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King Steve Mingles With Peasants

summary:

"steddie time travel au where after the events of vol2 steve is thrust back into his senior year of high school and idk he decides to make amends sooner, tries to get to know eddie sooner, realizes he's gotta crush and eddie the freak munson does not understand these developments" prompt from tumblr user @enough-is-a-fools-dream​

words: 1.5k

quick notes!

-even though the prompt suggests this is from steve's pov, i wrote it from eddie's -steve's senior year takes place during season 2 and im pretty sure eddie and steve were in the same grade before eddie got held back (at least that's how i wrote it here) -realistically the upside down is still happening but i just want steve to be happy so we're ignoring that (the upside down still exists and everything i just don't want to write abt it LOL) -lastly, this story is BASED off the prompt so it doesn't follow it exactly

you can read this on my ao3 too!

okay that's all i hope you enjoy!! <3

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1984

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It had started with nods in the hallways as they passed each other. 

Eddie never returned them, always too stunned to do anything.

There was no way Steve “The Hair” Harrington was actually acknowledging him, right? 

But then nods turned into small smiles and quick waves.

These Eddie managed to respond to. He would give Steve tight-lipped smiles and then quicken his steps to get away from the other man. He knew Steve had lost a lot of his friends because of Billy; the junior was determined to become the new king of Hawkins High. But Steve was still popular and popular people didn’t give Eddie “The Freak” Munson smiles or waves . They shoved him into lockers and jumped him after school. The only time the popular kids had conversations with him was when they wanted to buy weed from him. This was how it’s always been and that was fine with Eddie. 

So why was Steve Harrington so adamant about getting his attention?!  

The waves Eddie could handle, after all, it wasn’t like Steve and him were even talking. But the day Steve sat down at his lunch table was the last straw.

“Hey, Eddie!” he had said with a bright smile, sliding into the seat next to him.

Eddie froze and slowly turned over to look at him.

No way.  

“Uh… Hey, Harrington…” He looked over to his band mates for help but they were just as shocked as he was, “Can I help you?”

Steve shook his head, “Nah, man. Just wanted to sit here today. Is that cool?”

“…Yeah… man. That’s fine…”

There was a beat of awkward silence before Gareth asked Eddie about their new D&D campaign. Grateful for the distraction, Eddie had indulged them all with a few teasers, getting their interests piqued before shutting them down. 

“Nope! No more questions! You’ll have to wait until later today when we start playing.”

“Can I join?”

Eddie froze along with the other members. He had been trying to forget that Steve was sitting with them.

“You want to join Hellfire?” he blinked.

“Yeah, it seems interesting.”

Gareth interrupted, “Do you even play D&D?”

“No…,” He said with a frown, looking over at Eddie, “Do you think you could teach me?”

Eddie’s breath caught. Had Steve always been this pretty?  

He hoped nobody saw how red his face was, “Uh- Yeah. Sure. I’ll teach you.”

He heard a chorus of what?! around him but he silenced them with a hand, “Boys, we’re pushing the campaign to tomorrow after school. Harrington,” he began talking quieter, leaving the other members to complain amongst themselves, “If you want to play you’ll need to make a character using a character sheet. I can help you with that today if you want.”

Steve smiled at him, “Yeah, sounds good. Wanna come to my place after school?”

Eddie’s heart raced, “Sure.”

After school was over, Eddie followed Steve’s car with his van as the two made their way to Steve’s. He couldn't believe he was on his way to help Steve Harrington make a D&D character. He felt like he was dreaming. They reached the richer man's house quickly and the two men made their way inside.  

Eddie looked around the house as he toed off his sneakers and whistled, “Nice place you’ve got, Stevie.”

He swore he saw Steve blush, “Thanks, man. It’s nothing special, really.”

Eddie snorted, “I didn’t know King Steve could be so... humble .”

“Yeah, yeah. But listen, Eddie,” he looked nervous, “I’m not like that anymore. I’m not King Steve. And I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you. You didn’t deserve it- you don’t deserve it.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say. Could someone like Steve, who had always acted so high and mighty, truly be sorry? Eddie didn’t want to be too vulnerable with Steve. This could all still be some sort of prank.

