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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 5 ● e.munson

warnings

idiots in love to the nth degree, lots of internal angst, robin and barb are gay and we're all here for it -you're going to see a lot more from them soon, trust-, affectionate touching / petnames, mentions of alcohol/smoking/w**d, swearing, eventual filth, reader suffers from gifted kid burnout but is.. also a workaholic apparently, mentions of the annoying and oh so judgmental small town mindset, internalized confusion / fear due to sexual pref -being gay in the 80's isn't fun and when I write Barb and Robin in a more romantic way, this will be reflected, marital conflicts ( tommy and carol , other 'couples' mentioned ) and tons of other stuff..

reader/you are a female with female parts. you/reader are the oldest Byers. you/reader have a very specific personality / clothing style and/or nicknames and petnames. this is yet another self indulgent thing and i'm not sorry at all.

word count

1701 exactly. for any context needed part 4 <- is here.

summary

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern.

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here <- click on that to be added to my taglist, (other fandoms incl.) and if you're here for Gareth/Steve/other guys content and you don't want to be tagged in my Eddie things let me know, pls?

@allelitesmut i love you sm, your tags always make my day and it means the world to me that you like reading the stuff I post. <3

@caravelofthesun

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@eddiemunsonspantschain - babe ily sm and I don't know what I'd dI o without knowing you, you're awesome. hope you're having a great day, feel free to ignore.

@eddiemuns0nl0ver

@just-a-blue-nerd

@music4life42

@tbmunson bestie.. babe.. babesss. i love you so much and idk what i'd do if i'd never met you, you are amazing and you always inspire me.

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about + rules

"Hey guys, give me a second." you stop outside the record store and turn to look back at Barb and Robin. They share a look and burst out laughing. You pout, flip them off and wander into the store. Eddie is rearranging a clearance bin with his headphones in, as you approach him you can hear Metallica playing faintly.

You tap his shoulder and he jumps, whirling around with a glare in doe eyes that seems to soften as soon as he realizes it's you. He chuckles, eyes roaming slowly as he takes in the heels, the stockings, the way your skirt fits just a little too well… all of it.

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern. You shrug. "It's a legal secretary gig.. for Albright? Here in town?"

Eddie chuckles. "Figured you'd go back to Boston."

"There's nothing there for me. I uh..got homesick." you admit and he'll die before admitting it but he's glad you're not leaving, even if he never acts on the way he feels because he knows it'll never happen.

"According t' my mom this one is gonna pay. Like.. big time. Yeah, Albright got several big cases back to back and she's swamped with paperwork but she has zero time." You give an evil laugh, "means I get to do a lot of organization."

Eddie snorts because he can't help it, the fact that you're giddy about organizing a ton of files which is completely his opposite, should be more than enough further proof that you and him won't ever work.

He pouts a little. "Aw, this mean I won't see you at my gigs?"

"No? Why would I stop coming? Angel really needs the help." You're laughing and stepping closer, Eddie steps closer to you too, a hand just barely grazes your hip and you can feel the way your breath catches over just a simple accidental touch. "Besides," you add, tilting your head slightly to look up at him, " Maybe I enjoy the scenery."

Eddie rubs his chin. A smile that spreads lazily across his lips and draws your gaze down to them. "The scenery, huh?"

"Mhm." you've got a hand against the front of his Hellfire shirt and the scent of him surrounds you, it taunts you and ultimately, before you can stop yourself, you've stepped closer. Much closer.

Robin is laughing and Barb is tapping her wrist. You use your grip on the front of his shirt to pull yourself up closer and you give his hair a little fluff. And you're biting your lip again and he fixated, breath hanging in his throat. You laugh softly as soon as you remember the envelope your little brother Will gave to you to give to him and you find it, pressing it into his hand.

"What's this?"

"All I know is that Will wanted me to give it to you."

"Ooh. It looks fancy."

You laugh softly, hand catching in wild and thick locks, "My little brother doesn't do anything half-assed." and after a few seconds, you pout. "I need to get going. I'll see you tonight?"

Eddie chuckles as he smiles and nods. "You know where I'll be."

As you walk out, Eddie has to lean against a wall and take several deep breaths to pull himself together. And he fans himself, chuckling quietly. "Go get 'em, sweetheart."

Nearby, Gareth Emerson bursts into laughter. "Holy shit.. is this Eddie Munson speechless for once?"

Eddie flips him off as his cheeks darken. "Shut up, Emerson."

"Not gonna happen. I still say you're wrong this time and she wants you. The tension just now, dude" he fans himself and laughs again, "enough to smother anyone else present."

"Look.. I'm not saying I don't want her. I am saying she's 'grown', Emerson. She's got her shit together. In what world is a girl like that ever gonna settle or be happy with a guy like me, huh?"

"Ya never know, Munson."

–

The heels are killing your feet. You're excited because you just landed the job and while it isn't being a lawyer, it is still adjacent to the field you chose so long ago.

You're still on the high from it when you happen to catch sight of Eddie's new motorcycle parked outside of the laundromat across the street. Your mom realizes you haven't heard a thing she's asked so she follows your gaze and smiles to herself as soon as she picks up on the way your eyes linger and roam over the tall boy.

"Airhead!"

"___, are you okay?"

You zone back in right around the time your brother Jonathan throws a piece of French fry at your nose. And naturally, he's teasing you, he's quick to tell your mom that things between you and Eddie are "intense", to quote him directly.

"Are not!"

"I dunno, it looks pretty intense to me." your mom is teasing you and you pout. "I like him. He seems sweet, I mean from what I've seen when I see him around town."

You laugh softly and nod, agreeing. "He's different than the other jerks."

"She admitted it!" Will and Jane laugh when they say it the whole time.

Once they're gone to the arcade to meet their friends and Jonathan's left to meet Nance, this leaves you alone with your mom.

"Hey mom?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Like.. do you think it's possible to look at a person and just know theyre.. nevermind. This is crazy. Insane."

"No, tell me. I'm your mom. You can talk to me about anything."

"Do you think it's possible that you can look at a person and you know you're going to love them?"

"Yeah. I did.. with Hopper. And I almost let my own fear mess it up, more than once.. don't make my mistake, sweetie."

"I'm scared."

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Just go with it..whatever it is you're feeling, I mean."

You nod. Laugh softly. "Easier said than done."

Your mom laughs and nods. "I know what you mean."

–

There are even more people at the show tonight and Eddie is thrilled. He's also nervous as hell.

You make your way into the bar and as you're hopping over to hurry and start mixing drinks, you lock eyes. You give him a thumbs up and he gives you that lopsided charmers grin.

"I see what you mean, Gareth. Dude goes silent when she's around." Jeff chuckles as he says it and Eddie grumbles, flipping his friend the bird. "Fucking do not!"

"You do!"

"Do not!"

As the band begins to warm up, you smile to yourself. "Amazing as always, handsome." you mumble to yourself as you wipe down the bar.

And unbeknownst to you, Wayne happens to be sitting a few seats away. Close enough that he's heard you. He chuckles to himself.

Both of you are so clueless it's not funny.

–

The show has just ended. Eddie is loading his setup into the back of Jeff's dad's truck when Wayne surprises him by wandering out into the back.

"Hell of a show tonight, kid."

Eddie laughs. "You saw it?"

Wayne shrugs. "Sometimes I come to watch." and he drags a hand over his head, smirks at his nephew, "I wasn't the only one watching."

"Oh you weren't, huh?"

Wayne catches sight of you walking out with some of the other girls, you're sandwiched between the two girls laughing and talking. Wayne catches sight of the way Eddie is staring and he speaks up. "She was watching too, kid."

"Yeah, she kinda had to. She tends bar,man."

"She clocked out at 10, kid. Angel only needs her from 7 t' 9."

Eddie gapes. Then he laughs. "She probably stayed to talk to the other girls."

Wayne shrugs. "I dunno about that kid."

"Trust me. That's all it is, it has t'be."

You've spotted Eddie in the alley out back of the bar. You tell Tanya and Sheila goodbye and you turn back, slipping up behind him. "Boo." You're laughing as he turns around, a mocked 'scared' look on his face as you shrug.

"Always trying to scare me, woman." Eddie shakes his head. You laugh softly. Step up into him and toy with the front of his denim vest as you stare up at him. His eyes catch on the purple streak of hair and before he can stop himself, he's reached out for it, passing it through his fingers as he chuckles quietly. "Whens that..uh, the secretary gig start?"

"Tomorrow. I'm kinda torn between nervous and excited."

And he doesn't say it but he's excited too. Because until today, he'd been assuming you were only back for the summer. That when fall came around, you'd be leaving for Boston again. Now that he knows you're not, if he were more optimistic, he'd make a move.

He's tempted to go for it, the only thing that stops him is you're not the kind of girl who is just gonna settle for him, you've got all this stuff ahead of you and he knows this and refuses to get in the way of it.

He's excited also because he can look at you and tell that this job is something you really want.

And he's happy for you. Proud of you because you seem fearless and nothing seems to stop you from going after what you want. If he didn't love that about you it might actually make him a little jealous.

"Don't overdo it, alright? Even Supergirl needs rest, doll."

"I'll keep that in mind, Eddie. I'll see you later. I need to get home. You were amazing up there tonight, as always." you give his hair one last little fluff until the next time you see him and reluctantly, you step away, walking over to your moms car.

Your mom is right.. and it's getting to a point where you can't fight the direction you're being pulled. The problem is…what should your next move be?

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie the banished #eddie munson x byers!fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #<- my writing ● eddie munson #<-warning | idiots in love / heavy flirting and PDA ● mentions of alcohol/w**d/smoking ● see above.#<- warning | female character ● byers sibling ● female parts / clothing / hair + personality and nicknames / petnames #fandom ( stranger things ) ● season ( post 4.. au with no sci fi ) ● character ( eddie munson )#-- the next part is gonna have a lot of barb/robin interaction plus eddie/reader. i just wanted to get this out because the idea was cute.

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khytal · 1 year

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octopus adventurer 2 thoughts :)

-negatives first (this is the only one). my biggest criticism is how the beastlings were handled; we got rid of the awful dancer design but received “‘savage and uncivilized’ natives” in return. which. what the fuck

-if you liked ot1 to any degree you will enjoy the sequel I can almost guarantee it (but try the demo first)

-there are improvements in nearly every aspect (essentially there’s a lot more variety in everything, but especially the sprites for both regular characters and enemies)

-most importantly the party feels like they’re actually traveling together :) and the crossed paths chapters are fun, although I wish they were a little longer x)

spoilers section (only to be read if you’ve seen the credits roll)

ochette: -aside from the shit subplot between the colonizers and beastlings (which was resolved by abruptly slapping a bandaid on it in ochette’s last chapter) I thought ochette’s story was passable -it wasn’t anything super special but I like ochette as a character. she’s fun and honest and her travel banter was very sweet (especially the one about gil’s piano playing wahhh) -she also gets the “tempest on the battlefield” song, which only plays 3 other times in the game so. yeah :]

castti: -hey check out how hard i can cry -my favorite comparison between alfyn and castti is that even though both of them were forced to take a life to save several others, for alfyn it made him reconsider what it meant to save lives while castti had ZERO qualms about killing trousseau -apothecaries also get the best pre-boss fight prelude themes for no reason -idk how else to describe castti other than “strong”. in more ways than one. she’s my favorite of the girls for sure -and she definitely had one of my favorite stories (although I guessed pretty early on that malaya was already dead x’) ). I love how her path/job actions played into the last few scenes o(-<

throné: -yeah hi what the fuck -genuinely just. what the fuck -i don’t even know what to say. I love throné I like that she’s socially awkward but not necessarily shy, and she’s not exactly closed off either -she’d look better with pants (it’d also be way more practical for her job) but that’s beside the point I guess -good god her last chapter had me reeling. I thought they were going to reveal at the garden that all of the blacksnakes were like. clones grown in a laboratory and that’s what the garden was but it was so much worse. wdym this guy’s been fucking for decades -oh also shoutout to the writers for letting throné actually go through with killing mother in front of the little girl desperately begging her not to do it (bc usually that leads to “maybe i should reconsider” but that didn’t happen and it was nice for a change lmao)

osvald: -you know how I said I didn’t really care much for him. yeah that opinion flipped by chapter 4 -idk if this is accurate or not but the travel banter between him and the rest of the party felt like it got more amicable as it went on (obviously this is. tracked in the “wasted time” series but I mean in like other travelers’ conversations) -I’m glad he got his daughter back, and that he at least plans on reuniting with her instead of being like “no I must stay away for her own good forever” -also the voice acting is really good. it’s really good across the board but especially for osvald’s last 2 chapters

partitio: -sorry before i say anything I need to mention that partitio’s ch1 is one of the 4 times that “tempest on the battlefield” plays and it’s SO funny to me that it’s even there. because otherwise the song plays during 3 major, high-stakes confrontations and meanwhile partitio’s here beating up some thugs in the mines sdkjfhgkjdf. anyway -i love him he’s everything to me -honestly surprised that they managed to make partitio more connected to the overarching plot than agnea, who was only tied in because she encountered tanzy. the fact that he’s so selfless that he was able to give one of the antagonists hope in humanity.,.,.,augh -the scent of commerce stuff was fun and I liked that that, along with his story, really did end up taking him all over solistia -he doesn’t kill anyone BUT he was absolutely prepared to end giff’s life in ch1 so I 100% believe that he wouldn’t have any issues with committing murder under very specific circumstances (hope this explains why I put “murder is okay” for him in that one meme) -huge props to his VA. unfortunately “yeehaw” is now a part of my vocabulary because partitio was my protagonist and I have 104 hours logged lmao -also something he and alfyn (my fave from ot1) have in common is saxophone being their associated instrument x)

agnea: -she’s so sweet I love her.,,.. -her story was also really good!! again nothing special but I enjoyed the execution + her final fight was really cool (esp with the unique song wahhh) -did not think she would be one of my favorites but she’s definitely up there :)

temenos: -temenos. -I ended up liking him a lot more than I expected x’) -me when characters have a seemingly infallible, confident mask and it only slips because they’re angry on behalf of another. me when temenos does this twice for crick’s sake o(-< -god. what do you MEAN crick is dead. orz

hikari: -in ch2 I was like “haha what if kazan betrays hikari” and I was relieved when that wasn’t the case. and then I went into the final chapter. -ngl i did tear up a little in the scene after the fight with rai mei. the voice acting was fantastic there -also the travel banter with osvald where hikari smashes osvald’s train of thought by going “but you have magic”. lmao -I really expected a moment where the cursed blood forces hikari to take a life against his will and he has to deal with the consequences afterward but that didn’t happen. probably because mugen was the endgame rather than figuring out what the cursed blood was -related note everything about the archmage dar’qest went in one ear and out the other I do NOT remember what he did x’) -other than that I liked hikari a lot. I’m glad he wasn’t a brooding character, though he’s not exactly one for jokes. he’s just very humble and polite. straightforward

final chapter: -I was so SO excited that there were scenes where all of the travelers got to talk together. one of the few things I desperately wanted out of ot2 and I got it :’D -ALSO I’m glad that this was a mandatory chapter bc it really pulled everything together in a much better way -my only complaint about it is that at vidania, only the protagonist you chose talks. and I know hikari has a comment about kazan before entering vidania but it’s just a little weird that they don’t all have something to say when directly facing kazan/vide. like of all the times to cop out on the travelers being together.,...,,.lmao -having all 8 travelers on the screen was SO cool btw -the epilogue was really sweet too I had a huge grin on my face when it was over :’)

thanks for reading all this sorry that it’s so long o(-< anyway this is a standout sequel it’s very very very good. easily one of my favorite 2023 games so far

#khytal.ks #also if anyone wants a suggestion on who to start with I can make a case for every traveler x)

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josiebelladonna · 2 years

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the eclipse fics in a nutshell

sleepless eyes, closed to light: oddly tender, pho is sexy, slightly heartbreaking

devil’s dance: fog, marty friedman made into a vampire anyone?, gay omegaverse

venus in furs: louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves louie in gloves

angel’s trumpet: vampire alex, doing it on the floor, turning blue, “good boy”

frangipani: invitation to the woods, joey is into bdsm… turned a lot of type o headcanons sideways… heh hehe hoho 😅

the cuckoo clock: alex is soft, coupl’a boys doing it doggy style before breakfast

mise en abyme: my insecurity over sex toys put into a humorous perspective, mark accidentally gets into it

dreaming of you: alex’s full, soft voice put to sensual use whilst ensconced in velvet and the black of night. eric is also hungry.

diamonds and guns: FUCKING EPIC, there’s a car accident and then alex gets a stripper pole, leather teddies, and body glitter. chuck also says probably my favorite thing i’ve written in a fic ever, “you sexy little matzo ball.”

suicide blonde: eric and florence confessing and getting hammered. bah-BOOM!

camera obscura: lily nicks the skol-camera and takes a bunch of naughty pics to surprise alex and it goes oh so wrong. rob gets some “free porn”, too 😂

monolith: alex brushing his hair in the mirror and being a bad boy 👀

my girlfriend’s girlfriend: hot metal and superheated water, a sex bot?, two girls and a bad plan that will lead to saving alex. sounds like a lost wayans brothers movie and what i get for growing up in the 2000s

the moth: lily hiding in the closet and watching her kid sister nibble on a couple of filipino boys. good lord that sounds wrong 😆

covalent bonds: i shit you the fuck not, the idea for that one came to me in the middle of the night as i was falling asleep. i described it as “terry gilliam directed a sex in the city episode only way more gay”

tiny bubbles: alex taking a bath and francine just waltzes right in to use the toilet. discussion about feeling gross and dirty in the genitalia. the real tension exists with them, after all (and also alex and eric).

magic stick: eric and a pregnant florence hiding in an extra large coffin in a mortuary from killer robots. this one is weirdly wholesome?

night of the witch: two words: slutty alex.

rattlesnake shake: krista missing joey because she will always love him and alex thinking of krista because he wants someone to love him.

bailar conmigo: joey and alex doing a very vague dirty dancing homage (i somehow managed to avoid using “nobody puts baby in the corner”)

basil hallward blues: a roundabout reference to dorian gray, with joey being dorian gray and chuck being basil but also lord henry (like blood from a stone is an odd little homage to dorian gray, because i love that book so much)

effets de soir: alex is by himself and peter calls, and thus ensues a very interesting conversation (i also unpacked some more type o headcanons, probably for good this time, that tag is awful quiet right now 😅)

disciples of the watch: remember that episode of family guy where lois gets fat and peter wants her fatter (or that episode of malcolm in the middle where lois gets fat and hal wants her fatter)? yeah… 😏

cosa del pantano: a de facto double date in yosemite and probably the weirdest shoutout to gary paulson’s hatchet books known to man.

fresh deadly roses: alex resisting the urge to screw chuck silly… while lilian is sound asleep right there right next to him. king diamond’s fairies also may or may not be aphrodisiacs.

man of golden words: the eerie inhabitants ‘verse set in the mid-2000s, with flip phones and everything. need i say more 😜

the sensual world: slutty alex, meet slutty jeff.

blood for poppies: t.s.o. era alex sans the t.s.o. part. featuring an eclipse!

last day in paradise: sending up a similar thing with disciples, but in tahoe. also jeff is on a bicycle and being a good boy for alex 👀

summer in the city: alex is so cold from his state of undeath that lily wants to play with his thermostat- that is the worst thing i’ve ever said, what’re you doing?

dust in the wind: shirtless joey, alex in tight jeans and showing his tummy so much love, pumpkins, candy, a tiny knife, and a big ass nod to the exorcist. any questions?

