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Best Friend Protocol #14 (Team Meeting part)

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You're Felix's childhood friend, and you and he have been planning a visit to see him for his birthday for what feels like years now. Unfortunately, SKZ is a very busy group, and the week-long vacation you'd planned for doesn't seem possible.Until Felix decides to ask his bandmates a favor...

Word Count: 2672

Notes: IT'S FINALLY HERE! ALL HAIL THE LEGENDARY FIRST WRITTEN PART OF BFP! I meant to have this out over a week ago, but it's here now! I will be attempting to get a regular chapter out here shortly to fulfil my promised 4 november chapters. Wish me luck! Huge shout out to one of my beautiful beloved betas, @brbwritingfanfic for taking the time to make sense of this damn thing lmao. I appreciate you spotting all my errors, you a real one <3 For those familiar with my archive style and curious, this is A3D2 for this chapter. It was kicking my ASS. If enough folks are interested I don't mind releasing the other attempts, but BFP is a bit divorced from the usual archive proceedings, so I'll leave that up to y'all. I actually really loved how Felix's character came through here, and i'm pretty pleased with how the dialogue turned out. My poor fiance had to sit through like 5 separate rants about how i could not roll back the details enough and kept having to scrap dialogue so it sounded less like AI attempting classical literature.

Warnings: She/Her Reader. Sort of? Polyamory negotiations. More like, the possibility is tossed out there.

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The meeting goes something like this;

They pile into the living room of his and Seungmin’s shiny new dorm without discussion. It makes Felix both nervous and grateful. They’ve always had these meetings wherever Chris happened to be, before. It feels like an unspoken declaration of allegiance. Like they’re letting Felix take the lead, here.

The pressure is kind of getting to him already, as they all settle in. He doesn’t even know how he feels about it all himself, making a decision doesn’t seem like something he should be in charge of right now.

Still, he’s grateful. They’re being so mindful of him in this, and he kind of wants to cry about it. He feels seen, and loved. A bit too seen, maybe, but as embarrassing as it is he’s still a bit gooey inside about it.

Felix drags a beanbag over to where Hyunjin has settled on the couch, plopping down to lean against the other man’s legs. A hand automatically goes to bury itself in his hair, like an anchor against Felix’s stormy thoughts.

The grounding warmth of one of his best friends soothes Felix as Chris calls the meeting to order.

“So!” Their leader casts an inquiring gaze around the room, “Who wants to start? Where are we at right now?”

A few glances are cast Felix’s way, but he tips his head back against Hyunjin’s knees to avoid their eyes. Everyone must get the message, because no one prompts him.

Jisung is the one who eventually bites the bullet, and Felix sends a silent ‘thank you’ to his birthday buddy.

“Well, I’d like to clarify everyone’s, like, goal in this?” Jisung puts forward tentatively, “Because I’m at the point where it’s more of a ‘I’d like to get to know her’ thing than a ‘I want to date her’ thing.” he shrugs to himself, “I haven’t talked to her much yet, I just think she’s cool.”

“I’m a little bit smitten,” Changbin admits from across the room. He gives Felix an apologetic grimace, but all Felix can do is wave him off with a worried smile.

“We talked for quite a while the other day and, I dunno... We clicked? I guess? I feel like we did, anyway. I kind of want to see where that could go if we let it.”

Changbin sends an almost appealing look to Felix as he speaks, and honestly? Super awkward for Felix right now.

Because, see, Felix’s first instinct is to get super defensive and shut everything down. He doesn’t really want to be talking about this, and it scratches at something delicate and boyish in him that they’re having this discussion at all.

It’s embarrassing to know that the feelings he’s kept so close to his chest for so many years are out in the open. It feels a bit like a betrayal that this meeting is about the fact that most of his friends have feelings for the girl he’s had a crush on basically his whole life, instead of planning how to get him to stop being stupid about said crush.

It’s just... Uncomfortable. On so many levels. An ugly monster wants to tear out of Felix’s throat as he locks eyes with Changbin, but a light scratch at his scalp from Hyunjin stalls the beast.

Right. Felix reminds himself that these aren’t any old friends. These aren’t just some acquaintances he could burn bridges with, or strange men he had to protect his angel from.

No, these were his brothers, the people he’d shed blood, sweat, and tears with. The men he’d lived with, grown with, the guys who’d seen more of him than any other person in the world.

Felix finds it in himself to spare Changbin a strained smile. He means it to be reassuring, but he’s so tangled up in his thoughts right now that it’s the best he can offer. The older man seems grateful for it anyway.

He turns his gaze up to Hyunjin, the catalyst of all this, and Felix’s current rock in the storm. He tries to keep in mind how much he loves these people as he moves the conversation forward.

He has to hear them out, at least.

“Thoughts, Hyun?” Felix gently inquires.

Hyunjin briefly presses his lips together, gathering his thoughts into words.

“I’ve been pretty open in my flirtation from the start, I think.” he finally says, “So I guess I’m more surprised that anyone else is? Surprised, I mean.”

Felix has to hand him that one. For all that his ‘no flirting’ rule had been mostly a joke, it did mean that he’d expected them to flirt with her.

He wonders what makes things different now? He’d been okay with the flirting when he’d thought everyone was just joking around, has anything really changed now that he knows it’s real?

Felix sits with that thought while Minho throws his two cents in.

“I don’t think surprised is the right word,” their second eldest ponders aloud, “I’m personally more... worried about how this might work out.” He draws the words out slowly, like he’s tasting the flavor of them before he speaks.

It’s off-putting to hear Minho speak so cautiously- he’s usually so blunt with his words.

“I’m more worried about how this will affect us as a group,” Minho admits, “I mean, I like her, she’s fun, but I don’t want her if it’s going to cause issues among us.”

And the older man has a point. Anything that causes discord in a group like theirs is a disaster waiting to happen. Especially something like this, where a misstep could lead to long-term resentments and jealousies.

Felix feels pressured by the group’s regard for him all over again. One word from him, and he knows it all ends. The moment he says he can’t handle this is the moment that the rest back off. The emotions won’t fade, Felix knows, but they’d do it anyways.

Because they love him.

He loves them right back.

“I really like her,” Seungmin pipes in, face blank. His eyes cast toward the floor for a moment, before rising again to meet Felix’s. “I really like her,” He repeats, “I don’t know that I would be okay with letting go without trying.”

Felix pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods at the younger man. His head tips toward his lap while he thinks, brow furrowing as he loses himself to his tumultuous thoughts.

It helps to hear everyone’s feelings put so bluntly, Felix thinks. Having everyone’s stances laid out clearly like a map in his mind’s eye.

Han, who’s not invested but interested anyways.

Changbin, who’s probably in deeper than he’d really like to be.

Hyunjin, who’d been open about his intentions from the start.

Minho, who the fact that he’s even considering her means more than Felix thinks the man realizes. And yet, he’d give her up at the first seed of discord among the group.

It’s kind of heartwarming, when Felix thinks about how much love their second eldest had shown them with those words.

Finally, there’s Seungmin. A man whose compliments are hard earned, and whose feelings are closely guarded. A man who’d just handed Felix his heart on a silver platter, trust and love etched in every word, spoken and not.

Felix’s first instinct is still to shut them down. His clouded heart tells him to scoop up his angel and hide her away like a dragon with its hoard. To claim her as his and his alone, and feel slighted if anyone tried to contest that.

But that’s not fair. Not to his members and not to her. Not even to himself.

They’d shown him respect and care every step of the way, the least he could do is give them more than a knee-jerk reaction.

“Is it really all that complicated?” Jeongin ponders aloud.

Their maknae looks almost bored from his armchair, staring at them all. His furrowed brow gives away his worry, as does the way he allows Chris to pull him into the elder’s side with an arm around his shoulders.

“I mean, it’s up to her in the end, isn’t it?” their youngest continues, “she’s the only one that can really make a final call.”

“Could we handle that?” Felix finally speaks up. It’s a little scary having everyone’s attention snap to him like that, but this is the crux of the matter, he thinks.

“If she chooses one of us, could we handle that?” he elaborates.

A contemplative silence descends over the room. Felix kind of wishes he could peek into the member’s brains at this moment. He wants to know if they’re as worried as he is, if they’re worried about the same things he is.

Because, quite honestly, the more he thinks about it the less he really minds if they flirt with his angel.

It’s taken him this long to untangle the ugly knot of emotions in his chest, and he still can’t see all of it for what it is, but the core of it all, he thinks, is fear.

He’s afraid that, at the end of it all, he’ll be left behind. That he’ll lose two of his very best friends, his favorite people in the world, to each other.

He doesn’t think he could handle that.

It’s an unjustified fear, Felix knows. His bonds with all of these people, the seven present in the room with him and one halfway across the world, are stronger than anything. Forged in fire and elastic with time, he’s sure there’s nothing that could ever truly break them.

That doesn’t stop anxiety from creeping up his spine.

Felix lets his eyes wander around the room, landing on each of his members in turn. It’s like something in him believes that they could guide him in this, just by looking at them, the way his gaze lands heavily on each of their forms.

Hyunjin’s hand drops from his head to knead at the base of his neck, and Felix feels himself soften. A little bit of the anxiety drains from him at the comforting touch, and with it gone he can see something new under the miasma of fear and uncertainty.

It’s bright, like hope, and a bit more exciting. A giddy little thought bubbles up with it-

“What if she chose more than one of us?” Han beats him to the punch. His eyes flick between them all anxiously, looking very much like the rodent he’s nicknamed for, and when he’s met with six confused stares and Felix’s suppressed grin, he starts to babble.

“I- I mean, we’ve all shared partners before. Like, sexually, at least. I just- I mean- We’re not strangers to sharing, is all I’m tryna say!” Han explains himself.

His shoulders rise up to cherry-red ears under the weight of their stares. Minho places a calming hand on his thigh, even as he pokes holes in the other man’s claim.

“We’ve never shared romantic partners though,” He points out, annoyingly reasonable, “That’s a completely different thing.”

“I’d be willing to give it a shot,” Hyunjin shrugs when all eyes turn to him.

He was, admittedly, the last of them Felix had expected to back the idea. Hyunjin was the most romantic of them all, and the least likely to indulge one of them in sharing a partner or two.

“I love you guys, and I really like her,” Hyunjin states plainly, “I don’t see an issue with it.”

“So.. what? We try for, like, a.. polycule kinda thing if she wants?” Changbin questions. He scrunches up his face in concern at the concept, pointing out, “That feels a little unbalanced, doesn't it? Is it fair to hinge the whole thing on her?”

“It's going to hinge on her whether it's fair or not,” Jeongin interjects, “You all have crushes on her, not on eachother.”

“I just don’t know how comfortable I can be with that,” Changbin explains, “There’s one of her, and currently six of us. I don’t think it’s humanly possible for her to split her time enough for all of us, and it’s really unfair of us to expect it of her.”

“It could be a good thing, though,” Han argues, “None of us have the time to dedicate to a relationship how we should. Having more than one of us to turn to could be a good thing.”

“Okay, but you’re all forgetting something very important in this hypothetical,” Jeongin stresses the word, making pointed eye contact with his hyungs, “situation. She has to agree to it too. We can’t make a decision without her.”

Felix can't help but be proud of their youngest for reminding them of y/n’s place in all this. It’s not like they’d forgotten, but it was a good reminder anyway. It did feel a bit icky to be talking about their relationship with her like it was a foregone conclusion.

“I’m just saying!” Han proclaims, throwing his hands in the air, “It’s a possibility that we should be open to if it happens!”

Finally, Chris loudly claps to get everyone's attention and forestall any oncoming argument.

“Oh-kay!” he enthuses, “Let’s refocus. Show of hands, are we okay with everyone flirting with her if they want to?”

All hands go up, none of them opposed to anyone else shooting their shot. Felix pretends like all eyes aren’t on him as he easily raises his arm.

“Alright, next” Chris pushes on, “Do we think we can handle it if she chooses one of us?”

Hesitant murmurs sound around the room at this, but Felix has come to an understanding with himself during this meeting, so he speaks confidently when he says, “I think we’ll be okay.”

His words seem to reassure the others, and a ripple of agreement and gentle ribbing starts circling the room.

“Alright,” Chris nods to himself, interrupting the wave before they could get started with any mischief. He really does know them too well.

“And finally,” he starts, an indecipherable expression crossing his face, “show of hands, who’s alright with the poly thing if it comes to it?”

This subject is more divisive, Han, Hyujin, and Felix’s hands going up, but Minho and Changbin stay quiet with worried faces. Seungmin holds his arm out in front of him with his thumb held out sideways. When questioned, he just says he’s not sure how he feels about it yet.

“We’ll circle back on that later, then.” Chris decides, “I think that’s one of those things we need to be unanimous on.”

Agreements sound out, and the atmosphere relaxes. The evening quickly devolves into an impromptu game night, the group quickly descending upon Felix’s console games like a pack of hyenas.

Felix gets up to switch the TV over to his switch, intentions of strong-arming everyone into playing Mario Party in mind. Chris grabs him by the elbow as he walks by, nodding over to the kitchen. Felix follows him over, already unbearably fond.

“You sure you're good?” Chris asks lowly, “You've been her friend the longest, and we quite literally thought you were dating her already for a while there. They'll back off if you ask, you know.”

Felix nods, smiling softly at their leader’s care. “I'm good I promise.” he swears, “I meant it when I said I liked it when my favorite people get along.”

He turns to look through the doorway back at the living room. Despite the strange and personal nature of their conversation, jokes and laughter flow easily now. As if there was never any tension at all.

