#the guy met the devil that helped him out by just sitting beside him and it intimidated the rats enough to be captured

[aria0fgold]

What day is it-- Where am I-- What was I doing-- Why is it that whenever I be like: I'll take a nap for a bit. It takes like 4 hours and then it feels like my brain was just resetted.

[natriae]

to say that Ushijima and your's relationship was a bit unconventional would be an understatement. In the beginning it was hard to even understand if the two of you were together. Everyone was unsure, you two, your friends, bystandards. No one was quite sure what was happening between you two.

Even now it hard to explain how you ended up with the gentle giant. "so when did you two start dating?" they question, leaving you and Wakatoshi dumbfounded by the question. Things have always been the same between you two since the day you met. As tendō put it, you and Wakatoshi have your own language. The two of you don't need to even speak to know what the other wants.

The easiest way to answer that question is when the two of you had your first kiss. To go by the first 'date' wouldn't be easy enough for you guys to pin point. The two of you were always hanging out alone but neither one was sure it was a 'date'. Ushijima was an awkward teenage boy and to say you were awkward too would be an understatement. You doubt the two of you would have even kissed if it wasn't for Tendō attempting at playing cupid.

When Tendō finally was able to get it to click in Wakatoshi's brain that his feelings were in fact more than just platonic it didn't take long for the kiss to happen. You didn't even know Wakatoshi had feelings for you like that.

It was midfall in Wakatoshi's single room dorm when your relationship changed. Society's voices were hard to ignore at this age and all you could focus on was how you were the odd one out. Never been in a relationship— not even a situationship— never kissed anyone, no talking stage. It was hard to relate to those around you, but you always had Wakatoshi there. He made you feel a lot less alone, yet your brain is far to powerful and things got awkward.

You couldn't help but let the devil on your shoulder convince you that there was so much Wakatoshi wasn't telling you. This is the farthest the two of you have been and seeing him not even once a week was unusual. He's quiet. He's always been quiet, but it feels as though that secret langage is fading away. You can't read him like you use too.

The college athlete was changing before your eyes like something clicked while you were away. Almost like he's now too aware of himself. Like he's noticing that his body is to large and confined in his space, but your heart hammered in your chest for you to calm down. He's still Wakatoshi.

He still invited you over and remembered you. He's still the Wakatoshi you've known, yet when he sits down beside you on his bed your stomach begins doing flips. You're nervous. He's never made you nervous.

The large man stares at the tv before him before taking a deep breath. "y/n," his deep voice breaths out quietly. His thick brows draw together as he looks at you. Seeming racking his brain for the right words at this moment. You watch as his chest rises in one long inhale before his adam's apple bobs with a swallow.

You can't read him.

'Ushijima' wants to exit your mouth, but you don't let it. To stunned by his eyes. You lips move with the purpose to open, but never part. You fall slight closer when he finally scooches nearer. His body weight pressing further into the mattress than yours. His olive eyes flicker towards your lips before he takes one final deep breath and moves in. His eyes shut and his long eyelashes flutter before his lips meet yours. It's soft. Gentle. As if he's to scared to hurt you, but when his hand moves to the back of your head you know that he’s just as nervous as you are. He's never done this before. He's still your Wakatoshi, he's just entering a new chapter.

[spacebaby1]

An Angel (Human!Sukuna × Reader)

WARNING: Mention of Abusive Ex (sorry if you've been through it, you are loved xoxo) Enjoy!

Sukuna sat on the bed reading a random book while you were cuddled beside him, not asleep just laying down besdie him since it wasn't that late.

You were hugging your stuffed toy, Sukuna chuckled at the sight making you open your eyes to look at him now, "hum?" You hummed in question and he just gently ruffled your hair shaking his head you smiled with nod and closed your eyes once again; he loved how you two understood each other even without speaking a word and he adored you. however, he often would ask himself the same question; "You're such an Angel, how could you be with a devil like me?" He asked.

"Can I tell you a story?" You replied softly, still eyes closed, and he hummed, hands still on your head. "They said there was this girl. She never once said a word to trigger a person into thinking that she needed help, even when she was surrounded by people that kept hurting her. Not her friends, she had few of them but they liked her a lot. The people that tend to hurt her were very close to her; her mother was an absolute nightmare, that little girl was put through so much and once she met a guy she liked dearly turned out to be even worse; though he only called her names; stupid, idiot, useless and annoying. And so on, though, at first, it was only names; this guy was a two faced; acted like an angel in public but devil to this girl. It wasn't until he raised his hands on her but in places that it wasn't easy to notice and easily covered by long clothes. She told no one, and one day, she met someone else that she took off with and never looked back; she often thought that maybe she was a bad person for just leaving and saying nothing. Do you think that what she did was what an angel would do?"

It clicked to him, he placed the book aside and got closer to your face, 'All I need is names, I will break every bone in his body if I have to.' Sukuna asked in such a gentle manner that it would've terrifie others but you smiled sitting on the bed and hugging him. You took a long breath, "Everyone who knew him told me that I should be ashamed of leaving him for you and that I'll be left alone by you. The truth is I was always scared and alone around him but with you, I feel complete, I woke up knowing you're here and it gets me excited to wake up everyday. You are not a devil, Sukuna. You saved me in ways I can't explain, I was lost for so long and I started to accept being hurt but you saved me. A devil wouldn't make sure I slept well or had my lunch or even tie my shoelaces. The devil won't treat me like a gentle being. Thank you for being nice to me and thank you for loving me, Sukuna; I love you."

"I will love you always till the day I am gone, you are my everything. Thank you for loving me, I never thought someone so sweet as you would even look at my way." Sukuna held you close resting one of his hands on the back of your head, "I will burn the whole world for you, breaking that assholes bones would be nothing, wait till I get my hands on his fucki-"

You chuckled, snuggling more into his embrace, "being here with you is enough for me, 'kuna, please stay with me forever."

"As you wish, my princess." He kissed your head again and again. Sukuna smiled, hugging you closer only for his smile to drop in anger; already planning on what to do to your ex.

[brandyllyn]

Silk from their soul (05)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: Teen (series will be explicit) Words: 2.1k Summary: The trouble with Ted

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You follow the woman down under the makeshift roof. It’s not quite a cave, not quite a building, but some mix of the two. You can feel the Cowboy at your back, his steps assured and steady.

The threat he’d made at the gate, the easy way he’d told them he could kill them all… it sent a shiver down your spine. He positively reeked of danger, you weren’t blind to it, but the casualness of it took you by surprise.

“Trader is closed for the night, but you can try the canteen for supper.”

The woman who was guiding you was maybe fifty - could be as young as a hard thirty. You were terrible at judging people’s ages. “Thanks, is there anywhere to stay the night?”

“You together?”

“No-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck. You give him a questioning look but don’t argue. He’d been nice enough so far, hadn’t attacked you, he’d even offered you some jerky to eat this afternoon. 

Better the devil you know, right?

“We won’t be separatin’,” he continued, squeezing one more time before letting you go.

“Ask Ted, he might have something,” the woman shrugs.

“And Ted is…” you venture hopefully.

“Eatin’.”

Great. You pause outside the hole with a piece of plastic tarp over it. There is the smell of food coming from the other side, and a lot of raised voices. “You sure about this?” you ask the Cowboy at your side.

“This was your idea,” he counters before stepping past you, shoving the tarp.

The room goes dead quiet. Two dozen people, at least, turn to look at you. Quickly, you move in next to him, putting on your most winning smile. You’d trained most of your life to be charming, to be pleasant, it came as easy as breathing.

“Hi!” you announce loudly, giving the room a wide smile. “We were told we could get a bite to eat here?”

“We don’t serve its kind.”

You turn your megawatt smile to the man standing behind a long bar. “No one is asking you to. But will you serve me?” You flutter your eyelashes for good measure.

The Cowboy snorts and you deliberately step on his toes.

The bartender studies you then sighs, wiping a spot in front of him clean and gesturing you towards it. There’s only one seat available there so you adjust slightly to where two stools stand empty. The wood is rough against the back of your bare thighs as you sit but it is what it is.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Rat,” the bartender barks, turning behind the bar and slopping a ladleful into what looks like an old hubcap. “Three caps.”

“I’m really hungry,” you tell him, digging into your pack. “Can I get two?”

He glares at the Cowboy but serves a second, placing both in front of you and palming the caps you lay out.

“You owe me three caps,” you whisper to your companion.

“Bill me,” he drawls, battered spoon already halfway to his mouth.

You harrumph softly, “You can pay for the room then.”

“The fuck I-”

“Hey.” The voice comes from behind you and you turn slightly to see who it is. The Cowboy doesn’t move.

“We don’t take to wrinkled ballsacks like your friend.”

“Well,” you say slowly, “someone let us in so I guess it’s gotta be kinda okay. We’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

“He threatening ya?”

“Me?” you ask incredulously.

Beside you the Cowboy has gone stiff as a board, spoon hovering just past his lips.

“Or you one of them ghoulie-fuckers?”

“We just met today,” you blurt out.

A deep sigh comes from next to you, almost a groan. “You really itching for me to shoot these guys?” he asks, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“What? No.” Your eyes dart from the Cowboy’s back to the small group of men. “Maybe there’s been a misunderstanding. We’re heading the same direction so we’re traveling together. There’s no… funny business going on.”

The Cowboy snorts, a neat trick with no nose, and the men look skeptical. 

“You need help, we can help ya,” one with crooked teeth and half an eyelid tells you with a leer.

“Not necessary!” you reply with a happy smile. “But maybe we can buy you fine fellows a drink?”

That seems to mollify them and you shell out another ten caps across the bar. 

“You’re gonna go broke, you keep on like that.”

