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angelltheninth · 20 hours ago

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Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Steb, Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Silco, and Ekko would react to his shy gn crush confessing to him in private please?

You can, and I will luckily write some fluff today.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Steb x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, love confession, co-workers to lovers, teasing, being shy

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A/N: Hope reading this makes you all feel warm and fluffy.

Viktor was suspicious of you when you asked him to stay in the lab even longer. Usually you'd be the one telling him that he needs to end work early and then walk home with him.

When you began acting all bashful about it and looking through the papers you'd been working on the whole day he was even more suspicious. Although you wanted to confess to him, your words failed you, so you went to your next plan. Handing him your notes you left him bewildered as he didn't even get to read them before he could read it. On it was your confession, and asking him if he wanted to go on a date sometime.

The next morning you arrived early and found his notebook on your desk. In it was a note from him, accepting your confession, but wishing you had been a bit more direct with your feelings as he isn't good at guessing how people are feeling.

"Seems like you beat me to the lab this morning. And you've had a chance to read my note, yes? I thought so, the way you blush doesn't lie. Since that is the case I will take some time off this weekend, we can go on that date you mentioned. I look forward to it, darling, I hadn't been on many dates, this will be interesting."

Jayce is very casually touchy with people so he didn't notice how much it flustered you. He knew you were a shy person so he assumed it was due to that you blushed easily. But he had been wrong before.

He never took himself as overly flirty so he didn't think you saw him that way either. But to you his actions, his casual touches, his soft smiles, his praise that made your heart skip a beat, was almost too much to handle. When you confessed to him in the empty hallways of the Academy you expected him to brush it off, but he was left stunned. For the first time it clicked with him, all those longing and bashful glances of yours.

As smart as he is he can be foolish sometimes and it seems like this is one of those times. There's a part of him that wants to kick himself for not noticing your feelings. The other part of him urges him to kiss you and assure you that he feels the same, even if it took him a confession from you to realize it.

"Pretty dumb of me isn't it? Well I never said I was the smartest when romance was involved. You give me too much credit, babe. Oh, was that too soon to call you that? We haven't been on a date yet but I felt like I had to kiss you or else you'd get the wrong idea. I know how wound up you get over the smallest stuff."

Ekko had a bit of a hard time noticing your feelings. He wants to be mindful of everyone around him, Because of that certain things get tangled up together.

Not to say that he was fully oblivious to your growing feelings, which might be why he started acting more protective over you. When you went on missions together you always stuck close together, watching each other's back. He was very lucky to have a strong person like you fighting alongside him. Which is why it was also hard for him to believe that you'd had such a hard time telling you that you were in love with him. For someone as cool as you it should have been easy.

Then again he is a lot like you in that regard. He was scared of hearing your confession, so he tried to avoid it, almost making you not say it at all. One of the last things he wants to do is to lose someone else when he just started loving them.

"Know this is gonna sound real stupid, Firefly, but it ain't you, it's me. I wanna be with you, trust me I do, and you, taking me by surprise in the middle of a flight and telling me that almost made me lose my footing. You sure know how to take a man by surprise. But hey, it's just one of the many things I like about you."

Vander knew you liked him but also knew you were too shy to say it. He felt like he shouldn't put any more pressure on you to do so either. When you felt like he it, he believed you'd find the courage.

And who knew that all it took was a bit of liquid courage on a late night that you spent closing up the bar with him. It wasn't like he planned on it, but one drinks turned into two and you started talking to each other. Listening to him praise your work and telling you how the kids liked being around you, combined with the drinks, gave you enough courage you needed to confess your feelings to him. The last thing you suspected was to hear he already knew of your feelings.

That was the last thing you remember before you passed out. When you woke up you were in his bed, while he slept on the old couch. Memories from the night before came flooding back, your confession. You were so embarrassed you wanted to quit your job.

"Now why would I fire a perfectly fine worker? Way I see it you caught feelings for your boss, is that right, darlin'? Think you'd be the first one to do that? No way, but you are the first that caught my eye, it's been a long time since that's happened. Hopefully one day you'll be able to confess without any alcohol in your system. Looking forward to that day."

Silco always knew you had feelings for him, even before he became the feared crime lord that he is. That was one of the reasons he kept you close. Well, that and the fact that he liked you too.

Being aware that you had feelings for him meant that he went to great lengths to keep them a secret, and his own feelings too. He might be feared but he is also hated. For your sake it might be better if he sent you away but he knew you were too stubborn to leave him. When things started to get more and more complicated you thought you might never get a chance to tell him how you feel if you didn't do it now. It wasn't so much a confession as it was a quick kiss which you then urged him to forget all about before running off.

Of course he wouldn't forget. But he would still keep his own affections on the downlow. At least for the time being it was better to keep your relationship a secret.

"You know as well as I do how many people want me dead. I don't want to put that same target on your back, darling. The reason I would like to keep us a secret is just so I can get things under control better. Once that happens I assure you that I'll be kissing you every day, until you get sick of me. Which might be a long time, I know we're both stubborn people."

Steb has always been the most calm and collected member of his team and that doesn't change when he realizes you have feelings for him. If anything he wills himself to act even calmer.

But he also makes sure that he isn't cold to you, especially to you, when you're trying very hard to admit your feelings for him. He sees that effort and doesn't want to take away from your big moment, even though he wishes that he could just confess himself. It's been a while since he's been in a relationship, not a ton of time for those. Since he doesn't have that much experience either he would rather follow your lead, your pace and when you have him alone, when you walk out with him after training and ask him out, he will say yes.

Although he would rather not make too big of a deal of your confession to him, he just can't help the way his face heats up. It feels like this is something he's been waiting for and now it's here.

"So much to think about in regards to our future date, angelfish. Let's see, I do know of a good spot, but they close before our shift ends. Perhaps I can put a good word in for us, have our shift end a little early before the week ends. It took bravery to ask me out, let me repay it in the best way I can and give you a date to remember."

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lila-lou · 2 days ago

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✨Cuffed - Part 4/4✨

Summary: Dean reluctantly tags along to a Halloween party, but things take an unexpected turn when he meets you. What starts as playful teasing quickly turns into undeniable chemistry, leaving Dean caught off guard in the best way.

-Halloween-Special-

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 6381

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💛

Within seconds, you were both tangled in the backseat of the Impala, Dean already fumbling with his belt, his breathing heavy with anticipation. He glanced at you, a teasing grin on his lips as he worked to free himself. “You just gonna sit there, sweetheart? Don’t wanna help?”, he asked, his tone light but laced with heat.

You smirked, knowing exactly what he meant, getting undressed yourself, but not needing to bother. Leaning back slightly, you raised an eyebrow, letting him catch the glint of mischief in your eyes. “Why would I need to help, Dean?”, you asked innocently, your voice soft but dripping with suggestion.

Dean paused for a split second, his eyes darkening as they drifted down to your legs. He tilted his head, realization hitting him. “Wait… you’re not wearing any panties, are you?”. His voice was rough, thick with desire, as his fingers momentarily stilled on his belt.

You bit your lip, shaking your head slowly, enjoying the reaction you were drawing out of him. “Nope. Figured it’d save us some time”, you teased, leaning forward slightly, your eyes never leaving his.

Dean let out a low groan, his voice dropping as he muttered, “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”.

You watched as he finally managed to pull his belt free, undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers. He wasted no time, and when you glanced down, you could see he was already hard, his arousal clear and ready.

He shifted beneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips firmly. “Well, now that you’ve made it so damn easy…”. His voice trailed off as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing, heated kiss.

Dean's breath hitched as he eased himself into you, the warmth and tightness enveloping him completely. His head fell back slightly before resting against your collarbone, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt every inch of contact between your bodies. The sensation was overwhelming, intense in a way that seemed to pause the rest of the world.

"You feel… so damn good, baby", Dean murmured against your skin, his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding you to meet his slow, deliberate movements. The car creaked slightly with each motion, the leather of the seats squeaking softly in the quiet night.

You wrapped your arms around him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt at his back. "Dean…", you breathed out, the sensation of him moving inside you sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moved together in a rhythm that was both new and familiar, a dance you had come to know well but that never lost its thrill.

Dean lifted his head to look into your eyes, his expression filled with a mix of lust and something deeper, more vulnerable. "I could stay like this forever", he confessed, his thrusts picking up pace, each one driving deeper, pulling a moan from deep within you.