Felix can feel himself practically melt as he looks at them, a sentiment he knows their leader shares.

“It would hurt,” Felix admits, “If she chose someone else. But there’s no one I’d trust to hurt me more, y’know?”

Chris doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t really need to. He squeezes Felix’s elbow gently as the younger dives back into the chaos, and Felix knows he’s been understood.

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morgana-larkin · 23 days ago

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Here's the next chapter of Mine! I'm also working on a Mel prompt that's halfway done. I'm also surprised I got 3 prompts for Maya Mason pretty quickly so I'll start writing for one of them soon. I'm stuck in bed with a fever so I'm basically just writing right now. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: It's 2 weeks before Halloween and you both get a scare that involves Mia.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 24

Mine - Part 23

Warnings: Mention of blood, Swearing

Words: 3K

You were on your way to Abbott today to visit Melissa and everyone on their lunch break with the twin girls. You told Melissa that you needed the van to go and pick up costumes for Caty and Nico as Halloween is in 3 weeks. You ended up driving her to work and promised that you’d pick her up. You push the twins in the stroller to the break room and you walk in to see everyone there.

“Janine, that’s impossible.” Melissa says and then Janine sees you and excitedly gets up and runs over. Melissa turns her head around and sees you with the twins.

“Surprise.” You tell her and she gets up and quickly makes her way over and hugs you. “Weird that I had to get a visitor's pass even though I work here.” You say and Melissa looks at the twins.

“I thought you were getting costumes for Caty and Nico?” She asks as she picks up Bella.

“I did.” You say as you go into the bag and pull out two costumes and she quirks an eyebrow.

“Really? Dorothy and the cowardly lion?” She asks.

“They’re adorable.” You say and then look at Melissa’s expression. “It was the only thing I saw where they could match and wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for Caty.” You tell her. “You might not remember her flinging the Minnie mouse ears off last year but I do. Also I wanted to come here and surprise you with the twins, so just shut up and enjoy it.” You add and Melissa lets out a slight chuckle.

Everyone then takes turns holding Bella and Mia for the entire lunch break, giving you a small break. When Jacob is holding Mia and Barb is holding Bella, Melissa sits down in her spot and gets you to sit on top of her and she wraps her arms around you.

“Thank you for the surprise.” She tells you and you give her a kiss.

“I also needed a small break.” You whisper and she laughs. “Also is the sub here?” You ask her and she looks around and nods when she sees him.

“The lanky one with the dark brown hair on the couch.” She tells you and rests her head on your arm. Without warning you get up and Melissa whips her head up as she watches you go over to the sub.

“Hi, you’re the sub right?” You ask him and he looks at you nervously and nods. You then hold out your hand and he shakes it and casts a glance at Melissa. “Yes, I’m Melissa’s wife and the teacher you’re subbing for.” You tell him. “Just wanted to see that you’re already afraid of my wife which means that she threatened you which means that topic is covered. But I wanted to add that if you mess with anyone here, especially my wife and my students then I have access to my wife’s bat.” You tell him and you go back and sit on Melissa’s lap and Melissa wraps her arms around your waist.

“That’s my girl.” She says with a smile.

A week later Melissa is giving out the tests to her students when she gets a call on her phone. She looks to see you’re calling her so she ignores it as you probably forgot she has class. A few minutes later Ava knocks on her door and tells Melissa to step outside for a second.

“Alright my little eagles, start the test and I’ll be right back.” She tells them and then steps outside. “What is it?” She asks Ava.

“You need to pick up the calls from your wife. She called me about something that involves one of your babies and blood.” Ava says.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” Melissa asks her.

“Girl I don’t know, I was only half paying attention. But she told me to tell you to call her now.” Ava tells her and Melissa immediately calls you. You pick up pretty much right away and you immediately look in distress.

“Melissa, I need you to come home and bring us to the hospital. Mia is coughing up blood, she has a fever and she’s not eating that much. I would take them but I can’t find the spare baby seats.” You tell her and you seem on the verge of a panic attack.

“Ok Amore, calm down.” She says and you glare at her. “Ava, I need you to take over my class.” She tells Ava and Ava looks at her confused. “They’re just doing a test, just make sure they don’t look at others test’s or talk to each other. They’ll hand it to you when they’re done and they can do whatever for the rest of the day.” She explains and Ava nods before walking into the classroom. “I’m coming Amore.” She tells you.

“Hurry.” You say and then end the call.

Melissa quickly gathers her things as she says a goodbye and an excuse to her students before she runs out of the building and to the car. When she pulls up she sees you coming out with the twins in a stroller. Melissa helps you strap them both in and then drives to the hospital. On the way there she sees you wiping off some blood that she assumed was from Mia.

“Did you Google it?” Melissa asks and you look at her.

“Of course I fucking Googled it.” You tell her sternly and run your hand through your hair.

“It’s going to be ok.” Melissa says and grabs your hand.

“They said it could be a possible chest infection and to get them to a hospital immediately.” You tell her and take a few deep breaths.

“Which is what we’re doing.” Melissa says.

You both get to the hospital and you get the stroller ready while Melissa gets Bella. She hands you Bella and you get her in the stroller while Melissa gets Mia. She decides to hold Mia and carry her all the way inside the children’s hospital. Melissa tells the receptionist what’s going on and she gets you to fill out some forms while she notifies the doctors. You end up having to feed Mia and Melissa fills out the forms.

“Why do we have to fill out these stupid forms? My daughter is coughing up blood!” You say and Melissa looks at you and puts a hand on your back and rubs it.

“It’s gonna be ok, Amore. Our kids are the strongest people I know and Mia will be perfectly fine. We just have to fill these out so they know what’s happening and then they’ll check her out and see what’s going on.” Melissa tells you calmly. “Is Mia eating alright?” She asks and you look under the blanket and see Mia happily eating and you nod.

“She is.” You say and rub your forehead with your free hand before looking at Melissa. “I’m sorry, I’m just scared.” You tell her and she kisses your forehead.

“It’s alright.” She tells you and then she checks on Bella. “All I see is a mother protective of one of her babies and nothing is wrong with that.” She says and you nod then feel that Mia is done eating.

“Here.” You say before you hand Mia over to Melissa and she begins burping her and then you adjust the blanket before you take Bella to feed her. “When daycare is over then you should get the kids.” You tell her and then place your head on her shoulder.

Melissa does end up having to leave to get the kids an hour later while you continue to wait for the doctor. She grabs the kids from daycare and then brings them to the hospital and she sees you’re still waiting.

“They still haven’t called you in yet?” She asks and you shake your head. Melissa gets the kids to sit in empty chairs across from you and gives them her phone to watch a show on.

“What is this place?” Amelia asks as she gives the phone to Nico and walks over to Melissa.

“This is a children’s hospital, Tesoro. Mia isn’t feeling well so they have to check her over.” Melissa explains and then lifts her up to see Mia.

“She looks fine.” Amelia says and then you hear Mia start coughing. You pick her up and put her vertical and rub her back. All of a sudden she coughs again and blood gets on your shirt. Melissa saw the entire thing and stares wide-eyed at her daughter in shock.

“Mia Schemmenti.” You hear a nurse say and you all get up. Melissa gets the toddlers to come to the room while you push the stroller. “Which one is Mia?” The nurse asks and you get Mia out of the stroller.

“Just watch the show.” Melissa tells Amelia when she sees Amelia paying attention.

“But I want to make sure Mia is ok.” Amelia says.

“Go watch the show.” Melissa tells her sternly and Amelia looks at her confused before going over to the toddler twins and watch the show before a doctor comes in. The nurse and doctor check her over and they confirm she has a lung infection. They give you a prescription for liquid medicine and they tell you to make sure she has lots of rest.

“Oh this one loves sleep so no problem there.” You say and the doctor nods before he leaves.

“Alright, let’s stop at the pharmacy and then go home.” Melissa tells you and you nod as you put Mia back in the stroller.

A few hours later you watch as Melisa puts the medicine in the bottle that you just filled with breast milk and then she closes the bottle and shakes it.

“Something you need?” She asks and then looks at you and you nod.

“I was thinking we should revisit our idea of getting a puppy.” You tell her and she tilts her head.

“Go on.” She says.

“I was looking at things that help with ADHD and autism and both have a dog on it.” You say as you walk up to her. “And plus it would be really nice to have a dog running around. You know I had one when I was growing up and it was so nice and the dog was so cute as a puppy.” You tell her and you see she’s thinking about it.

“I don’t know Amore, I mean we have 5 kids and then there’s Sweet Cheeks and his family.” She says.

“We can wait until the summer. That way the girls will be about a year old, Amelia will be 5 years old and Sweet Cheeks’s kids aren’t kids anymore, they’re over a year old.” You tell her.

“I’ll think about it. For now I gotta go feed the twins and you should get some sleep.” She says and you nod.

Melissa is feeding Mia and she thinks back on what you said 10 minutes ago. She wouldn’t mind having a dog, you two both were going to get one over a year ago but Sweet Cheeks’s girlfriend got pregnant. Mia then stops eating and Melissa burps her before she just holds Mia. Melissa smiles at her and Mia smiles back and giggles. Melissa grabs her little hand and chuckles.

“You’re a little goof aren’t you?” She asks her and Mia just giggles again. “You’re also so strong, just like your mommy. Now you gotta get some sleep and heal from the infection.” Melissa tells her as she puts her back in the crib.

The next morning Melissa walks in the break room as she gets her phone out from her purse. She looks back at the room and sees everyone staring at her.

“What are youse looking at?” She asks.

“Ava told us you left early due to a situation about one of your kids and blood.” Janine explains.

“Are your kids ok?” Jacob asks and Melissa nods.

“Ya, Mia was coughing up blood so we took her to the children’s hospital.” She says and Jacob and Janine gasp as Melissa sits in her seat. “She’s fine. She has a lung infection, we got some prescription liquid medicine for her so she’s healing.” Melissa explains.

The day goes by normally and Melissa says goodbye to her last student leaving and then she gets her things and goes to pick her kids up. She gets to pre-k where Amelia is and she looks in the room to see the kids that are waiting are all playing duck duck goose. She sees how Amelia gets tagged as the goose and the 2 kids run around the circle and Melissa smiles. She sees how the other kid makes it back safely without getting tagged by Amelia and then it’s Amelia’s turn to pick a goose.

“Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, GOOSE!” Amelia exclaims and then Melissa watches as her daughter and this other kid run around and Amelia makes it back safely without getting tagged.

“Amelia.” Melissa says as she makes her presence known and all the kids look up at her.

“Mamma!” Amelia exclaims as she gets up and runs to Melissa and gives her a hug while the kids return to the game.

“Have a good day, Tesoro?” Melissa asks and Amelia nods. “That’s good, go get your sweater and backpack and let’s go get your siblings.” Melissa tells her and Amelia nods.

After dinner you’re playing with Nico while Caty does her puzzle toy. Melissa is on the couch with Amelia with a book as she teaches Amelia a couple of small words. You see Melissa has her glasses on and you see how she has to read the word a couple of times before she helps Amelia with it. You love how strong Melissa is and how she has such a love of reading, even with her dyslexia.

At night, Melissa gets back from feeding the twins and sees you’re still awake. She climbs into bed next to you, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you right up against her.

“Trouble sleeping?” She asks you.

“I was asleep but then I woke up.” You say and she interlaces her fingers with yours. “I had a nightmare.” You admit and she hums.

“Want to talk about it?” She asks and you turn around to face her.

“In it, Mia was coughing up blood, a lot of it and then you blamed me for what was happening to her.” You say and she gets you to nuzzle your head in her chest and wraps her arms around you.

“That does sound scary.” She tells you and she feels you nod. “Mia is fine. Her temperature dropped and she stopped coughing up blood.” Melissa tells you. “Also I would never blame you for anything like that.”

“I know, but it felt so real.”

“I know, I’ll protect you tonight, Amore.” She says and you put a hand underneath her shirt to feel her skin before falling asleep.

A few hours later, Melissa gets woken up by someone shaking her and she opens her eyes to see Amelia on the bed and looking at her.

“Tesoro, what are you doing here?” She asks with a yawn.

“I woke up to a noise and saw Mommy is in the hallway crying.” She explains and Melissa sits up and hears a few sniffles.

“You can sleep here.” Melissa tells Amelia before she gets out of bed and goes into the hallway.

She sees you sitting against the door to the nursery and your head in her hands as you cry. Melissa doesn’t say anything, just goes up to you, sits down next to you and wraps an arm around you. You gasp at first as you didn’t hear her coming but then you lean into her as you continue crying. After a few minutes, you wipe your tears away with your pj sleeve and let out a breath.

“So, want to tell me why you’re by yourself and crying in the hallway at 3am?” She asks softly and you curl into her.

“I was feeding the twins, and I thought about what would have happened if we lost Mia.” You tell her. “She has such tiny lungs, it could have been worse.”

“Yes she has tiny lungs but we both know how strong they are with how long she can cry. Also the pipes on her…Jesus Christ, I don’t think our other kids were ever that loud.” She says and you let out a soft chuckle. “Yes it could have been worse, we’re lucky it was a minor infection. We should be thankful about that and that we’re all home, safe, healthy and happy.” She says and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know and you’re right that we got lucky.” You tell her. “Why are you awake at 3am?” You then ask.

“You didn’t notice a 4 year old walking past you as you were crying?” She asks and you shake your head. “She woke me up as you woke her up, not knowing what to do. She’s sleeping in our bed right now. At least I hope she’s asleep.” Melissa says and you both then get up and walk to the bed, you still in her arms.

