#Forever Winter fic

[burninlovebutler]

Masterlist🦋💫

~🚧i know this is messy rn pls ignore it is under construction 🚧~

-> Welcome to my Blog Introduction

ao3 - BurninLove

Wattpad - FaultInMyCodes

-> Worship (Secret Santa)* - Possessive-Obsessive!Austin x Fem!Reader

-> Candy Hearts ♡ (vday)* - Sub!Austin x DomFem!Reader

-> Camp Counselors - Pt. 1 + Pt. 2 - Austin x Fem!reader

-> Talkshow Host!Austin Headcanons

Bikeriders Asshole!Austin x Makeup Artist!Reader

-> Pt. 1 *

-> Pt. 2*

-> Pt. 3*

-> Pt. 4.1 *

**last updated; 04.30.23**

-> Pt. 4.2 [coming soon]

-> Pt. 5 [coming soon]

Just an Intern Spotify Playlist ⛓️🖤

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘

Themes: friends to lovers, SLOW burn, ANGST, eventual smut, Austin x fem!oc, midsize oc, sad boi/addict aus, fluffy, semi-AU (indie actor austin)

Summary/Intro: Best friends since college, Austin and Elsie are each other's safety nets. Austin has secrets only Elsie knows, and Elsie has too many closet skeletons for Austin to count.

Austin battles internal demons since the death of his father, which caused a switch to flip that would change him forever. His father’s death happened 4 years ago but it still haunts him – in his mind and in little pills.

Elsie has a weakness for wicked, vile, abusive men. Her boyfriend, Nox, is the latest culprit. And Austin can’t fucking stand him.  

Between trying to rescue each other and struggling to save themselves, is there something lying underneath?

18+ as this contains both smut & mature sensitive topics. Please check TWs for each chapter. General overarching warnings at the bottom of this post.

Since this is slow burn-ish so some themes/smut do not show up until later

Chapters containing smut that have * by their name

Forever Winter Spotify Playlist ❄️💞

FW Chapters:

01 - Has He Texted You?

02 - Dependency

03 - The Close Call Clause

04 - Not The First Time

05 - Fix-It Pancakes

06 - Cold Showers

07 - Giving In

08 - Of Course I Do

09 - Thanksgiving Pt. 1

10 - Thanksgiving Pt. 2

11 - Winter Break

12 - Truth or Dare

13 - Dressing Room Games

14 - Hot or Cold? *

15 - No Touching **

16 - When The Night Ends

17 - Do Not Disturb

18 - Nothing There

19 - Not Even For A Second

20 - I Know You’re Lying

21 - Blue M&Ms

22 - Christmas - Pt. 1 - (ft. The Grinch)

23 - Christmas - Pt. 2 - Comeback Special**

24 - Ski Slopes**

25 - New Years Eve (Pt. 1) - Til You Come Back for More*

26 - New Years (Pt. 2) - Say It Again**

27 - The First Close Call

28 - Temporary Fix*

29 - Be My Mistake*

30 - It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

31 - Mr. Percocet

32 - [TBA - coming soon]

**last updated 05.31.23**

[more chapters to be announced lol]

Author’s Notes:

Each chapter will contain a related song suggestion and matching lyrics. I highly recommend listening to each song as they beautifully mesh with the themes of each individual chapter.

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Austin/Elvis yanked me from fanfic retirement so when I started writing FW, I fell in love with the characters & the storyline. I’m posting here so that maybe others can fall in love with them too.

I haven’t written in a while so sorry if it’s a little rusty, especially in the first couple chapters.

This post ended up being really long so sorry if it was a lot, thank you if you made it this far.

I hope you love it, please let me know if you do.

[loveinhawkins]

There’s a table in the school library that’s nestled in the corner, right by a radiator; Steve has claimed it ever since his double block of ‘private study periods’ began.

Not that he’s planning on doing any studying: it’s the last day of school before the winter break, and while his face has healed up from the whole Billy Hargrove Incident, he still finds himself feeling wiped at random—like his body’s having a delayed adrenaline crash ever since he pulled Dustin out of that freaky vine-infested tunnel.

So really, this spot should be ideal for a couple hours of not having to think.

And it would be perfect, if his eyes weren’t instinctively drawn to movement at the front desk.

Because for the past god-knows-how-long, Eddie Munson has been in a back-and-forth with the librarian.

It had started when he ambled up to the desk with a healthy pile of books in his hands, placed them down neatly, all ready to be stamped. Flashed a charming smile.

Steve was too far away to hear the words, but he got the gist that whatever the librarian had said amounted to no, absolutely not, because Eddie scooped the books back up, dumped them on a table a little distance away from Steve’s, then hemmed and hawed before returning to the desk with a more modest pile than before.

He was sent away again with presumably the same refusal, and so the pattern repeated until this very minute: he’s returning with just one book in his hands, his smile less charming now, more desperate.

But… no luck.

Eddie slouches back to the table in defeat. Just stands there, staring down at the books.

And goddamn it, Steve thinks, now he’s invested.

“Hey. Munson,” he says in an undertone. “What’s up?”

He doesn’t miss the weird kind of double take Eddie gives him, but at least Steve knows it’s not because of his face being a mess this time—seriously, drawing looks from students when all he wanted was to get in line for crappy cafeteria pizza had not been fun.

“Nothing,” Eddie says with a shrug, and he flashes another wide smile that makes Steve think bullshit. “Apparently I racked up a mountain of late fees. Who knew?” He sighs, glancing at his wristwatch. “Guess I’ve got enough time to just read the—oh. Um. Hey?”

“These books?” Steve confirms, having already stood up to look at them.

Eddie blinks a few times. “Yeah, these—uh, Harrington, what the fuck do you think you’re—?”

Steve heads over to the front desk with the books. It’s not all that difficult of a decision to make; he remembers Tommy H had his own library late fees in freshman year, but got nothing more than a simpering, “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again, sweetie,” just because his mom knew someone on the school board.

