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allywthsr · 11 months ago

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CHARITY STREAM | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando stream 24h for charity! Lots of gaming and chatting

wordcount: 1.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: tumblr wouldn’t let me post anything?? It’s late again!🥲

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Lando and you started a new tradition this year.

This year you wanted to do a little charity stream during the holidays, where people could donate, and in the end, the money would go into different organizations. Shelters for homeless people, women’s shelters, and on your request, some animal shelters as well.

You two also donated twenty thousand pounds to kick things off, and you hoped people would give some of their money to a good cause, no matter how much money someone donates, every penny counts and is helping someone to survive. Especially during Christmas and the winter, it was harder for people that do not have a stable home to survive, eat, shower, or even go to the toilet. That was something, they didn’t always have access to, and that is why you and Lando decided to do this charity stream.

The stream is twenty-four hours long, a full day of streaming, mostly it will be Lando in front of the camera because the people want to see him, but you would join him. It’s going to start with some cookie baking, and then you go straight to the PC to play games, Fortnite, CoD, the Truck simulator, and the Santa simulator were already planned, just as a lot of talking to the chats and every hour you would explain and introduce one more shelter, you donate to.

And that’s where you were sitting right now, in front of the computer, next to Lando and the ring light behind his PC was providing you with light. Lando clicked on the start button, and the stream loaded, the first few hello’s and comments started rolling in.

”Hey guys, Y/N and I decided to do something new this year. Today we’re raising money for charity, not everyone is privileged enough to have a roof over their head, so we want to donate money to different organizations. Y/N and I are gonna stream for twenty-four hours, we’re playing different games, but first, we start with some cookie baking, I‘m going to switch you to the kitchen cam, and then we‘re going to cut out cookies.“

You prepared the cookie dough two hours ago and it sat in the fridge, waiting for you two to roll it out. Lando switched to the kitchen cam, and you two appeared behind the kitchen island, on the island there were many cookie cutters, flour, baking paper, and multiple rolling pins scattered. You opened the fridge and took the cookie dough on the counter, taking a piece of it and rolling it out with a rolling pin.

Lando started to press different cookie cutters into the dough.

”Chat, what do you think about my Santa?“

After a few seconds, comments came in complementing him, ”It’s not that hard baby, you used a cookie cutter.“

”She‘s always negative, chat, I don’t know why she’s even here.“

Obviously, he was joking, squeezing your hips shortly after he said that. The next half hour was spent cutting out the dough into small shapes with the cookie cutters and taking out baked cookies from the oven.

”Alright chat, we‘ll go over to the PC and play some games, maybe later we will go back to the kitchen and decorate them.“

You two sat at the PC and looked at the chat, reading some comments, donations were already coming in and Lando was thanking every single one of them. The count was already at two thousand of just viewer donations, some crazy people are out there and it astonished you. Now Lando sat in his gaming chair, while you sat in your chair and with your MacBook in front of you, Fortnite open and ready to play. You two were playing in duos and when the first game started, you two were freaking out. Lando wasn’t a pro, just like you aren’t, you were dying before you even picked up a gun and Lando wasn’t any better, stream snipers were making your life hard and you tried to play it for two hours but after not getting a win, it was time to stop playing that frustrating game.

You switched to just talking to the chat, by now twenty thousand people were watching, and they had a lot of questions. It wasn’t like you were in a new relationship with Lando, most of his fans only knew him with you on his side, you‘ve been with him since he started his Formula One career, but you retold your whole getting-to-know-each-other story. Ditching questions that had anything to do with marriage or kids, you both wanted to focus on life and your careers and touch that topic later in life, a lot of people didn’t get that, and had to spam the comments. So you decided to play the next game, the Santa simulator.

Lando started off with collecting presents for different children, having to decide if they get something good or just a piece of coal. Lucas was not focusing on school but more on his hobby, no Lando had to decide what he would get, because of Lando’s own school history, Lucas got a big new bike like he wished. Marie was always a good girl, cleaning up behind herself, a good student, and always on her best behavior. Because Lando thought she needed to be more rebellious, she got some coal, but a new pair of slippers too, so she wouldn’t feel to... sad. Next, he had to take care of the reindeers, brushing their fur and feeding them before putting them in front of the sleigh, the last thing that needed to be done was to deliver the presents. Lando had to fly through the sky and ditch multiple obstacles, landing safely on houses without getting noticed by anyone. The sliding down the chimney and laying the presents underneath the tree was the hardest part, he had to do it as quietly as possible, so he wouldn’t wake up any of the kids. In the end, most of the kids weren’t happy with their presents and he wasn’t quiet enough, the mission was failed, but you two had fun.

Six hours in and eighteen more to go, next Lando wanted to play CoD, you had an important phone call, so you couldn’t join or watch him, but after two hours of discussing things with your and Lando’s management, Lando was still playing it.

”This is the last round, baby“, he said as you sat down next to him on your chair. You pulled out your phone to check some reactions to the stream, so far people were loving it. When the clock hit the next full hour, it was time to announce the next sponsor, this hour you talked about the Red Cross, what they did, and how people could help outside of the stream.

While chatting about that, Lando got touchy and placed his hand on your cross-legged thigh, caressing it gently. Immediately comments about that came in and people were swooning over Lando’s need of physical attention.

”Chat, what should we play?“

Comments were saying Fortnite or the truck simulator, so you two chose the truck simulator, Lando and you hadn’t played that game since lockdown ended and you even got a little excited. You linked your MacBook with Lando’s game and now you could play together, fulfilling quests and pushing each other off the street. The room was filled with laughter and screams, as the others always pushed the truck off or doing everything they weren’t supposed to do, like hitting different cars or turning the wrong way.

After Lando shut off the game, it was hour ten and you two got hungry, in between the games you‘d already prepared some snacks, but you needed an actual dinner, so quickly you boiled some pasta and made a quick sauce. You brought it to Lando and you two made an unplanned asmr session, most of the people loved how you weirdly slowly chewed your pasta and when Lando smushed around the sauce, you couldn’t contain your laughter in between bites.

Lando had a Lego piece he wanted to build for quite some time, but he never did, so he got the package out and poured out all the bags. What you thought would take an hour, turned out to take four hours, Lando got confused at some steps and had to redo them, as you were focused on a different step. But you never thought it would take you so long, stretching your knuckles and fingers after you finished.

After talking to the chat, you reminded Lando of the cookies that were still untouched in the kitchen and he quickly switched to the kitchen cam, where he sat and waited for you to prepare the chocolates and sprinkles. Lando wasn’t the most patient man, so mostly the cookies got dipped in the chocolate and maybe some sprinkles were put on the chocolate. But most of them were eaten before they could be decorated anyway.

Next, you did the gingerbread house challenge, if you were in the kitchen anyway.

With only six hours to go, and the struggle to stay awake, you drank multiple beverages with caffeine. You played another round of Fortnite, joined by Max F. and you even won one round, mostly because you got carried by someone, but the end result mattered.

Going in the last three hours, a lot of chatting and watching YouTube videos was done, compilations of Y/N and Lando being cute or the latest unboxed. In the end you raised over forty thousand pounds, saying goodbye to the chat when the twenty four hour mark was crossed. Lando ended the stream and you let out a big sigh, finally you didn’t have thousand of eyes on you anymore, with a stretch, you linked Lando’s and your hand together and pulled him to the bed, ready for a big nap.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine

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novantinuum · 4 months ago

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Gen Words: 2.8K~ Summary: Not too long after making peace with Homeworld and sparking the start of Era 3, Steven wakes up one morning to discover some... notable changes about himself.

AKA: The one where Steven finally hits his growth-spurt. All at once. Because of course the half-Gem kid could never experience such a human thing like puberty in a "normal" way.

[Part 1 of 2]

Just a few seconds later, knuckles rap against the door in answer to his perturbed cry.

“Yo Steve-o, that you in there?” Amethyst calls.

“Y-yeah?” he stammers. His brows threading inwards, he delicately runs his fingers over the ridge upon his throat, very much thrown off by the distinctly lower tenor of the sound coming from his own mouth. He swallows hard, pushing himself to speak again. Come on Steven, he berates himself, think of something lighthearted. This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. No need to completely freak out over this yet. “Who else would I be? It’s not like the whole town uses this bathroom…”

“I mean, I do sometimes. For fun.”

“Okay, fair point, but—”

“Dude, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you like, sick or somethin’?“

“No, it’s just—”

He squeezes his eyes shut, blocking out all the nebulous, spinning distractions of his mind and the world beyond. Deep breath. It’s okay. Tons of things about his form may be entirely different right now, but like… he seems fine. Right?? Nothing about his body feels tangibly wrong like it did when he willfully stretched himself out on his 14th birthday, or when he changed all his fingers into cats, or when he lost all control of his aging and morphed into an anciently old man and almost died, it’s just…

New.

New and wholly unfamiliar.

So what now? How can he bravely move forward with all this? What does he need to know?

“Have, uh… have you ever shapeshifted by accident in your sleep?”

“Not that I‘m aware of,” she says, and he can practically hear the shrug in her tone. “Shapeshifting is a conscious thing you do. It’s a choice, y’know? It doesn’t just happen.”

A good long moment passes as he drinks this information in. He runs his hand through the short curls at the back of his neck as he stands there in the pair of too-small banana yellow pajamas he fit in just fine last night, musing.

“Huh… I guess that makes things pretty simple, then.”

“What d’ya’—”

“Amethyst, I think I’m finally older,” he says, still absolutely mystified by this prospect as he gawks at himself in the mirror.

She gives a fond laugh. “Ch’a, right? You get older everyday, bud. Wild.”

“No, I mean I’m actually, physically older! Look!”

Steven whirls around and swings the bathroom door wide open to show her. Amethyst’s jaw drops.

“Whoa—! Dude!”

Chuckling nervously, he steps a few feet out, wriggling his bare toes against the wood floor. “I know, right?”

“What the heck, you weren’t kidding!” Before he can even move to say anything else, she spins on her heels and cups her mouth with her hands, hollering towards the temple door. “HEY, PEARL! GARNET! You gotta get out here and see this!”

His brows shoot towards his hairline, his heart hammering in his chest all the while at the thought of all the dumb show-and-tell he’s gonna have to deal with now. “Aww, come on, did you really have to—”

“Amethyst!” Pearl cries, scrambling through the still opening gap in the doorway with Garnet striding mere steps behind. She summons her spear from her gem and swings it to fighting stance with an artful flourish. “What happened? Where’s the threat? What do you need us for??”

Steven darts towards them, hands held up in a placating plea.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! There’s no danger! We’re fine. I just—”

“Oh, my stars—!” she gasps, allowing her spear to dissipate in a glittery flicker of light. “You’ve grown!”

“Nice look, Steven,” Garnet nods, a supportive smile gracing her lips.

“And you’re sure this is real this time? You’re not—?”

“No, no, I’m not stretching myself out, I promise. I just woke up like this.”

“B-but—” Pearl taps her fingers against her chin, appearing thoroughly puzzled— “I thought humans were supposed to age gradually, not all at once.”

Steven’s shoulders slump. “Well… that’s what I assumed too, but—”

“Come, sit with me,” Garnet says, walking around the warp pad to enter the living room. She sets herself down on the couch, patting the cushion in open invitation.

With a heavy, far too weary for his age sigh, Steven shoves his hands in the pockets of his too-small banana pajamas and plods his way over. The rest of the Gems follow suit. He settles himself right next to Garnet, with Pearl perched opposite to her and Amethyst happily lounging on the floor, leaning on the coffee table with her elbows.

“Steven’s aging hasn’t aligned with the norms of humanity for a very long time,” she observes, a glint of morning sun that’s beaming through the window catching on the edge on the edge of her star shaped visor. Then, turning to him: “I’m curious why you think this is.”

He hums, considering all the chaotic happenings of the past few years. Despite the rare query she poses, he gets the sense that… in her vast wisdom… she already knows the answer. Or at least, a small sum of it. It should be noted that her future vision— as far-reaching as it otherwise is with the vast possibilities of existence— can’t ever touch any knowledge that she won’t be conscious for or present to receive, let alone retroactively scry into the past.

(And honestly? Thank goodness for that.)

“I’m not sure,” he says, a half-lie.

He can think of one reason he might’ve started aging again. Though, it’s not something he’s ready to talk to the Gems about yet. It’s… far too delicate a topic to risk bringing up so soon after the start of peaceful Era 3. But after spending a whole childhood being constantly compared to and mistaken as various versions of his mom… let’s just say, having his gem torn from his body and getting to see it reform into a version of himself (and not her) was simultaneously the worst and the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him. While undeniably traumatic, this experience served as the ultimate proof that he doesn’t have to waste another second of his existence chewing away at some burgeoning identity crisis, that he can live his life however he wants. As Steven. Not as Rose, or Pink Diamond, just… Steven.

He’s not exactly sure how all this mental weirdness translates into him staying stuck looking like a little kid for like… six or so years, but after he returned home from his latest escapade on Homeworld, he could sense that— despite all the messed up stuff he and Connie went through— his spirit was lighter, somehow.

So maybe, he thinks, he simply had to peel away at all the damaged layers of his identity to ready himself to move on to the next stage of his life. Maybe he had to stare death in the eye and pass through the heart of the storm in spite of all these hardships before he could piece the foundational truths of his story back together and learn to finally live again.

To start shifting his hopeful gaze towards the dawn of their bright, sunny future…

“I mean, I always kinda thought he stopped aging because we never did,” Amethyst says then, laying her cheek on the table. “Like, it happened around the time you moved in with us, yeah?”

He purses his lips, scanning his memory. “Uh… I think so? It might have been a year before. Two, even. But I was definitely hanging out with y’all a lot by then.”

She leans over and playfully slugs him in the arm.

“See, there you go! You always wanted to be just like us when you were a kid, so much that you even wore that same ol’ star shirt every day to match ours, ha! You must’ve wanted to be a Gem so badly that you subconsciously stopped becoming older at all.”

“That’s actually a pretty solid theory, Amethyst,” Pearl chimes in. “Good thinking!”

“We have seen you shift your form in response to your perception of others around you,” Garnet says with a nod. “This has caused you to temporarily age and shapeshift in the past, but for you to age in a stable way now, your perception of self must have stabilized, too. I’m very happy for you, Steven.”