“It was either that or watch them beat you up.”

So slowly it has to be deliberate, he turns his neck and scowls at you. “You think I couldn’t take those peckerheads if it came to it?”

“I think you shouldn’t have to,” you grumble.

He goes silent at that, shoveling down his stew and you try to do the same. You’ve had worse, absolutely, but that doesn’t mean you enjoy picking rat tails out of your teeth either.

When he finishes he shoves the makeshift bowl away, drumming his fingers on the counter. “You ain’t gotta defend me, sweetheart.”

You cut your eyes his direction. “Look, are we traveling together?”

He pauses before grunting in a way you take as assent. 

“If we’re going to travel together we need to talk about some things then.” Done with the meal you push yours away as well, smiling when you see him redirect it his direction. “I don’t know you, I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing-” you wave a hand in the general direction of everywhere.

“Just trying to keep my skin on.”

“Well, see, that’s not good enough. I’ve been alive a while now and I’ve come to know a few things.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. Like it never helps things when people are cruel for no reason.”

His eyes widen over the last of your stew, forehead contorting. It takes a moment to realize he’s raising a nonexistent eyebrow.

“Then you’re in the wrong place, darlin’.”

“I know where I am,” you snap before a hand flies to your mouth and you sigh. “Sorry, I just… growing up I knew a lot of people like you. It bothers me when jerks let their prejudices get in the way of common sense.”

“People like me…” he hums thoughtfully. “You mean-”

“Necrotic. I think that man called you a ghoul?”

“Ah,” he wipes a finger along the rim of the hubcap, licking it clean and winking at you. “I presumed you meant handsome devils.”

You laugh, not in a mean way and thankfully he doesn’t take it as such. He’s being ridiculous and he knows it. “Devil is right, you didn’t need to threaten them.”

“When precisely did I threaten them?” he asks skeptically.

“You said you were going to shoot them - and you threatened them at the gate as well,” you point out.

“Now those there were just statements of fact, sweetheart” he’s grinning at you now, head cocked to the side. “I don’t make threats, only promises.”

You scowl. “Well maybe consider promising to be a little nicer.”

“Sure thing.”

You don’t believe him.

“Which of these fuckheads is Ted?” he asks loudly, shoving the hubcap away.

The bartender juts with his chin and you both turn to look. Ted is a rather large man, a head above the people sitting around him. He barely looks your direction at the Cowboy’s pronouncement, holding half a rad-rat between hands the size of dinner plates.

“You got caps for a room?” the Cowboy asks, sliding off his stool.

“Thought you were paying.”

The look he gives you could scorch pavement but you paste on your most winsome smile and only blink in return.

“Who’s asking?”

Ted’s got a voice like gravel over steel wool. You unconsciously take a step closer to the Cowboy, feeling his jacket brush against your arm. He spares a glance down at you before answering.

“Need a room for the night.”

“A room?” Ted asks with a frown. “Johnny says you ain’t a ghoul-fucker, girlie, that right?”

“I-”

The Cowboy steps in front of you, blocking Ted from your sight. “Whether we’re fucking or not don’t seem like anyone’s business but our own. Now, you got a room?”

Your sigh is long-suffering, your eyeroll just for you since he can’t see it. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, centering yourself and cracking your neck.

“He’s protective,” you announce from behind him, ignoring the angry look he shoots you. “Can’t blame him out here, can you? But I promise I’m safe with him. We just want to get some rest.”

“He ain’t worried about your safety, darlin’,” the Cowboy mutters as you once again step around him.

“Isn’t he?” you smile up at him brightly before turning to Ted and his friends. “I appreciate your concern,  I really do. It’s so rare to meet truly good men anymore.  I-” you stop, pressing your fingertips to your chest and blinking suddenly. With a sharp intake of breath you press those same fingers to your mouth. “It’s so hard sometimes, I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”

Ted looks sucker punched, as you expected. Big men almost always fell into one of two categories - bullies or softies. Ted struck you as the latter.

“Can I give you a hug?” you ask around a fake hiccup, barely waiting for his nod before crossing to his table and wrapping your arms around his head. Maybe your breasts are in his face too, who knows.

“Still waitin’ on that room,” the Cowboy drawls wryly from the bar. You shoot him a glare over Ted’s head. 

“Goodness me,” you finally let him go. “I think I need to lay down.”

“Upstairs,” Ted tells you, “third door on the right.”

“Thank you.” You grab one of his hands, holding it to your chest for a moment before dropping it. The Cowboy looks amused as you walk by, trailing you up the stairs.

“That was quite the performance,” he states once you’re in the room. “I’ve seen my fair share of stage work but that was superb.”

You give a small curtsy, setting your pack on the single cot. “Why thank you.”

“But I’m pretty sure I told you I don’t need your assistance.”

“You catch more flies with honey,” you inform him, settling on the edge and pulling one boot off.

“Now that just ain’t true.” He leans up against the wall opposite you, watching you from under the brim of his hat. “You see they did these studies, back before the world went to shit, and turns out you catch a fair few more flies with vinegar.”

Wrinkling your nose you drop the second boot next to the first and tuck your feet under you. “That can’t be true.”

“I assure you it is.”

“Well, would your method have gotten us the room for free?”

He blinks at you then glances at the door. “Now wait a fucking minute…”

You laugh, rummaging in your pack until you find a washcloth. Using the smallest drops of precious water you wet the corner and scrub at your face. “I promise, when the time comes and someone needs to be hurt I won’t stop you. But maybe consider that isn’t the first course of action?”

“I tell you what,” he pushes off from the wall and crosses to the cot, propping himself up at the head and swinging his legs up behind you, “the next time you can work your charms for a spell. Less work for me anyway.”

Scowling you poke at one of his boots. “Off.”

“Pardon?”

“The bed is clean and your boots are definitely not. Off.”

“Sweetheart, you’re a damn sight stupider than I give you credit for if you think this bed is anything approaching clean.”

“It’s where I plan to sleep tonight, so I would like for it to be clean-ish. Boots off.”

He doesn’t move his legs, stacking his hands behind his head instead and letting his hat tip forward to cover his face. “You’re sleeping here? And where, pray tell, will I be sleeping?”

“You’re the one who insisted on one room,” you point out.

“You really trust them not to bother you?”

“I’ve known them about eight hours less than I’ve known you.”

He glances up at that, teeth wide in a knowing grin. “Now that might be the smartest thing you’ve said so far”

It’s a staring contest and you balk first, a smile pulling at your lips before you roll your eyes and stand up. “I’ll take first watch.”

“Good girl.”

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[babydollmarauders]

what about the first time the devils met el? i think that would be really cute! :)

i gaze down at the bundle in my arms, watching as she sleeps. Jack and i’s parents just left the hospital to go settle into their hotels, so the room is unnaturally quiet. Jack out in the hallway talking on the phone to Quinn.

i relax into my hospital bed, it’s around 11am, approximately fifteen hours since Eleanor was born, and i’ve only slept for two hours in that time. i’m just starting to enjoy the quiet when Jack walks back in.

“look who came to visit!” he exclaims, a wide grin on his face as a large group shuffles through the door, shy smiles on each guys face.

i can’t help but laugh. i should’ve known the team would come to meet El.

Nico, Dawson, John, Yegor, Jesper, Nate, Ryan, Dougie, and Timo all stand awkwardly near the entrance. meanwhile Luke plops down on the small couch in the room, feeling plenty comfortable, having already been here and it being his brothers baby and all.

“well are you just gonna stand there are you gonna come meet her?” i ask them, giggling at the way Nico pushes to the front of the group, quickly coming over to look at the baby in my arms.

“she’s so cute!” he tells us. “what’s her name?”

“Eleanor.” Jack replies.

“Eleanor Elizabeth Hughes.” i inform them. “El for short.”

“like Jack’s mom?” Dawson asks.

“yeah. mom cried like a, well, a baby, when she found out.” Luke says, making Jack smack the back of his head in defense of their mother.

“can we hold her?” Nico asks and i nod.

“yeah, of course!” i gently place the baby in Nico’s arms, making sure she’s positioned correctly. Nico smiles down at her, just enjoying the baby cuddles as the other boys start asking Jack and i questions about how she’s been the past few hours.

“has it been a big adjustment?” Dawson asks as Nico hands him El. Dawson grins as El opens her eyes, looking at him in confusion before closing her eyes again, not at the age yet where she cares enough about who holds her.

“it’s been different, but i think the big adjustment will happen when we take her home.” i explain, and Yegor nods his head, agreeing as the only other parent in the room. Dawson hands the baby to him.

“it’s hard at first, but definitely worth it.” Shara tells Jack and i and we both nod, as that’s what we figured.

“can’t wait for her to visit the rink!” John exclaims, watching her over Yegor’s shoulder. i laugh in response.

“you’ve got quite a while for that!” i chuckle, maneuvering in my bed to sit up more. Jesper makes it to my bedside faster than Jack can, placing an extras pillow behind my back. “thank you, Bratter.”

“well, maybe not that long. right?” Jack asks me and i smile at him.

“okay, maybe not that long.” i give in, rolling my eyes. the boys let out quiet cheers at my response, trying not to wake El.

Dougie holds her now, his finger clutched in her tiny hand.

“you guys made a cute one, i’ll admit that.” he jokes.

“thank you dougs.” i laugh, watching as he passes her off to Timo.

“she’s so tiny.” he observes, and i nod.

“six pounds and eight.” i tell them. “twenty inches long.”

“ha! Jack, she weighs the backwards version of your number!” Ryan exclaims.

“if only she weighed it the right way.” Jack jokingly pouted but i quickly shook my head.