“For checking out, please,” Steve says, not bothering with a smile as he hands over his library card.

The only resistance he gets is a raised eyebrow from the librarian before all the books are stamped.

“What the fuck,” Eddie says, voice flat; he doesn’t take the books when Steve tries to give them to him, so Steve just shrugs and goes back to his seat, sets the books pointedly on the edge of the table.

“Look, man, it’s up to you, but I’m not gonna take them. They’ll just be sitting here.”

Eddie huffs. He goes over to the books, his hand twitching towards them before drawing back, like he’s at war with himself.

“You—you didn’t have to do that,” he gets out as if it physically pains him to do so.

Prickly, Steve thinks.

“It’s no big deal,” he says. “My account’s gathering dust, so someone might as well get the good of it.”

At hearing that, Eddie looks a little less defensive. He chews on his lips for a few seconds, then says, his tone serious, “Harrington, I’ll—I’ll forget. Like, with the holidays… like, I guarantee you, even if I write a million fucking reminders, I’m gonna take these books and forget to bring ‘em back for months.”

“Oh, no,” Steve says dryly, “lemme go alert the press, I just heard a blatant confession to a crime. Dude, just take them, what do I care if your homework takes you months to—”

“It’s not even for school,” Eddie interrupts through gritted teeth, “it’s dumb, it’s just—”

“Jesus Christ. Lemme call the press again, sounds like you’re reading a book for fun.”

Eddie stares at him. Steve raises an eyebrow in challenge—he could do this all day; just the other week, he’d beaten Mike in a brutal staring contest that felt like it went on for hours.

Eddie breaks first. “Fine,” he says with another huff, but he’s less agitated when handling the books—lingers thoughtfully on their titles, puts a couple in his backpack. The rest he opens at seemingly random parts, but it looks like he knows what he’s searching for.

And then it seems as if he’s just going to pick up the remaining books and walk away—Steve expects him to, honestly—but he ends up staying where he is, gives Steve a look of consideration, almost like he’s a book worth reading, too.

“You stole my table, you know?” Eddie says.

“Uh, no,” Steve says automatically, then adds with more confidence, “I was definitely here first.”

Eddie snorts. “Nope. My senior year, uh,” he shrugs self-deprecatingly, “the first time around. That was my spot. Was pretty possessive over it too, think I signed the table, like, underneath.”

Steve’s eyebrows rise in interest; he runs a finger along the underside of the table and soon feels it: an E.M scratched into the wood.

“Huh,” he says. “Guess you’re right.”

A pause.

And then Steve surprises himself.

“There’s, um, room here, if you want? I’m not gonna use the whole table.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. There’s a long enough silence in which Steve considers just telling him to forget about it, but then—

Eddie sits down opposite him.

It’s not as awkward as Steve was expecting: Eddie seems focused enough on his books, on bringing out a battered looking journal with sheets of paper that look like they’re hanging on by a thread. He roots around his backpack some more, retrieves a ballpoint pen with a quiet, triumphant, “Aha!”

He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Steve isn’t even making an attempt to look busy; his own side of the table is bare.

“Didn’t know you were left-handed,” Steve says after a moment.

Eddie looks up from his note-taking. He smirks, waggles his eyebrows briefly. “Fitting, huh? Spooky.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

And Eddie actually laughs—hushed, but it still counts as one.

He soon returns to being absorbed in whatever it is he’s writing, which means Steve has less of a distraction when the familiar wave of tiredness washes over him.

He tries to sit up as well as he can, conscious of the fact that he’s not alone, but the radiator is the perfect temperature, and the steady scratch of Eddie’s pen has a soporific effect. He’s distantly aware of the fact that his head is nodding down with dwindling energy to try and stop it—hears Eddie’s voice, as if from very far away, rising in question.

Steve sniffs sharply, jerks his head back up and blinks hard. “What?”

“Oh, sorry,” Eddie says quickly, and he sounds genuine. “Didn’t know you were sleeping.”

“I wasn’t,” Steve says.

“Uh, okay,” Eddie says. His lips twitch. “That was an awfully long blink then, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve retorts mildly. He stretches slightly, hides a yawn behind his hand. “Did you actually want something or—”

“Nah, wasn’t important.”

Steve frowns, unconvinced. The side of Eddie’s left hand is covered in ink, and Steve can see where his pen has started to die on him as his writing gets more faded across the page.

Steve puts a hand in his pocket, brings out another ballpoint and throws it at Eddie.

The pen bounces along the table, and Eddie manages to catch it one-handed.

“Good catch,” Steve says.

“Thanks,” Eddie says. He sounds almost uncertain.

Silence falls. It only takes another minute or two of hearing Eddie writing away for Steve’s determination to stay awake to waver again. He slumps forward with a mumbled, “M’just gonna…” and lays his head down.

Eddie stops writing.

“Hey, man, are you… okay? Like, if you feel… if you wanna go home I could take you to the nurse? Or—”

“I’m fine,” Steve says into his folded arms. “S’just… the aftermath of… stuff. No big deal.”

“Oh?” Eddie says tentatively.

Steve lifts his head up a bit, squints dubiously. “C’mon, Munson. You must’ve heard the rumour mill.”

Billy Hargrove had spread it all over the school, how he had ‘taught King Steve a lesson.’ In all honesty, Steve hadn’t cared all that much about how he himself came across in whatever story Billy created, was just relieved that at least Max and Lucas’s names had been kept out of it.

“I don’t put much stock in rumours,” Eddie says carefully. “Folks can say… all kindsa things.”

Steve nods faintly. Fair point.

“Okay, but you can take a little bit of stock in this one. Like, a smidge.”

Steve demonstrates with his thumb and forefinger.

It’s only when Eddie doesn’t smile in response that Steve realises he’d been hoping to make him laugh again. Maybe.

“Huh. Well. For what it’s worth… I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Steve says tiredly.