“It’s whatever, man. Forget about it.”

Steve nodded, “So, how do I make a character?”

That’s how Eddie Munson turned Steve Harrington into a Dungeons and Dragons player. He had joined Eddie’s campaign along with the Hellfire Club members. Even though he received a few looks in the beginning, by the end of the campaign the other members had accepted him into the club.

“Wait... so the bad guy was tricking us all along?”

“Yes!” They all groaned.

“Ohhhhh! Now I get it! How do we stop him?”

Eddie almost ripped all his hair out during the game.

It was scary how quickly Steve became a constant part of his life. Whether it was at lunch, after-school hangouts, or D&D campaigns; he was always with him. It got to the point where other students noticed, too. The rumor hill had been buzzing with stories, the most popular one being Steve and Eddie having some weird friendship for weed deal going on. Neither of them cared about what the others had to say and continued to hang out nearly every day.  

This was dangerous, though, because Eddie was falling fast for his new best friend. Steve and his perfect hair, and his stupid jokes, his ridiculously tight jeans, and his unbelievably pretty eyes. And, of course, Steve just had to be the touchiest person he’s ever met. Personal space just didn’t exist in Steve’s world and that made it increasingly difficult for Eddie to repress his feeling.

It all came to a boiling point one afternoon in Steve’s room.

They had decided to hang out and watch a movie like they normally did. The movie, however, was quickly forgotten in favor of talking. They sat close together on Steve’s living room floor, backs against the couch.

Steve touched Eddie’s hair, playing lightly with the curls, “How long did it take you to grow it out?”

Eddie tried to control his breathing, “Um- Like all of high school.”

Steve hummed, commenting offhandedly, “It’s shorter than it was before, though.”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean? This is the longest it’s ever been.”

As if only now realizing what he said, Steve’s eyes widened and he froze, “Um- I didn’t- I meant it used to be way shorter, right?” He finished off with a nervous chuckle.

Weird .

“Yeah, dark times,” he laughed lightly, “I used to have it buzzed in middle school. Never again.”

Steve’s gaze dropped down to Eddie’s forearm, “Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo here? Like bats or something?”

Eddie’s stomach dropped, “How’d you know that?”

Steve looked panicked, “Shit.”

“Steve. I’ve been thinking of getting that tatted for months. I haven’t told anyone about it. How’d you know?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was a lucky guess?”

Eddie have Steve an unimpressed look.

Steve sighed, “You wouldn’t believe me.”

Eddie took Steve’s hand in his, enjoying how Steve’s face flushed, “Try me.”

Steve took a deep breath, “I’m from two years into the future.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He had expected some sort of magic trick or something, not time travel.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Can you prove it?

Steve looked away in thought, “I mean I guess. But nothing that would make you believe me now.” He looked back at Eddie, “Metallica will come out with a new song in two years called Master of Puppets.”

Eddie took in this information. That would be fucking sick if Steve was right. Did he really believe him, though? But that would explain the tattoo…

Eddie hummed, “Guess I’ll just have to wait two years and get back to you.”

“Yeah. Guess so,” Steve chuckled.

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they looked at each other.

“…Eddie.” Steve looked apprehensive as he continued, “Being back gave me the chance to get to know you, and… I’ve realized something now.”

Great. This was when he told Eddie that he really was a freak. That he regretted all the time they spent together.

“What’d you realize?” It nearly killed Eddie to ask this.

“You’re nothing like I thought you’d be like. And I wish I’d got to know you in high school the first time around. Because maybe then…” Steve smiled at him, “Maybe then I would’ve realized that I liked you sooner. Like… like like you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Can I kiss you, Stevie?”

“Please.”

They met in the middle for a kiss that was all teeth. It hurt a little but it felt so good. Steve’s hands made their way to Eddie’s hair. He tugged lightly, causing Eddie to groan into his mouth. They parted for air.

“Fuck , Harrington.”

Steve chuckled, “Don’t stop now, Munson.”