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suncaptor · 3 years

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HUGE SHOUTOUT TO THE PERSON WHO LEFT AN ESSAY ON BELAJO IN THE COMMENT SECTION OF MY UQUIZ. anyways please click readmore if you want to read something that almost brought me to tears. This person is astounding I'm blown away they’re galaxy braining.

anyway so belajo is something that is actually so special to me because we all saw that weird romance plot the writers tried to force on jo and dean right??? we all saw that and felt icky about it??? moving on, we also know bela was a dean mirror. SO okay the reason dean and jo felt so forced and icky and weird I think (besides the actors having NO romantic chemistry) is because jo is a lesbian. LMAO no but fr fr dean always kinda treated jo like a little sister because he had a little brother and it’s the Eldest Daughter Burden Syndrome in him to do so I think. where dean and bela differ is that bela only raised herself, whereas dean helped raise sam, so bela is used to being dangerous and independent etc. without it affecting anyone but herself MEANING where dean tried to baby jo (because she was a girl ((gotta love early spn))? because she was ellen’s kid? because she was new in the hunting world? idk but he felt responsible for her one way or another) bela wouldn’t. SO BASICALLY belajo would be everything deanjo tried to be. both people rough around the edges, self destructive, but where one has too much freedom and a level of confidence that only looks deep from the surface, the other hardly has ANY freedom (or so she thinks because ellen is protective) and confidence that is honestly kind of unfounded for how new she seemed to be at hunting. jo would obviously be game for all of bela’s ridiculous plans and bela wouldn’t patronize jo, rather give her important roles in the plans she makes. my guess is that jo would run into bela on a hunt and they’d butt heads a little bit because O K they’re both stubborn and snarky but they’d end up having to work together and they’d surprise themselves with how good of a team they were making (they wouldn’t say anything at first about it). at the end of the hunt or whatever jo would be the one to give bela her cell number (“incase you find yourself in deep shit again”) and they’d go on with their lives. bela holds onto the number but doesn’t put it in her phone. she doesn’t call either. the next time they see each other it’s another situation where they just happen to be in the same place at the same time. jo is working on a cursed item hunt or something IDFK and bela wants the item to sell or whatever. they’re at some fancy dinner party and bela’s like “you again? can’t get enough, huh?” or something idk sorry I’m literally typing an essay. ANYWAY they work the case exchanging snarky one liners except this one gets intense and it’s one of those Saved At The Last Minute deals. it’s probably bela that goes “guess we make a pretty good team, huh?” and this time they don’t part ways. they get a hotel room together (“I saved your life TWICE! damn right it’s your treat”) and sleep in separate beds it’s all very normal and whatnot because I am a slut for slow burn and it’s ME who is holding YOU captive and making you read my belajo essay so it goes how I say it goes. anyway when they part ways in the morning bela is all blushy and this time it’s Jo with the snarky flirty remarks. bela finally calls jo one day about three weeks later or something (she still doesn’t make jo a contact, and in fact makes a point of fishing her number out of her purse and typing it in her phone every time she needs to call after that) and they work another case together. they work more and more cases together until they literally are just sharing a car looking at each other and going “what’s next?” bela doesn’t tell jo about her demon deal. she almost forgot about it herself, what with the craze of the cases and adrenaline that having a partner in crime comes with. but she doesn’t forget. and she doesn’t say anything either. jo has fully warmed up to bela at this point, all her snarky remarks now tinged with something of adoration. bela’s even met ellen (who took her in immediately, much to jo’s surprise) and ash (who takes a little longer to warm up to her because bela is bela lmao)! jo’s never felt so alive. and it’s not just the adrenaline—it’s bela, who makes her feel like she’s worth something, who she watched shoot out the tires of some guy’s car because she didn’t like the way he was talking to jo (which normally jo would find possessive but something about the way bela did it made her feel safe), who tells jo one night after celebratory drinks that she’s beautiful, and jo’s stomach flips. because when she talks to bela, bela LISTENS. and bela is funny. and smart—UGH SO SMART. and surprisingly handy with a knife. and maybe just a little bit beautiful too. amazing, jo thinks. bela is amazing. and she says so, too, one evening. they’re planning their next move. it’s sticky and convoluted and seemingly impossible until they make a breakthrough. it’s bela that connects the final piece, and she gets that look on her face that says she’s equal parts bewildered and ecstatic. jo says it then—“you’re amazing—“ and it’s the way she says it that makes bela stop in her tracks. the smile melts off her face and she starts shaking her head. she tells jo about the deal then. she has only what like three months left at this point. jo is PISSED. P I S S E D. she leaves bela crying on the bed in the motel room to go for a walk and cool down. it’s pretty intense lmao. she realizes then that she loves her and that’s a terrible terrible terrible feeling. bela is asleep when she gets back to the room. oh god I’ve gotten to the part where it’s only half rendered in my mind but basically blah blah blah jo has ellen and ash and every other hunter she knows looking high and low for ways to save bela. as her time gets shorter and shorter bela gets more and more impulsive and dangerous (“why not? I’m going to hell anyway! I won’t even be around for the consequences :)”) and jo gets more and more frustrated. they have another fight where jo confesses that she can’t lose bela and bela says something along the lines of “you never had me! I was using you the whole time” or something, you know, like a LIAR, and jo tells bela to fuck off, bonus points for an “I hate you,” you know, liKe a LiAr, and she leaves. little does jo know that that would be the last conversation she has with bela before she’s dragged to hell. and of course, it’s jo that finds her in ribbons, a red and white tapestry of blood against the expensive hotel carpet, underneath the chandelier, eyes blown open and limbs splayed out beside her. she was on her way back from the bar, where she walked to with plans to go home with someone else, drink her worries away, etc I guess lmao but she was too nauseous to even go in so she just circled the block a few times before heading back to their room. she opens the door with shaky hands, blinking away the last of her tears, and fully intending to apologize, take it all back, tell her she loved her. instead, well. you know. anyway so OBVIOUSLY bela comes back. idk how but she does she HAS to because I need a happy or bittersweet ending or whatever but yeah I haven’t even placed the next pieces yet. they change each other for the better obviously too. bela allows herself to be vulnerable and heals through some of her trauma and jo grows as a hunter and strategist, and understands more of what it’s like to be protective over someone. even ellen grows to trust jo more on her own especially with bela, who ellen (who is definitely is NOT someone to dote but) grows more and more fond of. it’s found family. it’s hesitant allies to hesitant friends to best friends to widow to awkward I-can’t-believe-you’re-back-I-don’t-know-what’s-allowed to best friends again to LOVERS awwwwwwwwwww

#I am leaving this anonymous until I get permission to @ them #belajo #spn #supernatural #bela talbot #bela #jo harvelle #jo #incoherents

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spookygrantaire · 3 years

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Of Heroes and Thieves

Part 4

Warnings: always shitty accents and swearing. implied future sex. Notes: uh. Shoutout to the three of you sticking through to the end with this. I really intended for this to just be a few parts, but I’m having fun with it and keep coming up with ideas. Also don’t be mad at me. There’s gonna be a happy ending, I swear. Oh! And The Dungeon was a favorite of mine. They played Rob Zombie, and anyone who knows me, knows I’m high key in love with both Zombies. I don’t remember the name of the drink I had there because, well. I was already wasted when we got there. But it was sweet and fruity and good.

Her head snapped up as she looked incredulously between the two Guild patriarchs. “WHAT?”

“Ta strengthen de alliance. Yo’ have a year. We won’ force yo’ to be home durin’ dat time, mais we do expect you ta be here dis weekend for Remy and Belladonna’s wedding,” Jean Luc looked at her knowingly. “Do what yo’ need til den, Chere. Yo’ dismissed.”

She all but sprinted from the room, making it to the nearest bathroom before getting sick. How would she tell Clint? She’d rather be excommunicated. Julien was a slimeball in the worst ways, and she was pretty sure he was actually in love with his sister. Belladonna at least only had eyes for Remy.

Her mind racing, she forced herself up and cleaned herself up before trotting off to find Henri. Surprisingly, she ran into him quickly. “Can you take me back to the Quarter?”

Both brows jumped up, “Oui. What yo’ gonna do ‘bout de bird?”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t know. If I don’t obey and marry Julien, I could start a war. But,” her eyes met Henri’s. “Clint. I don’t know. There’s just something about him.”

“Yo’ love ‘im?” her brother in law questioned. They were now at his car and he was opening the passenger door for her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know if I do yet, but I know I could. And he’d make it so easy.”

The pair made their way through the bustling streets, and stopped when they made it to the Quarter. “Yo’ comin’ back to de house t’night?”

She shook her head. “I doubt it. Clint won’t be welcomed, per se, and I’m sure he’s not allowed to be my wedding date,” she scoffed.

“Hmm. I have an idea.”

“Henri?” her brows furrowed.

“Don’ worry none, petite. I’ll take care o’ it.”

“That’s not cryptic. I’ll call you tomorrow. Can you get us a room at the Dauphine?”

“Tryin’ ta scare him away with ghosts?” Henri laughed.

“Nah, I just like the haunted atmosphere,” she smiled. “Plus it’s close to everything.”

“Lots o’ other hotels too, though,” Henri acknowledged with a head tilt.

She nodded. “Eh, if you wanna pick another one that’s fine too. Just get us a room and text me. I gotta go.”

She ruffled his hair-something that earned her a protest-and exited the car, immediately pulling out her phone to text Clint. Fuck, how was she going to explain this?

She glanced around for Clint briefly before deciding to grab a drink at a bar nearby. As she began to walk around with the drink, smiling at the nearby street dancers and party groups, someone grabbed her arm. Ready to fight back, she immediately flipped the person on his back.

“Oof, glad you can defend yourself, babe,” he chuckled.

“Oh god, Clint, I’m sorry,” she leaned over to help him stand. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, babe. Just surprised me, is all. What’s going on with you? Obviously not a death sentence, unless they’re letting you say goodbye and just have eyes on you to make sure we don’t take off into the sunset together,” he looked around. “Have you eaten? Let’s get you some food. And a uh, new drink,” he eyed the cup now laying on the ground. “Or do we need to leave town right this second? That’s fine too uh, I’m a little drunk, babe.”

She started laughing, laughing until tears threatened. He watched her for a moment, concern flooding his eyes, before she calmed down enough to stop and kiss him. “Get a room!” someone in the background yelled.

She pulled back and looked at him. “We have to talk.”

“Oh god, you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Clint frowned. “I really can’t keep a woman, can I?” he sank to the edge of the sidewalk.

“No, no, Clint, baby, no,” she quickly knelt in front of him, grabbing his face. “No. I just. Have bad news. Like, really bad.” She moved to sit next to him, looking at the ground now.

“Fuck, Babe. How much time do you have?” he put an arm around her.

She glanced at him and sighed. “A year.”

“Oh! Do you have to stay here or like under constant supervision? I’ll stay with you.”

“I’m not being killed, Hot Stuff. Though I might as well. I’m. They’re forcing me to marry the son of the Patriarch of the Rippers,” she sighed once more. “I have to stay for Remy’s wedding this weekend but I can go wherever and do almost whatever until my own wedding.”

“You’re getting married.”

“They’ll be checking in and tracking me a lot, more than likely. And I’m sure I’ll be forced to come back every so often. But I can spend most of my time in Europe if I want, technically,” she contemplated.

“Let’s get married,” Clint suddenly blurted.

“What?” Y/N met his eyes, shocked. “Clint, I can’t-I would in a heartbeat-but they’d kill both of us, and it would start a war. Maybe not as drastic as if Remy skipped his wedding, but still bad.”

“There’s nothing that can be done?” he frowned. “This sucks.”

“We can still have a year together,” she shrugged. “Unless you’d rather just. Rip the band aid off now.”

He took a deep breath and stood. “That’s a problem for future Clint and future Y/N. Present Clint and Y/N are going to drink themselves stupid tonight and enjoy this city of yours.” He held out his hand and she took it, jumping up and smiling.

“Sounds like a good plan,” she checked her phone to see if Henri had texted yet. “Ooh we have a hotel room for the rest of the week. Do you wanna go move the car and put our stuff in the room before we party?” she tilted her head.

“Lead the way babe.”

A half hour later, they were all checked in, and back out on Bourbon Street. Y/N was leading Clint to a bar she thought he’d get a kick out of.

“Where are we going?” he asked, following her as she pulled him through the crowds.

“A bar that’s gonna make your best friend regret not being here?” she grinned, looking back at him as they turned down the next street. “It’s right up ahead!”

He looked up at the sign and looked at her. “The Dungeon? This is a bar?”

Y/N laughed. “You’ll see.” They went down an alley and followed the path til they made it to the dark bar, rock music blasting from the speakers. She led him upstairs to another bar and ordered him a drink.

“Here you go, Hot Stuff,” she smirked, sipping her own drink.

“Cheers,” he gestured and took a sip. It was definitely some kind of bourbon mixture. “What is this?”

“Heaven in the form of booze, baby. Just drink it and we go to the next bar. We’re hitting at least two more bars, and then I’m going to have my way with you in our room.”

He smiled and stepped closer to kiss her. “Sounds like a plan.”

#Of Heroes and Thieves #Clint Barton x reader #Hawkeye x reader #Marvel imagines #Clint x reader #part four #X-Men inclusions #thieves guild #assassins guild #New Orleans

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britishchick09 · 3 years

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danger force return of the kid livewatch

HENRY IS BACK AND IT’S TIME FOR ME TO FINALLY GET AROUND TO WATCHING IT! :D

the version i’m watching on dailymotion is slightly chipmunked and it’s adorable ^_^

awww sweetest hug ever! ♥

chapa: “don’t make me get the crowbar!” omg :o

miles: “you hate to see it” and you love to see the meme ;)

henry’s dad is graduating from an online school how 2020

CAPTAIN MAN LOVES THE HUGS!!! :D

mika: “we once caught a guy that was stealing books... FROM THE LIBRARY!” omg shocking! :o

henry just said ‘noice’ wtf mr. hart

henry spent ‘his whole childhood’ defeating people but wasn’t he like a tween when he became kid danger?

ray: “henry’s MINE now” awww :)

idk if henry can still become kid danger (i haven’t seen the henry danger finale) but i really hope he does

henry: “everyone thinks kid danger is-“ chapa: “hot?” miles: “dead?” lol

ray wants henry to pick his nail color awww :)

henry wants them to ‘handle it themselves’ does that mean he can’t transform? :o

henry just deleted ‘where are you?’ messages from charlotte HENRY DID YOU SERIOUSLY ABANDON YOUR FRIENDS FOR RAY YOU’RE NOT JOHN WITH YOKO

the audience just gave a quiet ‘aww’ when henry deleted the messages same :/

ray: “you wanna see my axe storing room?” your WHAT room

henry: “do i even have to axe?” eyyyyyyy ;)

ray and henry are the best of friends! :D

they’re playing a just dance ripoff how sweet :)

henry: “this has been so much fun!” ray: “I LOVE YOU TOO!” henry: “what?” ray: “I SAID GET READY FOR ROUND TWO!”

the game is calling for a tango STOP THE SHIPPING

and the game is called PRANCE PRANCE REVOLUTION lol :D

ray wants the kids to leave to spend more time with henry ♥

DAAAANG HENRY JUST LIFTED RAY YOOO!!!!!

ray: “quit your bellyaching!” henry: “yeah, this is what you get paid for!” the kids: “YOU GOT PAID???” lol :D

ray wants to stay up there ‘as long as he can’ wowza what a shippy shippy

the intro pops up nearly 6 minutes into the ep what a long and exciting cold open! :D

chapa to mika: “we got your heart to start beating again...” wtf happened :o

bose’s mouth was full did he have a towel in his mouth lol

mikes screaming “I HATE YOU!!” is better than anakin lol

CHAPA WANTS TO DESTROY HENRY WTF

mika isn’t up for this bs YOU GO MIKA!!!!!

mika: “AND CHAPA SHOULD BE THE ONE THAT KILLS HIM!!” FRICK YEAH!!!

...but also FRICK NO DON’T KILL CAPTAIN MAN PLZ

omg henry and ray started a totally sick rock band yo!

SCHWOZ BE LIKE ‘AWWW YEAHHHH!!!!” :D

henry: “don’t need to practice when you’re already perfect, dude!” hannah montana wants to know your location

why is ray obsessed with henry’s mom creepy

henry: “gotta save my messages to the cloud!” F U T U R E!!!!”

char’s messages are like ‘you can’t run from this’ HENRY WHAT’S GOIN’ ON HMMMM?????

ray: “...that didn’t sound like your mom.”

henry asked if he was ‘totally untrackable in the man’s nest’ WHAT DID YOU DO HENRY

ray: “finding you in here would be like trying to find a gray hair on my head!” henry: “there’s one right there.” ray: “whaaat?”

