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chigirizzz · 1 year

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ONE STEP FORWARD, TWO STEPS BACK — I. SAE

warnings/tags: angst, hurt/a little bit of comfort, gn! reader, descriptions of physical symptoms of anxiety, ooc sae??, not proofread

summary: love is confusing. a part of you knows sae loved you; another part of you makes you question that. if both parts can't coexist, was your relationship worth fighting for?

wc: 2.3k

notes: this one was difficult to write man. i literally rewrote almost every paragraph dozens of times until i thought this entire thing was worth of being posted. while writing this i was literally biting my own fist out of frustration lmao.

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being a professional football player for sure brings a lot of things in your life: fame, money, awards, fans, haters, sponsors, you name it. but one thing that no one ever seems to talk about is the painful feeling inside someone’s entire body when under the extreme pressure—the shortness of breath, the rapid beating of the heart, the big knot on the throat, the tightening of the stomach, the burning sensation in the eyes due to increased blood circulation, and so on.

sae was used to those feelings. it was part of his life as an athlete—it was part of his life ever since he was a young boy, like when he had to get ready to leave his home country to live in another one, practically alone, without his family. for days, young itoshi sae felt in panic, nauseous and was disturbed by severe headaches.

it’s funny how emotions can make you physically sick, right?

of course, anyone can feel like this—it's completely normal and it’s what makes us humans. for a singer, those symptoms of sickness might happen mostly on the stage; for a baker, those nerves might happen mostly when getting ready the perfect wedding cake; for a writer, that anxiety might happen mostly when publishing a book, afraid of what people will think of it and if it will sell well.

for football players, those sensations are, most of the time, absorbed by their bodies and minds the moment they step on the field.

sae falls into this category.

then, at the end of the day, people can still live through situations that make them feel anxious outside of their professions—perhaps they have to get ready for a date; perhaps they got lost and can't find the right path to go home.

sae does not fall into this category. he is a rational man who avoids people and feelings not related to his career. he always knows what to do and what not to do.

but today, today is different. today sae itoshi is in the second category, and he might be stuck in there for a while, who knows.

sitting on the edge of the bed you both share, he inhales deeply as his hands make their way to grab said edges. the soft material of the bedspread under his fingers helped him cool down a little bit. so soft ♡. he exhaled after holding his breath for a few seconds.

he could hear your sobs.

you were sitting on the comfy sofa placed in the small, elegant balcony connected to your shared bedroom. although the curtains were blocking the outside view, the chilly, cold wind of the night would constantly move the brownish pink curtains to give the man the perfect—and heartbroken—sight of your figure in a curled up position, crying, with no sign of stopping so soon.

(brownish pink curtains… you wanted to buy those because it reminded you of sae's hair. of your boyfriend's hair. he could still hear your laugh when you suggested buying those.)

you too were in a psychological and physical distress; you too were in the second category—the difference, however, was that you have been in that same category for a while; meanwhile sae has only entered it today.

sae didn’t like the feeling of his sunken heart, of the big knot on his throat and of the tightening of his stomach’s walls when looking at you so miserable like that. and the worst part? he was the reason you were in that state.

in case you didn't understand yet, my dear reader, itoshi sae broke your heart once again and now your relationship is at a great risk of ending. by saying that sae has officially entered the "second category", we get the idea that said man is now anxious, scared, and physically sick with the thought of losing you—the anxiety that he only felt on the field and never in his personal life? he's feeling it right now.

and it’s only now that he understands how much he disappointed you ever since you two started dating. he remembers it all now: how he didn’t show any interest in your thoughts and hobbies (which is not true, he was just devoid of emotions but it still hurt you), how cold his responses could get, how he never denied that his career was the number one priority, the dry messages he sent you when you were excited, how mean he could be to other people even if you’d tell him how much you hated that attitude of his, how he would just gave you a gift after a fight instead of properly apologizing, how he stood up on you several times on a restaurant, all ready for him to arrive for your date, only to not appear because he preferred to stay late at practice and ended up forgetting the plans you both made…

the true—although not surprising at all—is, the oldest itoshi wasn’t good with feelings; he knew what to do and what not to do during matches, but when it came to human beings, he didn’t have an idea of what he should do or what to say—and let’s be honest, he didn't care about it either. sae did love you, though. the way he looks at you proves it; the marks he would leave on your body during nights so full of lust and romance that would be capable of shedding emotional tears from aphrodite’s eyes proved it; the way he'd roll his eyes and proceed to place soft kisses on your fingers when you complained of the water being too hot after finishing washing the dishes proved it.