The intimacy of the moment, combined with the raw physical pleasure, was intoxicating. You held his gaze, lost in the depths of his eyes, feeling as though you were seeing into a part of him that few ever did. "Dean", you whispered, your voice a mixture of desire and emotion, "don't stop".

His response was to kiss you deeply, passionately, his movements becoming more urgent. The kiss was a perfect echo of his physical movements, deep, consuming, and relentless. You responded with equal fervor, your body arching against his, craving more of the connection that seemed to transcend the physical.

As Dean’s body moved against yours, slow and deliberate, you could feel something deeper unfurling inside you. It wasn’t just the physical connection—though that alone was enough to send waves of pleasure through you with every deliberate thrust. It was more than that, something that had been quietly growing between the two of you over the past few weeks, in the moments when his guard dropped, in the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

You could feel it now, more than ever. The way he touched you, his hands gentle but firm, like he was savoring every moment, memorizing every part of you. His lips brushed your skin—your collarbone, your neck, your jaw—with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to the rough, hardened persona he wore like armor most of the time. And with every touch, every breathless kiss, you felt yourself sinking deeper into him, into this moment.

As his hands guided your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, the intensity of it wasn’t just in the pleasure; it was in the way he held you like you were something fragile, something he wanted to protect. That thought alone made your heart ache in a way that was both beautiful and terrifying. You were falling for him, you realized, in a way that went far beyond the surface-level attraction that had brought you together.

Dean’s forehead rested against yours, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he moved inside you, slow and steady, his rhythm perfectly attuned to yours. His eyes flickered open, catching yours in a way that made the world seem to slow down. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. There was something there, something raw and real, and it made your heart pound in your chest.

You bit your lip, your hands sliding up his back, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as you whispered, “Dean…”. Your voice was soft, filled with a mix of emotions that you couldn’t quite put into words, but you knew he felt it. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, in the way his grip on you tightened just slightly, like he didn’t want to let you go.

He responded by kissing you, slow and tender, as if he was trying to tell you something without using words. His lips moved against yours in a way that made your entire body shiver with warmth, a warmth that spread from your chest down to your very core. Every touch, every movement felt like a promise, like he was letting you in just a little bit more, letting you see the parts of him that he kept hidden from the world.

And you wanted to know those parts. You wanted to understand every facet of him, the good and the bad, the light and the dark.

As his pace quickened slightly, the heat building between you, you felt your heart swell with the realization that you were falling in love with him. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure that made this moment so intense—it was the way you felt about him. The way he made you feel, safe and wanted, but also seen.

Your body moved in sync with his, the slow burn of pleasure building with each thrust, but your mind was lost in the thoughts of him, of what this was turning into. You had never felt this way before, this undeniable pull toward someone, this connection that seemed to go beyond anything you had experienced before. And it scared you a little, how much you cared, how much you were starting to need him in ways you hadn’t expected.

Dean’s breath was hot against your skin as he whispered your name, his voice low and rough with need, but there was something more behind it, something that made your heart skip a beat. He wasn’t just calling out to you; he was grounding himself in you, in this moment. And you realized that he might be feeling something similar, something he wasn’t quite ready to admit but was there nonetheless.

As Dean pushed deeper inside you, the world around you faded even further away, leaving just the two of you in that intimate cocoon of pleasure. The way he held you, slightly lifting you by your hips, created an exquisite tension that heightened every sensation. You could feel every inch of him, every thrust igniting a fire that spread through your body like electricity.

“You feel so good”, he breathed, his voice thick with desire as he watched your face, looking for any sign of what you were feeling. He pushed one more time, deeper and harder, and that’s when everything seemed to explode inside you.

The wave hit you with a force you weren’t prepared for. It crashed over you, leaving you breathless as the pleasure spiraled out in a dizzying rush. You cried out his name, the sound echoing in the enclosed space of the Impala, and with every pulse, you felt yourself tighten around him, your body instinctively responding to the intensity of the moment.

Dean’s grip on your hips tightened, his eyes dark with passion and admiration as he watched you come undone beneath him. “That’s it, sweetheart”, he urged, his voice low and rough. “Let go for me”.

You couldn’t hold back, the sensations crashing over you in waves, each one more intense than the last. The heat between you was all-consuming, and with every thrust, every movement, you felt closer to him than ever before. It was as if he was reaching into your soul, pulling out everything you were and wrapping it around him.

“Dean”, you gasped, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm.

You felt every pulse of him inside you, each throb sending electric shocks through your body as he reached his peak. His breath hitched, and with one final thrust, Dean groaned deeply against your neck.

“Fuck”, he murmured, the word a mix of pleasure and disbelief, as he released inside you. The sensation sent another wave of pleasure coursing through you, amplifying the aftershocks of your own climax. You could feel the warmth of him, how intimately connected you both were in that moment.

Dean’s head fell against your shoulder, his breaths coming in heavy, ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, feeling the heat radiate from his body. It felt safe, comforting, and utterly intoxicating.

“Shit”, he finally breathed out, lifting his head slightly to look at you, his eyes still heavy with desire but also filled with a softness that made your heart flutter. “I didn’t expect that”.

You chuckled lightly. “Neither did I. But I’m definitely not complaining”.

Dean’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, his fingers tracing patterns along your waist, as if he was still trying to memorize every inch of you. “You’re something else, you know that?”, he said, his voice low and genuine.

You bit your lip, a blush creeping across your cheeks at his compliment. The warmth of his gaze sent butterflies dancing in your stomach as you felt a mix of pride and shyness at the intimacy you had just shared.

As Dean adjusted himself, you reached into the middle console and fished out a tissue, your fingers shaking slightly from the residual excitement. You took a moment to clean yourself up. Your heart raced, and the aftershocks of pleasure were still pulsing through your body, making the mundane act of tidying feel electric.

Dean watched you, his expression softening as he took in the sight of you—glowing, a little breathless, and undeniably beautiful.

“Need any help with that?”, he teased, a playful glint in his eye as he leaned back against the seat, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the view.

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully as you finished up. “I think I’ve got it under control, but thanks for the offer”.

As Dean reached out to help you back into the front seat, his strong hands guiding you gently, he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I didn’t plan for that tonight, you know”, he mumbled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I actually just wanted to talk”.

You smiled, settling into the seat and adjusting your dress. “Oh, really?”, you teased, glancing at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “Because it sure didn’t feel like ‘just talking’ back there”.

Dean laughed, running a hand through his hair as he buckled himself in. “Yeah, well, things escalated… quickly”, he admitted, smirking as he shot you a sideways glance.

You could feel the warmth between you again, but it wasn’t just the heat of the moment—it was something deeper, a connection that had begun to grow beyond the physical. As he started the engine and the familiar rumble of the Impala filled the air, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, content in the knowledge that this thing between you wasn’t just about the heat.

“Honestly”, Dean continued, his voice a little quieter now, “I just wanted to spend time with you. Get to know you more. We always seem to jump to the fun stuff, but I like talking to you. I just… didn’t expect tonight to end like that”.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of what you were about to say. The night had already been unexpected, intense, but something inside you didn’t want it to end just yet. You glanced at Dean, who was focused on the road, his profile bathed in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. His words about wanting to get to know you more lingered in your mind, and you decided to take a leap.

“The night doesn’t have to end here”, you said softly, your voice cutting through the comfortable silence between you.

Dean turned his head slightly, curious. “Oh?”. There was a hint of surprise in his voice, but also that playful spark you had come to love.

You bit your lip, feeling a little nervous but pushing through it. “Lina’s out with Sam tonight… so I was thinking… maybe you could come over? No backseat this time”, you added with a smirk, trying to keep things light even though your heart was pounding in your chest.

“No backseat, huh?”, he teased, but there was something deeper behind the humor—something that told you he was just as intrigued by the invitation as you were nervous to give it.

“Yeah”, you replied, your heart racing a little faster now. “I figured we could actually talk… or, you know, see where the night takes us”.

Dean glanced over at you again, his gaze softening. He reached over and gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I like the sound of that”, he said quietly, the playful edge in his voice dropping, replaced by a sincerity that made your chest tighten in the best way.

As the Impala purred beneath you, the drive toward your place felt like it stretched on forever, the air between you thick with unspoken anticipation. Dean’s hand stayed resting on your leg, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment as your nerves settled into excitement.

