#woop woop! fic 2 is done!

[81folklore]

i can do it with a broken heart - f1 grid

parings: gn!driver!reader x platonic!f1!grid x ex!jacob elordi

summary: after yn and their ex break up, they carry on as best they can and no one had any idea how bad they were struggling

type: social media au (smau)

notes: george is in this but he does not drive for mercedes, yn does. i also used a mixture of fem and masc pictures because i couldnt decide and thought you could just imagine whatever you wish!!

notes 2: probably the longest fic ive done so far but im pretty proud of it. the time stamps above each section are semi important so i would keep an eye on them!! also i know ive been gone for so long but i do not promise ill be back. alsoooo i know i only included a bit of the grid but i kept getting distracted and then couldn’t figure out how to include everyone!!

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march 2024

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charles oh my god i cant believe my cat is finally the pfp

i have been waiting for YEARS

max yes well you better enjoy it because it’ll change soon and you’ll be back to waiting again.

lando jesus max do you have to use punctuation???

alex be glad he doesnt use captials

oscar one thing at a time lando, we dont want to scare him

max ???

lando anyway

yn mate you ok?

yourname im fine? ur scaring me you never ask how i am

lando yeah but usually your not single

lewis oh no! you and jacob split?

yourname yeah, wasnt working anymore

charles ah im sorry, that must suck😣

yourname i mean it does but its been coming for a long time so its not surprising

fernando hello! yn what is wrong? you always use emotes!

yourname theyre emojis nando, and im fine just a bit lost

fernando do not worry, i will come and find you!

yourname no, i dont mean literally just..we were together for so long i dont really know what to do now you know?

lando i get it, you wanna play tarkov with me???

yourname cheers ill get on now

george let us know if you need anything!

may 2024

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p✌️ was just what we needed this weekend!

thank you to everyone who came out and supported myself and the team and huge thank you to the team for working so hard all weekend⭐️

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mercedesamgf1 mega job this weekend yn👊 *liked by author*

landonorris nice to share the podium with you mate

yourusername same time next race?

user33 loved seeing you back on the podium

user2 absolutely smashing it this season

user21 more podiums please🤲 *liked by author*

user3 fourth podium of the year first p✌️*liked by author*

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*pretend it says after march i changed dates around last min*

august 2024

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did some reading, painting and writing

baked some good food and spent time with some good people, also got a cat…not bad for summer break☀️

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user66 AHHHHHH

yourusername ahhhhhhh

user26 cats name plsplspls

yourusername norman🐱

lukehemmings nice music👍

yourusername woah arent you the guy who wrote mum?!

mercedesamgf1 ready to see you back on the podium

yourusername always!!!!

user74 have you had funnnn??

yourusername yesss!! ive been doing lots of things i enjoy, basically treating every day as my birthday😋

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*was supposed to write them instead of her sorry!! was doing two stories at once and kept getting mixed up😅*

october 2024

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p☝️ for the 3rd time this season, very very pleased

huuuuuge thank you to the team, every single one of you who worked tirelessly over the summer break and every moment since then, these have been for you⭐️

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user55 what a good season to be a yn fan *liked by author*

user6 these races have been incredible to watch, so proud

yourusername ⭐️⭐️

gracieabrams woop woop!!!!

yourusername 😝😝

user2 gracie??

user41 why have we not had any personal photo dumps yet😕😕

user88 right we miss seeing you yn!!

yourusername sorry guys😣ive been suuuper busy working on something i just honestly forgot

user41 NEW PROJECT?? WHEN?? (also pls dont feel bad we love u)

yourusername soon!! (and i love u guys too)

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november 2024

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tagged: taylorswift

i cannot believe i get to say this, but my new friend taylor just released a new album and i was able to write a song on the album

im honestly not sure how this came about but i had so much fun writing this and expressing all my thoughts and feelings in a way ive never done before

i poured my life and soul into this song and im so glad taylor is the one who is singing it and really bought it to life

send some love to my friend and go and stream THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (most importantly i can do it with a broken heart😉)

comments have been limited

taylorswift thank you for trusting me with this song, so much love🤍

yourusername NO THANK YOU!!! i will be forever grateful⭐️⭐️

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charles i feel completely betrayed yn

fernando oh no😟! what did yn do?

charles THEY DIDNT TELL ME THEY WERE WRITING A SONG??

AND WITH TAYLOR SWIFT HOW COULD YOU☹️☹️

yourname sorry charles, surprise?!

charles ill forgive you because its a good song

yourname thank you my life just got infinitely better!

yuki very good song yn! has been on repeat☺️

yourname thanks yuki, glad you like it!!

lando I LOVE IT TOO

but seriously are you ok?!

yourname yeahhh im better now

was just a lot to navigate

lewis glad you found an outlet! but remember you can always talk to any of us

yourname i know and i appreciate it, i really do

alex yn was that twitter thread right?

yourname mate youre going to have to elaborate

alex user56tweetlink

yourname oh pretty much yeah

some things were changed with taylor but not much

fernando just listened to the song yn! very nice👍well done!

yourname thank uu

max good song yn!

now

lando can you please tell me what you meant on your twitch stream!

oscar max is kind of scary

max dont make me talk about that interview next oscar!

[dadsbongos]

dads rockin' new year's eve!

count the seconds and belt those carols because the new year is approaching quick! let's celebrate right by appreciating our fictional loved ones! be sure to read through the do's & don't's below the cut or be kicked outta VIP! 17/23 prompts remain

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**collab is open!**

PARTY RULES let's be mindful of our guests and ourselves!

full-length fics are completely non-necessary, but if the inspiration is hot i want people to have plenty of wiggle space! i’d say minimum ~400 words - 5k absolute max.

prompts are first come first served with no repeats. prompts remain open until picked or until December 15th. 

NSFW is allowed, however, i'll need an age or adequate age-indicator plainly visible on your blog or it’s gonna be a party foul! all characters involved must be aged up to 18 or older. dark content is allowed, so long as it’s appropriately tagged.

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the big new year's eve bash will be on December 31st, no posts will be let in after the party ends!

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12 grapes 🍇

champagne bubbles 🍾

gold tinsel 🥇

silver spoon 🥄

ball drop 🎊

hangover 💊

sloppy midnight kiss💋

fireworks🎆

woop-woop sirens!!🚨

snowball 🍧

recluse at a party 🌱

daddy’s fancy yacht 🚢

minutes after midnight, already broke a resolution⏰

regrets ⭕

last chances! 🍷

and the best part of this year was… 🍰

“you can’t spend the night alone!” 👯‍♀️

late night toast 🍞

stargazing ⭐

streamers 🎉

party favors 🎈

auld lang syne 🎶

secret special super surprise pick! ☢️

(dad spins a wheel and randomly assigns a prompt not pictured on screen. one re-roll allowed.)

GUESTLIST who's allowed in, who's coming, and their date for the party!

writers: @toxycodone x daisuke (mouthwashing) - sloppy midnight kiss💋 @toxycodone x chilchuck (dunmeshi) - regrets⭕ @24kills x satoru gojo (jujutsu kaisen) - silver spoon🥄 @dreamsandsuns x katsuki bakugou (bnha) - ball drop 🎊 @xyfanficarchive x captain curly (mouthwashing) - stargazing⭐ @antoine-tte x kylar (degrees of lewdity) - recluse at a party🌱

fandom: any, be wild be proud be unabashedly cringe as we welcome the new year!

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[spiderymiasma]

🕸 Five Times.... || Miguel x f!Spider (2/5)

Summary: Gwen sees how Miguel takes it upon himself to comfort you.

//Five Times They Weren't Alone and One Time They Were.

Words: 2.0k

Tags: Comfort Fic, Overprotectiveness, Slight Angst, Mutual Pining, Eventual Kissing, Pre-relationship, Flirting, Dating, Fluff, Wholesome

A/N: A continuation of my 5 Times Series. Use of "Charlotte Webb" as a placeholder for y/n

|| My AO3 || Part 1 Here

2. Gwen Stacy

One thing was for certain, if you wanted anything from Miguel…

 …..you went to Charlotte first.

Gwen spun around in one of the swivel chairs in the other Spiderwoman's office, kicking her new stolen shoes idly.  “Sooooooo….it’s been a while since I’ve seen Miles, with all the extra work Miguel is making us do." She pouted dramatically.  "Can I pllllease get time off to go visit his dimension?  Just for a couple of days?”

The older Spiderwoman's soften as she looked at the teen fondly.  Unlike Miguel, it seems as though his right hand woman had a soft spot for the younger Spiders. 

“Did you finish all your missions?”

“Yup!”

“Did you file all the paperwork Miguel wanted?”

Gwen internally winced.  Well, if you stretch the definition of words like “paperwork” and “what Miguel wants”, then yes she technically did sort of do it.

“Yup.”  She popped her p.

She chuckled, clearly not buying Gwen’s shenanigans.  “Of course you can go visit Miles-“

Gwen perked up.  She didn’t actually think she’d get a yes, already mentally resigning to the fact she’d have to sneak out right under Miguel's nose.

“-right after you get the green light from Miguel, of course”

Gwen slumped over, defeated, all the bravado completely drained.

Getting Miguel to let Gwen do anything was like getting Charlotte and Miguel to admit their feelings for each other.

Mathematically impossible.

What would Hobie do in her shoes?

Gwen lifted her head, playing with a strand of her hair.  “You know, you shouldn’t let guys like Miguel boss you around like this.  I mean, you’re the Spiderwoman everyone looks up to around here.  Are you really going to let a man tell you what you can and cannot do?”

She blinked.  “Gwen, he's literally both of our bosses.”

The teen huffed, dejected.  “You know, Spiderwoman to Spiderwoman, this whole affair is a real loss to feminism.”

She snorted, done with these childish games.  “Gwen, ask Miguel.”

Well, shit.

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Miguel, like always, was not in the mood for Gwen's shenanigans.  “What do you want?  Can’t you see I’m busy?”

"Can I take some time off to go visit Miles?"  Gwen leisurely strolled around the room, touching, poking, and prodding at all the fancy science gear.

She knew that Miguel got antsy (Ha!) whenever anyone but Charlotte touched his stuff, but he didn't even give Gwen the decency to look even mildly annoyed.  "Go ask Charlotte, I'm busy."

She sighed, flopping her hands in front of her dramatically.  "She asked me to ask you."

"Then no." 

"Ughh, Miguel!"

"Go back to Charlotte, and tell her I told you to ask her."  Miguel stated, his words clipped in a very "and that's final" dad voice.  Gwen internally groaned.  It was a long trek back to the other Spider's office.  “It's like a billion miles away, Miguel.  It's crazy that you two don't have your offices next to each other.”

His fingers paused in their work, momentarily distracted.  Miguel toyed with the idea.  How nice would it be to be able to see her beaming smiles, the small crinkle in her eyes, her laughter as she gossiped with Lyla.  He could picture it now: the quiet moments in the dead of the night as they worked in comfortable silence together, her woops and hollers whenever they made a scientific breakthrough in whatever fun project they had together, the blazing passion in her eyes whenever they argued over the most inane subjects.

