfect. Scott's tried to kill me before."

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying that someone trying to kill you is just a small flaw in a relationship?"

“We’re werewolves.” Derek answers with a shrug, as if that was a perfectly good explanation.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (7/7 | 196,127 | NC17)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Do Not Go Gentle by MojoFlower (51/51 | 195,878 | NC17)

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

Of Course It's Fairies by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (54/54 | 100,264 | NR)

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy's parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

#ask #recs #count:-above-100k #these are super long #i also tried to get 2018 & older fics #that almost 600k fic must be the longest fic in this fandom jfc

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fallenrepublick · 3 years

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Hc’s for Thrawn introducing his s/o to his family?

Hahah yeah that’ll be rough... And let’s all just assume that by now you’ve learned enough Cheunh to function on Csilla

For some reason, he is so confident that everything will be fine. You’re the nervous one, asking him questions off the hook about what kind of things to say, what to avoid, the expectations. He gives you answers, but not obsessively, and you wonder how much he didn’t bother to tell you.

You ask him why he isn’t worried. Considering the fact that his family is relatively important, you’d assume he would be worried about impressing them, or you making him look bad.

The only thing he says is, “I trust you.”

The initial introductions are not warm, both literally and figuratively. The formal nature of his parents in every manner is more than nerve wracking, and it takes a lot of self control not to hide behind Thrawn as a child. Still, he seems pleased, in his own sort of way, and it gives you at least a little more confidence.

Of course, they probe you with questions. It feels more like an interrogation than anything. This, at least, you were warned of. There was no telling what they would ask, and the first few seemed simple enough, before they began wanting personal details that normally come up after more than a few months after meeting. Both Thrawn and Thrass have to periodically intervene.

The conversations just can’t seem to leave your head. The first night, you ask Thrawn what he thought as he was peacefully reading something he’d brought along.

Contrary to what you were expecting, he smiles at you. “You did perfectly, darling,” he says, eyes shining pleasantly. “They like you.”

“Really? It doesn’t seem that way.” You frown, remembering how little they reacted to your responses. It wasn’t the way Thrawn normally is. He’s blank, but in a way you’ve learned to read. This was just flat out uncomfortable.

But he shrugs and returns to his book. “If they didn’t, you wouldn’t still be here.”

Comforting.

Regardless, you find yourself adjusting rather quickly, picking up on the things his parents do or say that indicate how they might feel. His mother positions her hands in different ways, the most common of which is her right hand draped over her left. Though when she’s particularly interested in what you have to say, she intertwines her fingers with her palms facing each other. When she’s annoyed, her hands are more active, her fingers constantly changing positions as if mirroring how the information is processing in her mind, before eventually resting in a connection not unlike the two people holding each other’s hand, one palm face down over the other, to indicate that she’s now calm.

His father tilts his head in different ways, normally looking at you with his face only slightly turned to the left, his eyes watching you from an angle. If he’s interested in the conversation, his head tilts down, as if he’s considering the ideas presented to him, and his eyes lift up to you once he’s figured out how he’ll respond, a trait that Thrawn picked up. When he’s upset, his head turns to the right, more so than normal, and it’s tilted at an angle, almost in warning, before lifting and resting straight when he’s calm again.

Thrass is very much like Thrawn, a tad bit more expressive than the rest of the family, and easier for you to read. He also communicates much better, leading you to being more comfortable when he’s in the room.

But his parents know that you’re learning, that you’re adjusting, and they enjoy the effort, and watching as you open up, despite their overall disconnected appearance.

And Thrawn loves watching you interact. Given how important his family is to him, and how important you’ve become, it’s the best thing in the world to see you all like this, and he loves that you’ve become a part of his family officially. And he feels only pride when he returns to the ship he came in, with you already inside, turning back one more time, just to see his family offer a nod, and nothing more.

#grand admiral thrawn #grand admiral thrawn x reader #grand admiral thrawn x you #thrawn #thrawn x reader #star wars x reader #star wars x you

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perkynurples · 4 years

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So I hear you people like your Lan Xichen suffering in endless seclusion after he loses (in some people’s eyes anyway) the love of his life, desperate, miserable, barely able to move on enough to function? You want him so hung up on the ghost of someone who was so incredibly important to him, that he simply can’t imagine ever letting that person go? You want the red string of fate, star-crossed lovers, doing anything and everything for love, no matter how much it hurts?

Yeah, I’m sorry to say you might actually be looking for Lan Wangji.

Lan Xichen is the guy who, yes, has his entire worldview turned upside down, but he still investigates. He still searches for evidence. He still listens to people telling him things miiiight not be all that they seem. Lan Xichen isn’t the guy who, say, stands against his entire sect, or his brother, to protect the person he loves, even if it’s with his dying breath, even if he instinctively knows said person did wrong things.

Lan Xichen doesn’t do that. He doesn’t do any of that, because believe it or not, out of his entire family, he’s the only one with any common sense and critical thinking. His entire being doesn’t, contrary to popular belief, revolve around Jin Guangyao, and he is in fact a Sect Leader first, anybody’s partner second.