They continued like that for a while, neither of them getting enough of the other. Steve was quickly shown what he had been missing and God, he was obsessed with Eddie Munson. Eddie had managed to graduated that year, Steve being able to help him with school since he had taken the same classes before.

Two years later when Metallica published their latest song, Master of Puppets, Eddie nearly lost his mind  

Holy shit, he had thought.

Steve Harrington was actually from the fucking future.

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OKAY!!! wow this was actually way harder to write than I originally thought it would be. i restarted this fic like three times before I was happy with it.

also does this technically create a stranger things multiverse? idk.

i hope you liked this! this is my first stranger things fic so thats exciting ig (i included a little chrissy line idk if anyone noticed)

thank you again tumblr user @enough-is-a-fools-dream​ for this prompt, it pulled me right out of my writer's block

see you guys next time i decide to write

ilyyy <3

tags: @sharpbutsoft @cloud-fizz​ @remuslupinsbigjumpers​ @ladyapplejackdnd​ @partycreeper80​ @jinxneedssleep​ 

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i love you (with all of my heart) - Howl’s Moving Castle

Summary:

Sophie and Howl loved each other, it was as simple as that.

Fandom:

Howl’s Moving Castle:

Pairing:

Sophie x Howl

WARNINGS:

NO WARNINGS

Words:

278

A/N:

Fluff. That’s it.

“Howl! Get away from me!” Sophie shrieked with laughter as her lover chased after her between the flowers of Howl’s secret garden.

“Never!”

Howl was catching up and all her laughter was making it harder for Sophie to run. Suddenly, she no longer heard Howl’s steps or laughter from behind her. She stopped and looked around, not seeing him anywhere.

“How-“

“SURPRISE ATTACK!”

Suddenly Howl’s rather heavy frame was on top of her, the both of them falling to the ground, the flowers and grass providing a cushion to fall on.

Still, the wind was knocked out of Sophie and she wheezed, “Howl! That’s not fair!”

“Nothing in life is fair, my dear.”

Sophie rolled her eyes as she took a second to catch her breath. She plucked a blue tulip from beside her and placing it behind Howl’s ear, the bright flower contrasting nicely against his dark locks and earrings. He was on top of her with his cheek resting atop of his crossed arms. Since he was laying mainly on her lower half, his head was on her stomach giving Sophie a clear view of him.

“You’re so pretty, Howl.”

“Mmm,” he hummed with his eyes closed, “I could never compare to your undeniable beauty. You still make me breathless, Sophie.”

With that he opened his eyes right in time to see a soft blush coat her cheeks.

Howl smiled, “I love you, with all of my heart.”

Sophie brushed hair behind his other ear before whispering, “As I love you, now, forever and always.”

And so they laid there, basking in the warm sunlight with the promise of eternal love beating strongly within their hearts.

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Hopelessly Devoted - A:TLA Zuko x Genderless Reader

Summary:

You and Zuko share a peaceful moment in the middle of a flower field.

Fandom:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Pairing:

Zuko x Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS:

VERY LIGHT SWEARING, SUGGESTIVE THEMES

Words:

396

A/N:

This is pure fluff. Like cotton candy, clouds, cotton balls level fluff. Also, if you want, I’d recommend listening to this song while reading, enjoy! :)

You and Zuko lay on the grass, just staring at each other. It wasn’t awkward, it was just you two, together, at this very moment, two hearts in love. You smiled and giggled, a grin appearing on his face too.

You placed a hand on his face, your thumb brushing over his scar, “You’re so handsome.”

He leaned into your touch, his face holding. a soft expression, “Even with my scar?”

Your eyes softened at his question. You brought your hand to the back of his neck, bringing him close to your face until your foreheads and noses were touching.

He placed his own hand over your face as you began talking, “Zuko...”

He hummed in acknowledgment and so you spoke again, “Your scar doesn’t define who you are, so don’t let it hold you back in life.”

Zuko lifted his head a little so you were now able to see his entire face. He had a soft smile across his lips.

You felt a smile appear on your own face, “Besides, I think it makes you look pretty badass.”

