#I want to write a fic for everything but. icant

[zhoushuyis]

RaySand fluff that lives in my head rent free™️:

Sand reminding Ray to eat and take his vitamins on time

Ray peeling oranges and feeding slices to Sand as he works on his thesis project

Ray being the business head of their wine business, outsourcing work and not doing a single damn thing except the critical decision making. Sand just sits and stares at him with awe

Sand bringing home hair clips for Ray’s hair. They are yellow and have smileys on them. Him dying of cuteness aggression when Ray actually wears them.

Ray stealing his boyfriends tshirts meanwhile Sand loves to raid Ray’s closet and dress him in different styles

Sand takes Ray to concert dates, movie dates, amusement park dates

Ray takes Sand to beach dates, dessert dates, fancy dinner dates, after which they go eat ramen at a convenience store cz the fancy food was bland

Ray gifting Sand a nice silk shirt to wear on their fancy dinner date

Cuddling and watching movies and ordering take out in their PJs (Sand’s PJs)

Ray didn’t have many hobbies cz he drank his life away. So now he takes up cute lil hobbies like buying vinyl records, watching mystery movies and skincare

Ray having lasting effects of alcohol withdrawal - anxiety, tremors and lower appetite - They go on long walks and Sand fights his tantrums to make him eat 

“Come over and sleep with me. I can’t sleep.” “Should we move in together?”

Ray and Sand dancing at the bar and making out in the corner and being yelled at by their friends for taking too long to get drinks

“I want you to have your dream too” “You are my dream, Sand”

[thran-duils]

alt storyline

Per a couple requests, this is the other chapter I had started writing for Lost in Zero Gravity. It would not have ended the story and just added to the angst. And like I said, I felt we were all deserving of some (bittersweet) happiness for an ending. 😘 It is not a complete chapter since I stopped writing (and it is more than 1,200 words like I said on the other chapter, whoops. Almost 1,600).

I am done writing the story but am willing to share this!

Tony had been acting more distant as the weeks passed. He had even let you go to a doctor appointment without him, much to your immense shock. That was the moment you knew for sure that something was up. Steve had looked stunned as well seeing you walk in alone and you did not miss the brief look of satisfaction when you told him Tony was busy. He was in good spirits, coercing you to go next door so he could at least buy you lunch. Daryl was there, so you accepted since he was going to be sitting with you. Afterward, Steve had offered you a ride home, but you turned him down, leaving with Daryl.

As time went on after that, Tony was staying away for longer spans of days and when he was there, he was standoffish. He slept in the bed, but he brushed off your advances more often than not, telling you he did not want to “tussle the baby”. You had tried to say sex was perfectly fine during pregnancy, but he was firm. The nights he was not there, the bed was cold, and you were lonely. You wondered where he was. To you, there were only two options: He was either reconciling with Alessia or he had found another.

You were in your seventh month, and you cradled your stomach, sitting on the patio in the setting sun. It was getting to be unbearably hot, and the pregnancy made it even worse. You had AC inside, but you wanted fresh air, even if it meant sweltering in the August heat. The sweating was doing nothing to help lift your mood either. You found yourself alone again and when you had texted Tony asking if he was going to come over, he had responded not tonight. You felt miserable for yourself, sniffling every so often.

He had voiced his opposition to the situation from the beginning. He would not touch your stomach and you feared that it was what was driving the wedge between the two of you. You were not the fun side piece anymore, you were pregnant. That was not sexy, especially not with another man’s child.

Maybe this would cause you to be free of Tony too.

And that thought made you scared. Birth was not far off and after that, then what? If Tony was moving on and Steve was off with his child and his wife, where did that leave you? The apartment would be gone soon. You had no money of your own since you had not been allowed to work ever since this arrangement came into motion. And Steve was not giving you the money you owed him, he was just writing off the debt. And how would you work that out with Tony on his end for what you owed him? What if Tatiana would not take you back? You had caused a lot of stress for her. And you were not sure you even wanted to go back to the escort business.

Tears stung your eyes. This is exactly why you had not wanted any of this in the first place.

Later in the night, you were sitting on the couch, staring at nothing, still lost to your intrusive thoughts. The console had long since turned off after inactivity and you were sitting there in silence, eyes watery.

Running your thumb over the screen of your phone, you held it tight, just begging yourself for the strength to not do what you were thinking.

But the loneliness got the better of you.

“Y/N? Is something wrong? It’s late,” Steve answered sounding worried.

“No... no nothing’s wrong. With the baby,” you said, sniffling.

“What’s going on?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, caressing your abdomen. What the hell were you doing?

