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dumbseee · 5 hours
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bragging.
when jude is dating his celebrity crush and he can’t stop bragging about it.
jude bellingham x famous!reader.
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"nah but look at her, isn’t she so beautiful?" he rhetorically asked vini, who was sitting next to him. the brazilian looked at him, stunned, before looking at aurelien who was laughing his ass off with camavinga at his side. "is this guy for real?" vini was so tired of his friend shoving his phone down his nose to show him your latest achievement. jude looked up from his phone, pouting. "what? am i not allowed to brag about my amazing girlfriend?" he sank deeper into his seat and smiled softly when he saw your notification, you had just posted a new story.
"the thing is, you always do this. 'guys! look at y/n’s new post, look at her new commercial, look at her new movie poster.'" camavinga mimicked jude, resulting in the british to throw a pillow at him. "i don’t speak like that!" he said, frowning. "let the boy be in love, guys." tony kroos entered the hotel room the four friends were staying in. "if y/n l/n was my girlfriend i’d act the same way." he added, smiling at jude. "right? she’s so perfect." he mumbled to himself, still smiling at his phone like a fool. "i think we should get him checked into a hospital asap." vini told aurelien.
and it was true, jude was your biggest fan out of them all. he was already a fan before even meeting you, to him you were always amazing and so talented. the story of how you met was actually funny but embarrassing if you asked jude. during one of his drunken nights with his boys, jude, who was absolutely wasted, was scrolling through your instagram feed, feeling sad that he couldn’t be by your side and be your boyfriend. he was convinced you’d never be attracted to him. so he dmed you, completely drunk but he didn’t care, the message itself said: 'why are you so beautifl? pls be my gf'. when he woke up in the morning, a headache killing him, he almost had a stroke when he saw that he received a dm from you. well, he dmed you first and you answered but jude didn’t know it yet. imagine the horror on his face when he read his message and when he read yours.
'then let’s fix that, pretty boy ;)'
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kennahjune · 2 months
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Jealous?
Thanks so much to the amazing @rogueddie for letting me write this!!!! Hope it lives to standards :)
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Eddie had a problem.
A Steve Harrington sized problem.
Said problem was standing behind the counter at Family Video while the woman in front of him blatantly flirted with him.
It wasn’t the woman Eddie was worried about— she had at least five years of age on Steve, so maybe there was cause for concern— but Steve wasn’t paying her the time of day.
Instead, he was glancing over the woman’s shoulder at Eddie, who lurked in the aisles, and kept making faces and blabbling his mouth mockingly whenever she wasn’t paying attention.
Eddie was desperately holding back snickers and snorts. He couldn’t help but let a giggle escape when Steve moved his hand in a “blabbing” motion when she said something about her ex-husband (HUSBAND) again. The woman whipped around and glared at Eddie. Eddie gave her a finger waggle wave he realized belatedly was the same one Steve does.
Steve himself was almost beet red in the face with his effort to hold in his laugh. Eddie was amazed at how long he’d lasted.
The moment the door closed behind her Steve put his face in his arms on the counter and full on cackled. Eddie was quick to join.
They were still laughing when Robin came back from the bathroom.
“Is she gone?” she asked, looking oddly between the two of them.
Steve nodded, not having enough breath to get words out. Robin sighed a dramatic breath of relief.
“Oh thank God. Cause she looked one second away from bringing up some stupid shit like her failed marriage—“
That sent Steve and Eddie into another spiral of laughs.
“There’s no way she actually did.” Robin deadpanned.
Eddie nodded vigorously. “She fucking did!”
“Four times! As if bringing up how she was newly-single would make me want her. Did she look in a mirror before leaving? She’s closer to my dads age.”
Eddie snorted, trying to get his laughter under control enough to say “Even man-whore Richard Harrington wouldn’t go within a 20 foot radius of her.”
Steve didn’t waste a second before racking on: “Doesn’t need to get too close with how far back that hairline stretches.”
Robin and Eddie laughed themselves to tears.
And that was how it went.
A woman would come into the video store, shoot their shot with Steve, and Steve would laugh about it with Robin and Eddie later.
And it was fun. Eddie found it fun. Cause he knew Steve would always shoot the girls down, however nice or rudely he has to be about it.
Until—
Until.
It was a Friday, and as per usual on Fridays, Eddie was at Steve’s. Of course, it wasn’t just him— Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle were there as well.
They’d been hanging out whenever they all could before Nancy and Jonathan went to college and Argyle back to Cali. Hence the Friday night hang outs.
Tonight was no different, except for one thing.
“So explain to me once again why we have to drive all the way out to Indy for this?” Jonathan complained.
Nancy sighed and leant into him. “Cause there aren’t any good bars in Hawkins. And everywhere in Hawkins knows that almost none of us are of legal age.”
Jonathan grumbled but conceded, Wheeler had a point.
“Besides,” added Robin. “It’d be nice to finally get the hell out and see some new people.”
“Amen.” Agreed Eddie and Argyle at the same time. They both chuckled.
“Yeah well, I’d like to go soon before my social battery drains itself dead.” Remarked Jonathan, throwing an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.
“We’d have left already if SOMEBODY DIDN’T HAVE TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR PRIMPING HIMSELF!” Yelled Robin towards the stairs.
Steve had been MIA since Eddie got there at least 20 minutes ago. According to Robin he was still getting ready.
“PUT A LID ON IT BIRD-FOR-BRAINS, IM COMING!” Was the reply she got from the top of the stairs, where Steve was now coming from.
Nancy and Argyle snorted at the insult, but Eddie’s mind was rather taken up by the cut-off jean shorts Steve wore that showed more of his thighs than Eddie thought necessary for anyone’s functioning brain. He was also wearing what looked like the softest sweater he owned; a dark purple one that seriously brought out the green in his eyes.
Nancy whistled, Robin clapped. Argyle grinned at Steve and said
“Hey man! That’s the sweater I got you!”
Steve grinned right back and nodded. “Uh huh! Dude it’s like— SO fucking comfy you don’t even understand.”
The sweater was a little big on Steve, hanging over his thumbs a bit in the sleeves and landing just below the waistline of his shorts. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on the many moles on his thighs that were on display, the fact that Argyle had gotten Steve a sweater may have rubbed him the wrong way.
As it stood, Steve looked good.
He looked stunning, actually, in his glasses and his hair slightly ruffled in a delicate manner and his eyes wide and bright and—
“Eddie!”
He blinked and Steve was standing in front of him, no one else in the room.
“Huh?”
Steve grinned giddily and laughed at him. “C’mon dude, you’re my ride up, remember?”
Oh yeah. They’d split everyone between his and Argyles vans.
“Isn’t Buckley with us?” Eddie asked as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
“Yeah, but I think she’s sticking with Jon and them on the way up.”
Eddie nodded and averted his gaze once more. There was a reason he’d skipped gym and avoided the mall.
That reason was glaring at him with all of its dotted moles and freckles and faint scars.
Jesus Christ he needed a cigarette.
The ride up was uneventful, peaceful even. Eddie let Steve have control over the radio, something Steve thought was normal but was downright foreign to anyone else. Eddie usually fought tooth and nail for control over the music but the sight of Steve singing and drumming his legs (holy shit his thighs jiggled—) and jamming out with a bright smile to whatever Tears for Fears or ABBA song he put on was worth it.
He followed behind Argyle and reluctantly sang under his breath with Steve to Head Over Heels.
The club they ended up going to was a little deeper into the city than they’d initially thought, and was slightly crowded when they got in.
Eddie was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and booze but not in an entirely bad way. In a way that told him that people here had fun.
It was bright and loud and the air tasted like fries (though Eddie might just be hungry). They took an empty table booth in a corner in the back.
After dropping their jackets off and everyone picking a seat, Steve got up to get everyone drinks.
“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked worriedly. It was Steve’s first time in Indy in a while and his first time out of Hawkins since the fall of Vecna. Sue Eddie for being cautious.
But Steve smiled sweetly at him and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, Eds. Be right back.” He knocked his knuckles on Eddie’s head affectionately and walked off. Eddie may have spent a second ogling before snapping his gaze to the table.
“So?”
Eddie looked at Nancy with a raised eyebrow. She raised one right back.
“Soooo…?”
She sighed. “Oh you’re hopeless.”
Jonathan snickered.
“Wha—“
“Are you gonna make a move tonight?” Argyle elaborated.
Eddie shot up real fast. “Make a move? On who, Steve?”
“Yea, on Steve, doofus!” Robin reprimanded.
“There’s no board to make a move on.” Eddie pushed stubbornly. Because it was true. There was nothing there.
Robin groaned and dropped her head to the table.
“Dude, relax your knee. It’s shaking the whole table.” Jonathan tapped Eddie’s leg under the booth.
“Sorry, sorry. He’s been gone a while, right?” Eddie craned his head to look around the bodies of people dancing.