You two stared at each other before bursting into giggles. He nuzzled his face into your neck, peppering the skin there with feather-light kisses. The tickling was too much for you to handle, considering you could barely breathe now with how hard you were laughing. You decided to take matters into your own hands as pinned him to the ground, straddling him while holding his hands above his head.

“Aha! You can’t tickle me anymore! I win!”

You smirked proudly as he began talking, “You know, this position is very... suggestive.”

Your eyes widened and for a second, your hands loosened their grip. Zuko took this as a chance to flip you around, hovering on top of you, using his hands to hold himself up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through the roots of his hair, “This position isn’t any less suggestive, Zuko.”

He smirked, “I know.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, letting out a soft laugh. Zuko smiled as he bent his head down, you meeting him halfway in a sweet, blissful kiss. And for just for a second, it seemed as though you didn’t have the pressure of saving the world on your shoulders. It felt as though you were two kids, two souls hopelessly devoted to one another.

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The First Female Host - Ouran High School Host Club

Summary:

After transferring to Ouran Academy, your first day ends with you joining the host club as their first official female host.

Fandom:

Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing:

(Light) Tamaki x Reader

WARNINGS:

MENTIONS OF ANXIETY, LIGHT SWEARING

Words:

2,276

A/N:

I’m not sure if this will turn into a series or not. Also, Haruhi does not exist in this universe. Hope you all enjoy! :)

The sound of your heels clicked against the smooth marble flooring of Ouran Academy. You had just transferred as a first-year. So here you were, walking down the halls in search of your first class of the day, Class 1-A.

As you walked you could clearly hear all of the other girls talking about you, whispering and gossiping into the ears of anyone who would listen. While most would crumble due to the anxiety of their peering eyes, you quite enjoyed the attention and kept walking with your head held high, besides, there is no such thing as bad press.

Your family appeared to be ‘mysterious’ to most. Despite your high ranking in the world, you made sure to stay out of the news, more specifically, most of the world was unaware you even existed. Your father descended from royals, but he didn’t let that define him or his family. You could have easily shown up today in a limo, or carriage, or even a helicopter, wearing the most expensive pieces of jewelry you owned, flaunting your wealth and making even some of the richest kids at this school feel like disgusting and worthless street rats, but you didn’t. You didn’t care for all that stuff, you just wanted to attend the school like a normal kid, make friends like a normal kid, and have fun like a normal kid.

You finally reached the door to Class 1-A. You had worn the girls school uniform today with a side bag for your books. So, with two strands of your Y/H/C hair tied back with a simple white ribbon, you opened the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you stepped inside, all eyes were immediately on you. No, it wasn’t because you were late. And no, it wasn’t because you were hideous, in fact, you were very beautiful, having a pure beauty to yourself that you knew others envied, but even then that’s not why people stared at you. It was because you were new. To them, you were a mysterious piece of fresh meat, but I suppose, fresh meat is better than being seen as a spoiled brat.

You quickly scanned the room in search of where to sit. Most of the seats were taken except two, one next to a pair of wildly identical twins, or next to a scary-looking girl that looked like she would break every single bone in your royal body... you quickly made your way over to the twins. You placed your bag on your chair, making sure to take out the books you needed to start the lesson.

You turn and smile to the twins before speaking, “Hello, my name is Y/N! I just transferred here. What are your guys’ names?”

They looked at each other, seeming to give one another a silent approval to answer the question, they both turned towards you, “I’m Kaoru,” the one closet one to you says.

“And I’m Hikaru,” the one to his right says.

They both begin speaking simultaneously, “We’re the Hitachiin twins! It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N!”

You smiled kindly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both as well.”

You realized quickly that your conversation had ended at you turned back to the board. Hitachiin, you recognized the last name. Their mother, Yuzuha Hitachiin, was a well-known fashion designer. Although you had never worn one of her pieces, you admired her work. The teacher walked into the class, your attention snapping to him as he began class.

The school day finished quicker than you anticipated and you realized that you have yet to make any real friends, besides the Hitachiin twins, but they don’t count since you’re barely their acquaintance. You walk around the school in an attempt to find a quiet place to read. Reading has always been something you loved, ever since you were a child, of course back then your mother would have to read to you, but you still enjoyed every second of it.