You feel exhausted as you just let out a good cry. You both see Amelia fast asleep in the bed, in the middle, stretched out like a starfish. Melissa gently picks her up and puts her more on your side. You then get into bed and wrap your arms around Amelia while Melissa wraps an arm around you.

“Thank you for being there for me.” You tell her and you feel her tighten her hold on you.

“I’ll always be there for you.”

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alwritey-aphrodite · 1 year ago

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tasm peter with

• one character covering the other with a blanket when they fall asleep watching a movie on the couch

+ forehead kisses and maybe reader wakes up and pulls him in for cuddles?

I didn’t follow the prompts super closely because the muse had me in her grasp so I hope this is ok :)

Let’s all pretend this isn’t literally 4 months late…

Sleep is never something that has come easily to you. You’re either too hot or too cold, wired up or unable to get comfortable, with most nights consisting more of your flopping around than actually sleeping. It’s been this way as long as you can remember, so you’ve learned to live with it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t irritate you constantly.

“That much caffeine could kill a horse,” Peter jokes as you pop the tab on your energy drink. Most days, you try to limit your caffeine, but you’ve been getting less than five hours of sleep for the past week and you’re nearing desperation. You feel sorry for Peter, the sweetest boy imaginable having to deal with you and all your irritability, but he still presses a kiss to your cheek as he leaves the kitchen.

“It’s like I’m cursed or something,” you complain after taking a long pull from your can, relishing in the carbonation. You’re sure Peter’s tired of your grousing, but he still listens to every grumble, nodding sympathetically at your exhaustion.

“Maybe we can watch a movie later, it’ll help you relax even if you don’t sleep,” he suggests, and you know how much this kills him, knowing you’re uncomfortable and tired and upset all the time and not being able to do anything about it. He’s suggested everything to you, going out and buying supplements and sleep aids and blackout curtains just to try and see if they help you sleep even an hour longer. It melts your heart every time, almost as much as it breaks your heart seeing his disappointed frown when you tell him it didn’t help. You’re just waiting for the crash, knowing that soon enough your body will lose its fight and you’ll sleep soundly for a few nights, only for the cycle to start all over again.

“I’ll stop and buy snacks on my way home,” you respond, if only to see the way his smile lights up his entire face. You always think he looks beautiful, whether he’s laughing or crying or anything in between, but something about his smile makes him ethereal, and you do your best to make him smile as much as possible with the selfish motivation of ogling him just for a moment.

When you finally make it to the end of the day, exhaustion weighing you down like a ton of bricks, you make sure to pick up Peter’s favorite snacks, almost certain he has one of your favorite movies all queued up for your return. Upon your return, you’re a little shocked at the way he’s transformed your living room into your own home theater, making good use of the blackout curtains he’d bought and piling your couch with more pillows and blankets than two people could possibly need. He’s lit candles all throughout the room, casting a warm glow and just enough light for you to see the takeout spread across the coffee table, which with the snacks you’d bought, is almost more food than necessary.

In the gentle glow, you see him waiting for you, bringing your favorite drink out from the kitchen. You’re sure your relief is palpable, certain he can see the way your shoulders relax and your breathing settles, just a bit, at how wonderfully relaxing he’s made your apartment and how excited you are to finally be home. You set the snacks down, arranging them on the coffee table to compliment the takeout, and Peter shakes his head when he sees the spread, as if you’re ridiculous for buying his favorites when he must have spent hours making the living room as comfortable as possible.

You’re vindicated when the opening credits to one of your favorite movies rolls, and sitting next to Peter under your mountain of blankets, eating your favorite food with your favorite boy by your side, you’re more relaxed than you’ve been in weeks. A few minutes in, with a full belly and tired feet, your eyes start to feel like lead, and it takes more energy than you have to keep them open. Despite the pile of pillows, your head slumps against Peter’s shoulder, and he’s far too caring, far too relieved to see you asleep, that he wouldn’t ever dare to move.

It’s an awkward angle, but he presses a kiss to your forehead anyway, sweet and featherlight in an attempt not to wake you. He winces when you stir, eyelids fluttering, but you settle quickly, and he resists the urge to sigh in relief, certain the movement would only wake you.

You sleep through the night, and even though Peter’s lost feeling in his left arm and it seems like his neck has a permanent crick, he’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

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pocket-sized-nightmare · 27 days ago

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could be nerves, could be butterflies (beauyasha week day 4)

today's prompt: band au

(inset links are being mean, but you can read on ao3 here! :D)

Yasha never used to consider herself a “theater kid.” Or a performer at all.

Yes, she plays guitar and sometimes sings, but she’s never felt safe in the spotlight. It doesn’t help that Dolorav, the awful private school she attended before transferring to public high school, somehow managed to make middle school theater hypercompetitive. Trostenwald High School has gotten her out of her shell a little bit, mainly thanks to her new best friend Molly being the most flamboyant theater kid she’s ever met. He’s the one who convinced her to take a position on stage crew for the Moondrop Players community theater program. She has to admit she’s having a little bit of fun.

Moondrop’s production of Annie Jr. is coming together well, especially for a group of first- to eighth-grade kids. The crew’s list of tasks is short and simple today, leaving Molly and Yasha plenty of time to chat as they sort through props. “I know, Yasha, I’m very predictable! But Orrna’s even more predictable. She’s the one who convinced the crew to do ‘Making My Way’ for the show, not me.” Molly gives Yasha a playful elbow to the side as he reaches for a box of miscellaneous dishware.

“I know, I know.” Yasha gives him an eye roll in return. “Cheesy bubblegum pop songs are all yours.”

“Come on, they’re fun.”

“Fine. Sometimes. A little bit.”

A loud, bright voice pipes up from the green room doorway. “What’re you guys talking about?”

Molly waves to the newly revealed eavesdroppers: Toya, Mona, and Yuli, a trio of fourth graders in the cast. Toya, Moondrop’s Annie, has decided to follow the high schoolers on crew around like a duckling (even though she insists on pretending she and her friends are scared of Yasha). She bounces into the green room and flops down on the half-broken couch inside.

“The Battle of the Bands,” Molly explains. “It’s a thing Trostenwald High is doing. The whole crew’s putting together a band, and we’re definitely gonna win it.”

“You guys are a band?” Yuli joins Toya on the couch, followed by Mona.

“We’re something close to one, anyway.” Molly chuckles. “Orrna’s playing piano, Bo’s playing drums, a kid named Kylrie who is not on crew but we’re sneaking in anyway is on bass, I’m lead vocalist, and our guitarist��”

“We don’t have a guitarist,” Yasha interrupts.

“Yes, we do.” Molly throws an arm around Yasha’s shoulders and grins at the fourth-grade trio. “Yasha’s our guitarist.”

Yasha shakes her head. “I never agreed to that.”

“What a shame.” Molly winks.

Yasha takes a step back. “I told you. I do not perform. I stand backstage and paint sets and move heavy things.”

“Don’t listen to her.” Molly turns back to the kids. “She’s a wonderful guitar player. The most talented musician I know.”

Despite herself, Yasha chuckles. “That’s high praise.”

“Aw, come on,” Mona says, making her best puppy-dog eyes at Yasha. “You always tell us not to have stage fright!”

Yuli mirrors Mona’s pleading expression. Toya gets up and walks over to peer up at Yasha even more sadly. Yasha looks to Molly for help, but Molly just looks pleadingly at her too.

Yasha facepalms. “Am I actually being manipulated by fifth graders?”

“Yes,” all three girls say in unison.

Yasha sighs. She is not a performer. Still, she has to admit it’s been years since she played her guitar outside her bedroom, let alone in public. Trostenwald is supposed to be a fresh start. And yes, fine, the crew have been in charge of giving the nervous junior thespians pep talks. She’d be a hypocrite not to take her own advice. “Fine. But you owe me boba afterwards, Molly.”

Mona, Toya, and Yuli all cheer and hug Yasha. She makes eye contact with Molly and rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the slightest smile on her face.

----

Beauregard Lionett absolutely does not do school spirit.

It’s just so cheesy. Pep rallies, field days, fundraiser competitions… she’s never found them anything but stupid. And if an all-school competition didn’t sound bad enough, the idea of sitting through a series of performances by shitty high school bands sounds even less tolerable. She’d normally consider this an early-dismissal day and just walk out. She’s staying this time, but it is not because she feels any sort of connection to her high school. It’s because she is a freshman in a school where she knows absolutely no one, and her new friends Jester and Fjord from homeroom are going, so she might as well hang out with them.

And to be super honest, not all the performances have been that bad. There was a rendition of “Your Turn to Roll” that she wouldn’t mind hearing again, a group of seniors sang a sea shanty that was probably supposed to be a joke but was actually kind of badass, and some of the musicians were cute. Now, the emcee (Mr. Fletching, the drama teacher) takes the mic again. “And for our final number, it’s my honor to introduce a band I know quite well. They usually control the spotlight, but now they’re taking it for themselves. Put your hands together for the Moondrops!”

Beau leans over and elbows Jester. “Theater kids.”

Jester elbows her back. “Hey, actors are cool! I come from a very artistic family, I’ll have you know.”

“They’ll at least be fun to watch.” Beau chuckles. “You guys know anyone up there?”

“That’s Molly,” Jester says, pointing to a kid with long hair and sparkly purple makeup. “He’s in my science class. And I think the girl with the guitar’s in our grade, too. But I don’t know her.”

Beau’s eyes flick over to the guitarist, who mutters something indistinct to Molly as she adjusts her chair and microphone. Beau doesn’t know her, either. She’s tall and very pale, with messy jet-black hair that fades to white at the tips. Her clothes are all black save for the white angel wings printed on her hoodie. Her makeup is uniquely messy, but her eyeliner is knife-sharp, and her guitar has lightning bolts printed on it. Beau has never seen anyone like her before. It takes her a moment to realize she’s staring.

Jester, however, notices immediately. “Ooh, someone’s making heart eyes…”

“I am not,” Beau says. “I respect a goth girl with a good sense of style. That’s all.”

Jester puts an arm around Beau’s shoulder. “She’s the bad girl in the rock band, you’re the straight-A student… oh, this is like a romance novel already.”

“I’m not– I mean, this isn’t that.” Beau crosses her arms across her chest. “But fine. Yeah. She’s hot.”

The Moondrops start playing an upbeat pop song Beau’s never heard. She has to admit they sound great. The guitarist looks nervous at first, but it doesn’t take long for her to lose herself in the music. She completes the song with a complicated riff, and okay, fine, “heart eyes” might be a fair description for Beau’s expression. She might even be glad she came to see the contest.

Everyone applauds as the lights come back up. The Moondrops depart the stage. The guitarist disappears fastest of all – she seems overwhelmed by all the attention. As the three teachers on the judging panel discuss which band to declare the winner, Jester leans over to Beau again. “You totally want to stick around and see if we can find her.”

Beau tries to play cool. “Find who?”

“Her! The girl with the guitar who you’ve got a huge crush on.”

“I do not! She just seems cool. It’s not like… okay. Okay, fine, yeah, I’ll stick around for a minute.”

“Jester, we haven’t even met her,” Fjord points out. “You have no idea if she’s cool or not.”

“Only one way to find out!” Jester declares. “Besides, maybe it’s meant to be.”

Mr. Fletching comes back onstage. “Trostenwald High School students! It’s time to declare the winner of this year’s Battle of the Bands. The judges have discussed, and they’ve awarded this year’s win to… the Moondrops!”

More applause. The Moondrops take the stage again, high-fiving and celebrating. The guitar player stands in the corner of the stage, uncertain how to react to it all, until Molly wraps her in a giant hug. She hugs him back. “Yeah,” Jester declares from the audience, “I think she’s cool.”

Fjord leaves the auditorium with the rest of the crowd when the show ends, but Jester stays seated with Beau. “You know,” Beau says, “you don’t get to make fun of me for this. It’s been two weeks of school, and you’re already head over heels for Fjord.”

“Am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“Not my fault he’s dashingly handsome!” Jester giggles.

“You’re beyond saving.” Beau chuckles along, then stands up from her seat. “C’mon, the bands are probably outside by now.”

The auditorium hallway is mostly empty, but a couple of students are still hanging around. Beau spots a few of the performers from other bands, one or two of her classmates, and– yes!– the goth girl from the Moondrops, walking with Molly. They meet each other’s eyes as they pass. Beau gives her a stiff upward nod that she prays looks cool. “Hey. You guys were great.”

“Hello.” The girl looks at the floor. “Thank you. It was fun.”

There’s a beat of silence between them. Beau clears her throat. “Beauregard Lionett. And you are…”

Jester shoots Molly a glance, and his eyes light up with an expression of familiar mischief. “Mollymauk Tealeaf of the Moondrop Players.” He throws an arm around the girl’s neck. “This is Yasha. She’s the charm.”

Gods, even her name sounds cool. “Hey, Yasha.”

“Hello, Beauregard.”

“You two are freshmen, right?” Molly grins. “So’re we. I guess we’ll be seeing you guys around! Right, Yasha?”

“Yeah.” Yasha smiles. It only looks half-forced – that’s progress, right? “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Beau nods at her again.

There’s another moment of silence. Yasha checks her phone. “We should probably get to rehearsal, right?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Molly bids Beau and Jester farewell with an exaggerated bow. “Moondrop Players Junior Theater. Tickets go on sale next week. Have a lovely day!”

Beau gives Jester the same look she did at the start of the Moondrops’ performance. “See? Theater kids.”

Jester squeals. “Look, did you see how she was looking at you? This could totally happen. We have to be friends with them now.”