When you finally pulled up to your house, the familiar sight of the front porch light flickering in the cool night air, you felt a mix of comfort and excitement. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stepped out of the car, and as Dean rounded the front of the Impala to meet you, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. There was something about him being here with you, outside the usual rush of your encounters, that made it feel like a new beginning.

Dean held the door open for you, his usual smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you unlock the door. “So”, he said as he stepped inside, glancing around the quiet space, “no Sam, no Lina. Just you and me”.

“Yep”, you replied, turning to him with a grin as you kicked off your shoes and flicked on the living room light. “Just you and me”.

Dean shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair, his eyes never leaving yours.

The house was peaceful, the air still, and the sense that you had all the time in the world made the moment feel different—like you could actually take your time, explore this thing between you.

“You want a drink?”, you asked, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Beer, maybe?”.

Dean smiled, nodding. “Yeah, sure. Beer sounds good”.

As you disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles from the fridge, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. This wasn’t like your usual whirlwind moments with Dean—there was something softer about it, something more meaningful. When you returned to the living room, handing him a bottle, Dean was already sitting on the couch, looking comfortable, at ease.

“Thanks”, he said, taking the beer from your hand and cracking it open. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours, and for a moment, you both just stood there, the weight of the evening settling in.

“What now? Am I supposed to be on my best behavior since we’re out of the car?”, Dean said, breaking the silence with a playful glint in his eye.

You laughed, sitting down beside him, feeling the warmth of his presence next to you. “I don’t know”, you teased. “I guess that depends on whether you can behave”.

Dean raised an eyebrow, setting his beer down on the coffee table. “I think I can manage… for a little while”. His voice was lower now, that teasing edge fading as he turned to face you more fully.

An hour later, you found yourself lying in your bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the curtains. The air around you was still and peaceful, a stark contrast to the passion that had filled the space just moments ago. Your head rested on Dean’s chest, your body fully relaxed, completely spent in the best way possible. His strong, steady heartbeat echoed beneath your ear, grounding you in the quiet aftermath of your time together.

For the first time, you were completely naked with him—both physically and emotionally. It felt intimate, like the walls you both had kept up were gone now, leaving only raw honesty between you. You had never felt more vulnerable or more comfortable at the same time.

Your fingertips lazily traced along the defined muscles of his stomach, brushing lightly over the sharp lines of his V-line. Each soft stroke sent gentle shivers through Dean’s body, and you could feel his chest rise and fall as he let out a soft, content sigh.

Dean’s arm was wrapped around you, his hand resting on the small of your back, his thumb moving in slow, absentminded circles. It was such a simple gesture, but it felt incredibly intimate. His fingers occasionally tightened their grip on your skin, pulling you just a little closer to him, as if the nearness wasn’t enough.

“You okay?”. Dean’s voice rumbled through his chest, low and soft, his tone a mix of concern and tenderness. He tilted his head slightly to look down at you, his eyes half-lidded but still filled with that undeniable warmth that made your heart flutter.

You smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before answering. “I’m more than okay”, you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good”.

Dean chuckled, the sound deep and warm, vibrating through your body. His hand slid up to your shoulder, tracing soft patterns across your skin. “Good”, he said softly, his lips brushing the top of your head. “I was worried I might’ve worn you out”.

You laughed quietly, the sound muffled by the comforter wrapped around the two of you. “You did”, you admitted, your fingers still tracing over his skin, earning another slight shiver from him. “But in the best possible way”.

Dean’s grip on you tightened for a moment, a quiet satisfaction settling into the room. You could feel the tension from the past few weeks—those unspoken moments between you—begin to melt away. This wasn’t just another fleeting connection, something physical that would burn out as quickly as it started. It was something more, something deeper, and you both knew it.

For a while, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, your bodies intertwined in the most natural way, the quiet rhythm of your breathing syncing as you both came down from the high of the night. Every so often, Dean would run his hand down your back, his touch soothing and reassuring.

You shifted slightly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, your fingers still dancing lazily along his stomach. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”, you said, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Dean looked down at you, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. “I’ve been told that once or twice”, he teased lightly, though there was something genuine in his eyes that told you he appreciated the compliment.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. “I’m serious”, you said softly, your tone more sincere now. “You make me feel… safe".

Dean’s expression softened, and for a moment, the teasing was gone, replaced by something more real, more vulnerable. He lifted a hand, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You’re safe with me”.

You pressed another soft kiss to his chest, closing your eyes as you let the moment wash over you. “I’m glad you’re here”, you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with all the emotion you hadn’t quite been able to put into words yet.

Dean’s arm wrapped around you tighter, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m glad I’m here too”, he murmured, his voice low and tender.

You stayed like that for a while, just basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. There was no rush, no need to fill the silence with words. Everything felt right—comfortable, easy. It was like you had found a place where you both belonged, together.

After a while, the peaceful silence between you and Dean naturally gave way to soft conversation. It was easy, comfortable, and though Dean was careful not to reveal too much about his real life—the hunting, the supernatural world—he still shared little parts of himself, fragments of his past and his relationship with Sam, moments that made you feel like you were getting a glimpse behind the armor he usually wore so tightly.

You talked about everything and nothing, from favorite bands and childhood memories to the little quirks that made each of you laugh. You learned that he had a soft spot for old movies and classic rock, things that reminded him of simpler times, and he learned more about your life, your hopes, and dreams. Every now and then, his fingers would absently trace over your skin, and you found yourself doing the same, the quiet intimacy between you deepening with each passing minute.

Before you knew it, hours had passed, the clock ticking toward the early hours of the morning. Dean’s voice was a little hoarse from talking, and he laughed softly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Man, I didn’t realize how thirsty I am”, he said, shifting slightly beneath you.

You smiled, your cheek still resting on his chest, and looked up at him. “I guess all that talking does that to you”.

Dean chuckled, gently untangling himself from you as he slid out of the bed. “Yeah, I’ll grab us some water”. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he stood up, pulling on his jeans and heading toward the kitchen.

As he left the room, you curled up into the warm cocoon of the blanket, sighing contentedly as the night replayed in your mind. There was something special about this, something different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt real in a way you hadn’t expected.

Just as you were settling deeper into the comfort of your thoughts, you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door. Before you could respond, the door opened slowly, and Lina peeked her head in, her face lit with curiosity and a playful smile. She was wrapped in a robe, clearly having just slipped out of her own bed.

“Hey”, she whispered, tiptoeing into the room, her eyes wide with amusement. “Are you awake?”.

You blinked in surprise, sitting up slightly in the bed. “Lina?”, you whispered back, pulling the blanket up to cover yourself. “Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up?”.

She raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as she crossed the room. “Oh, nothing… just wanted to see how your night was going”. She plopped down on the edge of your bed, her eyes scanning the room as if she could read every detail of what had happened.

You flushed slightly, knowing Lina had a pretty good idea of how your night had gone. “It’s… been good”, you admitted with a soft smile, trying not to give too much away.

Lina chuckled, her eyes gleaming. “Just good, huh? I saw Dean’s car outside, so I’m guessing it was a little more than good”. She wiggled her eyebrows, teasing you.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Fine, okay… it was amazing”.

Lina grinned, clearly pleased with your answer. “I knew it”. She leaned back slightly, crossing her legs.

You eyed Lina, raising a brow, sensing there was more she was holding back. Before you could ask, Lina’s face broke into a wide grin, and in a high-pitched voice, she blurted, “Sam’s here!”.

Her tone—and the way her face flushed—immediately gave it away. You didn’t even need to ask for clarification. Your eyes widened as a grin of your own spread across your face, and you leaned in closer to her, playfully pushing her shoulder.

“Oh my…”, you whispered, eyes twinkling with excitement. “You guys finally did it, didn’t you?”.

Lina bit her lip and nodded, clearly trying to suppress her excitement, but it was obvious she couldn’t hold it back. “Yeah”, she whispered, practically bouncing in place, “it finally happened. I don’t even know what to say… It was amazing. He’s just… so sweet, you know?”.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sweet? That’s not what I was expecting to hear”.

Lina rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t fade from her face. “Oh, trust me, he’s definitely got that sweet, caring side. But let’s just say… there’s more to him than that”.

Your laughter bubbled up again, and Lina giggled too, the two of you momentarily caught up in the joy of sharing your stories.

“So, are you guys like… a thing now?”, you asked, your voice softening as you took in the shift in her demeanor. It was clear there was something more behind her words, just like there was something more growing between you and Dean.