the engagement ring he bought for you that is hidden in a safe place where you couldn’t find it proved it.

and now there might not be a day where he could put the ring around your finger and watch you giggle like a teenager in love.

his heart weighs heavier now, almost like it’s getting ready to be swallowed by the black hole formed on his stomach. fuck. he passes his hand through his reddish brown hair, tugging a few strands.

he got out of the bed and made his way to the door of the small balcony. there you were, still in a curled up position. your sobs have stopped already but a sniff or two could be heard.

“talk to me.” the genius didn’t know exactly what his tone was. tiredness? begging? regret? i-don’t-care-at-all-stop-acting-like-this? this man sure was confusing. there was no response, the only thing that could be heard were the sounds of the leaves of the trees moving with the wind, almost mocking, not sae, but you.

the way you rolled your eyes was unknown to him.

“seriously, y/n. head inside so we can talk—”

“fuck you, itoshi, leave me alone.” your intention wasn’t to be mean to him, you didn't think before speaking—it hurt both you and him—, but sometimes harsh words were better in specific times. this is a specific time, you should have shared your thoughts a long time ago. “you wanna talk now? you usually just buy me roses without saying anything.”

“i’m trying to fix things up.”

you turned your head to look at him, a sad smile on your lips. “and i appreciate it, really, but i’m just so fucking tired, sae.” your voice broke on the word “tired”. “and you just want to talk now because i said i was thinking of breaking up with you during our fight earlier? why, sae, why…” more tears were threatening to fall, voice still breaking.

teal colored eyes darkened. you were now looking at the view in front of you. you guys lived in a really peaceful neighborhood with big, expensive houses. the view was nothing special (a few trees, a few parked cars, a park near you), but it wasn't bad either. it's not like the view mattered as long as you lived with the love of your life.

even if said love of your life could sometimes be difficult to put up with.

you remember when you started dating him and met his younger brother, who had the audacity to say with a serious face that you would regret dating your boyfriend. although you now understand the point rin was trying to make, you didn't regret being with sae; you didn't regret anything at all. and if you were to be honest, you wanted to ignore the fight and just spend the night watching a movie or something, but you had to act like a mature adult and find a better solution.

were you, though, being a mature adult by giving that response to sae when he said he wanted to talk? you were genuinely confused.

sighting and while wiping your tears, you patted the uncopied place of the sofa beside you. "ok, let's talk. sit." the man did what you told and you moved away a few centimeters to give him more space. it was… silence. a mix of comfortable and uncomfortable silence.

without looking at you, sae rested his hand on top of yours, causing you to flinch a little by surprise, but paid no mind and let him interlock his fingers with yours, your thumb now caressing his pinky finger.

"what… what do you want to say?"

"were you telling the truth earlier?"

"about me breaking up with you?" a "mhm" was his answer. "yes, i was ." by the corner of your eye you noticed he stared at you after those words. your mind couldn't decipher what his thoughts were. "i don't like being stood up on a date two times in the same month, y'know?"

the man sighted. "i was busy with practice. and i literally warned you at a good time, you just got to the place too early."

you let out a chuckle in an ironic way. "you did warn me, yes, and i wouldn't mind if it was once or twice, but enough is enough, itoshi." it was the second time of the night—scratch that, it was the second time in your entire life that you called him by his surname. even when you were only friends, you would call him by his first name or by cute, silly nicknames. the second time the word itoshi came out of your mouth, it was full of venom; venom that seemed to wrap so tightly around his heart. "i know your career is extremely important to you. i understand that and i want to support you in any way, shape and form, however, things can't keep going like this."