Miguel chewed on his bottom lip.  It would be nice getting to see her every day by his side, knowing that she was safe next to him.  Miguel could easily spend his whole day just watching her work whether in the office or in the field.

Gwen cleared her throat politely.  Miguel blinked out of his daze, almost forgetting that the annoying teen had even showed up to his office. “She’s distracting-I mean-it’s an distraction for me when other people are here.”

Gwen raised an arced eyebrow.  "Peter and Mayday are here like…all the time."

"Against my will.  Charlotte is the only one to have the manners to respect my privacy."

Gwen scowled.  Adults sucked.

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After begging, pleading, and whining, the other Spiderwoman did eventually fold and allow Gwen a two week vacation to go visit Miles.  Two weeks had come and gone in the blink of an eye.  Though she wished she could have spent more time with her boyfriend friend, she eagerly made a beeline straight to Charlotte's office.  She couldn't wait to gossip with her about her time with Miles.

With a skip in her step, Gwen didn't notice how the door to the older Spider's office was already ajar.  Her good mood made her blind to the muted blues and black watercolors that had painted the air around the entranceway. 

Silently cracking the door open further, Gwen paused in the doorway, not expecting to see the sight in front of her.  The usual joyous yellows and bright colors seeped into the walls of the room had dissipated, now replaced with muted blotched blue.  The other Spiderwoman was crumpled into a ball on the floor.  She could hear the quiet sobs of a woman trying to hide her sorrows in her hands. 

And for some reason, Miguel was here.

It was weird to see Miguel of all people comforting her.  Indeed, the big strong man looked so awkward.  As if he had no idea where to put his hands or what words to say.  His big hulking form was hunched over her protectively, completely shielding her from the rest of the word.  His arms hovered around her form as if terrified over the thought of touching her and yet unable to help himself otherwise.

"I'm sorry Mig, I shouldn't be troubling you with this."  She sniffed, voice thick with sorrow.  "It's just the anniversary of…you know…his death-"

"I know, I know,"  Miguel said phrases in Spanish too quick for Gwen to even understand.  Charlotte let out a rather wet laugh through her sobs.  No doubt, laughing at a joke Miguel told her.

Which…honestly made Gwen's stomach twist into knots.  She shouldn't be here.  It was one thing to see Charlotte like this.  But seeing Miguel so caring and vulnerable was…

….well she shouldn't be here.

Charlotte's eyes were a blotchy red.  God, she probably looked so horrendous to him.  "M-miguel, you shouldn't be here.  You always have so much on your plate.  You shouldn't have to worry yourself dealing with my stupid bullshit."

He clicked his tongue, annoyed at her words.  "Chiquita, no te voy a dejar solo así (I'm not going to leave you alone like this)."

Blessed with a sudden burst of confidence, he smoothed his thumb over her cheek, carefully avoiding pricking her with his talons.  Miguel wiped away her tears so gently it almost seemed like he was a completely different person.  "Mi Cielito (My sky), you're safe.  I'm here.  I won't like anything bad happen to you."

The cordial professional boundaries that they put between the both of them flew out of the window.  She slid forward, burying her face into his shoulder.  She inhaled shakily, trying to stem the flow of tears.  Miguel's presence was so soothing.  His warmth seeped through his skin into hers.

Gingerly, he shuffled on the couch, wrapping his arm around her.

Gwen, now satisfied that her friend (boss?) was well supported, gingerly tip toed out of the entranceway. 

It was about time those two love bugs (Ha) got their act together.  She couldn't wait to tell Pav.

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Charlotte didn't know how long they sat on the floor of her office together.  With only the steady rise and fall of Miguel's breathing keeping time, it could have been minutes or hours.  The once blurry dark world sharpened and refocused whenever she was with Miguel.  Blotchy inky blues that had settled in the room slowly faded away.

She sniffed gingerly.  It was too embarrassing to lift her head from Miguel's shoulder to look at him in the eye.  "I'm…I'm sorry.  God this is embarrassing, you're not supposed to see me like this."

For some reason, it stung to hear those words come out of her mouth: "not supposed to see me like this".  Had she been crying like this often?  All smiles and arrogance during the day, have they simply been another mask she wore?  To hide the tears that she had at night? 

Though Miguel couldn't judge her too harshly.  How often would he look at pictures of his daughter just to torture himself with a life that would never be his?

Well, it was time that she stopped moping on the floor.  "Come on, let's get you straightened out." Before she could protest, he leaned over, hooking one of his arms under the crook of her knee.  She gasped, momentarily off balance, throwing her arms around Miguel's thick neck.  He scooped her up in his arms, picking her up bridle style.  Miguel was trying his hardest to not touch her so familiarly that it would border on unprofessionalism.

Because really he would do this for any of the Spiders.  Like..well, certainly not Miles, or Peter but..well..

…well he definitely would…

Her shaking stopped.  The arms around his neck remained in place, selfishly not wanting to let go of him any time soon.  Miguel's chest was so warm against her.  She could feel his rapid heartbeat, a comforting presence against her cheek.  In his arms, she felt safe.

He didn't need to be able to look down at her to sense the rising blush on her face.  "Thank you, Miguel."  Her words were so soft, he could barely hear her.  "I'm sorry to put you in this position.  You're a good friend."

Miguel swallowed thickly.  That's right.  That's what they were: friends.  There was a million reasons why they couldn't be anything more than that. 

Though for the life of him, he couldn't come up with any.

She was so warm against him, a comforting reminder that he was still very much human.  It was like he was in a trance, as he carried her over to the couch.  How many times did he carry his wife to bed, as she sleepily cuddled against him?  How many times did he carry his daughter like this after she had fallen asleep in the middle of playing with her dolls?

"Are you okay?" she asked, snapping him out of his daze.  He could feel the featherlight brush of her lips against his chest as she spoke.

He tried to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.  He had got to stop daydreaming about her around people.  "I should be asking you that."  His voice was surprisingly soft and gentle. 

Gently (and reluctantly), he placed her on the couch in her office.  His eyes softened as he watched tuck her legs close to her chest, curling into a tight ball.

"Thank you.  I'm..better now.  I'm sorry for troubling you.  You don't have to stay with me."

Miguel stopped himself from pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.  If there was anyone in this whole building who knew what it was like to have the painful flashbacks, the nightmares, the dark memories...  He sighed, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. 

He knew what it was like to sleep in a bed that was too large and too empty.  In a house that once held so much life and joy.  He knew what it was like to be alone.

Gingerly, he sat on the couch next to her.  Her head was so close to his thigh.  He resisted the urge to put her head in his lap.  "Go to sleep, mi corazón.  I'll be here to watch over you."

Her eyelids were heavy.  Crying her eyes out in front of her crush was more exhausting than battling the Vulture.  "Please, Miguel, you don't have to."

"No, I don't." Miguel agreed, his voice firm and steady.  "I want to.  Now go to sleep.  I'll be here when you wake."

Too tired to protest any future, she nodded sleepily.  As she drifted off into unconsciousness, she felt a familiar large palm resting on her head, comforting her even in her dreams. 

Part 1 Here

To Be Continued!

[beescomet]

V E L O C I T Y || PART 1

A/N: WOOP WOOP, finally part 1 is DONE, I've been writing it for so long now lmao. Anyway, I, once again, ask everyone to go and thank @crackedpumpkin for giving me the courage to write this (and also go read their fics, it's literally a masterpiece like 💖). There might be errors as I haven't proof read this yet, so if you find anything lmk please !! Enjoy!! (Also it's 2 am here, and I got a lecture in the morning, so I'm genuinely warning yall, there might be some odd mistakes)

TAGLIST: N/A

The smoke hangs thick in the air, twisting and billowing like ghostly tendrils as it mingles with the sharp tang of burnt rubber and the pungent scent of gasoline. From the haze, You watch as the familiar wave of energy flows all around you and the people present. Gray mist, speckled with red, similar to the mist after a night of rain in your street, the red from the lights illuminating the road. You feel a smile threatening to form as you absorb this energy.

You nearly jump in surprise when a familiar voice speaks through the earpiece you're wearing—a reminder of why I'm here in the first place. "These damn kids and their cars," the voice says, frustration evident. "Can't tell a damn difference between a wrench and a screwdriver even if it slapped them on the face", You let out a breath of amusement from your nose at the complaints . You slowly turn the steering wheel, guiding the car to it's dedicated position for the race. "Behave now D, that's not why we're here. You got eyes on me?"

The atmosphere is electric, charged with anticipation and excitement, sending a shiver down your spine as you drive into the dimly lit space. Around you, the cavernous expanse is alive with activity. Sleek, customized vehicles gleam under the low lighting, their polished surfaces catching the colorful splashes of graffiti art that adorn the walls.

"You know I do, I even got the cameras set up on the track and possible escape routes."

The crowd buzzes with energy, a lively mix of spectators and racers moving in a chaotic dance. Mechanics hustle around, their tools clinking and clanking as they tinker with engines, striving for that perfect performance. Drivers, their faces set in determined expressions, huddle in small groups, discussing tactics and strategies in hushed tones. Onlookers lean against the walls, their eyes wide with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the start of the races.

You watch them all from the safety of your car, the music and shouts muffled by the glass. You recognise a few of the people around, your nerves now on edge. You start to speak, your voice lowered to a whisper, following the group with careful eyes. "They're here"

A crash sounds from the earpiece, followed by a string of curse words. "Wait really? Fuck, you really hit the nail on the head with that one. How many can you see? Ah wait never mind, I got eyes on 'em. Damn that's a lot of screens to look at-"

You tune him out, deciding to focus on the group ahead instead, counting the members. 1, 2, 3. An annoyed sigh escapes past your lip as you rest your head on the steering wheel, muttering a curse. "Three, I was counting on at least four to get enough cash.."

The sound of laughter grabs your attention, slowly lifting your head as your eyes narrow at the sound. "Well about that, you don't need to have more than one person against you in that race.."

You immediately grab your phone, looking at your bank account and checking the balance. You choke on air once you see the number, sitting up straight and nearly hitting your head on the car roof. "Daisuke what the hell did you do! This better not be Amelie's college funds or I swear-"

Another laugh, interrupts your rant, this one louder than the last, your eyes going to glare right at one of the camera's set in the location. "Relax, this isn't my kid's college fund.. it's some of my retirement money my wife and I saved up back when she was alive. It's no use to me right now, so I thought it would help."

You could feel your heart drop, the anger in your eyes quickly replaced by one of guilt. "Daisuke I ca-" You start, closing your mouth as he interrupts you once more. "Don't even try to send it back Y/N, you went through hell for Amelie and I, this is just how I'm saying thank you. Now focus, you need to kick ass and bring the winning money back home!"

A pained laugh leaves you because of his words, bringing your hand up to rub your nose as you sniff. You could feel the tears threatening to fall, but you gather yourself together before you start breaking down.

You step out of the car, reaching for the duffle bag next to you before you do, and start heading to the middle of the room.