She tousles his mess of curls with her gold ringed hand, a welcome little offering of affection that he eagerly leans into.

And then, out of nowhere, Amethyst starts cackling.

“Dude,” she blurts out between her peels of laughter, nudging his foot with her elbow, “I just realized— Greg’s gonna totally lose his shit when he sees this…”

Pearl’s expression scrunches inwards with prickly displeasure. “Language!”

“What, it’s true!”

He waves Amethyst’s comment off. “Pshhh, my dad’s seen way weirder,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Like, did I ever tell y’guys how the cat fingers incident ended?”

“No!” the quartz exclaims with intensive fervor, and leans forward in anticipation. “Gimme the juicy deets, m’man!”

Garnet adjusts her visor then, her features falling into a dutiful line. “Speaking of Greg… story time can wait until later. Steven— if you want to see your father this morning, you need to head over there now… or there’s a good chance he’ll fall back asleep until one and you’ll miss your window.”

Amethyst’s lips fall into a pout as she slumps back against the foot of the couch, her arms crossed. “Awww, phooey. Spoil sport.”

He swallows a grimace as he internalizes Garnet’s prediction. Yeah, that sounds about right. That’s become a bad habit for his old man lately, staying up super late and then sleeping in almost half the day on weekends. Ever since he received that ten million dollar residues check it’s nothing that can hinder his financials anymore, thank goodness, but then again…

“Yeah… I should probably go make sure he wakes up,” he mutters, pushing his tired body off his seat. “I’ll need his help finding new clothes, anyways.”

The second he’s up and moving again, Amethyst darts around him and snatches his spot with such swift and viscous drive that one might believe this ploy were her sole quest and purpose in life. She stretches out against the seat back with a big, dramatic yawn, crossing her arms behind her head as she speaks.

“It’s too bad you can’t just… I dunno… summon whatever clothes you want out of light, like us. That’s like the biggest bummer of humanity, if you ask me.”

“And when do you ever experiment with your outfit enough to have a strong opinion about this?” Pearl prods, crossing her arms. “It took you almost a decade to fix that asymmetrical shoulder strap.”

“Well, P… I like to think of myself as a Gem who would experiment with my outfit. One day. If I’m ever really, really bored. Consider it an Era 3 aspiration.”

Steven rocks back and forth on his heels, absentmindedly fiddling with the fraying bottom hem of his pajama top.

“Okay, uh… well, I’m gonna dress to leave now, so—”

“Yeah, see ‘ya.”

“Send a text if you need anything!” Pearl says with a casual wave.

“And don’t forget…” Garnet begins, the ellipses in her tone practically visible with the naked eye.

He pauses in his dutiful march to the stairs— (a somewhat unsteady march… as it turns out, shooting up about a foot and a half in height overnight tends to impact one’s sense of balance for the worst, go figure)— turning back to intercept whatever life advice or future vision she’s prepared for him this time.

She grins, flashing him a quick heart with her hands instead. “We love you!”

Steven trudges across the hot sands to his dad’s car wash sans his favorite flip flops, trying his very darnedest to wipe away the developing grimace on his face all the while.

A small segment of him felt overjoyed when he first saw his reflection this morning, eager to look his age and finally grow up alongside his human friends. But after struggling to find anything that fits him even halfway right in his wardrobe, his good mood has rapidly spoiled. There’s a decent few reasons for this.

Reason number one: his old sandals are at least two sizes too small. His heels stick out over the end now, and the plastic thong digs into his toes something terrible. He literally can’t wear them without giving himself blisters. Ergo, his bare feet right now.

Reason number two: none of his jeans sit right around the waist anymore, plus they make him look like he’s waiting for a flood. (Though thankfully, he found a stretchy blue skirt buried in one of his drawers that will do the trick for now.)

And perhaps worst of all… reason number three: with his newly increased height, every single one of his treasured star shirts have been turned into ill-fitting crop tops, putting his gem on full display. He’s not against the concept of a crop top, but it sure ain’t a look he’s passionate about for everyday wear. It just feels… too exposing. Like, what about winter?? He can’t bear his whole midriff in winter, he’d freeze, and like… get hypothermia, or something. And not only that, but the longer he’s awake this morning the more an inescapable, thrumming ache starts to settle within the deepest core of his body, like even his bones themselves— the stubborn things— dare to object to this abrupt growth spurt.

Just… ugh. What an annoying hassle all these changes bring.

“Stupid shirt,” he grouses, tugging at the too-tight collar, “stupid sandals, stupid Gem puberty! Why, oh why can’t I ever go through human stuff normally?”

His bare foot catches upon a sizable stone hidden amongst the beach. On any other day he would’ve successfully broken his fall, stumbling forwards a few awkward steps before regaining his balance and continuing on his way. But with his body now so different, and his center of gravity entirely off from what he’s used to, he head plants straight into the ground.

Wow, he thinks, spitting sand out of his mouth and pushing himself back to his feet. How elegant. Truly the shining paragon of coordination and grace.

Thank goodness no one was watching. Next time he’ll just have to remember to float.

He arrives at his dad’s van with no further incident. The rear doors are— following Garnet’s prediction- cracked open. Dad’s awake, at least for now.

“Daaaaaaaad,” he hollers, cupping his hands around his mouth to project. “A really, really weird thing happened, and I kinda need your help!”

A few spare seconds pass, seconds filled with the rustles of shifting blankets, the sound of a book being shut closed, and his dad’s low murmurs. The doors swing wide, though not as wide as Dad’s eyes when they wander around their bright, sunny surroundings and eventually land square on him and his new look.

“Wh— Steven, holy smokes! Look at you!”

With an awkward chuckle, he scratches away at an itch at the nape of his neck. “Heh heh, I know, right?”

“You’re almost as tall as your old man! When did this happen? How did this happen?”

“Some point last night, I guess,” he shrugs. “I just woke up like this. But Dad—” he clings onto his arm with mounting desperation— “I need your help to find some new shirts. Don’t you have like… whole boxes of your old tour merch stashed away somewhere? I don’t wanna have to get rid of my star, I just— I just need a bigger size, or something.”

“Hmmm…” Dad muses, scratching at the scruff of his beard. “Well, maybe, but…”

“But what?”

“But if any of it’s still around, then it’s probably in Amethyst’s room. All of the stuff from the storage unit ended up with her, remember?”

“Oh…” he says, brows furrowed, not quite able to parse this fact within his memory yet. And then…

Ugh. That’s right.

Two New Years’ ago. The huge mess of crates and mattresses and long forgotten belongings. All that ridiculous Little Butler nonsense. Amethyst’s fight with Dad.

“Oh,” he mumbles, crossing his arms. “Right. Well, then let’s go find it!”

“R- right now?”

“Yeah, why not? I need new clothes, and you could see if there’s any old junk in there you might want to keep!”

With that, he grabs his dad’s hand and yanks him along, spirit filled with renewed purpose and vigor.

“And you’re sure you need my help for this?” Dad asks, lagging a step or two behind him as they march back across the beach together. “The Gems, they… well, they don’t usually want me going into the temple—”

“Oh, Amethyst will be fine,” he says with a wave of his palm. “She never cares when I go in there to check out her trash piles. ‘Sides, I need your help to find the right box! I have no idea what your old band stuff was stashed in.”

His dad flashes a tight smile, the sort he always serves up when he’s nervous, but also too timid to tell him that he’s nervous.

“Well… if you think she’ll allow it…” he relents, and picks up his pace to match his.

[End Part 1... more to be shared later.]

#i finished the art for this finally so y'all get a lil comic/fic exclusive until i can finish up the rest of it to post to AO3 #still trying to decide if i want to split this up or post it as one huge chapter anyways #su #steven universe #amethyst #garnet #pearl #greg universe #su fanart #su fanfic #my art stuff #my writing stuff #i've been working on and off on this short comic since december lol #and i've had pieces of this fic wip since 2019

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wonwoosthetic · 5 months ago

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Hi Maddie! Hope you are also keeping happy and healthy! Not sure how caught up you are on this week's going seventeen special, but I watched 'I want to see you do this' and totally thought that DK could have written that wish for Wonwoo in your Minnie fic. I imagine that instead of Hoshi, Minnie gets it, and chaos ensues even before they play that hat game. Her wish is maybe for someone to go to a ballet class or an aerial yoga class with her? Anyway, this isn't a request for you to write, I just wanted to let you know that I'm sometimes thinking of this imaginary world when I watch seventeen content now too. Take care! -boo's pld anon

HIIIII☺️ I know writing this took quite some time, I‘m so sorry!!!!🫶🏼🥺 I truly wasn’t very well caught up with GoSe sadly but let me just tell you: you sometimes thinking about my little fictional world on here when you watch Going Seventeen means so freaking much to me!!! Like… I can’t even believe it😭😭😭 you actually think about this?!?!? That’s insane and a massive compliment!!!!!

I absolutely loved this request and I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it!!!🫶🏼🤍Thank you again for being such a wonderful reader and anon and I can’t even put into words how much it means to me how emerged you are in this story🥺🥺🥺

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word count – 5k

pairing – minnie x svt

[GOING SEVENTEEN SPECIAL] ETC: I Want To See You Do This 🌷 Minnie

'I Want To See You Do This' was the title of the next game the group would play in the long list of what Minnie liked to call 'random games we once mentioned or kinda played and now get to do again'. She was sitting between Dino and Joshua when Minghao introduced the start of the video as he would be the MC for that game.

After a bracket of the idol group had their short jittery moment, the '97 Liner got to finally present the rules of what was to follow.

"You just need to write down something you don't want to do, but you want someone else to do," Minghao explained. "And then we're going to sit here," he pointed to the open space right in front of the couches they were occupying, "and play the hat game."

Minnie smirked to herself before she even opened her mouth to speak. "So like sending Mingyu skydiving?" Earning her a gentle elbow to her side by the '95 Liner to her left and a snarl from the other end of the line.

"Ha ha!" Her fellow '97 Liner called out in clear sarcasm while the rest couldn't help but chuckle.

The girl leaned forward, an annoyingly wide grin on her lips, and turned to the side. She stuck out her tongue in between her lips, getting another annoyed huff in return before Mingyu just copied her facial expression.

[we promise, SEVENTEEN really loves each other]

Before she could react, a soft hand on her arm pulled her back - at least the vice leader could keep one of the members in line.

"But didn't you say, you wanted to go skydiving?" The maknae suddenly wondered at the female member.

Woozi could only frown, mumbling quietly, "Who wants to go skydiving?"

"I do," Minnie nodded, falling back against the cushion behind her as she crossed her arms, "But Mingyu's being mean to me today, so I wanted to mention it." To which Dino could only shake his head with his signature laughter. The other '97 Liner held himself back with a scoff.

[another normal day in the life of roommates]

The producer of the group decided to change the topic. "You could write something you want to do on the chance that you get your own though."

"But the chance of that happening is one in 14," Mingyu clarified, getting corrected that for that day's shoot, it would actually be one in twelve as the two oldest of the group were missing due to their injuries.

"You could be really smart about this," Seungkwan started, "and write something that a member will find really difficult." Before changing his idea again. "Or, you write something that will be heartwarming and beautiful."

Getting a "That's right," in agreement.

Minnie perked up again, straightening her back to move her body forward, eyeing the members to her left that had just spoken. "And what about things you'd want to do with the members?"

"What would you want to do with others?" The '98 Liners nagged her with a smile, but the girl just shrugged.

"Don't we spend enough time together already?" The girl heard from the very end of the line, her gaze meeting Vernon's, who was clearly judging her question, based on his reaction.

"No, we don't!" She defended herself quickly. "At least not all of us."

"Who do you not spend enough time with, Minnie?" Dokyeom's kind voice rang through the room, getting a moment of silence from the girl as she glanced around at each member, thinking to herself.

"Mmmm," she hummed out loud, chuckling once she saw how some of them had started to avoid her gaze. "Junnie-hyung!"

"We just went out to eat together!" The '96 Liner replied, making her head snap towards him.

"And?"

"That was recently! We do spend time together." But that only got a frown out of the female member before she went on to the next one.

[not enough]

"Woozi-hyung!"

"We spend more than enough time together," he stopped her quickly, his palm facing her, putting a little sass to his words.

Minnie scoffed, "In the studio! That's hardly spending real time together."

But he ended the discussion promptly. "It's enough for me." Getting a round of laughter from every member, but her.

[today is a hard day for some people]

While the other ten of them were hardly able to control their chuckles, Minnie threw her hands up in desperation, "Do all of you not want to spend time with me?!"

"Noona," Dino put one hand on her arm and one on her back, comforting her as his lips stayed curled up. "I'll spend some time with you."

[maknae coming to the rescue]

With a big smile, she let her head drop to his shoulder, just as a,

"I'll spend more time with you too," came from her left - a voice she knew all too well.

[suddenly spending time together is popular]

She didn't even try to hide her grin as she looked past Joshua and found Wonwoo's eyes fixed on her, sending him a nudge with her head,

"Thank you," followed by a sweet grin.

Minghao continued to lay out the rules of the game, letting everyone know that the person who would lose, aka have the red hat in their grip by the end of the round, would have to post a picture or video as evidence of them executing their penalty.

"Wait, but I don't get this-" Seungkwan interrupted. "Are you writing this for a specific member?"

"No, no, no." Before anyone else could even open their mouths, Mingyu beat them to it, "You just write, 'I want to see you do this'. And whoever picks it has to do it."

"But what if I want a specific member to do it?" Minnie wondered, mostly hoping that only the members right next to her had caught it, but her voice seemed to have been loud enough as her fellow '97 Liner continued to run his mouth.

"Well, that's not what this program is about," he told her monotonously. A clear frown formed on her forehead as she turned to glance over at the slightly older member. Shooting her brows up, Minnie nodded at him in annoyance,

"Sorry for asking," slightly rolling her eyes before sulking back into her seat. The members could only chuckle at their antics again, deciding to move on, not commenting on their behaviour even more.