"i see." the reddish brown haired man looked at both your hands still together. you didn't let go of him, you didn't want to and he didn't want it either. “i understand.”

he should say something more. something more profound, more romantic, capable of making you stay, but what can the prodigy do about it? sure, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want you to stay with him, but the decision was yours and he had to take it, whether he liked it or not; whether it’d left him heartbroken or not. besides, he now understands just how much he confused you with his true feelings. you both were tired of the constant kiss and make up.

just how sae could be an egoistic on the field, he could be also one on his private life (just ask literally anybody and they will confirm).

you let go of his fingers to turn your arm so that your palm was facing upwards, in contact with his, and you interlock your fingers again. “it’s not easy for me but… i feel like it’s the best choice.”

you spent a few seconds looking into each other's eyes, until sae leaned his forehead against yours and you did the same, with your eyes closed and enjoying the cold night breeze hitting your bodies, the breeze contrasting with the bittersweet heat formed in your hearts.

“so… is it decided…”

“yes… it is.” you were glad that he respected your decision and that you discussed the matter without further discussion. “i’ll still pack my things today. in the morning i’ll call a friend and ask them to stay at their house for a few days. then i’ll see how it goes.”

“hm.”

he offered to help you pack your bags, but you refused—him helping you would only make you more emotional and rethink your decision. that night, you and your now ex-boyfriend slept on the same bed, back to back.

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"hey,” it was now the next morning and you had just gotten ready to leave the house. sae called you before you had a chance to get out the door. “do not hesitate to call me if you need anything.”

a smile formed on your lips. now that you were changing your path in life, it seemed that you just lost a heavy weight on your shoulders. sae didn't like that, but again, he was in no position to make you stay. “ thank you sae, really. the same goes for you, though. and don’t overwork yourself.”

those words and the little chuckle that followed hurt sae like a bitch. you always told him to not work himself till exhaustion, yet he always ignored you…

“well… goodbye, itoshi.” before he’d answer, you stepped out of the door, closing it behind you.

as the sound of the engine of your friend’s car starting up reached his ears, he made his way to the bedroom, to reach out for the engagement ring he bought for you. he layed on the bed, hugging the tiny ring’s box, hot tears running silently down his cheeks to the pillow.

you were gone. you were officially gone.

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tagging: @izzylovestnbhd

thank you for reading. likes, reblogs and coments are appreciated ♡

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock angst #bllk angst #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae angst #blue lock x you

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chiiyuuvv · 10 months

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Heya sweetie, how about a cuddling headcannon with Riize? Ty 🩶

• PAIRING — bf!riize x fem!reader (can always ignore)

• GENRE — CUDDLINGG :DD, fluffy

• WORD COUNT — 453

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — thank you for being my first riize request!! Hope you enjoy ♡

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

SHOTARO ☆

He'd be so giggly when he sees you in his hoodie, holding your hands out with a pout

And he would engulf your small body, making you lay back on the bed

Tickles because he wants to hear your laugh :(

He'd also be so smiley too, being able to be so close to his favorite girl

Please kiss his cheek :( ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

Is so sweet and gentle :(

Just like "oh, you want cuddles? Come here, come here." As he gesturing you to him

Picks you up and spins you around with a kiss

On the verge of melting because you're just so cute and he feels so soft in your presence

Plays pic-a-boo with you ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Also feel like he's a big tickler

Just having you lay on the sofa with him hovering you, tickling the tears out of your body

But would stop and wrap his arms around you, laying on your body and his head resting on the crook of your neck

Would whisper how much he loves and adores you

But always denies it if you repeat it back to him ♡

WONBIN ☆

You guys were watching a movie and he insisted that you sit on his lap even though there was a lot of space on the couch

Rests his head in the crook of your neck, feeding you some snacks while laughing about how funny the movie is

Tucks your hair back if it was in your face

Defo rubs your tummy

And maybe even a few neck kisses to make you feel extra comfy ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

Would pause his game when you straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his body

Pushes your body back so your back is hitting the edge of his desk, laying some kisses on your face

A little heated make out session that breaks because of his smile

Keeps running his hand through your hair, complimenting how pretty you look

Defo gets cute agression ♡

SOHEE ☆

"Noo~ I'm not cute!!" He would whine the second he suggests that he wants to be the little spoon

Wants lots of kisses littered on his face and with the prettiest smile

Would tell you about his day as hes resting on your stomach, playing with your fingers

Also wants forehead kisses !!