Robin huffed. “Yeah, kinda. But there are six of us, maybe he’s having trouble carrying all the drinks.”
Nancy suddenly kicked his leg under the table, a lot harder than her boyfriend had earlier. Eddie winced.
“Go help him.” Nancy all but demanded.
Eddie was up and away in a second, happy to have an excuse. He faintly heard Nancy and Robin high five behind him.
He weaved through the dancing crowd, bodies jostling him and pushing him forward until he got to the bar and finally spotted Steve and—
And?
Something bubbled low in Eddie’s gut at the man standing in front of Steve. He was taller than both Steve and Eddie, well-built and had a bit of a beard going. He was leaning on the bar next to Steve, sort of caging him in. The scene made Eddie mad for reasons he didn’t give himself time to think about before he inserting himself.
“Steve!”
Both Steve and the asshole’s heads turned to Eddie. Steve’s eyes lit up in recognition and relief while the man’s narrowed in anger at being interrupted.
“You know him, doll?”
Eddie wanted to make the man spit his own teeth out. Nobody else got to call Steve pet names. Just Eddie. It was an Eddie Thing, not an Everybody Thing. Fuck this guy.
“Yeah—“ Steve started.
“Yeah, he does. And yet I don’t think he knows you.”
Eddie stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, glaring daggers at the douche.
The man scoffed and huffed, walking away and muttering under his breath. Eddie scowled until he could see the guy and his stupid beard. He finally turned to Steve.
Who was absolutely red in the face.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asked worriedly. “He wasn’t bothering you right? He seemed like a dick, looked like one even before I got up close.”
Steve stared at Eddie wide-eyed with his pretty lips parted. He blinked and spluttered a response.
“U—um, yeah! Yeah, no, I’m— I’m good. I’m alright. I’m great! Yep, great! Uh—“
“Are you sure?” Eddie was concerned, never having heard Steve stumble over a simple sentence so much.
Steve nodded vigorously before turning to the bar snappily. Eddie could still see the red painting his ears.
“Yep! Perfect! Could you help with the drinks? I don’t think I can carry them all, thanks!” And he was off back to the table.
Eddie stared after him for a moment before slowly grabbing the other three drinks and following back through the sea of bodies.
Steve was sat by the time Eddie got back to the booth, whispering heatedly with Robin, Eddie only managing to hear Steve hiss to her “that wouldn’t work!” before noticing his presence and shutting up all together.
Eddie raised an eyebrow but let it slide while he gave Nancy and Jon their drinks. He slid into the booth next to Steve who sat between him and Robin and across from Jonathan.
For the next 10 minutes, they all talked. They talked and laughed and joked and drank. But Steve seemed more in his head than usual.
Eddie was just working up the courage to ask him what was wrong when a guy came up to their table, eyeing Steve. Eddie immediately tensed.
“Hi.”
All six heads turned to the dude who just showed up. But that didn’t deter him much.
“I was just wondering if pretty boy here wanted to dance?” He smirked at Steve, who Eddie felt tense up beside him.
“Um—“ Steve’s voice was kind of shaky, barely. But it was enough (mixed with the anger already brewing in his gut at the NERVE of this guy) for Eddie to finally step in.
“He’s alright.”
Six heads suddenly turned on him.
“Excuse me?” The asshole asked.
“You’re excused.” Eddie waved his hand in a shooing motion.
“Well I hadn’t exactly—“
“And I hadn’t exactly /asked/, now have I? Goodbye.” Eddie didn’t even bother offering a smile to hide the aggression in his tone. His message was clear: Get Lost.
The douche walked away grumbling and conversation soon resumed at the table.
“What was that!?” Jonathan asked incredulously.
Nancy and Argyle were both openly staring at Eddie in bewilderment.
Eddie shifted, but was more focused on the fact that Steve seemed to relax again.
“The dude was being an asshole. Just told him to get lost, not a big deal.”
“He was just asking Steve to dance? I don’t see the problem there.” Robin cut in.
It gave Eddie pause for thinking. She was right; there really was no problem there, so why had he been so upset about the dude asking Steve to dance. God just the thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“It’s fine, Rob. I was just gonna tell him no anyway.”
Eddie looked at Steve then, who was a whole new shade of red.
“Are you alright? You’re all red again.” Eddie worried. Jonathan snorted into his drink and then winced when Steve kicked him under the table. Steve looked at Eddie.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed in the tight space I think. You wanna— uh— you wanna go dance?”
Eddie didn’t waste a second with his answer. “Sure.”
Eddie watched Steve and Robin have a silent conversation with their eyes and expressions before Robin grinned in victory and waved at them eagerly.
“Buh-bye! Have fun!” She sing-songed. Steve shot her a glare.
Eddie led Steve to the dance floor somewhere towards the edge of the crowd where there was less people. They really just stood there talking and sipping on their drinks while everyone around them danced.
“Hey, uh— thanks for telling him to back off. I’ve, I’ve never actually… been flirted with? By a guy, I mean— this is like— a brand new thing. But he and the other dude seemed just really creepy so— uh, thanks.” Steve stumbled through.
Eddie stared at his wide, earnest eyes and wondered how no guy had ever flirted with Steve before tonight. Even if the idea of it ever happening made him want to hurt somebody.
(Even though Eddie knows that guys have flirted with Steve before. Knows that he didn’t just make up those looks Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove gave him.)
So Eddie smiled and shook his head. “You’re all good, sweetheart. Just don’t want you running into the wrong guys.”
That pretty blush was back again, making Steve look even more breathtaking under the florescent lights and making his smile twice as bright.
Then they were rudely interrupted.
“Hey, babyboy.” Came an obnoxious call from behind Eddie. The guy was, again, taller that Steve, but this time he was barely taller than Eddie (a/n lemme live in slightly shorter Steve fantasy ok—). Eddie immediately hated him and his entire existence. Who just called people that? Babyboy? Was he serious or delusional?
Eddie watched Steve’s shoulders tense awkwardly while the guy spoke. His anger only grew and grew.
“Alright that’s enough dude, he’s not interested.”
The guy didn’t say anything to Eddie but kept talking to Steve which only served to irk Eddie further.
“I said he’s not interested ass face.” Eddie grabbed the guy’s shoulder. He finally looked at Eddie, seeming bored.
“He hasn’t said anything? Why not let the babydoll decide, huh?” He smirked at Steve. Eddie wanted to puke and scream at the same time. He felt like he was chewing on nails listening to this guy. Babydoll? First babyboy and now BABYDOLL??? Who the fuck was this dude? And more importantly would the possible assault charges be worth it?
“Um— yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not really interested in looking for anybody tonight.” Steve confirmed.
“Oh c’mon, doll face, don’t be like that.”
Oh the assault charges would so be worth it.
“He just said he wasn’t interested so fuck off.” Eddie shoved his shoulder. The dude finally turned to look at Eddie, leveling him with a glare that Eddie happily returned tenfold. If looks could kill the guy would have been fucking obliterated on sight.
“If he wasn’t interested then why’s he dressed like that, huh?”
Jail was looking mighty fine to Eddie.
“I’m right fucking here, asshat.” Steve spoke up. “And Im dressed like this because I look good and I know it. Not for fucks like you who have to beg for scraps to get by. I said I wasn’t interested and you’re just causing more of a headache if anything.”
Eddie grinned at Steve. It was so hot when he got all bitchy.
The asshole scoffed. “Oh so baby’s got a mouth on him.”
Eddie finally snapped, those assault charges no where in mind when he punched the guy in the face.
“Eddie!” Steve yelled, absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden violence.
The guy left after that with a threat of harassment charges. Steve took Eddie outside to the alleyway on the side of the club to get away from the crowd and to better examine his freshly bruised knuckles.
“You didn’t have to punch him.”
“He fucking had it coming.” Eddie spat through clenched teeth. He was still seething. And Steve was prodding at the bruises but that was neither here nor there.
Steve looked at Eddie, still holding his bruised hand. His eyes were wide as always and his cheeks flushed once more. His eyes seemed to search Eddie for something.
“Was it cause he was an ass?”
Eddie scoffed. “Of course! He was an ass and made you uncomfortable and—“
And I wanted to be the one to call you baby.
“And?” Steve prompted.
“And… and I hated how he talked to you.”
Steve looked down at Eddie hand, the blush rising to ears again. Eddie hooked a finger under Steve’s chin with the hand that wasn’t bruised and being held.
“Hey, you alright? You’re getting all quiet again.”
Steve’s eyes flitted back and forth between Eddie’s own before he sighed.
“Eddie.. I can’t— I don’t understand.”
Eddie pouted, confused. “Don’t understand what? There’s not much to it, honey.”
Steve cheeks pinkened again with the endearment. “Not— not that. I get that he was a dick— a massive dick attitude to make up for what he was surely lacking—“
That startled a laugh out of Eddie.