Minghao, being the good and well-prepared MC he was, had started ripping apart the notebook, to hand out exactly 12 sheets of paper. Once everyone had gotten one and Mingyu finally passed around the remaining pens, each member got down to writing. They mostly kept to themselves, some clearly grinning as they put down the penalty they had come up with. The clear box in the middle of the room was slowly filled up by the crumbled-up pieces of paper.

"I probably won't get mine," Dokyeom commented as he stood, strutting over to the box.

Minnie smiled, "I hope I get mine." But Minghao was already shaking his head,

"If you get yours, we'll go again."

"Then I won't say that I pulled my own penalty," she sheepishly grinned at him, to which he could only shake his head with a chuckle.

[keeping secrets]

Finally, it got to the point of the lucky draw. The MC followed the line of the members, letting each pull out one piece of paper after the other. They were ordered to keep them folded, yet, of course, not everyone had gotten that message.

Dino's million-dollar cackle made the girl turn her head, her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Did you look at it already?" She asked him as if she didn't already know.

He nodded, continuing his chuckles. "Who wrote this?" Making Minnie's nosiness spike up. "It's nice. It's very nice," he kept on saying to himself.

"Oh-" Minnie laughed, "Then it's not mine."

The youngest turned towards her. "Why, what did you write?"

"I'll tell you once the member reads it," she assured him.

They decided to go down the same line in which they pulled their penalties, starting with Vernon and ending with Minghao. The '98 Liner didn't seem all too excited about possibly having to become TWS' manager for one day but took it without any complaints before they moved on to Jun.

"Write a sincere letter to a member and buy them a gift."

As soon as he had finished reading it out loud, the group already had an idea of who this could've been written by.

"Members? All 13?" Dino misunderstood.

"It doesn't say 'all 13'," Jun showed them the piece of paper. But as soon as Minnie's seat neighbour spoke up, she had made up her mind about who could've possibly written that 'penalty'.

"Just one member," Joshua let him know, to which the girl glanced at the '95 Liner with a cheeky smile. She got a chuckle out of him before he shoved her slightly, making her lean into his side and wrap her hands around his biceps. Another hint was a slight misspelling, but even without it, the group knew it could've only been him.

"Hey," Hoshi suddenly started, gaining the attention of the room. "But at least that one had a set person. Mine says, 'I want to see you pole dancing'."

The entire room erupted in loud laughter and almost immediately, Minnie felt a smack to her upper arm - the maknae couldn't control himself - but she tried to not react as best as she could. Failing. Hard.

"What?" Mingyu chuckled, throwing his head back against the couch.

"Minnie, who do you want to see pole dancing?" Seungkwan's sudden accusation made her shoot up.

"What?! Why me?"

"As if this could've been written by anyone else!" The '98 Liner threw at her.

For a second, the girl fell silent, letting the members' laughter die down before she snapped back.

"So what?!" Getting another round of chuckles in response. She shook her head and turned towards Hoshi, grinning at him as he met her eye. "Let's do a class together."

"Together?!" He stopped her with a cackle, the members joining him only a second later.

"Ah- no- wait-," Minnie tried to explain, but interrupted herself with her own laughter. Quickly, she hid behind the oldest member's shoulder, gripping onto them with her life. Suddenly the situation felt a lot different than what she had wanted it to be like. "That sounded weird," she sulked. "Please cut that out," smiling shyly at the producers, who had been laughing just as much as the members.

"That's not what I meant..." she quietly said, but no one was believing her, still insanely amused at the scene.

Woozi shook his head in disbelief, "Mh, sure."

"I don't know what sounds worse. You wanting to see someone pole dance or wanting to do a class with them," Joshua added, earning him a sharp smack to his arm.

"Don't make it weird!" She complained, still whining.

"Did you have someone specific in mind?" Dokyeom continued teasing her, only grinning even harder once he saw her eyes glaring at him.

"No!" She defended herself, even though the question had caught her off-guard.

He continued to push her further, "Who did you want to get the card?"

"You have to be honest, you can't lie!" Seungkwan added, making her roll her eyes.

"I didn't have anyone specific in mind!"

"Are you sure?" Seungkwan made his eyebrows wiggle, continuing to stare at the girl, who was already glaring at him.

"Yes!" She snarled at him, "I told you, I want to spend more time with you." Mumbling to herself, "Idiots..." which only the audio technician caught as he started to chuckle. Her lips curled up at his reaction.

"Spending time together in a pole dancing class?" Mingyu jumped into the conversation, but Minnie only sent a warning finger straight at him.

"Minnie," Hoshi started again. "I would do this happily. Alone or together

with you." His comment made the female member smile. "Even though it sounds weird." And with that, it faded just as quickly, getting a chuckle from the members surrounding her. A comforting hand found its way onto her knee. Joshua had noticed the slight heat that had come up to her cheeks, making him smile even more as she shook her head in embarrassment, crossing her arms in defence.

If Mingyu were to lose, he'd have to write a book report, which they agreed on, would never see the light of day or take multiple years to finish. Minnie couldn't help but smile to herself, not remembering the last time she had seen him even pick up a book out of a reason other than cleaning hers and Wonwoo's up from the living or dining room.

Woozi drew having to go to a workshop retreat alone - which, even he himself, admitted to never wanting to do completely on his own.

And then came Dino, who read out loud,

"I want to see you climb to the top of Halla Mountain and shout 'Hooray'," getting the entire room to laugh and gasp in synch. It wouldn't take him forever, only about 4.5 hours, but still, it was regarded as the highest point in the entire country, altitude-wise.

"Wow," Jun exclaimed, "who wrote that? That's good!"

Considering, the place was in Jeju, Minnie's glance immediately fell on the '98 Liner on her left. And Minghao seemed to have had the same thought as he pointed at the younger member,

"Seungkwan! Because it's in Jeju-" but he was already brushing off the accusation.

"What do you mean, no? Of course, it was you," Minnie threw at him, getting a side-eye in return.

"Not everyone writes so obviously that everyone immediately knows it's you." She was ready to fight back, but also knew that today's shoot already had a few too many bickerings probably and God knows, where this could lead to more, so she decided to retreat.

The discussion immediately switched to the right gear you'd have to own if you were to climb Halla Mountain, making you almost think Dino had already lost and was preparing for the execution of his penalty.

"Alright," Hoshi moved on. "Now, Minnie."

Letting her finally unfold the piece of paper she had been holding onto. At first, she let her eyes look over the characters quickly, followed by a frown making its way to her brows. Only then, did she read it out loud,

"I want to see you sincerely p-pro...pose? Propose?" Once she said the word out loud, Minnie realised what she had just read, "OH-," repeating it in English, "Propose?"

But the members were already giggling left and right. Dino's well-known cackles filled the room while Joshua nodded at her question, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Minnie laughed along with them, glimpsing around the space in confusion, "What?" She was watching the members being clearly entertained by the penalty she had pulled. Her eyes locked on Wonwoo, who was already looking over in her direction, his lips parting,

"Who-... Who wrote that? What?" He tried to find the gaze of one of the others, but they were too occupied by still chuckling at what they had just heard.

"Does it mean like really propose? Or like propose an idea?" Minnie wondered out loud, still looking over at the left side. No answer, just laughter.

"I don't think anyone thinks about proposing an idea in this context," Minghao let his comment slide into the moment, slightly mumbling, but still loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.

The female member shrugged, "I don't know... it could be. Why would-"

"You don't actually believe that!" From the other end, Vernon's voice rang through the room as he pointed at the girl, his smile still wide as he had just calmed down from his laughing fit.

With wide eyes, Minnie snapped, "How would I know?!" Her exclaim got another round of laughter. "I don't know what they meant by that!"

"But this is perfect for you," Woozi's remark surprised her.

"For me?!" She exclaimed maybe just a little too loud as the members grinned at her. "Why for me?!" Chuckling nervously as she shifted in her seat.

Dokyeom decided to take the next word, all heads then fixed on him. "Isn't it because they want to see what you would be like if you were proposing to the person you love?"

Minnie was already opening her mouth to speak, but the maknae behind her beat her to it, pointing a finger at the main vocalist. "You wrote this, huh?"

"That's right." With no hesitation, DK raised his hand in defence, getting another round of laughter from all of them including their female member.

"Why would you want to see that?" Minnie giggled at him in slight confusion while the youngest member next to her had a hard time holding himself together once more.

"Because it's cute!" He defended himself.

Before anyone could say anything more to that, Hoshi jumped in.

"But... but isn't it a bit weird if Minnie does it?"

Her head immediately turned towards the '96 Liner. "Why?"

"Don't you think someone else should do it?"

While everyone else seemed to have understood the implementation of his question, some smirking to themselves, others opening their mouths, ready to stop the discussion immediately, the female member glared at him.

"Why?! It's 2024, I could propose as well!" Taking clear offence in his statement. The members glanced at her in slight confusion before they realised that she had misunderstood him.

"Oh- no," he stuttered, "that's not what I-" Hoshi tried to explain, but was cut off by Mingyu's arm in front of him and a slight shake of his head. He understood. "Ah, yeah... sorry, you're right, Minnie," nodding at her. "Then please, propose."

A short second of silence passed before she opened her mouth again.

"That's crazy..." She chuckled, looking around, trying not to let her eyes land on a specific person, knowing it would gain unwanted attention.

"You can decide to who," Dokyeom declared. "But it has to be romantic. Very romantic."

"OH, yes!"

"That's right!"

"It has to be genuine!"

Different loud hollers filled the room. Minnie sent a quick surprised facial expression into the camera, putting a piece of hair behind her ear while she waited for the voices to die down.

"It has to be?" She wondered, making her fellow '97 Liner nod, along with the other members, who were grinning widely.

Suddenly, Mingyu's voice reached their ears. "Ya... Isn't that a bit much?" Tilting his head with a somewhat smile at the guys who were now looking at him.

"But she gets to choose the member she does it to," Seungkwan replied. "So it won't be weird." Hoping to end the topic of conversation right there.

"Okay, I can do that. I think...," she giggled, "but you guys are weird." Getting a soft chuckle from the members next to her in response.

Joshua was next to reveal his possible penalty.

"I want to see you reveal your abs at our concert." The reactions came immediately.

Throwing her head bag together with Dino, Minnie couldn't hide her amusement, laughing loudly together with the maknae as they held onto each other.

Hoshi let out a loud "Woooo!" Getting even more chuckles out of the other members.

"I want to see that too!" Minnie's comment earned her a slap on the shoulder, making her lean into Joshua's side, laughing against his shoulder as he tried to brush her off.

An arm reached over her before snatching the piece of paper out of the oldest's grip.

"It's so obvious that it's Hoshi!" Dino pointed out the handwriting that clearly indicated who it came from. And the '96 Liner didn't even try to deny it, continuing to smile proudly.

Wonwoo had already taken a sneak peek at the folded paper before he revealed it to the room.

"For me," he started. "This is so Jun," getting a few chuckles in return. "I want to see you go skydiving."

But that thought was quickly denied as Jun spoke up from the other side,

"It's not me."

"Oh-," Dokyeom glanced over, "It's not you?" Making the other member shake his head.

Dino grinned. "If Minnie's wasn't already revealed, I would've thought it might be from her."

The girl stopped mid-sip she was about to take from her iced coffee, her eyebrows scrunched up immediately. But before she could say anything, Wonwoo replied,

"But this isn't her handwriting."

"And!" She exclaimed, looking over to her left, "I wouldn't do that to you."

"But to me?!" Mingyu shouted, earning himself a sarcastic smile and nod from the female member. With a scoff and shake of his head, he decided to quiet down again, getting a soft smack to his upper arm from Hoshi, who was grinning at the duo.

"Isn't it Hao maybe?" Minnie wondered after taking a closer look at the paper Wonwoo was holding up.

"Is it?" He asked himself out loud before turning to the member in question, "Is it you?"

Minghao was already smiling from ear to ear, nodding his head excitedly.

They moved on quickly, going through Dokyeom, who was challenged to eat 10,000 calories in a day, over to Seungkwan, who would have to buy hotpot for all the members of Seventeen - that was immediately debunked to come from Jun. He had even drawn a small picture of a hotpot serving, making the members chuckle in awe. Minghao's penalty was revealed to be a fitness photoshoot. The culprit was first to be thought to be Mingyu, but he quickly denied it, leaving the answer to remain anonymous.

After going through each member, they were finally able to move on to the game that would determine who would have to actually execute the penalty given to them. The production crew opted for a hat game the group had never played before, giving them a new challenge to face. Even after all these years and videos with the same crew members, they were still able to keep the idol group on their tippy toes.

Sitting in a circle on the floor, each of them was given a white hat, with one of them, at the beginning Wonwoo, wearing a red one. They would be singing the chorus of the all-so-beloved trot version of their newest title track 'God of Music' while moving the heads from the members in front of them onto their own ones, moving to the beat of the song. Whoever ended up with the hat by the end of the round, that either being by the end of the song or a mess-up from one of the members, would lose and eventually have to go through with the penalty they had pulled.

It started out smoothly, with Dokyeom starting to count the beat before everyone else joined in. But only after a few seconds, they had already run into their first mess-up, making them have to start from the top. And that was only the warm-up. For the second round, they decided to start by singing the chorus already, hoping it wouldn't mess up the rhythm all too much. But that was too much to hope for.

"Ya Mingyu-ya!" Jun exclaimed with a smile on his face. The '97 Liner giggled to himself, three hats stacked on his head, clearly showing who was to blame for another round they had to stop.

Minnie, sitting between Wonwoo and Woozi, turned around to snarl at the rapper, but couldn't hide her grin as she saw the amusement on his face.

"Get it together!" She giggled at him.

"Seriously!"

"Hey!" Joshua called out. He pointed at Hoshi, who not only had one white hat on top of his head but the red one as well.

"It's him!" The leader defended himself, straightening his back and turning around, taking off both hats before he shouted at the younger member. It was only then that he realised he was holding onto the red hat, a look of shock coming to his face in an instant.

As he at first started to blame Mingyu, all eyes were now on Hoshi, pointing fingers and shouting at him.

"No, no," he tried to defend himself, "this isn't it! This isn't right!"

"You're holding the red hat!" Minnie threw at him, followed by a chuckle that made her lean forward, resting her forehead on the 58cm shoulders in front of her.