“Nothing. I’m sorry for calling so late. Goodnight,” you told him quickly before hanging up.

He was calling you back instantly and you sighed heavily, clutching the phone. He knew something was wrong and he was not going to let it go. You answered him.

“Y/N?” He questioned when you did not answer straight away.

“I’m here,” you said quietly.

“What is going on?” he repeated more forcibly. You shrugged even though he could not see you. “Do you need something?”

Your vision blurred as tears stung your eyes, your heart tugging at how concerned he sounded. “I’m lonely,” you whispered pathetically as some tears escaped.

“Where’s Tony?”

“Not here,” you admitted tearfully. “Again.”

You heard Steve sigh from the other end of the phone.

“I hate being this person, but I did tell you, dove. He has the attention span of a goldfish. I’m honestly surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop the well of tears but it did not help. You sniffled again, wiping at your eyes.

“I know you did,” you whispered.

“You want me to come over?”

Your heart pounded. Was that what you wanted? Really? He was willing to do it, sounding eager too; he had not hid that undertone completely. You wanted company. You wanted touch. And he was the father... your mind flashed to your doctor appointments where he seemed to cherish touching your stomach, his face alight.

“Yes,” you said hoarsely.

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Steve got up quickly from bed, going to his closet to put some clothes on. He was grinning. That stupid bastard had done exactly what Steve had expected him to do and he had pushed Y/N right back to him. He knew Tony was going to get jealous the more he was faced with seeing Steve’s child growing and Tony was the poster child for self-destructive behavior. Steve had played the long game and it looked like it was paying off.

As he left the closet, he barely spared a glance at the empty side where Cecile’s clothes used to be.

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Steve walked into the apartment past you, and you closed the door behind him. His eyes were wandering over the layout. You were watching him closely, still disbelieving of yourself that you had allowed him to come over. His eyes landed on you again and he cracked a small smile. “Well, I will say, I was shocked to learn how close you were to Tony’s.”

“Me too.”

“Not your choice then?” Steve asked and you shook your head in confirmation. He made a small noise of acknowledgment before he moved further into the apartment, and you followed. Luna jumped up on one of the island barstools and meowed at him. He smirked, “Haven’t forgotten me then?” He reached out giving her a small scratch behind the ears.

“It’s certainly more Victorian than the last place. Not usually the taste I would think Tony would choose. He’s usually so sleek. But since it’s closer and he was keeping you away, seems well enough. It is a beautiful layout in a nice neighborhood. I’m glad he kept you safe in that way. And the little one, of course. Just making sure the both of you are doing alright and safe is what’s important.”

Steve turned to you when you didn’t respond and he saw you clenching your jaw, tears brimming. He exhaled softly, “Oh, dove.”

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Tony grabbed his slacks off the carpet and tugged them on over his boxer briefs.

“You’re not staying?” Yanira asked from behind him on the bed. She was still wrapped up in the sheets.

“No,” Tony chuckled, shooting her a look. “Did I stay last time?”

“No,” she answered him, looking slightly out off by his attitude. “But... I would like it if you would.”

She was pretty enough. He had slept with her once before and had gotten a whiff of desperation about her. After a couple other one-night stands, he had circled back, thinking the sex was worth the risk of her being potentially clingy. It had been good, but he was not going to do this a third time. Not with the way she was trying to get him to stay. The clingy feeling was not a potential anymore, it was a reality. It was not attractive and furthermore, a third time would indicate something serious, and he did not want to give off that vibe. This was strictly casual.

He was using a different escort service than Tatiana’s, not wanting to potentially order a girl who happened to know Y/N and would tell Elisha and then Elisha would tell Y/N. He did not want that mess. As soon as Y/N was done with this business with Steve, everything would go back to normal.

Tony snatched his dress shirt off the ground and threw it around his shoulders. “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go.”

He heard her sigh, and he rolled his eyes, his back to her. He buttoned up his shirt quickly and finished dressing himself. Snatching his cell phone off the side table, he froze seeing he had a missed call and a text from Wylan.

“Is Mr. Rogers supposed to be here? He said Y/N called him?”

Tony opened his phone to see if he had any missed texts from Y/N but there was nothing past when he had told her he was not coming tonight.

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Tony walked into the apartment and found Steve coming down the hallway.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tony snarled.

“I was coming for water,” Steve said in an eerily calm voice. “Can you keep it down? Y/N is finally sleeping.”

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we’re so close to done with requests, lads, we are in the home stretch i just wanted to say thank you again for all the requests it brings me so much joy having people read my writing and enjoying it and making time to share this dumb series with me it really makes me feel close to all of you to share stupid headcanons and shitposts and smut

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