MIKA BE P-I-DOUBLE S-ED YO

henry’s been there for 3-4 days HENRYYYY!!!!

chapa: “we also think we should be able to vaporize someone FOR NO REASON AT ALL!!!!” daang chapa p-i-double wuble s-ed too!

ray: “time is a tall glass of water” henry: “please don’t punch my glass-” ray: *PUNCHES GLASS LIKE A BOSS*

ray: “next crime that calls is goin’ home in a body bag” sweet serenity celestia captain man calm down

henry: “who knows when the next call will come in?” call: *comes in* lol

OMG DID THE KIDS SET UP THE EMERGENCY CALL???? :o

HENRY TRANSFORMED YAAAS!!! and i guess the dark outfit he wore in the insta teaser pic is his new hero form?? :o

henry: “up the tube!” captain man: “...we go down the tube.” lol :D

and awayyyyy they go!

robber: “part of the reason i rob people is for the connection i feel and i feel like you’re (the cashier) not here with me right now!” awww ♥

the cashier walked past captain man’s book first of all awesome call back and secondly why is a book being sold at a convenience store

captain man: “let’s slow fight this crime”

robber: “is this your sidekick?” ray: “naw, we’re just vibing!” henry: “you don’t even know what that means” ray: “it’s means, like, we’re together but not really” johnlock wants to know your location

henry really wants to get back to the man’s nest what’s goin’ on here????

a drone just said ‘henry hart located sending bounty hunter’ first of all wtf and secondly BOBA FETT CROSSOVER WHAT

even captain man’s like ‘wtf dude?’

mika: “i finally got mom and dad to fall asleep! you know what that means...” others: “SCREEN TIME!!! :D” kids these days...

chapa; “i wish i had a phone!” the way she said it is a total ‘god i wish that were me’ meme

the ad on is for ‘imdb tv’ THEY HAVE A STREAMING SERVICE??????

mika has a big phone or a tiny tablet

mika to a caller: “WHAT DO YOU WANT????” miles: “YOU’RE INTERRUPTIN’ SCREEN TIME!!!” sweet serenity you two CALM THE FRICK DOWN

captain man: “the kid and i are in a bit of a jimmy jam...” jimmy john’s wants your location

henry: “you want to fly the mancopter? get a bunch of puppies?” you’d think the kids would want to fly the flipping mancopter but they want puppies instead. kids these days! :D

captain man: “what’s gotten your brisket in a basket?” lol

henry: “dystopia’s really scary-“ well duh you live in a town called DYSTOPIA what did you expect

henry messed with a guy WHO EATS PEOPLE’S SOULS WTF

captain man reaction: “...so you didn’t come to swellview to see me?” i think you should be focused on the, i don’t know... EATING PEOPLE’S SOULS PART RAY

the lights just went out OH MAN

OH CRAP THE BLACKOUT IS HERE WITH A GUN

henry: “we’re gonna die, dude!” captain man: “hold on gotta try and think of an opening quip-“ this is like yakko saying ‘we need a perfect opening’ line in the animaniacs reboot lol :D

also THIS DUDE IS LITERALLY GONNA KILL YOU RAY YOU SHOULD BE SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE

captain man: “knock knock-“ the blackout guy: *shoots captain man into a wall* captain man: “typically you’d say ‘who’s there?’“ lol

YO THE GUY JUST GOT TRAPPED IN A SPIDER WEB

shoutout: “how did you miss the floor awol?” awol: “at least we’re here! we could’ve been in another country!” oh miles! :D

chapa: “why are the lights out?” henry: “it’s blackout! he’s a bounty hunter from dystopia-“ chapa: “aaalllllready stopped listening.” why does nobody care about a soul-sucking bounty hunter tho??

captain man has a wall on his back like peter being stuck to the couch in that one family guy ep lol

the lights go on and everyone cheers! :D

captain man: “i said i wasn’t done with my quip! knock knock-“ *gets thrown to the ground* he’s never gonna get to that quip huh

henry: “looks like captain man is taking care of him.” no i think HE’S BEING ATTACKED HENRY

henry: “tell schwoz he can keep my dirty laundry-” why didn’t he pick it up before he moved tho

awol: “captain man says you’re the best superhero he’s ever seen!” henry: “that doesn’t sound like him.” brainstorm: “he also says you have a surprisingly good singing voice.” henry: “i guess i’m alriiight...;)” lol

volt: “captain man says that we’re garbage and we’ll never measure up to you” geez ray be a bit nicer to them (especially chapa) not everyone’s your bf henry

awol: “let’s take this guy down together! ... that sounded really cheesy” lol i love how they all agree except for shoutout :D

the blackout guy wants to know why captain man’s not dying DOES RAY NOT HAVE A SOUL????

YO VOLT JUST HIT BLACKOUT’S FACE WITH LIGHTNING that’s gotta hurt!

blackout falling down because of a scream is the best :D

yay they did it!!! :D

AND BRAINSTORM HIGH-FIVED HENRY YAS! :D

captain man: “what do you get when you cross a duck with a shutzu?” nice dodging the nickelodeon censors ray ;)

barrow raffle ad: “you could win a million dollars! if you ask us, that’s a win-win” a win-win is letting me finish this ep

captain man kicked blackout and he didn’t respond IS HE DEAD??? :o

schwoz left an alive present in henry’s jeans WTF SCHWOZ

henry: “tough group of kids you got there.” ray: “yep, it always surprises me how much grit and determination each one of them has- oh my god, they’re baby-talking the puppies” lol what a perfectly delivered line :D

henry: “buh-bye dangers!” awww dangers!!! :’)

the higher-pitch of the vid makes mika’s puppy voice SO ADORBS! ♥

♥♥♥♥♥♥

*phone alarm* henry: “that’s my guber!” i know it’s an uber pun but henry’s getting a goofy goober ride awwww yeah! B)

ray doesn’t want to let go awww :)

yo schwoz put a turtle in henry’s pocket lol :D

ooh there’s a post credit scene! :D

and it’s bloopers how sweet :)

that was a great ep as always (probably my fave ep along with the quarantine special)! him and captain man have awesome chemistry and henry with the kids is great too ♥ see ya soon henry! (and danger force)

#livewatch #it's nice to return to this show #and see henry's return of course ;)

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mechanicalriddle · 3 years

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EYY ITS EXALTED SECRET SANTA OVER ‘ERE

Here are your choices for this year’s EXALTED SECRET SANTA, o secret santa. Here are your choices for this December…

(big shoutout to Tumblr for completely butchering the image quality on all of these!! anyway heres a link to a big version:)(x)

Ted is one of my first and most beloved Exalted characters and if you follow me at all you’ve probably heard about his misadventures!

Ledaal Tedeo (22, he/him) is a disgraced ex-dynast who had nearly managed to graduate from the Heptagram with his sorcerous credentials, until he exalted working on his senior thesis and had to get the heck outta there. Now he is on the run from his old life accompanied by a ragtag circle of solar misfits (and one abyssal) and having… Well. A time.

He’s a sorcerer, lore supernal, genius mathematician and artificer, Single Point initiate, clinically anxious and perpetually annoyed (by everything). In his spare time he enjoys a.) working, b.) smoking weed and c.) chillin (in a high-brow, decadent sort of manner). You might draw him toiling away at a workbench, toking off a cool pipe with a dragon or something on it, casting a spell, swinging his sword around, hanging out with his Huraka familiar, etc etc.

Special appearance notes... He has funny wispy hair due to his strong db pedigree. He also has supernaturally clean and shiny teeth due to the blessings of a teeth god. Oh yeah and an evil tattoo which is a great excuse to wear fingerless gloves everywhere.

IMPORTANT NOTE: do not “skinny-wash” this character!! I will be very cranky if you do that!! If you don’t think you can draw a fat character, well… learn, or pick a different guy, or something.

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Oh wow, cool abyssal. Huh, wait. They’re not an abyssal? NO because they are a FIRE ASPECT! They’ve not familiar with your “realm” nonsense or whatever because they were raised in a DOOMSDAY CULT! The Last Candle Lit Against the Dark (20, they/them) hails from the high north, along the fringes of the bordermarches. After their disastrous exaltation they were cast out by their kin into the frozen wastes to die. Instead, they were taken in by a lonely goddess imprisoned in a sunken city. Here they were granted knowledge, the secrets of sorcery, and a few fun little mutations as a bonus.

Candle makes pretty egregious use of their control spell, Blood Lash, instead of more conventional weaponry (otherwise opting for knives, in a pinch). They also have way too many oxbodies + the pain tolerance merit, meaning they can get slapped around a fair bit without being significantly hampered by it. You could draw them doing some kind of cool action sequence, like using their blood lash, or doing a cool backflip, or something like that. Other options… reading forbidden texts, performing evil blood rituals at a spooky altar, trying on some gaudy goth fashions, or just hangin’ out.

Their aspect markings manifest as grey hair & perpetually soot-stained fingertips. Their control spell gives them nasty, veiny markings, which become more intense and spread farther over their face/arms if they are angry or overexerted. Their evil goddess connection has a few funny effects as well- They have a second set of eyes that can see in the dark (which are kept closed most of the time) and hooves that improve their jumping capabilities (kept under their Convenient Hoof Concealing Gucci Boots) as well as a few fun effects that are a secret to everybody (except me, and the GM of course)

(cool example shrine)

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Also I didn’t wanna put this guy in the ring but I ran out of time. So! here is my last option...

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(note: i was running out of time so i just yanked this text nearly directly from a post I’d put together for commissioners.... so if the wording seems a bit weird thats why)

Broken Star (21, he/him) is a day caste abyssal, investigation supernal, lifelong skullstone resident, former detective, and fresh-from-the-grave Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Waters crony.

His primary weapon is thrown daggers. Conveniently he has wings which are made of dagger “feathers” which he can remove and throw at people. In close combat he prefers paired shortswords, and fights in a sort of rough-and-tumble ‘brawler’ style.

The wings are a part of a sort of “second skeleton” artifact weapon which has been grafted onto him via necrosurgical bullshit. All the pointy metal-looking bits sticking out of him are also a part of this ‘second skeleton’. He gets some cool evocations from it! But also angst :[

He looks very mean but he is not actually!! Hes sort of a jokester and a goofball and hes pretty frequently got a big, sharp-toothed grin on his face. Which is not to say that he can't be a serious and incredibly dangerous assassin when circumstances call for it...

For things you could draw him doing… Prowling around, swordfighting, throwing his feather-daggers, doing cool flips, being a show-off are all excellent options to get you started, but if you have other cool ideas then by all means have some fun with it!

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#exalted rpg #exalted secret santa

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gamerwoo · 5 years

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Wonwoo: Sunflower

Characters: Wonwoo x reader (gender neutral but if i slipped up on accident i apologize)

Genre/warnings: idol au, kinda slice of life, fluff, angst, some crack, a lil bit of suggestive/kinda sexual stuff toward the beginning, alcohol consumption and partying

Word count: 5,694

Summary: Then you’re left in the dust unless I stuck by ya. You’re a sunflower, I think your love would be too much.

a/n: (inspired by Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee) I accidentally posted this from my drafts when it wasn’t done and I really didn’t want to rewrite it or post it at all but I did anyway because I like to torture myself so here. and i know the real meaning of the song is kind of flipped to how i wrote it but um i didn’t realize until i was almost done lmao and also shoutout to @neverknewgrey2016 and @dreamjunhui for not only dealing with my tantrum when I had to redo this but who told me I should still remake it if I really liked the idea :]

(original a/n was something cheesy about the song reminding me of wonwoo because like i say i hate him all the time or smth idk but i figured i could use the lyrics to make some kinda story and i could definitely see wonwoo calling his s/o ‘sunflower’ as a petname but anyway moving on)

Seventeen Song Series

[Needless to say, I keep her in check

She was all bad, bad nevertheless

Calling it quits now, baby, I’m a wreck

Crash at my place, baby, you’re a wreck]

Meeting Wonwoo was an accident. It wasn’t like you were childhood friends or had some cute/funny encounter in school to bring you two together. You became friends because you both had the same order at a coffee shop, and you both went to take it only to start bickering because you both insisted you ordered first. Wonwoo had on a black mask and cap so you weren’t sure who the hell this sketchy-looking dude was, but you were going to get your drink either way.

After becoming friends, Wonwoo realized your snarky and sarcastic nature wasn’t just him catching you on a bad day. You were always like that. He did, however, discover that it was essentially your way of hiding your feelings. You were a shy person who didn’t really do feelings, and you were bad at expressing them. You teasing him and giving him a hard time was your way of expressing your fondness of him -- and you did it a lot and didn’t hold back.

Wonwoo quickly found himself growing a feeling of responsibility toward you. He started watching out for you, making sure you were kept in line, and always made sure you behaved -- well, at least as well as you could. While most people blew off your personality as rude and annoying, Wonwoo found it cute; almost childlike. He was fond of you, honestly.

If you were being completely, boldly honest, you had feelings for Wonwoo, but you refused to ever let him find out about those. But truthfully, he felt the same way, and he could easily tell you liked him back. Maybe that was why he did everything in his power to make you as flustered as possible -- which wasn’t hard since you got shy when it came to compliments, physical displays of affection, and basically anything cute, cuddly, or touchy-feel-y.

“Yah, can you sit down for like, two seconds?” he groaned, pushing himself off the couch to follow you to the kitchen where you were going for your fourth piece of cake. “_____, you don’t need more! You’re going to get sugar high, and you’re going to get a tummy ache.”

You snorted, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Did you just say ‘tummy ache’? I’m not five.”

“Yes, I said ‘tummy ache’,” he stated, reaching out and grabbing your waist, pulling your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and began to tickle your stomach. You squealed, your cheeks immediately going red as you shoved away from him.

“Don’t do that!” you whined, an embarrassed smile on your face. “I’ll leave this dorm right now and go home, I swear!”

“No you won’t,” he told you, crossing his arms over his chest as he blocked the way toward the exit which was the opposite way you were headed. “It’s too late, kid; you’re stuck here for the night.”

“I’m not a kid,” you stated as you rolled your eyes, mimicking him and crossing your own arms, “Then at least let me eat the leftover cake.”

“_____--”

“I don’t even need permission,” you scoffed, turning back toward the kitchen and marching straight there, “I’m an adult!”

Wonwoo groaned, his head dropping back as he heard you open the refrigerator. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.

“Hey!” you giggled as you scurried over to him with a can of whipped cream in your hand. “Look what I found! Open!”

Wonwoo let out a short, airy laugh as he playfull rolled his eyes. Still, he complied and opened his mouth, letting you spray the sweet topping into his mouth before you put a dot of it on his nose, sticking your tongue out at him before running back into the kitchen before he could get you.

‘Oh, yeah,’ he thought to himself as he smiled fondly at your retreating form, ‘that’s why.’

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[Thinking in a bad way, losing your grip

Screaming at my face, baby, don’t trip

Someone took a big L, don’t know how that felt

Looking at you sideways, party on tilt]

You’d never once questioned your friendship with Wonwoo. Sure, you were just some rando he’d ran into on the street and happened to get along with, but the fact you did get along well was why you never thought Wonwoo felt like he was above you. He never presented himself like the type to only befriend people on ‘his level’, either.

But then he invited you to a party. It was the birthday party of one of his idol friends -- or maybe it was a friend of a friend, you weren’t sure -- and Wonwoo wanted to know if you’d be his plus one.

“You don’t get out much,” he’d told you jokingly as he nudged your side.

So you agreed to go, and you were having fun at first. You had a few free shots, and Wonwoo offered to buy you some drinks. Even Seungcheol was asking you to do shots with him just for fun, so you did. But it seemed like the drunker you got, the more uptight you felt rather than letting loose. Your mind started to focus on how Wonwoo behaved around his idol friends, and you started questioning why the hell Wonwoo would even still be friends with you. Did he even actually like you or did he just feel bad when you’d text him asking to hang out? Did he invite you here because he felt bad for you? Was he hoping to hand you off to somebody else?

Wonwoo hadn’t seen you for a while. He’d gotten distracted talking to a friend he didn’t get to see often, so when he realized he wasn’t sure of your whereabouts, he went looking for you. It took him about ten minutes of looking and asking around before he finally found you in the bathroom, curled up in the corner with a tear-stained face and your arms wrapped around your knees.

“_____!” Wonwoo gasped, rushing over to you and immediately falling to his knees. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

You sniffled, looking up at him with bleary eyes. Your words slurred together when you spoke, “Why’d you c’m findme?”

“I hadn’t seen you in a while,” he told you, his arms wrapping around you as he sat down beside you. “What happened? Why are you crying?”

“Why d’you even hangout w’me?” you grumbled, wiping carelessly under your eyes with the back of your hand as you looked away from your friend. “You have cooler friends‘n’shit...”

Wonwoo shook his head as he tried to move hair from your face, “I don’t understand...”

Wonwoo had definitely had his share of drinks that night, but he was sober enough to now what was happening -- and he knew what was happening with you wasn’t normal. You never cried in front of him, and you never ever compared yourself to his friends -- at least, not out loud or in front of him.

“Y’re other friends ‘re idols!” you burst, turning to look at him as more tears welled up in your eyes. “Why waisty’re timeonme? ‘M nothin'...”

He frowned, cupping your face between his hands as he forced your eyes to look straight into his.

“_____, that’s absolutely not true,” he stated, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him -- even if you vision was a little questionable currently.

You whined, swatting at his hands even though it was like a baby tapping at his wrists with how drunk you were, “Go away!”

“You’re too drunk,” he sighed. “Calm down. Do you want me to take you home?”

You nodded, swiping at the water flowing down your cheeks again.

Wonwoo stood before he helped you up, keeping an arm around your waist as he put one of yours around his shoulders.

“I’ll get a ride and take you to the dorm, and I’ll make you some tea, okay? You can sleep this off afterwards, and if you still think I think you’re not worthy in the morning, I’ll still be there to tell you you’re wrong,” he promised as he led you out of the bathroom.

“Okay...” you mumbled, sniffling again. “Wonwoo?”

“Hmm?”

“Imight throw up ‘nyou...”

He chuckled, “That’s okay.”

He wanted to make a joke about how worst case scenario, he could borrow clothes from one of his ‘cool idol friends’, but he figured he should save that one for when you were sober.

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[Ooh-ooh, some things you can’t refuse

She wanna ride me like a cruise

And I’m not tryna loose]

Neither of you were sure the reason, but the sexual tension between the two of you that night was much greater than it had ever been. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in tiny cotton shorts and one of Wonwoo’s old t-shirts to sleep in, and it wasn’t the first time the two of you sat so close together on the couch as you watched a movie at your place. But you both could feel how the air somehow felt thicker and hotter than normal.

“Why are we watching this movie again?” you asked in a sigh when you noticed the couple on screen was now making out, which definitely wasn’t distracting you from how you wished your best friend beside you would just push you down into the couch and press his lips into yours so hard that you couldn’t breathe.

“Because it had good ratings,” he replied nonchalantly, dumping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Despite how he sounded unfazed, Wonwoo was just as squirmy and uncomfortable as you. The couple in the movie reminded him so much of the two of you: a little unconventional, kind of crazy, but they still cared so much for each other. All he could think about the whole time was turning to you, pulling you into his lap, and making out with you until this stupid movie was over. He could even feel himself hardening under his shorts and hardly anything had happened in the movie! It was all just his own thoughts of you.

“I’m switching it,” you declared, leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table.

Before your fingers could wrap around the black rectangle, Wonwoo’s hands latched onto your wrist, holding it in place.

“No,” he said sternly. “You can pick the next one when this is over.”

“It’s boring!” you groaned.

Truthfully, Wonwoo was nervous that if you turned your attention away from the movie, you’d end up noticing how turned on he was getting. So he insisted the movie keep playing.

“Not everything is about what you want,” he teased with a smirk.

“Jerk,” you frowned, sticking your tongue out at him.

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp and grabbed the remote anyway.

“_____!” he whined as you leaned over while he tried to reach for the remote, holding your arm away from him as you laughed.

“You can’t get it!” you sang in a teasing tone.

Wonwoo pulled the blanket off of his lap and completely climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head by the arm of the couch. Both of you seemed to freeze as it set in how you two were positioned: Wonwoo straddling your hips with his hands around your wrists, and you below him and completely at his mercy. Your eyes were locked, somehow unable to look away even though you were blushing redder than a tomato.

But you didn’t make any moves to pull away, and Wonwoo knew that you probably would’ve shoved him off and called him an idiot by now.

Wonwoo smirked as you gulped, “You should see how red you look right now, _____.”

You stammered, trying to come up with a response, but the best you could do was avert your eyes and mumble a “shut up”.

Wonwoo leaned closer so his breath fanned your face when he spoke. Your eyes widened, unable to pick just one place on his face to focus.