Lina paused for a moment, her gaze softening. “I think so”, she said quietly. “I mean, we didn’t have any big talk or anything, but it feels different now. Like, more real. And I think he feels the same way”.

You nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. “Yeah, I get that”.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Dean stepped in, only to stop short when he saw Sam leaning against the kitchen counter, similarly dressed in nothing but his jeans, sipping from a glass of water. The two brothers locked eyes for a moment, both visibly surprised to see each other there in such a situation.

Sam raised an eyebrow, lowering his glass and letting out a low chuckle. “Well, this is unexpected”, he said, the humor barely contained in his voice. “Didn’t think I’d run into you here”.

Dean’s mouth quirked into a grin as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. “I could say the same, Sammy”, he teased, shaking his head. “Didn’t expect you to be out here… looking like you just rolled out of bed”.

Sam shrugged, clearly unbothered, and set his glass down on the counter. “Same goes for you. Didn’t think you’d be spending the night”.

Dean smirked, walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for himself. “Yeah, well, plans change”. He twisted the cap off the bottle and took a swig, his eyes flicking toward Sam, who was trying—and failing—not to grin too widely. “So… you and Lina, huh?”.

Sam’s expression shifted slightly, turning a little more serious but still relaxed. “Yeah”, he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess things are… progressing. It just kind of happened”.

Dean let out a small laugh, leaning back against the counter. “Yeah, I know that feeling”. He took another drink of water before looking at Sam again, his usual teasing tone gone. “You good with all of it? I mean, things moving forward with her?”.

Sam nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah, I am. I really like her, Dean. She’s different, you know? It feels… real”.

Dean studied his brother for a moment, the protective older sibling in him flickering to the surface. “Good”, he said after a pause. “I’m happy for you, man. Lina seems like a solid girl”.

Sam smiled, visibly relieved that Dean approved. “Thanks. And you?”, Sam’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Dean, the question hanging in the air. “You and her? Is this… serious?”.

Dean staring down at it for a moment as he mulled over Sam’s question. The quiet in the kitchen stretched between them, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound breaking the silence. Dean took a slow drink, buying himself a few more seconds before finally answering.

“I don’t know”, he mumbled, his voice lower than usual. His eyes flicked up to meet Sam’s, then quickly darted away again. He wasn’t used to talking about his feelings, especially not when it came to relationships. This was unfamiliar territory for him.

Sam could tell this wasn’t an easy conversation for his brother. “What do you mean you don’t know? I’ve seen the way you look at her, Dean. And she’s… well, she’s different. You don’t usually stick around like this unless it means something”.

Dean shrugged, trying to play it off, but even he knew it wasn’t working. “Yeah, she’s different. I don’t know, man, it’s just… it’s complicated. You know how my life is. Our life. The hunting, the moving around. It’s not exactly the kind of thing you bring someone into”.

Sam nodded, understanding but not ready to let Dean off the hook that easily. “You ever think maybe it doesn’t have to be like that? You don’t have to keep everyone at arm’s length, Dean. Maybe she could handle it. Maybe she could handle you”.

Dean sighed, his fingers tightening around the bottle. He wanted to believe that—part of him did. But the other part, the part that had been burned too many times, wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know if I can drag her into this, Sam. She doesn’t know about any of it. And I’m not exactly a great guy to get involved with, you know? I’m not… I’m not the type of guy who does the whole ‘serious relationship’ thing”.

Sam smiled softly, pushing off from the counter and stepping closer to Dean. “You’re better than you think you are, Dean. And if you really like her—if this feels real—maybe it’s worth taking a chance”.

Dean looked at his brother, searching his face for some kind of reassurance. He wasn’t used to this kind of vulnerability, and the idea of opening up to someone, really letting them in, scared the hell out of him. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake the feeling he had when he was with you. Like you saw through the walls he’d built, and somehow, you still wanted to be with him.

“I guess I’ll have to figure that out”, Dean muttered, running a hand through his hair, his thoughts still conflicted. “I just don’t want to screw it up”.

Sam chuckled softly, giving Dean a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You won’t. Just be honest with her. Let her in”.

Dean nodded, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. He took another sip of water, staring at the floor for a moment before finally pushing off the counter. “Yeah, well, enough of this talk. We both need to get back before the girls come looking for us”.

Sam smirked, grabbing his glass and heading toward the door. “Yeah, don’t want them thinking we ran off on them”.

Dean chuckled, the tension easing a little. “Yeah, let’s not give them any ideas”.

The brothers exchanged a brief, knowing look before heading back down the hall. As Dean made his way back to your room, Sam disappeared into Lina’s, and the house returned to its peaceful quiet.

When Dean reentered the room, he found you sitting up in bed, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a gentle light across your face. You smiled when you saw him, and just like that, the uncertainty that had been swirling in his mind seemed to settle a little. He didn’t have all the answers, but he knew one thing—being with you felt right.

He climbed back into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Sorry about that”, he muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Got caught up with Sam in the kitchen”.

You chuckled softly, resting your head against his chest. “Everything okay?”.

Dean nodded, though his mind was still turning. “Yeah, everything’s good”. He paused for a moment, then added, “Just… thinking”.

You lifted your head slightly, looking up at him. “About what?”.

Dean handed you the bottle of water, his fingers brushing lightly against yours as he shook his head with a little smile. “Nothing”, he murmured, his voice soft but with a hint of distraction.

You took the bottle, watching him carefully, sensing there was more on his mind than he was letting on. There was something about the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes that told you he was still thinking about whatever had gone on between him and Sam in the kitchen.

You took a sip of the water, then set it on the nightstand, deciding to give him a moment. “Doesn’t seem like nothing”, you said softly, your voice gentle but curious.

Dean let out a quiet sigh, leaning back against the headboard and running a hand through his hair. His gaze flicked toward the window, the moonlight casting soft shadows across the room. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice quieter than usual.

“I just…”. He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. “I don’t usually do this, you know? The whole ‘relationship’ thing. I mean, not like this”.

You stayed quiet, giving him the space to gather his thoughts, feeling your heart start to race a little as he continued.

“I’ve never been good at… letting people in”, he admitted, his gaze dropping to the blanket as his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along the fabric. “But with you… it’s different. It feels different”.

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words, your heart swelling with emotion. You could tell this was hard for him—letting down his guard like this, letting you see the vulnerability he usually kept hidden.

Reaching out, you gently placed a hand on his arm, offering a soft smile. “Dean, I get it. It doesn’t have to be easy, and I’m not expecting you to have it all figured out. I just… I want to be here with you. Wherever this goes”.

Dean’s eyes met yours, the uncertainty still lingering in his expression, but there was also a flicker of relief. “You’re good with that?”, he asked, his voice quiet, as if he was still wrapping his head around the idea that someone might actually want to stick around.

You nodded, your hand moving to gently cup his cheek. “Yeah, I’m good with that. I’m good with figuring it out as we go”.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I don’t want to mess this up”, he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You shook your head gently, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “You’re not going to mess this up, Dean. We’ll figure it out together”.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the soft hum of the night outside, the two of you wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Dean leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, and you could feel the tension in his body start to ease.

“Okay", he murmured against your skin, his voice low and filled with gratitude.

You smiled, resting your head on his chest once more as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

As the quiet wrapped around you both, Dean's hand traced absent patterns along your back, the conversation lingering in the air but no longer heavy. He didn’t have all the answers, and neither did you—but for now, being together, right here in this moment, was enough.

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This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

CW: none (let me know if I missed any)

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Chapter 5: Reincarnate

Thursday, August 29, 2024

Rhea woke up to a text from Jey wishing her safe travels. She smiled. She wished him safe travels as well knowing he would be going to his uncle’s funeral this weekend. They were on the phone the other day talking about loss. She gave him her condolences and she talked about how hard it was losing her grandmother. Jey said he had been putting off feeling sad and that he was gonna have to let himself be sad this weekend. It reminded Rhea on the journey she was on. She had let the short week and busyness distract her from processing what she hoped would be the last of her feelings about Dom and her break up. But she also realized that it might not be the last of her feelings. Her and Dom had been together for two years. They had fought together and she had stuck her neck out for him plenty of times. Judgment Day wasn’t just a faction. It was a family. She realized that she also had to process her feelings about Finn and JD’s betrayal.

Rhea brought her journal to write in for the long flight. She sipped her coffee as she waited by the gate. She had on her sunglasses and headphones. A few other superstars were at the gate with her. She wished her and Damian were flying together, but she knew they would be together soon.