He'll reward you with another one of his hoodies, spraying cologne over it so it would smell just like him ♡

ANTON ☆

Randomly back hugs you but is too shy to tell you why

Lays little kisses on your neck when youre not paying attention to him

He just wants you to sit on his lap :(

Blushes when you turn around to kiss him

Would randomly grab your hand and start dancing with you, laughing the entire time ♡

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axel-skz · 1 year

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You’re not funny…

A/N: I feel not tired at all and kind of nauseous. I think I’m severely dehydrated but drinking the water gives me even more nausea so… tf do I do? Write a fanfic and ignore my problems. I did not proof read it and It’s not a literary masterpiece so please, lower your expectations lol (shuffled my stray kids playlist and we got thunderous this time ;) for our boys thunderous dance moves (I mean that was terrible but I wanna play a song for every fic now so, yeah lol))

Summary: Minho is expecting a nice weekend together that he needed very much but you’re planning to play a prank.

Minho x Gender neutral reader

Minho had been getting frustrated very fast lately. Getting burnt out a lot because this comeback had been so demanding. He could see all the work coming too because they had been told, they were going on tour.

Now he was agitated because he was working all the time and he couldn’t spend time with his loved ones.

He knew what would make him feel better though. Spending time with you. All he was looking forward to all week was a whole weekend with you.

What he didn’t know was that the perfect storm was brewing. At the time where he wanted nothing but affection fhe most, you had the plan to play a prank on him.

You would try your best to swerve anytime he wanted a kiss or a hug. You had seen it on tiktok a lot recently and you just really wanted to try it out.

Horrible timing honestly but you had no idea.

He had called on monday and you would both be spending the weekend together. He hadn’t told you about the tour either because he hadn’t got the chance to. You would never be playing this prank if you knew.

Friday afternoon, he arrives. You hear him knocking on your door and instantly, you ready yourself. Usually you would run to him in the most dramatic way possible and give him a hug. He acted like he hated it but it made him feel wanted.

While he thought about how much he needed that hug, you were making sure you wouldn’t do it. As you opened the door, he stood there for what felt like a century, expecting the hug. You looked st him with confusion.

‘You good?’ You asked with a puzzled look.

‘You usually hug me when you open the door,’ he also looked extremely confused.

‘Oh, you hate it so I thought I wouldn’t do it. Come in,’ you smiled at him. As he walked in, you took the things he was carrying. It was your way of busying yourself.

He let out a sigh as he sat on the sofa, ‘I’m so tired. I could barely sleep yesterday.’

‘Aww, that’s sad. Have you had a hard time sleeping for a while or just last night?’ You came back after putting his bag in your room.

He looked at you and you could see how tired he was, ‘all week. So much work and I just don’t even want to think about it. It’s early as hell but can we watch a movie and take a nap?’

Code for watch something and cuddle. He wasn’t one to just outright ask for physical contact so you had gotten use to recognising when he wanted it and how he asked.

‘Of course we can do that,’ you smiled at him and set up everything for a movie.

You got some sweets and popcorn with the softest blankets. You picked a feel good movie that you both really liked and started to get settled. You played the movie and sat down on the floor.

He was surprised, ‘why are you on the floor? There’s plenty of room on the sofa.’

‘You should stretch out and get comfy. It’ll be easier to fall asleep. I have some work I need to do so I’ll sit here and do it when you fall asleep,’ you said while feigning interest in the movie.

It’s like you could feel him pouting. And he was.

‘Could you not do the work tomorrow?’