“—but I guess I don’t understand the other times? You were never like this before when anyone else flirted, so what changed tonight?”
And wasn’t that a thought.
What changed?
Well for starters, he wanted to kiss Steve. He wanted to kiss Steve senseless, shove him up against a wall and stick his tongue down his throat until he was breathless an begging for it.
So that’s changed.
But he also wanted to hug Steve and hold him right and call him things like Sweetheart and Honey and Love and Baby (which he already does anyway for the most part). He wanted to take Steve places and show him things. Wanted to give Steve every pretty rock he found and show him every cool leaf he saw.
What changed was that he wanted Steve in every which way Steve would let him have him.
But of course, Eddie didn’t express these aloud.
“Eddie…” Steve stared wide-eyed with his mouth opened in shock, his face a violent shade of red.
Or maybe he did express them aloud.
He’d drank more than he thought.
And then Steve was kissing him. Steve was pulling him in by the hand he was holding and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Eddie would never forget, not matter how much he’d drank that night.
They let go of each others hands, Eddie immediately grabbing Steve’s waist and Steve tangling his hands in Eddie hair.
By the time they’d pulled away to breathe Eddie bad fulfilled his wish of shoving Steve against a wall and sticking his tongue down his throat.
“So you were jealous?” Steve teased, playing with Eddie hair where his arms were still wrapped around his neck.
Eddie grumbled under his breath and kissed Steve to shut him up. Steve hummed and smiled into the kiss.
“Kissing me into going to make me drop it, Munson. You were totally jealous of those guys in there.”
Eddie huffed and stooped lower to kiss at Steve neck, gaining an immediate reaction with Steve’s stuttered breath and sudden silence. Eddie chuckled.
“Oh? I thought kissing you wasn’t going to make you drop it.”
Steve hit his shoulder weakly. “Shut it, asshole— mm!” Eddie bit down lightly on the side of his neck.
Then the door to the alley was opening and Robin was telling them to get their horny asses home before thy got arrested for public indecency.
So they agreed to pick up at home. And the whole ride there was filled with relentless teasing about Eddie’s apparent jealousy towards any guy who so much as looked at Steve oddly.
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It’s rushed I know but it’s like 2am on a school night 😭 and I’m not upset with the results. Could it be better? Yeah. Could it be worse? Absolutely. It’s not my finest work but oh well 🤷
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king-luigi-the-first · 6 months
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Mario and Bowser standing next to one another. making small talk while trying to find away to save Princess Peach and Luigi
Bowser: I miss my wife, Mario.
Mario: Who the Heck Married you!?!
Bowser smirking : Your brother.
Mario leering at Bowser: I don't and Won't Believe this.
Bowser:*Laughs*
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year
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Are you dating Eddie Munson?
I haven't stopped thinking about this AU idea so I decided to write a little bit more! I have other stuff in mind so I might write other scenes too, we'll see. A little summary for you:
Eddie and Steve have been dating for a few months now, and things couldn't go better between them. Being a popular kid and all, Eddie's love life is the talk of the campus, and everybody seems to wonder: what does Eddie Munson see in that ordinary freshman?
Steve doesn’t how it’s possible, but he's pretty sure words are moving around the page in front of him; some are blurry, others have a messed up order and a few are totally jumping out.
It wouldn't be the first time that happens to him, either. Sometimes it's impossible to focus, and the more he tries the fastest the words escape from him.
There's no solution for this either. Steve would never admit out loud how stupid he is, not over his dead body, so he'd rather stare at the same paragraph for hours than admit he doesn't understand. Robin is sitting across from him, eyes focused on the same book but a different paragraph, she looks deep in thought and Steve would bet she is far ahead of him. Steve shifts in his seat, pulling the book closer so she won't see he's still at the beginning of the chapter.
He looks back at the page, determined to at least finish reading it - the bare minimum - before they have to go to class.
«Hi, sorry to bother you but I have to ask - are you and Eddie Munson dating?»
Steve grips his book, because of course, as if his morning isn't going shits already, he also has to deal with this. Again. He gives one last glance at the paragraph before looking up «sorry, didn’t catch your name…?» he says instead, giving the girl the fakest smile he can master.
He is sure Robin is containing a laugh behind her book.
«Uhm, I’m Stacy» she’s taken aback, and a little annoyed «so, are you? dating.»
«I don't know for how much longer,» he says, teeth clenched. And really, he knows he's being dramatic and he knows that it's just an innocent question. Hell, he'd rather have them blatantly ask him than flirt with his boyfriend behind his back, but when you get asked the same question a million times over, you're bound to get a little pissed.
«Excuse me?»
«I mean, isn't that what you wanted to hear? You would be happy if I did, wouldn’t you? How about I do you a favor and write it down so you also have proof to show! Hell, I could make a fucking poster and hang it somewhere, so you and the rest of the student body will know for sure and will leave me the fuck alone.»
The girl - Stacy - takes a step back, her eyes fixed on Steve in a comical expression of shock and disbelief. She then turns to look at someone, probably mouthing something about Steve to her friends, like "can you believe this guy?" or "Munson must be crazy".
«Are we done?»
Stacy doesn't even bother to answer, she gives him a look of "you are insane" and walks away.
«Steve-»
«I know okay?» he interrupts Robin, not wanting to hear it «it’s stupid and I should let it go, but it pisses me off.»
«Then talk to Eddie! he could do something» she suggests, closing her book. It’s time for their first lecture. Steve hasn't even managed to finish the paragraph in two hours. Shit.
Talking with Eddie would be the better choice, it doesn’t make it any easier.
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Steve is finally done with his last lecture and he's cutting through the inner courtyard to reach Robin at the entrance Hall. People have been whispering around him all day so he knows not only that the Stacy girl has no shame in pursuing taken men, she also has a big mouth.
Someone catches up with him and puts an arm around his middle.
«So, what is this thing about you breaking up with me with a billboard? Let me tell you it won’t work - I’m a sucker for drama and attention» Eddie presses on his side, his face only a few inches from Steve's. His smile is an amused one.
From the start, Eddie never shied away from physical touch: once he was sure Steve was comfortable with it - and not only he was, he loved it - there was always a part of Eddie in contact with him, whether it was an arm over his shoulders, fingers in his hair, hand on his back. Accordingly, they rarely did more than that in public, because even tho they were not hiding their relationship, homophobes still exist in 2022 and they live in Indiana.
Steve rolls his eyes and looks the other way, clenching the books he's carrying in his arms. Eddie's presence is enough to make him feel better, but he wants to stay mad «your groupies are delusional. And drop that grin or I might actually take on that billboard idea. I’ll make a giant one, over the main entrance» his tone is deadly serious but Eddie knows him better than to believe anything he's saying. He covers his grin with one hand, just in case.
«I know you're still smiling, Munson. I have a huge sheet and red paint at home and I'm not afraid to use it! It will look like that scene in Harry Potter, with the bloody writing on the wall and everything.»
Eddie can't believe that his boyfriend - who barely knew what Lord of the Rings was before they started dating - has just laid out a Harry Potter reference for him like it was a daily occurrence. He wants to kiss the daylight out of him, but that would make him actually mad.
So he puts his other arm around his stomach, caging him. They're forced to a stop.
«I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute all worked up,» Eddie says, containing himself from gushing all over him. Steve still avoids his gaze, but he's clearly melting under Eddie's attention. Pet names and physical touch always get through him.
«I'm glad one of us is having fun» Steve deadpans.
Eddie keeps one of his arms around his waist and lifts Steve's chin up with his free hand «I'm not gonna lie, it is kinda funny. And you are very cute and hot at the same time - somehow - but» he emphasizes the last word, dramatically, « I don't want you to be upset so, talk to me.»
Steve is a little embarrassed. He knows it doesn't matter, he's been through this before. People love gossiping, and he really doesn't care what they say. But also, he used to be the one on the other side, no one has ever questioned him being with anybody, or has given him that look of disgust he got from Eddie's most loyal fans.
Even so, Eddie has nothing to do with it.
«I'm sorry. I get you're some sort of rock star here, and I love that for you, I really do, but...» he's struggling to find the right words «... I don't know, I guess I'm a little jealous.»
«of the groupies?»
«No! Well, I don’t enjoy their presence, for sure. It’s more-» he’s trying to find the right words, Eddie rubs his palms on his back to encourage him «it’s about you. But not you - you, it's the way you carry yourself, like you were made for college! And everyone here can tell, as much as they can tell that I wasn't. I barely know which class I’m taking when, I don't understand what I'm studying and I feel like everyone here already knows what they’re doing, like they went to college before going to college, if this even makes any sense… and, I don’t know, it’s hard already when you know that you’re fucking up, but when everyone else knows and wonders why the great Eddie Munson is dating you of all people- it’s not great. But also, I can't even read a simple introductive chapter without getting a headache, so I get why people might have some reservations against me, I just wish they would keep it for themselves instead of bugging me every second of my life!»