After the plane reached the altitude where they were free to roam about the cabin, she pulled out her journal and pen. She sighed, not really wanting to do the work. But she thought of Jey. The more they talked, the closer they grew. And Rhea didn’t want to mess whatever they had going up. Even if they just ended up being friends, she knew she wanted to be a good friend to him. And knew holding onto hurt and anger wasn’t good for any relationship.

She started slowly, scribbling about how this was stupid and that she deserved to be angry. But things shifted when she wrote that she didn’t deserve to hold in the anger. And she poured her emotions on the page. Tears fell from her eyes and she was relieved she had worn sunglasses. She wrote for about 20 minutes. And she actually felt a lot better. She put away her journal and treated herself to a movie. When the end credits started rolling, she drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened for lunch - a pasta dish with a brownie for dessert. It was pretty good. She put on something else to watch. Rhea thought about breaking out her cuss word coloring book next, glad that she didn’t have any kids around her.

Rhea had a layover in Frankfurt. She firmly stayed in the airport, happily snacking on chocolate. Then she hopped on her next flight. She was so happy when they touched down in Berlin.

***

Friday, August 30, 2024

After she and Damian hit the gym, they tagged along with the other superstars to do some stuff WWE had planned for them. They had a good time. Rhea didn’t even gag when she saw Dom and Liv together. She was looking forward to beating them both up tomorrow.

***

Saturday, August 31, 2024

Rhea and Damian were victorious and Rhea was still reveling at the hotel. She was happy she had gotten some extra hits on Dom. She did a celebratory shot with Damian, her first bit of alcohol in a week or two. She hadn’t missed it. And she would continue her break from it.

“So are you ever gonna tell me what’s going on with you and Kayden?” Rhea asked.

Damian smiled. “We’re…getting to know each other.”

“It’s been months. Y’all aren’t familiar by now?” Rhea asked.

“We don’t want to put a label on it,” Damian said, shrugging. “We’re having fun. You and Uso on the other hand…”

“What?” Rhea asked.

“Y’all seem a little intense,” Damian said.

“No, we don’t. We’re getting to know each other.”

“When one of you is next to the other, the energy shifts,” Damian said. “Doesn’t matter if it’s only 30 seconds.”

“I don’t see it,” Rhea said.

“That’s cuz you’re in it,” he replied.

Rhea shrugged. “Jey’s…special. There’s just something about him.”

“Still…be careful,” Damian said.

“I will,” Rhea replied.

***

Sunday, September 1, 2024

Rhea thought about her conversation with Damian on the way back to Orlando. She journaled about Jey. Because like she had mentioned, there was something about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She couldn’t really find the right words to describe it. She felt drawn to him. It wasn’t just his confidence or personality. It was all of him. She licked her lips, thinking about their kiss. He was a great kisser. She liked how cautious he was, but she was looking forward to when he would be less cautious with her. She shook her head, not letting herself fantasize. It was still too early? Right? It had been two months since the last time she had sex. Her body was telling her it was, in fact, not too early, but she knew she shouldn’t rush into that part of their relationship. She shifted back to writing about the Judgment Day. There was less anger this time, more sadness. She missed goofing around with all her boys. She also missed traveling together. She would have to ask Damian about traveling together next time. It was hard with Damian being based in New York. And now Kayden was accompanying him every so often. She was happy for him though.

Before she knew it, she was back home, snuggling with her dogs, Barry and Bella. She had texted Jey before she drifted off to sleep. She woke up a couple of hours later. She checked her phone. She had thought she had texted him that she made it back home. But she had sent ‘Miss you.’ He replied, ‘Miss you too. See you tomorrow.’

Rhea smiled and gathered up her stuff to get ready to head out again.

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after-the-end-times · 12 hours ago

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Walk Through This House in Your Shoes (I'm supposed to love you)

Rating: T🦇Words: 2.9k🦇CW: mild action and violence, Steve kills a bat with Eddie's shield and spear, Nancy shoots Vecna🦇Tags: Fix-it, Soulmates, Body Swap, flirting, banter @steddiebingo Squares: Fix-it, Body Swap, Battle Ao3

Their attack on Vecna was failing. Vines were slowly wrapping themselves tighter around Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Eddie was running. They were supposed to win. They all thought they’d win.

Regrets and sorrow flickered through each of them. And in that moment, with bats swooping and a vine tightening, Eddie and Steve thought of each other.

Steve blinked and he was in the trailer park, bats swarming and attacking. No real weapon in hand. He pulled the spear and shield from his back, blocking and stabbing on instinct.

Eddie. My soulmate, huh? What’s he doing out here? Fuck. Not following the plan, of course! Gonna get himself killed.

Steve scanned the area for somewhere to hide Eddie. He only had a few minutes before he’d be back in his own body. There was another trailer home not far away.

He stabbed another demobat, the swarm screeching at him, and took off for the door. Mouths and tails nipped at him as he dashed across the packed dirt. Eddie’s body protested, lungs burning and side cramping.

Doesn’t matter. Long as I get him to safety, he can sit on the floor until I get back to him.

He reached the door and slipped inside, panting and shaking from adrenaline. He used Eddie’s shield, blocking the mass of wings and tails as he shoved the door shut, pushing his whole weight against it.

A tail whipped out, wrapping around an ankle, pulling itself through the crack just as Steve slide the door shut. Steve shoved the shield against the bat, trying to crush it to the floor, but the flapping wings shielded its body as the bat’s teeth bit at Eddie’s calf. Pain zinged up, stealing the breath from his lungs.

“No!” he shouted at the bat. He wasn’t going to let this thing get Eddie.

He stomped his other foot down on a wing, crunching the bones against the floor. The bat screeched, the sound piercing his ears, making his vision blur. But its teeth were out of Eddie’s calf.

Steve calculated where he had dropped the spear behind him, put his shield up, and dropped back on Eddie’s ass. His hand landed on the spear. He pulled it up, and shoved it right through its screeching, teeth filled mouth.

Garbled noises squeaked around the spear, one wing hung to the ground, the other trying to keep it aloft. Its tail released his ankle, attempting to whip upward. Steve slammed the edge of the shield down, pinning the tail down, and kept pushing til the shield met floor.

Steve pushed against the spear, using the leverage to get himself up while pushing it farther through the bat’s body. With a final spasm and its last prolonged squeak, the demobat lay dead on the trailer home’s floor.

He only had a few moments left before he’d be pulled back to his body and there were uncovered windows here, so Eddie still wasn’t safe.

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do- YES

Tornado safety protocols flashed through his mind and he ran to a bedroom. Yanking the top mattress off, he dragged it to the bathroom. He shoved it in through the doorway, folding it enough to get the door shut.

He slid down the wall between the mattress barrier and the shower and tried to slow his panting by pulling in deeper, slower breaths into Eddie’s burning lungs. But, Eddie’s body was unaccustomed to everything Steve just put it through and was still shaking from the adrenaline.

Sitting like that, he finally noticed the blood seeping into the jeans around Eddie’s calf.

He reached up to pull a towel off the bar above him and- a flaming molotov cocktail flew from his hand as a shotgun blast roared next to him. They were outside, no longer in the attic.

What happened to the plan? Whatever, just gotta finish this. Get back to Eddie.

Vecna turned to get away from their attack, trying to float around the back of the ruins. Nancy charged forward, gun up, and let off one last shot to the back of his skull. Vecna’s body fell.

They had won.

Robin leaped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh my god, how’d you know?! That was such a good call! He would’ve gotten away! How?!”

He tightened his arms around her waist.

“It was Eddie. He saved us.” He pulled back, glancing at Nancy poking Vecna’s body with her gun, and grabbed Robin’s hand. “Come on! We need to get back.”

He and Robin started jogging back towards Eddie and Dustin when a shotgun blast went off behind them, making them flinch to a stop. Spinning back, they saw Nancy lift her gun away from the hole where Vecna’s heart had been.

“This better be done.” Robin plops her forehead against his shoulder. “I hope the others are all safe.”

“We gotta go let Eddie out. Let’s go Nancy!”

“What? What’d’you mean let Eddie out? He should be topside!”

They were halfway back to the trailer park, when they heard the sound of crying screams coming from the distance, calling out for, and cursing, Eddie.

Dustin. He thinks- Fuck.

Steve took off at a sprint, calling out when he got near. “Dustin! Dustin, he’s alright! He’s alive!”