Every sound, every sight, adds to the cacophony of excitement that fills the air, creating a palpable tension that crackles like electricity. It's a world unto itself, this underground car meet, where the rules are few and the stakes are high. You get caught up in the whirlwind of activity, feeling the pulse of adrenaline coursing through my veins. You can feel it, all of it —the energy, the anticipation—it's all here, waiting to be unleashed. Your eyes flicker to the metal bracelet on your wrist that had started beeping, a number flashing on it.

17%

A confident smile now on your face, the night is only just beginning. Oh how fun this is going to be.

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The duffle bag hits the table with a loud thud, silencing the group of people in the area as their attention shifts to you. But you keep your eyes on one man, the gray mist around him thicker than the others around him.

Kaji.

He tilts his head to the side, his smile growing once he sets his eyes on you as he adjusts his stance, leaning on the hood of his car. His grey eyes holds your E/C ones. He tilts his head back for a moment, chuckling. "Well then, look who we have here, the Red Devil has finally graced us with her presence. Come to race against me then?"

An annoyed huff leaves you, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at the man, raising one brow. He stares back, grinning, a golden tooth glistening under the neon lights. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the tooth, how can you not? You were the reason he had to get it done in the first place.

"I was planning to, unless you give me the money that I'm going to win anyway, would make this whole ordeal go so much faster" You state, shrugging your shoulders as you hear some people laugh. Kaji growls, standing up and going to the table standing between you two, opening the duffle bag and peering inside. He looks back at you, the scowl quickly replaced by his infamous grin. "That's a lot of money, are you confident you'll win?"

"That damn bastad, why I outta-"

You ignore Daisuke's words, keeping your attention on Kaji as he waves two fingers to the other two goons with him, they bring in three duffle bags, placing them next to the one placed earlier. You glance at them, unfolding your arms from over your chest and reaching to the duffle bags. You open the first and quickly check the cash placed inside to make sure none were fake, repeating the same process with the other bag.

You nod, stepping back as you watch someone (who you assumed would be this race's starter) shove the duffle bags into a locked box, placing the key on a chain around their neck. You turn around and begin heading back to your car, raising both hands as you yell over the crowd who began to gather around the both of you.

"Be at the track in 10, I got more important places to be at later, and I'd hate to be late because of you"

The bracelet beeps once more. Your focus shifts to it.

32%

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"You sure you want to do this Y/N?"

You snap out of your thoughts once you hear Daisuke's voice from your earpiece, nodding your head for a moment and letting out an affirmative hum. You could hear the sigh from the ear piece, and you can just imagine him in your head shaking his head and rubbing his temple.

"Just stay safe out there would ya? God knows none of us needs anymore loss"

A grin forms on your face, a soft laugh as you nod once more. "You got it captain" You look ahead as the cars pull up next to yours, people starting to gather around the track and the screens mounted on the wal starts to broadcast the race.

Your heart hammers against your chest, causing your breath to come out staggering. This was it, the moment you and Daisuke have been planning for the past year. You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them again, your hands on the driving wheel as you stare right ahead.

You have to win.

Losing was not an option.

A quick glance to the metal bracelet on your wrist, checking the number.

45%

"Ready!"

The starter started counting down, the sound of engines rumbling, adding onto the excitement that filled the air. You could see the red specks in the mist growing, showing that what happens after would be utter and pure chaos. That was exactly what you needed.

"Set!"

Beside you, Kaji, revved his engine, glaring at you from his car. You roll your eyes, any other time you'd have given him the middle finger, but right now you needed to focus.

"Go!"

Kaji shot forward like a bullet, his car a sleek silhouette cutting through the darkness. The gleam of determination in his eyes was unmistakable, a silent promise of fierce competition to come. You weren't far behind, both your engines growling with power as you both jostled for the first position in the opening moments of the race.

Behind you, two other competitors fought tooth and nail for their place in the pack, their cars weaving and swerving in a frantic dance of speed and skill. The air crackled with tension as the four of you raced, Kaji at the lead, you second, and the kther twi battling it out for third.

You let out a curse, glancing at the rearview mirror as you watch the others separate from behind you. You look at the side-view mirrors, seeing them going to either side of you.

"Watch out, 3 o'clock. He's speeding up, seems like he's gonna try and crash into you."

"Gotcha"

You look to your right, and sure enough, hes speeding your way, eyes on your vehicle as he tries to have you crash into the other one on your left. His eyes meet yours, and you couldnt help the smile on your face as you move your hand, raising the middle finger to him. You see the anger in his eyes as he swerves to your direction, and you quickly hit the brakes, your car slowing down and creating space between you and him faster than he could react. You watch as he barely misses your car, a fleeting moment of eye contact before he crashes into the other car.

A laugh escapes your lips as your foot quickly went back to the gas pedal, your car revving back up to life and going to catch up with Kaji.

Two down, one to go.

"Holy FUCK-! Y/N are you okay?"

"Just perfect! Cant say the same for the other two though" You snicker, glancing at your rear-view mirror to look at the crash site, the two guys getting out of their busted cars and telling at each other. "What's the power at??" You ask, turning your attention back to the road ahead, taking a sharp right and finally Kaji's car is back into your line of sight.

"75% and counting, did you purposely make them crash to suck the energy?”

You didn't answer, so he took your silence as confirmation.

As you hurtled down the straightaway, the neon lights of the underground tunnel flashed by in a blur of color, casting strange shadows upon the sleek surfaces of the racing machines. The pounding of your heart echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that drove you forward, pushing you to new heights of speed.

"Two laps left"

A curse leaves your lips, your eyes glancing at your bracelet as you watched the number slowly increases. The space between you and Kaji was so small, yet to you it was almost oceans apart. Your teeth grits together as you think, shaking your head after a moment.

"D, What's the nearest shortcut to the front?"

The man at the other end sighs, you can hear him move around from his desk and the sound of him pressing buttons on his keyboard. "Take a left in a minute, you'll be in the market area, after 5 minutes with the speed you're at take a right, you should be ahead of Kaji by then."

You nod, quickly turning the steering wheel as the sound of the tires skidding reaches your ears, you can imagine the confusion on Kaji's face as he watches you disappear from behind him, the thought making you laugh a bit as you continue to drive.

Daisuke was right, you found yourself driving near the marketplace, swerving left and right through trucks and wagons filled with food. You glance at the clock, 2 minutes before the turn.

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Kaji looks at the rear-view mirror slowing down as he sees you disappear. He looks around him, trying to find any signs you were going to appear but...nothing. He started laughing, pressing harder on the gas pedal, he could feel it, the sweet taste of victory, his victory against the infamous Red Devil.

The finish line was close, it was right there. He couldn't believe it, not only did he just guarantee a win, but he had won thousands from this race alone. He started cheering, hitting the car horn as people started to circle around the finish line.

But just then, he could see something coming out of an alleyway from the corner of his eyes, causing him to swerve as he saw the familiar grey car appear from the shadows. "What the fuck! Where did she come from!?"

You grin at him, giving him a quick salute as you turn the car, you had just stolen first place from him! You laugh, your head thrown back. Kaji never thought he could despise you more than he already did, but clearly he was wrong.

You glance at your bracelet, seeing the familiar number beeping, 100%. "Let's fucking go"

You look at your hands, watching as the energy mist you had been absorbing starts to leave you, your veins glowing gray and some sparks of red. The energy transfers from your arms to your car, you close your eyes, the familiar feeling of your element around you. Pure chaos.

You open your eyes, glancing at your reflection in the mirror, and sure enough, the familiar waves of energy come out of you like waves of an ocean during a storm, feeding more power to your car as it increases in speed.

This was one of the very few perks of being able to control the element of chaos. And arguably, your only favorite.

Cracks had started to form on the ground beneath the car, but it didnt matter, the finish line was right there. And with one final burst of power from you, your car reaches almost unnatural speed, finishing the final lap in a matter of seconds.

You drift your car, shutting your eyes tight as you press on the brakes to get it to stop before hitting the forming crowd, the sound of your wheels screeching against the road before it halts. There was a moment of silence, the only thing you can hear was your heartbeat. Then loud cheers erupt from around you, people running up to your car and shouting your title.

"Holy fucking shit we actually did it. WE WON! Y/N YOURE GETTING OUT OF HERE-"

You flinch at the screaming in your ear, your hand reaching up and muting the earpiece as your eyes looks for the man holding your prize money. You step out of the car, taking deep breaths as you try to ignore the hundreds of eyes on you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump in surprise, quickly turning and seeing who it was. You visibly relax, seeing the man carrying the three duffle bags and handing it to you.

"Good race there Red, I have to ask though, why did you take that shortcut? It could have cost you the race" He asks, watching you as you throw the duffle bags into the backseat. You shrug, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.

"I got lucky... Now, if you'll excuse me, i need to be somewhere"

You get back into your car, the crowd parting as you quickly make your way out from the underground parking. You sit in your car in silence as you make your way back to Daisuke's location, every nerve in your body on edge. This was it. You were finally going to leave.

The mechanic shop wasn't that far, so you managed to get there in time. Quickly getting your car into the garage, Daisuke runs up and closes the garage entrance after you. "Holy fuck, we did it, for a second there I thought that was it!" Daisuke yells, running up to you and opening your car door. You step out, handing him your car keys then you grab the duffle bag, setting it on the nearest workbench.

"It's not over yet, I still need to sneak past Kaji's people and reach the city." You remind him, opening the bags as you started to count the money to be able to split them. "Did you get the other car ready? I can't leave with mine. It'll stand out" You ask, glancing at him for a moment before pausing and seeing a familiar set of keys in your face. Your eyes wide and you grin, quickly snatching the keys.

"Daisuke you did not-" The words leave your mouth faster than you can think things through, looking at the otherside of the garage and seeing the car you were meant to take. "You said it would take you months to fix it up!!"

You look at the car, a 1957 Cadillac series 62 painted navy blue. You walk around it, your fingers running over the smooth surface of the car. If it was possible to marry a car, you would have done so already. You pause, realising that he was actually giving you the cat, you look back at Daisuke and you see him smile at you. You move your hand, trying to hand back the keys. "I can't accept this, the money, the car-"

He raises his hand, and you close your mouth, your brows furrowed together in annoyance. He takes a few steps towards you and places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a small smile. "Y/N, you listen to what I say and listen well.."

"I want to give these to you. You've done so much for me and my daughter already, and you still continue to do so when you didn't have to in the first place.” You turn your face away from his gaze, biting the inside of your cheek as you fight away the tears threatening to spill. “Hey, hey look at me-" He gently grabs your chin, turning your face back to him, similar to what he would do with his daughter when he has something important to tell her.

"I'm so grateful for you, Amelie as well. You've come a long way to get to where you are now. Your father would have been proud of the person you became" He states carefully, pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his shirt as you hold him tight.

"I'll come back for you, all of you, I promise"

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you and patting your hair in a calming manner. "I know you will kid, you're too kind for your own good" he muttered, his voice wavering. You both pull away from each other, looking at each other before you give him a sad smile.

"I'm serious, I'll come back and help you leave, then we'll open up a car repairs shop together and restore beauties like this one" You push, pointing at the cadillac nearby.