After walking for what felt like days, you reached a quiet hallway, spotting a room labeled Music Room 3. You pressed your ear against the door, checking for any practicing musicians. You didn’t hear any instruments so after taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

The aroma of rose petals filled your senses as you let your Y/E/C eyes get accustomed to the bright light. You blinked a few times before looking back up, shocked to spot six boys staring at you. You were even more shocked to spot Kaoru and Hikaru among them, they even appeared to be a little surprised themselves at seeing you there.

Before you were able to greet them, an attractive blonde boy with deep violet eyes spoke up with a velvety voice, “Ah, a new guest! Welcome, Princess, my name is Tamaki, the King around here. The Ouran Host Club welcomes you!”

He had moved forward while talking so he now stood right in front of you, he grabbed your hand and before you had time to question his forwardness (and gross use of the pet name ‘Princess’), he pulled you into his chest, “Now tell me, which one of us do you find the most attractive?”

He stared into your eyes before twirling you around so your back was now pressing into his chest, giving you a view of the others. At first, you spotted the twins, they seemed to be avoiding your gaze and you being too embarrassed to smile, you looked at the rest of the boys. It immediately caught onto you that each of them seemed to have a sort of stereotypical character trait that made them stand out. You assumed Kaoru and Hikaru were known for being identical twins (obviously). You looked at the boy standing next to them, he was big and scary looking, but on his shoulders sat a smaller boy holding a stuffed pink bunny rabbit who looked like a harmless little kid. Aha! The opposite duo, the innocent child, and the intimidating yet gentle beast. You then brought your gaze to the boy on their left. He had gentle yet firm eyes and on his face he was sporting a pair of glasses, so he was probably the brainiac. And the jackass blonde behind you who manhandled you is the obviously the leader of the group, or in another term, the king. But why have a bunch of different attractive characters? Then it clicked, Ouran Host Club!

Time to have a little fun with these boys. You turned around, placing your hands on Tamaki’s chest and making sure to appear as though you were blushing and shy, keeping your voice high pitched you said, “Well gosh! I’m not sure! It’s so hard to decide... C-can I be honest?”

He leaned in, resting his hands around your waist and lower back. Even though you knew he was just trying to seduce you, you couldn’t help the chills that rand down your spine and the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

You quickly recovered, looking into his eyes through your long and delicate eyelashes, “None of you.”

You aggressively pushed him off you, making him stumble a little.

You faced all the boys and smirked, “I know what operation you’re running here, and let me tell you, your little tactics aren’t going to work on me.”

Tamaki brushed off his uniform jacket before looking at you and calmly asking, “Tell us then, what operation are we running here?”

“You’re a host club, entertainers, a brothel of sorts.”

All the boys gasped, Tamaki seeming to look the most hurt, “Brothel?! We’re not a brothel! We’re hosts, are job is to make women happy!”

I rolled my eyes, “Right, anyway, I’m assuming you’re somehow profiting off this service of yours, so that’s even more shallow.”

You turn around, facing the blonde boy, “And you,” you point a finger at him with a stern look on your face, “I know the likes of you. All charm yet they’re all full of lies. Boys like you, ones that are narcissistic and egocentric, are more hideous than any beast.”

He gasped, and you knew you got under his skin. You now stood right in front of him, feeling the eyes of the boys on you, “Because boys like you are rotting on the inside, which automatically makes you disgusting and vile looking all around, no matter how,” you look him up and down, clearly checking him out, “appealing you are to the eyes.”

As you stepped back, you saw that Tamaki was blushing and you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or from you checking him out.

He began to stutter but you turned back towards the boys, “I hope you all know that there’s more to life than just being a stereotype.”

You turn towards the door, ready to leave when you hear one of the boys call out, “Wait!”

With an eye roll, you stop and spin on your heels, raising a questioning eyebrow.

The one with the glasses spoke up, “What do you mean by, ‘stereotype’?”