"B-But I-" Mingyu stuttered as he explained himself, "I was doing it normally like 'one, two, one, two'," counting the beat out loud when he pointed at Joshua behind him, "But you weren't taking them! So I kept on putting more and more hats on." Amid his rant, Hoshi placed the hats he had worn just merely seconds ago, onto the '97 Liner's head.

"No!" He took them off, "It's not my fault!"

He continued to try to explain his side of the situation, only getting giggles and chuckles from the other members in return as they continued to find nothing but humour in the moment. Hoshi was nodding along to his words, completely dismissing the fact that he had technically lost the round, and pretended to agree with everything the younger member was saying.

In true Seventeen fashion, the members had started to randomly stand up, making a bigger scene of their exclaims. After Mingyu was finished with the details of his story, Joshua tried to explain himself while the others seemed to have already been on Mingyu's side.

Finally, everyone agreed, that TECHNICALLY, Hoshi would've lost the round, but due to the circumstances and confusion, they opted to play another round, hoping for the best. They couldn't just let the video end without getting the entire chorus right at least once. With big gestures, Dokyeom and Seungkwan clarified the rules one last time, clearing up most of the confusion that was left in the room, before they sat down in a circle again.

"Woah...," Minnie sighed out loud, "This is so much fun." Drumming with her hands on Wonwoo's back.

"Right?" Joshua nodded at her excitedly.

"But now I'm nervous that I'm gonna mess it up," she whined with a chuckle, suddenly feeling a comforting palm on her leg. Wonwoo had reached behind him,

"It's okay," giving her knee a few pats before he retreated his hand to get back in position to start the next and final round.

Only a few seconds after the producers had put on the song, the hat order was already messed up. Hastily, the members threw around the ones they had too much to the others that didn't have one anymore, quickly wanting to get back to finish the chorus in unity. Starting again, they were forced to break it up after two seconds, coming to the realisation that lifting the hats and shaking them was throwing off most of the members, causing a chain reaction of issues to happen within the circle. Minghao asked to just let out that one move, but Dokyeom was too motivated to get it right. He whined out loud, begging for everyone to finally get it right so they could move on.

Deciding that it might be easier if they sang the song themselves instead of listening to it through the speakers, the game started for the last and final time. Singing at a slower BPM than the original, they found it much easier to keep up with the hat switch. That was until Minnie was trying to grab the white hat from Wonwoo, but couldn't quite get it off at the right time. He moved the red hat from Dino onto his own head, stacking it on top of the white one that Minnie was still holding as she was about to take it off.

"IT'S WONWOO!" The members clapped in glee. With a loud laughter, the girl fell forward, her hands and forehead resting on Wonwoo's back.

"I'm sorry!" She called out as the rapper turned around to glance at her, his lips curved up to an amused smile. "I'm sorry," she patted his shoulder, still giggling, so her excuse was hard to take seriously.

"WONWOO, WONWOO," Seungkwan continued to chant.

"What was Wonwoo's?" Dokyeom wanted to know.

The rapper held up the red hat proudly. "Skydiving," getting a louder round of claps and hollers in response.

"I wrote that!" Minghao announced with a big smile, taking the '96 Liner's hand into his.

While some members wondered whether or not it was fun to send him skydiving, Minnie felt a poke to her back, making her turn around.

"He lost because of you, right?" Woozi sneakily grinned at her.

With a shy smile, she nodded, running a hand through her hair, "But I didn't do it on purpose. I couldn't get the hat off." She explained while demonstrating the situation.

"At least he won't hold a grudge against you," the producer told her, but Minnie shook her head with wide eyes,

"I wouldn't say that," getting a chuckle out of him. "I'm serious!" She exclaimed as Woozi had pushed himself up to stand. At that same moment, Mingyu passed the duo, coming to a halt to hold a hand out for her to take and to pull her up on her feet. Just as she reached out and was about to place her palm into his, he suddenly pulled his hand away. A giggle escaped Minnie's lips as she leaned forward, smacking his legs with an exclaim. Her fellow '97 Liner joined her chuckles, getting a hold on her elbow to actually pull her up.

Just before the two went to their designated places, Mingyu brushed a hand over her head, earning him a slight nudge to his side.

Taglist: @waosobii @chaebb @lunarxsun @hoe4wonwoo @kimhyejin3108 @soobzao @billboard-singer @cosmicwintr @zwiehe @alixnsuperstxr @angie-x3 @smooore @allthings-fandoms @lllucere

#boo‘s pld anon #minnie 🌷#seventeen #seventeen oc #seventeen 14th member #going seventeen #gose

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silentiumdelirium · 10 months ago

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Steve is banging at the trailers door like his life is depending on it. After a few minutes a sleepy eddie opens the door, his eyes going big when he sees Steves face.

‚Whats up man you okay?‘

‚Uh yeah I just need to aks a favor‘ Steve says running a hand through his hair. Now that he‘s actually standing in front of Eddie he gets a bit nervous. He bites his lip and asks: ‚Uhm can I come in? Are you alone?‘

‚Uh yeah sure Waynes working.‘

Eddie steps aside and closes the door behind Steve who awkwardly stands in the living room like he never has been here.

Eddie looks at him chuckling. ‚Sure you okay?‘

Steve laughs to make the nerves go away, nod and shakes his hands out and after a few seconds decides to sit down.

‚Yeah sorry to just show up here but…‘

Eddie grins ‚no worries man you know you‘re always welcome. So what do you need? If its drugs I‘m sorry to disappoint but I just sold my last gram.

‚Uh no its not drugs. I wanted to ask If I can kiss you?‘

For a moment its completely silent then eddie laughs and looks at steve confused. ‚what?‘

‚yeah its well its for proofing robin something.‘

‚You got a bet going or something?‘

‚No not really more like a discussion. Like we talked about sexuality and I asked her how she knew she was gay and she said that she had a crush on a girl and also she kissed a guy and didn‘t like it and then I said well what if the guy was just a bad kisser and what if you still like guys like you like girls like how does she know she doesn‘t like both because you can do that aparently so she said she just knows but then I said kissing a guy and kissing a girl can‘t be that different like a mouth is a mouth right so I need to proof that to her.‘

Eddie looks at him for a moment completely baffeld by his rambles then stutters: ‚ By…by kissing me?‘

‚Well yeah you‘re my only male friend at the moment like besides the kids but I‘m obviously not gonna kiss a kid so yeah…‘

‚oh’

‚oh?‘

Eddie fidgets for a few seconds with his fingers then smiles shyly: ‚I just woke up I haven‘t even brushed my theeth like…‘

‚Doesn’t matter its just a kiss no big deal.‘

‚Like with tongue?‘

‚Yeah of course with tongue or else it doesnt count!‘

‚Oh okay. I… I dont know Steve…‘

Steve‘s confused for a second because he hasn‘t really seen Eddie being shy like this. Usually it‘s Eddie who‘s flirting with him or making fun of him but this seems to comptely throw him off. So Steve decided that this was probably a bad Idea and he really doesn‘t want to scare him off and lose him as a friend so he says:

‚Look if you don’t want to it’s alright of course you don’t have to…sorry that was a bad idea never mind.‘

‚No its fine Steve.‘

‚No I shouldn‘t have asked you this just because you’re my only male friend its no fair…‘

‚It’s okay Steve really it’s just…‘ Eddie laughs nervously ‚I‘ve never kissed anyone.‘

‚What?‘

‚Yeah I mean I‘ve never kissed anyone besides Chrissy in sixth grade but was just a short peck definitely without tongue so apparently it doesen’t count anyway I didn‘t really like it because you know gay and everything so yeah no I haven‘t kissed anyone since…‘

‚What?‘ Steve just looks at him completely thrown off. Eddie chuckles.

‚Why are you so surprised? I mean its not like Hawkins is crawling with gay people just available for kissing and also im like the town freak so it’s not like there’s a line of single men waiting outside to be kissed by me…‘ Eddie trails off a bit embarrased while Steve just contious to stare at him.

I’m sorry Eddie…‘ he starts saying but Eddie interrupts him. It‘s okay don’t worry it’s not like I‘m desperate or anything.‘

‚I can’t be your first kiss!‘

‚Why not?‘

‚Because it should be real and not just an experiment.‘

‚You know what why not? I mean you can probably also teach me a thing or two I mean you‘ve kissed loads and I mean I should train a little bit for that chance that a real kiss comes up right?‘

‚Right but…‘‘

‚Now c’mon Steve you have to kiss me now!‘

‚Okay are you sure Eddie?‘

‚Yeah sure let’s go!‘

Steve stands up and walks over to Eddie who has been standing at the kitchen counter the whole time and he takes his face in one hound and holds the other to the back of his head.

‚Ready?‘ Steve asks and suddenly he‘s so close that he can feel Eddie‘s breath on his skin. ‚Yeah’ Eddie whispers and gets closer both hands gripping the kitchen counter not daring to move an inch. Steve closes the gap between them and feels Eddie’s warm lips on his.

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Part 2

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #steddie fanficiton #just something I wrote down in my notes the other day #and decided to post it #is this something?#i really don‘t know you have to tell me #also tell me if you want a part two #anyway english is NOT my first language so apologies for any mistakes #my writing

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year ago

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First of all, I love your blog so much, on god. I never fail to read every single one of your posts. You're a blessing to the COD simps community. Secondly, I'd like to request a female reader this time. Usually, I ask for GN, so that everyone can feel included. Please, TF 141, Konig (and Vaqueros too if it's ok) with a gf / wife who is a pro gamer. Like she can play any video game at the highest difficulty with ease, solo dungeons and even the occasional raid in MMOs and just destroys everyone in every fight. She even has a Twitch and YouTube account and she's one of the most popular streamers out there. She prefers FPS (but RPGs too) because she genuinely likes them, but also as a way to pay tribute to her military man. Women have an unfair reputation of being bad gamers and I hate it because it's completely false. My roommate is a beast of a gamer. Thank you so much and sorry for the long ass ask.

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥

Task Force 141 (+König & Los Vaqueros) + fem! Reader

NORA, HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU? You got no idea how much this made me smile and blush. I totally look like an idiot right now. THIS IS SO CUTE😖😖😖

I‘m a gamer too and let’s say… we only get hate. ESPECIALLY ON COD. Last night I had my voice chat on for the first time and oh boy… the things I heard…

"go back to the kitchen"

"What hacks do you use"

"No way a female is good at this game"

blablabla. I was like 😃 damn sensitive asf boys.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT💘💘💘

✥﹤┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈﹥✥

König

In the world of all the professional gamers all time, your name was always mentioned. Thousands of videos exist about you and your skills. Streamers were honored if they got to 1 vs 1 you, because that would mean that they get to flex by saying they were able to play with you. Even through they’d loose. Your name was known worldwide and so many people were looking up to you.

König admired you. He had always admired your talents and watched your streams with a mixture of awe and pride in the living room while you were live in your gaming room.

One day, your chat buzzed with excitement and cheers. You wondered why they were freaking out because you were having a chat with your fans. The chat was completely going crazy as they all asked the same thing:

Y/N got a boyfriend?

Please tell me it’s just her brother😔

IS THAT A MAN? IN HER HOUSE?

As you turn around you can see König in the corner of your room. He probably forgot you were still streaming and he looks as confused as you do. "Hey love" you finally said, causing the chat to literally explode. König comes a little closer and kisses your forehead. "Just wanted to ask if you wanna eat something" König says and tries to hide himself as good as he can. His heart definitely started beating faster than a few moments before. "hmmm… yes!" you reply and take a look at the chatscreen and see the the people waiting for you to confirm.

"Yes, he's my man" you said, your voice tinged with affection and pride, sharing your secret with your viewers.

König, caught off guard but unable to hide his emotions, blushed slightly, his heart swelling with love and admiration for you. He stepped back into view, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek, which you welcomed with a radiant smile.

The chat erupted into a frenzy of supportive messages as your viewers reveled in the heartwarming moment.

Simon Riley

It was a usual day and you were 40 minutes into your stream but you noticed that the chat was talking about someone behind you. Curiosity piqued, you glanced over your shoulder and couldn't suppress a grin as you saw Simon, standing there and watching you from afar. He probably doesn’t know that they can all see him, not his face though.

You turned around and gave him one of your sweet smiles which he returned. "You know that they can see you right?" you tell him and by his facial expression you can see that he didn’t know it.

Without missing a beat, you turned to the camera and addressed your chat with a smile, "Well everyone" you said "meet my man!"

The chat erupted with excitement and hearts, and you could almost feel the virtual cheers cheering through the screen. There were a lot of comments about you two now. There were also comments about his frame and by reading those, you could feel your cheeks heating up.

John MacTavish

Today you streamed on Twitch and planned on playing destiny 2. You planned on playing it again since it made so much fun last time.

However, like always John wanted to stay hidden from the camera but still wanted to watch you play while reading some reaction from the chat. Your viewers never knew about him. I mean, how could they when he tried to hide as best as he can.

But fate had different plans that day. His arms occurred with your camera, revealing the glimpse of a man sitting next to you. The chat erupted with curiosity and in that moment, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore. John read the comments too and waved at the camera but still not showing himself fully. You let out a small laugh and hugged his arm slightly. "That’s my boyfriend" you clarified and the chat was exploding with excitement.

John Price

One day, as your Twitch chat buzzed with excitement, a curious viewer noticed a familiar figure standing behind you in the frame. "Hey, who's that?" the chat exploded and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore since John was able to do anything but stay quiet while you’re streaming.

A smile graced your lips, knowing it was time to introduce the world to the man who held your heart. "Oh, that's my man" you said nonchalantly, knowing the chat would go wild.

In an instant, John's face took a red shade and you could feel his heart melt. He thought that you might be embarrassed to show him but clearly you’re not. He came a little closer to you and the chat got a little clearer view of him and everyone was complimenting him.

With a smile, John leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your cheek. The chat erupted with cheers and hearts, seeing their favorite streamer be so in love was making them happy.

"you guys are so cute together!" was what almost everyone was typing into the chat and you couldn’t help but feel so happy right now.

Kyle Garrick

As one of the most popular streamers on Twitch, you had an enormous following of fans who eagerly tuned in to witness your gaming skills. The thrill of conquering challenging dungeons, soloing difficult quests, and leading epic raids in MMOs kept your viewers on the edge of their seats.