“Do I make you flustered, _____?” he questioned, his voice low. You knew Wonwoo was a teaser -- he loved to tease you -- but you didn’t think he would be like this. “How come you haven’t pushed me off yet? It’s almost like you like having me over you like this -- like you want me to do something more...”

You stayed quiet as you and Wonwoo switched between looking in each other’s eyes and glancing down at each other’s lips. Finally, he closed the gap, pressing his plush lips against yours. His hands released your wrists, moving down your arms and down your sides to your waist. He sat back, bringing you up with him as your lips stayed connected in a kiss that quickly grew heated. You straddled his lap as your fingers tangled in his hair, your hips instinctively grinding down on his softly as your tongues moved together.

Wonwoo groaned softly into your mouth at the feeling, but he quickly held your hips still.

“If you want something more, you have to tell me,” he said, his voice soft but gravely.

“I want more,” you mumbled, pressing your lips back to his.

“No,” he smirked, pulling back enough so he could really see your reaction for this, “I want you to say the whole thing.”

You whined, your head falling forward into his shoulder, “Wonwoo, don’t do this to me...”

“If you don’t say it, I won’t do anything else,” he chuckled. “We can just sit here, watch the movie, and--”

“Fine!” you groaned, refusing to lift your head because you were sure your entire face and neck were red with embarrassment. “What do you want me to say?”

He shrugged, “Just tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“Those exact words?” you whined. “Why?”

“Alright...” he hummed as he thought, making you think he was going to go easy on you. But he was going to get back at you for all the time you gave him a hard time. Finally, it was his turn to give you a hard time.

“Tell me that you want to ride me.”

You tensed at his words, but he also felt how your thighs tried to press together despite the fact they were spread open over his lap. He chuckled, letting his hands move up and down your thighs.

“Come on, you have a big mouth normally but now you suddenly can’t speak?” he teased.

“You’re the worst,” you huffed.

“I’m hearing a lot of talking but nothing of importance.”

You let out a loud sigh before mumbling words into his shoulder which he definitely heard, but he wasn’t done with you.

“I’m sorry, what was that, _____?” he smirked. “You’re gonna have to look at me when you talk.”

You lifted your head timidly. Wonwoo’s smirk grew bigger seeing how your cheeks were so flushed and your eyes could barely look at him. It somehow gave you an innocence that drove him crazy -- especially when accompanied with the words that fell from your lips in a shy, soft voice.

“I wanna r-ride you...”

Wonwoo bit his lip, cupping your cheek and pulling your face back down to his.

“Was that so hard?” he whispered before he pressed his lips back to yours.

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[Every time I’m leaving on you

You don’t make it easy, no

Wish I could be there for you

Give me a reason to, oh]

You didn’t like watching everybody pile their luggage out of the dorms. You knew it was only for a month -- and you’d survived without Wonwoo for a month before -- but you were finally dating Wonwoo. You’d just started, and now he was leaving.

Whenever Wonwoo had to leave, you always had this permanent pout on your face that Wonwoo never failed to find adorable. Even if he was upset seeing you upset, that cute look on your face made him chuckle and shake his head. He knew it meant you were sad, but he couldn’t help it.

“You know I’ll be back soon,” he reminded you, standing before you just outside the front door to the building. “I’ll call you whenever I can, okay?”

And just like every other time, you wrapped your arms around his waist with an iron grip. Wonwoo laughed, letting his arms wrap around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head.

“You have to let go, y’know,” he told you, still chuckling at your actions.

You just whined in response.

“God, you’re never going to make leaving easy, are you?” he snorted, leaning away just enough to see your face that was still set in a pout.

You shook your head, “I’ll make it harder each time.”

“_____, please let go of our Wonwoo,” Jeonghan pleaded softly as he walked up behind Wonwoo to try to pull your arms apart.

“No!” you whined.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s just take _____ with us,” Wonwoo said, his head leaning against yours as he jutted out his lower lip, the puppy dog eyes aimed toward the manager that was standing by one of the cars.

“You know we can’t,” Seungcheol reminded him. “Come on, we have to go.”

Wonwoo did nothing to get out of your hold, keeping his arms resting comfortably around you while he laughed at his members struggle. When they finally did get him released, Seungcheol quickly grabbed him and dragged him away toward hip-hop unit’s car.

When Seungcheol had turned to get into the car himself, Wonwoo took off toward you. He crashed into you, barely managing to keep you and him up as his arms tightened around you.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he admitted in a soft whine.

“I know,” you sighed, rubbing his back, “but you have fans you have to see. You can’t disappoint them, right?”

“Wonwoo, what the fuck!” Jihoon groaned, noticing it was the taller member holding everybody up.

Even though you probably wanted him to stay even more than he did, you reluctantly pushed him away from you with a teasing smile, pointing to the open car door.

“Go on, you big idiot,” you told him with a light chuckle.

Seungcheol jogged back over to retrieve his member, dragging Wonwoo away by the arm.

“I’ll see you later, _____!” Wonwoo called, waving his hand over his head. “Take care of yourself for me!”

Truthfully, Wonwoo didn’t want to just leave like that -- in fact, Seungcheol was still dragging him to the car before shoving him inside because Wonwoo didn’t want to go. He wanted to put up more of a fight, but he knew he’d get in trouble if he did. So he complied with his manager and his members, pressing his face up against the tinted windows as they drove away and out of sight.

And just like every other time, you waited until Wonwoo was gone to let your tears escape.

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[Every time I’m walking out

I can hear you telling me to turn around

Fighting for my trust and you won’t back down

Even if we gotta risk it all right now]

You were still giggling at the lame joke Wonwoo made as the two of you laid on your bed. It took a little bit of coaxing for you to cuddle with Wonwoo despite the fact you really really wanted to -- you were just a little shy about it, and Wonwoo’s teasing tones and smirks weren’t helping that -- but he finally had his arm around you with your head on his chest as he smiled up at the ceiling. Moments like these were ones he really enjoyed -- and there were plenty of them after that night in your apartment. The both of you knew there was no going back after having sex, but things just felt...right after that.

Now, here you were, spending your three month anniversary together with takeout, music, video games, and cuddling.

“You still owe me a rematch in Smash since you cheated,” Wonwoo reminded you.

You just scoffed, “You’re just mad that I’m better at playing Kirby than you are at playing literally anybody.”

“Being better at playing a character does not require stealing my controller and tossing it away from me,” Wonwoo frowned, poking your side to make you squeak.

“It just means I’m a better player!” you insisted.

“No, it means you’re a little cheater,” he told you, continuing to tickle your sides.

As you giggled and squirmed, swatting at Wonwoo’s hands while he kept an arm locked around your waist to keep you in his hold. When he noticed you were gasping for breaths was when he finally stopped, chuckling just at your laugh alone. It was possibly his favorite sound.

While your laughter was still dying down, Wonwoo placed a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened. Neither of you had ever said the ‘L’ word to each other, and Wonwoo had just dropped it out of nowhere. You were definitely taken off guard to say the least.

Wonwoo just laughed softly at your expression, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb, “C’mon, say something.”

Your mind was racing with different things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to squeal with happiness and just yell about how much you loved him. You also wanted to bury your face in his chest just so he wouldn’t have to see you blushing as much as you were.

He smirked, “I haven’t seen you look this flustered since our first night together.”

“Ugh, don’t start,” you groaned, practically throwing your face into his chest as you gripped his shirt.

“Do you have anything to say back?” he wondered as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed dramatically as you lifted your head, playfully rolling your eyes, “No...”

“That’s not what you said in your sleep last week,” he smirked, quirking a brow.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Yeah, you talk in your sleep sometimes.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I just did!”

As Wonwoo smiled brightly, you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face again as your cheeks heated up. Wonwoo just laughed warmly, hugging you tighter.

“It’s okay,” he assured you, “because I love you right back.”

When his laughter finally died down was when you finally decided to peek up at him to try to tease him back, but you saw something was different. Even the air felt different.

Wonwoo’s face had fallen, the happy twinkle in his eyes dulled. He let out a soft sigh as he looked up at the ceiling, his ‘thinking face’ on which included furrowed brows and his nose slightly scrunched.

“You okay?” you wondered quietly.

Wonwoo was silent for a moment which made your stomach do nervous flips. When he did finally speak, his words were soft and murmured with his eyes still glued to the ceiling.

“We’ll have to tell people at some point, won’t we?”

When you didn’t answer, Wonwoo looked down to see the panic in your eyes that was gone almost instantly, already shoved back down inside you to cover the vulnerability. He knew you hated the uneasiness of not knowing the future, but he also had to bring it up. You two were admitting you loved each other, which meant he had to start thinking about what would happen next.

“When do you want to?” you wondered, your voice quiet.

Wonwoo let out a short laugh that sounded more stressed than joyful, “Never.”

"C’mon, I’m serious.”

"So am I.”

You sat up, your hands on Wonwoo’s chest to push you, “You’re going to hide this?”

He sat up as well, “Are you going to force me to tell people?”

“Well, it just kind of seems like you want to hide me,” you admitted.

Wonwoo let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he got up from the bed.

You sighed, standing up as well as Wonwoo left the bedroom. You followed behind him, watching as he went through the living room on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.

You continued to follow after him, calling, “I don’t get why this is such a big deal to you!”

“Really? _____, have you seen how other couples are treated in this industry?” he asked in a loud voice, one hand running through his hair, “I don’t want you getting hurt or feeling bad about yourself or--”

“Wonwoo, stop,” you said, walking over to him and taking his hands, tugging softly to get him to look at you. “That doesn’t matter.”

“_____, you can’t just blow over this, too--”

You put your fingertips to his lips as he sat up to argue this, quickly shushing him.

“It doesn’t matter because nothing’s going to change us -- I won’t let it. It doesn’t matter if people hate me or they hate us being together or whatever it is that’s bothering you. I love you and it’s not going to change. I have you with me, so what is there to be scared of, right? Nobody can force me away from you.”

A smile slowly started to spread on your boyfriend’s face as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist to move your hand from his lips, “When did you get good at expressing your feelings?”

“From constantly talking to myself when you’re too busy playing video games,” you told him, sarcasm dripping in your tone.

Still, your words meant a lot to him. He knew that you could’ve panicked, too. He knew you could’ve just made a joke about it like you did with most things. But you still tried to comfort him, and he knew it was something you didn’t think you were good at. But you tried for him.

He wrapped you in his arms, knowing he’d just have to trust you on this one.

“I love you,” he told you.

Your arms wound around his waist, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

“I love you.”

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[I know you’re scared of the unknown

You don’t wanna be alone

I know I always come and go

But it’s out of my control]

It didn’t matter how many times you teased Wonwoo or shot a sarcastic comment at somebody. It didn’t matter how strong you acted or pretended how little you cared. Wonwoo knew you were scared of a lot of things: the future, things you couldn’t be sure of, and even being alone. You always tried to act like you were fine with all of those things -- especially the latter since you would insist you didn’t like people and preferred holing up in your room -- but Wonwoo knew you better.

Especially when he was announced to leave for six months.

The day before he had to leave, he wanted to spend it with you. He didn’t show up until the evening, though, since he was busy that day. He had been busy a lot, and this wasn’t even his first time leaving, but it was so much longer than you’d ever had to endure. You were terrified of what could possibly happen because of this long period of time away from each other, and Wonwoo could see that as soon as he came in.

All day, you’d been thinking about how Wonwoo would leave early in the morning. You couldn’t help but get upset thinking about how you’d have to spend those six months without the one person you loved and trusted more than anybody else. You’d basically be alone. Yeah, you’d have your friends and your family, but that was different. You loved Wonwoo differently than you loved them.

“Hey,” Wonwoo frowned when he opened the door to see you curled up on the couch with an odd look on your face -- it was some weird mixture of sadness and confusion, and he didn’t like it, “are you okay?”

You kept your eyes locked on the same spot across the couch up until the last word of your question, afraid of crying when you looked up at him.

“What if something happens to us when you’re gone?”

Sure enough, as soon as your eyes met his face, your lower lip started to quiver. You weren’t going to see that face in person for six months. You weren’t going to be able to hold or kiss him for 26 weeks. You would feel the same, empty, lonely feeling for 182 days, and all the anxieties that came with it.

Wonwoo walked over to you, sitting on the couch and pulling you into his embrace just as you broke down. He moved you into his lap as he shushed you and rubbed your back, keeping his hold on you tight and comforting.

“I know you’re afraid, baby,” he murmured, his lips against the side of your head, “but we’ll be okay, I promise.”

“You can’t know that,” you sniffled, your voice breaking twice.

He frowned hearing you sound so worried and broken. He wished he could somehow take all of your worried and anxieties and get rid of them forever. He wanted you to feel calm and secure all the time, but he knew you worried about a lot of small things even when you knew deep down that there was no point in worrying. You just couldn’t help it, and he understood that.

“I’ll video chat with you as often as I can, and it’ll be almost like I’m beside you,” he promised. “Try to visit your parents or a friend when you feel extra lonely, though, okay? I know you don’t like feeling vulnerable, but do it for me, alright? You have to take care of yourself while I’m gone -- I’ll be checking.”

You nodded, but you didn’t trust your voice enough to answer him with words. You already didn’t like that he could feel your body shaking with silent sobs, you didn’t want loud whimpers and cries to escape, too.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” he sighed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’d stay with you all the time if I could.”

“I wish I could go with you,” you told him just above a whisper. “I don’t wanna not have you around.”

But neither of those options were possible. Wonwoo and the rest of his members had already tried asking the staff about you tagging along, even for a little bit, but they were all given the same answer: no. It was completely out of his hands, no matter how badly he wished he could do something about it. The next morning, he’d be up before the sun to get on a plane to go to a different country.

But for the night, he could have you in his arms until he had to go, leaving you alone back home.

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[Then you’ll be left in the dust

Unless I stuck by you

You’re the sunflower

I think your love would be too much

Or you’ll be left in the dust

Unless I stuck by you

You’re the sunflower

You’re the sunflower]

"Are you eating enough? You look thinner.”

“Yah, are you my mom?”

“Sorry, I’m not into that.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes as he tried to suppress a laugh. Meanwhile, you laughed loudly, not caring if anybody on his end might hear -- the only other person in his hotel room was Seungcheol, but he had headphones in while he played a game.

“I’m eating, I promise,” Wonwoo nodded, smiling at your face that was currently on his phone screen. “Are you doing okay?”

You shrugged, peeling your eyes away from your phone where you could clearly see your boyfriend laying down in bed to check your water that was boiling for ramen, “I guess. I miss you a lot, but school kinda keeps me distracted sometimes.”

“Sometimes, huh?”

“I’m paying attention, I swear! I promised I would, and I keep my promises.”

He chuckled, “I know you do, baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t call the last week, but I got all of your texts about your exams. I’m proud of you.”

You flashed him a proud grin as you stirred your ramen, “Thanks! I’m, uh...sorry for spamming your phone. I tried to keep it to just good morning and goodnight texts.”

“I like it. It lets me know that you didn’t forget about me.”

You never failed to send him a text at least once a day, and while he couldn’t reply, it made Wonwoo feel so warm inside knowing you were still keeping him updated and checking on him. You really were so loyal and caring toward him, which he didn’t even understand. He’d been gone for three months now, and he thought you would’ve given up or moved on by now -- anybody else would’ve.

But you weren’t just anybody.

You scoffed, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You are the famous Jeon Wonwoo, after all.”

As Wonwoo watched you make your late dinner in just a big t-shirt he’d left behind for you, and your hair still messy and damp from a shower, he suddenly got hit with one of those ‘wow, I really love you’ moments, and all he could do was stare at you. Stare at how your hair fell in your face as you cracked an egg into your ramen, and how your lips moved as you softly mouthed the words to a song he couldn’t hear, and how you were doing literally nothing of significance but he wanted to watch you forever.

When Wonwoo didn’t reply, you looked at the phone to make sure the connection wasn’t lost, only to find Wonwoo looking at you almost dreamily.

“What?” you asked.

He just smiled softly and shook his head, “You don’t ever have to worry about me forgetting about you.”

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“Thunderstruck” - Oneshot

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Tony Stark x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1,419

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: You were recently taken in by the Avengers thanks to your ability to control electricity. But you weren’t able to spark friendly conversations with many people right off the bat.

Author’s Note: This was a random idea I had when I was out of town a few weeks ago, and I’m just now getting around to writing it! It was originally inspired by “Sweet Child of Mine” and then “Thunderstruck” came on when I was writing and it made me happy. Hope you enjoy it! <3

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- DreaSaurusREX

A block-wide blackout in the middle of autumn. You at the center of it

You were finally making progress You were brilliant, eased through school. You had plans for more doctorates and making advancements in technology or science or something. And you were on your way. You were currently working on an idea that, if it worked, could replace the need for multiple vaccines, and condense them all one simple, yearly vaccine.

But one small detail overlooked, and your lab partner being the clumsiest person to ever exist had ended with you being exposed to the chemical compound that you were testing.

Thankfully, there was an emergency disinfection chamber nearby that you were able to get to.

“Let just call it a night. We’ll start over tomorrow.”

“I really am sorry, (Y/N).”

“I know. Just… Come back tomorrow, prepared for a long day of focus, alright?”

She just nodded as you grabbed your bag and walked out of the lab, soaking wet, into the rain. You knew you should have brought a change of clothes like you usually did. But you were running late and ignored your routine. At this point, you just wanted to get home.

You were only a few streets away from your place. You vividly remember passing Mr. Polwiski’s Deli, then darkness.

The next thing you knew, you were on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance, pain scorching through your entire body. You could faintly hear the paramedic asking you if you knew what happened, or who you were, but you were too busy trying to focus your semi-blurry vision on your body. Your clothes were burned and torn in various places, you saw burn marks through the holes in your clothes, and you felt like you had been stung by a million bees.

Your already labored breathing became panicked when the gravity of the situation hit you, causing your brain to go into a frenzy. The internal pain kept growing, a strangled scream burst from your strained lungs.

“Ma’am! I need you to breathe! I know it's difficult, but you need to try to calm down!” The young paramedic tried to help, but it just made you more unsettled. It felt like fire was coursing through your muscles, unintentionally tensing them up. Your sobbing turned into screaming as blue sparks flew out of your hands, bouncing off the surfaces of various pieces of medical equipment, but avoiding the medical personnel on board.

The next thing you new, you felt the prick of a needle and the sweet embrace of sleep.

After that, your life was forever changed. The chemical compound that you were working on had absorbed through your skin and mutated your cells. It enhanced your body’s natural healing process by 65% as well as “blessed” you with the ability to manufacture and control electric currents. This quickly got the attention of a certain group of super people, and now you were attempting to not only adjust to your new living situation at the Avengers compound, but also your new life as a walking storm.

Being the new kid on the block was never easy. Now take that and add in Captain America, Iron Man, and all of the other Avengers, and you got a whole new kind of “not easy.” You couldn’t find it in yourself to talk to most of them. While they had shown you nothing but kindness and acceptance, you were still nervous about everything. The only one that had been able to get through to you was Bucky. He knew what it was like to be in your position, so he was the first one to really approach you as you were moving in.