“speak for yourself! you didn’t have to push her out of you!” i tell him, making the guys laugh.

Timo hands her over to Nate as we continue joking, the guys all fawning over my daughter.

“oh, you’re gonna be so cute on little skates.” Nate says, looking down at her.

“welcome to the team, baby girl.” Nico whispers, looking at her from beside Nate.

Jack stands beside my bed, his hand outstretching to grasp mine as we watch our friends look at our daughter in admiration.

“i’m gonna be your favorite uncle.” Dawson speaks to her, all the guys speaking up in defense of themselves.

“let’s be real i’ll be her favorite!” “uncle Nico is gonna buy her anything she wants.” “oh please! i’ll have you all beat!”

“are you guys forgetting about her real uncle? the one that’ll be living with her and helping raise her? i’ll be the favorite.” Luke finally stands from the couch for the first time in the past forty-five minutes, scooping his niece from Jesper’s arms.

[saintmagx]

✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.  

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[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 40

Nami was walking through the town, a huge sack of clothes tossed over her shoulder, Usopp with his own sack walked beside her. Nami could feel a shift in the air around her, she was fascinated with the shift in weather patterns, which at first had been necessary for navigation and had become something of a hobby.

“Hey Usopp, we need to head back to the ship right now.”

“Huh? How come I thought you wanted to look around more? Maybe stop for lunch,” Usopp asked, confused.

“The air pressure is dropping rapidly at a rather abnormal rate, there is a Storm coming and fast, unless you and your bag of goodies want to get soaked,” Nami pointed out, changing direction towards the pier.

“All right you have a good point,” Usopp followed behind her. “Hey look, it's Sanji and Zoro, hey guys!” Usopp called out, waving in their direction. Nami stopped walking and they all gathered together. Zoro had the same shirt on from last night and two new swords, where he got the money is what Nami wanted to know. Sanji on the other hand was wearing a bright colored fish shirt that she had made him buy yesterday, he also had a few shopping bags on his arm and his other was linked with Zoro's. The date must have gone well.

“Nami-swan and Usopp, funny running into you two here,” Sanji called out to them.

“Anyone know where Luffy is?” Zoro asked not to bother with any greetings. Although he did have a point, they should find their captain.

“Is he still looking for the platform?” Usopp asked from beside her. “I believe it's right here in Town Square.”

“Shit, I think he found it,” Sanji pointed out. There was Luffy atop the executioner's platform, a large piece of wood with a hole on top with his head and hands secured, a man sitting atop of it with Buggy the annoying clown next to him. It felt like ages ago that she had stolen from him, and met Luffy and Zoro.

“Why is he on the platform about to be executed?!” Nami wasn't wasn't sure who said it or if it was everyone.

“Sanji give me your bags so you and Zoro can go save our captain, meet you back at the ship,” Nami offered, holding out her hand. “No argument, just give it here,” She told him as he opened his mouth to protest. He reluctantly handed over before following after Zoro who had already taken off. She turned around and began to head towards the docks where she was originally intending to go.

“Um Nami, shouldn't we try to help them save Luffy?” Usopp asked, walking beside her.

“Usopp what would we do that they can't do? Do you really think you can get a good shot with all those people running around? Beside Buggy the clown has a devil fruit,” Nami shook her head pointing out the facts. She didn't have her staff on her, she had come here to shop not to fight.

“Hey! I'll have you know I took down a fishmen all by myself and proved myself to Daddy the parent!” Usopp argued with her, he was lucky he was her gossip buddy and that her hands were full. “We could provide back up at least,” He must still be riding the high of serving his duel.

“Well even if that's the case we have a more important task,” her voice was sharp as ever almost as if it was the crack of lightning.

“like what?”

“Like the Storm I mentioned earlier, the air pressure and temperature have been dropping rapidly for the past while. Plus I saw cumulus clouds heading from the east. That's a sure sign of a Storm rolling in, a big one to boot. What with the ruckus going on in town Square the marines are bound to be out, I really don't want to run into Captain Smoker I've heard terrible things about him,” The lady who owned the boutique she had visited had told her all about the new captain with a devil fruit who had put this town on lockdown, there haven't been any pirates making it out of here. Their business had been surfing from his influence. “What would we do if Merry was washed away when we needed a quick get away? This way we can get her ready to sail away as soon as those three make it back,” She was just glad Sanji was there, she didn't trust Luffy and Zoro to make it back in one piece.

“Holy crap you're right! That absolutely more important Sanji and Zoro will be fine on their own!” Usopp rushed ahead of her. Lucky bastard only had one bag to carry and it had straps.

“Hey wait for me!”

[dozing-marshmallow]

CHRISTMAS WITH TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS(CHRIS, DUNCAN, HEATHER) SCENARIOS

Merry Christmas everyone! So sorry I couldn’t post something Christmas themed sooner, I hope everyone’s been having a wonderful day with family and friends whether you celebrate or not!🎄❤️

CHRIS

Despite the Christmas events he hosted for many networks, Chris didn’t feel he was really celebrating it until he went over to Newfoundland.

Before dinner, you joined him on this tradition that his homeland calls “Mummering” where it was basically Guess Who and Trick or Treat combined.

Needless to say, every neighbour you visited guessed who he was correctly.

He was reluctant to complete the family secret Santa. Originally, you sucked your teeth, thinking he was just being arrogant. However, from that event, you got an insight on the nature of a lot of his relatives- opportunistic.

“Could you lend me a few thousand dollars? What’s a guy like you to lose?", "Could you be the best nephew in the world and pay for the wedding of my best friend’s daughter?", "Could you help me pay off my mortgage?"

No wonder why your husband was barely enjoying himself at the dinner table! These people didn’t see him as a human; they saw him as a big shot wallet.

“Tell me, Chris... Is this how every Christmas goes for you?” you asked when it was just you and him, sitting next to him on the guest bed.

He was as sombre as ever. Sombre!,“Yeah. Told you the rest of the family weren’t important. I only bother to put up with them for my mom. I wish they all drop dead soon though.”

Not on Christmas Day... You couldn’t end the evening like this,“Okay... Is there anything you want to do together to cheer you up before we go to bed?”

“Hm...” the exhaustion shifts in his eyes as he smugly commands,“Tell me how good I look.”

You sigh in annoyance. That, you could do any day,“Really, Chris?”

“Fiiiiiine.” his moping tone of voice settled back,“I suppose raiding the leftover desserts wouldn’t hurt.”

“That...” is an oddly simple request coming from him,“Yet you’re implying you never did it?”

His attention is caught by the room’s door,“I didn’t have anyone I wanted to do it with.”

And unlike the fall of snow, his festive misery had vanished all at once.

“ᴬˡˡ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ!”

DUNCAN

Duncan’s dad was very pushy about Church this time around.

And he always found in his best interest to not go anyway.

This time though, you were there with him. So he decided, he’ll go this year.

He was also forced to join the local youth choir that would sing on the streets to raise money for those in need.

As long as he got to wear a mask...

“Not happening.” his dad sneered.

Okay, it wasn’t actually as bad as he thought it’d go.

Though he didn’t want to give his dad that satisfaction so he played sour about coming home. His main motivation was to steal some plates worth of food, give his mother her Christmas present and stuff the stockings of his cousins with bars of coal.

If anyone asks, you didn’t see anything.

His mom knitted him a Christmas sweater in return so obviously he wore it.

He visited his friends back in juvie with you.

It was quite heartwarming, seeing these teens who had done wrong in the past still have tenderness to friends and family, making you wish them a good future post leaving prison.

Besides, if they were Duncan’s friends, they had to have some morals.

Walking back, it was clear that he had room left for mischief and wanted to fill that space by stalling so you would be in front of him and turn around in confusion to not be met with Duncan, but his snowball.

“Hahaha! Nice makeup!”

You brush the snow off your face and feel your own devil inspire.

Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine.

You bent down and rolled up a snowball. Let the fight begin!

“ ᴼ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ, ᵃˡˡ ʸᵉ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰᶠᵘˡ, ʲᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ!”

HEATHER

She scrunches her nose at the arrival of Christmas, that season that’s “nothing but noise and shallow junk.”

"I got you a present." you held it out for her.

“Buying my favour when it’s not my birthday, huh?” she looked inside the bag with no anticipation until she saw designer clothes neatly folded. She raised a smile and an eyebrow as she glanced back at you,“Okay, I guess it’s not that bad.”

Seeing her house made you wonder why she auditioned to come on the show.

To her displeasure, you were having fun cutting snowflakes, painting ornaments and decorating gingerbread men with her younger brothers and sisters.

Even more so when you helped her parents prepare the meal.

“We could never dream of Heather helping us out in the kitchen!” her mother claimed, wearing gloves over her manicured hands and a long apron over her expensive attire,“This is a nice change!”

“For sure! (Y/N) should come every year! Maybe our Heather Feather could learn a thing or two from you!” her father would then add on, with a hopeful smile.

With that, she dragged you out of the kitchen by the ear lobe.

“Let’s get out of here. I want something to drink.” she demanded, all ready in her outside winter gear.

Why come home if you’re not going to enjoy yourself?

You’re about to pay for the cozy drinks, but Heather interrupts you.

“I’ll do it.”

After an opening sip and staring at all this pure white showering from the sky, you smirk at Total Drama’s first villain,“So she does have a giving heart!”

Her answer was as cold, but her face was soft,“Don’t make me spill this on you.” the steam from her cup should be the only thing your eyes made contact with,“I just felt nice today. Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

Something about that clarification made her tighten her grip on her cup for a small moment.

Seems like she wanted to give home a chance to fix her a reason for being...this. Generous.

A reason to like Christmas.