Any depiction of any ship of his (and believe me, I adore all of them, in very different ways) that makes him out to be singularly obsessed with the other person, is just thoroughly misunderstanding his motivations. Looking at the whole ‘their father secluded himself over the choices he made about his love, and then Wangji did the same, omg’ thing, it’s easy to ascribe it to Xichen as well, but honestly. Honestly.

Let’s please drop the himbo!LXC rhetoric and do this amazing character some justice. He is perfectly capable of reexamining his beliefs, his relationships. I mean people tell LWJ to please look at the mountain of corpses WWX’s mountain of corpses left behind, and maybe think twice, and he never does - we knows it’s because he knows WWX can do no wrong (except. yknow. the corpses), but from any other point of view? Holy shit dude.

Whereas LXC looks at the growing evidence against JGY and what does he do? He investigates! He wants to see for himself! If he’s really about to go against arguably the person closest to him over the past decade(s), he’s gonna need solid proof, so he goes out and tries to find it! Of course a part of it is just wanting to avoid another WWX-like lynching scandal, he’s not going to condemn anyone without proper evidence ever again. But the fact that he’s capable of it in the first place? That he doesn’t just sit on his hands in his room, refusing to even entertain the idea that something might be wrong? That, to me, means he’s capable of hard-to-come-by-in-this-xianxia-land qualities such as critical thinking, rational decisions, oh, and ultimately, moving on.

#lan xichen #it's 2020 we don't have to listen to mxtx calling one of her most intriguing characters an airhead #oh look another lxc defense rant #there's just unfortunately never enough of those #like even xiyao can be written so well if one only considers BOTH characters' motivations!!!!#and doesn't only use lxc as a test subject for jgy's idea of love #dammit annie #my meta

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leia-imogen · 3 years

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aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #okay this was most aaron and sav centric #but i love them so.#aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

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What I think about COVID-19 this morning - Malia Jones, PhD, MPH

What I think about COVID-19 this morning

March 5, 2020

Maybe I'm the closest thing you personally know to an infectious disease epidemiologist. Maybe not--I'm not an expert on this virus by any stretch, but I have general knowledge and training from studying epidemics that is applicable, so here are my thoughts.

First and foremost: we are going to see a tremendous increase in the number of US cases of COVID-19 in the next week. This is not because of some new pattern in the spread of the disease, but rather due to a major change in the requirements to be tested. Until yesterday, if you had flulike illness but had not recently traveled to China, Italy, South Korea, or Iran, you could not be tested. This is just the way healthcare works, you get tested if you meet the case definition and the case definition included travel.

As of yesterday, you can be tested if you are sick and have a doctor's order to be tested. So expect things to feel a lot more panicky all of a sudden. We will see hundreds or thousands of new cases as a result of testing increases.

Second: is that panic legitimate? Sort of. This is not the zombie apocalypse. The death rate of 30 deaths per 1000 cases is probably a wild overestimate. (The denominator is almost certainly wrong because it is confirmed cases--and we only confirm cases when we test for them). That said, even at 3 per 1000 cases, this would be a big deal. A very big deal. By way of comparison, the death rate for influenza is between 1 and 2 in 1000 cases. So, yeah. Roughly 0x to 30x worse than a huge global flu pandemic? That's a problem.

Unlike flu, COVID-19 is not *particularly* dangerous for children, so that’s some happy news. It is dangerous for older adults and those with lung conditions, so we need to be extra careful to protect those populations from exposure.

Also, for millions of Americans, getting any serious illness requiring a hospitalization is a major problem because they can't pay for it. And our health care system is probably going to struggle to keep up with it all. And with China basically closed, our global economy is going to take a huge hit and we'll feel the shockwaves for years. Those are real concerns.

What can we do? Our focus should be on *slowing down the spread* of this disease so that we have time to get caught up. Here is my advice:

1. Wash. Your. Hands. Wash them so much.

The current best guess is that coronavirus is transmitted via close contact and surface contamination. A very small study came out yesterday suggesting that the virus causing COVID-19 is *mostly* transmitted via contact with contaminated surfaces.

I have started washing my hands each time I enter a new building and after being in shared spaces (classrooms especially), in addition to the standard practice of washing after using the bathroom and before eating. Soap and water. Hand sanitizer also kills this virus, as does rubbing alcohol (the main ingredient in hand sanitizer).

There is no need to be obsessive about this. Just wash your hands. A little bit more effort here goes a long way.

2. Don’t pick your nose. Or put your fingers in your mouth, on your lips, or in your eyes. Surface contact works like this: you touch something dirty. Maybe it's an elevator button. Virus sticks to your hands. Then you rub your eye. Then you touch your sandwich, and put the sandwich in your mouth. Now there is virus in your eyes and mouth. See?

You may be thinking, but I don’t pick my nose because I am an adult! An observational study found that people sitting at a desk working touched their eyes, nose, or lips between 3 and 50 times per hour. Perfectly normal grown-ups, not lowlifes like my friends.