“Harrington. I’m not stupid, y’know? That was more than a… a stupid fight after school or something. Like, I can remember what your face looked like.”

“Gee, thanks.” Steve sets his head back down, closing his eyes.

“I didn’t—I just meant whatever it was, it… it went too far. Way too fucking far.”

Steve yawns again, doesn’t bother hiding it. “Yeah. Something like that.”

He’s resigning himself to the thought of waking up with a stiff neck before Eddie sighs and says, “If you’re gonna sleep, Harrington, don’t be an amateur about it.”

Steve looks up in time to see Eddie reaching underneath the table with one leg, hooking his ankle round the empty chair next to Steve and shoving it closer to him.

“Three or four’s probably the best amount for stretching out on,” Eddie says. “Uh, speaking from experience.”

Steve smiles. “Noted.”

He manoeuvres himself until he’s lying much more comfortably across the seats, using his backpack and coat as a pillow.

Frustratingly but predictably, despite his fatigue, sleep doesn’t come easily, so Steve looks underneath the table and asks, “What’re you writing about, Munson?”

He can see Eddie’s boots, how one foot is tapping away, as if in time to a song no-one else can hear.

“Um, I was just… getting inspiration for… it’s kinda like. Like a story, but—”

“Don’t hurt yourself, dude,” Steve says, “I know what a campaign is.”

The foot tapping stops.

“Aren’t you just full of surprises?” Eddie says.

He sounds a bit far away again, though Steve knows that’s just in his head; he can feel his eyelids drooping.

“You’ve got…” He sighs, voice trailing off as he finishes, “No idea…”

Eddie launches into a speech; Steve can follow it well enough for a little while, Eddie rambling about the kind of decisions he thinks his players will make in the game, but eventually the words become a blur, and he drifts off just like that, into an unexpectedly peaceful sleep.

He wakes with the lightest of touches to his shoulder, a soft, “Steve?” that nevertheless makes him jolt to full alertness in a blink, reaching for a bat he doesn’t currently have.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yelps, almost falling back against the table. “What the hell kinda military training d’you have, Harrington?”

“Just have good reflexes,” Steve says, hopes it sounds casual enough as he breathes through his suddenly racing heart.

“Yeah, that’s one way to fucking put it. Anyway, uh. Sorry, didn’t mean to, like, startle you, but you slept right through the bell, man.”

Steve sits up; the library is empty apart from them, the librarian shooting them a not so subtle glare. And he realises that while everyone else was rushing out of school, eager for the holidays to start, Eddie must’ve stayed. Waited for him.

Steve runs a hand through his hair, quickly puts on his coat.

“God, sorry, you didn’t have to—if I’ve made you late, I’m—”

“Nah, don’t sweat it.” Eddie puts his backpack strap across one shoulder. “I wasn’t in a hurry. Um, are you… like, good to drive? I can give you a ride, if—”

“I’m okay,” Steve says, struck by the consideration behind the offer. He means what he says though; he feels pleasantly refreshed. He smiles self-effacingly. “Think I need one class where I can just sleep, and then I’ll get through the day.”

Eddie gives a playful scoff. “That’s already a thing, Harrington, it’s called first period.”

They walk out of the library together, and Steve finds that it’s kind of… nice, honestly. He keeps waiting for some awkwardness to creep in again, but it never does.

“Big holiday plans?” Eddie asks, smalltalk that should be stilted, but it just sounds like he’s sincerely interested in the answer.

Steve shrugs. “Not really. Oh, I’ve got—you know the Snow Ball thing tomorrow, at the middle school? There’s this kid I know, I’m gonna give him a ride there, but—”

Steve breaks off with a fond shake of the head, knowing that there’s this kid I know doesn’t really give it justice, doesn’t say the full truth: that Dustin Henderson has somehow wormed his way into Steve’s goddamn heart forever.

“His mom’s invited me over for dinner tonight,” he continues. “Think he wants, like, a dress-rehearsal of his outfit or something, which is probably the closest he’ll ever come to admitting he’s nervous. I kinda feel for him, honestly. God, do you remember being thirteen? Everything seemed to matter so much, and most of it was just… stupid shit.”

They’ve reached the parking lot, and Eddie gives Steve a sideways look with a bemused smile.

“Woah, Harrington, we’re still in school, remember? Don’t think we’re meant to sound so world-weary yet.”

Steve chuckles. “Yeah.” He gestures at Eddie’s get-up. “Bet you’ve never once cared about the stupid shit, though.”

What people think.

Eddie’s smile turns more knowing. “Shockingly, Harrington,” he says, “I didn’t come out the womb like this.”

They both hesitate; they’re at Steve’s car now, Eddie’s van parked in a space that’s further away. There’s no reason, really, for the conversation to continue any longer.

But Eddie still lingers.

“Uh, enjoy your dinner, I guess. If the… dress-rehearsal goes shit, just tell the kid it’s good luck for the real night.”

Steve laughs. “He’s in the Drama Club, so that might work, actually. Thanks, Munson.” He opens the car door as Eddie nods, starts to head off to his van. Seized by a sudden impulse, Steve calls, “Happy holidays!”

“Yeah, you too.” Eddie turns, tapping at his temple exaggeratedly. “Won’t forget about the books, I promise.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You better not,” he says, tongue-in-cheek.

He starts the car and heads for Dustin’s house, honks the horn when he drives past Eddie’s van, catches Eddie waving.

Steve thinks he quite likes the idea (regardless of whether it’ll put his library account in jeopardy), of the books finding a permanent home at Eddie’s place. Briefly imagines Eddie writing with an ink-stained hand, curled up safely in a world of his own—where the only monsters are the ones that live in between the pages.

[hypewinter]

Has anyone ever down a dpxdc story set in the Battinson universe? I'm genuinely asking because the thought won't leave me alone and it's absolutely hilarious.