However, being with you, peacefully drinking with her, not disgusted or intimidated, was a reason on its own.

“ᵀʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ, ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ, ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ,”

[sofasoap]

Five Times

Pairing : John Price x F!reader (aka OC Mini MacTavish) Summary: Five times you met, four times you parted. Part 1 to the Five times series.

Warning: Alcohol usage, mature themes. This is probably gonna be the most controversial out of all my Mini route. Age gap, if you don't like the idea of age gap story, turn around NOW.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Sitting at his favourite pub near the base, nursing a glass of whisky, deep in thought. Price likes to come here to get away from everything. Not even hiding in his office helps him to relax. Hearing the chime of the door, he looked up. Noticing a woman, guessing around Gaz’s age, walked into the pub. Price had never seen her before yet there was an air of familiarity to her. Looking around, and down to her phone with a frown, she walked up towards the bar.

Price was genuinely surprised when she ordered a glass of Islay whisky, neat. Not a choice associated with younger crowds nowadays. 

“Good choice there.” 

“Excuse me?” Price pointed to the glass, “your drink.” “I would usually go for their ten year option but this is good enough.” raising the glass towards Price, “What have you go there?” Nodding in agreement as Price gave the brand of the drink, “Not bad, I would recommend you to try the sherry cask 18 year vintage next time.” “Sounds like you are a whisky enthusiast.” “Grew up running around my parent’s farm and distillery, I guess that just gives me a bit more exposure. But I don’t think my parents will be pleased that I have favouritism towards Islay over Highland.”  Holding out his hand, “John.” Shaking his hand and mentioning the name in return, “ I am the youngest in the family, so everyone calls me Mini instead. Thanks to my brother. In fact, that bampot is running late. He is supposed to meet me here.” Price chuckled. “Your brother lives around here?” You nodded.  “He lives at the base actually. Ah speaking of the devil, There he is.” Price turned around, eyebrow raised as he saw who you were pointing to.

“Soap.” Now Price understands where the familiarity came from. 

“Captain? What are you doing here?” Soap was surprised his captain was sitting with his sister at a pub, chatting away. “ Having a discussion with your sister about whisky.”

“ Well I gotta say you are talking to the right person. She is a certified whisky nerd.” “ I don’t know if that is a compliment or an insult Johnny.” you huffed. “ Believe me, I DO compliment you from time to time.” Downing the last bit of the drink in your glass, you turn towards Price, with a soft smile,”Well, it was a nice conversation with someone that doesn’t think it's weird a girl likes their whisky.” “Until next time.” 

Watching you walking out the door with Soap, Price refused to admit you certainly raised his interest. 

Price is sitting on the sideline, watching with amusement as you and Simon clash head to head, trying to outdo each other in the drinking game.  Shaking his head. Apart from Soap, Price never seen Ghost letting his guard down so much. These two MacTavishes really have some sort of power over him. Thanking Gaz for the water, you walk towards Price and sit down on the chair beside him. 

“That was impressive.” 

“Thanks. If we had gone for the whisky, I would surely beat him.” “You know he is more of a bourbon guy right? Looking at Price with exaggerated gasp, “Sacrilege!”

Two of you spend the night chatting away about whisky, life and travel.

You were witty, funny, wise beyond your years. The soft smile on your face, listening to his conversation intently, a woman with her own thoughts.  That feeling again, bubbling away underneath the surface, pushing it away. For the moment he is just going to pretend it never exists. It's a dangerous feeling. A feeling he shouldn’t have. A feeling that he never thought he still had. 

“Mini.” Price notice you shook a bit as he called out to you. 

You were staring blankly at the machine, beeping away, the only sign that is telling you that your brother is still alive and breathing. Price showed up a few days ago at your doorstep in London, still in his full tactical gear, standing in the rain, exhaustion evident on his face, informing you of Soap’s near death experience. It’s not the usual protocol for the captain to inform the next of kin about the soldier’s injury or condition directly, but for some reason, Price wants to break the rule for you. He wants to tell you the news in person. 

You were awfully calm when you rang your parents, currently overseas at moment on business trips, telling them about your brother’s latest “misadventure” Calling out to you again, this time by your name, you finally turn around facing him. Tears finally start to spill over from your red rimmed eyes. Taking two steps forward, Price scoops you into his embrace, as you start to sob uncontrollably, clutching onto his vest with your dear life. You slowly fall asleep, as Price lightly caresses your hair, whispering to you words of reassurance and promising to wake you as soon as there are any changes with Soap.

Just for today. He said to himself. You need comfort. From a FRIEND. 

Holding up a bottle of whisky, the label has clearly seen better days, “Want to try some?” you smirked. You found Price hiding in the shadow, puffing away on a cigar,  around the corner of the converted barn. Everyone has gathered at your parent’s distillery for Soap’s wedding.

 “Stole that from the cellar?” Price commented as you poured the alcohol into two tulip-shaped glasses. “Excuse me, don’t make me sound like I am some sort of thief… I do have the right to access the cellar. I am just.. Borrowing this for my guest to sample the great vintage.” Passing Price one of the glass, “Slàinte Mhath.” “do dheagh shlainte.” Price responded before he took a sip.  The heavy aromas and richness of the flavour gradually hit his senses as it travelled down his throat. “... This is really good.” You smirked, “Thank you, well worth me sneaking into the cellar middle of the night then.” “So you did steal it.” “ Well I did say I borrowed it. I DO intend to put the bottle back later on.” Taking a sip yourself as you lean against the wall, “Ah, this IS good.” “ Yo haven’t tried it yourself yet?”

“ Well, this was intended to be opened for my wedding. But I don’t want to wait for that long.” Price raised an eyebrow,  you just smiled, “There’s still quite a few bottles, don’t worry. Keep drinking.” 

Price took another sip. “You look handsome without your boonie hat on.”

“That’s what everyone said.” He grumbled.

Chuckling slightly, “ you should listen to them more.”

Two of you standing side by side, looking into the darkness, enjoy each other’s company in silence as noises of the crowd can be heard from a distance away. The music changed all of sudden, to a slower pace of music. Carefully putting the glass down on the grass, he held out a hand to you. 

You hesitate for a moment before accepting his hand shyly, sliding the other hand onto his shoulder, and lean into his chest as he closes his arm around your back, holding you gently, like a delicate doll, swaying slowly. 

“John.” “I know.” “We shouldn’t.” “I know.” “This will never work.”

“...”

Tilting your head up, you look into his beautiful blue eyes. Searching for something. 

“Price. Mini.” Ghost’s deep voice cuts through the tension. You quickly buried yourself into Price’s chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible, hiding.

“Soap is coming this way.” Reluctantly you two parted. But not before he picks up your hand again, lightly caressing it with his thumb as he looks into your eyes, giving it a gentle kiss and releasing it. 

This is for the best. Ending it before it starts. So he said to himself.

“How have you been?”

“ Busy with life. You?” “ Same.”

The awkward silence. The men had come over for a visit to see Soap and his partner’s new baby. You just happen to visit at the same time. You were happy to see your brother’s team mates. It has been quite a while since you saw all of them at the wedding. You miss them. Especially Price. He found you sitting in the backyard, drinking a cup of hot tea, enjoying the rare winter sun.

“Congratulations on the new addition to the MacTavish family.”

“ Thank you, I am sure in few years time Ghost will be having huge headache with three MacTavishes annoying him.” turning around picking up the big tea pot,

“Tea? I am sorry I don’t have any whisky to offer you here.” You half joked.

“I still got that bottle you stole from the cellar you know.” “ Oh, now you are the thief! “I am just keeping it safe for you.” Mumbling a word of thanks as you pass the cup of tea to him, he opened his mouth again to speak after taking a slow sip,

“Soap spoke to me that night, after you walked back to the party.” You tilt your head, confused. “I saw how you look at my sister, Captain.”

Price’s eyes have been lingering on you all night as he watches you interacting with your family and guests, laughing and having the time of your life. He did catch your eyes a few times, looking at him longingly, flashing that gentle smile, which he wishes you will not show anyone but him. “I have no right to tell you who or my sister to see.” picking up the glasses you have left behind, Soap poured himself and Price another glass of drink, “But as her brother, her family, I don’t want to see her hurt. Do not let her down if you are only half assing it Captain.” 

You were at a total loss. Why is he telling you this? Why now? “Captain. You are overworking yourself.”

“I know.”

“ You are miserable.” 

“ I am not.”

“ yes you are. You are worse than Ghost.”

“Oi. I am here you know.”

Reaching out to hold his hand, you call his name softly. “ I have another bottle of whisky. No, I didn't steal it from the cellar.” You answered his silent question as he gave you a pointed look. “ I bought this with my OWN money thank you very much.” “ Took me a while to find it. Would you like to come over to try it out?” You asked tentatively.

“ Should I bring your bottle back to you too?”

Shaking your head, taking a deep breath before you make the next bold statement. ‘Just keep it until the special occasion it’s intended for. If everything works out.”

Price was amused with your forwardness and the subtle hint. 

“ It’s a date then?” he asked with a smile.

“ it’s a date.” 

[geddy-leesbian]

a while back @highball66 made a post about Leon being a nerd that would probably play MTG, and apparently the concept got lodged in my brain so here's a drabble of Leon and Luis meeting at an MTG prerelease because those two are def nerds like that

I had their twink era RE2 era in mind when writing this, but not sure how much it actually matters

Leon had been apprehensive about coming here, expecting the crowd to be the stereotypical basement dwellers with noticeably bad hygiene. But he still came, because he's brand new to this city and didn't know anyone, or have any other ideas for how to meet people. Well, that's not entirely true. He knows some people, his coworkers. The problem is just that his naive belief that cops are morally upstanding folks that help people has been shattered beyond repair, and he has zero desire to spend any time with them outside of work. (He doesn't want to go to work with them either, but he has to, until he gets another job lined up.)