Your love for gaming ran deep, not just for the joy it brought you but because it somehow reminded you of your boyfriend. Kyle was always supporting you and he loved you in your darkest times. He was your motivation to keep going even when you didn’t want to sometimes.

As you streamed while playing Until dawn and the chat was exploding with excitement as someone noticed a figure moving behind your camera setup and mentioned it, which caused the others to see the man behind you too. You stopped the game and looked behind you. It was Kyle standing there with a plate of food and an iced coffee in his hands. You couldn’t help but melt on spot at the sight of him.

"So everyone !" you said, your voice filled with affection. "Looks like my special someone decided to make a cameo appearance. Say hello to man!"

In that moment, the chat exploded with greetings and cheers, expressing their love and support for the unexpected guest. Meanwhile, Kyle's cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness, never quite used to being in the spotlight.

"Uh, hey there, everyone," he stammered placing the plate on your desk along with your drink and a smile playing on his lips. "These are for you, love. Thought you might get hungry after a while."

As the chat continued to shower both of you with love, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Kyle. His presence, even virtually, filled you with warmth and reassurance. Without hesitation, he leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your cheek.

The chat exploded with even more excitement as they witnessed the affectionate gesture.

Alejandro

Among your many followers on Twitch and YouTube, there was one person who held a special place in your heart - Alejandro. Your boyfriend who supports you and who was always by your side when you needed him.

You were streaming your latest gameplay, the chat was buzzing with excitement and admiration for your skills. But a man behind the camera caught everyones attention. The chat was now questioning who it is and needed clarification.

A playful grin spread across your face as you glanced over at Alejandro, who had come to support you during your stream.

With a touch of mischief in your voice, you replied, "Oh, that handsome man? He's my soon to be husband."

A faint blush spread across his cheeks, but he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, right in front of the camera. The chat went wild with excitement, and you couldn't help but laugh at the adorable reaction.

"See, I told you," you teased playfully. "They love you almost as much as I do."

Rudy

As a popular Twitch and YouTube streamer, your skill and charisma drew in countless fans and followers. The chat would explode with excitement whenever you embarked on a new gaming adventure. It was during one of these electrifying streams that fate intervened.

The chat was lively as always, filled with adoring fans and cheering supporters. You were in the zone, showcasing your skills in a competitive FPS match. Little did you know, a surprise was in store for you. Unbeknownst to you, Rudy had entered the room and was watching you from behind the camera.

One of your fans in the chat noticed him, a smile stretching across their face as they typed, "Hey, who's that handsome guy behind the camera?"

You chuckled, casually replying, "Oh, that's my man Rudy."

The chat erupted with excitement, filled with a chorus of "Awws" and many many compliments. Rudy, initially a little taken aback, couldn't help but blush at the overwhelming show of support and affection for both of you.

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nalyra-dreaming · 5 months ago

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I don’t think the fans freaking out are doing so because of a lack of patience or want of ‘instant gratification’. I’m sure your anon didn’t mean to imply that, and you Nalyra, have been nothing but supportive and understanding (thank you) it’s just as a DM/Daniel/Armand fan it was a lot that was (potentially) changed/revealed about the dynamic very quickly. So let me explain why some are worried?

Like I went into the finale with low expectations of anything DM being shown. I was also open to them either doing past or only-present DM, maybe Armand had become fascinated during Dubai (I thought, same with Daniel)? Could be fun! Hearing Daniel would be turned I adjusted and was also open to them starting with them hating each other because Armand turns him due to anger. Then we don’t see that scene, which sucked ngl but I adjusted and thought well we might see it in the future. Then Rollins goes and says in several interviews that won’t happen. He could be lying but I don’t think we should hold it against fans who take him at his words.

Also he’s recently said they are doing their own version (which again is fine with me) but that it will be ‘spiritually right’. So what’s spiritually right about DM? I would say there are several aspects to it - but of course not all need to happen for it to be spiritually true. It is an adaptation after all.

Like there’s the co-dependent unequal power dynamic, there’s powerful Armand falling for a fragile human, there’s Daniel loving Armand (and seeing him as he is) despite the latter’s darkness, there’s the hate-love aspect, Daniel running away, the verbal fighting, “beautiful boy”, blood addiction, Armand loving Daniel too much to condemn him to vampirism, Daniel teaching Armand about tech/the world - bringing some humanity back to him after he’d isolated for a long time etc. (Armand’s fascination with all of these things), them falling in love through a chase, Armand not being able to let Daniel go when he’s dying, Armand keeping Daniel prisoner (which has been adapted) etc.

A lot of this stuff is tied to Daniel being human when they fall in love, and a lot has therefore potentially been cleared off the table by Daniel’s turning. Some fans view certain of these aspects as essential - for example Armand refusing to condemn Daniel to vampirism/and then doing it out of love. I’m okay with them changing this up, but I think it should be okay for fans to be apprehensive as seemingly a fair amount of the DM plot beats (not just one specific one or two) must change if they are doing was Rollins seem to be implying. I don’t think most DM fans are chiefly upset that they didn’t get to see the turning now, people are worried it will never happen and that DM will be so different as to be unrecognisable as a version of DM. I’m more optimistic, but I think fans have the right to be a bit worried.

Love your blog Nalyra, hope I don’t come across as too frustrated at your other anon, I do get your point of view anon, I do (I’m sure there’s more fatalistic fans out there so I do feel you), I just wanted to share my side of it as well, since I think I get why some fans are worried and disappointed.

All good, glad you like, and thank you for explaining!!

I… think there’s enough hints by Jacob and Eric now to expect the past chase to have happened. As such I think that part of DM (the chase and falling in love) will hold.

I think the finale left a lot with a kind of ”whiplash“ feeling. Me too, tbh, after two nights. As I said, I‘m working on a separate post with my thoughts.

Because what some called rushed or pacing issues was imho very deliberately dealt punches to the stomach.

Daniel‘s turning and the eye-color change carries so many repercussions?! So much meaning. It’s almost impossible to grasp.

Which is likely intentional.

And that is very frustrating. Totally get that.

They seem to stay close to the book structure (despite everything) and so I won‘t expect the full breadth of DM pre season 4. Which is … a hell of a wait.

But at least - and this is not to shut you up or anything(!!) but coming from personal experience - at least you don’t have to deal with shit for doubting the tale at this point. Or other shit pertaining to Lestat.

Isn’t that something at least? :/

#anonymous #ask nalyra #interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #armand #daniel molloy #the devil’s minion

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autumnapricot · 15 days ago

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Could u imagine how protective charles would be w post partum max and their baby??? He would want max to not lift a finger and just rest 😅 alsooo, i cant decide if charles is just freaking out during the birth and a complete wreck or if he would pull it all in to support max and be the best birthing partner ever and ever!! Imagine if max doesnt have an easy labor.... just an ideia.... for angst.... maybe

oh totally. absolutely! he gets a breakdown anytime max gets up like immediately hurrying over and taking anything that‘s not their pup or something light out of his hands like no, you‘re not lifting this and why are you even up now please sit down right here and stay i will do this!

also. i have this headcanon that charles at the start of the labor is a nervous mess, like when max tells him like hey i‘ve been having light contractions for a little while i‘m pretty sure i‘m in labor he‘s just throwing everything away immediately going all big eyes like WHAT?!?? right now?! wait wait omg uhm yeah…midwife!! we need to call the midwife right now! no *I* need to call the midwife, my job, right. wait are you breathing right? you need to breathe correctly!

and max is like. uhm. calm down liefje. this baby unfortunately won‘t come right this second.

but later (and perhaps it‘s also an instinctual thing?) he‘s being a perfectly calm & supportive birthing partner for max, who‘s also a real trooper (just like anyone who goes through labor and birth, of course) even through a long labor.

(charles has half an heartattack when max is being told to walk up and down the stairs to help labor along because why the fuck do they put his omega through even more discomfort?!?)

#asks #yswtt

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hllfireclb · 1 year ago

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"Bestfriends“ | e.m x fem!reader (TEASER)

warnings: swearing, probably some writing mistakes since English is not my first language

a/n: please read to the end! Feel free to send requests! feedback is always appreciated but please be nice! Enjoy the story!

"That’s what’s killing the kiiiiids!"

You knew this was going to happen. You knew that your best friend would Show the newcomers of Hellfire how it feels like, to not give a fuck and, not to your surprise, they were impressed.

Impressed by your best friend Eddie Munson.

How could they not be impressed when a handsome, young man who just turned 20 and still goes to Highschool starts acting up, making most people in the room look at him and watch his little show. Even though almost everybody of Hawkins High swears to their life that they hate "the freak“ Eddie Munson but still spend their, oh so precious time, listening to him and his provoking speeches. Especially the jock Jason Carver, who still thinks bullying is a thing.

Oh how many times you’ve punched him in his damn face for making fun of Eddie when you were still in middle school. The time when Eddie wasn’t able to stand up for himself and you protected him like an expensive Glas of wine.

But time has passed, Eddie grew and became a young adult. He is stronger, taller and definitely more confident now but after all, he still is your best friend.

"Okay, okay Dugeon Master. Come down now“ you shake your head with a soft smile on your lips, reaching your hand up so Eddie can take it, making it easier for him to jump off the table he was standing on.

"Awee look at you, taking care of me like 'ya always do" he smirks down at you, gladly holding your hand while doing so.

"Of course I‘m taking care of you! I have to, since you’re not doing it yourself!" You point the index finger of your free hand right into his forehead, causing him to scrunch his eyes together and letting go of your hand. "Ouch“ his plumpy lips form into a fake-pout before gently rubbing the spot on his forehead, which you’ve just touched.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you playfully roll your eyes at Eddie who’s still pouting like a small toddler that didn’t get a new car toy to play with "Oh C‘mon Ed‘s! Don’t give me that look!" You chuckle at him.

"Oh my goddess, you two are so in love with each other“ Dustin gags from the place he‘s sitting on, giving the two of you a look of disgust. All you can do is roll your eyes at the younger one before grabbing your back from one of the seats.

"I‘ll head home guys, just had my last lesson. See y‘all at hellfire" you smile before turning around and walking out of the cafeteria….

a/n: Hellooo!! I know it’s been SUCH a long time snd I’m very, very sorry but I had absolutely no motivation at all to write some thing actually GOOD:(

ANDDD I’m working on all your requests atm!🤭

Please let me know if you want this to be the beginning of a series :)

I will try to be more active from now on again, thanks for all the love and support!

masterlist

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #eddie oneshot #eddie one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson x female character smut #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson best friend #eddie munson x you

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cats-and-fiction · 2 years ago

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Demise and Ascension

Human Quaritch x Human Reader

Part 1

Part 2 (You are here)

Weeks gone by and each nicht you had thrown yourself from side to the other and couldn‘t sleep. You had tried to go out of Quaeitchs way but he seemed to have a habit of existing right in your vicinity. Always an eye on you and if you catched him looking a smirk on his lips.

It drove you crazy. For one because he hindered your work which you personally really wanted to do. You loved Pandora the first time you had set foot on the planet and knew immidiatly that you wanted to protect. Hard to do if there is a man who doesn‘t want you to do that. Multiple in fact but one in particular seemed to set foot in desrupting your work in every possible way. And driving you crazy with just existing. Despite that you felt something. As stupid as it sounds you enjoyed your little quarrels and you two even managed to have normal conversations. Despite wanting to make a profit of this planet while destructing it at the same time he was just a guy. A guy you liked. A lot. For some reason.

Grace and Norm often told you to not fold that easily. That you should stand up for what you are here and that it‘s important you are here. With thag you balled your fists as you laid on your back and stared up on the dark ceiling. Tomorrow you‘re gonna end this madness and show them who you are. That they better listen to your demands or else they can forget their funding for this whole bullshit.

The next day you had stood up early, taken a shower and put on your most comfortable clothes. With confidence you stepped out of your room and onto the hallway. For a few minutes you wandererd the corridors which slowlsy started to fill with life. Scientists, soldiers and what not. You didn‘t need to search for long and the voice of Quaritch came from a nearby hallway. Rounding the corner there he was. Standing with two of his men, looking at a notepad and probably giving them some orders. Confidence not wavering one second you stepped up to them with squared shoulderes and your serious face on. Despite your thought though the way up to Quaritch was shorter than expected and slowly nervousness crept up your back. Maybe this was a stupid idea?

Quaritch noticed you as he didn‘t stand with his back to you like the other two did. He had slight smile on his lips and with a handmotion send the two soldiers away. They looked at each other and new what was happening. They quickly took their legs and disappeared. The corridor was empty and from afar voices and steps could be heared but nothing seemed to come your way. Now you stood there in front of Quaritch, tall as you could make yourself but still not reaching eye level. He on the other hand looked amused and just waited. Like a predator for his prey to do something stupid.

„I want you to let you know that I‘m no longer withdraw because you decided to be an asshole towards me and blatantly manipulate me with fear. This operation will now go as my superiors want it to go and I will not tolerate anything anymore“, the whole night you had put together some words and sentences and this was the best you could come up with. Your voice sounded firm but while speaking you noticed how…he didn‘t care. He looked at you, yes, but he didn‘t listen to you. His arms were crossed and his amused look was all the answer you got. For now.

„Please, L/N. You know if those big suites wanted to go this ‚humane‘ they would have made sure it happens. Instead they send you, a small nobody who probably just was an intern until before they sat you into that ship and brought you here.“, he stepped closer, trapping you between his tall figure and the wall. „I don‘t care about those blue freaks just like anybody else does. You better go somewhere else and look pretty, thats the best you can do.“, you gulped at his words and anger started to dwell up. Supressing the embarrassment.

„What if you were in one of those Avatar bodies? Maybe you would then finally understand the love some of us have for this planet.“, you acoffed angrily, looking up eight into his face. Chests barely touching as you came closer.

Quaritch looked calmly at you at laughed. „Please, even if I was in one of those I would burn this whole planet down“, he copied you with coming closer to your face. Only that he had to look down and to not have your noses touching you took a step back.