Just the thought of Bruce "I don't like people" Wayne interacting with Danny "people don't like me" Fenton is sending me. Give me these two feeding off of each other's negative energy while Alfred and a newly adopted Dick are shaking their heads off to the side. Now they have to take care of two moody teenagers, fantastic.

Heck, let's throw in the Nasty Burger incident for some angst. Danny is going through a whole tornado of emotions and Bruce in all of his awkward glory is speed reading as many books about grief that he can get his hands on. How is Danny more complicated to deal with than Dick? He thought dealing with Dick was the most complicated things could get.

[winniethewife]

I'll be summer sun for you forever (Basil Stitt x Reader)

Warnings: Suicidal ideation

Words:786

A/N: Fluffy Basil? Definity not what anyone was expecting....

Basil is pretty sure this is a dumb idea, so far he’s called his now ex-girlfriend, and his parents, neither have responded, he plugs the phone back into the wall of his ruined apartment to make one last desperate call. His childhood Friend, the girl next door who moved across the country after high school, he’s dials the number, and it only rings once before she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Uh I don’t know if this is a goo-”

“Basil! Oh my god I haven’t heard your voice in forever! How are you?”

“Uh, well not great, there’s some… really weird stuff going on with me.”

“Weird like the time you got your head stuck in the railing or weird like the time that guy on the history channel had you actually convinced Aliens existed?” She asks with a slight laugh.  He kinda laughed back.

“Uh…weirder than both of those.”

“Well Shit Baz…Didn’t think that was possible.” He hears her set something down, It was clear he had her undivided attention now.

“Well yeah. Um…well you remember my girlfriend? I told you about her right”

“Mhm, we actually met briefly the last time I was in town. She didn’t seem to like me much.”

“Well apparently she’s been cheating on me for like a year and some change…” he was deflecting the real problem here, the lightning, the scar, the mental breakdown. Probably good to start on the easy part right?

“That bitch! I’m so sorry Basil, that’s just not right, you’re the best guy I know, you worshiped the ground she walked on. Why the fuck would she do that?”

“I don’t know, but that’s just the beginning of my bad luck…” something about his tone of voice triggered the “Mom friend” in her

“Okay let me sit down and you’re gonna tell me everything…” he could hear her footsteps on the floor in over the phone and it’s all he can do to not start crying again.

“You’re not going to believe me when I tell you.” He says

“I don’t care, you’re going to tell me anyway.” She was always good at getting him to do what she wanted. From playing the board game she wanted to as kids to asking out the girl he liked to prom, she had a way of convincing him that he just couldn’t resist. So he gave up fighting her years ago. So he breaks down and tells her… Everything.

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down…” She whispers into the phone reviver. “I-I don’t know, I’m thinking of just…Ending it all. It’s really bad…I look like a monster, and I feel like I’m going more insane every day…”

“Basil…I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around…” He can hear the tears in her voice. “I’m coming to see you, I’ll help you get it all figured out.”

“No. Please don’t I don’t want to be seen like this, I just want it to be over okay?”

“I don’t care how bad it is or what you look like Basil. I’m getting on the next plane to New York. I refuse to lose my best friend.” That tone of voice the one he knows he can’t argue.

“Okay…” He’s kinda glad she’s coming. But doesn’t know how to face it.

~

By the next day she’s standing in his apartment helping him clean stuff up. She had arrived on the red eye, early in the morning. She hadn’t shied away from the Scarring on his face or the how his eye had gone white. She didn’t care. She had just held him in her lap as he had cried. She had run her fingers through his hair and hummed sweet melodies.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked

“You’re my best friend Baz.”

“I haven’t been a good friend, I haven’t called in a year why on earth…”

“It doesn’t matter Basil, You’re still my friend. And I love you even at your darkest.” She tried to smile at him but he can’t look at her

“I don’t believe that.” He grumbles. She puts aside the broom she was using and carefully took his face in her hands looking him directly in the face, before softly kissing him, he’s shocked but he kisses her back, his hands, shaking, end up on her waist. Every move she makes done with determination but with a gentle quality that Basil hadn’t felt from anyone in a very long time. As they break the kiss more tears falling from his face. She wipes the tears away and softly tells him the one thing he needed to hear more than anything.

“Believe in one thing, I won't go away”'

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[theverystrangegirl27]

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Triple Fun That Way

Summary: After starring in Alex's show The Idot Box with Keanu, some dormant feelings arise, and the influence of weed helps you act on the impulses that you've denied for so long.

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), recreational drug use

You knew Alex from NYU, striking up a casual friendship that had lasted for a good few years as you both came up in the industry.

When he asked you to be in a new bit for his show, The Idiot Box, you were excited- not only to be working on such a fun project, but to be reconnecting with an old friend.

Keanu, who you knew in passing and from the movies he and Alex had worked on together, was your co-star.

You could tell it made Alex happy, old friends combing with new friends, and you liked Keanu.

He was funny, soft spoken, and gentle with you when the scene called for him to thrash you around a little, his villainous persona so ridiculous you had to bite your tongue to keep from giggling.

The bit was simple but funny- Keanu playing the overly cartoonish villain holding you, the helpless damsel, hostage. Alex, dressed in a ridiculous outfit of his own, attempting to rescue you while also trying to keep the show rolling into the next bit.

It was silly, fun in a way you haven't gotten to experience in your career as of late. You've been cast in a lot of dramatic, emotionally taxing roles, so Alex's goofiness was a nice change of pace.

You're standing by one of the monitors after shooting, watching the replay of the scene you just filmed when Alex comes up behind you.

“You critiquing my performance?” He asks, giving your shoulder a nudge with his own. You look back at him with a grin.

“Oh absolutely, somebody's gotta keep your ego in check.”

You turn back to the monitor, pretending to look for a mistake to point out. It's hard, because Alex hardly gives less than his all.

“Ah ha!” You exclaim, pointing out the way Alex stumbles a little up the hill in the scene.