The two of you would frequently be sitting together in your room, doing your own work, working on focus and control, or just watching movies. Bucky would sometimes make you move to other rooms so you got more acquainted with the facility and being around the others.

Today was one of those days.

You were working out an idea that you had stuck in your brain while Bucky was watching a movie that you had recommended him. He was just about to get to a good part of the movie when you heard the audio cut off.

“C’mon, (Y/N/N).”

“Where are we going?”

“I need food and you need a change of scenery.”

You learned that arguing with Bucky was useless. He would just throw you over his shoulder and make you move. So you just grabbed your stuff and followed him out of the room. You ended up in the kitchen, sitting at the table while Bucky fixed you both some lunch. He had just sat down to eat, when his phone went off.

“Ugh. Steve needs me to help him with a gameplan. I’ll catch you later, okay?”

“Alright. I think I’m gonna stay here. I have my stuff set up already.”

“Sounds good. You better actually eat.”

“I will. Go find your boyfriend.” You teased. Bucky threw you a look over his shoulder before disappearing.

You quickly realized how quiet it was since everyone was busy doing their work, or on a mission. Reaching for your phone, you hit the music app, and selected the playlist of songs that had been stuck in your head recently.

The sound of the guitar quickly took your mind off of everything expect the project you had been working on: a set of wrist braces that would help control the electrical impulses that your “gift” sent through your body. You had a decent handle on it, but these would act as a security blanket.

You got back to sketching out the details, and brainstorming what materials you could use. “Sweet Child of Mine” helping you ease your mind.

“Oh, oh, oh

Sweet child o' mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes

And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

And pray for the thunder

And the rain

To quietly pass me by”

Two things slipped your notice during the verse of the song: You had quietly started to sing along, and Tony had walked in to get his umpteenth cup of coffee. The only reason you realized he was there at all was when he interrupted your train of thought, causing your pencil to scrape across the bottom of your workbook.

“How do you even know that song?” It took a second for you to respond, you weren’t really ready for interaction with anyone else tonight.

“Um… I grew up on this type of music. My sister was into it and forced me to listen.”

“Your sister sounds like someone I could get along with very--”

“She’s dead.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t--”

“It’s fine.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to refocus on your schematics. You heard Tony walk towards the table and lean over your shoulder. He picked up one of the various sheets of paper you had spread out.

“What’s this all about?” He seemed genuinely curious, which shocked you.

“Well… It’s an idea I had this morning. Thanks to me being a glorified lightning rod, I was trying to think of a way to protect myself, and others, from any outbursts.”

Tony scanned over the different styles and asked you to explain each one, wanting to hear your reasoning for keeping one element or changing something. You were nervous at first, but when he sat down next to you, and showed how invested he was in your thought process, you found it easier talking to him. After you explained the blueprint you were currently working on, Tony went silent, which made you uneasy.

“So.. Uh… Wha-what do you think, Mr.Stark?”

“First off, it’s Tony.” He flipped through the various papers until he found the one he was looking for. “Second, I think if you combine these two, you got a chance.”

“I’m- I don’t understand?”

“Keep drawing out ideas. I’m sure that brain of yours will come up with a few ways.” He patted your back before grabbing his coffee, leaving you feeling a bit overwhelmed. Before he could get far, Tony popped his head back in the kitchen.

“Come to the lab tomorrow at some point. Let’s see if we can get that doodle to dance.”

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Wishes - Finale

it is....finished. thank you all for the love you’ve shown this little story. I love these Losers so much and I will miss the hell out of this AU, but...this is where I leave them, so, without further ado:

Title: “The Second Star To The Right” (Richie)

Warnings: I personally am sad because it’s over but otherwise I don’t think anything except Bad Star Wars Jokes

Rating: G

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RICHIE TOZIER ATTRACTIONS CAST - JUNGLE CRUISE soon to be NOT EMPLOYED BY THE MOUSE but for the meantime, he’s in ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA - DISNEYLAND PARK JULY 20th 8 P.M.

“I have something to say.”

If any one of the five people trudging towards Tomorrowland that weren’t Eddie had spoken up, Richie would have kept on walking. Total cold shoulder, doneski. He was tired of hashing shit out with his friends in public places, and they’d all promised to be cool at Disneyland. They’d kept that promise so far. There was no reason to ruin everything with only two park hours left in the whole fucking trip.

But. It was Eddie, so he did what needed to be done.

He stopped in the dead center of the walkway, and let Stan, Bev, and Bill crash into him like demented human dominoes.

“Richard,” Stan said into his back. Richie hadn’t turned around to assess the damage - he couldn’t, given the fact that Stan’s face was firmly planted between his shoulder blades - but the violent whispered curses and smack of hands against pavement coming from behind him suggested that Bev and Bill had truly been knocked down and were getting back up again, Chumbawumba style.

“In my defense--” Richie began, but he knew before he even started the sentence that it was fruitless. There was a 100% chance that Stan was going to shove him towards the nearest trashcan (and there was always a nearest trashcan - good ol’ Walt with his ‘trashcans every 10 feet’ rule).

His only real mistake was trying to catch his fall with his hands rather than just crashing into the aluminum menace forthright. Putting his arms out in front of him meant that he pushed open the swinging trash cover just enough to be elbow-deep in someone’s discarded Dole Whip.

“Well,” Richie said, extracting his hands and assessing the damage. “At least we weren’t in Toontown. Dunno what I would have all over my hands if we were.”

“Yeah, at least coming out of Adventureland you know that if it’s yellow-orange, it’s Dole Whip,” Ben agreed. Bev, who was still glowering at Richie, smacked Ben on the arm as if to chastise him for even speaking to Richie, and Ben was forced to shrug apologetically.

“Oh, you idiot. You deserved that.” Richie heard Eddie’s disgruntled mumbling before he saw him, but even without the visual, Richie knew exactly what his boyfriend was doing: rushing towards Richie with Kleenex and maybe a wet wipe in his outstretched hands. Richie turned a little bit to look at Eddie’s frenzied fumbling, smiled softly at the sight, and decided that it probably wasn’t the right moment to tell him that he hadn’t zipped his fanny pack back up all the way. There’d be a funnier time to break that news - like right before they were strapped in at Space Mountain, for example.

Richie took the Kleenex and looked back at the rest of their friends. Bill was examining his hands - it looked like he’d taken the brunt of the fall, as further evidenced by the expression on Mike’s face as he looked conflictedly between Bill’s stinging red palms and Richie’s face. Stan was over leaning on the nearest lamppost, a satisfied smirk on his face, and Ben and Bev were right behind Eddie, trying and failing not to giggle to themselves over Eddie’s nursing tendencies.

Even with everything that had just gone down, the energy in the air felt really chill. The seven of them were zen with one another in a way that they hadn’t been since the previous fall, and Richie was totally into it.

He turned his eyes back down towards Eddie, who was muttering to himself as he meticulously sanitized and wiped down every inch of Richie’s hands, and allowed himself to feel a little bit surprised.

It was kind of a fucking miracle that their little orientation group of sorts had made it through the year.

More than that - it was definitely a fucking miracle that Mike was crossing over to Stan the way that he was, that their mock-exasperated nudges were still precursors to enclasped hands. It was a gigantic fucking miracle that Eddie was getting rid of the Kleenex, now, and attaching himself to Richie’s side like a sloth - a gigantic fucking miracle that Richie had to re-wrap his mind around every damn day.

Ben and Bev were...less of a miracle, but that was heterosexuals for you. Richie didn’t begrudge them their stability - in fact, he was pretty frigging impressed by it, especially given the shit Bev had gone through. (As the only two occasional smokers in the group and often the only two who had any taste in anything at all, they’d decided to suck it up and go all in on their individual friendship...and fuck, had that been a good decision. It was enough to make him almost regret heckling her at costuming before they’d really known each other, now. Almost.)

And then the biggest miracle of all was Bill fucking Denbrough, who had now crossed to lean against the offending trash can. Richie was no expert on maturity, but even he could tell that Bill was a different kind of dude now than he was six months ago (never mind the kid he’d been when he and Richie had first met). 25 years old, and Bill was finally getting somewhere.

And Richie...Richie was too. It was different, but also kind of the same, so he and Bill had a neat little solidarity that neither of them really understood going on. It was pretty fucking great.

“Eddie, did you want to say something?” Bill asked, steadfastly ignoring his phone buzzing in his pocket in favor of paying attention to his friends. Richie made eye contact with Stan upon noticing Bill’s lack of attachment to his device, because he knew Stan would notice too, and they shared an impressed eyebrow waggle before turning towards Eddie.

“Yes.” Richie couldn’t see Eddie’s face in the position that they were in, just the top of his head, but he could feel Eddie nodding against his arm. “And it’s important.”

“You’re leaving Richie for me,” Mike guessed, sliding his hand out from where it had been intertwined with Stan’s and planting it on his hip jauntily. Richie mirrored him with his own hand, bopping his hip a little to distract everyone from the fact that he really, really hated this joke.

Not that they didn’t know, anyway. Not that he hadn’t made it obvious every damn time that he was sensitive or insecure or whatever the fuck about this particular thing. But - what kind of funnyman was he if he couldn’t take a joke, right? Even if it was the same damn joke about one of Richie’s deepest fears made for a month straight .

But - there was still something different in the air tonight, and Richie could tell that Stan was in touch with it. He was less drawn back than usual; more comfortable in his own skin - if Richie was going to do an impression of the Stan in front of him in that very instant, he’d slump his shoulders a little bit instead of drawing them up to his ears like he usually did.

It was probably for that reason that Stan said “Say it, Eddie,” instead of his usual “No, you’re leaving Richie for ME,” and Richie let out a relieved guffaw.

“Hit it, Fer-gie,” he drawled, keeping Stan’s ‘say it, Eddie’ cadence, and Stan flipped him off with a sweet, sappy grin.

Eddie noticed absolutely none of the weirdness in the previous exchange, which Richie found to be equal parts adorable and concerning. He just plowed on ahead.

“I want to remind everyone that Bev and I have little legs,” Eddie said, taking a moment to glare at every single one of them individually, “and that we have been walking for four days, and when you have to jog to keep up--”

“Good point!” Bev chimed in. “You’re giants and monsters, all of you.”

“So,” Bill said, looking between Eddie and Bev in an attempt to figure out what was being asked of him. “You’re...tired?”

“And also I would like some ice cream,” Eddie finished, and immediately turned on Richie to give puppy-dog eyes.

God, the fucking puppy-dog eyes. He really needed to get better at resisting those, or he’d be at Eddie’s beck and call for the rest of his miserable--

...well, no. It wouldn’t be miserable if it were with Eddie - not by a long shot.

“I’ll buy you one,” Richie said resolutely, and then absolutely couldn’t help but lean down and kiss his smiling mouth.

(He still couldn’t really believe he got to do that whenever he wanted, when all was said and done. He wasn’t about to waste an opportunity.)

“We can afford to slow down, definitely.” Ben was smiling that soft, easy, reassuring Ben smile, and Richie kind of loved him for it. He was shutting down the ‘pack as much as you can into the last two hours’ counterargument before it had even begun. “Maybe we just do Star Tours and then head to the hub for the fireworks? If we get there early we’ll probably be closer to the castle.”

“Good deal,” Richie agreed, grinning at the thought of riding Star Tours again. He’d been making up new little incorrect facts about Star Wars throughout the trip and feeding them to Eddie, and he was hoping that by the time they finished their vacation, Eddie would have total confidence in a version of Star Wars that absolutely did not exist. He was sure that particular prank would pay off solidly someday. “Wanna walk?”

“Ice cream cart first,” Eddie insisted, grabbing Richie’s hand and leading him out towards Main Street. “I wanna bite Mickey’s ice cream ears off.”

“Bizarre and vaguely sexual of you, Eddie,” Stan commented, mirroring Eddie by taking Mike’s hand and pulling. “We’re in.”

“Same,” chorused Bev, sneaking up to push her way in the middle of Richie and Eddie. They allowed her into their sphere with matching smiles, slinging their arms over and around her. “Boys? You ready?”

Ben and Bill looked quickly at one another, and then back at Bev, and Richie inhaled sharply. There was a secret inherent in their interaction - Richie was kind of generally a dumbass, but he was good at reading a room, and what Ben and Bill had going seemed like kind of a big deal.

Was tonight going to be the night…?

Bev, for her part, didn’t suspect a thing. She waved an idle hand at them and carried on. “Hurry up, then.”

Richie bit his lip and allowed himself to be dragged along. His thoughts were racing, which meant he was uncharacteristically silent amidst his friends’ chatter.

If Ben was going to say his piece, Richie should probably follow suit, right? Not that Ben’s thing and Richie’s thing were even remotely similar, but...Richie was starting to learn that it was better to have everything out in the open.

It was funny, he thought, that wishes came with responsibilities - that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted with his friends and his relationships, and things were still sometimes hard. There was no way around having to fix his garbage communication skills anymore. Self-improvement had become a weird sort of necessity.

But. Maybe he had kind of wished for that, too.

“Eddie,” he said, willing himself to not chicken out.

They had arrived at the ice cream cart. Eddie disentangled himself from Bev, slid past Stan and Mike, and planted himself in front of Richie, eyes dark with concern.

“My whole name, huh?” Eddie asked softly, biting at his bottom lip. Behind him, Bill and Ben were finally approaching the group. They were talking in low voices, and Richie clenched his fists, wishing vaguely to have some of their strength; to be less terrified of telling the truth.

“Eds,” Richie corrected himself, pushing a hand back through his hair nervously. “I’ve been meaning...I was going to tell you something. Or ask. Maybe.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Richie, if this is a proposal, why did you pick the least romantic spot in all of Disneyland--”

“No, no,” Richie said quickly, putting his hands in front of him to drive home the point. “No. Uh. I got a call right before we left from the theatre I’ve been performing at, and they have an opening for a full-time member of their production team…”

“You told me you applied,” Eddie reminded him, putting a reassuring hand on his forearm. “Are you trying to tell me you got the job?”

Richie stared at Eddie’s face, willing him to express some kind of emotion for Richie to gauge, but it wasn’t taking - Eddie’s features remained annoyingly blank.

“Yes,” Richie said, closing his eyes and hoping for the best. “And. I think...I think I really want it.”

Eddie didn’t respond out loud for a moment. Instead, he slid a hand up to Richie’s face, and traced his thumb over Richie’s cheekbone.

“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie whispered, and Richie felt all of the tension leave his body in one fell swoop. He fell down into Eddie’s arms bonelessly, and Eddie stumbled backwards a little bit.

“It means that I’d be leaving the company,” Richie reminded him, lips tight against Eddie’s ear.

“But it’s a permanent position,” Eddie replied, and Richie could all but see the smile on his cute little face. “You’re going to be in Orlando, still. We’re going to be together.”

“We are,” Richie confirmed, straightening up and smiling back down at Eddie. “I was just...I didn’t know if--”

Eddie laughed sweetly and took both of Richie’s hands in his own. “Idiot. Aren’t we past this? I love you.” He tilted his face up expectantly. “I’m glad you told me.”

Richie couldn’t help but oblige him with a kiss. “Sorry I’m stupid.”

“Don’t get in the habit of saying that or it’s all you’ll ever say from here on out.” Stan was walking towards them, holding out two Mickey ice cream bars. “You’re welcome for these, by the way. If you try to pay me back by sneaking money into my wallet when you think I’m not paying attention, Richie, I’ll release incriminating screenshots into the group chat.”

“If it’s the conversation where the two of you talk at length about High School Musical, I’ve already seen it,” Eddie said, taking an ice cream bar and tearing open the wrapper.

Stan sighed. “I’ll think of something else, then.”

“If we’re set with ice cream, then we should get moving,” Bill announced, checking his watch. “We don’t have as much time as we think. We should get in line for Star Tours as soon as possible.”

“We’re really gunning for good seats at the fireworks, huh?” Mike asked teasingly, clapping Bill on the shoulder. Bill smiled a little bit, but it was clear that his agreeing nod was serious - and his little glance at Ben after he finished nodding was, too.

God. It was really going to happen tonight.

“Let’s go, then,” Richie said, not wanting to begrudge Ben any last little detail. He unwrapped his ice cream bar and tried to insert as much of it into his mouth as he possibly could. “Strrrr Trrrrr awhrrrh!”

“He means Star Tours away,” Eddie translated, biting one of Mickey’s ears off neatly. “And let’s please not run. My legs are so little.”

“Walking fast?” Bill offered, smiling cheekily.

“Walking at a pace that is comfortable for everyone,” Mike said, moving to demonstrate said pace, and together they fell into an easy step.

The wait time for Star Tours was short - only 10 minutes - and they gathered at the mouth of the line for a quick moment before plunging ahead.

“We’re okay with this being our last ride?” Bev asked, leaning against the metal frame of the attraction with her hands in her pockets. “Ben, you didn’t want it to be Indiana Jones?”

Ben shook his head wistfully. “As great as that ride is, I’m good.”

She met Richie’s eyes, then, and he knew immediately what she was about to ask. “And Richie--”

“Mr. Toad and I are good for now,” Richie assured her with a wink. “No need to revisit that one. Let’s go into space, huh?”

No one agreed out loud, but Bill started moving into the queue and the rest of them were following suit, so Richie allowed himself a moment of feeling like his leadership skills had improved before wandering after them.

“Do you think that if we see the Ewoks again, Luke Skywalker will be with them? He’s their leader, right?” Eddie asked, turning towards Richie with wide eyes.

Richie slid his arm over Eddie’s shoulders in a practiced motion and made to respond, but Stan beat him to it.

“Luke Skywalker can’t be the leader of the Ewoks because his lightsaber is red and theirs are all green, Eddie,” Stan said matter-of-factly. “If you knew anything about Star Wars, you’d know that. Luke Skywalker’s only allowed to lead those guys in planes. Red Luke Leader and all that.”

Richie quickly pulled out his phone to set a reminder to thank Stan somehow for his genius addition to Richie’s newly invented Star Wars lore, and also to ask Stan how much of that he genuinely believed was true.

“Planes?” Eddie wrinkled his nose. “I thought the stereotype was that gays couldn’t drive.”

“I am very proud of the work that I’m doing on Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge,” Ben interjected loudly, “and I cannot wait to never show any of you what I’m doing, or go to that park with you when it opens, or talk to any of you about Star Wars ever again.”

Richie laughed out loud. “Ben, buddy, you’ve got to settle down. Your emotions are betraying you. Have you ever heard the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise--”

Bill turned around from the front of the queue, forehead cinched up in either stress or amusement. “Wait, no, that can’t be a real thing.”

“That’s the only thing that’s been said this entire time that’s a real thing, actually,” Mike said through gritted teeth.

“Should we watch Star Wars on our next movie night?” Bev asked, smiling thinly. “Would that resolve a few things?”

The responses to that were chaotic and entirely mixed, and Richie reveled in the fact that the anarchy he’d caused lasted all the way up until they got on to the ride.