„Right. I belief that when I see that.“, your face felt hot. Not only because of anger but also of embarrassment. This was the first time you actually were the one to come that close, usually Quaritch was the one who tended to break your personal space. Now he was towering over you. He lowered his head a bit and put his hand to his ear. „I couldn‘t hear you L/N. What did you say?“, you had mumbled your answer but not you wished to scream it into his face if you could. But you didn‘t. You kept quite.

„Thats right sweetheart, you keep your pretty mouth shut and let us do our work. No problems, do we remember?“, he softly grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. A grin gracing his lips. A second of staring into each others eyes and then he let go of you and moved on. Just as easy as that and without a look back over your shoulder he continued his walk through the corridor.

Part 3

#gender neutral reader #miles quaritch avatar #miles quaritch headcanons #miles quaritch #miles quaritch imagine #miles quaritch x reader #avatar #requests open #writing blog

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so-many-fandoms-here · 1 year ago

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A little context for those who haven’t read the maze runner book: towards the end of the first book the gladers hide inside the homestead for the night so the grieves wouldn’t get them. They distributed the boys in the rooms and Newt, Alby, Minho and Thomas ended up together in one room. Alby leaves to go to the card room.

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Thomas, Newt

• Genre: fluff, angst

• Warnings: mentions of death

All I Needed To Know

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Thomas‘ Pov:

After two hours of laying awake between the other sleeping boys I just couldn’t stay there anymore. It suddenly felt like the room was shrinking and all the oxygen was already used. I needed to get out of there, at least for two minutes.

As quiet as possible I tried to stand up, careful not to wake anyone up I sneak to the door and stepped out of the room. Thankfully the hallway was empty, no glader or griever was there and all I could hear was the noises coming from outside the building.

How did the others manage to fall asleep in the first place? Sleep has never felt so far away like now. All I could think of was that our world is currently ending, and we didn’t had a single clue what to do about it.

Suddenly I heard one of the floorboards crack. I suppressed a scream, and grabbed the knife I’ve had in my pocket while I turned around.

„It‘s just me Tommy.“

I sighed at the sound of Newts voice and put down the knife. „You scared the living klunk outta me!“ I cursed him with a whisper.

„Sorry. I heard you leaving. Everything okay?“ He came a step closer, looking me right into my eyes.

„If everything is okay?“ I asked and had to laugh at this stupid question. „Did you miss that the freaking world is ending?“ I didn’t mean to make it sound so insulting, but Newt didn’t even seemed to noticed my harsh tone. Instead of answering he just placed his hands on my shoulders.

Newt had an aura around him that could calm me down in any situation, even in that moment. With his strong hands on my shoulders I felt a little more protected. I knew I could trust him.

„I‘m sorry“ I mumbled. „It’s just… I’m scared Newt.“ It felt good that I got that off my shoulders. „I act tough but even though I can’t remember much, I am pretty sure that I wasn’t ever as scared as I am now in my whole life.“

Newt started rubbing his thumbs over my shoulder muscles and I felt myself easing up a little bit. „I wish I could stay just as calm as you.“ I confessed and to my surprise Newt giggled quietly. Even then his laugh was able to make me feel better.

„I am not as calm as I pretend to be“, he says. „I am bloody terrified. Just like you. But if I let it show all the others would be even more scared. They need me to stay calm but believe me, I feel like I am about to klunk my pants.“ I had to giggle too at this statement.

Newts hands left my shoulders and traveled down to hold my upper arms. „I don’t know what is happening Tommy. In the past few days everything turned upside down but what I know is that I trust you. I know you will find a way. You always found one since you climbed out of the box.“

A warm feeling spread from my chest trough my body. Having Newts trust felt better than anything else I have ever felt before.

I thought Teresa confused me but as I stood there with Newt, the feelings I thought I might had for her were long forgotten. They were nothing compared to what I felt for him in this very moment. I knew Newt was my anchor from the first few words he said to me. He always had my back and made sure I was okay but has he always been this attractive too?

The grey light from the broken sky that sneaked trough the cracks of the wooden planks we used to barricade the windows with fell on him, highlighting the left side of his face. His toned jaw was clenched from sorrow. „I want to cry, I want to scream but I can’t. I don’t have the time for it nor can I allow myself to be so vulnerable.“

I felt the desire to hug him, to hold him close and never let him go ever again. So I did. With my heart beating loudly I pulled him into my arms and held him as close as possible. Newts hands were crossed behind my neck and I felt warm drops soaking into my shoulder. His tears hurt me more than every weapon or griever could ever, yet I was happy that he was finally able to cry. I couldn’t imagine how long he might had to lock his tears behind his eyelids, how long he might had to hide the despair he feels inside him. But I felt how the weight that burdened on his back slowly became a little bit easier and for one time I was glad to be there. Glad to be able to hold this boy in my arms so he can cry away the pain he locked inside for over two years.

After a few minutes Newt lifted his head from my shoulder and looked in my eyes again, his orbs sparkling from the tears. I didn’t dare to let go of his hips, almost as if he could‘ve disappeared right in front of my eyes if I did. „Bloody hell, Tommy“, he whispered, his voice shaky, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

Silence fell over us again and for another few moments we just stood there, his head resting against mine. „We should head back to bed“, he raises his voice again after a while, barely loud enough for me to hear. But I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. Newt felt that I wasn’t moving my hands, but he didn’t try to walk away either. „Tommy please. My mind isn’t in a state where it can think rationally. I don’t want to do something I might regret tomorrow.“

With all the secrets around me, Newts brutal honesty was the best and most refreshing thing that could have happened to me. „What if there isn’t a tomorrow?“ I replied, knowing what this might lead to.

The taller boy wasn’t answering. At first he just remained still and it seemed like he was evaluating what I just said. The next second his lips crashed with such force onto mine that I stumbled. Strong hands found my face and rested on my cheeks, while my own hands stayed on his hips, trying to pull him even closer to me while I kissed him back.

Newts breath went heavy and I tasted the tears that rolled down his cheeks again. „Tommy.“ But I shut him up by catching his lips for another kiss.

My hands snuck up to his face, mirroring his pose and resting on his cheeks. „Let‘s talk about this when the world isn’t ending anymore.“ This had to be the craziest thing that ever left my lips.

Newt agreed with a nod, kissed me one last time and then turned around to walk back into the room we stayed for the night. I was right behind him, closing the door silently and stepping over Minho to get to my blanket again. Newt gifted me one last beautiful smile before he turned around and tugged himself in his own blanket again.

With every day I felt like my goals and what I was fighting for got more and more clear. But now after Newt kissed me I knew everything I needed to. I would get him out of here, no matter what. And I would make sure that he wouldn’t regret what just happened.

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maria021015 · 4 months ago

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“Let me get this straight,” Scott interrupted, silencing Stiles’ long-winded rant. “You had a nightmare and you called Zaida, so she showed up at your house in the middle of the night - which is what’s been happening for the past two weeks.”

“Correct,” Stiles nodded, his foot tapping anxiously against the floors as he shut his locker behind him.

“Then you thought you guys were having this romantic moment, so you tried to kiss her,” Scott continued, summarising what he had gathered from his best friend’s frantic rambling.

“Yes,” The boy pursed his lips, eyes darting around the school corridor as he waited to catch that familiar flash of dark brown hair.

“But then, she freaked out and screamed at you to leave her alone and ran off into the rain.” Scott completed the tale and Stiles sighed bitterly in confirmation.

“Great, well done. ‘A’ plus for narrative recall. Now can you stop staring at me in disbelief and help me out here?!” He ran his hands through his hair nervously. “I blew it, man!”

“Maybe you didn’t completely blow it,” Scott tried to reassure his friend but in all honesty he had no clue what to say.

“I tried to kiss her and she literally ran away. Literally. I think that falls firmly under the ‘completely blowing it’ category.” Stiles seethed and jumped as a locker shut loudly behind him.

“Who’d you blow?” Danny raised an eyebrow, inserting himself into the conversation.

“No one, and that’s kinda the problem, Danny.” Stiles huffed in frustration, still not catching any sight of Zaida.

“You can’t blow a girl.” Scott shook his head with a slight snicker, and then paused. “Can you?”

“Not any of the girls you know, at least.” Danny chuckled and leaned against the lockers, peering at Stiles curiously. “What’d you do?”

“Hey, since when did this become a group discussion? Huh? This was an ‘A’ and ‘B’ conversation, so ‘C’ your way out of it, Danny boy.” Stiles pointed between himself and Scott exaggeratedly.

“If this has got anything to do with you pining hopelessly over Zaida, maybe you could use my help.” The tanned boy flashed them a knowing smile and Stiles gaped at the fact that he clearly knew about his feelings for the girl.

“I‘m helping,” Scott frowned, slightly offended by the insinuation that Danny could do better.

“Are you?” Stiles looked at the wolf, his face screwing up sarcastically before relenting and turning to Danny. “Okay fine, I tried to kiss her and she yelled ‘what the hell are you doing’ and then ‘stay away from me’ and ran off into the rain. So, whatcha got?”

“Ooft, yeah, good luck with that,” Danny let out a long whistle and turned away, swiftly exiting the conversation as quickly as he’d joined it.

“Oh yeah, thanks, super helpful!” Stiles shouted after him, earning him strange looks from other students mingling in the hall. With his hands propped up sassily on his hips he whirled to face Scott. “Anything?”

“I don’t know, man,” The werewolf shook his head, coming up with the only solution he could think of. “Maybe she’s still not over what happened with Lydia in the locker room.”

“Nah, it can’t be that. We talked about it and she said that Lydia told her what really happened and everything’s been cool since then.” Stiles’ brows furrowed as he recalled their conversation in the car that night.

“Well, she was probably hiding it,” Scott shrugged, not knowing what else could possibly be wrong. He knew that Zaida liked Stiles back, so it clearly wasn’t for lack of reciprocation on her end.

“Zaida can never hide it when something’s wrong,” Stiles snorted sceptically. “She wears everything on her face, and I know her well enough to see it.”

“Maybe you didn’t notice because of everything else going on.” The werewolf suggested. Truthfully they had all been a bit off kilter since dying and coming back. Deaton had been right - it had changed them. Scott could feel it. They all could, even those that had acted as an anchor had felt a shift of darkness within them at taking another life.

“...I guess it’s possible,” Stiles admitted after thinking back for a moment. Maybe Zaida had been showing signs and he’d just been too busy fighting off his own anxiety to notice. “But she knows the truth, so what would she even be upset about?”

“I don’t know man, ask her.” Scott nudged the boy, capturing his attention and then nodding in the direction of the dark-haired girl swapping books out at her locker further down the hall.

“‘Ask her’, yeah, that’s a great idea. I’ll just walk right up to her and say, ‘hey Zaida, I was just wondering why you totally freaked out last night when I completely misread the situation and tried to kiss you. Does it have anything to do with that time I almost kissed your best friend, who I was infatuated with for seven years’?” He rambled and then froze when his own words caused him to come to a sudden realisation. “Actually yeah, I can see how she might still be harbouring some ill-feelings towards that now that I say it out loud.”

“Just go and talk to her about it, please. Before I lose my freaking mind!” Scott groaned and shoved Stiles in Zaida’s direction. He was a few seconds short from pulling his own hair out when a familiar voice piped up from his shoulder level behind him.

“You okay, Scott? You look…” Allison struggled to find the words, a concerned gaze behind her doe eyes. Lydia, however, was not so tactical.

“You look like you’re about to spontaneously combust.” The redhead finished the huntress’s sentence.

Scott did not feel okay at all. In fact, he felt like taffy being pulled too thin, tugged in either direction. Stiles was relying on him as his best friend, but Zaida had confided in him as well. So many problems would be solved if he just dragged both of them into a room, told them they liked each other and then locked them inside until they worked it all out. But that would involve betraying both of his friends and that wasn’t something he was about to do. What was worse was that he had no one to talk to about this particular problem, so instead, it was all bottled up inside him. Every time he’d hear one of them talk about the other, or he caught a whiff of their emotions, he wanted to bash their heads together in the hopes that it might knock some sense into them. One thing was for certain, playing the middleman was hard.

“I’m…I’m okay,” He sighed heavily and both girls raised their brows at the sound.

“We don’t have a gun to your head, Scott, you can tell us you’re not.” Lydia snorted, crossing her arms over her chest challengingly.

“Alright, so maybe I’m not okay.” The werewolf huffed loudly, his frustration beginning to overwhelm him. “Maybe I’m sick and tired of being the one who knows everything and can’t do anything about it without being a jerk. And maybe, I just wish everything could be all okay for once without there being any drama. Maybe, I just want to show up at school and only have to worry about what teacher is going to give us a pop quiz!”

“Scott, you’re not the only one who knows.” Lydia snickered, her green eyes flickering to where Stiles was standing awkwardly a few feet away from Zaida, stepping forward as if he was going to approach her and then backing away when he thought better of it.

“Wait, you guys know too?!” Scott’s jaw dropped in shock and Allison shot him an expression of amused sympathy.

“We know,” She nodded and reached out to squeeze his arm comfortingly.

“Are you kidding me? I could have been talking to guys about for…how long, exactly?” His eyes widened comically in disbelief.

“Well, I found out at the Glen Capri,” Lydia offered the information with pursed lips. Her memories of the conversation were not exactly fond.

“And I figured it out the night Cora and Boyd broke out of the vault.” Allison revealed.

“That long?” Scott gaped at them both, shaking his head. “And here I was thinking I was alone in this hell.”

“You��re alone no longer, Scott. We are now officially the Staida Council.” Lydia looped her arm through his dramatically, dragging him along with them towards the cafeteria for breakfast before homeroom.

“The what-now?” He frowned in confusion at the foreign term.

“The Staida Council - you know, Stiles and Zaida. ‘St’ and ‘aida’ together equals Staida.” The redhead broke it down for him. “It’s a ship name - something you call a romantic couple.”

“Did we ever have one of those?” The werewolf turned to look at Allison and the huntress’ face flushed at the mention of their past relationship.

“Yes you did,” Lydia interrupted to clear the awkward tension from the air as the two shared an extended wordless stare with one another. “It was Scallison, if you were wondering. Anyway, back to the couple at hand - how are we going to get those two bozos to realise they’re practically made for each other?”

“I’ve been trying, and it’s a lot harder than you’d think.” Scott snorted at the thought of all of his attempts to advise Stiles.