Beau rolls her eyes, then sighs and smiles at Jester. “Alright, romance-novel expert. Maybe I’ve got a shot with her.”

----

“You know what I’m going to say,” Molly says to Yasha as they walk back into the auditorium together.

“And you know what I’m going to say,” Yasha responds. “I am not good with people.”

“She’s totally into you, though.”

“We are two weeks into freshman year. This never ends well.”

“Sure, maybe. But I know that look.”

Yasha sighs. “Fine. Okay. Maybe she’s a little bit cute.”

That’s all the confirmation Molly needs. “And so the destiny of our freshman year is forged.”

“What?”

Molly doesn’t answer. Instead, he calls to the three fifth graders already waiting in the audience. “Alright, you guys want to watch the video of us winning first place in the Battle of the Bands?”

Yasha can’t help but laugh under her breath. It almost feels like too much to hope for at this point, but gods, maybe…

Maybe it’s going to be different this time.

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defences-down · 4 months ago

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Ziall 4 😊

"What took you so long?" Niall pouts his foot wrapped up in a purple cast. There is a series of irritating beeping from somewhere in the other room.

"They wouldn't let me back unless I could prove how we were related. Can't exactly say we're cousins now, can I?"

"Why didn't you just lie and say you're my fiancé?"

"Because the first time I call you that I don't want it to be a lie."

"Then why don't we make it official," Niall says, swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed. Struggling to kneel and failing.

"No."

"No?"

"No, I'm not letting this be the story of how we get engaged."

"I don't get a say in this?"

"Nope," Zayn replies, pressing a kiss to his cheeks.

"But baby..."

"No buts, pick a different place."

"Fine," Niall says, crossing his arms.

They stay put quietly when a nurse comes in.

"Alright, Mr Horan, you're free to go. we'll see you back in two weeks. Do you need us to wheel you to your car, or can your fiancé handle it?”

"He's not." "I'm not." They say in tandem, and the nurse just winks.

"He can handle it," Niall says quietly and the nurse locks the chair at his bedside.

"Best of luck."

Once Niall is in the chair a little worse for the wear, Zayn pushes him from the hospital.

Later once he's back home and layed up on the couch Zayn comes in with two cups of tea.

"Where does it hurt right now? Dr. Malik is here to help."

Niall is a little out of it from the pain meds so giggling he responds "Doctor? I thought you were a dj?"

Zayn rolls his eyes dramatically and fondly in equal measure.

"Can't help if I don't know what hurts Mr. Horan."

"My hip," Niall admits quietly.

"I can fix that," he replies, pressing a kiss to his bruised hip.

"Where else?"

"My knees."

Zayn covers both of them in teeny tiny little pecks that cause Niall to squirm and giggle.

"Where else?"

"My shoulder?"

He lists off other places around his body until Zayn is on his knees, gazing up at Niall through his thick eyelashes.

"Anywhere else?"

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bon2bonn · 2 years ago

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for your playlist prompts: 15 and lando norris

Let's Hurt Tonight . L.N #4

"Lando Norris X female!reader"

love with him was like finding a missing peice you've never thought you lacked to begin with, but nowadays this love is falling apart , and it brought up a fateful question "is your love worth the fight?"

Warning : angst , drifting apart , insecurities , grammar . I'm bad with summaries , English is not my first language .

Taking a deep breath , exhaling and repeat . the action took several times to finally take effect , all in attempt to steel his nerves before braving himself to push the door instead of staring at it as if it'll open on it's own .

Another exhausting week , and unfortunately another disappointment added to the piled up pressure . Doning his best is not cutting it anymore, so what else to be done beside doing better? but how much more can he take before reaching his limits? is it all worth it's while? Is he doing everything he can or is he slacking? If he did improve someone else is bound to do better right ? exceeding him in no time , so what's the point ? Why is he still trying? .

Each thought sparks a new fear , and every possibility added a new block in the rapidly growing wall of insecurities . But for now at least all of that should be casted aside when at home . Home , their home .

Despite the long days, each draining hour far away from home . A home that their love built , for they were each other's home . Tucked away in a safe heaven , far from all the chaos outside . But lately it turns into anything but that . Gone were the days where they found themselves tucked in spending time chatting and losing time in eachother , their nights spent in hushed whispers about anything and everything , instead dragged on with building frustration . Both hanging by a loose thread , binding themselves to not let go yet . To wait , just a little more time . And so they waited , until it turns to almost a chore to be done and over with to repeat all over again and again .

It took three months , three long tedious months for them to finally see the cracks in their home , how the walls that once shield turned into a stifling barrier ,a confinement serving as a constant reminder of what their love turned into .

But that's the point coming back . To face the truth , to brave their aching hearts to feel something . To stir anything , anything at all , it's either that or the silence would lead to the end .

Glancing around the darkened living room brought his mind back to the moment , realising that The House is dead silent , the T.V light Flickered with some documentary, something about migrating birds from what he gathered from the fleeting scenes on the screen . And as he moved further , the outline of the huddled figure in the corner of the couch became more distinct .

Even with her eyes are trained on the screen, they were glossing in the flickering light , her fidgeting fingers let him know that her mind is elsewhere , unaware of his presence beside her . He noted how tired she looked , the dark circles underneath her eyes he saw from days ago were getting worse , hunched shoulders and curled up knees .

He sighed, knowing how stubborn she is , and although he told her not to wait up for him , to at least give it till morning , insisting that it's late and they've already had a long day , and how her week was equally as draining as his . But part of him wanted to see her , to seek her presence to subdue his raging thoughts .

Knowing how deep she can get lost in her own mind he crouched down , right in front of her . And reached out to trace her fidgeting fingers to ground her back to reality . The familiar gesture snapped her back as she plinked slowly, turning her head to finally meet his yearning gaze . Giving her a gentle smile trying to offer at least a bit of comfort that they both needed " hi" . that got her to loosen up her hunched shoulders and halt her fingers and turn them subconsciously to hold onto his as a greeting . Turning fully to sit upwards leaving space for him to sit beside her , all while contemplating whether or not to ask she finally mumbled out for him "can I hug you?" .

Without hesitation he released their hands to hold her close , while her hands grabbed onto him . Both holding on tight as to comfort eachother. But that'll won't last as much as they both wanted it to . They pulled away both reaching out their hands again to ground themselves , but he avoided meeting her gaze . She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze " lando , we can't run away from this forever , we have to do something " , he squeezed back holding onto her with both hands "then tell me what to do , tell me something that I can do to make it work " , "but I don't know! , I feel like I'm losing you , like I'm losing myself , and I don't know what to do anymore , we keep on pushing ourselves, we keep busy to avoid facing what we're losing and without realising we lost ourselves , we are only hurting ourselves if we .... " .he shook his head refusing to believe " then let it hurt ! , let it rip my heart out if it means that you still love me , You're not losing me , I'm still here " , " you're here , right beside me, but for how long ? How long before you need to be up and leave again ? " , " No , I'm not going anywhere, I'm not leaving until I know that we're both feel more , we are not falling apart unless we let ourselves drift , not unless we let go " .

The silence that follows brought forth a dreadful possiblity , they both kept avoiding it in hope they won't reach this point . But here they are , and it loomed over their heads , " do you want to let go ?! " Avoiding his intense gaze , " what if it's the best we can do is to let it be ? " ."but best for who ?! Tell me how so !? Come on ! Look me in the eyes and tell me ! Tell me that it's what you want , tell me that you're over with us !" . His burst left her disarmed "but I can't , you know that I can't! " .

Leaning over while reaching out a hand to cradle her face , guiding her to meet his gaze making sure that she's fully focused on him " then I'll be damned if I let you go without a fight ".

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i-am-bella-donna · 5 months ago

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Ephemeral

Acegust 2024 Week 4: Homesickness

AO3

Story Summary:

Some conversations could only be had under the cover of darkness, and this one was no exception. “Everything feels so…temporary. Like our life is going to fall apart at any second.”

Pairings: Platonic Vaggie x Angel Dust

Word Count: 1,436

CONTENT WARNINGS: ANXIETY ATTACKS

A/N: Story Theme Song: Home by X Ambassadors

I did it! After years of trying, I finally completed a writing challenge!

The origin of this story is actually a little funny, because I started writing it as a vent fic before I even knew the prompt. In short—this has been one of the weirdest weeks of my life. Homesickness is…not fun.