“Sloppy footwork, Winter. What do we pay you for?”

He clutches his chest, tossing his head back in mock distress.

“You wound me, Y/N.”

You laugh, eyes following the bounce of his curls and the way his mouth turns upwards in a smile. Your heart gives a sharp tug that you tamp down.

Of course you've developed a bit of a crush on Alex. After being friends for so long, it's only natural.

He rocks back on his heels and glances at the monitor for a second before looking back at you.

“Keanu and I are gonna head back to my place after I get a few things done around the set, you wanna come?”

Butterflies begin to flutter around in your stomach, and you nod.

“Yeah, that sounds fun.”

Alex smiles in return.

“Cool,” He says, running a hand through his hair. When it springs back into place over his forehead, the butterflies intensify. “Keanus's gonna head over now if you wanna catch a ride with him, I should only be like fifteen minutes.”

You look over his shoulder to where Keanu is talking with a stage manager, hands in his leather jacket. You swallow, suddenly a little nervous.

You like Keanu, but he's handsome in a way that really intimidates you. Despite his gentle and kind demeanor, his intensity makes you nervous and- to your embarrassment- turns you on.

You can't help but feel a little ridiculous, having a crush on both Alex and Keanu. You were a professional, not some stupid school girl.

You smile wide, hoping to hide your nerves.

“For sure, I'll see you back at yours!” You say, and Alex looks content with that as he heads off to talk with the camera man.

The stage hand and Keanu have just finished talking when you reach him, his focus now solely on you.

He looks pleased to see you, and that does little to quell your nerves.

God, he's so pretty.

“Alex said you were heading to his, mind if I tag along with you?” You ask.

Keanu smiles, and you can hear your pulse as it thumps in your ears.

“Totally, you ever been on a bike before?”

You shake your head, but you're up for anything.

He reaches out a hand, and you take it, the weight of his palm in yours warm and oddly comforting.

He's got that smile aimed right at you, and you know you're a goner.

He looks over your head and sends a wink in someone else's direction, and before you can turn to look he's pulling you towards the parking lot.

The whole way to Alex's, you've got your hands under Keanus's jacket, his heartbeat steady under your palm.

Alex's apartment is nicely furnished, couch comfortable as you and Keanu sit together.

You watch as he sparks up a joint he found in one of Alex's kitchen drawers, extending it upward with a triumphant laugh.

“You're sure he won't mind?” You ask.

Keanu chuckles.

“Nah, he'll probably be a little jealous I'm smoking with you alone, though.”

You furrow your brow, confused.

“What do you mean?”

Keanu pauses to take the first drag from the joint, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before exhaling his answer.

“C'mon Y/N, you know what I mean.”

You have a suspicion, but you want to hear it from Keanu.

You shake your head, taking the joint as it's passed to you.

Keanu raises an eyebrow, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips.

“You and Alex go back a long time, think about it.” He says as you take a hit.

You exhale, the heady, thick scent of the joint slowly filling the room as you pass it back.

Just as you open your mouth to respond, the front door clicks open.

“You guys started without me?” Alex calls from the entryway, and Keanu laughs.

“Snooze you lose, dude.”

You can't help but smile as Alex comes into view.

He sets his keys on the kitchen counter, sighs, and flops down on the couch next to you.

Keanu reaches over you to pass the joint to Alex, their arms crossing in front of you.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbles, taking a puff and looking down at it. “Where'd you get this, anyway?”

Keanu shrugs, leaning back.

“Under your spoons in the kitchen. You gotta find a better hiding place for your weed, man.”

Alex rolls his eyes, exhaling and passing it to you.

You feel both of their eyes on you as you purse your lips around the joint, suddenly aware of how close both men are.

It makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy around the edges, the weed slowly creeping up on you.

After about a good thirty minutes of smoking, talking, and joking around, you're pleasantly high.

You lean a little into Alex's side, his arm up and around the back of the couch.

You shake your head when the joint comes back around to you, knowing your limits. You don't want to get too high, knowing that this is one of your few chances to hang out with Alex before you both get too busy.

You notice that as Alex reaches over you to pass the dwindling joint to Keanu, a look passes between them.

Your mind races a bit, wondering what that look could mean. It was subtle, a simple quirk of an eyebrow, a wry smile- that could mean anything.

You hum in surprise when you feel Alex's fingers playing with the length of hair that rests across your shoulder, his arm looping around you.

“You changed your hair since the last time we hung out.” He murmurs, eyes heavy lidded as he looks at you.

You shrug.

“It's for a movie.”

From your other side, Keanu shucks off his jacket, the leather warm when it briefly presses against you.

You have a slight suspicion they're plotting something, but you have no idea what.

“What movie?” Keanu asks, one foot resting on the coffee table, his elbow on the back of the couch.

“Some romantic comedy,” You explain, wrinkling your nose. “I'm a little nervous, there's this whole sex scene I'm supposed to do and-” You shrug. “I don't know if I'm gonna be any good.”

Alex shifts at that, turning into you a little.

“Look at you all grown up,” He teases, that easy, lazy grin you love so much spreading across his face. “Little Y/N, taking her pants off on camera.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his chest.

Keanu hums, thinking.

“Is this your first sex scene?” He asks, looking at you and then at Alex.

You narrow your eyes, not sure if you're paranoid from the weed or if these two really are conspiring.

“Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing.” You admit, laughing and running a hand through your hair.

Keanu watches you with parted lips.

“Let's practice, then.”

You rear your head back, eyes wide as you let out a startled laugh.

“What?”

Keanu sits up, leaning towards you.

“We can show you what to do, give you some tips.”

His face is suddenly really close to yours.

“Y'know, practice.”

You furrow your brow, glancing at his lips.

Alex's hand settles on your thigh from your other side, and you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

His eyes are a little red, lids lowered as he looks at you with that easy, knowing grin.

It dawns on you suddenly as you turn back to Keanu.