So it wasn't like Leon had anything to lose coming here, just a faint possibility to gain something.

There were a few of the basement dwellers Leon expected, but there was also something he absolutely did not expect: A very gorgeous man with tan skin, soft gray eyes, and a smile that's just about blinding. He's sitting across the room, and Leon keeps stealing glances at him. He’s clearly very experienced, with how fast he sorts his cards into his piles. Leon looks down at his own cards to sort and when he looks back up the man is already done with his own deck, counting to make sure he had the right amount, quickly sleeving it, and then scooping up the cards he wasn't playing to put them away.

He stands up and starts striding across the room, and Leon has to make a conscious effort to not stare and drool at the man. He's taller than Leon thought. He's got long, lean legs and the most perfect hips Leon has ever seen. And then somehow he's talking to Leon.

“Mind if I sit here?” He has an accent. It's hot. Leon had set his bag on the chair next to him, but moves it so the ridiculously hot stranger can take a seat. “This is your first time coming here? First time playing..?”

“Do I stick out that bad?”

“Not really. It's just that I know I would have recognized you if you'd been here before. I could never forget such a pretty face,” Did this guy seriously just call Leon pretty? In a warm, genuine tone, like it's actually a compliment? Leon is quite used to comments like that, but in a derogatory manner. "Compliments" hurled at him in mocking tones. “But I will admit, you do look a little lost. Do you want help building your deck?”

“Yeah, sure. I've played before, back in high school, but never made any decks. Just played with decks my friends would let me borrow. I wanted to have my own, but my foster parents thought the game was basically devil worship and would've been dragging my ass to the pastor if they ever found cards under their roof.”

Leon worries that might have been a little too personal too fast, but he's not sure Tall Hot Guy was even listening. He doesn't say anything, and seems laser focused on Leon's cards.

“Off to a good start, with your sorting,” In the time Tall Hot Guy made a deck, all Leon managed to do was open all his packs and sort them by color. Tall Hot Guy starts going through the piles, picking out some cards to set aside. “Prereleases are good for beginners. New cards, new mechanics, so even people with experience won't know everything. Besides, you're not even the only new player here. Now, I think you have enough for mono red, so we keep it simple and do that, if there isn't anything else you'd rather do?”

“That's fine, whatever you think is good. You're the expert.”

The “help” is less help and more just him doing everything. But he does talk as he goes through cards and starts laying them out. Leon is fine with the situation.

“Mana curve, it's important. This is your deck laid out from lowest to highest mana cost,” So there is a method to the madness. He figured there was a reason they were laid out the way they were, but hadn't figured it out. “You want variety, because you want to be doing things every turn. You need big win condition cards, but you don't want to just be sitting by idly waiting several turns to get enough mana for them, you need small things too. Of course you can get unlucky enough to not draw your lower cards early, but at least the odds are better if you have a good mix of low and high cards.”

Tall Hot Guy finishes the spells in Leon's deck and gets up to fetch the basic lands it will need from the shop's communal land station, and grabs something out of his bag too. He needs to stop standing up, because every time Leon really struggles to not ogle him. Curse those stupid skintight jeans.

Leon puts away the unused cards, except for one stack Tall Hot Guy made for reasons Leon really can't figure out. It seems so random, cards from every color.

“Hey, what's this stack of cards next to the deck?”

“Oh, those are just cards that I think will maybe be worth something,” After putting the lands on top of Leon’s deck, Tall Hot Guy starts putting the other stack in card sleeves. “These are extra sleeves you can have, to keep these in good shape in case you do want to sell them at some point.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I've already told you that you have a pretty face, right? I'm a sucker for a pretty face. I want you to have fun playing here, so you come back. Now, let me give you some pointers on what your deck wants to do!”

Leon hadn't expected this guy to actually stay and keep talking. He said Leon wasn't the only new player, so he figured once he got Leon's deck together he'd go over and help out the other newbies. But no. The only thing that Tall Hot Guy seems interested in is just talking Leon's ear off. This isn't a general newbie thing, there's something about Leon specifically. He barely absorbs a word he's saying, he's too busy staring at his stupid perfect face and messy curly hair he wants to touch.

Leon jumps up the second a game store employee calls out that deck building time is up and pairings are ready, because he really needs to get the hell away from this guy that's making him feel things his recent ex-girlfriend never could. He gets a slip of paper with his name and the name of his opponent: Dr. Lewis Serra. He looks around, totally lost, because he doesn't know anyone. Of course, Tall Hot Guy approaches him again.

“Do you need help finding your opponent?”

“First my deck, now helping me find someone, you're a real knight in shining armor, aren't you?” Was that flirty? Doesn't knight in shining armor usually have some romantic connotations? Did Leon actually just flirt with this guy? He's pretty sure he did. Christ. “You know who, uh, Dr. Lewis Serra is?”

“You're looking at him. Your knight just so happens to be your first opponent too. Guess it's just you and me, pretty boy,” The words make Leon's face heat up, but thankfully Lewis turns his back to Leon quickly, to lead him to a table. He just hopes and prays the blushing will have subsided before he sits down and faces Lewis. “By the way, the name is actually Luis Serra. The name on the slip is a stupid nickname that just won't die.”

“There a story behind it?”

“I suppose, depending on how you want to define story. Some idiot I played once thought that my name was pronounced like Lewis, and everyone else thought it was really funny. That's it. Like I said, stupid.”

“What about the Dr. part?”

“Oh, that, ah, that actually isn't a nickname. To toot my own horn, I was a real child prodigy. I got my PhD in biology when I was 16,” Oh great. This guy is tall, hot, and insanely smart. Be still Leon's beating heart. “Normally I'm humble and never introduce myself with the title, I don't want to seem pretentious. And I like to keep my work and personal life separate. It being on the slip is not my choice. I've asked them to stop putting it here, but of course they just think it's funny that it annoys me!”

“Well, there are worse nicknames. My coworkers call me Leon Stupid Kennedy.”

“Wow. Okay. You win, yanqui, I have no right to complain about being Dr. Lewis,” Luis lifts his life die up. “High roll? Or I can just let you go first, since you're a beginner?”

“Such a gentleman, guess I'll just go first.”

Leon's deck is as straightforward as Luis promised. He plays mountains. He taps mountains and casts creature spells that he attacks with. There are some instant and sorcery spells in there too, but not a lot and they're pretty simple, mostly just kill spells.

Luis's deck is complicated, which is no surprise. Just about every single card he plays triggers some combo on cards he already has out, and he's constantly drawing cards, scrying, tapping and untapping things, putting counters on shit… It's impossible for Leon to keep up with. But he doesn't really need to. It doesn't matter what Luis is up to, his deck is meant to just keep attacking regardless of what his opponent is doing. And it… Actually works? He thought he was going to get his ass handed to him, but then he gets Luis down to 5 life…

“You got me. There's no way I can win now,” Luis says, scooping his board up and starting to shuffle his deck. “Game two!”

-

“Oye, earth to Leon, you in there?” Jesus Christ. Luis played a card that required him to shuffle his library and Leon completely zoned out staring at Luis's hands. At first he was just looking at his rings, but then he was just watching his hands shuffling his deck, thinking about what else those fingers could do… What the hell is wrong with Leon? “It's your turn!”

“Right. Sorry. Just zoned out.”

Game two does go to Luis. Quite possibly because Leon kept swooning over him and getting distracted.

But somehow Leon gets his shit together enough to win game three. Luis goes up to report the result of their match, and then the other players that are done gather around and give Luis some shit for losing to a beginner. Leon's anxiety suddenly kicks into overdrive and he gets hit with a vision of Luis throwing him under the bus to protect his own reputation, saying something about how Leon sucks and Luis could have crushed him if he tried, but he went easy on him, and Leon would spend the rest of the night questioning if he actually knows how to play. Being an outcast among other outcasts would be a new low for him.

It doesn't happen. Luis doesn't even dignify the comments with a response, just wanders away from them to glance at the ongoing matches. Leon is both relieved and disappointed that Luis doesn't try to talk to him again. Not until the end of the night, after prize packs are being handed out.

“So… Will I be seeing your pretty face around here again? You won three packs, you could save them for a Friday Night Magic draft for free?”

“Yeah. Think I will.”

Leon isn't sure what exactly a Friday Night Magic draft is, but he'll figure it out.

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Coward Trio With A Barbarian!Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic/Platonic

Nami

She thinks you're a slob and uncivilized, but you help defend her in battle, and she couldn't be more grateful for it.

You and she have similar personalities — being more fiery and assertive than most usually are. The two of you are a powerful duo when together, but it always gets tense when one of you disagrees with the other.

She makes you do a lot of laborious tasks. Mostly carrying chests of gold or doing little things around the ship, but every now and then she'll have you carry her bags and stuff when she's out shopping. You're strong, aren't you? You can carry MUCH more than she can~

Honestly, she might just "hire" (she says hire but it's just her cashing in favors) you to be her bodyguard whenever you've stopped on an island. She feels a lot safer around you.

Nami loves buying you little trinkets and such to show her appreciation for everything you do. It's usually just like a scarf or something (since you don't ever wear anything but rags) but it's always meant to be genuine and not to trap you into more debt.

She's always leaning over to whisper things she notices to you just to keep you aware of the smaller things you might not have detected.

The two of you work really well together actually, with her stealth and thieving abilities and your raw strength, you guys end up doing a considerable amount of damage to anyone you come across.