I hope you like it. Come and get the angst!

~~~

It was far past midnight, and the Hotel lobby was almost empty.

Almost.

The credits rolling on the television cast a sickly blue glow over the couch, and the generic outro music was haunting in the otherwise silent room. Charlie had long since gone to bed, with Husk following a couple of hours later, leaving Vaggie and Angel to yet another movie that neither truly cared about.

Of course, the movie was over. It was time for both of them to retreat to their respective rooms.

Neither moved from the couch.

The music trailed off. The screen faded to black.

Finally, Angel pushed himself up straight and stretched all four arms behind him, his joints popping loudly. “So,” he said conversationally, his voice quiet but still deafening against the heavy silence. “Any particular reason you’re avoiding your bedroom?”

Vaggie stiffened, and that reaction alone dashed any hope of denying his question.

Angel raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Her voice was hollow to her own ears as she asked, “What makes you say that?”

“Babe, has anyone ever told you that you’re really bad at dodging questions?”

“Kind of.” Charlie always said she was a bad liar.

Angel just laughed. He propped his elbows on his knees and ignored the flat glare aimed toward him. “I mean, we both know why I’m avoiding sleep—”

“And I think we should talk about that instead—”

“—but why are you out here? Don’t you like cuddling your girlfriend?”

Vaggie flushed, but not at the question. She looked down at her socked feet, drumming her fingers against the couch. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Her reply was clearly a deflection—and a poor one, at that—but for better or worse, Angel played along.

“Oh, really?” he teased, tilting his head. His grin was shit-eating. “Staying up until the asscrack of dawn is just an angel thing, then?”

“Yes.”

He snorted. “Sure, and I modeled for the Mona Lisa.”

Vaggie glanced up and stared absently at the dark screen, her eyes unfocused.

“Actually, there was this one film that Val had me do—”

“Please shut up.”

Angel grinned more widely. “Okay,” he began. “I’ll spare you the details of work tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“But! In return, I want you to tell me why you don’t wanna head upstairs.”

Vaggie blinked as the question registered. Slowly, she twisted her head toward him, meeting his expectant stare with a blank one of her own.

It was late.

She was tired, the long nights beginning to take their toll.

“Does it matter?” Vaggie heard herself say.

The silence was practically screaming.

Angel pulled back slightly, his smile dimming. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “But…look, take it from me—it helps to talk about your shit.”

Vaggie chuckled mirthlessly. “In that case, maybe you should talk about your nightmares instead.”

“I already do! Husk is a wonderful listener.” The smile was back in place, bright as ever. His eyes were glued to her own. “Who do you talk to?”

Vaggie tore her gaze away.

She really was tired.

Tired of sleep deprivation. Tired of spending her nights in the Hotel lobby.

Tired of ignoring the problems at the back of her mind.

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it once more and let the words slip out.

“I miss home.”

Even in the quiet, she was barely audible. Vaggie moved her hand off the upholstery, tracing random shapes on her leg as she forced words past the sudden lump in her throat. “I—I know that I shouldn’t, but I miss the Exorcist barracks.”

There it was.

The truth that had been weighing on her since rebuilding the Hotel. The reason she spent her nights in the lobby, finding any semblance of an excuse to avoid going to bed. She had even spent one night doing paperwork with Alastor of all people, pretending not to notice the suspicious glances he kept sending her way.

More than the others, though, Angel regularly stayed up with her. Both of them knew why he avoided sleep, and both of them stood by an unspoken rule to ignore it. To ignore both of their problems.

Until now.

Her vision blurred slightly.

“Lute and I shared a room,” she continued without thinking. Angel’s gaze burned against her, but she could not bring herself to look at him. “It was the first time I had to share a room with someone, but I didn’t mind. It was still mine, at least partially. It was safe.” She swallowed hard, throat tight. “It was the first place that ever felt like home.”

Chills shot down her spine, goosebumps pricking her skin. Vaggie rubbed her arms and discreetly sniffed. Now that she had stepped into her memories, she was almost too lost in her thoughts to notice Angel sitting up and watching her carefully. “Lute was a decent roommate, too. She respected my privacy. Never said anything about how I kept my spear with me when I slept, or about how I never slept under the covers. She let me do what I needed to, and slowly, the room started to feel safe.”

Her voice cracked, and she internally prayed that Angel had not noticed.

The ache in her chest grew heavier. The words were falling from her lips faster than she could stop them.

“I hadn’t even known it was possible to feel so comfortable. I started keeping my spear in the closet at night. I started sleeping with blankets. I—I picked my own bedsheets. For the first time ever, I was allowed to choose.” She sucked in air, panting as though she had sprinted up the stairs. “They were gray. With little blue roses. My covers were also blue. They were my choice, too.”

“Vaggie…”

“It was just one room, but it was mine. It was a home.” She trembled, clenching her jaw to stop her teeth from chattering. Blinked rapidly as her eye grew dangerously wet. “It was the first time I was free. The first time I felt…safe.” Her breath hitched on a choked sob.

A warm hand settled on her upper arm. A beat later, it snaked around her shoulders.

Her words hovered uncomfortably in the air.

“Do you…not feel safe anymore?” Angel asked tentatively. She did not need to look at him to see the concern painted starkly on his face.

She was tired.

She wanted to go home.

Vaggie did not want to say it aloud, lest it somehow get back to Charlie, but….

“I did,” she admitted. “A little. I—but I was so scared Charlie would find out I was an angel, and then everything happened with Heaven, and Lute came down and tried to kill us, and then Adam died, and the Hotel was destroyed, and—and—”

She rubbed her face, trying and failing to discreetly wipe her eye. If Angel noticed, he was kind enough to not comment, instead pulling her trembling body closer against his side.

Her voice was a choked whisper. “Everything feels so…temporary. Like our life is going to fall apart at any second.” Again.

“But the Exterminations are over,” Angel tried. His hand rubbed up and down her arm. “Charlie’s plan got approved. I mean, it’s definitely hard to get used to, but…it’s actually safe here. For once.”

“And—and I know that.” Despite the clenching of her jaw, her teeth were chattering. Her muscles felt tight and like jelly at the same time. “But I—I still can’t relax. And I—and I love Charlie, but I can’t go into our bedroom. I can’t sleep in there. It just…doesn’t feel safe anymore.” Her voice was a strangled whisper. “Nothing feels safe anymore.”

Her eye stung. Her face burned.

Against her will, a couple of tears slipped down her cheek.

Vaggie sniffled and wiped them away, ducking her head. Wordlessly, Angel tightened his grip, adjusting his hold to pull her into a proper hug.

“I just…want to go home.”

It was so late.

The exhaustion of several late nights weighed down on her. She was nearly limp in Angel’s grip. Tears silently trailed down her cheek.

Her eye was slipping shut. Numbly, she wrapped her arms around herself. She was shaking.

Distantly, Vaggie felt herself being lifted into the air. Carried up the stairs before a door creaked open and someone set her onto a bed. Warm blankets were pulled over her. She was shaking a little bit less.

“Goodnight, Vags. We…can talk about this in the morning.”

The door clicked shut as her fingers laced with a familiar hand. She exhaled.

This was not home. But she really wished it was.

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A/N: Acegust complete! Somehow!

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artiststarme · 2 years ago

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The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday

Thank you for the prompt @nburkhardt ! I hope it meets your expectations!

Now with a Part 2!

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Steve was used to being forgotten. His parents regularly left for months at a time without regarding him at all, his old friends at school had only ever seemed to remember him when they wanted to use his house to throw a party, and his own girlfriend conveniently forgot about him when she chose to sleep with the guy that gave him his first concussion. He was well past being surprised when people neglected to think about him.

So he really shouldn’t have been surprised when everyone forgot his birthday.

He woke up the morning of his twentieth birthday to an empty house and an even emptier heart. Just like every other day, his parents were off on a business trip ignoring his existence. They hadn’t even left him a message congratulating him on making it to twenty, a feat Steve never thought he would accomplish. The mailbox was just as empty as it always was and it was like Steve didn’t exist to his parents at all. He didn’t know why he expected anything different. He’d been ignored, cast aside by them, his entire life and he still had the gall to expect things to change.

Steve had a shift at Family Video at 4 until close so he had to change out of his pajamas eventually. But right up until the moment he had to leave, he sulked from the comfortable nest of blankets on his couch. He grieved the loss of love from his parents that, looking back, may have never existed in the first place.

He also waited for his friends to call. Eddie, Robin, Nancy, or Jonathan had to know it was his birthday today. He’d told them enough times and Robin had called him a “troublesome Taurus” at least once. The older teens may not have enough excitement over just another birthday to come over to his house but surely they would call. But as time marched on, his phone sat silent despite his staring at it.

Well, he was seeing Robin at work so she was probably just waiting to tell him in person. And maybe the others were throwing a surprise party for him. The Party threw a birthday party for each one of the members on their special day so maybe it was Steve’s turn this year to be introduced to the tradition. After the horrific Spring Break from hell, he thinks he deserved it.

While the Party was fine now, this encounter with the Upside Down had been their worst yet. Max was in a coma for two weeks before she woke up but the repercussions of Vecna’s mind-melt were permanent. She was now blind and she still hadn’t managed to leave her wheelchair over a month later.

Eddie was ambushed by demobats and ripped apart even though his job was supposed to be the decoy that was out of danger. Steve had to give him CPR to restart his heart through the shock then had to sprint with him out of the Upside Down and into the nearest car in the Rightside Up, a car that he had to hotwire with Eddie’s minimal guidance. Then they had to clear his name with the police and townspeople that wanted nothing more than the outcast to go down for a crime he didn’t commit.

And Steve. While his injuries were less severe than the others, his skin would always show the scars from the demobats. His neck was still blemished and his abdomen was sunken where the bats tried to use him as a meal. Mentally, his self-confidence was gone and he had nightmares every night about the feel of the teeth tearing through his flesh. He almost didn’t make it out of there this time which made this birthday all the more special.

When he walked into the video store for his shift, all of the kids and Eddie were there. Steve had the brief thought that they were probably putting their final touches on the surprise party but that passed quickly once they turned to look at him.

“Oh look, your esteemed babysitter is here which means he can deal with you. Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to go hang out with other grownups instead of sticking around with you children. Bye now!” Robin told them dramatically, waggling her fingers in their faces. She turned to Steve, “hey Dingus, your children have been trying to rent a rated R film for the past twenty minutes. You deal with that while I go on my date with Vickie. Toodles!”

Steve didn’t even have time to say anything in response before she made her way to the back to clock out and left his sight. He was still watching where she used to be when he heard a throat clear. It was fucking Dustin, of course it was. The little bastard had a smug smirk on his face and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Gross dude, no. I keep telling you that it's not like that with Robin and I. Get your head out of the gutter,” Steve told him, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“We can see how you look at her! It’s not rocket science, Steve. Just ask out the pretty girl already and stop being a lonely loser,” Dustin told him in a sarcastic tone. The other kids nodded while Eddie left to awkwardly look through the horror aisle full of movies he’d already seen. That fucker knew Robin was a lesbian and was just leaving him to suffer through this alone, on his birthday no less.

“Look, I’m not talking about this today and I’m not renting you a tape that’s rated R. Is that all you’re here for?” Maybe this was a ruse and they were going to shower him with birthday wishes.

“Oh come on! Eddie can rent it for us under his name!” Dustin whined.

“I said no.”

"But-" Dustin started.

“Whatever, let’s go guys. Steve’s just being an asshole today,” Lucas said from his spot near the door.

Will tucked his head down instead of acknowledging the asshole comment but still agreed, “we can go to the arcade!”

“Steve’s an asshole everyday. Today he’s just being unhelpful. If we wanted someone useless, we should’ve asked my dad,” Mike sneered at him.

Being compared to Ted Wheeler was too much for Steve and the brats were starting to give him a headache. “Whatever dipshits, get out of my store. Go bother someone that cares. Bye!”

With some angry mumbles and grumbles, they shuffled out and made their way to the arcade (or so Steve assumes). Eddie poked his head out from the horror aisle then and upon seeing the coast was clear, hopped up to situate himself on the counter. “You having a bad day then?”

Steve sighed, “yeah you could say that. They were starting to give me a headache.”

Eddie hummed and poked Steve’s leg with his toe. “What’s up with you today? You seem… mad. Did something happen?”

Steve wasn’t mad, he was disappointed. He was disappointed that he didn’t mean as much to anyone else as they meant to him. The Party was his family but he was just an inconvenience to them. That was a common theme in life and many people have told him that through the years. His parents, Tommy and Carol, Nancy, some of the girls he’d taken on dates. Every single one of them considered him to be an inconvenience at best, a disappointment at worst.

He really thought that he’d collected a good group of friends over the past few years that would treat him better, that didn’t just want to use him but loved him as he did them. Apparently not.

He said as much to Eddie. “Do you ever feel like you mean something to someone and then it turns out that you don’t matter as much as you think you do?”

Eddie’s face twisted and he pulled a chunk of hair to cover his mouth. But he still nodded slightly before clearing his throat and answering his question. “Um yeah, I feel that way around you guys all the time.”

Steve shot him an alarmed look but he continued. “It’s not meant to be a dig at you or anything! You guys have all been friends for so much longer that it just, it still feels like I’m an outsider still. You know?”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I feel like that too, man.” Eddie went to cut him off but he continued speaking. “No, seriously! It just feels like no one gives a shit about me even after all these years. Like, I woke up today thinking everyone was going to be calling me and coming over, just making a big deal all around, but no one did. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s ever done anything big for my birthday before but I just. I expected people to care this year.”

Eddie’s face slowly paled the more Steve spoke until his skin was practically translucent. “It’s your birthday today?”

“Yeah,” Steve chuckled sardonically. “I finally made it to the big 2-0. I kinda expected to have a party today since everyone else in the Party got one for their birthday but it’s fine. Even now I’m still just the babysitter, I guess.”

Tears started to well in Eddie’s eyes and he lunged behind the counter to give Steve a hug. “Stevie, big boy, I’m so sorry! You deserve so much more than just a party today, baby. And you’re so much more than just the babysitter. You’re family to all of us, man.”

Steve shrugged again, “maybe that’s the problem. My family has never liked me either so that’s probably the case here too. It’s fine, I got my hopes up and I shouldn’t have. No one’s ever cared before so why would they start now?”

Eddie went to speak but a customer came in. Steve took their presence as a sign and pushed Eddie gently away from behind the counter. “I have to go help them, Eddie. See yourself out, okay? I’ll see you later.”

And then he was off to do his job and ignore the fact that Eddie was still watching him with tears in his eyes. He had other things to deal with today than Eddie’s hurt feelings. Like helping customers and trying to stomp down the soul-crushing disappointment in his chest. After all, what else could he have expected for his birthday?

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#should I do a part 2 to fix this or just leave it as angst?#i love the implication that they forget Steve’s birthday every year #Steve just thinks that they don’t care about him as much as anyone else (or maybe at all)#His birthday has just never come up in conversation and no one realized #stranger things #steddie #steddie ish #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson

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thisismeracing · 2 years ago

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aaaaah okay #4 from the prompt list with mick? bff to lovers maybe? 🥺 this is so fun, a great idea!

Hi, nonny! haha thank youuuu and sorry for the delay! Hope you like it 💗

From the Quick Prompt List: 4. “I think I'm in love”

word count: 0.7k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x mick schumacher

warnings: fluff, not proofread, best friends to lovers.

Yn was talking with her friend when her phone buzzed in her hands, a message from Mick. She couldn't help but smile starting to type an answer to his airport update, she was going to pick him up later so they could spend some time together before race week started again.

"Is it your Schumacher boy?" her friend asked and Yn huffed, rolling her eyes.

"How do you know?"

"Because you automatically smiled, and you have a very specific smile for him as well," she explained.

Yn thought for a second, eyes darting to play with the chain Mick gifted her a month before just because he "saw it while in Monaco and thought of you", it shouldn't be unusual to have a smile that you only give to your best friend, right? After all, it is her best friend.

"You two are so clueless it's painful to watch," her friend starts again. "I'm gonna ask you a couple of questions and I want you to answer the first thing that comes to your mind ok? No filter, just be honest."

Yn nods, confused, but still, locks her screen and directs her attention back to her friend and only her.

"Who's the first person to text you or the first person you text in the morning?"

She didn't hesitate to answer, "Mick."

"Who always checks on you?"

"Mick."

"Who came from one side of the city to the other just because you texted saying you wanted to go home, but there were no Ubers available?"

Yn bites her lower lip remembering how he flew to her on his bike and got her home in no time. That night he stayed at her house and they watched random Disney movies together before falling asleep on her couch. She takes a deep breath and answers, "Mick."

"Who took you to the hospital when you fell down and sprained your ankle?"

"You know who..." Yn casts her eyes to the huge window facing the city outside.

"Who spent the night holding your hair while you threw up after drinking without eating?"

Yn rolled her eyes, feeling her heart ache a bit. It was always him.

"Fuck, he's my best friend! What about our friendship?" Yn asks starting to feel a bit anxious. There were too many questions, too many 'what ifs'.

"You usually date your friends, you know? It's not like you're gonna choose your enemy to be vulnerable around," her friend jokes.

"What if h-"

Her friend interrupts, "he likes you, Yn. He's obsessed with you, has always been."

Yn's phone buzz again and she gets up gathering her car key and cardigan.

"I- I gotta go. He'll be at the airport any minute now," Yn explains before dropping a kiss on her friend's cheek. "Thank you for putting some sense into me, I guess. If it doesn't work, it's all your fault," she jokes.

Rushing to the airport, Yn gets there in no time. She runs to the gate and when Mick crosses the big entry she crushes their bodies together in a tight hug.

"Woah, someone missed me, huh?" Mick jokes bringing her body closer and dropping a kiss on the side of her head.

Yn withdraws a bit just to look into his eyes, he has one of his big smiles. The one he only gives to her. And although he looks exhausted, he was so handsome, his small dimples greeting her, his messy hair just waiting for her friends to card through it.

"Mick, I think I'm in love," Yn is too nervous to wait, too anxious for his answer, too excited with the possibility of a future with him, of sharing even more with him.

She feels his body tense, he's probably bracing for the worst, but when she whispers "with you" there's a new glow on his face. His lips show her that same smile again, but this time it's like there's something more like it finally reached all the happiness it could contain.

"I think I'm in love with you," she repeats and his hands find her cheeks bringing her face closer.

"That's about the best thing you could tell me because I sure am in love with you too."

Wrote this while listening to too many songs, sorry no random infos this time lol I hope you guys like it. Share with the besties, reblog, like, comment, etc etc etc ya girl functions with feedback, crumbs feed me, don't ever doubt it, now give me some, bye *mwah*