While he was talking, Eddie had made them both sit at one of the picnic tables scattered around the court, he realizes.
It's clear to both of them that Steve's outburst isn't just about the gossip.
«I had no idea this was bothering you this much,» Eddie says, earnestly.
Steve starts fidgeting with Eddie's rings on his right hand, his left arm is still on Steve's back. He feels pathetic, bothering his boyfriend with trivial matters and his stupidity.
«It's not a big deal» he tries to take back some of his words, but Eddie interrupts him immediately.
«It is a huge deal if it bothers you this much. Plus, I get some curiosity about us, but asking you almost every day is just, fucked up.»
«Well, that's popularity for you. I thought you had figured this out by now» Steve jokes.
«Well, I was supposed to learn how to manage it from an expert, but somehow I always get distracted when he lectures me» he manages to make Steve chuckle. «But let's talk about college for a second. It flatters me that you think of me as a perfect social butterfly, but do I need to remind you that I came to you a couple of months ago because I couldn't take it anymore? Also» he shifts in his seat, taking Steve's hands in his «you're not giving yourself enough credit. College is fucking hard, man, especially first year. Everything is so big and serious and different compared to high school, you think I was this confident in my first year? it takes time to adjust, maybe even more for you since - well - you used to have the school at your feet. So trust your gorgeous, perfect-»
«I never said you were perfect.»
Eddie ignores him «-super famous boyfriend: you're doing great, you'll get there and even if you don't, there's no shame in failing. Okay?»
Steve stares at him for a few seconds, then nods «okay. But I don't think I can stand more people questioning your sanity for dating me.»
«Honestly, I'm pretty sure you misread the whole thing. They're totally thinking “why is Eddie Munson dating this hottie of all people? I don’t stand a chance”» Steve laughs, Eddie gets up «but just to be sure they won't bother you anymore...» he jumps on the picnic table, and Steve's eyes widen comically.
«Eddie what are you doing?? Come down!» he knows his boyfriend and his love for big grand speeches too well to not guess what he has in mind.
Eddie blows him a kiss «Attention everyone! Your favorite music department student has an announcement to make!» some people from said department immediately cheer and he thanks them with an exaggerated bow. Steve hides his face in his palm, knowing there's no way he can stop him now.
«I've heard there has been some confusion so let me clear the air: I, Eddie Munson, have been involved in a consensual, very sexual» Steve makes a strangled noise and a few people whistle «but also romantic relationship with this hot piece of ass right here» he puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders, leaving him no way to escape «Steve Harrington» he bends forward, Steve looks up at him and Eddie gives him a quick upside-down peck, as to reinforce the concept «who isn’t going to break up with me today, tomorrow or never. So, it’s none of your fucking business but if any of you shitheads has any concerns on this matter, you know where to find me. Thank you for your attention» he jumps off the table, the curious students who had stopped to witness the scene are giving a mix of incredulous, baffled and admiring reactions. Eddie barely cares, his eyes are on Steve.
«I fucking hate you» Steve immediately tells him.
«No you don’t» he's smirking.
«I'm breaking up with you right now.»
«No, you aren't, Stevie» his smile is somehow even bigger.
«I really, actually, genuinely hate you,» Steve says, hugging him. Eddie hugs him back, tight.
«How are you feeling?» Eddie whispers in his ear.
«I wanna say better but then I'm validating you putting up a show every time we have a problem.»
«I am nothing but a humble knight serving his Majesty the King,» he says, using a pompous tone for his character.
«I need no man saving my regal ass, thank you very much.»
When they reach the main Hall, Eddie's arm once again around his middle, Robin is waiting for them, a mischievous grin on her face «Excuse me» she addresses Steve, loudly «are you the famous Hot-Piece-of-Ass engaged in a consensual and very sexual relationship with Eddie Munson?»
Steve flips her off as Eddie laughs and high-fives her.
Let's just say, the nickname will stick with Steve for a while.
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Title: Just Barely
Cyno x Bard! Reader ▪︎ Warnings: None ▪︎ Wc: 830+
Bard!reader masterlist • Continuation here
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So I've been having thoughts on a sort of Bard!Reader that travels all around, spreading music and song wherever they go, and now they end up in Sumeru. Before the Sumeru quest of course.
Sumeru is not big on unapproved performances!! Especially from foreigners!! You ditched your Akasha ages ago so they can't track you or steal your dreams, and you pop up everywhere!! Singing your insipid little songs and dancing some hillbilly jig the Sages scoff at.
You're not anything significant – except the fact that with your appearance, more people are getting bold about their performing arts, especially that performance theater, so the Akademia decides to make an example out of you. So, they send their General Mahamatra.
Cyno is not one to question rules or orders. The law is just and he will uphold the law and punish those who defy it. And if you're disrupting the natural order then he will deal with you. Only, it doesn't go that way.
Every single time you're in a crowd. You choose your battlefields cleverly, and it doesn't matter how many other matra he has guard the exit posts, you always manage to scurry off. Sometimes you're already gone by the time he arrives, a whisp disappearing behind a corner, sometimes, he'd see you meld back into a rushing crowd with a smile and a wink, and you're gone. It's annoying. He has paperwork to do.
The chase gets to be long enough that his superiors just tell him to keep an eye on you, and apprehend you if he catches you in one of your performances. You visit Port Ormos and sing to the sailors, you visit the Grand Bazaar and dance with Nilou, you strum your lyre for children and bedridden nobles. Apparently, and according to rumor, you greet the Sun and Moon with a song as well. Too many people are fond of you already.
But he can't catch you. You disappear into the waves when you catch a glimpse of him, you dash across courtyards with shrieking laughter and jump out of windows and vanish just before he can get his hands on you, leaving nothing but crackling lightning and strange sear in his chest.
And, what? What will he do? Chain your hands and feet and tell you to stop singing? Cyno can see that this is the life of you. He has seen your feet dance faster than you run and once he heard your voice at the break of Dawn, indistinguishable underneath the bird's morning call but sweet and soft and calling, sending his heart trilling. Your hands flutter over strings, and he jolts when you pluck a note too high.
He sees it now as you sit on the curb near the Akademia, strumming your lyre. You're getting bold now.
He strides over, and the crowd's murmurs fall into frightened awe as he stops before you, and you don't even open your eyes or raise your head.
"General Mahmatra Cyno, to what do I owe this pleasure?" This is the closest he has ever been to you and never mind the way that your eyelashes brush your skin or the way your smile pulls your lips.
"Musical performances are banned on the grounds of the Akademia."
"But I'm not performing…? I'm simply tuning my lyre. Does that count?"
"Yes. Furthermore, loitering is also prohibited."
"Hm. I hate those two rules, you know? They exist everywhere here." Your scowl is pretty to. He does not know why he thinks this.
"They are meant for a reason. They exist for a reason." His hand tightens on his pole arm and he does not like the way his shadow falls over you, or the way you don't raise your head.
"They make it illegal to exist or be anywhere." You continue, unhindered.
"They prohibit the arts, practically ban it, and you want to know why?" You do not wait for an answer. "Because the arts have always been a means of human expression. An act of rebellion. And when we rebel and speak our truth through art and song, it means change, it makes people afraid.
"This is not what we should be frightened of. There will be fires and there will be storms, toppled gods and kingdoms, and there will be darkness again. And songs about the darkness." Your eyes cut up to him, suddenly, and they're not anything extraordinary, whether in color or shape. But you hold his gaze, and that is extraordinary enough.
"Why do you think this makes them afraid, General?"
He grits his teeth, and hears a crackle of lightning by his ear. He doesn't know why he's entertaining you.
"I am not here to debate the worth of the arts to you. Remove yourself from the premises immediately or you will be escorted out."
You just look up at him, and sigh, and draw yourself up, joints clicking. You pop your joints with a furrowed brow as you turn away, but before that you ask a question.
"Cyno," the audacity you have. "Riddle me this. Do you believe that the law is just, or do you believe that upholding the law is just?"
"There is no difference." By the pitying look on your face, you beg to differ.
You leave, and the passing breeze of your departure smooths itself over his skin like a kiss. He doesn't watch you go. His fist tightens.
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Tony running into the living room while angry yelling.
Tony: where’s Y/N?!
Kate: haven’t seen her… why?
Tony: because I got a call from-
Y/N entering the room screaming full force
Y/N: I shot Cupid ba-ba-ba-bang! ‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love again!!.
Y/N stopping, noticing Kate sitting there, smiling adoringly at her.
Y/N: hey Kate!! 😍 o_O. O_o. O_O well crap!
Tony: yea dumbass… now I got a full demand from some Roman Greek or whatever root that winged baby’s is from.