Daisuke laughs dryly, shaking his head for a moment before crossing his arms. "Alright alright, I trust you, now you better get going, you need to be out of this goddamn hell hole before sunrise, chop chop!" He urges you back to your new car, opening the door for you and you get in. "I already put your bags in the trunk, Amelie left you some snacks in a lunchbox, but i'm pretty sure it's some form of clay" You laugh at the comment, shaking your head as you think of the little brown haired girl you had grown to love.

"Thank you.. for everything" You state softly, looking at him with a soft smile. Daisuke smiles back, giving you a curt nod as he steps back, opening the garage door once more.

"Don't mention it kid, now go, I'll hide the other car later tonight" You nod, backing out of the garage and into the night, the Cadillac perfectly blending into the darkness of the town.

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A figure watches from afar, his hand going up to run over his beard. Wu watches as the young girl drives away, a heavy sigh leaving him as he turns to leave. He reaches up and runs his hands over his dragon, carefully mounting it as it soars up into the sky.

"She gets stronger everyday, I fear we may not have enough time to prepare”

[livelaughlovetoread]

Hiii! If you're still doing the ship ask.. 8 or 23 for Jily? 💗

Shameless Self plug but if you like any of my headcanons you will see them at some point in my long Jily fic A Light In The Shadows!

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8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

They both love the thing that kept them separated for so long.

Lily is fiercely loyal to someone with whom she is friends or family. This is why she stayed friends with Sev for so long and did not cut him off. She knew what his life was like, the direction he was going, however, she wanted to try and be there for him so that maybe she could help. Her sister is also the same. I think they had some explosive fight (about the war, and their parents) and things were said that were unforgivable (or maybe if they had a decade they could have fixed it). But Lily's willingness to stand by those who she loves is something James truly loves about her.

I think James, to some extent when he matures, understands why Lily stays friends with Severus. And he respects her for it, even though he hates the guy. James understands that Lily was willing to be there for someone in their darkest times (kinda like how James is there for Remus, but also very different).

You have to truly stab Lily in the face for her to be done with you. James admires her dedication.

This is also why Lily never wrote James off, she knew he was an idiot, but he also had a lot of good qualities and was growing (I think there was steady growth over the years, not just overnight whooopssss I am an ass for James).

James on the other hand acts and defends those he loves/his beliefs with dedication.

Lily might not approve of all of James' methods (especially when he was younger), but there is something honorable about sticking up for your friends/beliefs regardless of what others say.

I personally see James as a bully who viewed himself as punishing bad people (NO he was absolutely not right about this many times). However, someone calls Peter ugly? Hex them in the halls with boils. Did someone make fun of Remus for being sick/visiting his mum all the time? Hex them too. He heard someone use the M word - woops where did the mud come from that is on them?

I think Snape would have pissed James off even more as he 1) insulted his dad the first day on the train and Gryffindor, and 2) was two-faced with Lily. James obviously heard Severus saying shit and could not stand it when he would play innocent. (James also targeted Severus because of Lily too I think). I could also see James in some diluted way wanting to show Lily how bad Severus had gotten.

None of the above is right or what Lily loves about James - but those mistakes lead him to be who is really is. Which is someone who uses his words first and then his wand in sticking up for those he loves.

Someone makes fun of Peter? "If you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all."

Someone makes a rude comment about Remus - he tells them that he hopes their family all stay healthy and that they don't have to worry about them while still at school.

Someone says the M word - okay he still hexing them.

It's this change that occurs and James unwavering dedication to standing up for what he belives in that Lily loves the most.

The next one is below the cuts as this has gotten long!

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Love - They love each other, including their flaws, though they are both working on them. It is a deep love.

Trust - They trust each other has the best intentions, that in a fight the other one has their back.

Mutual Respect - This is one that they always had. Even when they were young, they both had respect for each other when they were in disagreements. James respects that Lily is a loyal person, while she Respects that he fights for his friends.

Affection - They are very affectionate people. They are always near each other when they can be. It's not over the top, but at a party, it's often them standing together or touching feet when they sit down near each other. It's their way of saying I am here, and I love you.

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[partrin]

tumblr q&a. thank you for the tag, @ocean-waters!

favourite color:

rose gold, especially if it's something black with rose gold accents. it's pretty.

last song:

i'm not sure why but i've been in a bit of a mood and this song pretty much sums it up. also, it's very rinharu-coded (at least to me) because the first part leading up to the chorus goes like this:

hello my friend, we meet again

it's been a while, where should we begin?

feels like forever

within my heart are memories

of a perfect love that you gave to me

oh i remember

when you are with me, i'm free

i'm careless, i believe

above all the others, we'll fly

this brings tears to my eyes

my sacrifice

woops, i got carried away there.

last movie:

ultraman rising! i'm currently fixated on this guy:

sato kenji. he's got rin vibes and i'm obsessed. him aside, the movie was so wholesome. also partly very sobering. 100/10, highly recommend, please go watch!

currently reading:

unfortunately, i haven't been reading anything much lately. does anyone have any rinharu fic recommendations? (i'm very picky though. sigh.)

currently watching:

alice in borderland season 2. this shit is getting more complex. i love it. i should probably check the manga out.

currently craving:

the chocolate lava cake from this cafe my fiancé and i like to frequent. the choco banana pancake i ate in 2013 from a roadside stall in krabi, thailand. rinharu amvs. takoyaki. a good, deep conversation that'll warm up my noggin.

tea or coffee:

tea. in particular, good ol' masala tea. i don't usually like the taste of herbs or spice in my beverages but i can't pass up on masala tea. but it's hard to find masala tea that is done just right for me. sigh. maybe i should try making my own.

tagging: @lostlegendaerie @museaway @dragon-of-timeless-blue @cookie4hope and anyone else that wants to do this! (i'm sorry - i have no idea who has done it before and who hasn't!)

[squarebracketsmileyface]

May have fucked up, my COD fic is sitting at 46 pages in my Google doc and I'm only like, two thirds of the way done?

I'm gonna force myself to edit My Girl chapter 2 tomorrow so I can upload it because this COD fic isn't gonna be done any time soon, it's done what S,IL did, "4k word oneshot- woops it's multi chapter and way more than 4k words" 💀

[amaranthsynthesis]

Writing patterns, tagged by @plethomacademia AND @chronurgy, lol, tagging whoever hasn't done it and wanted to (which is no one because I am. late.) and I might fudge it with some WIPs because I don't have ten things finished yet woops

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

you see my ghost and you'll never forget it || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

The Steel Watchers move across the end of the hall, neatly separating Ballard and his companions before any of them can notice, let alone react.

2. Third Time Pays For All || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

Ballard follows Gortash when he ducks out of the drawing room with a waved hand and self-effacing, breathless demur.

3. A Fine Night || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

The Tilted Magpie is warm and brightly lit, cheerful yellow-gold lamps hung everywhere to ward off the blanket of night.

4. An Ill Considered Bargain || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

Ballard has been complacent, quiet and observant as Gortash winds the ropes up his leg.

5. One for a Death, Two for a Pair || E The Dark Urge/ Enver Gortash

Enver Flymm sees the bird fall from the sky.

Aaaand cheating, none of the below are finished haha--these might change but in all honesty it would only be if I added something in before the first line. I self-edit so severely as I write that sentences mostly don't get put down until I'm convinced they're right, and final adjustments before posting are spelling errors/splitting paragraphs.

6. A Fine Night ch 2 WIP || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

The fire radiates heat and light, casting formidable shadows that plunge the room into a heavy darkness.

7. the black hand of bane or what the fuck ever WIP || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

“When you die,” Ballard asks suddenly, voice quiet still, thoughtful enough that it does not shatter the peace of the fire-warmed and paper-plastered room, “Bane will take your soul, correct?”

8. a sacrament to be taken kneeling WIP || E The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

They are still in bed when mid morning turns to noon.

9. noises in the night WIP || E pre-relationship Astarion/The Dark Urge

The days are long and bloody--even as their little ragtag group of would-be heroes expands, so too does the danger lurking in the trees and rocks around them.

10. all the breathless dead WIP || M or E? The Dark Urge & Orin the Red

For all that the small imp had said Ballard would not be bothered by the suffocating red mist that blanketed him the moments of that slaughter, the urge niggled at the periphery of his consciousness for the next several years anyway.

I think the biggest pattern here is how you can see where I have white-knuckle pried myself away from over-complicated multi-clause opening statements (mostly, anyway)--I like my sentences long and chewy, as is. Pretty much immediately proven by the second line of most of these, which is hilarious to me. Other than that there seems to be a decent mix of action/description, though I do notice that where I open with action instead of description it's a good indicator that that piece is going to be shorter and punchier.

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Day two of the fics. I dont think ill get them done by the deadline [I think my cousin has given me wooping cough?]

But let me kiss your lips [so I know how it felt.]

DAY: 2->Please open the door before I freeze to death." WARNING: Drinking, Being left in the cold FANDOM: AEW [professional wrestling] SHIP: Kenny Omega/”Hangman” Adam Page” WC: 1888 words

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Everyone keeps telling Adam that it's a bad idea to let Kenny back into his life and sure he knows that. He rolls his phone between his hands, pressing the warmth of the machine against his palms as he sits at the back of the Dark Orders locker room dressed in an itchy Christmas jumper that Uno made and Adam didn't have the heart to tell him its a size too small and bringing a rash up just over his shirt collar. He itches at his neck distractingly as he someone squish into his space. He looks over as Alex rests his head against his shoulder. Adam looks over at him, trying to read the look on Alex's face through the fluttering of dark eyelashes. "You're itching too?" Alex tilts his chin up to show Adam the ring of annoyance flashing up against Alex's skin, winching but nodding along. "Uno tries, ya can't fault him for that. Even if it does itch like fuck."

"Ha, yeah." Adam chuckles back, voice feeling just a little distant off in his mouth. He taps his phone screen and stares down at the blank screen, sighing he lets it darken again and rocks onto his hip to pocket his phone into his back pocket. He looks over at Alex and chuckles a little, throwing his hands up slightly defensively. "What?!" Adam says, punctuating the syllables as picks at the plastic cup that Anna left at his feet a few hours ago. The beer is flat and warm in his mouth when Adam raises the plastic to his lips but he swallows it anyway, watching the brown liquid pool into the cracks in the plastic.

"You're waiting for Kenny to text you." Alex says, trying to yell over the music that plays through the speakers.

Adam finishes his beer to ignore the allegation. Alex sighs and beckons Adam closer, reaching around his side to grab his phone. Adam squawks a little, the sound getting louder when Alex taps Adam ass a little like his old gym coach. Adam shudders at the memory and angles his head down against Alex's temple to watch what he's doing. "one-six-eight-three" Adam watches his friend type before tilting the screen out of Adam's line of sight. "What the hell are ya doing?!" Adam's voice raises louder than he anticipated and he smiles apologetically when Anna raises her head from the top of the couch and scowls. "It's fine!" He mouths, shuffling off Alex.