#f1 imagines #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #blurbs #prompt party #mick schumacher #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher imagines #millie writes #requests #ms47

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beansmack2021 · 2 years ago

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Cullen Family w/ Prompt 2

Summary: Reader is the youngest adopted daughter of Carlisle and Esme Cullen, but she's human. The Cullens have done their best to protect her, so when they receive a phone call from her on Carlisle's day off, they react... intensely.

"I'm at the hospital"

Edward Cullen couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his surrogate father take a day to himself that didn't revolve around going for a hunt. There he was, though, on the couch with the remote in his hand, turning on a movie as if he hasn't seen it a million times. He was probably there for the premiere. Still, he rests his ankle on the opposite knee and seems to sink into the cushion behind him.

"Y/N has cheerleading practice today, right?" Esne asks Edward, relaxing into Carlisle's side. Edward nods. "She's there until 4:30. Do you want me to pick her up after?"

"If you don't mind, just make sure you're not reckless with her in the car please." The Cullen clan had always been cautious with their favorite fragile human, but none more than Esme. She'd finally gotten a child that she could raise at least a little, to take care of when she got sick, and to coddle and love the way she'd always wanted. She would remind each of her other adopted children to be careful with her youngest, even after years of Y/N living with them.

"Of course, and thanks Alice, no I wasn't expecting a call." The phone was in Edward's hand before it rang, thanks to his sister's clairvoyance and his own telepathic abilities. He smiled softly as he read the caller ID and answered after the first buzz.

"Hey Y/N/N? What's up, is practice done early?" Edward heard a muffled sob on the other end of the phone and immediately he stood up. "Y/N?"

"Eddie, I'm at the hospital." He bristled and turned to Carlisle and Esme, who, thanks to their enhanced hearing, were already ready and heading out the door. "Alright honey, we're on the way, okay?"

Edward didn't have time to think about which of his siblings just flew past him and out to the car. He was right behind them, still on the phone with his baby sister. "Y/N, can you tell me what happened?"

He hears another soft sob across the line and his unbeating heart shatters. "It's my arm, my season is over." He has an idea of what's happened now.

"Of course, the one time I'm not at the hospital... she's alone right now". Edward can tell Carlisle is frustrated with himself, but even Alice didn't seem to know what had happened until Edward had gotten Y/N's call. Esme rests her hand on her husband's knee. He only picks up speed until they're right outside the hospital.

"Where's my daughter?" Carlisle storms into the lobby and to the counter, where the receptionist seems a bit shocked to see him. "Dr. Cullen, I thought it was your day off." Carlisle, usually cool and collected, couldn't be patient with the woman. "Where is my daughter?"

"Dr. Cullen, right this way." A tall brunette waved the family over. "I see the whole gang is here. Y/N fell on her arm while a stunt went wrong and her bases couldn't catch her. She'll be out for several weeks, possibly months, unfortunately. She doesn't seem to mind the broken bone, just that she won't be able to finish out the season with her team."

He stopped them outside of a room and pushed open the door for them, allowing Carlisle to enter first. He immediately dropped to his knees beside his girl. "Hey sweetheart, I heard you took a fall at practice. Are you okay? Do you need any more pain medicine? Did you hit your head?"

The girl looked at her father, tears pooled in her eyes, then glanced at Edward. He moved closer, grabbing the hand that wasn't casted. "I know it sucks, not being able to finish this season, but you need to heal and you won't be able to if you go right back to tumbling."

"I know, but it just... I'm the flyer. How are we supposed to do any stunts now? Nobody knows any of the flyer's routine but me. I feel like I'm letting everyone down."

"You're not letting anyone down" Esme interjected immediately. "Nobody can blame you for your injury, no one can hold you accountable."

"If they do, just tell them your brothers wouldn't mind having a chat."

"Emmett, no need to make threats. Y/N/N, would you feel better if we got some ice cream?" Carlisle always seemed to know what to say to cheer her up. She nodded and Carlisle stood, ready to go back to the receptionist desk, apologize for how he'd spoken to her in his panic, and fill out Y/N's discharge papers. Nobody could really blame him for how he'd acted, though. She was his little girl, after all.

#carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #sister reader #x yn

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hinnyweasley · 2 years ago

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@hinnymicrofic 4/10: scream

I just realized that I think the fic I wrote today actually fits todays prompt! content warning: mildly steamy due to teenage boy thoughts

"Breakfast is ready, dears. Ron, will you please go wake your sister?" Molly asked as she sat down a plate of bacon on the kitchen table before making her way to the garden.

"I'm not goin' up there! Last time she threw a book at me! Couldn't walk normally for a week," He protested through a mouthful of bacon.

"I got it!" Fred and George called in unison from the couch, rising with mischievous grins. "Oh gin-gin!" George sang as they climbed up the stairs. Suddenly an alarming sequence of bangs, screams, and crashes erupted from the floor above, followed by a pair of footsteps pounding the floor as the twins came running back down to the table. They each hopped into an empty seat on either side of Harry, stealing his and Ron's plates as they casually acted as though they had been there eating the whole time. A moment later a very angry, and wet, Ginny appeared in the doorway. Harry threw a hand over his mouth in an attempt to suppress his laughter as Ginny stood there, water dripping off of her pajamas and onto the hardwood floor.

The twins sighed, shaking their heads, as they walked across the room to where Ginny was standing. "Now Ginny, we've talked about this before. You're supposed to put your clothes on after you shower," said Fred quipped.

"You absolute gits!" She barked as she lunged towards them.

"Kids are so ungrateful these days, don't you think Fred? Here we are, trying to impart our wisdom onto our dear sister and she attacks us!"

"Right you are, George, it seems our little Ginnykins has forgotten her manners,"

"I'm going to kill you!" She shrieked. The noise must've caught Molly's attention because she now came rushing in to separate the three. "Now what on earth is going on in here?" She demanded, quickly turning to and casting a spell to dry her off.

"The bloody prats conjured a rain cloud above my bed!" Ginny cried.

"Brilliant," Ron breathed.

The twins gasped in mock offense at the accusation, but before they could say anything Molly began, "You two are to apologize to your sister this instant. And you'll spend the rest of the morning degnoming the garden!"

"We're so very sorry Ginny," Fred teased.

"Yes, our sincerest apologies. We do hope you can find it in your cold, dead, heart to forgive us," George continued, earning a growl from Ginny, before they departed.

Ginny grumpily made her way to the table and dropped into the seat next to Harry, lightly brushing his arm in the process. The innocent contact sent a jolt of electricity through his body as he prayed the blush spreading across his cheeks wouldn't be noticed by her, or worse, Ron. When he could finally feel his heart beat returning to only slightly fast than usual, he turned to face her. "I don't reckon you're letting them off the hook that easily, are you?" He mused.

A playful grin appeared on her face. "Hell no. Just gotta wait till mums distracted before I can strike back," She said as she filled her plate with bacon. "Plus it's more fun to wait. Let them be scared a couple days, then attack when they least expect it," She winked at him. He could feel the heat returning to his face, among other places, as his mind raced with different ways he could help her plan it, and how she would thank him afterwards.

"Well whatever psycho plan you come up with this time, just please try to keep me out of it. I want to give them any reason to come after me next," Ron ordered, and suddenly Harry was brought back to reality and found he had never been more uncomfortable sitting at this table.

#hinny #hinny fic #hinny microfic #fred and goerge weasley

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deiliamedlini · 3 years ago

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Happy 300 followers!! 🥳 first of all, I would like you to know that every single time I have sent you an ask, you have been so sweet!! You give off such good vibes! 💚 and your writing??? Omg?? It is SO GOOD like *chef's kiss* lol you're one of my favorite zelink writers, a treasure to this fandom, and you deserve many more followers!! Now, if I may 😂 I have this idea living in my mind rent free for ages: how about some zelink, modern AU, famous actor or singer!Link heavily flirting with hyrule's princess on live television. I hope it is not too specific? 😅

DO YOU KNOW WHO'S THE WORST? ME! I had this half done forever and then that's when I conveniently hit my writer's block! BUT I FINISHED IT! It's not quite what I had initially envisioned, but I wanted to make sure I got this done while my brain was working !! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AND i"M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

Also on AO3 if that's easier to read! (Some suggestive themes ahead but nothing crazy)

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There was a moment when the jacuzzi jet stream hit Link’s sore muscles just the right way that he let out a sigh and sank deeper into the warm bathtub. Suds covered his mouth, and he blew them away with a small huff and ran his hands through his scraggly hair.

It was his first night actually at the hotel in… gods, it had to be a week. Night shoots and hours of being on set had left him exhausted, sleeping in his trailer, staying at friend’s rooms who were closer to the studio where they filmed The Twilight Realm, a popular television show that he was the male lead in.

If it weren’t a safety hazard, he’d have fallen asleep right in this bathtub.

Still, he couldn’t escape. His mind wasn’t blissfully empty; it was filled with pages after pages of memorized lines from his script. His ears still rang with the explosions from their pyro work on an exploding bridge today. His eyes burned from exhaustion and smoke and lights.

And still, tomorrow, he had a charity gala to attend.

A long yawn escaped him, and he grabbed the bath pillow and a glass of wine from the closed toilet seat and leaned back, trying to de-stress.

But it was a little difficult when that charity gala would be attended by none other than the Princess Zelda of Hyrule herself.

With a rueful look at his wine, he set the glass by the sink, tossed the pillow out of reach, and forced himself up, watching the water spiral down the drain almost hypnotically.

Only when it was all gone did he towel off, and throw himself onto the bed, passing out before he could even pull the comforter up.

The next thing he heard was a voice.

“Link, let’s go you’re going to be— OH! Link! What?”

His eyes creeped open at the familiar shriek of his best friend and cast mate, Midna. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and pulled a pillow from under his head, letting him fall with a thud, before firmly setting the pillow on his lower waist. “I didn’t need to see this.”

“What? What’s even happening?”

“Do you know how late you are?” Midna chided, grabbing one of his suits off the hanger. “Get dressed.”

Finally, his eyes blinked open and he saw Midna leaving the room in a shimmering black gown.

A black gown.

The gala.

“Shit!” Link hissed, tossing the pillow off of him. There was a draft, and he chuckled seeing that in his exhaustion, he’d forgotten to put anything on. “Sorry, Mid!”

“Yeah, not like I haven’t seen your dumb ass before on set!”

Link slid a pair of sweatpants on so he could cross the room to return to the bathroom. Midna was pounding on his couch on her phone.

“Well,” Link scoffed. “It’s less embarrassing when I’m wearing a modesty sock, so I’m still sorry.”

“Accepted,” she sighed wearily.

Midna and Link had gone on one date before realizing their chemistry was solely on set and as friends, and since the popularity of the The Twilight Realm blew up to extreme proportions in season 2, he was so grateful to have Midna with him every step of the way. Even now, while filming season 4, the level of fame he had was still so wild to him. Grocery shopping in peace was a thing of the past and it was all online orders and deliveries if he wanted to have a day without feeling the flash of a camera in his eyes.

Link cleaned his face in the sink a bit haphazardly, leaving red marks everywhere before sighing at his reflection. Baggy circles under his eyes, tousled hair. He looked a wreck. But still, he brushed his teeth and returned to his room, dutifully donning the pressed suit and expertly knotting his tie before combing his hair out. In the limo would be their stylists to fix their hair and makeup before the red carpet, so he left it as it was.

“Look okay?” Link asked, coming out of his room with his arms wide to show his outfit off.

“Yes, sure, you look great. Come on, Beedle texted. They’re waiting outside.”

“Alright,” he muttered, fixing his cuffs as he grabbed his things back off the table. Nothing was ever put away. Nothing ever had to be. It wasn’t like he’d stay here long before needing to go to a new filming location anyway.

Flashing lights, bulbs so bright his vision became tinged with blinding stars blocking out his vision.

He was used to this. It was hardly his first red carpet, and with his hand firmly against the skin of Midna’s back, he felt grounded, despite his lagging tiredness and barely functioning mind.

Face slack so he wouldn’t strain his jaw from smiling, he posed as perfectly as he’d been taught. His hair flipped in the way that had the internet swooning. He tilted his head in the way that won him “Sexiest Man in Hyrule” two years in a row.

He played yet another part of his to absolute perfection.

Little did they know that the famous actor struggled with back pain, crowds, and—thanks to the list of his ‘accolades’— several self-conscious body image issues.

At the table, food was served, and he politely excused himself when he’d finished the two vegetable portions from the food that was on his approved diet plan for his role on The Twilight Realm, and instead took his checkbook around, dropping checks off to a few people that he and his financial adviser had already written out in advance.

It was all so… normal.

When the plates were cleared away, he grabbed a merlot off a passing tray and skulked to the corner.

“Did you eat enough to drink that?” Midna asked, leaning beside him.

Link shrugged and took another sip. He had, but he certainly couldn’t wait to go back to the hotel and order something he actually could eat.

“See the Princess?” he asked, watching the blonde Princess Zelda of Hyrule daintily savoring a glass from her table, surrounded by armed guards and looking about as miserable as he felt.

“I do see her. No photography allowed in here,”she muttered, watching Zelda set her glass down to stand and wander, trailed by her guards. “How the facades fall when the public stops watching.”

“They’re always watching,” he scoffed, looking around to see a set of eyes of a gossiping group watching him and Midna as they conversed. Anxiously, he took a swig of the remainder of his drink and set it down, already looking for another.

The need to drop his mask for just a moment overwhelmed him, and he gave Midna a kiss on the cheek. “I need air. You okay if I ditch for a bit?”

“Oh, of course. Go! I have mingling to do anyway!”

“Thanks. You’re the best.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

He winked before undoing the buttons on his tux and heading into the hallway. Security nodded at him as he passed, and he carefully moved past another set of suits who stood at the door to the terrace.

It was surprisingly empty. He expected it to be filled with any guests needing an escape or air, but he paid it no mind, preferring the quiet solitude he was so often denied as opposed to idle chatter.

With a relieved sigh, he threw himself down onto one of the outdoor sofas near a maintained firepit and groaned, closing his eyes in relief.

“Oh!”

“Shit!” he hissed, sitting up with a speed that would have called for a stunt double. Especially when his leg knocked against the flames of the fire, warming him with a far-too-close call, but nothing else. He swore before hopping away, brushing at his pant leg, looking up to see the last person he expected.

Princess Zelda of Hyrule.

His eyes bugged out. He’d just sworn and nearly fell into a fire in front of the princess.

Idiot.

Bowing low, he tried to shake off his nerves. “Princess!”

And then he saw her. Princess Zelda of Hyrule was watching him with a surprised look on her face from just behind a pillar where she leaned out against a railing. Her gown was long, the train was gorgeous. The embellishments alone cost more than Link’s paycheck, and he was well-paid. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, still neatly styled with pins in an effortless look that had probably taken an hour. And her eyes; verdant greens alight with curiosity had him rapt immediately. The cameras really did lie: she was far more gorgeous up close and in person, and she was already beautiful on tv.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was alone out here,” he managed, rising from his bow just enough to catch the hint of a smile touch her lips before it disappeared almost naturally.

“How did you get past my bodyguards?”

“Your…?” he looked behind him, confused. “I…”

“Nevermind, it’s okay.” Her brows peaked. “Oh! You’re Link Faron! Wow! Um, hello! It’s nice to meet you.”

Shaking his head, it was almost unfathomable that the princess knew who he was. Not unreasonable, given the show’s popularity, but it was hard to wrap his head around. “No, the pleasure is all mine, Princess.”

“The Twilight Realm is one of my favorite shows. I’m… just a little star-struck.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, that, Into the Wild and—”

She cut herself off, her face flushing a bright red as she covered her mouth with a delicate hand, attempting covertness but failing.

“And?”

Her eyes glistened as she turned her head towards him, watching his deliberate steps. She'd already outed herself as a fan of not only him, but two shows when he'd showed everything off. His own face was red as he waited.

"The Bodyguard."

He bit his lip as he tried not to chuckle. A more serious role... where he'd fallen in love with the Princess he was protecting. A limited series with more sex scenes than the four seasons of Into the Wild combined.

"Our Princess has a type of show, it seems."

"And you have a type of role. It's not my fault you're a good actor."

He snorted, leaning beside her. "They don't hire me for my skill. They hire me for my ass."

"Well, who can blame them on that front at least," she muttered.

And then, eyes bugged once again, she clasped her hand over her mouth.

Link beamed at her, embarrassment and humor sending him onto a high. "Oh?"

"You'd think years of practice would afford me some grace, but I've simply fallen apart in the mere presence of you," Zelda laughed anxiously. "My apologies for that comment. It was crass and simply slipped from my tongue before I could stop myself!"

Link ran a hand through his hair and focused on her shoulder. A fine spattering of freckles caught his eye for far longer than he'd intended it to before it drifted to the strap that thinly drew more attention. And it was red. A pop of color that matched her lips, which he was dying in his attempts to avoid looking. "It's okay. I'm quite comfortable with the topic at this point. It's the modesty sock conversations that will still make me blush."

Zelda's brow scrunched, and he regretted his words immediately. Gods, had he just brought that up to the Princess?

And then, it got worse.

"A what? Socks?"

He licked dry lips. "Oh, just... it's... it's kind of like a sock that you use... to... well... it's... it's not a sock. But you use it for... modesty." He glanced at her confusion and tugged on his bowtie to loosen it. "You put it on during sex scenes and nude scenes."

Zelda's eyes, for the third time, widened. "Oh! Oh, gods, I didn't know!"

"Did you just think we wandered around bare-assed, hanging out?"

"Yes!" she laughed, running her hands through her hair. "I always just thought you were very confident in yourself."

"Hardly!"

"Really?" she asked skeptically. "With the way you look?"

"Would you strut around set with nothing on, Princess? For one as gorgeous as yourself, it would surely be easy."

Gods and godesses, why would he put that image in his mind. Why would he say that to a royal? What creature was possessing him?

"Mr. Faron--"

"Link."

"Link," she smirked, "You're far more amusing than you let on in pictures and interviews."

"Far more nervous, Princess. When I've imagined speaking to you, it was never about my full frontal nudity clause."

"Please, Zelda is fine. We've reached a level of personal conversation, at this point, that I believe you're allowed my first name. And for that matter, you think of me often?"

He let himself relax a bit. There was a comfort in knowing that the Princess of Hyrule was willing to flirt with him, even knowing what a wreck he was. He was able to pull from his stores of acting skills to play it cool, leaning against the railing a bit, stretching out. Reveling in her eyes taking a spin along him. It gave him a moment to swallow his nerves.

"Who hasn't thought of the Princess?"

"And who hasn't thought of Link Faron?"

"You?"

Zelda scoffed. "Oh, please! We've already accidentally established that you're my celebrity crush. How much more obvious could I get?"

"For what it's worth, Zelda, you've always been mine." He relished her name on his tongue, and couldn't stop himself from letting his knuckles graze against her skin as he pushed a piece of golden hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger and touch for far too long.

"I'm sorry," he said, stepping away. "I've taken up your private time with far too much self indulgence. I'll let you go."

"Wait!" she said, grabbing his hand. "I'm enjoying your presence, unlike all the donation seekers in there. Stay."

"Is that a command?"

For a moment, she considered, and a wry smile worked over her face as she watched him already inching back towards her. "Yes."

"Then how am I to disobey?"