Their simulator went through the pod-racing section, and then Naboo with the Gungans, which meant that Stan was going to be speaking in incomprehensible memes for days. Richie would have complained loudly and obnoxiously about that, but it was almost time for the fireworks, which meant that it was almost time for Ben’s big moment.

Richie didn’t want to insert himself in the middle of whatever Ben and Bill were planning, but he couldn’t help feeling a little bit nervous about the whole thing….which was weird, because he usually didn’t feel nervous about things that weren’t his.

This thing was different, though. This thing had some gravity to it, and there were a bunch of different ways it could go wrong.

First of all, Bill didn’t have an amazing track record with plans like these. Granted, Ben and Bev weren’t Stan and Mike, but having Bill involved meant that everything was probably going to be a lot riskier than it would be otherwise, and Richie was tired of risk-taking where his friends were involved. They’d agreed on no drama for this trip. This could knock that whole agreement out of whack.

Second, if Ben pulled this off...well, everything would change, wouldn’t it? They’d just finally gotten their shit together well enough to be friends again. Would they be able to survive a change at this point?

Third...well, third was Eddie, and all of the things that he was going to have to start thinking about if Ben was successful.

Third could wait.

But. First and second were legitimate issues, and it was for that reason that Richie found himself slipping away from Eddie and Stan and sidling over to Bill.

“What’s the plan?” he asked, speaking quickly and quietly so as not to be overheard.

Bill raised his eyebrows, but otherwise didn’t seem surprised that Richie was asking. “Just getting as close as we can so that Ben can do his thing when it starts. Nothing elaborate.”

“Nothing risky?” Richie asked, doing his best Stan impression. “No personal pyrotechnics, no Goofy go-go dancers--”

“Just you,” Bill joked, eyes shiny with mischief. “You’re the only risk. Don’t fuck anything up, Richie.”

“Yeah, nah, I won’t,” Richie agreed. “But. It’s gonna be okay, right?”

Bill took a moment to look thoughtful, and Richie almost rolled his eyes. It was a yes or no question, and the correct answer was obvious, but when Bill responded, Richie found himself kind of grateful that Bill hadn’t taken the easy way out.

“You know how Bev thinks our friendship is destiny?” he asked, smiling a secret smile.

“Don’t fucking beat around the bush, Denbrough,” Richie complained, tugging at the hairband around his wrist irritably.

“I have a point,” Bill said, “which is that I agree with her, except that I think that the destiny part is more us destined to want to be around each other, which is different than just being destined to be friends. We have to work on it, but we will, because we want to.”

Richie sighed. “So what you’re saying is that it doesn’t matter what we do because we’re gonna work it out in the end no matter what?”

Bill shrugged. “Sure.”

Richie thought about pressing the issue, but ultimately decided against it. What Bill said had been comforting, in a way, and that was enough.

“Why are you helping with this, anyway?” he asked instead, adjusting his glasses idly. “Aren’t you sick of being around relationships at this point?”

Bill tapped at his phone in his pocket with another secret smile. “Don’t count me out yet, Rich. I’ve got someone to introduce you to when we get back. And so...no. I’m good.” He paused, looking over at Ben and Bev, who were talking excitedly to one another as they pushed through the crowd, looking for an optimal spot. “And they’re going to be so happy.”

“I guess that’s all we can ask for,” Richie said, smiling a little bit as he watched them laugh together.

“What is?” Eddie, Stan, and Mike had caught up to them - or maybe had come back to them, Richie had lost track of them completely for a moment.

“Being happy,” Bill replied, stopping just off to the side of the Disneyland Partners statue. “Is this a good spot?”

“Yes!” everyone chorused in unison. They’d have a perfect view of both the castle and the fireworks from where they were.

Richie turned to Eddie and proffered a hand, and Eddie took it, beaming widely up at him. Seized with a sweet impulse, Richie raised Eddie’s hand to his mouth, and Eddie laughed, rolling his eyes with a quiet sort of affection that made Richie’s heart stutter a little bit. He opened his mouth to speak, but Eddie shushed him before he could start.

“Don’t say a single thing about dreams coming true or whatever tacky Disney shit,” Eddie warned amidst giggles, trying and failing to narrow his eyes.

“No…” Richie started, willing the right words to come out of his mouth, “no, I was thinking, actually…”

Eddie tugged sharply at his arm, huffing out a shaky breath. “Is THIS a proposal?”

“No.” Richie turned his head to make solid eye contact with Eddie. “No, we’ve still...not yet, sweetheart, we’ve still got some shit to work out before that goes down, I think. But I was wondering...I was wondering if you were happy. That’s all.”

The music around them swelled, and the first firework lit from over Sleeping Beauty’s castle. Eddie gasped, eyes alight, and out of the corner of his eye, Richie saw Ben go down on one knee.

Richie knew Bev had said yes by the whoops and cheers that exploded around him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Eddie’s face.

“Eddie,” Richie said again, willing Eddie to smile.

Eddie’s responding grin was absolutely enormous.

“I’m happy, Richie,” he replied, “I am so fucking happy.”

When Richie closed his eyes, he could see reflections in front of his eyelids - of Ben kneeling down, of the fireworks going off over the castle, of Eddie’s blinding, beautiful smile.

He opened his eyes again.

“Me too, Eds,” he said, taking Eddie’s hand and soaking in the moment. “Me too.”

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imelaeiou · 2 years

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2022 ear blessings ( zZz edition)

1. snowflakes are dancing - isao tomita [synthastic covers of some of debussy's bests. love this album so much i own it on vinyl & cd. i bought the vinyl before i even had a record player because it contains my all time fave version of clair de lune 🌙✨ (shoutout to a fine frenzy for posting it on her twitter and changing my life) wound up buying the cd in 2020 so i could fall asleep to it without having to worry about flipping sides and needles and shit... up until that point tho, it was my go to laying-on-the-floor-next-to-your-record-player-like-a-main-character-in-despair record]

2. untourable album - men i trust [currently in my cd player. dreamy as always. kept repeating it on spotify so going physical was easy peasy. bought it on a bandcamp friday too since these songs may never be heard live, WHICH IS A SHAME HONESTLY, TRULY. fave track is tree among shrubs. stuck in my head for months now 🌳 🍃]

3. v i r t u a l r e s o r t - cyberealityライフ [digi-vacation vibes🏝🐬✈️📹✨also good for early mornings. i use track 20, 滞在を楽しむ, as my wake up song bc apple ringtones suck]

4. after the dream - nights into dreams ost [sometimes if i reeeeally can't sleep, i'll watch long plays of games i either find tricky or have no intention of playing myself 🌚 while watching a play through of nights into dreams i freaked out bc I realized this is the song cybereality sampled for 滞在を楽しむ. had been listening to their remix for months at this point & i figured it was a sample but i never looked it up bc it's so pretty i don't care lol. was an unexpected coincidence, i love them both 💕]

5. tron: legacy ost - daft punk [🎶🌐t h e g r i d.....a digital frontier......🌐🎶 i have worn this cd oouuuttt. i will never tire of this soundtrack. neverrrrrrrr]

6. calm and relaxing videogame music: water edition - youtube mix by user mitari mango [say what you want about water levels they have the best music don't @ me. a nice mix of new & old/ nintendo & non-nintendo tracks. loops twice for a total 4hrs of p e a c ee e e e 💦🌊💙]

7. late night delight - luxury elite & saint pepsi [a vaporwave classic. this collab album has calmed me during some rough shit. ENJOY YOURSELF is an instant mood booster. i own the cassette which has some exclusive bonus tracks, but i still prefer listening to it on youtube just like the way i found it. oh lord we getting nostalgic for shit based on nostalgia... it's just nice, ya know?🌜🕺🌛]

8. almost empty parking lot // vaporwave mix - youtube mix by user deep sea current [all of dsc's mixes are sososooo good. lately i've been starting with this one then letting the youtube algorythm take it from there until it's true lights out time (like with earplugs and blackout mask lights out time) i love their mixes bc they actually credit all the artists used. they also have different mixes doe different moods so it's not like blanket generic "vaporwave"...idk just subscribe to them already dammit]

9. living room spaceship - ambient noise video by user universe [i find their videos to be the darkest and longest and best of all MINIMAL AD BREAKS. again, when it's lights OUT time, i switch to one of these, set my tv sleep timer for anywhere between 60-90min, plug my ears, cover my eyes and drift awayyyy]

10. odd tinkering restoration videos [no talking, no faces, just super satisfying sights and sounds of junk being brought back to life. usually watch one of these before switching to spaceship mode if i need some extra cool down time]

#thus spoke imela

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ts-autumns-world · 3 years

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Episode 4: “Tua supremacy babey” - Lily O

I GET TO REUNITE WITH JINX YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

me waking up to see that im in the new tribe: https://media.tenor.com/images/93212119a4887f9fa0ad945c7ae2a5d0/tenor.gif

tbh i expected the swap since like we have 14 rn so its a reasonable number to do a swap before the merge.. but like this swap sucks not only me being the only one from og eener but its also me having to be with these 4 whites ppl. you know i don't trust white ppl except mikki SDFSDFSDFSDF so this absolutely SUCKS. and geekoffilm is on another tribe too.

URGH i hope i can team up with jinx and jude. and joey and i used to play together in CoW so hopefully, i am able to make him want to work with me again.. but monty... monty is very skeptical cause like they could just vote me off now. BUT THEN, i know that either jinx or raffy has the idol for sure, so maybe i need to ask jinx for that. or i just ask the person who i'll be up against with in the tic tac toe to throw a challenge if they are the og eener too.

much to think about bestie booth. i wanna trust these ppl so bad but i have trust issues

https://youtu.be/JrXnnD5KU0I

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naur this is the plan if we go to council

imma be like joey

you are the only cis white man on the team

you have to go.

you wanna be an ally?

THIS IS HOW!!!

so im pushing for u FEWEJFEEFJEFEIFEFIJW

heS ALWAYS SAYING HE WANTS TO BE A BETTER ALLY

ALWAYS CALLING ME LIKE JINX IM SO SORRY

ILL BE LIKE FOR WHAT??

HE'S LIKE FOR BEING A WHITE CIS STRAIGHT MAN.

IF UR REALLY SORRY ULL LEAVE!

I have to start this out by saying Giraffez, I’m so sorry! I tried my best but too many people wanted to keep us comp strong and wanted Lily O to stay. I really wish we would have had the chance to play longer together but sometimes it’s just not in the cards.

As far as swap goes, I’m really happy about my team. We have a majority from my original group which is pretty wild. I wish Chips was here and I really hope he makes it work somehow but I’m ngl I’m a little worried about him.

I was so so thrilled to see Jinx on Tua with me. I also have started talking with Captain and Jude. They both seem super nice so as always I’m hoping to avoid tribal once again.

I’d like to the think that original Llih (was that how you spelled it?) will stay together but Giraffez told me that Lily O told her that she was voting for me. Now obviously we all voted Giraffez but I think Lily O knows I was plotting. So. I hope we can stick together. But. Yeah. Your girl is worried. And excited. She is excited cause this group seems cool. But nervous because yeah I’m not ready for another vote out. Mkay. Bye.

This swap went pretty well for me all things considered. I still have a bunch of people from my OG Tribe, and the new people seem active and really nice! So, I like my tribe. Blake offered to me today to work together closely in the game which I am down for. The semi-inactive people need to stick together and all that lmao. Other than that, I am straight Vibing

Swap time! honestly its time to kick it into high gear and win this immunity challenge! make some real allies!

HELLO AUTUMNS WORLD!!!!!! So I have arrived in a swapped team with 3 of my old members! SOOO happy Mikki is here firstly since we can discuss basically anything. Blake and Raffy im also cool with but not like as close with them. Maybe a bit more with Blake. Of the new people my fav is Chris !! Already liking our chats and hope it can turn more strategic later maybe!! Ricky is also cool and funny and chips I was allies with him in Kili which is cool but probably the weakest connection of the new people so far!! It looks like we are gonna lose and if so its kinda hard like on one hand we have easy majority to vote off idk probably chips or maybe ricky or we could go against tribal linesI think Blake truly does wanna work with me tho but is just busy. Like going against tribal lines is kinda fun but maybe dumb. And chips being the 1 in a 4-2-1 swap sucks too!! Idk kind of evaluating the vibe with Mikki and will see what we think later if we lose… we would probs be safe regardless being protected by tribal lines on one side and having developed sorta good vibes with Chris and Ricky from the other side so probs wouldn’t be targeted from that angle either?? Hopefully… I did have kind of a delayed start with the new people cuz of irl stuff but yah we will see!

My opinion on swap was initially sad because I was missing out on Jinx/Jude/Joey/Captain BUT then I realize I like this tribe?? Im with Ricky still, Mikki probably is sitting at the cookout as we spesk, Chips is lowkey goody but I got my eye on him, Benj and I bond over Agatha Christie <3, Blake I knew from TDI so we have been goofin like a Goofy movie, Raffy I actually enjoy that we chat of the most mundane things, and that's everybody! I think I have a chance to survive on this tribe

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My thoughts are that I've got Ricky and Mikki at minimum. I know Mikki/Raffy got beef but I doubt they go for each other. Chips is like a level-headed Joey but I reckon one of him/Blake/Benj will be targeted if I had to guess. Nevertheless me and Captain talked during our matchup and exchanged info. My hope is me or Ricky are in Outhouse but I also hope not so we have higher odds to keep the goodies all goodie and safe

https://voca.ro/18WSqZznajDx

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I LOVE JUDE

so idk where my last confessional left off but i think it was before tribal. so after tribal, jinx’s manifestations came true, we swapped, i ended up on a tribe with no one i knew except chris, so that was kind of…nnng. but hey, gotta roll with the punches. me and jinx were paired up for the challenge which game me a bit of time to talk with them, and they gave me some insight on ppl i didn’t really know on my tribe, and also they gave me a tarot reading, and it basically said that while i’m probably gonna have to deal with some bullshit, i just have to use everything i’ve learned to get over any obstacles, and stay calm and collected through it all. i’m really really praying for this one, since we just lost immunity, and now chris is going to the outhouse, i’m afraid that i’m truly all alone now. and if there’s one thing that scares me it’s being alone. i really like mikki tho, and i heard benj was good ppl. maybe if i let them know that raffy might have the half idol then maybe they’d be more inclined to work with me, but i also really enjoy raffy’s presence, so i don’t really want him to be a target. blake and i have had a good amount of dialogue so i’m hoping that he’d be willing to work with me, to be honest. ughhhhh why why why tribal. WHY TRIBAL. in all my years of playing tumble survivor i’ve never been sent to like…and exile or redemption island ONCE. not once….ever…. please god let me get to the outhouse just one time.

First of all, lemme just say I'm so amused by how quickly my chances of no-votes went RIGHT out the door. But also thank god that it went off without a hitch! And right before a swap, no less New tribe is definitely iconic. LOVE Jinx, Captain and Jude are cool too, and then my Llih buddies are also v nice to have (shoutouts monty and joey)

Tua supremacy babey

https://youtu.be/oP7DWOnmt40

https://youtu.be/Z3_pyWTdRh8

https://youtu.be/UFshPYJ98z0

hello confessional booth... i'm here to give you um. something i hope!!!!

well since the swap, i feel like i've managed to fit in better than i expected cause ive been feeling under the weather and i don't rlly have energy to talk to anyone (which is so great that our tribe won this IC) but i rlly need to work on that more for sure..

joey wants to work with me.. like a lot. we worked together for a bit in CoW before he was voted out and he was a great ally to me back then so i think i can trust joey a little bit? and he rlly wants the pocs to go far so i think this is a good sign.

with jinx, we've been wanting to talk about the outhouse thing but jinx wants to call and i've been feeling sick so we haven't called but hopefully we can do that soon. i trust jinx a lot and i know they're gonna take care of me.

jude.. you know i like her since i saw her intro vid so yup gonna need to talk to her more!!!

lily c.. my fellow teacher pls SFSFSDFSD i enjoy our chat a lot like idt its much but every time we talk, with her, it just feels great and nice and like we just get to know each other so far so i hope we can talk game a bit more but we'll see

lily o.. we haven't talked since the day the swap happened. idk why. maybe she's busy or maybe i should dm her first so i think i'm gonna do that tmr my time if i have the energy.

and monty... PLEASE idk if i can trust monty or not. like he's a good friend of mine but my experience in orgs with them is that they tried to break the swp apart (which was smart but then mikki and i are both playing so gotta keep an eyes on them)

i'm just trying to feel good and hopefully recover soon cause i hate being sick. idk i'm scared of covid!!!!! but i haven't gone outside for a week or two methinks so we're gonna pray and see.

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missing mikki and hope she will be fine

Blake suggested starting an OG Eneer alliance to Mikki and Benj. They took them up on the offer so I guess I am in my first alliance of the game based on arbitrary reasons. In any case, they seem to want to vote out Chips which is a RIP. But whatever keeps me safe for one more round.

I don’t have an obsession with the Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood sketch from SNL... No I clearly don’t... https://youtu.be/whfQf3Pd5bU

It’s my chronic overthinking in this swap that is going to do me in, I feel. It’s the pressure of having to actually think differently, and coming off of EVERYTHING I’ve seen in this community over the past 6 months, oh good Lord have mercy, I feel as though its so hard for me to want to not sacrifice my game, but at the same time... I feel all the pressure in the world to flip. I did have a lucid dream that if I got to a point where I consistently voted only white people at every Council, it would make my game look REALLY good by comparison, since I literally did everything I could, and no, I don’t want to hear anyone post season say this was rigged for Jinx, it’s not, we’re only going to go against each other down the road because of how this season has been set up, and it breaks my heart

https://photos.app.goo.gl/eSvSGkc4zmBfnYVP7

So here's some tea I suppose. I was a pretty big fan of the tribe swap because people talked more in general. This was particularly interesting considering their different timezones but continued ability to keep up conversation. It was pretty apparent that I was at a numbers deficit from my original tribe but my hope was that people didn't want to play like "that" and then if they did that my former tribe would throw it to keep the numbers. Apparently that is not true as Lily C went as hard as possible to win a challenge she could have convincingly thrown as an "accident" multiple times. At any rate, based on the total lack of communication with me concerning who I am voting it is evident that either the plan is to vote someone without telling me or that it is to vote me. This means that regardless of the situation I am in a terrible position and will be leaving sooner rather than later. I don't know that I've been swap screwed in the past (perhaps, I've been playing for too long) but it really stinks.

For the TL;DR watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzftXB28gBE

http://www.purplerockpodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/survivor-pearlislands-lillian-morris-no-sir.gif

As I'm writing this, I have a big gulp from... you guessed it... 7/11. I need to flip on one of the three of Monty, Lily O, and Lily C. My best option is going to vote for Lily O, I need Monty and Lily C to know I'm only doing this because yanno, things look awfully awful, and the pressure of making the right move and yet making sure I don't lose relationships is starting to get to me.

I also need them as shields because theyre the only winners in this game, and I need them here as shields for down the road heading into a merge.