‘I’m sorry, my love. It’s urgent. I need to get it in by the end of the day.’

‘S’okay…’ he covered himself in blankets and got comfortable. He didn’t let it show just how hurt he was by it.

He fell asleep after a little while. He woke up a couple hours later and you had nodded off while working on the floor. Your brief was on the table and he looked at it.

He tried to help you with your work sometimes because you liked his opinions on it. As he read through it, he noticed it wasn’t due for another two weeks. That hurt him again because he didn’t understand why you lied.

He moved back and laid back down. He didn’t know how long he stared at the cieling before you woke up. He pretended to sleep when you got up to check on him. You picked up your stuff after you fixed the blanket so it was covering him properly.

After that, you started cooking for dinner. He took a little while before he got up. He acted groggy as he walked into kitchen. You heard him shuffle in and it was so hard not to hug him when he looked so cute with the wayward hair and the puffy cheeks.

‘Sleep well?’ You asked as you moved to the fridge.

‘Mhm, something about this place helps me sleep,’ he smiled.

‘Pff- you’re so sweet,’ you giggled a bit as you gave him some juice.

‘I was talking about your sofa and the tv but whatever helps you sleep at night.’

You playfully glared at him, ‘they’re mine and they help you so ultimately, it’s all me.’

You began washing some extra pots as you let him know what you were cooking and that it was almost done. You felt him get up and walk over. As he got closer, you quickly put what you were washing down and moved away to the stove.

A look of hurt and confusion flashed on his face for a second but it was gone as fast as it came. He followed to look at the food but kept a little distance. He didn’t understand at all what was going on.

You guys set the table up and ate your meal.

He was extremely silent the whole time and it was a very awkward 25 minutes. He offered to do the dishes and as he grabbed the last one, he leaned in to kiss you out of habit as he said thank you. You swerved and this seemed to be his breaking point.

He froze for a moment but then put the plate down and kneeled next to you. He took your hands in his and he looked into your eyes.

‘Y/N, what have I done? I don’t remember doing anything to hurt you and that may also be bad but whatever it is, I’m sorry. Please just tell me and let me fix it,’ he looked so torn up inside and it hurt your heart to see him like that.

And then you broke. (Because you would be a menace to society if you didn’t finally tell him what was going on)

‘I’M SO SORRY! Hold on… I’ll explain,’ You pulled him off the floor and took him over to the sofa. You both sat down. ‘It was such a stupid idea but I saw this prank on tik tok and I wanted to do it.’

The sad look on his face hurt your soul, ‘so you don’t hate me?’

‘God no! I could never!’ You leaned forward and gave him a hug. ‘I’m so sorry! It was a stupid idea!’

He hugged you back in an instant. You were basically in his lap, his face hidden in your neck. ‘Can we just stay like this for a while?’

You nodded and hugged him harder, ‘Can I turn off the kitchen light first?’

‘I’ll pay your electricity bill.’

‘I was kidding,’ you smiled.

‘Someone has to tell you, you’re not funny,’ you could feel him smirk.

‘So mean and hurtful, for what reason?!’ You jokingly sniffled.

‘Feel my pain,’ he laughed.

‘If it makes you feel better, fine,’ you hugged him a little tighter. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘S’okay. I’m just glad it was a prank.’

‘I love you most.’

‘I love you even more’

A/N: I’m thinking of a part two for this. I dont know. Cus I mentioned a tour so maybe it’s worth playing that out a bit. Lemme know what you think.

Please like and reblog and submit your prompts/requests :)

I’m writing anything that comes to mind right now so suggestions would be great.

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

The following parts will probably not come and this was made as a stand alone story. If you’re still wanting to continue reading after this, go for it :) I just wanted to warn you cus if I were you, Id want someone to warn me.

Part 2

#lee know #lee know x reader #lee minho #stray kids #stray kids hurt/comfort #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz lee know #hurt/comfort #minho x reader #x reader #skz fanfic #stray kids angst #angst #skz angst #gender neutral reader

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hotluncheddie · 2 years

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steve and robin are drunk. it’s about 6pm, they started at 3 and they’re having a blast! upside down shit is over! they’re best friends! young, dumb and having fun baby!!