Dustin fell into him, shaking. “Where is he? How do you know?!”

“There’s a lot of that going around lately.” He heard Robin mutter as she jogged up.

“Come on, let’s go get him. Put your arm around my shoulders. Good, that’s good. How’d you get hurt?” He had his arm around Dustin’s waist, taking some of his weight, letting him take pressure off his ankle. He turned them toward the trailer home he left Eddie in.

“I had to jump back here when Eddie cut the rope!”

What the fuck, Eddie.

Steve makes eye contact with Robin and she and Nancy run off to remake a way for them to get back up.

“He left me! And ran out into those demobats! How can he be alive?! You can’t know that!”

“Dustin! I’m right next you. Take a deep breath in. You’re hurt, so maybe I should leave you with Nancy and Robin back at the-”

“No. No, I want to see him.”

“Ok, then. Just up here. Not sure he’ll be able to get out without help, so let’s-” They hear a rhythmic pounding coming from the trailer home ahead of them. “Ope, yep, come on.”

He gets Dustin inside, moving him around the dead demobat that’s taking up most of the floor space inside the door. “Stand here, listen for any yelling from Robin.”

He reaches the bathroom door, knocking a little pattern, and speaks through the door. “Eddie? Are you stuck?”

Eddie laughs. “I don’t even know how you got this thing in here! I’ve tried folding it and moving it and squeezing past, but I can’t do that and open the door. Think this is a two person show.”

“Steve?” Dustin asked, miraculously not yelling. “What does he mean, how you got it in there? What is it? Why can’t he get out?”

“A mattress. You know, like you’re supposed to do in a tornado when there’s no basement? Figured it would be his best bet if those things got though a window.”

Still speaking to the door, he didn’t see Dustin’s confused look morph through mental calculations until understanding finally dawned. “Ok, Eddie! I’m going to push the door open. Get to the side by the sink and push the mattress against the wall while scooching past toward me.”

He hears Eddie clap his hands. “Alrighty! Sounds like a solid plan, my liege! On three, then?”

On the count, Steve turned the knob, pushing the door open a smidge, Eddie groaned as he pushed the mattress away. Once the mattress was upright, he pushed the door hard, using it to hold the mattress up and out of the way. Eddie leaped out, favoring his bandana wrapped leg.

Steve waited til he was away from the door and jumped back, the mattress slamming the door shut.

He turned in time to catch Eddie as he threw himself into Steve’s arms.

He pulled him in, holding him tight, one arm around his waist, the other hand pushed into his hair. He spoke into Eddie’s hair. “Hi there. You ok?”

Eddie nodded against his shoulder. “Because of you. I thought I was a goner for a moment there and you saved me.”

“Robin says you save us all.”

Steve can practically feel Eddie trying to shrug the comment off, before finally letting out a long breath against his neck.

“Call it a draw?”

Steve huffed a laugh, his lower hand sweeping up and down Eddie’s back. “Yeah, man, it’s a draw.”

Eddie groaned and pushed back to see Steve’s face. Grinning, he tilted his head and fluttered his lashes at Steve. “Man? Is that any way to speak to your soulmate?”

Steve slid his hand from Eddie’s hair to cup his jaw, sweeping his thumb across his cheek. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have said honey?” Steve brushed a kiss to one cheek. “Darling?” The other cheek. “Dear” They leaned in toward each-

“Guys!”

Eddie jolted and Steve groaned, head tipping back. Dustin. Steve had forgotten they had an audience. And that they were still in the Upside Down. And that people were waiting for them. And, really, anything that wasn’t Eddie in his arms.

Steve stepped back from Eddie, clapping then rubbing his hands together. “Right! Well, come on, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Eddie groaned. “You’re such a dad, babe.” He leaned into Steve’s space. “Go on, tell us you’re gonna turn this hellscape around if we don’t behave.”

Steve grinned, matching Eddie’s lean, eyes flicking down-

“Seriously!” They jumped apart, looking over at Dustin who stood mostly on one foot, hands on his hips. “Do I need to limp back to the entrance? By myself? On a twisted ankle?”

Steve glanced over, meeting Eddie’s look, nodded at Dustin and shook his head with a smile. Eddie chuckled as they walked over to Dustin, lifting his arms over their shoulders until he was swinging between them, and they made their way back to the entrance.

Outside, Steve poked Dustin in the side with his free hand. “So dramatic, dude. Like you would’ve really left us. Not after you were sooo worried about Eddie. I think you like us too much.”

Eddie gasped dramatically, “Aww, were you worried about me? I’m touched! But, Harrington had me, so, ‘course he’d save me! No doubt in my mind. Not after you sang his praises all year!”

“Ugh. You guys think you’re so funny,” Dustin grumbled.

“So ungrateful, this kid. Wanted us to be friends soooo badly. And now that we’re soulmates? Insults! Tsk tsk tsk,” Eddie whispered over Dustin’s head, Steve chuckling at Eddie’s attempt to distract and lighten Dustin’s mood.

Dustin glared down at the ground. “Well, excuse me, I just thought you might want to make out with my friend somewhere that’s not giving us lung cancer! Oh! And maybe I want just get out of here to make sure all my friends are alive!”

Hot and cold coursed through Steve’s body, landing heavy his stomach. Fuck. Did they go too far trying to take his mind off everything? Was Dustin really unhappy with them being soulmates? Yes, it was sudden and unexpected, but he thought-

Eddie sent Dustin a chagrined look. “Shit, yeah sorry, kid. I was just- I didn’t mean-” He glanced over Dustin’s head to see how Steve was handling Dustin’s words. Not well, judging by those furrowed brows. “Yeah. Let’s get you guys out of here. Then you can spread the news that we beat the bad guy, ok? How’s that sound?”

Dustin glanced up at him and away. “El probably already knows anyways.”

“Maybe. If her powers are as awesome as you said they are. But you still need to tell them all what we did down here. We helped save the world, you know?”

Dustin grinned at the ground. “It was a pretty metal performance.”

The Munson’s door banged open as they came near, Robin looking frantic before seeing them. “Come on! We’ve got a sturdy pile of stuff to climb up!”

Robin helped take Dustin through the door, giving Steve a chance to hold Eddie back a moment with a hand on his chest. “You were really good with him back there, thanks for that.”

“Hey, I’m the one who put my foot in my mouth. Not sure you can give me much credit just for taking it out.”

“No, man, you were good. It’s a tough situation. He’s hurt and tired and you handled his attack a lot better than I would’ve.” Steve took Eddie’s hands, giving him a lopsided smile. “Doesn’t hurt that you being good with kids is really hot, dude- oh! Excuse me, my beloved.”

Eddie grinned, Steve pulling him in by their clasped hands-

“Steve!? What are you doing!?” Robin screeched, running over and barreling into him.

Dustin yelled from his perch atop the furniture pile, “Oh, yeah! That’s what they do now! Think we’re gonna have to put leashes on them and just pull them along!”

“What!” Robin whips her gaze back to Steve. “Dustin knows what’s going on with you? Dustin?!”

Steve laughed at her outraged expression, grabbing her and Eddie’s hands and pulling them to the furniture stack. “Well, honestly, I thought you’d already figured out it. Since it was Eddie that changed the plans earlier. You know, moving you guys outside? I told you it was Eddie.”

Robin scoffed, Steve helping to hoist her up. “I thought you meant, like, metaphorically. Since he was distracting those bats with his song and dance.”

“Excuse me?” Eddie sputtered. “Song and dance? I’ll have you know, it was majestic, what I did!”

“Yes, yes, baby. You were amazing.” Steve said, pushing Eddie to the tower by his hips. “Why don’t we settle this topside, hm? And then maybe you can give us an encore? And then maybe you could give me a private showing?”

Robin teetered at the top of the pile. “Ugh. Dustin was right about those leashes. Stop. Flirting. Let’s. Goooo,” she said, standing up into the gravitational pull of the entrance and falling upward.

“Alright, your turn.”

Steve boosted Eddie up onto the table, putting his hand up behind Eddie’s back to make sure he didn’t fall off backwards as he stood. Eddie turned around and reached a hand down. Steve smiled up at him and grasped his hand, letting Eddie help pull him up into the small space. Eddie’s arm went around his waist, keeping him from falling off.

Before helping Eddie up onto the nightstand, Steve glanced up at the portal above them and back to Eddie’s eyes.