“You two freaks planned this, didn't you?”

Keanu tilts his head to the side, but his smile says it all.

“Planned what?” He asks.

You roll your eyes, smiling.

Feeling emboldened by the weed and the tight squeeze Alex gives your thigh, you take Keanus's face between your palms and lay one on him.

Keanu makes a soft sound when your lips meet, but parts them as you pull him closer.

He's soft with it like you knew he would be, his palm coming up to rest at your waist.

When you pull away, you both grin at each other, eyes over bright and playful.

Alex shifts behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Gonna leave me hangin’ beautiful?”

You turn, Alex cupping your cheek with one hand and pulling you in.

You've wanted to kiss Alex for years now, dreaming of it when you'd lay awake in bed.

All of those fantasies pale in comparison to the real thing.

His hand against your face is warm, guiding you into the kiss gently. His lips, a little chapped, work against yours, and you feel yourself sinking into Alex's side.

You maneuver yourself up onto your knees and then settle in Alex's lap, letting him pull you closer by your waist.

The kiss becomes hungry, tongues meeting and lips parting with wet, sensual sounds.

Keanu reaches a hand into Alex's hair and pulls him away from you, his own lips finding the blond’s and you smile, leaning down to kiss and bite at Alex's neck.

Keanu and Alex make out above you, their lips shiny with spit and their tongues licking into each other's mouths.

You shift a little in Alex's lap, feeling yourself getting wet.

They break for air, both grinning.

You play with the hem of Alex's shirt, looking up at him with big eyes.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” You tease, and he smiles, a dazed expression on his face.

You lean back, watching unabashedly as Alex sheds his shirt.

Once it's tossed away, you lean forward with your hands on his chest.

“How do we wanna do this?” You ask, nipping at his bottom lip.

Keanu leans in from the side, his lips finding yours.

Alex makes an interested sound, his hands trailing up your shirt.

“I think you'd look real pretty on my dick, Y/N.” He breathes, helping you lift your shirt up and over your head.

You hum in response. You look at Keanu, the way his chin length hair falls in front of his eyes, how he's looking at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

“And you?” You ask, your thumb swiping over Keanus's lips. He parts them, his tongue running over the pad of it.

“You ever been to Paris?”

You laugh, the sound of it reverberating through the apartment, and Alex joins in as he nuzzles your neck.

“That was so bad.” You say through your laughter, moving to kiss Keanu again.

Keanu smiles into it, and you gasp a little as Alex takes your nipple into his mouth.

Your hand finds the back of his head, fingers tangling in curly blond hair as Keanu takes your jaw in his hand, deepening the kiss.

It's hot, the room getting stuffy with the weed and the scent of sex. Eventually, you all rearrange yourselves, peeling off layers of clothes and revealing supple, sweaty skin.

You find yourself back on Alex's lap, facing away from him this time.

His fingers reach in front of you to play with your pussy, your legs spread wide as Keanu stands before the two of you.

He's looking down at you with dark eyes, his hand around his dick as he watches Alex's fingers dip into you.

“Knew you'd look good like this, baby.” He breathes. “Like an angel, I swear.”

You feel Alex hum in agreement, his chest hot against your back as he bites at your neck.

You bite your lip, a sigh escaping you as he thumbs at your clit. You're sopping wet, your skin overheated from all of the attention you're getting.

You feel lightheaded at the prospect of both of these men taking you. Alex's dick is right at the entrance of your pussy, hard and warm against your skin.

When you take it in your hand, he groans a little, the tip slipping into you. You sigh, eyes falling shut as you raise yourself and slowly sink down onto him.

“Shit,” Alex grunts, head falling back against the couch.

Keanu steps forward, offering his dick up and you smile before you take the tip into your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes.

You roll your hips, Alex's hands guiding your movements as Keanu thrusts shallowly, hand in your hair.

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the moment and just feeling.

Alex's hands are warm on your waist, his hips raising to meet yours. He's making these gorgeous noises- soft gasps and moans that send sparks up your spine.

Keanu's hand in your hair tugs you up and down his dick, controlling yet gentle. His dick hits the back of your throat every now and then, spit and precum dripping down your chin as your throat makes this wet, clicking sound.

It's so hot, the two guys you want the most wanting you just as much.

You furrow your brow, moving your head to take Keanu deeper and relishing in the way he moans your name.

Alex bucks up into you, making you choke a little on Keanu.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Alex chuckles breathlessly, hot and high and horny. His hands pull you down onto his dick, not letting you pull up, just grinding upwards.

You moan around Keanu, the vibrations making the dark haired man throw his head back in pleasure.

Tears leak out of your eyes but you can't bring yourself to care. The way both men are dicking you down has your mind melting in the best way, your orgasm creeping up on you as Alex's dick assaults your g-spot, your legs shaking when he gets two fingers on your clit.

“Fuck, you gonna come baby?” Alex asks through gritted teeth, hands starting to rock you back and forth.

It makes you gasp when Keanu pulls his dick out of your mouth, a string of spit connecting it to your lips.

“Oh my-y god,” is all you can get out, Keanus's dick slipping against your mouth and diving back in.

Keanu laughs, tongue peaking between his teeth.

“Yeah she is, man.” He grabs your head, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth.

“Mmm,” you moan, loud and tearful as you look up at Keanu.

“God, when you look at me like that,” He trails off, shaking his head with an awed grin, biting his lip as the tip of his dick hits your throat again.

Alex groans loudly from behind you, his mouth dropped open as your walls squeeze tight around him. His fingers work frantically at your clit, touch made slippery and smooth by how wet they're making you.

“Gonna come inside, baby,” Alex tells you, your brain too scrambled to really register what's happening.

Your walls clench, your breathing coming in fast and shallow as your orgasm hits its peak.

Keanu takes his dick from your mouth, watching your face.

“Alex,” You almost sob, thighs shaking as he dicks you down good, pulling you so that your back is pressed tight to his chest.