“I mean, every boy in this room is a different stereotype, a different character if you will. Hikaru and Kaoru are the wildly identical twins, these two are the gentle giant and childish little boy duo, you are the kind brainiac, and Tamaki is the king, correct?”

The boy with glasses raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, signaling that indeed you were correct.

Tamaki spoke up, “Wait a minute! I told you my name, but I never told you Hikaru and Kaoru’s. How do you know them?”

“I wouldn’t say I really know them, we just introduced ourselves in the class we share.”

Tamaki looked to the twins for confirmation, they both nodded before speaking, “It’s true, this is Y/N, she’s a first year. We share Class 1-A.”

Tamaki pursed his lips, “Y/N, huh? That’s a lovely name. Tell me, are you the new student that just transferred here?”

You look Tamaki in the eyes before speaking, “Yes, I am.”

The childish blonde boy spoke up this time, “My name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey Senpai! This here is Takashi Morinozuka! And you can call him Mori Senpai!”

Ahhh, the Haninozuka’s and the Morinozuka’s, amazing fighters. Their family’s had a lot of history together, and history with your own family as well. Your great grandfather and both Honey Senpai and Mori Senpai’s grandfathers were good friends, and to this day your families were still friends. Although, this was the first time you had ever seen them in person.

Honey pointed to the boy with the glasses, “This is Kyoya Ootori, also known as Kyoya Senpai! And him over there,” he pointed to Tamaki, “That’s Tamaki Suoh, Tamaki Senpai! He’s our king!”

Ootori, his father owned The Ootori Group, a large and successful medical facility. And Suoh, his father was the chairman, your father had spoken to him about you transferring here.

The twins stepped forward, “And you already know us, Y/N.”

You gave a nod and a smile, “Indeed I do.”

You heard Tamoki grumble but ignored him as Kyoya spoke up, “Say, Y/N, what’s your last name?”

Your eyes involuntarily widened. If you told them your last name, no matter how much your parents shielded you from the news and public, they’d still be able to find out who you were. Did it matter to you if they knew? I mean, the school will found out eventually, right?

You looked him in the eyes, forcing your voice to come out steady, “Y/L/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Kyoya’s eyes widened a little and you knew that he recognized you. You had to admit, he was smart.

Tamaki spoke up, “Y/L/N? Where have I heard that before?”

“Yeah,” Honey agreed, “The last name seems very familiar to me!”

Kyoya answered their questions, “Her father owns Y/L/N Jewelers, a jewelry company known worldwide for their intricate, handcrafted creations. Plus, her father is of royal blood.”

All the boys’ mouths were agape except for Mori and Kyoya.

“So, you’re like, very rich?” Tamaki asked in a weak voice.

You giggled at his drama, “Yes, I’m very rich. But you see, I don’t go around flaunting my money or power, in fact, I’d rather nobody else knew my real identity. So if you could keep that secret, that would be great.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Hikaru spoke up, “You know that you’re the most powerful and wealthiest one at this school and your choosing not to say anything?! Do you realize how popular you could be?! Girls will envy you, boys will want to be with you! You’re just going to throw that all away?!”

You pretended to think about it for a second, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, I should get going, see you guys!”

“Hold it!” Tamaki shouted, “Let’s say, we don’t want to keep your secret? What if we want to tell the whole school?”

“I mean, although I’d prefer you not to, I can’t stop you. Well, technically I can, but I won’t.”

Honey spoke, “So you’re not going to tell people but you won’t stop us if we want to?”

I smiled and nodded, “Correct, Honey Senpai.”

“You’re the weirdest girl I’ve ever met,” Kaoru said.

“Y/N,” Kyoya caught your attention, “How would you feel about being our first female host?”

Tamaki’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor and your eyes widened in surprise at his offer, “Oh, well, I’m not sure, you guys seem to have your own little thing going on and I don’t want to intrude and-“

“Please, you wouldn’t be intruding. I can see you have lots of potential, You’re pretty, I can see you have fire in you, and you figured out our character’s quicker than anyone we’ve ever seen.”