“Trust me, we know,” Allison rolled her eyes with a puff of soft laughter that still made Scott’s heart flutter in his chest. It seemed despite the time that had passed, he was still as enamoured with the huntress as ever. But she’d asked him for space to figure herself out and that was what he would give her until she was ready.

The two girls led him over to a table where Isaac was already seated, stabbing his fork into a breakfast sausage. “We have a new recruit,” Lydia explained as she slid into the seat opposite the beta, and Isaac’s eyes darted up to see Scott and Allison joining the table.

“Took you long enough,” He smirked and Scott’s jaw fell once again.

“You’re part of the Staida Council too?” He gawked. “How was I the only one not a part of this?”

“Oh God, is she still calling it that?” Isaac wrinkled his nose in distaste at the redhead and Lydia simply smiled tightly at him.

“Yes, she is,” She shot back sarcastically and reached across to steal an apple off his tray before answering Scott’s question. “Honestly, we were waiting to see how long it would take you to figure out that we all knew, but we could see how stressed out you were today and it kind of stopped being funny and started being a bit pathetic.”

“Gee, thanks guys,” He muttered and Allison sent him an apologetic grin. At least now he wasn’t suffering alone.

“Okay, come on, Stiles,” He mumbled to himself under his breath, trying to hype himself up to talk to her. As she shut her locker he knew it was now or never. Well, not really, but if he tricked himself into a sense of urgency he’d be more likely to actually go for it. He took a step forward, about to approach. What if she yells and runs away again? He paused and took a step back. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should find her and talk to her later.

“Are you going to keep doing the ‘cha cha’ or are you going to hurry up and spit it out, Stilinski?” Zaida sighed tiredly, turning around to face him with an unreadably blank expression. Despite dreading it, she’d known she wouldn’t be able to avoid him. Better to rip the band-aid off now rather than later, right?

“Oh, uh hey, you…uh, you knew I was there? Like, that whole time?” He stammered nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking back and forth on his feet. For a moment it reminded her of the Stiles he had been when she’d met him - the one that wore a buzzcut and questionable graphic t-shirts and was always using erratic and exaggerated movements.

“Yeah, you aren’t exactly subtle,” She let out a small puff of air through her nose, an action akin to laughter.

“Right, yeah,” He nodded, smacking his lips loudly. “So…about last night…Obviously I read the situation wrong but, I mean, I guess I just thought I was picking up on these signals from you and then…Well, then you yelled at me and stormed out, so…I guess, what I’m trying to say i-is I’m really confused right now. A-and any light that you could shine on the situation would be, like, greatly appreciated.”

Zaida took in a deep, steadying breath to calm the jitter in her body and the weight in her lungs. “Look, Stiles, there’s just a lot to unpack with this one, and so the short answer is that you caught me off guard.” She grimaced, slipping the padlock into place on her locker, preparing to leave.

“...And the long answer?” He prompted her, tongue wetting his chapped lips nervously as he gazed at her with hope behind his amber eyes.

“I really don’t want to get into this right now,” She shook her head and began walking as her anxiety spiked. She hadn’t prepared for this. She’d thought that her answer would have been enough to momentarily satisfy him long enough for her to slip away. What was that thing Allison said about avoidance again? Damn it.

“Wait, so you’re just going to tell me that you fled off into the night where God knows what could have happened to you because…because I surprised you? Is that it?” He followed after her, scoffing sceptically.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” She shot back, walking faster in an attempt to lose him amongst the crowd of students headed to homeroom. She hadn’t expected things to turn so uncomfortable so quickly.

“Oh come on, Zaida, that’s bullshit and you know it!” He called out, his frustrations beginning to rise. He might not have been able to pick up on it before, having been enraptured by his own struggles, but now that Scott had pointed it out to him he could clearly see she was hiding something.

“Well, how about you tell me why the hell you tried to kiss me in the first place?” She tried turning the situation on him, her defences rearing up to protect herself instinctively.

“Not until you tell me why you freaked out and what you’ve been keeping from me!” The boy doubled down stubbornly and Zaida locked her jaw, her temper flaring.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that being friends automatically gave you the right to know all of my secrets.” She seethed, shaking her head as she turned at an intersection.

“I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other, Zay. We pinky-promised, remember? ‘Unbreakable vow’ not ringing any bells?” He pointed out angrily, holding up his hand to flash the finger that they had entwined that day at the ice rink when they had vowed to tell each other everything. A promise neither of them had truly broken. Until now. “Just tell me why!”

“You don’t want to know why, trust me,” The brunette chuckled humourlessly. If he didn’t stop, she just might say something she was going to regret, and she didn’t want that.

“What I want is for you to explain to me why you ran out of my house in the middle of the night into the rain!” He shot back, earning them several turned heads and whispers from dawdling spectators.

“If you don’t stop staring, I’m going to pluck your eyes out and feed them to the crows that nest on the oval,” Zaida hissed at a group of staring sophomores, sending them scattering away fearfully.

“You can’t keep running away from me, you know! You’re going to have to talk to me eventually.” Stiles continued to pursue her down the corridor until she had enough and whirled to him in a flurry of anger.

“You wanna know why I left last night! Why I didn’t let you kiss me? It’s because I refuse to be your consolation prize!” She screamed and he finally fell silent. As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could take them and stuff them back inside that deep hole of resentment that had been digging a tunnel through her heart for months.

“...My what?” He breathed after a long pause and the silence struck her like a tidal wave.

“No, wait,” She quickly backtracked. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean that.”

“No. You did,” He shook his head in his inability to fathom what she meant, stepping closer to her. By now the bell was ringing and the halls were empty. “You think you’re…what, some sort of second-place trophy? Why? Because…? Because-”

“Because you lost the prize that you really wanted.” She answered in a defeated tone.

“Lydia,” He stated as his heart fell, immediately connecting the dots. “You think I made a move on you because I couldn’t have Lydia?”

“I think…” Zaida swallowed thickly, but it did nothing to move the mass that had solidified in her throat. “I thought that I was the one who was always there to pick you up every time Lydia shattered you. I thought that you’d gotten used to that. So when Lydia went right back to treating you like normal after that moment in the locker room, you came back to the person you knew would be waiting to pick up the pieces - just like you always do. Only, I wasn’t okay with being your placeholder anymore.”

“You-” He stuttered, trying to make sense of the jumbled thought flying through his mind. How had he never noticed she felt that way? How could he have ever treated her in a way that would make her think that? “You were never a placeholder. You could never be a placeholder, or a consolation prize, or- or anything lesser than. You are so much more than that. Zay, you are my best friend and…and I care about you.”

“Stiles, that’s not-” Zaida began, her chest contracting painfully, but he held up a hand to stop her.

“I care about you in a way that I haven’t cared about Lydia for a very long time - in a way that I never cared about Lydia.” He corrected himself, determined to prove to her how he really felt - and to make up for all the time she had spent believing otherwise. “You know, Deaton paired us up for a reason. You’re my anchor, Zay. You ground me when everything else is going to shit. You pull me back out of the storm. You’re my lifeline, and it’s not just because you’re the one who’s always there for me. It’s because I want to be the one who’s always there for you. Because I want to be the one who comforts you when you cry and who makes you laugh at my stupid jokes. I want to be the one who gets to hold your hand in the hallways and buy you flowers because they make you smile. I want to be with you, Zaida.”

“...Stiles,” Zaida’s voice was the barest of whispers. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to blink them away, her heart overcome with warmth and emotion as he passionately confessed to every hidden feeling and desire. She didn’t quite know how to respond, so when Stiles interrupted her once more, she was grateful.

“I’m not finished yet,” He shook his head, stepping even closer to her. “Don’t ever think that the only reason that I fell for you is because I couldn’t have Lydia. I fell for you because of who you are - because from the moment I met you, you never failed to amaze me. You were in Beacon Hills a total of five minutes before you started seeing things that everyone else missed - giving me hell all the while you were at it, mind you. Even when I made it as difficult for you as possible, you figured everything out before any of us did. And even though I pushed you away, you stood by me that night after the Formal. I would never have gotten through that without you. From that night on I knew I could trust you, faster than I’ve ever trusted anyone, and there was never a moment after that where I questioned that decision. The more I learned about you, the more there was to like. You’re intelligent, tenacious, honest, loyal, supportive, funny, geeky, not to mention beautiful - seriously, you are absolutely stunning. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more . So. Much. More . Falling for you was as easy as breathing - I didn’t even realise it was happening until I was in mid-air with no ground in sight. So when I said that I need you, and that I want you, I meant it. In every sense of the words.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Zaida’s mouth opened and shut, gaping like a stunned mullet. She was hardly able to believe what she was hearing. As he was talking she was half expecting herself to wake up and find out it was all a dream.

“I mean, I kinda poured my heart out here so anything would be great,” He laughed nervously, hand lifting to rub the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed.

“Well…I’m not sure where to start. I’m just- I’m not really great at this stuff, you know? I’ve never…When I moved to Beacon Hills I didn’t expect any of this. I thought I’d spend a few years in a quiet little town, flying under the radar and biding my time until college. Obviously things went a little differently, and I met Allison and Lydia and Scott and you, and everything just spiralled from there.” She mumbled, twisting the golden rings on her finger around and around in a soothingly repetitive motion. “My point is, before Beacon Hills I never let myself get close to anybody. After moving so many times I learned it was just less painful saying goodbye if there wasn’t anyone to say goodbye to. Apparently that’s just what I do - I’m afraid of getting hurt so I shut people out, or stifle my own feelings to avoid heartbreak. When I realised that somewhere along the way you started to mean more to me than just a friend, I got scared. I tried to push it away and avoid dealing with the situation, thinking that maybe my feelings would fade…but they didn’t. They only grew stronger. After a while, things started to change between us and I got my hopes up that maybe you’d moved on from Lydia. So when I saw you two in the locker room that day…it was like everything came crashing down and it hurt. All of the months of suppressing everything rose to the surface but we already had our hands full with Jennifer and Deucalion, so I shoved it all back down again. And then, when you tried to kiss me it just blew the lid clean off. I couldn’t pretend like none of it had ever happened anymore - I couldn’t avoid it - so I freaked out and ran for the hills.”

“Well that makes a lot of sense,” Stiles let out a long and heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “Kind of explains everything, actually. So I wasn’t misreading things that night in the ambulance? Or that morning in the kitchen?”

“You definitely weren’t misreading anything. I like you Stiles - a lot. I have for a while now.” She admitted, pushing past the anxiety twisting in her stomach.

“Yeah, I like you too - a lot.” His face broke out into a wide and giddy smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Like, a lot, a lot. So…does this mean…?”

“I…I don’t think that I’m ready for anything to happen just yet,” Zaida’s face dropped at his question. Despite his confession, she knew that she couldn’t simply move past everything so swiftly. “If there is anything that this whole mess has taught me, it’s that I have a lot I need to sort out before I jump into anything. You deserve better than having to constantly reassure my insecurities, and I need to learn a better coping mechanism than suppressing everything whenever I get scared of possibly getting hurt. I don’t want to risk ruining what we have, because I want to be with you too, Stiles. And it’s not just some passing fling - I think that this could be the real deal.”

“Right, yeah, no, that totally makes sense,” Stiles nodded along, clearly trying to hide his disappointment, but she could see his shoulders deflate and his smile droop and it struck guilt into her guts. “I just need you to know that I’m serious about us, Zay. Okay? I’m in this for the long run and I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll wait for you.”

“I really appreciate that, Stiles.” The corners of her mouth tugged upwards gently into an expression of genuine gratitude. She knew he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the outcome of the conversation, but he’d taken it graciously and that was really all Zaida could ask of him. Propping herself up on her tip-toes, she reached up to place a chaste kiss against his cheek - a promise of sorts that even though it wouldn’t be today, it would be someday.

“What the hell are you two doing just chit-chatting in the hallway? What do you think this place is for? Because it’s definitely not chit-chat,” Coach Finstock’s voice echoed through the empty corridor as he emerged from his office and Stiles groaned loudly at the interruption. “There will be no more chitting, nor chatting. Off to home room, the both of you!”

“You got it, Coach!” Stiles called out, rolling his eyes before bidding Zaida goodbye. “So I guess I’ll see you in English?”

“What did I say about the chit of the chat?! Get moving before I move you myself!” Finstock boomed and Zaida shook her head.

“See you in English,” She confirmed before splitting off in a separate direction, her face glowing noticeably brighter than before.

“My, my, now don’t you look radiant today,” Lydia mused as Zaida entered home room significantly late, taking her seat at the desk they shared with Allison.

“What could possibly be the reason for such an improvement from last night?” Allison joined in on the teasing.

“You two clearly already think you know everything, so I guess I don’t need to tell you,” Zaida shrugged, playing nonchalant as her backpack slipped to the floor.

“Okay, come on, spill!” Lydia begged. “Ali brought you pizza and I let you eat all of the ice-cream in my freezer. You owe us this!”

“Fine, but only because I love you,” Zaida made a show of rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. “Stiles and I had a very open and liberating conversation in which we confessed our feelings for one another and explained our respective perspectives and situations.”

“Finally!” Allison cheered quietly, pulling the shorter brunette into a tight side-squeeze.

“Oh. My. God!” Lydia squealed loudly, earning herself a warning glare from their home room teacher, Ms Flemming. She clearly didn’t care. “You two are finally together!”

“Well, I didn’t say that,” Zaida winced and the redhead’s mouth fell open.

“What?!” She exclaimed exasperatedly. “How can you confess your undying love for one another and not get together?”

“You guys helped me realise just how much I let my insecurities and defence mechanisms get in the way. It’s not fair on Stiles to ask him to deal with that. I need to work on myself first before I start a relationship with him. I don’t want to risk ruining it - I can’t lose him.” She reasoned, defending her decision.

“I don’t know why I bother,” Lydia huffed and dropped her head onto the arm she had propped up against the desk.

“I think that’s a smart and mature path to take,” Allison spoke up encouragingly, aligning herself with the naiad.

“Of course you would say that, you’ve had Scott waiting for you to ‘figure yourself out’ since before summer break.” The redhead pointed out sassily. “You tell me, are you any closer to doing that?”