2a. There was one note that came out suggesting that face masks actually promote surface contamination because you're always adjusting them--i.e., touching your face. I don’t know if that’s true. But face masks should not be worn by the public right now, unless you are the person who is sick and you're on your way to or actually at the doctor's office. The mask’s function is to prevent spit from flying out of your mouth and landing on things when you cough or sneeze. It flies out of your mouth and is caught in the mask instead. If you are the person who is sick and not on the way to the doctor, go home. Let the people who really need them have the masks. Like doctors.

[ETA on 3/6/2020 honestly people I am getting so much push back on the mask recommendation!! The world is running low on masks. If everyone wants a mask so they can feel ok about keeping their Daytona Beach Spring Break plans and then hospitals in India can't buy them anymore, shame on us.]

Coronavirus does not appear to be airborne in the sense that doesn't remain floating around freely in the air for a long time, like measles does. You are probably not going to breathe it in, unless someone is coughing in front of you. If someone is coughing in your face, feel free to tell them to get their ass home and move 6 feet away from them. (Yeah I know, if you have a toddler, you're screwed.)

3. Sanitize the objects you and lots of other people touch, especially people outside your family--like door handles, shared keyboards at schools (brrr), salad bar tongs, etc. Best guesses are that the virus can live on surfaces for 2-48 hours, maybe even longer, depending on the surface, temperature, and humidity.

Many common household cleaning products will kill this virus. However, white vinegar solution does not. You can make your own inexpensive antimicrobial spray by mixing 1 part household bleach to 99 parts cold tap water. Spray this on surfaces and leave for 10-30 minutes. Note: this is bleach. It will ruin your sofa.

4. "Social distancing." You're going to get so sick of this phrase. This means keeping people apart from one another (preferably 6 feet apart, and sanitizing shared objects). This public health strategy is our next line of defense, and its implementation is what will lead to flights and events cancelled, borders closed, and schools closed.

For now, you could limit face-to-face meetings, especially large ones. Zoom is an excellent videoconferencing option. If you spend time in shared spaces, see #1. Ask your child's school about their hygiene plan, if they haven't already told you what it is. If I were in charge of a school setting, I'd be hand sanitizing the s*** out of the kids' hands, including in and out of each space, and taking temperatures at the door. I am planning to email our school nurse right after this to ask if they need my volunteer help cleaning surfaces.

If you can telecommute, do that a little more. If you are someone's boss and they could do their job remotely, encourage them to do that.

Avoid large gatherings of people if at all possible, especially if they are in an area with cases OR places that lots of people travel to. If you attend group events and start to feel even a little bit sick within 2 to 14 days, you need to self isolate immediately. Like for a tiny tickle in your throat.

5. All your travel plans are about to get screwed up. If you are considering booking flights right now, get refundable tickets. ETA: most trip insurance will not cover cancellations due to a pandemic. Look for "cancel for any reason" trip insurance.

Considerations for risks related to that trip you’re planning: how bad would it be if you got stuck where you are going for 3 to 6 weeks? How bad would it be to be isolated at home for 2-3 weeks upon your return? Do you have direct contact with people who are over 70 and/or have lung conditions? If those seem really bad to you, rethink your trip, especially if it is to a location where there are confirmed cases.

6. If you are sick, stay home. Please! For the love of all that is holy. Stay at home. Your contributions to the world are really just not that important.

7. There is a good chance some communities will see school cancelled and asked to limit non-essential movement. If someone in your family gets sick your family will almost certainly be isolated for 2-3 weeks (asked to stay at home). You could start stocking up with essentials for that scenario, but don't run out and buy a years' worth of toilet paper. Again, not the apocalypse. 2 weeks' worth of essential items. Refill any prescriptions, check your supply of coffee, kitty litter, and jigsaw puzzles.

8. I do want to remind everyone that when public health works, the result is the least newsworthy thing ever: nothing happens. If this all fizzles out and you start feeling like ‘Wah, all that fuss for nothing??’ Then send a thank-you note to your local department of public health for a job well done. Fingers crossed for that outcome.

9. Look, I think there are some positives here. All this handwashing could stop flu season in its tracks! We have an opportunity to reduce our global carbon footprint by telecommuting more, flying less, and understanding where our stuff comes from. We can use this to think about the problems with our healthcare system. We can use this to reflect on our positions of privilege and implicit biases. We can start greeting each other using jazz hands. I'm genuinely excited about those opportunities.

There is a lot we don't yet know about this virus. It didn't even exist 90 days ago. So stay tuned, it is an evolving situation. The WHO website has a decent FAQ. Free to email or text with questions, and you can forward this to others if you think it's useful.

May the force be with you.

Malia Jones, PhD, MPH

[email protected]

I’m an Assistant Scientist in Health Geography at the Applied Population Laboratory at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I study social contact of humans, and spatial patterns of infectious disease, among other things.

P.S. The number one question I am getting is, did you really write this? Yes. I wrote this.

I didn't write it for professional purposes, so I didn't put my work email on it. It was really just meant to be an email to my friends and family in advance of what I expect to be an escalation in the panic level. But it was apparently welcome information and went viral on FB. I've decided not to edit out the swears, even though I wrote this with a much smaller audience in mind.

Thanks for checking your facts! Go science!

#COVID-19 #coronavirus #wash your hands #Social distancing #don't panic #but maybe just a little panic

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