Kate laughs hysterically but gets up and grabs Y/N’s hand dragging her from the room.
Tony: don’t you think you’re off this Y/L/N
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honeybeefae · 1 year
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Ooooh do number 13 please!
(I swear I’m not writing these angst-ridden fics on purpose, it’s just the fate of the numbers! I like to imagine this has a happy ending though, and I will leave it open for a possible part two to make up for hurting our poor bat boy so bad! I know it’s not super long but I hope you guys like it <3)
#13 - Boyfriends by Harry Styles
Can't You See? (Azriel x Reader)
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Summary// Azriel had been your friend since you came to the IC. He was always there for you as you were for him, the two of you a package deal anywhere you went. Many people speculated about a hidden mating bond, friends with benefits, and all sorts of gossip, but the unfortunate truth was you were taken by someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve you. And it was his own personal hell to watch you go into his arms every night.
WARNINGS: Angst, cheating, crying, alcohol, verbal abuse, bad relationships, insecurities
Azriel had connected with you the moment you were welcomed to the Inner Circle. The two of you were compatible in all aspects, drawing each other out in different ways that were so natural even Cassian and Rhysand were shocked. You were quick to latch onto his side, which he never minded, and in the first month of your arrival, Azriel had found himself slowly falling for you.
Until one night, at Rita’s, he watched you bring in your boyfriend.
He swiftly put his mask on so that you weren’t worried. You introduced Azriel as, “my best friend” to him with the brightest smile on your face, while your boyfriend couldn’t even spare a passing glance at him. It took all of the two minutes of meeting him to know that he would never like him, and as time went on, Azriel’s dislike grew to bitter resentment and hatred.
You couldn’t see the way your boyfriend’s eyes sought out other women in the room, how he talked over you when you got excited about something, how he so plainly held no regard for your feelings. It made Azriel sick to watch, and after many nights where you had run into his arms after an argument with your boyfriend, he knew he needed to speak up. 
“Y/N,” He began as you pulled back to look at him, your eyes shiny and nose slightly red from how upset you were. “I…why are you staying with him? I can’t imagine that you’re happy and you, I mean, anyone deserves to be treated with more respect and love than what he is giving.” 
His eyes analyzed your reaction, how you shifted away and looked down in defeat. Azriel felt a slight pang of guilt from being so upfront, but it hurt to see you in so much pain, it needed to be said. He didn’t know why he cared so much, didn’t want to search through those feelings at the moment, but you needed to see what everyone else saw. 
“I…” You said before taking a shuttering breath, playing with your fingers as your boyfriend’s words taunted you in your head. “It’s not his fault, I shouldn’t have gone out. He has every right to be mad.”
“What? Are you even hearing yourself right now?” Azriel replied, his eyebrows raised in shock. “Y/N, he just yelled and kicked you out in the middle of a storm for having a drink with friends. That is not-”
“Stop, Az, just stop.” You snapped, your embarrassment turning to anger. “I shouldn’t have done it. I know he hates it, and I did it anyway, so I just need to listen next time. If I had just stayed home, he wouldn’t have been mad.”
“And what about next time? When you wear the wrong color and he yells at you for it, or you forget to put away your books and he throws them into the fire?” He countered, crossing his arms over his chest. “You deserve-”
“Stop saying that!” You yelled, shoving yourself off of the bed with your fists balled up at your side. “I don’t deserve better. Look at me! I have nothing to offer, nothing to give to someone, and if it weren’t for him, I would be out on the streets begging.”
Azriel was taken aback by your outburst, especially your words. You had never yelled at him before, and the things you were saying…did you truly believe that? Do you really see yourself that way? 
You bitterly rubbed the tears falling down your cheeks away, your voice cracking as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I know what he does, how he lies to me. I think about it every night and every time I think I can leave, that maybe I do deserve better…he reminds me of what I am. Where I came from.”
He didn’t realize his hand had reached towards you until you took a step back. You stared at it hard, your heart so desperately wanting to reach out and just be accepted for once, but before you could even speak on those feelings, you heard the door open below you.
“Y/N?” Your boyfriend yelled, not caring about the rest of the sleeping patrons. “Y/N, come on, I know you’re here. We’re leaving, let’s go.”
That illusion you had painted in your mind shattered, as did Azriel’s heart, as you took a moment to hug him deeply. 
It felt like a goodbye.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You whispered into his neck, mesmerizing his scent before you let him go. “Maybe a different time or place, a different me, but you deserve someone better, Azriel. Not the mess I am.”
And before he could reach out for you, tell you how wrong you were and his true feelings, you vanished and the door closed behind you with an echo that rattled him to the bone.
Azriel sat there, the thunder rumbling around once more before he abruptly stood and threw on the first clothes he could find. You were wrong about him, about you, and he wouldn’t let you go that easily. 
This wasn’t the end of your story. That much was certain.
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monpetitchattriste · 6 months
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Here is a small drabble I did about Ladybug wanting to be with Chat but knowing she can't.
Impossible.
That's what they were. Always and forever, they would be impossible. No matter which way the earth would turn, they would never truly be with each other.
Maybe that comforted her a little bit at night, or maybe it just added to the anxieties in her mind.
Either way, she just knew that they would be doomed from the beginning.
And maybe that was the thrill of it, knowing that no matter what happened, it would always end the same way. There was no risk if you knew the consequences.
So she lied. To herself. To him.
What started as a small lie grew.
A kiss on the cheek won't hurt. She thought to herself as she leaned in and placed a small kiss to his left cheek. And it was worth it.
To see his eyes light up with surprise and happiness. A small red hue peeked out from under his mask. The way his cat ears seemed to perk up more, and his whole demeanor changed.
And she would think, maybe it doesn't have to be this way, maybe they could work.
But then they would go their separate ways, and she would be reminded that they would never work.
Ladybug and Chat Noir were impossible.
Their love destroyed worlds.
Yet late at night she couldn't help but wonder, dream, plead to whoever would listen that maybe just maybe they could be together. She knew in her soul that they could be possible.
It didn't matter how many tears she cried or sunrises she watched after countless sleepless nights. The universe would never grant her those wishes.
So her lie grew even more.
A peck on the lips won't hurt. She knew it was cruel toying with Chat’s feelings like this. But that didn't stop her.
"See you next time, M'lady." He held two fingers to his forehead, saluting to her as he extended his staff and readied himself to jump off into the night.
Now was her chance. She had to know what his lips tasted like. Just a peck.
"Wait!" Her voice sounded a little too desperate.
He stopped and let his baton collapse into itself. "What?" Chat looked at her with confusion in her eyes.
And before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and kissed him.
Then, just like that, she ran away, swinging into the night sky, not wanting to see the reaction he had.
She would again lay awake at night, letting her fingers trace her lips forever, thinking about that kiss.
He tasted like honey and sunshine. And left her craving more.
She liked him a lot. Even if she didn't want to admit it out loud or even to herself, she knew deep down she liked him.
So she continued with the lie.
Chaste kisses become ones of fiery passions.
So she would let this romance continue because nothing was at stake when she lied.
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theriddlersunderwear · 3 months
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"Take this. Be careful."
Florian looked at his coworker in utter confusion. His brows furrowed as he glanced from his friend's hands to his eyes and back again.
"Monty, this is the third time this week."
Monty shoved the object towards him with a greater insistence, "Take it, Flo. If I can't convince you to stop seeing him, then I can at least give you something to protect yourself with."
Florian stared into Monty's eyes through the man's sunglasses. He always wondered why Vince allowed him to wear shades to work. But then again, Rody showed up in rollerskates.
He reluctantly took the round, ripe lemon from Monty. He had grown used to the idea that his friend didn't approve of his crush. But at the rate that Monty kept bringing him Vince's favorite food to give, Florian couldn't help but wonder if Monty secretly had a crush on the chef.
"Thanks Monty. I'll give it to him."
Monty nodded seriously, not realizing how ridiculous the exchange looked, "Good. Stay safe."
"I... yeah. I will."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Where the fuck do you keep getting all these lemons?"
"It's a long story, chef."
@monteraay
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awesomedurraworld · 7 months
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“ wipe your tears, Edward.”
This is what I came up with after watching the movie Interstellar few weeks ago with my siblings, and after I saw Cooper and his dughter hug I was like,
“ I need to draw that.”
And somehow that drawing turned that I need to write something and that draft became a nightmare that I was able to kill today 🎉
This art and fanfic are a gift to my beautiful angel of a friend @justanotherinterneruser ❤️🫂❤️
This is the pose I referenced my drawing off
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To be honest I am little too proud of this and how it came out!