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching up to cup his jaw, brushing a thumb across Eddie’s cheekbone. “Before we go back up, I just wanted-”

Eddie swayed in, brushing a barely there kiss to Steve’s lips. He swayed away smiling. “That?”

Staring at Eddie’s lips, he nodded very seriously and using his hand on Eddie’s jaw, pulled him in for a hard kiss. Eddie’s hand slid up into Steve’s hair, Steve’s hand wrapped tight around Eddie’s waist. The rest of the world, the Upside Down, anything not them ceased to exist as they breathed only each other, tasted only each other, knew only each other.

They pulled back panting, noses brushing, eyes still closed.

“Steve.” Eddie said breathlessly. “Can I just say? Wow, best soulmate ever.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, kisses him one more time and leans back.

“I think you’re pretty swell, as well.” He smiled gently, gazing at Eddie, swiping his thumb back and forth across Eddie’s cheek.

It hits him suddenly. The enormity of what he could’ve lost had they not switched places in that exact moment. Eddie could’ve died. He could’ve been eaten by those things. They might’ve never kissed, never laughed, never teased Dustin together. He could’ve lost his soulmate without ever knowing him.

Steve feels his smile slip away and he pulls Eddie into a hug, holding him tight, hands griping his coat and curls.

“When we get up there,” he says tucking his face into Eddie’s neck, “I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I know that no matter what, we’ll face it together, ok? I’ll be right there beside you. Cops, Feds, NDAs, the kids, whatever. Together.”

Feeling Steve shaking with emotion, Eddie holds him tight and nods against Steve’s shoulder.

“Together. Like you said, baby, no matter what,” Eddie says, running his fingers soothingly through Steve’s hair. He pressed a kiss to the side of Steve’s head and leaned back, brushing his nose against Steve’s. “Now, as the cool dads say, how ‘bout we blow this popsicle stand, yeah? Go face the music and start the rest of our life?”

Steve smiled and brushed a kiss against Eddie’s lips. “Together.”

As they climbed up onto the nightstand and then the chair, Steve knew three things. One, Dustin would immediately bitch them out for taking so long; Two, Robin was going to interrogate him and Eddie so fully, she’d know the whole story better than they did in the end; and Three, he and Eddie would have a long life together, filled with friends and family, trust and laughter, but most importantly, love.

~fin~

tagging who commented on my WIP Word Game: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @matchingbatbites

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #ficlet #I guess I have a writing tag now #steddie bingo #steddie bingo 2025

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saiki-in-jsl · 1 year ago

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haven't touched this blog in a while but I'm up for some fandom interaction again;

Let's talk: When interacting or creating fan content, do you prefer to completely retcon a character's Problematic Trait or do you prefer to retcon the character's entire existence?

(feel free 2 drop ur thoughts ^___^)

#gonna get around to the tag ones in a bit

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thestarfishface · 24 days ago

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Something a little different, but I've been toying around with prose recently and wrote a little short story about Verity's old crew!

What's currently posted is the first half of a rough chapter idea I have planned- I gotta hash out exactly what I wanna do for the back half, but I think the first part stands okay on its own! Look out for a continuation in the future, though :>

#hi it's me #'playing around with prose after not writing anything but comic scripts for 14 years' guy #mostly just playing around and trying to get used to actually weaving words together #I have ideas for a few more little snippets like this and the order they get posted in is purely gonna depend on which one holds my interes #long enough to finish it #I need to sit on this one for a little bit before starting the 2nd half I gotta figure out Night Watch Logistics in my head #writing #star plays dnd #star writes stuff #wowe new tag #verity noblesse

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read-write-thrive · 2 months ago

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I would love to hear more about the 'Charles’s best-friend’s-brother elaboration' :D

Absolutely!! So I say elaboration bc it’s basically me making a fic out of this post of mine where I talk about Charles getting into ska punk from a friend’s older brother (and definitely having a crush on him but Charles doesn’t know that at the time ofc)

The whole idea came about when I was doing research for what concerts Charles could’ve realistically gone to (which I listed out in a different post here) and started realising that Charles is actually a few years too late for the peak of 2nd wave ska but dies just before 3rd wave ska begins!!!! I’ve seen some people try and have it as his dad getting him into the music when he was a kid but 1. I hate his dad and 2. His dad would’ve been too early for 2nd wave imo. So, to split that time difference, I came up with the best friend’s brother idea! I was also playing around with Charles having cousins who were into ska punk, or maybe running with some older friends, but this way I get to also explore unknowingly bi baby Charles 🩷💜💙

As for what I’ve got so far: I’ve got about 600 words and a vague outline and that’s about it 😅 I’ve written an intro from Charles’s POV (the whole fic will be third person limited---I’m trying to practice Charles’s voice!) as well as the beginnings of the scene where the DBDA (specifically Crystal) ask about how Charles got into ska punk and he ends up having some Realisations iykwim

With the outline I’ve also got the names and ages of the best friend and his brother, so Neville Brown (born 1973) and Roger Brown (born 1969) are in their early stages!!! I chose Brown since the original inspiration was Hobie Brown from ATSV, and then Neville is after Neville Staples from The Specials and Roger is after Ranking Roger from The Beat. I’m not super well versed in the subculture/genre (so if these people or bands are problematic someone lmk lol) but I am in a class on Punk culture this upcoming semester so I’m hopeful that will translate well for this fic!!!

Tysm for asking !!!!!!!!!! (and sorry that this is like a whole wall of text lmao I haven’t talked about this one much !!)

#unsure if i'll do established payneland or if I'll have it loop back around to modern day and have it be a getting together fic #depends on if I have Charles tell it all at once so the memory is basically the fic or if I space it out a bit #as always open for feedback and ideas !!#I figure this one will happen more during the spring with that class so I wouldn't expect it anytime soon lol #charles rowland my beloved #*slaps roof of the show/fandom* this bad boy can fit so much history in it #ask games #ask me things!#charles rowland bfb #haven't fully decided on the tag I'm gonna use but we'll roll with that for now #dead boy detectives #dbda #charles rowland #edwin payne #payneland #dead boy detective agency #crystal palace #niko sasaki #save dead boy detectives #dbda oc #dbda fanfic #dbda fic #my wips #writing wip #bisexual Charles Rowland

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arsenicflame · 6 months ago

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ANGELA/SERA FROM THE MARVEL SNAP HERO ANIMATIC

#eep babies first gif #definitely... could be better #i ended up having a lot of issues doing it the way i wanted to in my head and so. had to work around it the only ways i could figure #and also making tumblrs size & dimension limits was. harder than i thought! kinda. compressed to hell #idk. i think i can do better but this is what i ended up with #also i know this has been giffed already but i thought messing w animation was a bit easier than irl images #low stakes also bc none of my friends care about this either #nyxtalks #angela #angela odinsdottir #sera #sera of heven #serangela #angelsera #angela x sera #marvel #marvel snap #gif #one of the things i was having issues was was framerate? like i could not get it to cooperate at all #i couldnt figure how to make it faster as i saved it and then when i tried to edit it in post speeding it up even 1% made it way too fast?#but it was stuttery without change. so im gonna have to mess around more with that #idk! still much to mess with #will be a long time before the GB edit happens at this rate lol #i think maybe im somewhat getting the hang of the bare basics though #if you read this far friends i love uuuuuu #i assume only my dear mutuals would actually read the tags #sorry for there being so many. i had commentary

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gifti3 · 7 months ago

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hii im posting this old fic for asmo, it was for his bday but i put it off cause i wanted to keep editing it and before you know it its been over year of it just sitting untouched 〒▽〒 so i decided to just post it without a reading over it again its pretty light hearted and silly, its an AU where Asmo is literally a queen and reader is one of those passing merchants (probably) reader is gn here and yep thats it!

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Queen Asmodeus's Birthday

This was the first time you'd actually be present during Asmodeus's birthday. You heard about previous ones in passing during your travels, but now you'd get to experience all the hoopla in person.

You observe yourself in the mirror and smooth the front of your outfit down. It wasn't something you would usually wear on a day to day basis, but today….what the Queen says goes. Like any other day really, but now wasn’t the time to be contrarian. If any day needed to go smoothly, today was that day. So after one more look, you exit your room.

Making your way down the hallway you dodge several servants handling last minute preparations. You head downstairs and weave your way through mingling guests.

When you enter the grand banquet hall--not to be mistaken with the regular one--you whistle to yourself. It always looked nice but today it was at exorbitant levels of presentation. The long tables, the walls and even the ceiling seemed to be covered in the Queen's favorite shades and flowers. Everything was so flowery and pink.