'this was a great idea, its great, i love being drunk' steve's listening to robin's rambling, nodding and smiling. she's so funny and cool, god he loves her so much!

there's a knock at the door and steve rolls off of the couch, stumbling to his feet, very very elegantly thank you. 'steve steeeeeve no this is the best part, watch steve. watch look how hot she is!' robin is pointing at the screen but steve has no idea what film is on... the actress does look kind of hot tho. 'you're so right.' he tells her and she just nods over and over, eyes not leaving the screen.

steve rips the door open, ‘eddie!! hey robin eddies here how cool is that?’ god this is great! eddies here! steve loves eddie! well you know not like that... not yet...

‘let’s goooooo’ robin shouts from the lounge.

‘party time is it stevie?’ eddie smiles rocking back and forward a little on his heels, steve can't stop staring at him. wow. eddie!

'...can i come in or.. or is it steve and robin only time?' gasping steve processes what eddie is saying. reaching to grip him by the wrist, pulling him inside 'of course you can come in eddie! robin put some weird movie on i don't understand so you have to come save me'

steve doesn't spot the surprised smile that brightens eddies face at the contact. or the way his heart is squeezing at the free sort of happiness emanating from definitely wasted steve harrington. 'of course your highness'

steve giggles at that, dragging eddie to where robin is now sprawled over the recliner, her glass of wine back in hand. steve picks up his own glass and offers it to eddie. 'were drinking wine to be classy and because robin likes vampires now.'

'interview with a vampire read very gay steve' robin has her eyes on the movie still, lips staines red.

'i'm good, angel, i gotta drive back in a bit' eddie pushes the glass back towards steve who blushes and drops on the sofa. 'and i couldn't agree more buckley. now, not judging, but is there a reason you've gone on this very classy bender on a thursday?' eddie takes in the couple wine bottles on the table, sitting next to steve, close enough for their knees to brush.

'we work retail. this is basically saturday. we don't get weekends. time isn't real.' robin states pointing an accusing finger at eddie, her hair totally flat on one side and cheeks rosy.

they go on but steve has lost track of the conversation, he only knows it's happening because he can see eddies lips moving. they're nice lips, eddie likes to say nice things to steve. steve likes that. he likes eddie. he drains his glass, leaning forward to refill it and slumping back to look at eddie again. he's a little closer now, his brain points out. nice.

'you gonna be okay stevie? i gotta go have dinner with wayne, i only came by to drop you this.' eddie pulls a tape from inside his jacket and holds it up, tapping steve in the nose with it. steve giggles again.

'mmm yeah we'll be okay, off tomorrow, couch is comfy to sleep on.' steve wiggles his eyebrows and snuggles down more into the sofa, as if to prove his point. he beams as eddie laughs at him.

'metal?' steve asks, drinking more and holding the tape up close to his face. why are the words blurry? ah! wine! that's why. yes.

'some, not all. mostly just songs i think you'll like' eddie is looking at him and if steve was more sober he might see how nervous eddie is.

mostly steve just sees how pink his lips are as his tongue swipes over them and how big and sparkly his eyes are. always so sparkly, how does he do that?!

'you’re so pretty eddie' steve can't help it. eddie has to know, its, its important. so important that eddie munson knows just how pretty he is. how pretty steve thinks he is.

'pretty eddie. pretty hair, pretty eyes.' steve looks all over eddies face, trying to take it all in.

eddies eyes widen and his cheeks dust pink. there he goes again, steve thinks, being pretty! he can't take it!

'god, harrington you can't just say that' eddie looks at him incredulous, but smiling.

'ugh don't call me that, and i can say whatever i want. its my house and my wine party, thank you very much.' steve sips his drink, going for huffy but he's too drunk to really care, quickly going back to looking at eddie from his slumped position in the couch.

'apologies princess. how about this? call me tomorrow and if you still think I'm pretty we can talk about it then, kay?' eddie eyes are soft, if a little guarded not quite as sparkly.