Usopp

You're one of the coolest people he's ever met. He can't get enough of your extroverted attitude toward everyone you meet and the way you seamlessly massacre marines. He wants to be just like you and would beg you to train him.

He adores how adventurous you are and will always puff out his chest and follow you around whenever you go anywhere.

He loves crafting different weapons for you to use in battle. He always gets so excited whenever you win with the gear he made for you. It fills him with so much pride to know he helped in some way.

As great as he thinks you are, he also thinks you're stupid and will beg you to let him do all the talking.

"Please... let me do this, you can't get us into trouble again, Nami will kill me."

He'll turn into somewhat of a mini-you and is the biggest supporter you've ever received. Just humor him please, you're his role model.

You and him are another duo that works really well together. With him snipping from afar, and you on the front line, there isn't really anything preventing the two of you from doing anything.

Chopper

Bro is NOT sticking around you. He's booking it the second you start getting aggressive with people. Sure, he thinks you're neat, but he refuses to get caught in any crossfire. You scare him, and he'd rather go to anyone else besides you.

He does, however, rush to heal you whenever you take a particularly heavy hit. He might think you're intimidating, but you're still his crewmate.

It takes a while for him to really start to grow on you, but when he does, he rarely leaves your side.

Robin's told him stories of characters that sound a lot like you and how they're uneducated savages. So, he'll do his best to sit you down and read to you in hopes that you'll end up a more civilized member of society.

He also asks you a ridiculous amount of questions about your heritage and where you come from. He finds it so weird how you can be so naturally powerful, without you being any unique race or having a devil fruit.

A lot less common than the other two. It's usually just him "sneakily" following you around and taking notes, while you mind your own business.

[abbyslev]

Power dating headcannons would be cool *slides 100$*

𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: *grabs $100 and puts it in bra* ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE also tysm for this cause power is literally my wife and i spent like all day on these TYSM FOR THIS

SIDE NOTE: i do apologize for closing request, but i’m gonna finish up and post all request!! i am so sorry if i haven’t gotten to yours, i’m working on them i’m so sorry!!!

Power hated you when you two first met

she never understood why, but she didn’t feel an urge to kill you

your blood wasn’t desirable in that way, it smelled sweet like honey, and she felt an attraction to you

she didn’t want to kill you, that’s what angered Power. she couldn’t understand why

once you two became closer and started dating, it was a completely different story

everytime you come pick Power up for dates, Aki will open the door and greet you and Power rams him out of the way, embracing you in a kiss

she’s sooooooo cuddly it’s insane

your hands are always linked together, her head in always on your shoulder and she’s always giving you little kisses everywhere 

after missions you carry her on your back and she falls asleep :( 

aki gets onto you both for goofing off 

YOU DENJI AND POWER>>>> 

aki’s worst nightmare as a trio basically 

denji asking if you guys touch each others  boobs ???

“ohhh… do you guys like…kiss too?” as he’s staring deep into your souls trying not to go crazy 

power sits on your lap and sleeps:(((((

you’ll brush her long hair after she bathes, careful around her horns while she goes on long rants about hating humans 

“except you. you know that.” as she gives you a devilish smile 

you guys are meowys parents :D

you have a cat at your apartment too, since aki only lets her have one at his apartment 

power basically lives at your apartment 

she’s always sprawled on top of you. she likes knowing you're with her

she sits in the bath bath bubbles with you wash her back and hum to her 

she takes your hoodies ALL THE TIME 

aki has to call you and make you calm  her down because she refuses to listen to anyone else

when you two fight devils she will always kill them before they even look your way

SOOO PROTECTIVE 

she bites 

“look at how cute these little marks are! :3” “babe, i’m bleeding.”

you had to explain pet names to her 

“love? my names power!” 

after she understands and get used to it, she calls you love, kitten, and dear! 

talks about you a lot

she notices a lot of small details

sometimes you come home from running errands or something and she’s upside down on your couch, watching tv and playing with the cats :)

dont expect to have your own space at night, power will glue you to herself if she has too 

“are you gonna finish that?” everytime you push your plate away

she growls at you for literally NO REASON

loves loves loves when you sit in between her legs and let her play with your hair :( 

likes to stand beside you or just a bit in front of you so she can hold your hand and drag you around 

stands on her tiptoes to kiss you 

UGH shen you drop her back off at Aki’s you always kiss her and she’s like :D

blushes blushes blushes blushes blushes 

she’s the little spoon always 

when she still has sm energy at night she’ll lay on top of you and ramble about annihilating the human race and keep all the cats and marrying you 

tries to help you with cooking 

“aki does this all the time” *flips eggs and watches them fall on the floor* “oops” 

she’s just so cute 

you have to constantly remind her to eat and drink water because her mind is in another world

overall 10/10 gf love her sm that’s my baby

[certifiedwerewolf]

I never posted the chapter where I introduced Lucy in TGOJW so here's the scene where she was introduced. She's so fun. I love her.

It had, of course, been just a regular ass cabin, a little dusty from unuse but otherwise normal as hell.

It’s not normal as hell now. There are sigils on the wall, recognizable warding, and a summoning circle on the floor. Half guttered out candles sit around it. And in the middle of the circle, a tween girl lies unconscious.

Dean is at her side in an instant, patting her cheek and sighing in relief when she opens her eyes.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened?”

“What do you want?” she demands.

“You’re unconscious in a summoning circle,” Dean points out. “I was trying to help you.”

“I wasn’t unconscious. I was communing.”

“With…?”

“Ugh.” She stands up, and begins clearing away the candles. Now that he’s not panicked, Dean can see that there’s no actual summoning ingredients. Okay, well, maybe she’s just got hold of some partial accounts and tried them out. Still, the symbols are a little too good, they should probably find out where she got them and, ideally, burn it.

Unless it’s a website. Can’t burn those. Maybe they can get Charlie to, though.

“So,” the girl says once she has all of her candles tucked into her hands. She looks up at them with a demented smile, the kind that a kid wearing black lipstick and black combat boots and a spiked collar with her camp shirt and khaki shorts might practice in the mirror. “What do you know about Satan?”

“Satan,” Dean says. “Satan. Like from the Bible?”

She nods. Dean looks helplessly to his brothers. They know lots about Satan.

“I know he’s the world’s worst roommate,” Sam says drily. Dean snorts.

“And he has daddy issues coming out of, like, every orifice.”

“He is an entire mountain of dicks,” Adam deadpans.

They all look over to John. He raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me, I never met the guy.”

The girl stares up at them. “Who are you guys?”

“Ghost hunters,” Dean says. Beside him, Sam holds up one of the cameras they’ve brought along for verisimilitude. “We were told this cabin was unoccupied.”

“It is. That’s why I’m here. It’s a nice quiet place where no one will bother me while I commune with the forces of darkness.”

“The forces of darkness.”

“Yeah.”

“And those forces would be…?”

“Oh. You know. Hell.”

“Can you be more specific?” Sam asks. “Like a specific force from hell?” He glances at Dean. “Can you give us a name?”

She squints up at him, a squint that bizarrely reminds Dean of Crowley, and says, slowly, “No, no names. Just… general forces. Demons. Devils. Souls of the damned. That sort of thing.”

As one, all four men let out a collective breath. It sounds like this girl isn’t in contact with anyone from Hell after all, just in possession of a partial summoning spell.

“So where’d you learn to do that?” Dean asks, squatting down to get a better look at her summoning circle. “The communing, I mean.”

“Read it in a book.”

“Your parents know you’re reading books on communing with Hell?”

“My parents are dead,” she sniffs haughtily, in a tone that says yeah, dead parents, you feel bad yet? He only just doesn’t roll his eyes.

“Well, you shouldn’t mess around with stuff like that,” Dean tells her. “You could piss off the wrong people. And trust me, the Queen of Hell is a personal friend of mine, and you do not want to get on her bad side.”

Being twelve, she doesn’t feel the need to resist rolling her eyes.

“The Queen of Hell is a personal friend of yours? Yeah, right.”

“She is!” Dean grins. He loves these kinds of conversations, where the things he’s saying are taken for bullshit. “And her son is my roommate!”

“Okay, now I know you’re lying,” she says. She squints at him again. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“I would never!”

She doesn’t look like she particularly believes him, so he makes a heart-crossing motion. “I’m Dean, by the way.”

She squints at him. “Lucy,” she says slowly.

“Lucy.”

“Fiero.”

“Lucy Fiero,” he repeats. “Well, okay, Lucy. What can you tell me about Cabin #13?”

[myriadof-fandoms]

harringrove week - day 5 - am i walking towards something i should be running away from?

prompt:  A Seance at Hawkins Cemetery During a Red Moon

or: billy haunts steve and steve would very much like him to stop

ao3

Steve has really fucking had it with Billy Hargrove. Even in death the fucker won't leave him alone.

If it's not lights turning on and off, it's the dishes clashing in the kitchen or the stereo suddenly blasting metal.

When he comes home his things aren't where he left them. At work tapes move. The channel in the car changes whenever they play Madonna. His hair products keep running out even when he has just bought them.

Steve is so over it he could scream.

Or, well, he has. Multiple times. He's told Billy to go to hell a couple of times now - the only response he's gotten is Mötley Crüe's Shout At The Devil suddenly starting to play.

It appears that despite Billy's clear ability to fuck with things the one thing he cannot do is speak. And must that not drive him fucking nuts. Steve is only a little gleeful about the loudmouth not being able to annoy him like that at least.

If it weren't for the fact that he is still very much annoyed by everything else Billy does, and if he didn't care for Max a whole lot, he wouldn't fucking be here. Because it's fucking creepy and he's had his more than his fair share of that for the rest of this life and the next.