Tell me guys what you think 👀❤️
Here is the link, enjoy 💖🫂
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ijustwantcoffee · 10 days
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So this is one of the first times writing for any fandom really. But I just love LU stuff and I thought I’d try it out. This is a little beginning of chapter 1 for a fic I wanna write! If you have any suggestions or comments I would love to hear them, I’m always open for constructive feedback! :)
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It was dark, terrifyingly so. This darkness compares to the kind he faced in his early days in depths; dark, cold, and haunting. He wanted to rationalize, wonder about what was happening, where he was; but it seems he’s lost the ability to think. He could only exist. This darkness resembled the depths in another way too, it held a sort of tenseness or anticipation. He held his breath, like he has before the release of an arrow, or as he’s going in for a sneak attack. Only this time, he's waiting. Waiting for something to happen, and it did. Pain, surging hot, crawls up his right arm in a fast succession, draining him from what seems like anything. Taking whatever it can in a matter of seconds. It's hot, boiling, like the heat on Death Mountain. Up his arm it crawls, burning, making him twist and turn in agony. It's all his hazy mind can think about, the pain that shot through his system.
Link suddenly lurches forward, eyes wide and breathing hard. He realizes he’s gripping fabric, more specifically the blankets he's currently under. ‘Ah.’ he thinks, ‘just a dream, of course’. Rubbing his eyes he notes how that's been a recurring dream for a while now, he should have guessed at this point. Although it was just a dream, his right arm is slightly sore and achy, from what? Link hasn’t a clue. He’s still trying to get used to having his real arm back, yes with some alterations like Rarus’ markings, but still it wasn’t too much to handle.
It seems to be early morning, Link deduced, not just because of the clock; but also because the sun is still rising over the hills and from the looks of it not many people are up in TarryTown. Despite it still being early, it seems Zelda has left the room. To that, Link begrudgingly gets up.
Walking out of his bedroom, he walks down the upstairs hallway. The relocation was nice, Link always adored TarryTown, he helped build it after all. Plus two houses? That’s two places he could stay for free! Win win in his book. Walking down the hall he passed by several doors. Another thing he liked about TerryTown was that he could customize his house. Having his own kitchen, study, and bedroom, he loved it. Getting to design something was his main joy in the project, before he just put weapons on the walls. Now he still did that, 100%, but he decorated too, Zelda was rather thrilled her decorating lectures didn’t go to too much waste. Something he made sure to add to this house was guest rooms. Four to be exact, each situated with two beds. Perfect to hold, altogether eight people. Link saddened a bit at the reminder. It was true, he did add those rooms in the thought of them, on the off chance that they’d ever be able to come back to his own era. Thinking he could do something for his team, even while he wasn’t with them, put some ease into his mind and heart about the whole situation, which made it easier to move on.
Walking down the stairs, Link's thoughts still went on. He hated how much he thought about them, how much he was affected by the departure. Link would often catch himself thinking ‘Twi would hate this plan’, ‘Legend would want that’, ‘That’s something Time would say’, and so on. It got tiring, everything reminded Link of them. He hated it. He hated how even after the countless months, a little over half a year, he was still haunted by the thought of them. Like Hylia herself wanted to keep rubbing in the fact that he didn’t succeed, and that he had to leave them. It had only gotten worse after the battle with Ganondorf. Up until a few days ago, he could keep the thoughts and memories out, focus on the mission. Leave those moments in the back of his mind, continue forward because he had more important things to worry about, he wanted to have more important things to worry about. But now? After the journey? After catching Zelda in his arms a week or so ago? The chain was all he could think about.
Getting down the stairs to the first floor was a struggle, he was still sore from his second adventure and his muscles and bones ached like all hell. Old scars that covered his left side pulling and itching. ‘This sucks’ He decided. Making his way to the kitchen he starts pulling out ingredients. Just because he was sore didn’t mean he still couldn’t cook, no way! After the battle Zelda, and everyone else, put him on strict bedrest; something he said he didn’t need. However he couldn’t have argued that much if he tried, Teba was already giving him a stern dad glare from the first rebuttal. As boring as it was, he was able to get around to doing some things he needed to. One of those being cooking, specifically trying new recipes. Link gained many new recipes over this journey and he’s set on perfecting and personalizing each and every one. What else is he to do with his time? However he unfortunately didn’t get a chance to even gather everything, before he felt something. A sensation flowed through the house, with it carried a familiar and eerie feeling. A strong magic went from room to room, and seemed to be stemming from outside, so ever the brave, Link went towards the front door with nothing but a wooden spoon and a small dose of ‘not wanting to deal with this kind of bs’. Opening the door Link was greeted by-
Nothing.
‘Well that was extremely anti-climatic’ he thought. It was the same old grassy hill and just below it was a view of TarryTown, just how he liked it. Sighing Link turned back around, acknowledging the whole ordeal as wishful thinking, and started back into the house. Well, he almost did, if it wasn’t for a familiar sound. Link knew this sound all too well, it was what led him to meet his family, and what led him to leave them too. He could remember the sound of space splitting and time warping anywhere. After turning so fast that he was surprised his head didn’t twist off, Link was met with an equally welcoming and overwhelming sight. A portal. Right on his lovely front lawn.
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mmuffncakes · 8 months
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For the request thing, can you draw Nick FINALLY meeting Keith? (at least how you think Keith looks like in your style)
Nick was not one to want to meet Keith. After all those stories from Ellis and how many times he shut him up, how many times the others shut him up about it, he wasn’t exactly excited about this get together. Nick wasn’t a good man. He knew he was about to see one of the most scarred men in the world. Burns? Skydiving accidents? Wedding explosions? Rabid racoon attacks? He wasn’t positive on how true any of them were and, honestly, he wondered if Ellis had just been talking to talk—making shit up as he went.
But this was important to Ellis. So, Nick had to go through with it.
“Aw man! Yer gonna love ‘im!” Ellis seemed too excited. Though he was always like this, Nick shouldn’t be all that surprised. “And he’s gonna love you too! This is gone be great!”
They had walked their way to some random neighborhood that Nick didn’t recognize but Ellis clearly did. The whole time pointing out little cracks in the road, or specific dents in fences that he knew was from Keith, or reciting some of his stories that Nick was sure was different the second time around hearing it. And finally, they walked up to a house. More like a shack if you asked Nick. And he wasn’t the one to hide it on his face. “This is the place!” Ellis beamed as he spoke, rushing up to the door that was attached to the wall with… dear lord, was the door a truck door? Maybe Ellis’s stories weren’t all that off from reality. But he bit the inside of his cheek as he watched his husband get into a… some fucking weird stance, his “crab” stance as Rochelle had called it, and banged on the door with a little beat. Like, an actual beat. Drummer shit. And then he honked with his voice.
…sometimes he wondered why he married this strange, strange little southern man.
Ellis looked back at him with another grin that Nick attempted to match. He knew that it was strained and unwilling. This is important to Ellis, he had to remind himself. No sass, no rage, no bitterness or coldness, just be… civil. He could be civil. He was great at being civil. He could even be kind if he wanted to, watch this: From Ellis’s stories, he could tell that Keith was a genuinely nice g—he nearly vomited in his mouth a little. No. He couldn’t be kind if he wanted to. At least not this.
There came a response to Ellis’s call from inside the house as Ellis turned back and started to vibrate with excitement. The truck door window rolled down and up popped…
Huh.
Nick expected Keith to be… a destroyed human walking. From the amount of injuries he sustained from all of the stories that Ellis exclaimed. Sure there was some clear scarring, but not to the amount that Nick had placed in his mind. He looked… normal. Just another southern hick.
“Well if ain’t my bestest buddy in the whole fuckin’ she-bangin’ world. The hell you doin’ out there and not in Keith’s castle? Get in here!”
…who sounded almost exactly like Ellis.
This was going to be a long evening…
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king-luigi-the-first · 6 months
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Part two of this thing.
meanwhile in another location in Castle Deep in the dungeon surrounded by a labyrinth.
Luigi and Princess Peach are in a cell trying to figure out how to leave even though they have tried everything the Staff keep returning them to the same room.
Luigi sitting down on the small chair sighing: I miss my husband , Princess.
Princess Peach stars in her eyes excited looks over at luigi: OH MY Mushrooms! Who is the lucky son of a gun?!? You Didn't tell Me You Got Married! when was this?!?!
Luigi blushing: a few months ago. every one was so busy with their own thing and that was the only time slot that was available due to scheduling conflicts.
Princess Peach: well i guess i can forgive you then for not inviting me.
Luigi chuckles: Sorry. we do have plans to throw a celebration where everyone is invited just have to wait for stuff to settle down.
Princes Peach: Ok I'll bake a cake for the occasion.
*Princess Peach looks left and right*
Princess Peach: So..... i did not hear a name who did you marry?
Luigi smiling and blushing a deeper red: Bowser.
*Princess Peach puts a hand on Luigi's shoulder and cheerfully states*
Princess Peach : Luigi im Happy that you are happy... But.. Just know Bowser is over due for a shovel talk and if he ever breaks your heart. I will personally End him ok.