'mkay, dunno why i'd stop just because it's tomorrow tho.' steve frowns a little, looking into his glass. eddies always been pretty.

'i see. well, i gotta go now stevie but i'll see you soon yeah? you'll look after robin and get some sleep?' eddie tucks some hair behind steves ear and oh. oh. that's nice. sleeve preens, blinking slowly, nodding.

he twists on the sofa, watching as eddie leaves with a little wave. listens as the rev of his engine grows faint into the distance. leaving the room quiet apart from robin's soft snores.

'tomorrow' steve whispers, before he goes to get glasses of water ready for them both and promptly passes out onto the sofa. face smushed into the pillow that smells most like eddie.

...

woken abruptly by the shrill ring of the phone, eddie stumbles into the living room, noting that the clock reads 9am. who the fuck would ring at 9 in the fucking morning?

he rips the phone away from the receiver. 'yes?'

'hey pretty boy.'

‘oh.’

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fluff #drunk steve harrington #robin and steve are besties it’s tru #and steve calls eddie pretty boy it’s tru its tru #<3 #just something silly for the gorls #hotlunch #my fic #drabbles

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creaman · 6 months

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Idk if I'm allowed to encourage this but everything you said about Kung fu Panda 4 is correct, it not only killed my grandma but massacred my bloodline. The only saving grace of that movie was the cute Dad stuff, and that the theater I watched it in had comfy reclining sofa chairs as seats.

Although you can make the point that Li and Ping 'distract from the film', being the B plot, they are genuinely the only good part of the movie. Again, you could argue that their absense would mean more time to develop the A plot, but their precense is the only funny and charming part of the film and the A plot had plenty of time.

The movie has the same runtime as its predecessors, but chose to spend near all of its time padding out the A plot with spoken exposition and filler chase sequences when it could have been fleshing out The Chameleon as a villain and developing Zhen and Po's dynamic.

Now taking this opportunity to talk about some of the secondary points I didn't get to cover in the primary post (hating is my passion)

Original Post

KFP4 spoilers again

Juniper City Sequence

A lot of the comedy is generic subversion — A statement followed by a verbal or visual contradiction which is standard, worn out and the laziest most predictable form of comedy.

There was also a scene that actually made me pause the movie and cackle; not from the humour, but from the sheer absurdity; — in which Po refers to himself as “—The Kung Fu Panda!”

Has never previously referred to himself as this

Has never been referred to as that by others

This is a genius scene which takes inspiration from the most memorable sequence in Kung Fu Panda 2, in which Lord Shen utters the chilling line, "You see, I need my Kung Fu Panda Too." (So powerful. Brought tears to my eyes.)

Smarmy. Arrogant. Unearned. Even if this was the Kung Fu Panda I knew and loved, what a pompous way to put it.

The Staff of Wisdom

It's pretty great. I tuned out all the lore, mostly because the first scene with this object is Po exclaiming "The staff of wisdom!" followed by nothing but exposition.

It's the implication that he's nothing without it, and that it embodies the Dragon Warrior. He's reduced to a staff which essentially has no function until the end. It sticks out in every scene because this meathead carries it everywhere, like its his house keys.

This one is a nitpick, but I think it looks stupid. It was fine in the third film because it functions as a little trophy for him, having defeated General Kai and finding peace with his identity — but it's too small for him, reads like a fucking lollipop and he looks ridiculous holding it because he doesn't use it in most of his scenes so it's just dead weight for the entire runtime.

The Final Act

This part is a little less structured — I had stopped taking proper notes and started typing 'WHY??' and 'FUCK YOU'.

The Kung Fu Masters. My favourite part of the film, as a Lord Shen enthusiast, was when they brought him in for two seconds and then had him sit in a cage with no spoken dialogue for the remainder of the sequence. Why are they here? Why is kung fu stored in the spirit? (pee is stored in the balls?)

Just tried to talk about the bowing scene again but I just know I'm going to give myself an aneurysm. Postponed.

The defeat of The Chameleon. Among the most memorable villain defeats, we bring you: head trauma.