I can't even believe I found TWOA IDOLS! I had to think a lot about who to give it too but I decided to do what felt like the smartest thing to do. Jinx and Captain already trust me and I enjoy Ricky but he gives semi chaotic energy. With that in mind, I had to give it to Jude as a sign of faith. Not only am I wanting her to do well, but I want to prove to her I legit want to work with her come merge 😊

https://youtu.be/vOn8Zsi0njA

https://youtu.be/UWTB-LYjbu0

for Chips: https://youtu.be/lSeDZdSEl4o

#tsaw #episodes

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corgisocks · 6 years

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85 questions

tagged by @ribenaflip 💞💕💖💗

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

EDIT: as of 2019, this tag is like 20% irrelevant to what i’m like now....did it in 2017 so

— what was your last…

1. drink: water

2. phone call: it was me calling jojo’s phone so they could find it

3. text message: “I am having a major crisis”

4. song you listened to: coffee & tv by blur

5. you cried: that’s tmi but also saying it’s tmi is tmi and all of this is tmi so what am i DOING

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: nooo

7. kissed someone and regretted it: yes i kissed a piece of toast and it got crumbs all over my face

8. been cheated on: if i have been that’d be concerning seeing as i’ve never not been single

9. lost someone special: not recently.

10. been depressed: 24 hours 7 days a week m8

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: what is an alcohol? (no)

— fave colours

12. vermilion 13. cerulean 14. very very dark grey

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: YEET (shoutout to the gc)

16. fallen out of love: i WISH (lmao it’s been 2 years please end me)

17. laughed until you cried: yea obvs

18. found out someone was talking about you: many times. many many many times.

19. met someone who has positively changed you: YES. my bestest buddy has and not in a bad way. i’m definitely a better and happier person because i met him

20. found out who your friends are: i never think about friendships in that kind of way. and if i did i probs wouldn’t care to be like ‘they were a shitty friend’ instead it’d just be like they were someone in my life and it sucks that they’re not/don’t want to be in a good way anymore but shit happens. and i don’t take it personally

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: what is a face book because if it’s like a book of faces i kissed myself in the picture of my group of friends that is in my yearbook

— general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know irl: again…what is a face book

23. do you have any pets: YEET

24. do you want to change your name: i mean idk i think i’d be cool with just usin a nickname for now i’ll figure the legal stuff out later

25. what did you do for your last birthday: went to my friend’s birthday party. spent almost all of it looking for one of the people who was invited with two of my bros. then i saw wonder woman, went to a reallyreally good korean bakery, and then went to the empire state building. and last but not least, the next day, my friends came over and we played clue and mariokart. all in all it was a 10/10 birthday tbh! (it was an anomaly though ngl my birthday this year is going to be infinitely more depressing)

26. what time did you wake up today: 5:30 am cos my school starts too fuckin early ;(

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: taking a shower

28. what is something you can’t wait for: plake’s upcoming single (it’s my fav and i’ve been wanting it in my library for m o n t h s so i’m 110% ready for it

30. what are you listening to right now: the sound of people talking

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i was at an improv comedy show and of all people i was picked to volunteer and when i was on stage my shoe fell off and one of the comedians who was called tom was like 'your foot has been borne to the audience’

32. something that’s getting on your nerves: my own exhaustion!

33. most visited website: my school’s online gradebook 😬

34. hair colour: really dark brown (some people think it’s black but NO)

35. long or short hair: short...it will never be long again i assure you

36. do you have a crush on someone: yes ;(((

37a. what do you like about yourself: i may be an awful person atm but at least i can understand why i am the way i am and know how to improve

37b. what’s something you don’t like about yourself: too many things. rn though i don’t like how i come off as like a 'show-off’ when i’m trying to help people cos me trying to get them to like actually understand what they’re learning always sets em off even though it’d be worse to just do things my own confusing way and leave em in the dust. i also hate how i get frustrated with them (and myself tbh) when that happens

38. want any piercings: hecc no

39. blood type: i legit have no clue

40. nicknames: lou, coco

41. relationship status: what is a relation ship

42. sign: gemini

43. pronouns: he/they i GUESS

44. fave tv show: peppa pig tbh

45. tattoos: hecc no!

46. right or left handed: BOTH

47: ever had surgery: nope 😬

48. piercings: once again HECC NO

49. sport: used to do tennis and track. now i kind of just do a lil bit of everything for fun and i love biking and running

50. vacation: yes please. i need a vacation from LIFE

51. trainers: i’ve had the same old black nikes for three years and the same flip flops for five ;( (and i also have some black converse high-tops that i never wear unless i need to look 'nice’ whoops)

— more general

52. eating: i prefer raw foods to pretty much everything so poke bowls are my jam. i’m also a vegetarian who doesn’t eat fruit because what is self-care??

53. drinking: water. it’s important to stay hydrated

54. i’m about to watch: my surroundings that aren’t my phone

55. waiting for: this tag to be over. yikes

56. want: to pass english for ONE GODDAMN MARKING PERIOD before i graduate cos i haven’t since mp1 of ninth grade during which i got a 99 (now i have a 15 look how far i’ve come!!)

57. get married: i mean…

58. career: ah yes i’ll probably have one of those

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: y'all mean in relationships? no pref. generally speaking though i almost always hate both

60. lips or eyes: no pref

61. shorter or taller: no pref…

62. older or younger: i don’t think about any of this shit i am so confused!!

63. nice arms or stomach: what constitutes an arm or stomach being nice?

64. hookup or relationships: labels ew neither is good

65. troublemaker or hesitant: somehow i’m both. like i’m loud as fuck and kind of obnoxious and audacious but i also have 9.9/10 self-control. so like i would be cool with either type of person

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: i hope not

67. drank hard liquor: hecc no

68. turned someone down: i thought i was gonna have to but that never happened WHEW

69. sex on first date: what is this “sex” you speak of? what is a “date”?

70: broken someone’s heart: i hope not! except hearts are kinda squishy so like i probably haven’t

71. had your heart broken: no although my heart rate’s so high i fear it will explode one of these days

72. been arrested: so far, no

73. cried when someone died: :((( chris cornell. i was lookin up soundgarden on google to find tour dates near where my uncle lives and then i saw it and i was like 'no. nononono. nonononononononono.’ then i let one tear escape from the ducts in my eyes before going into denial river. (aren’t i so fuckin clever 😤😤😤)

i also cried during a tribute to chester bennington at a muse concert if that counts

74. fallen for a friend: once again ew labels but y'all should know by now that i HAVE and i’m STILL falling ;(

— do you believe in

75. yourself: i have no concept of anything in existence and this tag has made me realise that. whoops

76. miracles: i could ramble about this one but i don’t have the time

77. love at first sight: dunno, but i will say that when i met my best friend i knew i was going to love him from how he acted and what his sense of humour is like. he’s so unique really like you can TELL he’s his own person and he owns it without trying to

78. santa claus: yes but only cos i’m tryin to stay off the naughty list

79. angels: what is an angels

— misc

80. eye colour: this is a subject that has been widely debated so for now i’ll just say they’re either grey or green or both

81. best friend’s name: zeke

82. favourite movie: i have no concept of having a favorite movie unless it’s based on who it’s by so i’ll say my favorite pixar movie is wall-e for the sake of having something down for this question. otherwise it’s probs either memento or the imitation game.

83. favourite actor: myself 🤔

84. favourite cartoon: oh shit that’s too hard. my favs as a young child were tom and jerry and the first season of the pokémon anime and i guess my fav one that’s more 'mature’ is bojack horseman (although i’ve only seen half the first season lol)

85. favourite teacher’s name: my favorite is either nicole, hyungmin, rebecca, eileen, hayley, matt, kevin, or robert, but like…i hate picking cos that’s just unfair. so idrk

can’t tag rn but do this if you want to i guess

#i am a relatively uninteresting person #tag

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hollywoodx4 · 7 years

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Sticking with the Schuylers (34)

(Thank you for waiting so patiently for this-I had a long week that kept trying to knock me down, but luckily I pulled through thanks to optimism and ‘Times are Hard for Dreamers’ on a constant loop. Thank the lord for Amelie).

I love John Laurens, and I love his family, and I know this fic is long but I have like 16 pages of headcanon/development so do with that what you will, I love my fic baby.

(Tagging: @ellzabethschuyler also shoutout to @oosnavi for giving me lots of really good ideas on this one and also killing me with all of the Pippa + children pictures every day.)

This is a Laurens Christmas Eve.

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There is a clear wall of sound coming from the fifth floor apartment, one they can hear from the moment they reach the stairwell. Alexander chuckles as Eliza’s grip on his hand changes. It's a slight movement, but he's attentive-he turns his head to face her while slowing their pace.

“That's us,” he gestures down the hall, to a row of identical doors. Eliza nods, eyes unchanging and feigning complete comfort. That being said she is good at this-excellent, even. If he hadn't known any better, he would have kept going along. But her breathing has slowed, visibly deep in her chest. The hand he holds in his has begun to pick up a moisture bred by nerves. He's more familiar with the disguised symptoms of anxiety. She is much better at this façade than he is.

“What's wrong?”

“This is a really big deal.”

“It is, it is and if you're uncomfortable-I didn't mean to push this. I know it's a big step and I know it's only been three months and Christmas Eve is kind of huge,”

“-Alex,”

“- but it would have just felt wrong spending it without you, and,”

“-Alexander.” Her hands find his shoulders and she takes a deep breath, a silent instruction for him to do the same. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, his closed eyes, as he comes back down from his ranting. His lips have stopped moving but his mind will not silence itself, flittering back and forth between thoughts of her backing out of this and the warm beauty of her eyes on his. Her lips turn up into a gentle smile and he's instantly relaxed, taking her in from their place at the end of the hall.

“I want to be here-so badly-I’m just a little nervous.”

There was a word she hadn't associated herself with in a while. Especially not around him. Typically, Eliza prided herself in being near professional at social interaction. It was in her blood, her upbringing. Most of her childhood had been spent entertaining crowds of politicians, spinning in brand new Mary Janes and singing sweet Ella Fitzgerald in a birdsong voice while Angelica herded Peggy away from the dessert table. It is what earned her the nicknames of Political America’s Sweetheart or The senate’s daughter. It is what made her Elizabeth Schuyler.

To say she hadn't been nervous a day in her life would be a lie; there were plenty of times-at big events, or when some small brunches-where she'd felt her heart squeeze and convulse, unable to be settled. Each of those times, it was painful. Each of those times, her hand was encased in the cold, tight hold of James Reynold’s grip. There was a suffocation, a death-sentence race of her pulse that lasted well after the event was over.

This nerve…placing a word on it, Eliza stops on butterflies. Although it's incredibly cliché, and she has to internally curse at herself for the immediate and consuming thought of the creatures floating around in her stomach. There is a striking difference, however, in the way they feel. There is no stabbing, or suffocating. The television-static fuzz that accompanies her holds a slight comfort-she knows shes supposed to be here-to be with him. And the way he holds her hands, still on his shoulders, with such a light reassurance…she can pull this type of nerve back. She can breathe with it, let it reside in the home of her body for a bit.

“We can stay here for a minute, if you need to.”

“No, it's alright. Let's go meet your family.”

The wall of sound opens up with the apartment door, and Eliza is immediately wrapped in multiple suffocating hugs. There are exclamations-in lighthearted Spanish, as she's held at arms length by a grouping of gracefully aged older women. And then there's John, who comes barreling over from the other side of the room. He has to weave his way through what seems to be wall-to-wall people, and Alexander breathes out a feigned sour expression as John moves to hug her first.

“Everyone, this is my beautiful best friend Eliza. Oh, and Alex is here too.”

Her name echoes across the room and lights up her smile-she's greeting all kinds of people; aunts, cousins, third relatives…all with a boundless poise and upbeat charisma that blows Alexander away. One of the cousins hands him a drink and before he knows it Eliza has disappeared completely, whisked into the throng of people with her own cup of liquor and arms linked with John’s all-too-eager sisters. John stays with Alexander, taking a pull from his cup before clapping a hand on his back.

“She already fits in better than you did your entire first year.”

“Shut up and get drunk, John.”

“Gladly.” His best friend smirks over the rim of his cup, freckle-dusted cheeks lifting with the expression. He implores Alexander to do the same. He shakes his head.

“Probably shouldn't drink too much-just in case, y’know?” He gestures to the space of the crowd Eliza had disappeared into, worry weaved into a laid-back voice so gently that John barely picks up on it. He rolls his eyes in response, shaking his head and taking another sip. There's a tap on Alexander’s shoulder, and when he turns around he's engulfed in a noogie-accessorized hug.

“Hey man, where's your girl?” Luis is built like a body-builder, much unlike Alexander’s scrawny legs and John’s lean figure. Standing beside the two he towers, with no resemblance between him and his younger and ‘adopted’ brother besides the bountiful crop of freckles that decorate his richly toned skin. Alexander pulls out of his hold, pressing the fabric of his casual knit sweater back into place.

“Not sure-we came in together, but Amaia and Emily stole her.”

“She’s your girl? The one from the magazines?” Alex nods, grinning, before the oldest Laurens let's out a chuckle. “Man, I would've never guessed. How did you manage that one, Hamilton?”

“Only with the charm and brains you failed to inherit, Luis.” John earns a punch in the shoulder for that one, touching the place his brother’s fist had made contact with a wince. It hadn't hurt immensely-or at all-Alex can judge by the way John’s wince barely makes his eyes shut. But he prolongs the contact, long enough for a voice to join their conversation.

“Luis Andreas what did you do to your brother? Do I need to punch you back?”

“No, Mami.”

“I don't know, it really hurts. I think he might've hit an artery or something.”

“Don't be a baby, John. Nobody likes an infant-man.” She turns her attention to Alexander, who's watching the exchange with bemused eyes. Valeria Laurens looks at him with an electric expression-slightly frantic, but always with a mother’s glowing guardianship. He relishes the way that she's begun patching the hole in his heart; the way this crazy, eclectic woman had opened her heart to him. Valeria draws him into a warm embrace, smoothing down his hair.

“And where is this girlfriend of yours? Honestly you talk so much about her to me I thought she'd be sewn to your side!”

“Oh trust me, that's not too far from the truth.” John teases Alex with an intoxication-laden flair, already tipsy. Alex and Valeria wear matching narrowed eyes.

“Knock it off, John. Alex is happy and we should all be happy for him.”

“Like I'm not? He's dating my best friend-Hell, I like her better than him most of the time!”

“I thought I was your best friend!”

“No, Eliza definitely is my best friend now. Sorry Alex, you've been replaced. Actually, I'll go find her. Hang here for a second.” John disappears into the throng of family, leaving Alexander and Valeria hanging by the front door. The moment they're alone she begins chatting-asking questions in such a rapid-fire pace that he can't answer them all in one go. Then, during a string of chatter involving school, her mouth snaps open in a wide ‘o’ shape, her eyes widening to a spot behind him.

A warm hand finds its way onto his shoulder, running down it in gentle motion as her lips meet his cheek. Valeria’s smile widens-Alex hadn't thought it possible.

“You’re Eliza-you're here-god, look at you, you're gorgeous!” She blushes at the compliment, cheeks lifting in an infectious expression as she reaches out her hand.

“It's really nice to meet you, Mrs. Laurens.”

“Oh please don’t call me that, it makes me feel like my mother.” She takes Eliza’s outstretched hand and pulls her into a hug, rubbing her back in the same tender way that she had Alex’s. “Valeria.”

“You have a wonderful home-it’s so full, and you’ve all been so nice. I really appreciate you inviting me, thank you so much.” John looks between his mother and Eliza and shakes his head-in an instant his mother has turned to putty by Eliza’s soft-spoken words. Although he knows that she’s being genuine he nudges Alex’s shoulder, laughing.

“Once again, she charms her way through a room of people in less than twenty seconds. Meanwhile, Kevin still won’t talk to me after what happened with beer pong last year.” A drop of hot sauce, a flipped table…John cringes at the memory. And apparently, Kevin still is, too. The aforementioned second-cousin has refused his company so far, straying away from each part of the room he’d been in. Instead he’d moved to the balcony, where he and Luis had gathered enough people to start some freewheeling card-game the older boys had invented when they were John’s age just to bet their extra cash. It’s stupid, and unnecessary, he thinks as he watches them from the other side of the room. But being invited to their circle wouldn’t hurt.

Valeria Laurens had been blessed with six mouths to feed; three boys and three girls. While the balance was aesthetically perfect, the hurdles continually presented themselves in the form of food fights, the three bedroom apartment feeling over-capacity, and a boy stuck between her girls who hadn’t been happy about it for a long time. John had been a trooper, for the most part. He got along well enough with the girls, who often put ribbons in his short curls and dressed him like their doll. Amaia, a year and a half older than him, was more level about these games. She did, however, egg on Emily. Sweet Emily loved her Irish twin of a brother more than anything; would follow him around, dote on him, and speak the world about him to her friends. As children, John often found her to be annoying or childish. It was, after all, what his brothers would say. But Emily was his confidant-she listened to him more than Amaia ever had time for, never teased him like Luis or Kevin would. She was his favorite sibling-still is, he considers from time to time. While the others were often busy in their own lives (even Mari, who is still in high school and with a bigger social life than all of them combined) John and Emily found favor in each other’s company. She was never too busy to talk to him. She was always there-just as she always had been.

When the door to their apartment swings open, and Emily Laurens is able to catch a glimpse of the newcomers over the tops of everyone’s heads, she’s the first to make her way to the door. There is a scowl painted on her full lips and she grabs for her older sister’s arm as she flies by her, pressing hard with the tips of her fingers to pull her along. Amaia yelps, running along and crashing into shoulders and backs as apologies fly from her mouth rapid-fire.

“What are you doing?” She hisses at her younger sister. Emily huffs, stopping in her tracks to pull her aside, hands waving wildly as she speaks.

“Did you not see who’s here?”

“Yeah, and?” She glances over at the door, where their ‘adopted’ brother and his girlfriend are being smothered with hugs. The interaction is long, and busy-but Eliza seems to handle it well, eyes moving from person to person with an unfaltering smile upon her face. Amaia feels her own lips turn up, a subconscious mirror of the expression. Emily scowls.

“Don’t you think we should go and say something to her?”

“Are you trying to steal her from Alex or something? I mean I know she’s pretty, but,”

“-no! I mean yeah she’s pretty, of course she’s pretty, but,” The younger sister’s face is immediately covered in a light scarlet blush, one that consumes her features before leaving with the shake of her head. “That’s not the point. The point is that she kind of stole Alex from John.”

“But Alex isn’t gay”

“-in a way. In a way, she replaced John. So there’s that. Also she’s dating our brother. She needs the third degree just like we gave Sarah when she started dating Luis. Or like we’ll give to any of Henry’s girlfriends if he can ever get a date.”

“Emily!”

“I’m just being honest. Anyway, we have more important things to deal with.” She grabs hold of Amaia’s hand, who hesitantly follows her to the front of the crowd. The older sister watches a switch flip in Emily, where her intimidating scowl is turned into a bright and chipper grin accompanied with raised posture.