Adam doesn't get his phone back until the end of the party. John throws up a crumpled up napkin at the back of Adam's head to get his attention "How drunk are you?" Adam sways a little unsteadily when he gets asked that question, so he scoops up the napkin from the hood of his jacket and chuckles a little breathless. "We'll get you an uber home." That's how he ends up in the back of an uber, his hood covering his eyes and scrolling lazily through the pages of his home screen staring at an app that Adam hasn't seen before. He huffs and flicks his eyes upwards as Alex simply texts him "Dating app."

"Oh" Adam says out loud, swiping the text away. He smiles a little sweetly at the driver when he looks up at Adam through the rear view mirror, furrowing his eyebrows before the light above them turns green. Adam thanks him three times as he's scrambling to get his stuff out the car, mentally cursing himself for not fixing his porch light sooner. He fumbles in the darkness with his keys, pink fingertips pressing against the chilly metal of his keychains. He glances down at the snow gathering just outside his front porch and sighs as the front door finally creaks open. Adam wrestles with his boots, leaning against the doorway. He tosses his phone onto the couch and pads through his house, he lights the fire and settles into what he wants to be a quiet night.

His quiet night lasts about an hour.  He's halfway through trying to redecorate his animal crossing island for the third time before his doorbell goes, startling him. He glances up at the clock on the wall, lips pressed into a thin line before his doorbell rings again, louder than the crackling of the fire. "I wonder who that could be huh Tex?" He asks, reaching down to ruffle his dog's ears. The dog tilts his head against Adam's palm, tongue licking against the tips of his fingers. "I guess, there's only one way to find out." Adam reasons, huffing as the doorbell rings a third time, trilling through the house. Adam moves slowly through his own house, glancing over into the darkness of his kitchen before pushing open the living room curtains, rolling the soft fabric between his fingers.. He stares at the figure as they sway unsteadily on his front porch, he follows the slope of their shoulders, before sighing. "Nope. I'm not opening the door." He mumbles, a little too loud because the figure at the door whips its head around fast enough that Adam flinched backwards, slamming his back into the couch.

He watches the curtains flutter in front of him as Adam mumbles curses under his breath, sighing when Tex curls up on his chest. "I ain't gonna let him in, it ain't fair, how'd he even know I was home hmm?" he whispers against his dog's curled fur, letting it scrub against his cheeks when he raises his head. He hears him knock again and something small and scared rolls around in Adam's chest. "It is cold though.." His voice trails away a little as he squirms off the floor, leaning his head back against the couch cushions, for a few moments Adam listens to the crackling of the fire, letting his head roll to the back of the picture frame, eyes trailing over the inscription against the cork. "He's Canadian, he can deal with the cold...right?"

Tex whimpers, brown eyes staring into Adam's as he licks at his nose. "Yeah, it was pretty silly of me t'say.." He hears the door knock again, weaker than before and Adam is careful to move Tex onto the couch. "You stay there." Socked feet press slowly into the stained hardwood floors of Adam's entrance way and he stares at the white painted wood, tracing the chipped paint with his eyes. He swallows, trembling hands reaching out to stroke against the door handle.

"Please let me in." The voice behind the door sounds pathetic, trembling and Adam tugs his hand back, pressing it against his chest. "Please let me in before I freeze to death?" Kenny's voice hiccups at the end and the small lump in Adam's chest knots deeper against his ribs, he feels his lungs press against his heart and he swallows.

Adam shifts the door handle, listening to it pop and the door slowly slides open. The window and a small dusting of snow settles on his front step before Kenny even steps into Adam's line of sight. He blinks into Adam's green eyes, lips a soft blue at the corners, fingertips a brilliant pink just under the nails. Adam barely manages a smile as he steps aside, allowing Kenny to step in. He hears the jingle of Tex's name tag as Kenny pats his head. There's the popping of Kenny's knees when he kneels down and Adam locks the door.

"Stop looking at me like that." Kenny says, warming his palms against the fire. There's nothing in his voice, no anger. Just numbness but he looks away from Adam nonetheless to stare into the fireplace, letting the flames melt the sadness in his eyes.

Adam feels something in his face change and he frowns. "Like what?"

"Like you're...upset to see me. Like you wanted me to just..stay away."

Adam kneels besides Kenny, stoking the fire. "How did you know I'd be here?"

Kenny chuckles a little, swallowing the dryness that's building in the back of his throat. "You always come home for Christmas..." Kenny rubs his palms together and Adam shifts from his place beside his old friend, reaching to grab the blanket off the back of the couch. "Something happens, you go home..."

Adam pretends to not notice the way that Kenny's eyes mist up slightly or the way he flinches when Adam moves a little too fast to wrap the blanket around his shoulders. "I'm sorry." Kenny whispers into the crackling of the fireplace, soft enough that it almost disappears up the chimney with the smoke. Adam looks at him, tucking the blanket tighter around his shoulders.

"None’a that now. Just get warm."

Kenny shuffles closer to Adam and his curls tickle Adam's nose, just a little. He breathes in the smell of Kenny's cheap body wash and stares into the flames with him. "I'm sorry too." Adam tells the fire.

"Yeah." Kenny tells the burning pine, rubbing his fingers against the back of Adam's hand. He looks up through his eyelashes when Adam's phone chimes, breaking whatever moment was building just behind their eyes. There's a flash of confusion and then the slow growth of realization across Kenny's face. "Is that-?" Adam's cheeks flush, scooting across the floor.

"Alex downloaded it on my phone.." Adam mumbles, twisting his phone around between his hands, pressing the front of it against his palm as he sits on the floor. "I wasn't really gonna use it, it don't really feel like..."

"Something youd do?" Kenny mumbles, smiling a little when Adam nods, chuckling a little breathlessly. "You were never good at the whole dating scene.."

Adam nods again, "I should just get rid'a it." He whispers, talking more to himself than to Kenny. He looks up, watching as Kenny squirms under the blanket, legs stretching out in front of him. "its uh.." Adam listens to the sound of the world outside the two of them, picks up the distant sound of snowplow, "Stay the night."

Kenny blinks at Adam, flicks blue eyes across Adam's reddening face. He smiles and Adam smiles back, shuffling back into Kenny's side. "Okay." He whispers against the curve of Adam's neck, breathes fire warm and smoke soft against the stubble on the underside of Adam's jaw as his teeth sink just a little into the bone.

"Okay." Adam whispers back, fingers slowly wrapping around the hem of Kenny's shirt collar. He presses his lips against Kenny's and smiles gently as he leans into him.

The fire highlights the tips of Kenny's curls as he rests his face against Adam's neck, thumb rubbing slowly against the rash on his collarbone. "What happened?"

Adam chuckles, slumping against the front of the couch, watching how Kenny slides his leg to lay across his. "Uno and Christmas sweaters."

Tex scampers into the kitchen, ball in his mouth and Adam feels the familiar weight of his dog against his legs, Kenny's head against his chest. "Can I see it?"

Adam kisses Kenny's forehead, tucking the blanket around the two of them. His eyes soften and he shakes his head. "Tomorrow." He smiles, feeling Kenny breath out against his chest. People keep telling Adam it's a mistake to let Kenny slide back into his life but, how can something bad taste so sweet? 

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[eddiemunsonw]

It takes one kiss

CHAPTER 5 - As real as they come

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Steddie Fanfic

Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.

OR

Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?

CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.

Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 4651 / (complete fic) 15381

Steve’s POV

“Who wanted a hamburger?” Steve called out, looking around the backyard. Dustin, Lucas and Mike jumped up to get their fill, plates in hand. Steve’s stomach grumbled a little, although most of his appetite had gone purely from smelling all the food.

“Me first, I need one for Max too,” Lucas said right away. No one protested and Steve watched as Lucas walked back to Max and El. The latter started to cut up the hamburger so Max had an easier time eating while talking animatedly to her. Max was still confined to her wheelchair for now and the doctors weren’t sure whether she would ever get out of it. People often expressed their sympathy, but Max wanted none of that. Sure, she missed skating and her independence, but ever since her vision returned she had found peace with most of it. Being able to see Lucas and the others again was a gift she didn’t think she would get back.

It had been Nancy’s idea, to all get together and have some fun. So when the weather forecast showed a blazing sun and a fair bit of heat, Steve had suggested having a barbecue at his house. His parents weren’t there as usual, so it was most convenient. That, and the large grill they had in the backyard. Steve watched how everyone was eating and put some chicken satay and sausages on while subconsciously counting heads. Habit. He barely had a chance to frown when he noticed someone was missing as said person popped up next to him.

“Scooch over, Harrington. You should eat.”

Steve gave Eddie a look as he felt him try to pry the tong out of his hand. Simply because he could, Steve tightened his grip and smiled softly when he heard Eddie huff. Eddie had been cleared of crutches since last week, but he had a long way to go to regain the strength in his legs, which made Steve want to decline. But, knowing how stubborn Munson could be, he relented and handed him the tong.

“Thanks. I just put these on, make sure to—”

“I know how to handle a piece of meat, Harrington. Don’t you worry your big head over it. What do you want? These things? Something else?”

“Sure, yeah, uhm, maybe some ribs?” Steve offered as if he needed approval. Eddie shot him a grin and took a large gulp from his coke while dismissing him with his hand.

“I’ll bring it over when it’s done. You relax. Take some of that too,” Eddie said, gesturing at the table ladened with bread, several salads and fruit. Steve gave him a nod and joined Robin who sat close to the pool after filling a plate with some garlic bread and potato salad.

“Finally. Thought you’d never sit down.”

Steve eagerly started to eat, took his time munching away before responding to Robin. She watched him fondly.

“Eddie took over,” Steve explained. Robin smiled and glanced over at Eddie who seemed pretty much in his element. Especially when he scolded Mike for already coming back for more, waving the spatula around as he exclaimed it was Steve’s turn now.

“I saw. Nice view, isn’t it?”

Steve looked up, his mouth stuffed with a piece of bread as he frowned.

“That’s not very I-only-like-girls of you Robin.”

“I meant for you, dingus.” Immediately, Steve’s cheeks gained the color crimson and he swallowed the piece of bread down a little too eagerly, making him feel it go down all the way. He shook his head and took a spoonful of potato salad as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“No.”

“Oh come on. Did you even talk to him yet?”

“There’s not much to talk about.”

“Uh, there is plenty to talk about. Starting with the whole I-really-liked-kissing-you thing.”

Steve groaned and huffed a breath.

“I still wish you hadn’t heard that.”

“Well, too bad. I did. Loud and clear. And you two should talk.”

Back then, in the Upside Down, when Eddie had confessed he had liked kissing him, Robin had heard. In the midst of all the chaos she had heard and had decided to sprung it on Steve weeks later, in a completely out of the blue way that was very typical for Robin.

“That guy that you kissed, the one that made you realize you were bi with my incredible help and guidance, that was Eddie?”

Steve had panicked, looked around in horror to see if anyone had heard them, momentarily forgetting they were by themselves in a pretty deserted field of grass (He had been physically dragged out of the hospital for an afternoon by Robin and discovered they liked watching clouds together).