~~~~~~~

Link hadn't even had time to register the light through his window when Midna threw herself onto him, whacking his arm excitedly.

He sprung up, looking around frantically. "What?!"

"You dog!"

"What?"

"Gods, you sleep in too often! Get up!"

He barely blinked in time to see her ponytail bobbing on her head, her sweatpants and sweatshirt hanging loosely over her. Exactly the opposite of the glamor she donned the night before.

Link grumbled, rolling out of bed in his boxers, rubbing at his eyes as he followed her to see what the fuss was about so he could roll back into bed.

"--and the Princess were seen getting extremely close last night. In exclusive footage, we can see 'The Twilight Realm' actor putting his skills to work on our future monarch, seducing her as much as she seemed to entrance him. Was it wine? Or do we have a new royal wedding to look forward to?"

The clip of him and Princess Zelda by the fire, him pushing her hair behind her hair, them laughing, even later in the evening when she'd grabbed his hand and he hadn't pulled away, and later when they'd moved to sit closer to the firepit and he'd given her his jacket. All of it aired.

"Oh, shit. They didn't get..."

He trailed off as the next clip was Zelda's tender goodbye kiss on his cheek hours later.

"Shit."

Midna watched him sit down, numb. "Link, can you call your girlfriend?"

His phone rang on cue. His agent.

Link toyed with the phone, his eyes on the screen watching the clip replay of her kiss. He could still feel the phantom tenderness of her lips on his cheek, hear the ring of her laugh, the lines of her discontentment on her forehead as they talked about their interests, their lives.

And he realized that, regardless of what he was about to hear, he regretted none of it.

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serendipity-writes · 3 years ago

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In Which Steve Plots Robin's Murder

Written for Harringrove Week July 2022! Prompt: working at the car wash

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“I’m sorry, a what?”

“A topless car wash,” Robin repeats gleefully, practically bouncing in place. “The band’s gonna make so much money off of this. Maybe we’ll even be able to ditch the decade-old uniforms.”

Unfortunately for Steve, his life is so batshit insane nowadays that once the initial shock wears off, he realizes this is like, the least concerning thing he’s heard in the last month.

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“I’m sorry, a what?”

“A topless car wash,” Robin repeats gleefully, practically bouncing in place. “The band’s gonna make so much money off of this. Maybe we’ll even be able to ditch the decade-old uniforms.”

Unfortunately for Steve, his life is so batshit insane nowadays that once the initial shock wears off, he realizes this is like, the least concerning thing he’s heard in the last month. “Right, yes. End-of-year fundraising, that’s fantastic. How exactly did you get this approved by administration?”

Robin shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Well, you know, Jenny Fischer can be very persuasive.”

What she probably means by that is that Jenny stole her dad’s credit card and made a hefty “donation” to the school again. The rumor is that’s how she managed to convince the school board to hold prom at an offsite venue, which Steve definitely wasn’t upset about. And you know what? If the school okayed it, this car wash thing really isn’t his problem.

“Well, I hope you have fun,” he says, mostly trying to end the conversation because he somehow got roped into making a casserole for “family dinner” at the Byers’ and he really doesn’t know what he’s doing. Robin scoffs as he cracks open the oven. The edges look a little burnt, but the inside is still raw. Maybe he should turn the heat up?

“I’m not gonna be working it,” she says, as though Steve’s an idiot for even thinking that. “Besides, you have to come! We need some of that sweet, sweet blood money, Harrington.”

It’s smoking a little bit now, but like, not that much. “Sure, whatever,” he says as he fans the oven with a dishtowel.

“Great! It’s tomorrow from noon to three,” Robin hollers as she sprints out the door, her mission apparently complete.

Steve doesn’t really register her words. This casserole is looking more and more unsalvageable. What did his mom’s recipe even say? He casts about for it, but it’s nowhere to be found. Ah well, maybe the microwave will fix it.

He ends up buying one from the grocery store and letting Joyce cook it in her oven.

* * *

A knock, sharp and loud, echoes through Steve’s house at precisely 12:26 pm. He sets down the cereal he’d been shoving unceremoniously into his mouth and pads to the door, clad only in the shirt and boxers he slept in last night. It’s Saturday, who the hell is bothering him at this ungodly hour?

Robin, apparently. She doesn’t wait for a greeting or an invitation inside, just barges her way past Steve. “Ready to go?” she asks despite the clear evidence to the contrary, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Go where?” Steve asks as he reacquaints himself with his box of cereal. He leans his hip against the counter and raises an eyebrow at Robin when she just blinks at him, apple juice running down her chin.

“‘Go where?’” she repeats incredulously. “‘Go where,’ he says! Steve, Steve, Steve, did you listen to a single thing I said last night?”

He casts his mind back to crashing on the Byers’ couch for a couple of hours, before that to getting high with Jonathan on their front porch, even further to making that disaster of a casserole. That’s right, Robin was there for that bit.

“Yeah, your band fundraiser thing. The car wash, right?”

“Bingo,” she says, crunching into her apple. “And you said we would go today, to support your bestest friend in the whole wide world. So, here I am, ready for us to go.”

Honestly, that… sounds like something Steve would do. “Alright, give me a minute to put on actual clothes,” he says. Robin snorts. Before he’s even halfway up the stairs, she’s got her hand in his cereal box.

Five minutes later they’re on the road, heading toward the Hawkins High parking lot, which Steve thinks should be considered a crime on the weekend, even if it is the summer. About a mile away, signs begin appearing along the side of the road. Some of them are tame, advertising the band fundraiser aspect of the event, while others take a bit of a different approach. Steve’s personal favorite is the one that just says “TOPLESS CAR WASH” in big black letters on a white poster board. There’s nothing else on the poster, and for some reason Steve finds that hilarious.

Robin’s sporting a maniacal grin in the seat next to him, and he wasn’t terribly worried last night but now he’s starting to be.

As soon as they pull into the parking lot, Steve gets the joke. It is indeed a topless car wash, but all the washers in question are dudes. He thinks he recognizes a couple as band kids from the last few basketball games he played, but there are definitely guys out here that aren’t in the band. Steve wonders how they got roped into this. He has to give credit where credit is due, though; every one of them committed to the bit. He admires their dedication, even if there isn’t much else to admire.

He pays the two dollar entrance fee, then gets into the line. It creeps forward agonizingly slowly.

“This better be worth my two dollars, Buckley,” he threatens, and she chortles.

“Oh, it will be,” she promises, and suddenly Steve’s not sure he should be here.

But then he finds himself at the front of the line, and he’s waved all the way down to a spot at the very end of the swathe of soapy cars. After a moment, and what sounds like a short scuffle behind his car, a knuckle raps on his window. Steve obediently rolls it down, and this is where the problem arises.

Because Billy fucking Hargrove bends down to stick his head in Steve’s car, elbows resting on the edge of his door. And he is in fact topless, as the posters promised.

Steve is immeasurably glad he actually put on a clean shirt before walking out the door.

“Hello, valued customer,” Billy drawls, tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip. Jesus Christ. “I’ll be servicing you today.” Steve doesn’t know how a person can make a wink look that fucking dirty. He’s gonna have an aneurysm.

“Don’t break anything, Hargrove,” he says on autopilot, thank God. Billy shakes his head before straightening up, purposefully flexing his bronzed abs and almost certainly lingering to make sure Steve gets an eyeful.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, pretty boy,” he says, thumping the roof of the car as if to disprove his point. “And you might wanna roll that window up, unless you wanna get wet,” he adds before sauntering around the front of the car to grab a sponge and a bucket of soapy water.

“Thanks,” Steve calls out sarcastically before doing just that. As soon as it’s closed, he turns to Robin, careful to keep his face neutral and his voice low in case Billy’s looking or listening in. “Hey, what the actual fuck.”

Robin looks like she’s barely holding back laughter. “You should have seen your face,” she hisses, smiling so wide she looks like she’s fucking insane. Steve isn’t quite sure she isn’t.