“Eliza! It’s really nice to meet you. I’m Emily and this is Amaia, we’re two of the three sisters. Come get a drink with us, I won’t take no for an answer.” Eliza allows a sister on either side, linking their arms with hers and pulling her through the crowd. She throws a delighted expression Alexander’s way, wondering why his face has fallen into a thin line of anxiety.

They seem nice enough-Eliza is touched by the immediate sense of belonging, the connection that comes with having two sisters of her own. They pour her a drink that stings her throat on the way down but she gulps it anyway, enjoying the heat and the comradery of the other two peeking over their own cups. The kitchen has grown to a raucous level of volume; cousins lined up at the island taking shots, aunts standing over the stove with grandmothers. Eliza takes a breath-a moment to let it all sink in. This is nothing like brunch, or a gala, or the way her Christmas would be tomorrow. No, this is fun. This is family. Emily takes note of her expression, leaning against the wall with a teasing sort of smirk.

“Not your average Christmas eve, right?”

“No,” Eliza chuckles, coming out of her observation to reply. There is so much noise that she feels like she’s shouting, competing over the voices melding between Spanish and English around her. “It’s a lot better. Trust me.”

“So, how long have you and Alex been together?”

“Three months last week.”

“Really? So, not long at all then.” Amaia glares at Emily’s comment, looking between the half-smirk painted on her younger sister’s full lips and the scarlet that flushes the delicate color from Eliza’s cheeks.

“No, I guess not…it feels longer, though.”

“And what about John? Did you know about his situation before or after Alex chose you?”

“Emily!” Hands on her hips, the older Laurens shoots a tight-lipped scowl toward Emily who, just a year or so older than Eliza, stands significantly taller. Her volleyball-player stature and high ponytail are just accessories to winged eyeliner and a full-lipped smirk. Amaia, more composed in nature, smacks her younger sister’s arm.

Eliza stares between the two for a moment, taken back by the blunt nature of Emily’s comment. She takes it in stride, however. Having two sisters helps-Angelica had acted the same way toward Alex for the first few weeks of their relationship-although a bit more filtered, and less harsh-natured. There is a similarity there, in the way that Emily scowls in defense of her brother, which actually warms Eliza to the situation. And in her soft-spoken nature she simply smiles back at the middle Laurens sister, shaking her head.

“John didn’t tell me until a few weeks ago-I would have never known, and I felt terrible about it. But we had a long talk and I think that helped both of us. I wouldn’t intentionally hurt John, especially if he had been my friend before Alexander and I started dating.”

Both sisters seem appeased by her answer, although Amaia’s matured grin and touch of a hand to Eliza’s shoulder is much more comforting than the slow-to-warm shrug of her younger sister. Eliza accepts it, however, thankful that her words hadn’t tripped out from underneath her. Soon, both sisters are pulled away into the crowd, and Eliza is left standing in the kitchen, nursing the burning drink and watching the clamor around her.

Alexander has thrown himself into the chaos.

He and John find themselves in the middle of the living room, packed between a group of cousins who have turned on an upbeat rhythm laden with layers of acoustic guitars and bright-toned trumpets. John is a much better dancer than him-his hips move with the practice of both genetics and natural talent, and he spins a lithe preteen cousin around, her hip-length hair whipping along with her. Alex sways alone, practiced albeit a bit awkward-the continual sips of his drink have helped loosen him up, yet not enough to bring him to John’s gusto. But there’s music, and family, and so he bounces along to the beat in the throng of people.

Soon the living area is cramped with people-family, friends, and even a few of those who’d had nowhere else to go for the night. Valeria Laurens is in her glory amongst them, in the middle of a more complex set of moves as she’s spun around by her husband. They relish in the chaos of it all-the music, the laughter. Each year, their growing family adds a new layer of brightness to the holiday. Each year, hosting this party becomes more of a reward than anything else. And then, there’s the newest member of their family. Valeria watches as Eliza holds pudgy toddler hands in her own, bending down to shake a second cousin’s youngest daughter in her own version of a salsa. Then, there are two of them in a circle-three, four, until a gaggle of the younger children have gathered around her. She takes the commotion-twelve clamoring children reaching out for her hand, arguing over who gets to be closer-in stride. Then, they end up in a conga line down the split of cheering relatives, who look on, bemused, at how easily the newcomer has fit herself in.

Eliza is so enthralled with the entertainment of the children that she doesn’t even notice Alexander until he’s pulled her waist, tearing her away from the children who now run freely among the crowd, spinning in colorful Christmas dresses and spiked-up hair.

“Is it my turn?” One hand finds her back and the other Eliza’s hand, and before she can nod he’s started leading her, in a combination of movement that causes an eruption of laughter as she attempts to keep up with him.

“I thought you said you were a dancer,” he teases as she trips over his foot again. Her movements are trying and a bit stiff, stumbling over her own feet as he leads her.

“Ballet, jazz...not this.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to teach you.” Alexander’s hold adjusts from her back to her hip, holding her visibly closer than the dance suggests. Through her laughter she follows him, loosening up as he mutters terrible jokes in her ear.

“You’re pretty good at this.

“Pretty good?” He brushes his lips against hers. “I’d like to think I’m better than pretty good.”

Eliza can’t tell if it’s the drink she’s been given or the way he holds her, but the air of Alexander’s confidence makes her heart race, the composition of her body growing warmer in anticipation of another brush of his lips against her-along any part of her. He just barely composes himself, taking in the compliment of the change in her eyes, knowing full-well that his awkward, fumbling dancing is still somehow managing to turn her on.

Through the motion of pulling Eliza even closer Alexander feels a tugging on the leg of his pants, looking down to find a set of wide, shining eyes staring up at him. The two year-old girl, with hair in bobbed ringlet curls, raises her hands to him with a dimpled smile. He takes in a long breath of air as Eliza backs up, just enough to give the girl room to stand between them, covering the blush that’s crept along her cheeks with a warmhearted smile. Alex pulls the girl up, resting her on his side and letting her join in the dancing as well. He holds one of her tiny hands in his, the other wrapped tight around his neck, and spins her. He laughs at the way she giggles, boisterous and light, as she reaches for Eliza. His girlfriend dips her, a hand holding her back while she shouts in delight. The girl is torn, hands outstretched between the two, shouting playfully for more. It has Alex nearly doubled over in laughter, the way she jumps between their arms, until finally she settles with him, her hands holding Eliza’s.

She would be stupid not to notice how easy it all seemed-the way Alexander’s smile reached his eyes, which remain settled on the girl between them. And she fit so nicely there, giggling and chattering over the hum of the music. It only intensified things, this sight-especially since she hadn’t yet seen Alexander with children before.

There had been plenty of times that Eliza had been witness to James with children. Although his Thanksgiving had been nothing like this Christmas Eve, there had been plenty of kids. And she’d played with them, rallying them in a game on the carpet in a separate room while the adults conversed. He’d only come in once, to bring her around on his arm after shooing the children away. He spoke to them in the same tone as to the adults-nothing spectacular. He’d even gotten harsh with a distant cousin who’d wanted to chat. His cold tones and disinterested mannerisms had made her feel downcast, disheartened. At the time, before she realized just how he was treating her, she’d lingered on the moment with careful consideration. He clearly had no interest in children-the reality surged within her the fact that no children would be a deal-breaker.

At least Alexander seemed to take interest in them. To this girl he was tender, and sweet, letting her pudgy hands ‘braid’ his hair after she’d let go of Eliza. And he spoke to her with a tone that was lighter than his own, changed to match her persistent questioning without skipping a beat. And he even seemed to enjoy her company, too, even though it had taken away from their private moment. These thoughts became observations Eliza tucked into a piece of her mind, a recording she would play over and over if allowed. It’s transfixing, so much so that it takes her more than a few minutes to realize that John is by her side, lingering with a hand on her shoulder.

“You know, I’m learning a lot about you tonight, E.” Eliza doesn’t take her eyes from Alexander and the child, too enraptured by the interaction to care. All she can muster is a hum in response, one that barely reaches an audible level of voice. “But the best thing I’ve learned is how terrible you are at hiding things.”

“Oh,” She still hasn’t looked away, her cheeks lifting in response to the girl, who has now placed both hands on her boyfriend’s cheeks, squishing his lips into a fish face that sends them both into a fit of laughter.

“As in your clearly estrogen-filled response to this scene, or better yet that giant red welt on your collarbone.”

Her hand shoots to the spot, horror taking over the bliss that had once consumed her. John laughs, smirking as she leads him from the crowd of the makeshift dance floor.

“Is it really that noticeable? I tried to tell him not to, but it was too late, and then it just happened and I don’t want your family to think anything of me because of it, and,”

“Relax, E, it’s fine. It’s not even that bad. We’re all so drunk at this point I’m sure nobody has even noticed.”

She sits between Alexander and Amaia at dinner, in the middle of a long row of mismatched, pushed-together tables and folding chairs. There are almost too many people to fit- one end pushed up against the wall and the other too close to the stove. But it is cozy-and loud-and Eliza enjoys the comfort of being surrounded by so many people. The chatter is sincere-not just an exchange of pleasantries but of inside jokes and the trade of old family stories. There is so much going on that she can’t decide which piece to hold on to until Amaia begins weaving a tale from her cardiology residency that has her-and most of their part of the table-on the edge of their seats. Alex holds her hand between their chairs, a muted show of affection that warms her nearly as much as the second-or was it third-drink.

A shout breaks through the chatter and the room falls silent to an older man-that’s Abuelito-who stands at the head of the table with an expression that envelops the room in a sense of togetherness. It seems as though everybody is related to this man, who leads a dynamic prayer that hinges each member of the family to his words. Then he’s going around the table, stopping in front of each person with one hand on their shoulder and the other clasping his drink.

“And here’s Luis-never the bright one, let’s all share in a prayer that he and Sarah’s first child doesn’t get his brains. Or his…eh…beauty.” The crowd is alight in a raucous laughter, some clapping Luis on the back while other eyes dart in half-apologetic smiles to a round-bellied blonde. At first Eliza is horrified-why would he have prolonged his time entertaining the party just to insult his grandson? But soon, she realizes this is part of the tradition. John nudges her from across the table with the backside of his fork, grinning wildly as Abuelito stops in front of Amaia.

“Oh, Amaia. How you chose to work with hearts is beyond me-how can you know so much about them if yours is so cold?” The oldest Laurens daughter turns to Eliza, rolling her eyes good-naturedly before tossing her napkin behind her, hitting Abuelito in his square-rimmed glasses. He knocks her in the back of the head-gently, Eliza notes-before sliding over behind Alex, both arms on his shoulders.

“And there’s Alex, who god brought to us even though I said Valeria couldn’t possibly feed anyone else. But he did bring our family an ear-full and a wonderful girl. Alex, I would ask you to keep her around but we can all see that love bite so I’m not too worried.”

Eliza has never felt so much heat rush to her cheeks in such a rapid manner. There is no point now in covering up the painfully obvious, pointed-out mark on her body so she merely shrugs, tossing her silky hair over her shoulder. Amaia rubs a circle on her back, whispering a string of words that widen Eliza’s smile even more.

She sits back, then, watching the jovial interaction between the large group of people with a bubbling laughter that feels natural rolling from her stomach. There is something so different about these people-his family, with their raucous noise level, salsa dancing, and long mismatched tables. They speak in rapid voices, joke freely, and keep the drinks going throughout the night in a continuous party. And when she and Alex return to the dance floor, Amaia’s words linger in her mind, repeating themselves over and over as if she’s too grateful to believe them.

“Now that you’ve been blessed, welcome to the family.”

#mine: swts #hamliza #I'm pretty bad at tagging a lot of the time #whoops #I'm also a tag talker #it's fine #also these chapters are long #and this fic is long #but I'm glad there's still people giving it a chance #and putting up with me #thanks everyone

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Make it all better.

Baron Corbin/OC- Reader and Baron get into an argument that leads to Baron showing her how much he was sorry.

Warnings: Arguing(like a little bit, does this need to be a warning,), smut, hair pulling, like a spank.

Shoutout to that anon who requested this. I just recently started to get into Baron so I hope this was everything you’ve ever wanted. Sorry that it was kind of short. Also shoutout to the people who want to get tagged in this stuff @the-geekgoddes @vebner37

I used to love when Baron came home. We would spend majority of the time together and never worry about anything. He always treated me like I was the greatest thing to ever happen to him, but recently everything has kind of changed.

Now when he comes home we spend maybe a day out of a week or two together. The guys are always around either hanging out at our place or him at theirs. If he isn’t doing that than he is working on his motorcycle. When he is home he never helps me out with anything like taking out the trash or laundry and it was starting to upset me.

1 week later----

“Hey babe can you make sure you take out the trash before I get back?” I yelled over him and the guys watching T.V.

“Uh yeah I got you.” Baron didn’t even look at me.

I walked out of our place and got into my car trying not to have a breakdown. I didn’t understand why everything had to be a problem with him. I got to the grocery store and went inside. I was half way done when I got a text from Baron.

3:21 “Wait what did I need to do? I forgot.”

I looked up at the ceiling for a second and groaned. I replied and went on with shopping.

3:21 “Just need you to take out the trash please.”

I didn’t hear back from him so I assumed everything was fine. I finished my shopping list and went home.

When I arrived I didn’t see Baron’s motorcycle there.”Please Please Please just of taken out the trash.” I opened the door with my arms full of groceries and groaned. The trash was still sitting there. I put the groceries on the counter and picked up my phone to call Baron.

“Hello.” I barely heard him over the music in the background.

“Baron seriously! I asked you to do one thing and you couldn’t even accomplish that. You are barely here and I would love if you could just help me out every once in a while.” Tears started to run down my cheek as I tried to keep my composure. “You barely hang out with me and I’m kind of thinking that maybe its because you don’t want to.” I said the last part quietly as the thought dawned on me.

“WHAT! No babe I love you I could never. I just forgot-”

“YOU TEXTED ME ASKING ME WHAT IT WAS YOU NEEDED TO DO. Just don’t. I’ll just see you when you get home, if you come home.” I hung up the phone before I could hear anymore excuses.

I put the groceries up and went to our bedroom. I laid down on the bed and took a shaky breath. I loved Baron so much but I feel like its only me with those feelings. Maybe he didn’t need me anymore. I moved further up the bed and laid on his side. I laid there for a few minutes before I felt like I was being suffocated by his scent. I rolled over to my side and slowly my eyes started to shut.

I woke up about an hour later to Baron rubbing my back gently. I huffed and wiggled further away from him.

“Y/N I’m really sorry. I know I screw up sometimes and sometimes I act like a dick, but I promise I love you with all my heart and that could never change. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would do without you.” I felt Baron grab at my waist and pull me closer to him.

“God that was cliche. Which movie did you steal that from? If you wanted to be anymore original you could of quoted the Notebook.” I sarcastically replied while I rolled over to face him.

Baron laid down by side me and pulled me into his chest. “I’m going to work on this more okay. I’m going to tell the boys that I need my lady more than them sometimes and I’m going to take out all the trash always.”

I smiled up at him,” Well I’m taking you up on that promise. So next week when you aren’t here, you better find a way to get here to take it out.” Baron laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“I missed you babe.” Baron placed his hand on my lower back.

“Oh yeah. Why don’t you show me?” I pushed my hands under his shirt and scratched up his abs.

Baron groaned and pushed me over onto my back. “I would love to.” He got up on his knees and pulled my shirt over my head. He kissed me hungrily. His tongue sliding against mine.

I groaned and started to push my pants down. Baron caught my hands between his, “Let me do that.” Baron kissed down my neck, nipping at the skin there. He reached behind me to undo my bra and immediately started to pinch my nipple.

I gasped at the sudden harsh movement, ”More baby please.” Baron bent down and started to flick his tongue over my nipple causing me to arch my back. I felt myself getting wetter and started to rub my thighs together to get some sort of relief.

Baron saw my movement and pushed my thighs open, “Stay still.” He switched to my other breast and gently bit on it, enough to cause a small hickey. “Mine. Understand?”

I moaned at his words and nodded, “Will you touch me?” Baron smiled and moved further down the bed. He crawled between my legs and pulled my pants off. He played with the top of my panties and then dragged his finger down to my clothed clit.

“You’re so wet. Did you miss me?” He started to rub circles on my clit while I grind my hips up trying to speed him up. Baron pulled my underwear down my legs. He traced his fingers back up my legs starting at my ankles. I let out a small giggle when he got to my thighs.

“M’sorry just a little ticklish you know.” Baron spread my legs and smiled at me.

“Well than I’m sure my beard will have you squirming.” It took all but a second for me to register what he meant, but the moment I felt him slowly lick my slit I understood.

“Fuck Baron. God don’t stop.” He sped up his actions. When he got to my clit he sucked on it hard and than flicked his tongue back and forth on it quickly. My thighs felt like they were on fire from his beard rubbing them. I knew that tomorrow I would be redder than a brick. My thighs squeezed his head as I was about to go over the edge. “Baby, Baby oh go- Fu- Fu- Fuck. About to.” Baron slipped two fingers into me and my orgasm washed over my whole body. He continued to drive his fingers into me as I rode out my orgasm. I pushed at his shoulder and he sat up.

“Does my baby feel any better?” He said in between sliding his jeans off.

“Much better but I think you could make it a little better.” I said as I slid my hands down my body to my clit. Baron moaned and flipped me to my stomach. I huffed out a breath and pushed my ass up a little.

“Don’t be a tease.” Baron said as he delivered a slap to my ass. I hissed at the contact and Baron ran his hands up my back. He used one hand to direct his dick to my core. He slipped in just his tip causing me to moan,”See, I can be a tease to.”

I smiled to myself and pushed my hips back at him causing him to slide completely in me. We both moaned at the same time and Baron started thrusting at a brutal pace. He pulled my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulled me up to make my back flushed against his chest. “Missed you so-o much baby. Wanted to do this for such a long time.” Baron moaned and bit my neck.

His other hand slid down my stomach to my clit. He started to rub slow circles making me whine, “Baron, babe oh speed up, harder please.” Baron lowered me to my elbows and gripped onto my hips. He pulled almost completely out and slam back into me. Every other thrust it felt like the air getting knocked out of me.

I brought my fingers to my clit and rubbed fast. My eyes rolled back as the pleasure of my orgasm started to build up. “I’m going to cum. Cum with me ple-ease.”

Baron grunted and started to slow down his thrust giving me a heads up that he was right there with me. He slapped my ass hard and my orgasm finally peaked. My toes curled and legs started to shake at the power of it. “Ba- Ba-beeee.”

Baron moaned at my walls clenching around him, “Baby feel so good. Going-” He groaned out my name as he came.

My arms finally gave out leaving me to land on my stomach. Baron laughed and got up off the bed. As I laid there I heard the shower start up. Baron came up to the bed, “Ready for a shower babe?” I groaned at the thought of getting up but squealed when Baron picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Missed you.” I mumbled into his shoulder as he started to walk us to the shower.

“I missed you more. But do I really have to take out the trash?” I rolled my eyes at his question

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