He still didn’t know how Robin had managed to miss the whole ordeal that had gone down all those years ago. Steve had no reason to not admit it right then and there and it had honestly been a huge relief to have someone to talk to, as his bi-awakening had been in a pretty dire looking coma at the time and it was turning him into a wreck. However, Eddie woke up, and so did Robin’s desire to help Steve confess his feelings. Steve, on the other hand, was convinced that that was a very bad idea.

“I don’t even know how to start.”

Robin shrugged, formed two mouths with her hands as she mimicked their voices badly. “Hey Eddie - Sup, Harrington - So uh you said you really liked kissing me when you were in my arms and I just wanna say me too man - Wow let’s kiss.” Robin brought her hands together and made smooching noises and Steve pushed her hands down.

“My god Rob, stop it.”

“I’m just saying, he’s literally making you food right now. Unlike me who selfishly sat here to cool my feet in the water.”

“I wouldn’t trust you near a barbecue anyway.”

“Ouch. I am hurt,” Robin deadpanned. “What do you have to lose?”

“A friend?”

Steve dared to look over at Eddie who was so focused at turning the sausages that the tip of his tongue was sticking out, wetting his top lip. He sighed.

“Gross. You’re so lovesick.”

“Mhm. How’s Vickie?”

“I’m seeing her tomorrow. Unlike some of us I actually am doing something about it.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you, Rob. Go woo her.”

“Take a piece of your own advice and go woo Munson for me will you?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Eddie was coming over and Robin took that as her cue to join Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle at the table. His gaze followed Robin for a moment and then he settled down next to Steve, cross legged and facing him.

“Here.”

Steve looked down at the plate filled with two big chunks of ribs, three sausages and four satays. Eddie avoided his eyes and focused on the meat instead as he handed it over.

“Thanks, Ed. I’m not sure I can eat all of this though, do you want some?”

“Of course you can. It’s good for those jock muscles of yours.” Eddie’s hand clasped his knee for a moment. His hand was hot. So were Steve’s cheeks, now. He barely registered it though, as the word ‘jock’ settled unpleasantly in his mind.

“Can we just call them muscles? No longer a jock.”

“You’re kind of a retired jock, though.”

“Please?”

Eddie scratched the back of his neck and frowned.

“Right, okay. My bad. It’s just good for these bad boys, yeah?” Eddie said as he leaned over to squeeze both his biceps. Always touching him lately. “Gotta keep you well fed in case we gotta fight off monsters again some day.”

“The only monsters I wanna fight from here on out are lousy parkers and whoever keeps me from buying my favorite ice cream.”

“Who even wants strawberry ice cream anyway,” Eddie mumbled. “So… standard.”

“Oh, yeah, banana flavor is really wild,” Steve mumbled sarcastically, although he felt a flutter in his chest at the fact that Eddie remembered his favorite ice cream flavor. He picked up a rib and started eating while Eddie leaned back on his hands, looking way more delicious than whatever was on his plate right now. Cut off gray Iron Maiden band tee, sleeveless and fraying at the ends. Whenever he stretched his arms upwards, which he apparently did a lot, Steve noticed, a stripe of skin became visible just above his belt, showing off his happy trail and large, pink scars. Steve had a few of those himself now too. 

The most surprising part of his outfit were probably the black shorts that stopped just below his knees. Black, chains as usual, some extra pockets that he stashed several lighters, keys and his cigarettes in. Below were his milky white legs that were quite the contrast next to Steve’s sun kissed ones. He tanned pretty easily and had noticed Eddie’s skin simply refused to do any of the sort. Steve had only briefly looked down and Eddie had given him a warning look, as if to dare him to say something about it. Steve wouldn’t. He liked Eddie’s appearance more than he’d like to admit, legs included.

“I’ll have you know that banana flavor is quite delicious and very underrated.”

“It tastes super artificial.”

“That’s what I love about it.”

“You’re weird.”

“Why, thank you, that’s so kind of you to say.”

Steve smiled and dared to look up at him through his lashes as he bit off a piece of chicken. Eddie watched him quietly, his smile matching Steve’s. Then, he looked away to watch the kids as they chattered away loudly, animatedly. Carefree, almost.

“I gotta give it to Wheeler. This was a pretty neat idea.”

Steve followed Eddie’s gaze and nodded.

“It’s nice.”

Late afternoon turned into evening and Eddie had appointed himself the designated driver to drive the kids home. Nancy and Jonathan had already left half an hour earlier with Argyle, Mike and Will, which only left Dustin, Max, Lucas and El. It was mostly convenient too, as his van had enough room to put Max’s wheelchair in the back and her and Lucas fit easily next to him at the front while Dustin and El sat with their backs against the seats. Steve was so busy saying goodbye to all the kids that he hadn’t even really said goodbye to Eddie. A sigh escaped his lips as he closed the door behind him, immediately faced with Robin.

“Oh, you’re leaving too?” he asked, a little surprised. Robin nodded, giving him an apologetic look.

“I have to help my parents in the morning and I don’t want to be completely exhausted by the time I meet up with Vickie so I have to get a decent amount of sleep,” she sighed. Steve nodded in understanding.

“Of course. You go have fun tomorrow, yeah? Just make sure to throw the bowling ball forward and not backwards,” he teased. Robin rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately before pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks for the solid advice, dingus. See you Monday.”

“Good night, Rob.”

As soon as she had driven off, Steve closed the door to lean against it. Even the softest sigh seemed to echo in the large house. It immediately felt so empty without them. He only allowed himself to wallow in the feeling for a good minute or two before he pushed himself away from the door to put on some music. Just as he put the needle down, the doorbell rang. Knowing Robin, she probably forgot her sweater or something. Already looking around for anything out of place, he made his way over to the door and swung it open.

“Forgot something Rob— Oh.”

Eddie’s POV

Eddie walked past him without a word and only turned around when he stood in the middle of the hallway.

“So it was Buckley I just passed.”

When Steve gave him a confused look, Eddie gestured vaguely in the air and shrugged.

“I guess we’re alone then. Beer?” Steve was looking at him as if he had grown a second head and Eddie licked his lips, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “Unless, uh… I’m totally overstaying my welcome here,” he added, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect everyone to be gone by the time I came back, even though… I literally took all the remaining people with me except Buckley. Shit. Sorry, I—”

“It’s alright Eddie, you can stay. Glad you came back, in fact,” Steve blurted out. Eddie gave him a lopsided smile and started to shuffle backwards towards the kitchen, where the cold beer was neatly stacked in the fridge.

“Glad, huh? Missed me already?”

“Only every hour of the day,” Steve said jokingly. Eddie hummed in thought after he opened his can, really making a show of it. Tapping his chin with his finger as he gazed up at the ceiling.

“We ought to do something about that. What about a nice life-size cutout of me to look at whenever I’m not gracing you with my presence?”

“You’d scare the living death out of me if I woke up in the middle of the night facing that thing.”

Eddie grumbled something incoherent, grasped at his chest and gasped.

“Oof. You hurt me, Harrington,” he sighed dramatically. Steve smiled and Eddie cocked his head towards the backyard.

“Wanna go outside? It’s pretty nice out now. Bit humid still but nothing your pool can’t fix,” he suggested, already walking to the door.

“You wanna swim or something?”

“Ah, no, I meant just soaking our legs until our feet are old and wrinkly looking.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Unless you want to swim?” Eddie asked, glancing back over his shoulder as he stepped outside. Steve laughed and shook his head.

“No, I’m good.” He closed the door behind him to keep the mosquitos out and joined Eddie at the edge of the pool, taking off his slippers as he watched him taking off his thick boots and socks.

“Aren’t those super hot to wear?” Steve asked curiously, pointing at the boots. Eddie nodded and put them to the side as he immediately dropped his feet into the water, a content sigh leaving his mouth.

“Mhm, but slippers are an atrocity. Uncomfortable, sand and other shit gets everywhere and I’m doing the world a favor by keeping my feet from view.” Steve peered down to look at Eddie’s feet, which were being swung back and forth into the water.

“I think they look fine.”

Eddie snorted at how genuine Steve sounded.

“I know. People would die for a closer look, which they’ll never get. So, in that way, I’m doing everyone a favor by keeping the temptation hidden from their sinful eyes.”

“So what are you doing to me now?” Steve asked, his brow raised. Eddie gave him a funny look and nudged him with his shoulder as he wiggled his feet in the water.

“What, you got a foot fetish or something, Harrington?” he teased, his nose nearly touching Steve’s cheek. “‘Cause if so… I might make an exception.”

Steve shoved his shoulder halfheartedly as he leaned away from him, laughter escaping his lips. Eddie felt his chest tighten at his laugh, which was a rarity to hear nowadays. To be the cause of it made it even better. 

Ever since… everything, he had seen Steve on the regular. Never alone, though. Tonight was the first time. However, he had seen loads of him. Had seen how he kept up a front around the others and saw it drop when he thought no one was looking. Except, Eddie was always looking. He had wanted to reach out to Steve numerous times, but especially on those occasions. Take him somewhere, just let him talk. He never did. Something held him back and he knew exactly what it was. Not even nightmares about the demobats, that he was certain only Steve would really understand, were enough reason to get him to do that. He just… couldn’t.

“Shut up, I don’t,” Steve sighed. His eyes fell on one of Eddie’s pockets, the familiar outline of a pack of cigarettes visible.

“Feel like donating a cig?” he asked, poking his pocket with his finger. Eddie smiled and took something out of his other pocket instead

“I’ll do you one better. Wanna share?” he asked, holding the joint between his fingers as he raised his eyebrows meaningfully. Steve smiled and gave him a nod.

“Been a while since I last smoked one.”

“Sounds like you should hang out with me more. Unless you wanna hang with Jonathan and Argyle instead, of course.”

“I wouldn’t just hang out with you for your stash, Munson.”

Eddie smiled softly and lit the joint, took a drag and handed it to Steve. After Steve enjoyed the familiar feeling in his lungs and released the smoke, he sighed.

“Today was nice. It felt good seeing Max smile so much. The other kids too, of course but… you know,” Steve said, knowing it needed no further elaboration. Eddie nodded. He did.

“They’re a great bunch. Support each other well. Lucas in particular has been so good for her.”

This time Steve nodded and a moment passed as they each took another drag.

“It was also nice seeing you smile today. Like genuinely,” Eddie added gently.

“I’ve been smiling,” Steve protested, though one look from Eddie made him swallow the rest of it. He looked away, gazed down the backyard that suddenly felt too large again. “You sure pay attention,” he concluded, looking back at Eddie.

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because I care.”

“… Why?”

A hidden question lay somewhere in the cloudless sky, waiting to drop down on them as it had been lingering around them for ages, waiting to see who was going to get the answer from who. A moment went by only accompanied by the sound of their feet moving in the water. Eddie looked up at the sky, his exhale partially blocking the view as the smoke passed his lips.

“How long are you gonna make me wait, Steve?”

He felt the other boy stiffen beside him and it made him want to take it all back immediately, but it was out there now. It had to be, anyway. No matter the outcome Eddie couldn’t handle another day of not knowing. It was all or nothing.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked softly, with a tone that suggested he had an idea what Eddie was hinting at. 