Luigi smiling: thanks for the support Princess.
Princess Peach: Its Just Peach. and anytime
Luigi : Ok Peach. you ready to try and get out of here again?
Peach nodded.
( i hope this was ok for a part two, i have no idea who kidnapped them or where this is going i just thought it might be funny if Peach heard the same thing from Luigi but she reacts different then mario. will make a part three if i feel up to it. Part one https://www.tumblr.com/king-luigi-the-first/729329361900208128/mario-and-bowser-standing-next-to-one-another?source=share )
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Corroded coffin AU
Eddie promised himself he would moderate a little more his weed consumptions. Not quit, obviously, just avoid waking up and not remembering what he did the day before.
So, when he ends up in front of a goat, during one of their after parties, he knows he did some calculations wrong.
He pulls away the joint from his lips, just staring at the goat. Who seems to be staring back. What the fuck.
He frowns, glancing between his half-joint and the goat.
Gareth appears on his side «dude, what the fuck did you put in this?» Eddie gestures at the blunt between his fingers «I’m seeing weird shit!»
«whatever you’re hallucinating about, dude, can’t be weirder than this fucking goat»
«you see it too???» Eddie yells in Gareth’s ear, causing him to jump back.
«Jesus Fucking Christ, Munson! I need functioning ears to play!»
«How can I not yell? There’s a fucking goat at our after party!» he’s gesturing to the animal who, surprisingly, looked completely unfazed by the noise around them.
They start arguing about their dealer, then about the importance of pet care and somehow they end up discussing the constitutional rights of farm animals when two familiar teens awkwardly approach them.
«Oh, now I seriously hope I’m hallucinating because you two hellspawns shouldn’t be here! Where’s your mother?» Eddie shrieks. He knows that he will be blamed both for the goat and Dustin and Lucas' presence at their adults-only party.
«Uhm we haven’t seen him but we were just about to leave!! right, Dustin?»
«Oh yes, we wouldn’t want to impose on anyone here! We’re just taking Biquette back and-» Dustin grabs the rope tied around the goat’s neck and leans back, Eddie jumps both on his and Lucas’ shoulders, giving them no chance to escape.
«This thing is yours? Where did you get it? And why is it here» he’s using what Steve has many times defined as “parenting voice”, which seems to be working well, based on the scared looks on both boys’ faces.
«W-well, that’s not important! We’re taking him back, let’s go Biquette!» Dustin pulls at the rope, but the goat- Biquette- shows no intention of following him.
The goat seems content where it is for some reason.
«What even is a Biquette?» Eddie wonders, out loud.
«It’s a goat!» Robin appears behind Eddie and leans on his shoulder, smirking.
He jumps «what the fuck is going on today with you people appearing out of nowhere? Also, I can tell it’s a goat!»
«Dude, I walked like a normal person. You’re just high» she deadpans «and, for your information, ‘Biquette’ is goat in French. I personally suggested that name.»
«it’s called Goat the Goat?»
«Precisely.»
Eddie wants to laugh. It’s fucking ridiculous, he’s high, he’s celebrating one of the best concerts his band has ever done and the kids adopted a goat and called it Goat.
«I don’t know if Steve will be more pissed about you two being here or Baguette the Goat» Eddie wonders, bringing his half-joint to his lips once again. The situation is ridiculous enough, smoking a little more won’t change much, he tells himself.
«It’s Biquette!» Dustin, Lucas, and Robin correct him.
«Look, we just lost her after the concert and split so we could find him fast and bring her back home. But now that Biquette is safe with us we can go. Steve doesn’t need to know! Pleaseee» Dustin is using his puppy eyes on Eddie and he hates him because it is working.
«I can’t not tell him, He will find out and he would blame it all on me!»
«Eddie you can’t! Steve would make us bring back Biquette and if we do, they will kill her»
«who would kill her? What are you talking about?» He doesn’t even care about the goat, he wants to avoid making Steve mad.
Dustin and Lucas begin an intricate and very detailed description of their adventure they had before going to their concert, Eddie is kind of lost and Dustin is using too many words but he catches “not producing milk anymore” and “abattoir”. They’re describing the hardships of pushing a goat out of a small fence hole when he spots Jeff and Grant walking toward the exit with Will and Mike.
«Are you kidding me- hey! You little shits, come here!» the teens' eyes wide comically and they would've probably run off if it weren't for his bandmates.
«We were just kicking them out, they made up this ridiculous story about a goat just to stay here» Jeff informs him.
«Yeah, and we don't want to make Steve mad» Grant adds, shaking his head in fear.
Eddie wonders when his boyfriend got comfortable enough with his bandmates that he has no problem scolding them. He will never tell Steve but he actually loves it. Makes him all mushy inside and all that disgusting lovely dovely shit he feels since they got together.
He realizes he must be blocking the view of the goat and moves to the side.
«Biquette!» Will exclaims, relieved, as Grant says «the goat is real?»
Eddie can feel a very strong headache coming.
«Listen. I don't care about the tearful story of saggy old Goat the goat's rescuing, you four and not supposed to be here, that thing» he points dramatically at Biquette «definitely isn't supposed to be here and tonight I did one of my best performances yet so I deserve to get wasted, have some nice post-show sex» the four teens make disgusted noises and faces, Robin shakes turns away saying "too much info, dude!" but Eddie ignores them «and definitely not deal with this circus. So take this thing back where you stole it from and do it fast, before Steve finds out!»
«It might be too late for that. Also, bold of you to assume you'll be getting any post-show sex today.»
Eddie winces, shoulders down, and slowly turns around. Steve is behind him -seriously, what is it with everyone sneaking behind him tonight?- hands on his hips and grave look with Max and El right behind him, snickering.
«Oh, hi love! aren't you a sight for the eyes?»
«Flattery works on you Munson, not me. I'm taking the little shits home and then getting rid of that» he gestures at Biquette «because I can't have one fucking night of fun in my life, then we’ll talk about you going behind my back»
The teens erupt in protests, all of them giving their personal reason as to why they have to keep the goat "she's so cute" "they will kill her!" "we're family now!" and "the fence hole was too small, no way she can fit back there!".
Steve completely ignores them and takes the rope off of Dustin's hand, pulling towards the exit. Biquette pulls back, having no intention of leaving.
«What the fuck is wrong with this thing now? I thought the music was torturing it.»
«Actually, I think Biquette loves metal» Will points out.
«No fucking way dude» Gareth shakes his head, incredulous.
«No, Will might be right! She basically ran towards the stage before, remember?»
«Oh shit, she even ran into the party, it must’ve been because of the music!»
While they argue amongst themselves, Eddie has eyes only for Biquette. Suddenly, the goat doesn’t seem that old and saggy like before, she’s almost cute with that twitching eye and the knotted fur. Yeah the smell isn’t the best, but nothing a nice bath can’t fix, right?
«We’re keeping her» he doesn’t raise his voice, but somehow they all hear him and stop talking, looking surprised.
Steve is the one breaking the silence «no we’re not, no fucking way»
«Steve, sweetie, pleaseee» Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling the cutest face he can master «it’s a goat who loves metal! How can I let her go? She will be brutally murdered! She loves my music Stevie.»
«We can just give her to a farm and let her live the rest of her days in peace! There’s no need to adopt something else.»
«there’s absolute need!! Right guys?» he turns to his band mates, who don’t look very happy to be put in the spot.
«I mean, having a Metal Goat would be fucking cool but, Steve us to be okay with it» Grant admits and Jeff and Gareth nod along.
«Wait, what? Aren't I the leader of this band?»
«Yes, and Steve is the boss of you» Gareth deadpans, making everyone -but Eddie- laugh.
He has still his arms around Steve’s neck «Pretty pleaseee, Stevie, love of my life, Apple of my eye, pretty b-»
«Oh my God, pleas stop! We can’t Eddie!» he’s exasperated which means, Eddie realizes with a grin, he’s very close at giving up.
«I promise I will feed her, clean after her and brush her!» he adds for good measure.
He stares at Steve with a small pout until Steve sighs «okay, okay, Jesus Christ, the fucking goat will stay.»
The teens erupt in loud cheers, Lucas even hugs the goat, regretting it immediately because of the smell.
Eddie is leaving kisses all over Steve’s face, giggling.
«Yeah okay, I get it!» Steve is smiling as well «But you have to take care of her, otherwise we bring her back.»
«Of course, I will I promise!I will feed her everyday, wash her and give her a metal make over!» the last part is accompanied by cheers from the rest of the band.
«No metal makeover please, poor thing. Ugh, I cannot believe you’re adopting a goat just because she likes your music!»
«You mean, we’re adopting! I accepted the custody of six kids for you! You can accept our little Biquette here.»
Even tho his plan succeeded, Eddie keeps his arms where they rest around Steve’s neck, and Steve pulls him close placing an arm around his middle.