“Yeah, I’m sure it was a fucking riot. What the hell is he doing here?”

Of course, now Robin pulls her face into something resembling sincerity. “Hmm, washing cars I think. Yeah, that seems right.”

Billy starts wiping the sponge over Steve’s windshield, much slower than is really necessary. When he catches Steve’s gaze through the glass, he grins the kind of grin he likes to toss around near the mothers of Hawkins. Steve gives him a tight smile in return and pointedly does not watch the beads of sweat and water dripping down his toned arms.

“Okay, let me rephrase,” he starts, still very much not looking at Billy. “Why the hell is he here?”

Robin shrugs in his peripheral vision. “I’ve heard Jenny Fischer is quite persuasive.” He can hear the laughter in her voice. What a betrayal.

“That’s the same thing you said last night,” Steve grits out. He really wishes Billy would get on with it and move to the back. Of his car. The back of his car.

Robin claps, exaggerated excitement suffusing her voice when she squeals, “So you did listen to me!”

Steve rolls his eyes. Billy’s washing the driver’s side window now, and Steve has to physically turn away to hide the redness he knows is spreading over his face. “I don’t know what game you’re running here,” he says, even though he knows exactly what game Robin’s running here, “but you severely overcharged me.”

“Whatever you say.”

Robin’s undeniably smug as she settles back into the passenger seat, arms crossed over her chest. Steve’s going to strangle her. “I’m going to strangle you.”

“Better wait until we’re alone, pretty boy,” she mocks. Fuck his life.

Billy finally does get around to the back of the car, and for some unknowable reason, he seems to wash it much faster than the front. He still winks at Steve in the rearview, though. Steve flips him off in return, and he can practically feel Billy’s laugh even though he only sees it in the mirror.

Billy drags an upturned bucket over to use as a stepstool so he can get to the top of the car. Steve is one hundred percent sure it’s just an excuse to show off his ass in those fucking skinny jeans. They should be illegal. They’ve caused casualties before, Steve’s seen it. He does his time in the parking lot on school days.

But fortunately (or unfortunately, a traitorous part of his brain whispers), he only has to spend a few minutes trying not to make direct eye contact with the zipper on Billy’s jeans before he hops down from the bucket and drags a hose over from… somewhere. One quick rinse later, and he’s knocking on Steve’s window again.

“Clean as a dream, Harrington,” he says as soon as Steve starts rolling it down. “Hope you enjoyed your experience at the Hawkins High Band Car Wash.” Steve can hear the capital letters. It almost makes him laugh.

“Customer service could have been better,” he says instead. Billy raises an eyebrow.

“Is that so?” he asks, and there’s an edge to his voice that makes Steve’s heart race. “Do let me know how I can improve for the future.”

The easy answer is to complain that it took too long or the job was sub-par (which Steve is pretty sure it is), but Billy doesn’t go for the easy answers, and two can play at that game.

“You could have put on a better show,” Steve says, gesturing across the parking lot where several girls he recognizes from school, as well as some of their mothers, are desperately trying to look like they’re not watching Billy as they speak. “I don’t think every member of the fan club got to see you flexing your biceps.”

He has the satisfaction of seeing Billy’s eyes widen, hearing a surprised chuckle burst from his mouth, before he’s leaning forward, grin almost predatory. “I think the real fan club is in this car, Harrington,” he drawls. It sends a shiver down Steve’s spine.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he replies, but even he knows it’s not his best work. “Now back up so I can leave.”

Billy steps back, hands raised in a show of surrender. “You’re the boss!” he calls as Steve drives away. He sticks his hand out the window to flip Billy off one more time for the road.

He doesn’t understand the unusual number of people who snicker at him as he drives home until he parks his car in his driveway and actually opens the door. Or, tries to, because something’s holding it shut. Driving his shoulder into the door works on the third try, by which time Robin’s already out and collapsed in a fit of laughter on the pavement. Steve slams his door shut and stalks a few steps away to observe the full scope of what’s happened.

There, larger than life, across the whole side of his car, is a crude depiction of a penis made out of what appears to be masking tape.

For a moment, Steve’s almost impressed. He doesn’t know when or how Billy managed it; Steve was watching him the whole time. Wait, no he wasn’t. Billy had plenty of opportunities, definitely. Yeah.

So now he’s just pissed, stripping the tape off his car and rubbing at the sticky residue it leaves behind. “Robin, I swear to God—” he starts, then cuts himself off. Death threats are nothing new between them, and he needs to put the fear of God in her for pulling this shit on him. “I am going to lock you in a utility closet with Tammy Thompson for an entire week.”

“Oh my God, Steve, noooooo,” she whines from the ground. “Don’t do that to me! I don’t deserve to be bullied like this!”

She definitely does, but Steve thinks that walking into his house two weeks later to find him and Billy furiously sucking face against the kitchen counter, screaming something about her pure, innocent eyes, Steve! and promptly leaving the way she came might be punishment enough.

He searches Tammy Thompson’s number up in the phone book just in case.

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iclaimedtobethebetterbard · 3 years ago

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tropes and teasing

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Logan, Virgil Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Analogical Warnings: Language, mention of smut (in the context of a character writing fic, not actual smut. fic-ception i guess lol) Word count: 1624

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Summary: Logan did not intend for anyone to ever find this secret out. Oops.

Notes: Day 4 of @analogicalweek 2022! This is for the prompt “AU.” Takes place early in the first year of analogical’s marriage. also i don’t know anything about star trek so i apologize for inaccuracies lol

“God, I used to read so much Star Trek fanfiction as a teen,” Virgil said reminiscently, tipping his head back against the couch and reaching for another handful of popcorn.

“Really?” Logan said from his seat beside his husband on the couch, curious. “I wouldn’t have imagined you’d have been particularly into the show.”

“Oh, I mean, it was never my top fandom, but it was always kind of there, you know?” Virgil shrugged. “My mom really liked it, so she introduced it to me. I guess it was kind of a comfort fandom when I got older. Nostalgic, or whatever.”

“Ah,” Logan said. “I see. I discovered it in middle school.” He tilted his head to the side. “Oh, I think it must have been a special interest for a few years there.” He’d never made the connection before; it had been close to a year since he’d found out he was autistic, and little things about his life kept clicking into place every so often in light of this information. Star Trek evidently being a case in point.

“That does not surprise me even a little bit,” Virgil informed him fondly. “Nerd.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he said, smiling.

“Make me,” Virgil teased.

Logan picked up a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his husband’s mouth, which sent them both into giggles, Virgil covering his mouth with his hand to avoid spewing popcorn all over the living room.

“Okay, I guess I should have seen that coming,” Virgil commented after a moment, swallowing the popcorn at last.

“Probably,” Logan agreed. “I like that you describe the show as comforting. That’s how I feel about it now, too.” His interest hadn’t been as strong in a few years, but it was still there, just softened down to a warm glowing core deep inside him.

“Yeah. I’d always search up the Spirk tag on AO3 when I was feeling down.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Which, y’know, teen angst me did kind of a lot.”

Logan frowned, putting a hand on his husband’s arm.

“I’m okay, L.” Virgil took the hand and raised it to his lips. “Don’t worry.”

“I don’t like it when you are unhappy,” Logan said, still frowning.

“I know, babe.” Virgil cast him a comforting look. “I’m plenty happy now, okay? This is a great way to spend the evening. I’m good.”

“Okay,” Logan acquiesced after a moment, doing his best to wipe the frown off his face. “What kinds of fanfiction did you like to read?”

“About Star Trek?” Virgil asked. When Logan confirmed with a nod, his husband went on, “Well, I said Spirk already. Mostly that. Or else platonic stuff.” He grabbed the remote and paused the TV. “Sometimes I’d branch out into Daforge, if I wanted to spice things up with the Next Generation stuff, or a couple other things depending on what I was feeling. I went for lots of whump and hurt, with or without comfort. It was, like, cathartic, or whatever. But there was this one author I liked who did, like, more long-form, plot-heavy stuff. Which is the kind of stuff I usually would avoid, but I got into their stuff anyway because I read a oneshot they did once that was fantastic—Spock had to kill Kirk for some reason, I fucking cried, I loved it—and it got me to take a chance on their other stuff, and it was really good. Like, published novel levels of good. They were one of my favorites, even though most of their stuff wasn’t the kind of fic I usually read.”

“Fascinating,” Logan commented. “You’ll have to show me.”

“First of all, the fact you assume I still have all my old cringey fanfic accounts? Ouch.” Virgil seemed amused. “But accurate. Second, the assumption that I still remember enough details years later to find that fic?” He paused. “I mean, okay, again probably accurate. But come on. Leave me some shred of dignity, L.”

“I was not mocking you,” Logan protested.

“Oh, I know, babe. But it’s still funny.” Virgil took another handful of popcorn and munched it, considering. “Actually, I bet you would like their stuff,” he said thoughtfully. “It seems exactly up your alley, now that I think about it. There was this one really awesome long-ass multichapter piece they had, it was a college AU but it also had, like, a murder mystery going on that Kirk and Spock teamed up to solve, and there was this whole rivals-to-begrudging-allies-to-friends-to-lovers thing. All of it was super well researched, too, I think the author actually said they’d based it off some old crime case they learned about.”

Logan blinked several times and worked very hard on controlling his facial expression. “…Really?”

He must not have done as good a job at acting natural as he’d hoped, because Virgil squinted at him. “Uh, yeah. You good?”

“Fine,” Logan said quickly. “Just—uh—fascinated by the premise. Do you remember anything else about it?”

“I dunno. The smut chapters were really hot,” Virgil said, shrugging.

Logan choked on air. “Ah,” he said faintly. “Yes. Those. I see.”

Virgil snickered. “And those were also, like, excruciatingly well-researched. The author always linked a bunch of sources in the notes for the chapters, and had a whole long rant one time about safe sex in real life. It was weirdly wholesome, actually.”

“That’s—that’s great,” Logan managed.

Virgil paused, eyeing him sharply. “Babe, you’re acting really weird,” he said, frowning. “What’s up?”

“I—” Logan hesitated, reluctant to answer. “What was the author’s username? Do you remember? By any chance?”

“Uhh.” Virgil frowned, concentrating. “It was some kind of pun, I know that. A dirty one.” He snickered. “And a reference. It was clever.”

“Oh,” Logan said, his voice cracking. “Well. That’s—I see.”

“Hang on.” Virgil looked at him sharply. “Do you, like, know the fic I’m talking about?” He looked delighted. “You read fic when you were a teen?”

“I—well, in a manner of speaking, yes,” Logan hedged, his face burning hot all the way to the tips of his ears. He avoided his husband’s eyes.

There was another pause. Then a gasp. “Logan, you’re not saying you wrote it, are you?”

Logan hid his face in his hands. “Maybe?”

Virgil made a wordless noise of gleeful delight. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Uh—shit, what was it called—the fic was, uh—oh, I’ve got it.” He snapped his fingers. “It was called Journey to Scarlet. I think it was a reference to a couple different things.”

Logan groaned. “Oh god. Yes.” He hiked his legs up onto the couch so he could curl into a ball. “I have so many regrets right now.”

“That was you?” Virgil pressed, delighted.

“Yes,” Logan admitted, muffled, into his crossed arms.

“Holy shit, this is like a fake tumblr post come true,” Virgil said, laughing uncontrollably. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fucking married my favorite fanfic author. This is the best day of my life.”

“I’m going to look up my login and delete it all,” Logan said into his arms, only half meaning it.

“Noo!” Virgil protested, laying a hand on his arm. “No, babe, it was really good, I swear. I bet it still gets hits, even.” He tugged at Logan, guiding him to curl up in Virgil’s arms and lay his head on his husband’s shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. Promise. I really do think this is awesome and hilarious and great.”

“I never told anyone about my account on that site,” Logan mumbled into his neck. “I’d always delete my search history after going on it.”

“Aww.” Virgil pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I promise whatever embarrassed you about it, I did way worse shit than you did and read things much more eye-bleachingly shameful than you did. I fucking guarantee it. And I linked my profile on all my regular social media.”

“You what?” Logan gasped, startled out of his embarrassment in spite of himself.

“Yeah. I did lots of deeply cringey things that I regret letting people witness, with everything in me,” Virgil said, snickering. “But, like, it’s kind of funny now, I guess.” He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “I’m not judging you, hon. Promise.”

Logan made a face, though he did not doubt the veracity of his husband’s words. “Okay,” he agreed, tipping his face forward to hide in Virgil’s neck once again.

“Shh. There, there.” Virgil patted his head. “Poor thing,” he teased gently. “You wrote very good stories with very hot smut, oh no, however will you recover?” He sounded intensely amused by this entire situation.

“I wasn’t planning on anyone finding out about them!” Logan said with a somewhat pitiful whimper.

“Okay, babe,” Virgil soothed. “I won’t tell Remus. Promise.”

“Oh, god.” Logan shuddered at the thought. “Thank you.”

He could still hear a note of amusement in his husband’s voice. “Of course, babe.” Virgil lifted Logan’s face and pressed another kiss to his forehead. “Want to watch some more actual Star Trek until you feel better?” He gestured towards the TV, still paused midway through the episode they’d been on.

“Can you still hold me?” Logan asked in a small voice.

Virgil grinned, petting his hair. “Definitely.”

Logan relaxed somewhat, rearranging himself so he could lean on his husband and rest his head over Virgil’s heart. Virgil’s arms came up to cup firmly around him, fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp as the episode began playing once again.

Logan had to admit, beginning to feel warm and safe and sleepy, that this was not a particularly terrible outcome to this situation.

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