“I’m getting there,” Allison’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the mention of the werewolf.

“Yep, that’s it, I’m going to be waiting years for you both to get it together,” Lydia drawled dramatically.

"Hey, don't forget whose bestiaries you're borrowing to research Banshees," Zaida warned her jokingly, picking her backpack up as the bell for first period rang.

"Yeah, and don't forget who's been helping you with all that gruelling research," Allison joined in with a mischievous smirk.

"Maybe that's why we've barely been able to find anything," The redhead shot back. "I should enlist better research partners."

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles #stiles x oc #teenwolf fanfiction #female oc #female original character #teenwolf #scott mcall #sciles #lydia martin #allison argent #isaac lahey

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x-theolivia · 1 year ago

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Please may I have a Fairy tail scenario of when Natsu read another one of those sketchy requests that seemed rather suspicious and Wendy and you (Gray's little brother who is the same age as Wendy and you know the rest about him including that he is rather cold figuratively like Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler but Wendy brought out the best in him- it is Platonic because Wendy Marvell and Gray's little brother are children and young love between the two) swapped bodies because of that magic he read from a request paper that swapped bodies..and you were not impressed by Natsu's poor lack of tact at his awareness of what part of "do not read that request paper" does he not understand..seeing a rather angry "Wendy" and a confused, baffled you *Wendy kinda freaked out once realising she was in your body*

How would the others help you and Wendy deal with the situation considering the problem..

That should be funny! Of course I write this!

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Summary: after finding an old parchment you want to ask Levi to help you translate but Natsu is faster. He reads it out loud and before you can stop him… you find yourself in the body of Wendy and Wendy is inside your body

Pairing: platonic Wendy Marvell x male!Reader

Warnings: body swap, cursing… tell me if I forget something

Authors note: Fairy Tail doesn’t belong to me, neither does this gif. It’s pretty short because I don’t know what else to write🤷‍♀️ Sorry

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An anonymous letter arrives at Fairy Tail and everyone gathers around it… he’s addressed to you!

Carefully you open the letter and find an old sheet of parchment with runes…

„Who would send you something like this?“ Wendy asks, she sits besides you

„I don’t know but I have to translate this!“ you admit and before Levi can offer you her help, Natsu grabs the sheet

„Oh come on! This should be easy enough!“ he laughs and starts to read it out loud

„Don’t read it!“ you demand but of course Natsu wouldn’t listen

A weird feeling spreads inside of your whole body and honestly… it scares you somehow

So you rip the parchment out of Natsu's hands and snark at him

„Stop it you idiot!“ you bark but he looks at you like he saw a ghost

„Wendy? What’s gotten in to you?!“ he asks and this confused you

„Wendy? I‘m not Wendy, dumbass!“ you hiss

You hear a loud scream from beside you and when you look at the cause you look at yourself

It took you a minute to understand your situation right now

„You fucking idiot!“ you scream at Natsu

„What didn’t you understand at: „don’t read it“?“ you ask

Then everyone else seem to understand what’s going on and some of them chuckle, some of them are shocked

„So (Y/N) and Wendy swap bodies… how is this possible and how can we swap them back?“ Lucy asks

Gray’s still wheezing on the floor

When you look at Wendy you see her panic

You take her hand and when she looks at you… she looks at herself you promise: „it will be alright. We will find a way back“

At the end of the day, everyone helped you to find a way in your own body

Lucy and Levi started to read in the library to find a way back

Natsu and Gray started to talk around in town

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cheekyowldraws · 1 year ago

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I really start to to enjoy writing a lot so here is another short fanfic I wrote with a little Friede x Murdock spice this time. Friede wanna eat some "Dessert"

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Murdock, Mollie at the end

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Murfrieshipping

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Dessert

It was a rather normal and boring day on the Brave Asagi, But that’s nothing bad, especially after all these stressful events they really needed a breather. So that peaceful day is more than welcome. Friede made himself comfortable on the battlefield, laying on his back staring into the sky. He loved watching the clouds. But he is getting a little stiff so he sits up and stretches his arms, letting out a loud yawn! „Hmmm what Murdock might be doing right now?“ he let out a little giggle „He is probably in the kitchen like always“ After a short moment of silence he decides to stand up and slowly makes his way to the kitchen searching for some 'Fun'.

His nose was met with a pleasant scent as soon as he entered the kitchen „That smells delicious“ he said with a smile. Murdock immediately turned around to look at the white haired man „Oh it’s you Friede! I’m just preparing everything for dinner later.“ The brown haired man explained while starting to focus on the task before him again but before he could continue he felt two hands making their way under his apron slowly sliding down to his crotch making him shudder. That caught Murdock so off-guard that he had to put his arms on the kitchen counter to support himself, leaning over, his face almost touching the wood, trying to not freak out! The smaller man was actually hugging him from behind, having him fully in his grip and continued to touch Murdocks manhood very delicate through the cloth of his pants, but enough to get a soft pant out of the cook

„I…I‘m trying to cook here you know!!“ Murdock tried to protest. „And I’m trying to get some dessert!“ Friede said with a big grin on his face. But that only confused Murdock „If you wanna eat dessert so bad then feel free and get your share from the fridge. I already prepared some short cake earlier“ but that only earned him a judging look. Murdock had no idea what that look on the smaller man’s face supposed to tell him and before he could fall deeper into his thoughts Friede managed to strip him off his apron! „W..What are you doing!! Didn’t you came here for some dessert?!? I already told you that….“ Murdock was totally flabbergasted and couldn't even end his sentence, because Friede totally unfazed just continued and now tried to unbutton his shirt and at that moment realization hit him like thunder! His head turned red in a instant, rivaling the color of a tomato „W..Wh..When did I became your dessert!?!“

Seemingly amused Friede continued with the buttons „Took you long enough I thought you will never get it“ „S..STOP IT! What if someone comes in?!?“ „Instead of worriyng about that you could be a little more cooperative and help me out you know?!“ the yellow eyed man said while still trying to unbutton the bigger man’s shirt, seemingly struggling, because Murdock keeps moving like crazy trying to shove him off. „THATS NOT THE POINT!!!?“ The brown haird man protested.

In just this moment Mollie entered the kitchen „Oi Murdock you said you made some short cake earlier. The kids would love to eat some if it’s O…kay…?!“ The pink haired woman spotted the two man frozen in time looking at her with wide eyes. Murdock was leaning against the wall with his back while sitting on the floor, with Friede resting on his lap and tugging on his shirt.

No one of these two dared to move a muscle hoping she would just go without asking questions. But she just stood their staring at them with the biggest WTF?!? Face so after a painfully long minute Friede broke the silence „The dessert is in the fridge“ still hoping she would just grab the cake and go „FRIEDE“ a totally embarrassed Murdock screamed not believing the shorter man thinking about to continue like that. But before they could even argue about that Mollie shouting at them „GET A ROOM“

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Made these two rough sketches for the end <3

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goodlittlefangirl · 2 months ago

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okay, this is just an imagination, so, if I get some of this wrong, sorry

to set the scene

We‘ve been a thing for a while, your a sub, and I‘m a switch. So far I‘ve always been dominant with you, cause, well it’s obvious isn‘t it.

But after coming home from work today, your pissed. And by that I mean, works been so freaking annoying, your coworkers got on your nerves and your extremely irritable. One wrong move by whoever and you will take it out on them.

I‘m home already, cooking something for the two of us. I know, I know we had planned to eat something else, but I am just really not willing to make a lasagna today. So instead I‘m making something quick and easy. I think your gonna be fine with it, why wouldn‘t you? Your usually extremely happy if you just don‘t have to cook.

When you unlock the door though and you smell something that is not lasagna, you sigh.

“What the fuck are you doing?“ You growl into my ear as you come up behind me, after leaving your shoes and coat at the door.

I shiver at the tone in your voice, “cooking for us?”, I say, already regretting changing the plans.

“And why are you not making lasagna?”, you ask in a low growl.

“B- Because I, I didn’t want to eat la- lasagna today” I answer honestly, gulping hard a few times. I don’t know what is going on today with you, but I’m getting wet with you like this.

You sigh again, trying to calm the storm inside you, not wanting to take it all out on me, after all, it wasn’t my fault your day had been shit. “Fine, I’ll get myself a drink”, you say, walking away from me. “You want anything?”, you ask me as you open the fridge. “No than-“ I start to answer.

“Babe, why is there nothing, absolutely nothing, containing alcohol in our fridge?” you ask me, sounding completely pissed. A shiver runs down my spine, and I feel ashamed for the wetness starting to soak through my panties.

“Uh, I- I’m sorry Cora, I was supposed to go grocery shopping after work” I feel your glare at the back of my head, making me shiver again “bu- but I didn’t. I- I’m so- so sorry” I say.

You slam the door to the fridge closed. Walking across the kitchen so you’re right up against me. “Oh babygirl, you should have gone grocery shopping. What a stupid decision of you to make. You really are a dumb whore today.” You whisper into my ear, somehow sounding quite menacing. The exact opposite of what I’m used to from you. Another shiver runs down my spine and my panties are ruined for sure now. I clench my thighs to get some kind of friction and of course you notice.

“Wow, you really are a dirty slut. I haven’t even touched you and you’re dripping already”, you say, pushing a hand between my thighs to feel my soaked panties. You let out a low gasp as you feel how wet my panties really are.

“To the bedroom”, you growl into my ear. I look up at you with big eyes, not quite sure this is actually happening. “Are you stupid?” you ask, raising your voice at me. “Go to the damn bedroom and strip!!”, I flinch as you basically scream at me. I scamper off, almost stumbling over my own feet as I try to get to the bedroom as quickly as possible.

I start stripping on the way there, and even if you didn’t know you’re way around, you would find me so damn easily by just following my trail of clothes.

You take your time though. Turning off the stove, taking the pan of the hot field to prevent the half made food from burning, putting the already cut stuff in the fridge, not quite sure, how long all this would take.

You now slowly start making your way towards the bedroom. You’re so annoyed with me. Why did I not go shopping? Why did I just decide to make something else? Why?

As you reach the bedroom you see me. Lying on our bed. Legs spread, rubbing away at my clit. You sigh, “Why do you think you’re allowed to touch?”, you ask me.

I take my hand away from my clit as quickly as possible as soon as I hear you say that. You crawl up in the bed, “My, my, aren’t you trying to be a good little slut? You’re so desperate for me”, you say as your hand meets my exposed core. You feel my wetness and apply ever so gentle pressure to my clit, making me moan. “Shut your mouth whore. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” You say as you retract your hand and I wiggle around beneath you, wanting the pressure back.

Instead of giving me what I want though, you reach over to my nightstand. The one you know I keep the blindfold in I usually use on you. You take it out and lay it over my eyes, I whimper, lifting up my head so you can tie it. You put the knot a bit to the left, so I don’t have to rest my head on it.

You make sure I’m unable to see, pretending to slap me a few times and me not even flinching.

As I lay on the bed, hyperaware of my surroundings, I feel the dip in the mattress ceasing to alexis’s where you had previously knelt above me. I shiver, straining my ears trying to figure out where you had gone to. Your so quiet I can’t figure it out till I hear the door of our closet make the ever so slightest creek. What are you getting from the closet? I have no idea. Are you getting the strap? The vibe? Ropes? A gag? A plug?

What I don’t know is, you get all of those things, plus a belt. Carrying all of the things over to the bed, you put them down towards the edge of the bed so I don’t accidentally touch them.

You start with taking the pieces of rope, tying it around the left foot of the bed, making sure it’s secure. And doing the same with each corner. As soon as your sure they are completely secure you grab my foot.

I am completely unaware as to where you are. Whatever you are doing, you’re either completely silent or not even in the room. I ditch that idea as I feel someone, I assume it’s you, grabbing my foot. At least I really hope so.

You tie my foot with a rope making sure it’s secure before moving around the bed silently, securing each of my extremities so I’m immobilized.

The next thing you do, is attach the strap to your hips. It’s double sided so you have to fit the smaller part that’s on your side into your pussy first. After you’ve fully secured the strap you also pick up the gag.

Walking around the bed to my head, you climb on and I feel the bed dip. I turn my head towards you and you take the opportunity to slap my cheek. It stings, a lot, and I’m certain you’ve left a hand print. You turn my head to the other side and I know what’s coming. You climb on top of me lightly, resting on my belly for now. I keep my head the way you put it and you draw your hand back to slap me as hard as you can.

Your hand comes down on my cheek with a loud smacking sound. Tears start to prick in my eyes but you can’t see that. You lean down and whisper in my ear. “One for not going grocery shopping and the other for just deciding to cook something else.” I shiver again at your growl in my ear. It goes right to my pussy and I think I’m starting to leak onto the mattress. Luckily, we’ve got a topper that’s waterproof.

You move up my body, so you’re kneeling above my face, pushing the strap right up against my lips. It’s a bit of a weird angle and the smaller part of the strap pushes against your front wall as you start pushing the strap into my mouth.

You quickly bottom out, the strap finding its way into my throat as I gag ever so slightly before I hum to counter it.

You start thrusting into my mouth quickly. Getting off to the feeling of the part of the strap inside you getting pushed further into you. My eyes start tearing up further as you continue pounding my mouth and throat.

Soon enough you get bored and quickly push the gag into my mouth after pulling out the strap. You look at my face, your handprints still visible on my cheeks. Grinning to yourself, you realize you forgot how fun it was to have someone spread eagle and at your mercy beneath you.

You think of all the things you could do to me like this. You could use the belt one me. You could go right ahead and fuck me. You could fuck my ass. You could play with the plug for a bit. You could tease my clit endlessly. You look down my body and that’s when the idea strikes you. You move along my body a bit, away from my face and down. You sit on my belly again laying the saliva coated strap between my breast.

You start by teasing my nipples a bit. Pinching, twisting, pulling. You make a note to yourself to ask me about getting nipple clamps. When my nipples are all stiff you move your hands to the sides of my breast, pushing them together around the strap. Slowly you start fucking them, my saliva all the lube you need.

I lean my head down so I can try and lick at the tip of the strap. “Just like that babygirl, you look so sexy like that” you moan.

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Fuck- now I really wanna dom you 😭 dom!cora’s so mean, you’d be so fucked

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