“You said you weren’t gonna respond to what I said to you in the Upside Down while I was out. I’ve been out of that sweet hibernation for a few months now and… nothing. So I’m asking, how long?”

Eddie didn’t have to look to know that Steve wasn’t looking at him. He wordlessly held out the joint for Steve and he accepted, their fingers brushing just like they had done a few times before.

“So it’s really true, huh… people do hear things.”

Eddie nodded, leaning back on his hands as he smiled softly.

“Yep. I liked how you picked different voices for the characters. Really nice. But, back to important matters.” As much as he wanted to talk about the fact that Steve had read about halfway through the first book for him and how impressive that was, he had other priorities right now.

“I mean…” Steve hesitated, “it’s kinda obvious, right? If you add it all up?”

Eddie nodded again, his lips forming a smirk as he spoke.

“Yeah. It is. Since you didn’t say anything for months, I’ve concluded that you’re straight after all and just had a Fuck-Eddie-is-actually-kinda-hot phase. All good.”

“I’m not str—”

Eddie barked out a laugh and threw his head back, missing how Steve looked at him in horror when he did.

“I know, I know. Only a fool would lie about being anything other than straight in this day and age. I do appreciate that you were more passionate about defending your sexuality than denying that you find me hot, though.”

“You’re insufferable,” Steve groaned.

“One of my many middle names,” Eddie sighed. He bent forwards again, his hands now folded into his lap after taking the joint from Steve’s distracted fingers.

“Funny.”

“Not as funny as you avoiding what you were going to tell me once I woke up. Sarcasm, for the record.” He took the last drag and tossed the bud behind him, earning only a mild frown from Steve as he was deep in thought. He exhaled shakily.

“I hated it… that I liked it. At first.”

Eddie’s hand found his, patiently listening while nudging his pinky against Steve’s, linking them together as if to encourage him to continue.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I didn’t know why. The main reason it took me so long was because I had no idea bisexuality was even a thing. I thought you were either straight or gay. Stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid at all,” Eddie reassured him softly. Steve gave him a weak smile that gave away that he had a hard time agreeing with it, but seemed to relax as Eddie grasped his hand and squeezed. A nod, a sigh, and he continued.

“So… that’s when I came to you, you know trying to figure out if it was just a you-thing. But then you refused and… well. I mean, makes sense. It was a dumb request, I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”

“It wasn’t dumb, I just didn’t wanna risk being Steve Harrington’s little experiment. That would uhm, hurt, y’know? Didn’t want that,” Eddie explained immediately, to which Steve nodded again.

“Yeah. I uhm, tried to accept that I just had to forget about it. Didn’t work. Then, everything else happened and I knew I was the last person you wanted to see but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie felt Steve squeeze his hand, though he avoided his gaze as he played with the frays on his shorts. Denim ones, just above the knee.

“I know I was a hard ass to you. Sorry about that,” Eddie sighed, looking guilty. “It’s just my front, and around you I had pulled up about three just in case. You were right though, back then. I was really scared. Of a lot of things,” he admitted. 

Steve’s POV 

Steve quickly shook his head, meeting his eyes. He didn’t want Eddie to feel guilty about anything. Although it hadn’t been easy to deal with Eddie’s sour mood at first, he understood where it came from and could only imagine how hard it must have been for him. As much as it had interfered with his desire to get clarity at the time, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. At all.

“No need to apologize. I know what it’s like. To have to take it all in, have it crash down on you with no mercy at all.” Eddie gave him a grateful nod.

“And then…” Eddie started, followed by a rueful chuckle, “I thought I was gonna die so I dropped my brain-to-mouth, mouth-to-brain? filter, and spilled my deepest thoughts to you.”

“And then you didn’t die,” Steve added, turning his head completely towards Eddie now. Eddie nodded and sucked in his lips. He pressed down on them for a moment and then let them go with a pop.

“And now we’re here.”

“And now we’re here,” Steve agreed. “And…” he sucked in a deep breath, “I really liked kissing you, too.”

Eddie lifted his gaze from the water, searching his eyes for truth and Steve gave him the tiniest nod to confirm. His gaze softened, a hesitant smile on his lips.

“Yeah? Care to show me how much?” Eddie asked softly. Even before Eddie had completely finished the sentence, Steve was already leaning in, his hand confidently reaching for Eddie’s jaw while his heart threatened to stop functioning altogether. Eddie leaned into his touch, lips parting the second he felt Steve’s brush against his own and the softest gasp escaped his lips. As if they had kissed many times in between that one night and this one, Eddie’s hand found its way into Steve’s hair naturally, tugging ever so slightly. In his eagerness to find a better angle, Steve moved closer and attempted to straddle Eddie’s lap, momentarily forgetting they were still at the edge of his pool and therefore had his knee slip right off the edge. A gasp left his lips and in the midst of his panicking he quickly grabbed onto Eddie’s shirt, which was so worn that it tore under the pull of Steve’s weight. In the same second, Eddie quickly reached out to Steve, grabbing him tight, but it was too late. They both toppled over and landed in the pool.

Even before Steve got his head above the water again, he could hear Eddie’s bubbling laughter above him. Still holding tightly onto his waist, Eddie looked down at him with a big grin.

“Damn Stevie, so wet for me already?” he snorted, earning a shove against his now naked chest from Steve which did nothing more than push himself slightly back into the water.

“Shut up,” Steve grumbled, trying to not completely blush like a virgin at the sight of Eddie and the fact that he was holding him in a way he had fantasized many hours about. Eddie gestured at his torso with a grin.

“I mean… you literally tore off my shirt.”

Of course Eddie had to remind him.

“Shut up.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Eddie—” His frown ceased to exist when he looked up into those big brown eyes, who stared down at him with— affection? Fondness? All he knew was that he wanted Eddie to look at him like that forever. Still, he wasn’t going to admit that just yet. Instead, his lips formed a smile.

“I really hope you weren’t carrying a fortune of joints in your pockets today,” he mused, looking down at Eddie’s waist that was definitely below the water, including all of his belongings. Eddie looked down in horror only for a moment and let his gaze linger on Steve’s stomach, slowly raking up to his chest until their eyes met again.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty high right now, Steve. I think I can go without for a bit.”

Steve rolled his eyes half heartedly and prodded Eddie’s chest with his finger.

“That’s because you literally just smoked a joint with me.”

A playful sigh from Eddie.

“I was trying to be romantic, Steve.”

“Didn’t take you for a sap, Eds.”

“Didn’t take you for someone who’d tear the clothes off my body before the first date either but here we are.”

“You’re—”

“Insufferable?”

Yeah, he was. Insufferable, sweet, kind, funny, pretty, handsome, and everything Steve apparently wanted, even if it had taken him quite a while to figure that out. He watched as water droplets fell from that wonderful mop of hair that really shouldn’t be that attractive now that it was soaked, onto his cheeks that had a light flush on them which made them extra cute and down to his chest, decorated with tattoos and the aftermath of not quite dying just yet.

“Yeah, that, and… so fucking hot,” Steve sighed, refusing to take another second being away from those plump, kissable lips. He slotted his arms around Eddie’s neck and let their lips meet again in a sweet kiss. Eddie hummed contently and pulled him closer by his waist, really pushing their bodies together.

“I could get used to this,” Eddie mumbled softly against his lips. Steve gave him the slightest nod.

“Me too.”

“So… 9.5?” Eddie asked as he gently nudged his cheek with his nose. This time, Steve shook his head, a smile forming on his lips.

“No. 10.”

[nemossubmarine]

🤔 🦖🥳🪩🎉?

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about? I'm currently writing a Big Bang for a completely new fandom fic-wise (Warhammer), so that's something new. After that I need to jump into writing a short story for a competition (also Warhammer). Whatever I'll do after that, something different might do me good. Maybe when Hades II comes out to Alpha I'll get into that game (no promises tho).

🦖 Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you'd like to return to? Haha I have like a two dozen half-finished fics I look at regularly and sigh wistfully, including a couple of long fics (Yugioh, Hobbit and Ace Attorney at least) I'd love to finish some day. Some of them have even been plotted to the end! If I only had the time. :P

🥳 How are you going to celebrate when you achieve one of your writing goals? I really have not thought about it, but I definitely need to do something nice for myself when the Big Bang is done (it has ballooned from 10k to 40k, woops). Maybe I'll get myself a piece of cheesecake.

🪩 Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate? I would like to get more thoughtful in using my allotted 2 x 15 minutes coffee breaks at work for writing. Maybe start having them always at the same time, get that cup of tea, get a few hundred words in. Get a little break from having to think about work and not feel bad if I don't have the energy to write after work.

🎉 How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals? I mean, getting something as big as a Big Bang done at the start of the year does help with being kind to oneself ("Look I already did this!"). Every year it does get easier to be understanding of oneself, I don't write as much as when I was studying, but I'm not studying anymore, and tho there's a lot of actual free time and I dont have to do homework, there's still lot to do work-wise and taking care of my home-wise. Best not to compare yourself too much to past years and be happy with things you do at the point you do them.

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

6, 11, & 12 for ao3 wrapped? please and ty

TYSM for the ask <3

6: My favorite title is probably this one You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains (carried the cross of my shame) because 1) it's from one of my favorite songs and 2) I think it just really encapsulates what the fic is really about, which is Steve realizing how safe he is with Eddie c:

11: This question is kind of hard for me to answer, because if you know me and how I write, you know I literally just sit down and basically go into a fugue state when I decide to write a fic. So typically they're completely done and posted within 1-3 days once I start them lol But if I remember correctly, I believe it was I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of loverboys

12: Right now I have two I'm working on. I'm just about to finish up and publish part 6 of Take Me Home Tonight and a Virgin!Eddie fic that I desperately need to finish for @messessentialist woops lol

[laterosal]

im actually alive after idk days. oh well two more until thanksgivijv break 😭

so updates on oneshots/fics

- sae itoshi (yeah ive been procrastinating as a writer lol. was supposed to update it on his bday...)

- oliver aiku - im pretttty sure i got 2 chapters done??? i need to check later again though

- kaiser - yeah i tried starting it. i think the idea and storylinr looked a lot cuter in my brain 😭 woops. oh welllll, ill still try.

might write some other ones some day (requests are open!)

[persimmonpoet]

aaaaa omg what thank you for the tag?? 😭😭

01) the sad boyz podcast because i love jarvis johnson he's so silly

02) the last fic i read was me reading over one of my fics for mistakes, so the other one is Support System by why_is_glieric ! It's about the assassination attempt against Katai that was mentioned in the light novel 'Kunikida and Katai's Magnificent Days', and how Kunikida was there to protect him through it- especially when the assassin breaks into the apartment.