But no, sadly he is still annoyed and he does care for Max, so now he's stuck on the fucking cemetery while the moon glows fucking red and Eddie The Freak Munson is sitting in front of him with a goddamn Ouija board.

All because Billy had decided to haunt Steve and Max together in the car one day by playing goddamn Def Leppard, which at least confirmed Steve wasn't just going mental, and then Max had made him tell her all about his experience with Billy The Ghost. She was going through it as well, except apparently in death Billy has decided to be nicer to her and keeps helping her pass tests in school or tormenting his father whenever he raises his voice against Max.

After that conversation suddenly all of the kids knew. And of course Dustin and the other knobheads had to befriend The Freak. The Freak who for some reason knows a lot about Seances and talking to ghosts. Which was of course the only logical thing to be done.

Max had just had to look a little sad at the idea of not trying it. And Billy had started blasting I Want To Break Free and Steve actually felt bad for the guy for a minute there. So he agreed. (He regretted it when Billy wouldn’t stop turning the water cold while Steve was having a shower later.)

Obviously Robin had thought it was a great idea to try and talk to Steve's poltergeist when he complained to her about it. So at least he's not alone amongst the nutjobs. He's brought his very own best friend so at least he understands how one of the nutjobs around him works.

She sits beside him, basically vibrating with excitement. Max is on Steve’s other side, more subdued but he can feel her tension. She wants this to work. As does Billy, Steve’s sure. The fucker had once again played Billy’s Got A Gun over and over again while Steve drove around picking the kids up.

They met Munson at the cemetery. He had set the day, because a blood moon is apparently the best possible setup for a seance. He made them set up candles around Billy’s grave, a morbid task that Steve didn’t enjoy one bit. Will looked a bit spooked by it too.

Honestly, Steve doesn’t know why any of the kids are even here except for Max. Mike has been making stupid comments the entire time and has only further made this evening unbearable. As have Dustin and Lucas because they keep fighting about how the pentagram of candles is supposed to be set up. The only one who has been perfectly well behaved is Eleven and she seems to just be fascinated by Eddie’s tattoos so.

Robin and Steve are told to form a circle of salt around the set up of candles and after that annoying piece of work Munson tells them all to sit in a circle with the ouija board in the middle of them. There's a picture of Billy next to it, the one that they used at the pool, with his stupid crop top on. Something about the whole thing irritates Steve to no end.

"Right, so first we're going to have to call Billy here."

“Oh, no need, he’s here,” Steve informs him with only lightly disguised annoyance.

Munson arches one eyebrow, “And how do you know that?”

“Because he keeps breathing cold air down my neck.”

The kids have the audacity to snicker at that. Steve considers just going home. The little ungrateful shits can all walk.

"You sure that's not just the wind?" Munson dares to look at him like that's a valid question.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, you ever feel a fucking breeze only touch your neck and literally move nothing else, Munson?" Steve doesn't hide his annoyance at all anymore. "He's here just get on with it."

"Right," Steve doesn't quite understand it but Munson looks amused now. "So technically we all have to place two fingers on the planchette-"

"The what?"

Again Munson throws him a look. This time like he's stupid.

"The planchette. The thing that Billy will move to communicate with us, Harrington."

Right. He could've figured that one out maybe.

"Anyway, we're too many so I suggest Red, King Steve and I actually touch the thing and everybody else forms a circle around us."

He rearranges their seating arrangement so that the tiny nerds and Robin sit between them and all hold onto each other's hands. Except the three of them that move their hands to the little triangle and are thus on one side only in the circle through a hand on their shoulder.

Munson looks almost giddy with excitement when he finally gets on with it, "Billy? Are you here?"

Steve should've gotten high to deal with this.

"Didn't you listen to me? I told you-"

The planchette moves.

YES

And right that was really creepy.

It also proved Steve's point which he would really like to point out but Max speaks before he can.

"Oh my god," Her voice is a little shaky but Steve can't blame her. Not when the small thing under their hands is still vibrating with energy. "Billy, are you okay?"

The planchette moves quickly over the board. Both Dustin and Lucas read the letters out loud over Max' shoulder

R U K I D D I N G

Typical. Steve voices his opinion of Billy's sass, "Well, then, at least we know it's actually the douchebag."

Despite the fact that Billy is being a primary example of a dickhead Max sniffles.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I didn't want you to-"

The planchette interrupts her. It drags their fingers to the stark NO before moving over the letters again.

N O T D E A D

"What-" Max's face is drawn together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The planchette rips out from under their fingers and they all quickly pull them away from the board. It almost flies over the letters now.

W H A T I S A I D S H I T B I R D I A M N O T D E A D

The planchette stops. Steve wonders if all ghosts are this rude and stupid or if Billy is a special case.

"Eh, Hargrove, dude, I think all these people kind of saw you die? We're also literally sitting at your grave."

N O T G H O S T

"What do you mean? We don't understand," Max sounds so desperate it makes Steve want to have words with Hargrove again.

H A V E B O D Y C A N F E E L W R O N G P L A C E

"Wrong- wrong place?" Will speaks up surprisingly. "Describe it."

D A R K C O L D W R O N G

For a moment they stay silent. Munson in confusion and all of the others with the same thought.

Mike says it first, “The upside down?”

"Sure sounds like it," Lucas answers.

"If he's in the Upside Down we can get him out," Max says. "Right?"

The planchette moves again.

W H A T

Max almost absentmindedly answers, while looking between Eleven and Dustin waiting for a response to her own question, "We might be able to get you out of there."

"If we can open a gate, it should work," Dustin says hesitantly.

Now almost everyone is looking at El. Her powers have been wonky at best since Starcourt.

"I can try." Her voice doesn't waver but Steve picks up a slight hitch that used to not be there. It tears at him a little. El is too cute to go through shit that makes her question herself like this.

The tiny noise of the planchette attracts all of their attention again.

P L E A S E

For a heartbeat no one moves a muscle.

"That's gotta be a first, right?" Steve asks into the group, sarcasm heavy on his tongue.

S H U T I T

Steve bristles, "No! You shut it! You've been haunting me for weeks!"

M O S T E X C I T I N G T H I N G I N U R L I F E

"It's not! I'd fucking love to just be alone for five minutes without your annoying music working a hole in my head."

N O T H I N G T H E R E A N Y W A Y

"Oh, fuck off, Hargrove. If I'm that stupid why do you keep coming around?"

The planchette doesn't move.

Everyone is looking at him or at the little triangle.

"Hello? Hargrove? Cat got your tongue?"

Nothing happens.

"What the fuck?" Steve murmurs.

"I guess Hargrove left the seance," Munson laughs. And right, Munson is there. Steve had almost forgotten.

Steve can feel Robin's eyes on him and when he turns to her he's greeted by her smile that usually means I Know More Than You.

"He really likes to pull on your pigtails, huh?"

"I don't have- What?" Steve is convinced this is the weirdest night of his life.

No one answers him and yet Steve feels like everyone around him has somehow gotten an information he missed. Even Mike looks at him somewhat questioningly.

Steve is ready to call it a night and start collecting about 200 candles melting around them, since no one around him seems to deem it necessary to talk to him anyway, when Billy Hargrove decides to get in the last word.

G E T M E O U T P R E T T Y B O Y

[alieinthemorning]

Figure Skating [Ashido Mina]

Content: Fluff, Figure Skating, Injury, Love Confessions

Pronouns: None

Header: @/nimuello

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today was the day.

The day you were going to confess your feelings!

Sure, there’d be other people there, friends too, but that wasn’t going to deter you.

You gave yourself a determined look in the mirror. “I’m going to confess to Ashido Mina today no matter what.”

“Hey! You ready?”

You jumped with a high-pitched squeal.

Speak of the devil.

Mina surged forward, steadying the tittering mirror. “Woah, you good?” She gave you a once over. “You looked flushed… are you sure you can come with us?”

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine! Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now,” You stepped around her, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go!”

The way to the skating rink should have been filled with nonsensical chatter about your holiday plans, but instead your thoughts were filled to the brim on the confession.

When would you do it? Closer to when it's time to go, or in the middle?

How would you do it? Pull off a few cool moves, or simply hold her hand?

What would you say? A simple confession, or something more drawn out?

Would you do it alone or with people around? Near the boys or around strangers?

Where would you do it? On the rink or on a bench?

Why are you doing it?

Why were you doing it?

Sure, you liked her, what wasn’t there to like, but you?

You frowned.

You were… average. You’d never been as great as Mina, and she deserved better than you.

Enjirou nudged you. “Everything good?”

You pulled the frown into what you’d hoped was a believable smile and said. “Yep! Just a little nervous is all!” He believed it, giving you a reassuring pat on the back, and left it at that.

The skating rink wasn’t as packed as you’d thought it would be yet was still lively enough.

Just before your group headed over to the desk, Mina called for your attention. “Okay guys, one more time before we go in. Absolutely no quirks.” She gave Katsuki a hard look, “Am I clear?” He rolled his eyes with a grunt, and pushed past her, with Enjirou chasing after him.

In Katsuki-speak, that meant “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I have a few moves I want to show you guys.”

“Oh?” Hanta raised a brow. “Is it gonna be like what you showed us in class?”

“The break dancing stuff? Nah, that’d be too dangerous.”

“So, like, actually figure skating stuff?” Denki tried.

“I’m not telling!” She stuck her tongue out. “So you’re just gonna have to watch me!”

You’d watch her till your dying breath.

It had been awhile since you’d last done any ice skating, so you were a little shaky on the ice, but after about 20 minutes, you’d found your center. Since then, you’d been following Mina around the rink, simply watching as she pulled off actual figure skating moves ever so gracefully.