“C'mon, Y/N, c'mon,” He encourages, voice raspy and hot against your ear.

Your orgam rolls through you, your eyes finding Keanu's as you come. Lips parted, eyes filled with tears, you feel yourself clench rhythmically around Alex, who's letting out his own gasps and sighs as he comes deep inside of you.

“Holy shit,” Keanu breathes, his dark eyes blown wide with lust.

You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, reaching for him.

“Want you to come in my mouth.” You tell him breathlessly, and who is he to deny you?

You work your hand up and down his dick, mouth following close behind.

“Fuck, you gonna swallow, baby?” Keanu asks, groaning low as you swipe your tongue over the head.

“She's a good girl, of course she will.” Alex says, his hand stroking down your back as his dick softens inside of you.

You like the weight of it there, making you feel claimed by him, something you had always wanted.

Keanu pulls you forward, your nose buried in his pubes, and he holds you there as he comes down your throat.

You make a point to swallow every last drop.

The three of you take stock of each other, sticky with come and sweat, smelling of weed and sex.

Alex raises an eyebrow.

“Shower, anyone?”

Alex's shower is definitely not meant for three grown adults, but you somehow make it work, washing Alex's hair while Keanu does your back.

It's sweet, making you sentimental and a little sorrowful that it can't be like this all the time.

You voice your opinion aloud when the three of you are all sitting around the living room again- Keanu with his feet up on Alex's coffee table, and you tucked under Alex's arm.

“Who says it can't be?” Alex asks, and you look up at him, hopeful.

“We like you, you like us, we like each other.” Alex explains, connecting the dots. “Who's stopping us?”

It hits you then, what Keanu had meant when he told you to think about Alex and your relationship, how it's progressed as you've gotten older.

Alex wants you just like you've been wanting him.

You can't help the smile that stretches across your face, leaning further into Alex.

“You two should come with me for my movie, make sure I'm putting all that ‘practice’ to good use.”

Keanu laughs, and Alex pulls you in tighter.

“Baby, we'll be there.”

[klecrone]

This illustration by @elkleggs is just so warm and cozy and easy to fall into, and I'm so thrilled to share it with you with my latest story update!

I love the idea of hinting at more of Bucky’s life in Wakanda, and while there were certainly some rough and trying times, I’d like to think there were a lot of peaceful and nourishing ones too. There’s something sweet about him connecting with the people around him, and the idea that asking to borrow one of Yama’s sister’s hairbands came with a promise that she could style his hair was an amusing one to me, and I adore Elklegg’s take on their interaction!

Elkleggs captured such a sweet and charming moment with these two. Please check out her Twitter and Tumblr pages to see more of her beautiful art!

Chapter 82: "Completely Inconspicuous" - (Read on Ao3) "Winter of the White Wolf"

[blizzardfluffykpop]

alright~ a few updates about everything! so this weekend I'll be seeing changkyun in chicago- so I prolly won't be posting until after I'm alive again from that 😂😅 (I am vv excited about it- I just know I'll be vv tired when I return home). Anyways, I have a few fics in the works~ one of them that is a request 🤭 I'm vv excited to work on them! But I think I'm going to change my masterlist a bit when I come back. I'm going to retire a few groups from the main masterlist and I've been debating for the past year about it... But I think I'm going to add a yearly masterlist- So it would go from most recent to the beginning of this year~

I'm also thinking about changing my pfp- I haven't been really into stray kids for uh... years- But I will be sure to make an update about that if I go thru with that too- (It may be ji changmin next 🫣🤭)

Anyways those are my few updates 🥰💖

[swashbucklery]

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Today on PCE Reads Winter Butterfly Again (spoilers if yaint read it) :

We know I’m a huge Style Girlie, and I’ve said before that this fic is the one that introduced me to Cryle as a ship. And I love both this Kyle and this Craig, but the destruction of long term relationships in this story is HEARTBREAKING!!! The nuance of Creek (Tweek’s character in general holy shit), the crumbling of Style and the broken trust that they try to make work after the fact, just GOD!!!

I love the slow wedge jwink drives between Stan and Kyle. The sweetness of their relationship beginning to unravel due to lost faith in each other, secrets, the emotional turmoil, the GUILT?!?

Kyle in the beginning of this story really spoke to me too. I stumbled across this fic for the first time when I was extremely depressed, never leaving my apartment, and throughout the past couple months of that phase of my life I’ve read it multiple times, seen myself in him. His melancholy throughout is so tangible dude, like I know I read a SHIT TON and this remains one of my favorite sp fics, even though my favorite pairing isn’t endgame lol

Yeah I’m a chronic rereader what else is new

[burninlovebutler]

Do you have plans to write any more chapters of Forever Winter or The Intern? I’m obsessed with with your writing🫶🥹🤍🥵

hi anon thank you for your ask🩷

Just an Intern & Forever Winter fic updates

hello everyone i know this is long overdue 🥲 - firstly i’d like to say thank you for anyone who has commented/messaged/asked about the status/future of my fics - i realize that i have been absent for quite some time & i apologize for my lack of response to messages / lack of updates 🥲

i honestly did not expect anyone to notice my lack of updates for my silly little stories or notice my absence at all - i’m honestly shocked at how many of you are interested/invested in them, especially an entire year later - thank you so much for taking the time to read them, support them or even reach out to ask about updates 🥺🩷

that being said, i want to try and finish both fics - i am by no means making any promises or timelines but IT IS a goal of mine to continue them & at least at this point, they are NOT discontinued but simply on hold since i have started to tentatively work on them again (slowly)

Just an Intern will probably be the first one to be updated 🦋⛓️

in the meantime - my asks are open to any questions about the plot, lore, spoilers, etc if you are interested 💓💓

thank you SO MUCH for being patient with me 🥲🫶🏻 i hope you all are doing well 🩷

comment to be added to future taglists ?