You brushed off his compliment and thought about his offer. Be a host? But don’t they entertain girls? Although you don’t really care, don’t they already do that on their own?

“I wouldn’t be bringing you any business, I’m sure there aren’t many girls who would be interested.”

Kyoya shook his head, “You wouldn’t host to girls, Y/N, you’d host to boys.”

“Oh.”

Hosting to boys? That could be interesting.

“So what do you say?”

“Um, sure, I guess. It could actually be pretty fu-“

“Hold it right there!” Tamaki cried, “She can’t just join our club! Not without getting the approval of daddy!”

The other boys looked at Tamaki with an irritated glare. You tried not to laugh at the fact that he just referred to himself as ‘daddy’.

He laughed nervously, “And without the approval of the other hosts too.”

You turned to him with a bored expression, “Okay. How do I get your ‘approval’, oh wise king!”

His face lit up at my use of his title but quickly fell when he realized I was being sarcastic, “You’ll have to show us that you can actually host, you’ll have to woo one of us. And then we’ll vote if you can join, majority rules. Deal?”

He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I couldn’t help but feel as though I was making a deal with the devil. Wasn’t Lucifer said to be devilishly handsome as well?

I shook his hand, smirking, “Deal.”

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REQUESTS - FANDOMS I WRITE FOR <3

Hey everybody! I’ve decided to make a list of the fandoms/relationships I write for! I usually write one-shots/short stories! IF INTERESTED PLEASE DM! Check me out on ao3 :)

Arcane

Vi x Caitlyn

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Katara x Zuko

Euphoria

Rue x Jules

Fezco x Lexi

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Draco

Haikyuu!!

Kageyama x Hinata

Howl’s Moving Castle

Howl x Sophie

Miraculous Ladybug

Chat Noir x Ladybug

Chat Noir x Marinette

Adrien x Ladybug

Adrien x Marinette

(I DON’T WRITE STORIES DEPICTING SELF-HARM/MENTAL ILLNESS SOLELY BECAUSE I DO NOT FEEL AS THOUGH I AM EDUCATED ENOUGH ON THE SUBJECT, THANK YOU)

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It’s Funny How Fast the Night Changes

Summary: 

Fezco reveals a secret that changes your entire relationship.

Pairing: 

Fezco x reader

Words: 

374

Warnings: 

Swearing, Mentions of drugs and sex

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A/N: 

Hey guys!! this is my first ever story and I hope you like it :)

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“Shit... you’re different, I just- I don’t know,” Fez’s voice stops abruptly, he sounded flustered.

You turn to face him, he looks... nervous? In the two months of you two being ‘friends’ he has never once looked nervous, always so fucking carefree. That’s something you envied about him. He could be held at gunpoint and he’d barely break a sweat. Maybe that was just from all the weed he smoked, or maybe it was just who he was. So as you sat there, in the passenger seat of his car parked in front of your house, you were absolutely baffled at this new emotion.

You took a deep breath as a way to calm your nerves, the car was buzzing with a different type of energy than what you were used to, “I’m just what, Fez?”

You reached your arm out and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, “You can tell me.”

He looked down at your hand, then at you, seeing the gentle smile you had on your face before looking down to his lap, he took a deep breath “I just care about you, so fucking much. And it scares the shit out of me cause I know you don’t fuck with me like that. Y/N, two months ago when we started our friends with benefits shit, we promised no feelings or strings attached... and now I-“ he made eye contact with you, “I broke that promise. Fuck, Y/N, I love you.”

Holy shit. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. The tough drug dealer you fucked on the weekends, the same one that gave you free drugs because you two were fucking, the same one that you fell hopelessly in love with, just told you that he felt the same way.

“A-Are you being serious?”

“Of course I’m being serious, I don’t play about shit like this.”

“Fez...,” You looked deep into his electric blue eyes, “I love you too.”

You have him one last smile before you two quickly slammed your lips together. Sure, you’ve kissed many times before, (I mean, hell, you guys nearly fuck ten times a week), but tonight was different. Before they were ‘no strings attached’ kisses, but tonight they’re is nothing more than raw and fiery passion.