You wondered, if Quirks never existed, could the two of you live normal lives? Mina as a dancer, and you as her biggest fan? You would have met her at one of her performances, hitting it off from there? Living happily ever—

“Ah!” You weren’t watching where you were going and ended up slamming right into the wall. “Ow, ow, ow…” You rubbed your thigh, which you had landed on pretty hard.

“Oh my gosh!” Mina slid up beside you. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I, uh, wasn’t watching where I was going, and I ran into the wall.”

“Can you stand?” She helped you up. “Come on, let’s take a break.”

“No! Don’t let me stop you. I can go sit by myself.” You tried to pull away from her, but she pulled you back in.

She puffed her cheeks. “I know you’re hurting. You need to sit down.”

Ever so slowly, she pulled you off the ice and over to a bench, then went off to get something cold for the swelling and snacks.

Leaving you alone, just you and your thoughts.

If you had just been paying attention, this wouldn’t have happened.

If you hadn’t drawn attention to yourself, she wouldn’t have noticed.

If you had only lied better, she wouldn’t have stopped.

And you could have kept watching her.

You only felt the tears after a cold breeze stung your cheeks.

You tried to wipe them away but—

“Oh no! Does it hurt that bad?”

Mina. Always so caring.

And for her to care about someone like you—

“Should I call someone—?”

“I’m so sorry!” You shouted. “This is all my fault! If I hadn’t fallen, none of this would have happened.”

She sat beside you, placing the cold water bottle on the afflicted part of your thigh. “Accidents happen. It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “But it's not! If I hadn’t been so stupid, I wouldn’t have made you stop. If I wasn’t such a baby, you wouldn’t have to worry about me.” You sighed. “You really do deserve someone better than me…”

“…what?”

You sighed again, looking away. Might as well get this over with now. “Today was the day that I was going to confess my feelings for you, Mina.”

“H—huh? You like me?”

You gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, but don’t worry. You don’t have to answer me. I already know your—”

“I like you too!” She grabbed your hands. “The whole reason why I learned those moves was to impress you! I wanted to confess to you today too!”

“You…” She, “like me too?” liked you too?

“Yep! Which means,” She took a look around the area, “I can finally do this.” then leaned in, giving you a peck on the lips.

You passed out from overheating.

It was definitely worth it, though.

In this updated version, I mainly just fixed grammar, and also adressed the boys by their first name instead of their family name.

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[perfectlysunny02]

Chapter Two

(This was supposed to be one chapter but I split it up into two so it wouldn’t be so long. Oops😅 Hope you like chapter three too))

Word Count: 1.5k

Steve met Eddie when he was fifteen years old. It was his freshman year before all of the King Steve bullshit and madness. He was a freshman, invisible, blending into the wall and the lockers behind him, completely ignored by the students around him trampling each other, he went unseen by everyone besides this sophomore. This sophomore with eyes that made Steve’s heart stutter in his chest, who tripped over Steve’s shoes and steadied himself with a laugh and flashed him a smile, a beautiful smile, a blinding beautiful smile that would be in Steve’s dreams for years to come. And then Eddie, Eddie leaned in and with his lips barely brushing Steve’s ear, whispered “Easy there big boy.”

And ever since that moment in the hallway, Eddie consumed his thoughts, all of them, for the better portion of his freshman year, even after he met Tommy, and Tommy told him all about Eddie Munson, son of the murderer, the devil worshiper, the town freak. But Steve, he didn’t care.

Eddie was beautiful, he was beautiful and while he may have had a different style than most of Hawkins, but most of Hawkins was boring anyway. Not Eddie, he was exciting and amazing. He was completely and utterly him, everything Steve wasn’t.

Then King Steve happened, and Tommy and Carol terrorized Eddie and his friends, and Steve just sat there and watched. He watched as Eddie began glaring at him whenever he saw him, his eyes, his beautiful big brown doey eyes, slowly filling up contempt and hatred. Steve could feel his glare from across the lunchroom, and it broke his heart.

And suddenly Eddie failed his senior year, and was repeating it with Steve. Perhaps now was the time Steve could fix everything, make Eddie not hate him, but no. Eddie failed again, and Steve went on to graduate, seemingly solidifying Eddie’s hatred for him.

Until Steve’s parents died, and Eddie Munson showed up on his front porch.

“I heard about your folks,” Eddie had said, as Steve stared dumbly at him. “And I um I’m sorry.”

Steve nodded and then, biting his lip before chickening out, blurts out

“I’m sorry for my friends,” Steve glanced at his shoes. “And I’m sorry for sitting there and letting them be dicks.”

Eddie smiled then, a small smile but a smile all the same.

“Ah it’s all in the past, Stevie. It’s alright big boy.”

About two months later they were dating.

He wasn’t sure who brought up the idea of marriage first, either him or Eddie, although there’s a great possibility of it being Uncle Wayne, but within days of the idea being brought up, Steve had a ring.

And because Steve could never catch a break, the moment he decides to propose, Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin gets discovered and signed. And that’s great, really, because if anyone deserved it, it was Eddie and his guys, they all worked so hard, and were all super talented. But Steve would be lying if he had said the idea hadn’t gave him some anxiety, if he didn’t feel the big lump of dread in the pit of his stomach at the thought of Eddie leaving, and those feelings lead to him almost crying out as he helped Eddie pack.

“Let’s get married,” Steve interrupted Eddie’s ramblings of Seattle.

“I-what-Stevie?”

“Let’s get married,” Steve said, again glancing up from where he was putting Eddie’s folded underwear in the suitcase. “Let’s go to the courthouse and get married. Before you leave.”

Eddie had stared at him, gaping, for so long that Steve was sure he was about to tell him he was crazy, that he was acting irrational, that there was no way in the world that beautiful rockstar Eddie Munson would marry broken horrible Steve Harrington.

“Alright,” Eddie said, with a slight laugh, surprising him. “Alright Stevie let’s go get married.”

And so they did, Wayne as their witness. They got married at Hawkins court house, in humid hot stale air because the air conditioner was broken, Eddie slipping on his finger a ring he hastily made from paper clips. That’s how they became the Munson-Harrington’s and Steve wouldn’t have it any other way.

A year later, Steve and Eddie started the process of having a child. They were using this brand new procedure where you could genetically modify a sperm cell to include both of their DNA. They were unbelievably lucky, their surrogate got pregnant on the first try, and within nine months, they held their little girl in arms, with a hair full of black hair just like Eddie and quite possibly Steve’s nose.

“She’s going to have your eyes,” Steve had murmured, his fingers lightly tracing her face. “And by the looks of it, your untamable mop of hair too.”

“Hey,” Eddie laughed. “Leave my hair alone. You love it.”

“I do, but besides the point.” Steve teases back, before they lapsed into comfortable silence.

“We don’t have a name picked out you know,” Eddie had said after a moment.

“No, you’re right, I suppose we don’t.”

“I was looking at a book of unique names, because it’s our kid and they deserve a pretty metal name.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah and anyway I liked Evianna for the girl.”

“Evianna?”

“Yeah Evianna. We could call her Evi for short, you know? Just thought it was pretty metal.”

“Evianna. Evi. I like it,” Steve smiled. “It suits her.”

“Yeah but we still need a middle name.”

“Grace.”

“Huh? Grace?”

“Yeah, Grace. Because you and little Evi here, you’re my everything, you’re my saving Grace.”

And so that’s how their Evi Grace came into the world.

Steve could honestly say that these past five years with his girl had healed him in ways he didn’t even understand.

Evi was this smart sassy little ball of energy. She had inherited Eddie’s inability to sit down, and his sass, and the little serious nose scrunch Steve had when he was thinking about something super serious, although it was a lot cuter on the five year old.

She was their whole world, Steve and Eddie lived for being her parents. Eddie coming home from tour more often than not because she simply asked him too. Steve getting a work from home job just to be with her at all possible moment.

They hadn’t even wanted her to go to daycare, only reason they did was because she had to start preschool soon and they didn’t want to throw her in the deep end. They didn’t want her to be behind.

Although, that didn’t stop Eddie from looking for every possible reason to take her out.

They tucked their girl in with a princess story, and five kisses from the both of them, and her insisting that Eddie turns on her Tangled Lantern lamp, and Steve her plug in nightlight, and they did. Because their Evi Grace could ask for the moon and they would fine a way to get it for her.

Eddie quietly shut her door and turned to Steve, who still looked deep in thought.

“Hey, Sweetheart, Stevie, you alright?”

Steve let out a breath and shook his head as they walked down the hall to their room.

“She said another kid didn’t do it,” Steve said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. “And I believe her. So where the hell did she get that big ass bruise?”

“Stevie, she’s five,” Eddie said, going into their bathroom to brush his teeth. “She could’ve forgotten. She doesn’t have that big of an attention span, and she was exhausted today.”

“Exactly,” Steve snapped. “She was exhausted. Have you ever seen our girl that tired? Besides when has she ever forgotten that another kid hit her? No. Something’s wrong.”

“Alright,” Eddie says, coming out of the bathroom in his pajama pants to sit down beside him. “You’re right. She was exhausted. She might be coming down with a cold, her teacher did say she laid in that corner all day. So you’ll take her to the doctor in the morning, and I’ll call her teacher.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “Yeah okay. We’ll do that.”

“Good. Now let’s go to bed,” Eddie said, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead. “Everything will be alright Stevie, you’ll see. You’re just worrying for no reason.”

Eddie wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, himself or Steve, but his words seemed to have the desired effect on Steve, who relaxed and crawled under their comforter.

“You’re right. I’m probably just worrying for no reason.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, hoping Steve didn’t hear the uncertainty in his voice. “Goodnight Stevie. I love you.”

“Night Eds. Love you.”