[littencloud9]

kunikidazai... [wailing.jpeg]

[ourlittlesky]

OIHINA NATION !!!

let me share with you this fic i'm working on in ao3:

haikyuu!! time-skip.

hinata and oikawa in brazil.

hinata is struggling, but toto is here to help.

romantic fluff.

their job is beach.

you can read it here. enjoy <3

[vihesternikko]

i was taking a nap to rest and see FOREVER WINTER UPDATE hang on yall i need to recalibrate and wake up first i need to gear up this is my day today

[mareenavee]

Winter Friends Are Friends Forever

This was a prompt fill from my very, very dear friend Jinumon! (Chyeah that's the one I'm writin' the original book with lol.)

He didn't actually put the strangeness restriction on me, this time. I decide that on my own for a challenge LOL and I think it was fun, even if difficult. (:

The Prompt:

“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

Special shoutout to @archangelsunited for the amazing beta reading work. You are invaluable. I love that I learn new things and different perspectives when I get to read through your comments and dig into the editing. AH it's my favorite.

Without further ado,

Winter Friends Are Friends Forever

Cold.

Always cold now, because Man didn’t light the fire anymore. Or couldn’t. He was like the rabbit Meeko had just caught. Only bones—or would be soon enough.

Sad.

Meeko didn’t like that. He whimpered to himself. It was strange and quiet in this place. No more ear scratches, no more treats. No light. No fire. No blankets. None of it. House was empty and Man was in his long sleep and the storms just kept coming. The snow wasn’t so bad. Better than loud rain, but not better than mud. Snow didn’t make the sadness go away, though—at least, not for long.

He gnawed thoughtfully at the rabbit’s leg bone until it snapped. The marrow was fine, but he was still hungry—and that meant he’d have to go catch another. He whined, though nobody was around to hear him. The sound echoed out over the frozen field behind House. Meeko only ever made that noise because Man would ask him questions whenever he heard it. Meeko didn’t understand Man most of the time, except for a few words. ‘Food’ was his favorite one. ‘Outside’ normally was second best, but lately it was the same as ‘Inside,’ or maybe a little bit worse—almost like ‘No,’ or ‘Bad Dog.’

He missed Man’s voice—if he’d only wake up from the long sleep and talk again, Meeko wouldn’t mind. But he knew it couldn’t happen. He’d seen so many long sleeps happen in his time. Before Man had left the stone city behind and built House out here in the woods, Girl had a long sleep. When Girl was nothing but a squalling bundle of blankets, Lady had a long sleep. He remembered the new beds Man made for them under all that dirt.

Still sad.

Meeko let out another whine. Only an echo of the sound through the forest ever answered.

He wandered back to House and stepped inside, snowy paws leaving wet marks on the wooden floor. In a storm, the door had been damaged, and hung off its hinges at the top. It squeaked when he pushed past it into the dark. Man still slept on his bed. Meeko nudged his hand—almost all bone now—which hung off the side. It would not wake him. It never did, but it wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t do it.

Meeko would catch another rabbit, but he wouldn’t go unless House was okay. He nosed around each corner, pausing to bark at a spider crawling up the wall. Those things never listened. When he caught them, they crunched and tasted bitter—not like rabbit. He didn’t like them. He couldn’t help it, though. They moved with all those legs, and he had to catch them. Meeko didn’t make the rules. When the spider was out of reach, he remembered that he was still hungry. He grumbled as he walked back out into the snow. The ground was icy and stung the bottom of his feet if he stayed still too long.

Still cold. -> Read the rest on AO3!

[klecrone]

This painting by @hail-hawk-eye is just so beautifully emotive, and I’m so honored to have the opportunity to share it with you!

There's many scenes that have a deep personal meaning to me in this story, and one in particular discussed grief. I often see sensitive topics like grief brushed over in many types of media (Marvel included), and it was nice to carve out space for it in this story and to let these characters sit with one another and discuss emotionally messy topics in what I hoped was a really compelling way.

Years after it was written, I reached out to Sam on a whim to see if he might be interested in creating an illustration for Chapter 30: "Remembrance." To say what he created was astounding and full of raw emotion is an immense understatement. There are so many precious details, and so much gravitas in it, and I’m just so utterly touched by his creation and his willingness to push himself out of his comfort zone with such a poignant piece of art. I cherish the conversations he and I shared about grief we’d individually experienced, and I truly can't thank him enough for what he created here. As such, I’d like to dedicate this chapter to his beloved “Maggy.”

One of the things I love about fandom in general is the ability to explore fictional characters and themes and to remix them with all sorts of interests and emotions, and this scene in particular has always meant a lot to me. It was waiting for the right impetus and artist to really do it justice and create a scene that the viewer could really sink into. I so deeply appreciate Sam being open to chasing it, and for being open to taking the time to really bring it to life through-and-through. Please check out Sam’s social media accounts to see more of his incredible art!

Chapter 91: "Refraction and Recalibration" - (Read my story on Ao3 and FFnet) "Winter of the White Wolf" MCU FanFic

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

sending you an ask so we don't keep reblogging the same post back and forth lol

you have a fursona?? that's awesome

im not a furry or whatever but I think it would be fun to make a fursona, i just dunno what it would be

also furries are so hard to drawww. their anatomy makes no sense

also also, nightwings are super cool! i didn't even realize that they would have bat-like noses, but that makes so much sense. i haven't drawn wof dragons in a while, but I might do that again soon...

oh I'm not a furry either lmao i just like 2 draw animals :] my little brother is though!! but he doesn't do art so he asked me to draw his fursona once so i thought it was fun and made myself a couple hehe!! I'm at work rn so i don't have any pics of the bat one on me rn but I DO have my fish >:]

this one is more recent (just updated him for artfight) i just think it's fun 2 draw myself as little guys !!!!!!!!! I dont consider myself a furry but I have mad respect for them hell yeah. also I'm super indecisive so I've made like 3 or 4 different fursonas over the years just for sillies