«Just because I accepted this crazy idea, it doesn’t mean you’re getting any action tonight, Munson.»
«actually, I just managed to convince you adopt a goat, I’d say the chances of me making you change your mind about my well deserved post-show sex are pretty high.»
Their friends make gag noises and complains, Eddie even hears Max say “c’mon Biquette, your innocent eyes cannot see this thing”.
Eddie flips them off and grossly makes out with Steve, just to annoy their friends. And because he’s still high.
What a fucking night.
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Small note: thank you for this prompt, I had so much fun writing about it! I’m still laughing my ass off at the idea of a Metal Goat. Life is weird.
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Regulus walked through the front door, slipping off his shoes and placing them in the cubby beside James’. He made his way to the kitchen, where a plate of food sat under a stasis charm. He glanced over the oven to read the clock.
12:53
A pang of guilt settled in Regulus’ stomach. He had been working his way out of the hospital when a group of aurors were apparated into the emergency station. Regulus jumped in, helping where he could. He had spent hours testing for broken bones and concussions, helping run potions and relocate patients, unaware of the time passing. When things finally calmed down, Pandora shooed him out the building, assuring him they had it under control. In all the chaos he hadn’t thought to phone James; the poor man had probably been worried.
Regulus sighed and ate a bit of the food, knowing James would want him to eat after a long shift. He then headed to the bathroom and quickly showered, slowly beginning to feel the exhaustion of his day. Regulus then carefully slid into their bedroom, making his way to his wardrobe. He silently rummaged through the mess James called tidiness, pulling out an old pair of his husbands’ joggers that no longer fit the older man and a plain t-shirt. He quietly padded over to the bed, gently sitting on the edge while he pulled on his socks.
As subtly as he could, the younger man slid into bed and under the covers. Regulus thought he had successfully avoided waking his lover when a strong arm curled around his waist and pulled him closer. He felt a pair of soft lips press against the base of his neck and shivered lightly at the touch.
“I didn’t mean to wake you mon chéri. Go back to sleep love,” Regulus whispered, hoping the man was already fast asleep. He placed a hand on the arm circling his torso, idly tracing the tattoo he knew was there out of habit.
“s’okay. I missed you,” James mumbled in return.
“I missed you too darling. I’ll tell you all about what kept me away in the morning,” Regulus replied with a yawn.
James hummed in response, pulling Regulus closer and tangling their legs.
“I love you,” James cooed, and it took Regulus a moment to decipher what his sleepy husband had mumbled.
“I love you too mon chéri,” Regulus sighed contentedly, letting his exhaustion take over. The two men drifted off to sleep, a mess of tangled limbs.
When Regulus began to stir the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the bed was empty and cold. He could hear the sizzling of a pan in the distance and the humming of his lover. The younger man smiled to himself, making his way out of bed and towards the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight before him.
James was facing the stove, slightly dancing while humming a tune Regulus couldn’t quite place. His hair was a mess like usual, and his black t-shirt was pulled tight against his skin. The older man had two plates set up, with pieces of toast and eggs already on them. Regulus smiled, making his way further into the kitchen, stopping behind his husband and snaking his arms around the man.
“Good morning my love” James beamed, and Regulus could picture the grin he knew appeared on his husband’s face.
“Bonjour mon amour” Regulus replied, his voice muffled in the back of James’ shirt.
The older man let out a soft chuckle, and quickly plated the rest of the food. He turned off the stove, and moved the hot pan to the back burners. Regulus reluctantly moved away from James, shuffling to a bench around the kitchen island. James gently placed their plates down on the counter and headed to the shouting tea kettle. He poured the boiling water into two mugs, throwing in tea bags and returning to the island. Regulus enjoyed watching James work around the kitchen. At first he didn’t understand why the other man did everything manually, but slowly became accustomed to it.
“So, what great adventure did you go on yesterday?” James inquired as he sat across from Regulus.
Regulus felt the pang of guilt rush up his throat but quickly dissipate when he saw James’ smile.
“I was heading home, I was basically out the door when a heap of aurors came in. They had a bad accident apparently, it took me a while to piece together what had happened. Something to do with a huge explosion of sorts, I’m sure we’ll see it on the news. I was helping test for broken bones and concussions, and helping the nurses distribute potions. Pandora eventually kicked me out, said it was getting late and I should go see my ‘lover boy.’” Regulus explained, smiling through the last few words.
He finally looked up, not realizing he had been talking with his hands and looking everywhere but his lover. The younger man was met with a dopey grin and a look of complete admiration. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, realizing his husband had been staring at him the whole time.
“I could listen to you talk all day y’know” James cooed, knowing it would only make the younger man blush even more.
Regulus took a bite of his toast to avoid answering. He attempted to hide his face with his hands, eliciting a chuckle from the other man.
“You’re so cute when your flustered”
“James I will literally stab you with a fork”
“That’s fine, as long as you promise to heal me after” the older man quipped with a wink.
Regulus responded by throwing a piece of toast at James, who simply ducked away and barked out a laugh.
Regulus was deeply in love with the other man. He loved these domestic interactions where they could just exist around each other, not fighting or simply tolerating one another. James taught him what real love was. He taught him how to exist in a healthy relationship. Regulus was infatuated with the other man, and his only hope was that the other man felt the same way.
James seemed to sense his lover’s shift in mood and reached a hand across the counter.
“I love you Regulus. I am in love with you my Darling. I’m glad you got to spend the night doing what you love, even if it meant you got home a bit late. All I care about is that you eventually do come home, as long as you’re happy,” he affirmed, squeezing the hand of his lover once he had accepted it.
“I love you too mon chéri. I’d give it all up for you if you asked. I love you more than my work” Regulus admitted, holding onto James’ hand like a lifeline.
“I know you would darling, but I don’t want that. I’m happy if you’re happy. Let’s go watch the news, yeah? See if we can figure out what happened last night.”
The pair finished their breakfast and grabbed their mugs, settling down in their living room. They spent the day curled into each other on the sofa, switching through channels every now and then but barely paying attention to what was on the screen. The two men were preoccupied with each other, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thank you for reading!
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The little boy looked at the paper on the floor, where he was sprawled, wax pencils on front of him, with a huge grin.
Mommy had told him to stay there with third seat Yamada because she needed to go help the others, so he went to her desk to get the papers and pencils from only drawer mommy left unlocked.
He'd been having fun drawing a puppy. It was a very nice puppy.
He got up waving the paper at Yamada, going through lots of papers on the desk in front of mommy's.
" 'nosuke! I did it! Look!" He ran towards the young man showing him the picture.
"It's Seinosuke, little man..."
" 'Ish wha' I said!" Straightening himself up, three year old Kuchiki Byakuya huffed. Mommy was always smiling. Dad was always smiling. "Auntie" Unohana always smiled at him too.
Seinosuke was always so serious...
" Gon' show it to 'Nohana Taichō!" And without paying attention to the other man's complaints, Byakuya took off running on the direction of Unohana's office.
Other Shinigami were going along the corridor, giggling at the little boy happily running with the drawing in his hand.
He stopped in front of the door, recalling what Omori-san had told about barging in other people's offices...
So he raised his chubby little hand and knocked.
"Come in." A soft voice called from the inside. Byakuya pulled the door, his tongue sticking out from the effort.
Suddenly, Unohana herself was in front of him, a wide smile on her face.
"What are you doing, Byakuya?" She asked, crouching to pick him up in her arms. "Didn't Okāsan told you to stay with Yamada?"
Byakuya held up the piece of paper with an expression of triumph.
"I made a puppy!" Then his smile wanned a bit. " 'nosuke didn't like it..."
Unohana chuckled, ruffling his bangs.
"I'm sure he did. But you know how he is..." She raised one hand for the little boy to settle the paper on. "May I see your drawing?"
Byakuya nodded enthusiastically.
Unohana looked at the paper, smiling at the little boy.
"Well, I like it a lot. Are you giving this to your Okāsan?"
"No." He shook his head. "Ish for you!"
Bringing the small child with her, Unohana started walking across the office.
"Then we need to choose a good spot to hang this, don't you think?"
Byakuya threw his small arms around Unohana's neck, giggling as she gave him a loud kiss on his cheek.
Unohana pressed the drawing against the wall on a place right behind her chair, in-between the two huge windows.
"What do you think, Byakuya?"
"Yes." The little boy nodded once.
"Then it's settled. I'm going to have it framed and hanged right on that spot." She smiled. "Now, do you want to come with me to see your Okāsan?"
Byakuya smiled widely, showing his dimples. He streched his arm, pointing at the door.
"Les' go!"
Laughing happily, Unohana took little Byakuya outside where Kuchiki Kaori was busy training the new Shinigami fresh out of the academy.
He really liked it when mommy brought him to her squad...
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@damiminator
This one's for you.
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