03) I don't have discord soooo- when i had it, my favorite was the private discord between me and people at my school i helped run

04) first thing pinterest shows me isssssss!! kunikida 😼😼😼

05) in the notes app it's a snippet from the next chapter of my fic -->

Though he knew that he was doing the right thing for himself, he felt a terrible sickness in his heart. It wasn’t for the longing of staying with his parents or even his little brother, he was never the closest of family men. His heart dropped at the thought of Katai. Katai, who cannot move out of his apartment without trembling, his pitiful state bringing Kunikida to his knees. Katai, who couldn't be left alone. The sickness built up in his stomach and clouded his mind, eyes hazy as he pauses in his packing. His fingers lingered on his book of ideals, the green leather staring at him with a piercing gaze. Suddenly, he felt the urge to scream. Kunikida was never a truly emotional person, those sorts of things to him must be bottled up and pushed away in favor of more important tasks. Who had time for something as futile as how one feels? Feelings change, and change is certainly a flaw. But... his feelings ache for Katai. After all these years, after all their triumphs and defeats and just how close the two had gotten! He leaves? How could he do that? What sort of fool would he be, to leave this sanctuary he and his friend had built up? If he leaves like this, leaves this garden so full of carefully loved flowers, tended to with such a beloved touch, he would have done nothing but led the poor man on.

06) my last liked post is a fyodor fanart by my beloved moot :3

07) i dont have my phone on me, so i cant really answer this- i'll probably come back and do it when i have it

08) The last YouTube video I watched is 'Lost Media Found in the Strangest Ways 2' by blameitonjorge

tags yippee!!

personal friend --> (i think this means close friend-?) @thottykunikida

tag a person you consider mutuals --> @arsonist-lullabye (we are mutuals but like- i'm too shy to talk to you woops mb you're so cool omg)

tag a person whos posts you like a lot --> @chuuyaszn heh.... whats up....

also also @tranquilmoss hello hiii

*throws my football at you* PERSONALITY TEST TIME.

1) The last Podcast you listened to? with reasons.

My answer : Rizz, marry, kill by recreyo on Spotify while completing my books. Because that's how I get through the writting for college.

2) what was the last fanfic you read? What did you like about it?

My answer : https://archiveofourown.org/works/40337868 , it's from a series and it's about Atsushi and Akutagawa in which Ryuu keeps meeting Beast beneath the blue night. I like it because it makes sense character wise while also adding to what happens in the canon, while also being out of character with its own thing.

3) You favorite discord server?

My answer : the private only Gotham server that is between me and my friends.

4) open Pinterest and show the first think it recommends you!

My answer :

5) If your comfortable, show me something from your notes app!

My answer : [ Jennette wasn't nervous. She was petrified. Yes, she was pretty happy that she was able to follow her plan so smoothly but at the same time wasn't aware she would be around a younger athy so soon. ] < a draft from one of my stories.

6) Show us who you last gave a like on Tumblr! And why?

My answer : https://www.tumblr.com/starlightshadowsworld/764774506366681088/yay?source=share , idk I like most of our banters and their posts. 🤷‍♀

7) Show us a picture that's in your galary that you are proud off/like/are comfortable sharing.

My answer :

8) final question, what was the last YouTube video you watched?

My answer :

*chuckles* here is the FUN PART!

Tag your personal friend : @fandom-stealer

Tag your mom friend : @urlocalbisexualmess-alt

Tag a person you consider mutuals : @starlightshadowsworld

Tag people whose post you like alot : @hannigramislife , @scarecrowspawn

Tag a stranger! Why don't you! : @geodude96

You guys can ignore this post entirely, I am just in a very creative mode for no reason. To the point I continued three of my drafts---

[negasonicxyukio]

Firsts

Summary: Yukio finally worked up the courage to tell Ellie how she feels. The result (a first date, a first kiss, and her first girlfriend) are even better than she hoped.

The mall was a riot of colors and noise. Full of people, stores, food vendors, cute clothes… it was awesome. It was the perfect casual setting for their first date, which Ellie had told Yukio when they were planning. Yukio had been the one to work up enough courage to tell the other girl how she felt. The silence after her rushed confession- “I really like you,”- paralyzed her. She thought she’d ruined her first new friendship at the mansion. The fact that her feelings were mutual was almost more than she’d hoped for.

Yukio hadn't been able to get the giddy grin off of her face for hours. But two days later she was a nervous wreck. She had no clue how to dress for a date. It was at the mall, so maybe casual? But it was also a date, so fancy? What were they supposed to talk about? How were they supposed to act, now that she and Ellie were dating? She had about a million other questions and no answers. She had settled for a casual-ish outfit: jeans and a nice top. She decided she would let Ellie decide how quickly she wanted things to move; Yukio didn’t mind pda herself, and she certainly wouldn’t turn down a kiss from Ellie if the chance presented itself.

She’d been a bundle of nerves all the way through Colossus wishing them well and telling them to be safe, shyly saying a hello to her date. She was glad that Ellie waited until they were in the car to flash her a million-watt smile. With the way it made her knees weak, she might not have made it to the mall otherwise.

“You look nice,” Ellie complemented her.

Yukio could feel her face going about twenty different shades of red, but she somehow managed to keep her cool. “Thanks, you do too!” She was telling the truth; if anything, that was an understatement. Ellie was the very definition of suave, with her hair slicked back and her black lipstick on. She was wearing a tasteful all-black outfit. In short, she looked really good, and it set off the butterflies in Yukio’s stomach.

Ellie maneuvered the professor’s car out of the mansion’s garage and drove out the gate in silence. Yukio fidgeted in her seat uncomfortably, not even noticing the way Ellie was nervously tapping the wheel. “So, uh… how have you been?”

More silence, and then all of the nervous energy inside of Yukio reaches a breaking point. She burst into laughter. Soon Ellie was laughing, too, still facing the road. Her shoulders shook with the force of her laughter. Yukio covered her mouth with one hand as her giggles tapered off.

“That was really awkward.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Ellie said.

Yukio realized she’d been overthinking this whole dating thing. “This is basically like being friends, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I-I mean, we’ll still joke around and talk and stuff, just with hand holding and kissing and stuff, right?” She said quickly, trying to dispel the confusion and hurt that had clouded Ellie’s expression. “I’ve been so nervous, but we should just be having fun, spending time with one another, right?”

Ellie relaxed a little. Now she looked thoughtful. “Huh. I guess I hadn’t thought of that. If I’m being honest, I was really nervous for today.” She flashed Yukio another smile, this one much shyer than before. She held out her hand, keeping the other on the wheel.

Yukio laced her fingers through Ellie’s. A tingly warmth was spreading up her arm, and both of them were blushing like crazy. For the second time that week, she couldn't stop smiling. She couldn’t be happier. “You won’t believe what happened in English today,” Yukio began.

They talked and laughed all the way to the mall, pausing occasionally to sing-slash-yell along with the awful eighties music on the radio. Yukio felt so happy and light she could’ve skipped all the way to the food court and through the various department stores they visited. Instead, she swung hers and Ellie’s hands between them. They both ended up with a new outfit or two. Ellie bought Yukio a necklace that had caught her eye, and Yukio gave her a nice pair of sunglasses in return. “They make you look like a secret agent, when you’re glaring,” she told her. Yukio didn’t want the day to end.

They were a little quieter on the way home, but no less giddy. This time the gaps in the conversation were comfortable. Yukio was glad she had finally spoken up about her feelings. The anxiety was worth it if it meant that Ellie was her girlfriend. Girlfriend. Yukio had a girlfriend. She would have to get used to that- she had never dated anyone before. She had time, she figured. The way they understood one another and listened and cared about one another, this was something that could last.

Ellie held the door open for Yukio as she got out of the car, but Yukio wouldn’t let her carry the bags. She turned to carry them up to the mansion when she felt Ellie’s hand on her shoulder.

“Yukio?”

She turned to face Ellie. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw how close they were- she could feel Ellie’s breath warming her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

Yukio just nodded, stunned, as Ellie tilted her head up to press their lips together. Yukio’s eyes fluttered closed. Her arm slipped down around Ellie’s waist. Her lips were soft and inviting. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. The same tingly feeling from before returned, stronger this time. When they pulled away they were both breathless, Yukio a little dizzy. “That was nice.”

“Yeah. We should do it more often,” Ellie said with a wink.

“Agreed. Now let’s get inside before curfew.”

[kaistrex]

2021 Fic Year in Review

I won't be finishing anything else before the year is up, so I thought it was time for this. No one tagged me but it looked fun so here we go 😂 Edit: Now tagged by @raisesomehale! 🥰

Personal ramblings ahead!

Total number of completed works

10

Total word count:

161,800+ 😱

Fandoms written in:

Teen Wolf

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Considering at the beginning of January I didn’t think I’d write a goddamn thing or be involved in fandom at all, a helluva lot more haha. This is the most I've written in a single year ever, easy.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

Where the Real Beasts Are (yep, I’m still banging on about it 😂) because I persevered with it after 4 years of writing and wrote my first 100k+ fic 🤗

The runner-up is Home though. I’m really proud of the plot idea for that fic ^^

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I think signing up for the big bang was a risk, even though I didn’t realise it at the time! I think in my sign up application, I estimated my fic would be in the 20-30k range, but then it grew and grew to 2-3x that length. I realised around the end of June that the daily word count goal I set just wasn’t going to cut it, so I had to double it to 1k a day, and for the month of July, all I did every evening was sit in front of my laptop and slave away. I’m not built for that kind of level of production haha

I ended up getting it finished and self-betaed (a process which took like 10 hours 😂) 30 minutes before it was due to be revealed to everyone on my posting day. It was not a fun time, and I actually kind of grew to resent the fic haha woops~

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I’d really like to get my Lonely Stiles fic off the ground. I’ve added another plot thread to it that has turned it into a longfic from the long oneshot I’d planned because there was something missing, so it’s well on it’s way to taking shape. I’d really love to be able to write the whole thing and then post it to a schedule because that’s something I’ve never done before.

I did intend to use it for my big bang piece if I sign up again, but now it’s going to be chaptered, I really don’t want to have to post it all at once per the event rules, so... we’ll see!

Most popular story of the year?

Probably Cloaked in Gold? I’ve never had such a strong reception to a fic before which was especially mind-boggling considering I thought I was just sending it out to die because it had to be posted all in one go.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

Home. The reception for the fic even now it's finished has been pretty soft (the Secret Santa fic I posted 3 days ago is already on it’s way to eclipsing it via kudos by the end of the week 😂) On the other hand though, in the 5/6 years I’ve been writing Sterek, I’ve never had such incredible comments as I got on that fic which I still think about even now, AND it inspired someone to draw art so I really have nothing to complain about 🥰💖💖💖

Most fun story to write:

Probably Lemon & Ginger or The Hand-me-down. Generally when I write, I'll always hit a section where I think I just want this bit to be dooooonnnne, but both of these were short and mostly written over the course of a day, so they came to me pretty easily. They just felt right 😊

Biggest Disappointment:

I’d completely forgotten about this, but now I’m laughing remembering when I ‘un-privated’ a fic I hate because people had been asking after it and sharing pdfs anyway, thinking I’d just do it quietly and it would be there for the people that wanted it and I wouldn’t have to think about it ever again, only to discover that it sent out a notification to HUNDREDS of my ao3 subscribers. That was... unfortunate to say the least 🤣 Does that count?

Biggest surprise:

The reception to Cloaked in Gold. I was blown away by the response to it. I keep getting comments on it with regularity even now, even though usually once something's posted, comments dry up after a few days.