Your eyes fall on the “Esteemed Guests” table and you make your way towards it.

"Hey guys." You greet the group of brothers. You nod at a few faces you weren’t quite familiar with, but they must be important to the Queen if they were at this table.

Before the brothers can say anything you interject. "No need to comment on the outfit. I know," you smile.

Several of them shut their mouths.

You take a seat at the head of the table, Asmodeus's spot. His chair was quite literally the center of attention. In the middle of the room it sat, the most immaculate and eye-catching. It was almost gaudy to be honest. And from here, you'd be able to see him from anywhere in the room.

“So…when does this start?” you ask.

“Hopefully he comes out within the hour,” Satan answers.

You’d think he was exaggerating if he wasn’t currently reading. In all this noise, you weren't sure how.

Lucifer sat back with his eyes closed, probably thinking of work, while Mammon and Levi talked (or maybe they were bickering) about something. Beelzebub frowned while rubbing at his stomach and Belphegor’s head was laid on the table.

Even though they seemed indifferent about being here, you knew they wanted to keep their brother happy. And anyways if they missed today they wouldn’t hear the end of it until his next birthday.

By the time his Majesty is formally introduced to the hall, an hour must have passed and Beel looks visibly famished. He gently nudges Belphie awake though.

“Ah, the star finally appears,” Solomon says. You had met the sorcerer for the first time today but he seemed decent from the conversation you had. Mostly everyone at the table seemed a bit perturbed by his presence though.

Anyone standing around moves quickly to sit down so as not to be chewed out by other guests for blocking the view.

All attention turns to decorative stairs at the front of the room as the Queen appears. Slowly rose petals magically start falling from the ceiling. Everyone watches as Queen Asmodeus gracefully makes his way down, his (very expensive) skirts following down behind him.

Mammon sits back crossing his arms and says under his breath. “He does this every year…”

You wonder if anyone outside his brothers would ever grow tired of it though. You swear you could see tears glistening in some of these guests' eyes.

You manage to catch Asmo’s eye and he winks at you.

The whispers amongst the guests go silent once Asmodeus begins talking to his closest family, friends and allies.

"Thank you for gathering here to celebrate this special day--my birthday. Seeing everyone's lovely faces smiling for me makes me so happy!"

You hear a couple of dreamlike sighs among the crowd.

"I’m excited for the fun to start so please everyone enjoy the food. The festivities will start right after.”

There’s cheers and Beel’s face brightens as servants file in with various dishes.

Asmo makes his way towards his seat waving and talking to people along the way.

"How'd you like my entrance MC? Wasn’t it perfectly befitting for someone like me," Asmo asks by the time he finally makes it to the table.

Most of his brothers look exasperated but you grin. “It was very Asmodeus-like. You look really amazing by the way. Your dress is very beautiful.”

He smiles at the compliment. “Not as beautiful as me though, right?”

“Heh, of course.”

Satisfied with your answer, Asmo rests a hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you all for coming. I hope you all brought presents ❤️"

Lucifer smiles, already prepared with his gift, "Happy Birthday Asmodeus."

“I didn’t skimp out this year so you better be grateful,” Mammon says.

All the brothers take their turns passing their presents for Asmo to open and gush over. And these were no simple gifts. These were items the average person could only dream of having but apparently this was nothing too hard for these brothers to acquire.

You watch Asmo brandish the beautiful sword Santa had given to him. You had never seen anything like it before. Where did he even find that? Maybe you should inquire with him about it later.

During the rest of the dinner, you see a shift in Asmo’s demeanor from fairly pleased to absolutely bored. Finally, he stands and clinks his glass with a fork to get the room's attention.

He takes a drink and raises his glass high. "Let's get this party started!"

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It had been 3 hours so far. The beginning of what would definitely be a way too long party.

You hadn't seen the Queen since dinner as he was mingling with the endless party guests.

How many people could one person remember off the top of their head?

Escaping the noise would be impossible even if you wanted to. You could hear Queen Asmo's subjects singing, dancing and lighting fireworks through your room window when you made a quick stop for the restroom.

You take a bite of your kebab, waving at someone you don’t remember the name of. Galavanting from room to room to keep yourself entertained in this overstimulation fest.

Maybe you'd go back to the 'bathing room'. It was always interesting there.

Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped in a warm embrace and surrounded by the scent of fruit and alcohol.

“Darling I haven’t seen you in so long.” Asmo says dragging out the end of the statement.

“It’s only been a few hours though.”

“Might as well been years.”

You roll your eyes but pat his arm soothingly. “But you’re enjoying yourself right?”

He hums. “Everyone is here for me, adorning me with gifts and praise. I’d say it’s within the top 3 best birthdays!”

“...Isn’t a good chunk of your usual days filled with that though?”

He rests his head on you. “It’s different though.”

Before you can ask more, several people approach you two to talk to the Queen. Asmodeus hooks his arms with yours before you can walk off though.

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“Asmo, please let me go. Keeping up appearances for this long is killing me.”

“But I don't want you to disappear again!” He nuzzles into your arm and you let out a sigh.

“Can we at least take a break?”

“Are you trying to get special private time with the Queen?” Asmo gives you that stupid innocent smile that was rarely innocent.

“Er, I mean it would be nice…” You hadn’t been able to spend much time with him these last couple days since he was so busy.

“Okay since you’re one of my favorite guests I’ll give you special attention. But you owe me!”

And with that Asmo drags you away to his room.

As soon as you’re behind closed doors you flop on his soft bed. Even with the sounds of a party as background noise, you’d be able to rest your eyes.

“Wait, did you invite me here just to sleep?” You feel the bed dip beside you.

You mumble incoherently before turning your head to look at Asmo’s pouting face. You couldn’t help smiling at his expression though.

How did he do it? You probably looked very disheveled right now but there sat your Queen completely perfect as always even though he’d been all over the castle today.

“Hmm, has my beauty stunned you~?” Asmo’s lithe fingers trace a pattern on your cheek.

“Maybe…” you sigh and get up from the bed. “That reminds me. You said I owed you and I haven’t given you your birthday present yet.”

You beacon him towards his dressing table and retrieve the small box. You planned to give it to him this morning but he wasn’t here. So you left in his room hoping he would find it on his vanity before the day ended but inwardly scolded yourself for the choice when he eyed you at the dinner being the only one closest to him who hadn’t given him anything.

“Happy Birthday!” You hold out the gift to him with a small smile.

Asmo’s eyes widened a bit. Was he actually surprised? His expression turns pleased as he takes and carefully opens it.

“It’s beautiful…” He carefully pulls out the silver necklace and holds it up. It was adorned with several small jewels but the main star was a deep red painite that sat in the middle.

“And it’s very unique.” The merchant in you was screaming for giving away something this rare for free. But making sure Asmo was pleased with his present was much more worth it.

You help him put it on and watch as he admires himself in the mirror.

“So you like it right?”

“Of course I love it!” Asmo stands, grabs your hand and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. “I might have to show you how much I love it. You always know what to get me…”

You lean in hoping for another kiss but Asmo places a finger on your chin to stop you.

“After the party. I want to take my time with you….” He gives you a quick squeeze and leads you out of the room before you can complain.

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The next day when you wake up in Asmo’s arms to the sound of people being unusually loud through his window. That couldn’t be what you think it was.

You stare blearily at the ceiling. "When does everyone stop partying exactly?”

Asmo yawns and cuddles into you. “Hmm, usually in several days.”

“...How are you sleeping through this?”

#his bday literally came through again and i still didnt post it...!!#so its here now #several months later (sorry asmo haha)#maybe asmo is a bit ooc #i cant remember #i wrote this when i was on my honeymoon nightbringer kick #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x reader #obey me nightbringer #i remember I spent like an hour researching about gems for this and still picked the most historically inaccurate one on purpose lol #also mc is supposed to be one of those merchants who can talk circles around someone but thats not the main focus here lol #but yea another one of my aus #a secret au that yall didnt know about 🧠#i have so many aus in my head its wild #the mean girl (not the movie) au i have for asmo and reader #i love that one #its literally there for the purpose of “rivals” making out #this would be very niche cause asmo is gonna obviously not be very nice in the beginning #help im talking about another story in the tags of a different story lol #let me go now thanks for reading #hope some ppl like it #if theres mistakes sorry #i did not wanna get caught in the editing loop again haha

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