The Amalgamation. Oh man. Sorcery was already a stretch in the worldbuilding of Kung Fu Panda. Now you're telling me The Chameleon can shift into a huge amalgamation of all the kung fu masters? This has nothing to do with kung fu anymore — artificially inflated as a threat by being... bigger.

Spoilers, She doesn't even do anything with this. Kind of just runs around snapping at their heels.

The Chameleon really doesn't utilise her abilities at all. She turns into Lord Shen to... to kick Po. Not to manipulate him psychologically or anything, but to... kick him. Alright.

They opted to make the fight sequence cool (by having the Chameleon shift between forms for no real purpose) but the fight scene is a nothing burger, in which no real damage is done to either party until Po busts out the pwn stick.

Closing Statements

I don't hate Kung Fu Panda 4 (blatant lie). I wanted the film to succeed, genuinely. But the state of it now...

Mess. Bury it.

#creaman-answer-sheet.pdf #creaman talks to drywall #kung fu panda 4 #kfp #hating on main #spoilers #vent again #discussion #criticism #you drive me to drink kung fu panda 4

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fakegingerrights · 11 months

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Stars, that tree is sexy

[This is kinda a new idea I'm trying out so I'll see how this works. Just short one-two scene fics about 5-6 hundred words I can write in between classes. Have a fluffy Crosshair x reader. No TW, and the pet name Crosshair calls reader comes from edeeemir, "to bite" and -ika (Affectionate suffix meaning little). Little bite (bitesized). Mando'a dictionary reference is on my blog.]

"Kriffing clones and their genetically perfect long ass legs-"

Crosshair sits off to the side and watches you struggle to get at the top of a shelf, where you had stashed a box of papers you now needed into. Or, more specifically, you had asked Crosshair to stash for you, since you could only barely reach the top of the shelf under it, let alone the top of the self.

"You want me to go get you a chair or something, Edeem'ika?" He was laughing at you, you could hear it in his voice.

"So help me I'll edim your ika or whatever you said you smug little- Kriff!" You swore and kicked the shelf, which only resulted in a sore foot. Crosshair just laughed as you hopped on one foot, growling and grumbling. "It's not funny!" You snap at him, pointing a finger threateningly.

"Sweetheart, this is the best thing I've seen all week." He snickered, folding his hands behind his head and watching you from under hooded eyes as he stretched from his spot on the sofa.

"You're gonna be sleeping on that couch if you don't get your ass over here and give me a hand."

Crosshair just raised an eyebrow at you, challenging your threat. "It's a comfy couch. I'm not seeing your leverage point here."

"Just get over here." You snapped, huffing and pouting. Crosshair rolled his eyes at your theatrics, but got up and leisurely sauntered over to stand over you, arms crossed.

"You're adorable when you're frustrated." He commented, moving to pat your head.

"I'm going to eat your kriffing kneecaps so help me." You threatened, biting at his fingers, which he pulled out of your reach with an eye roll and smug grin.

"I can think of something better of mine to eat late- Gah!" Whatever wisecrack he was going to make was forgotten as you grabbed his shoulder for leverage and put your knee in his side, pushing yourself up above his head and getting your other knee on his opposite shoulder. This now gave you the problem of being too tall, and you whacked your head on the ceiling and swayed on your precarious perch.

Crosshair's hand reached up to steady you as he froze in place. "Watch it you little monkey!" He grunted, shifting a bit to make a better base lest the two of you end up in a heap on the ground. "You think I'm a damn tree or something?"

"If you're gonna stand there uselessly like one, I'm going to climb you like one." You bit back, reaching for your prize and dropping it to the ground below with a thud. Crosshair reached up a hand and pulled you to the side.

"You got your box, now get off me." He caught you as you slid off his shoulder and to the ground, rolling his neck and the arm you were putting your weight on with a sigh of relief. "If you want me to just pick you up, you can ask."

"Nah. You make a good tree." You pick up the box and paw through it for the paperwork you need, unconsciously rubbing your head while you do it.

"How about you don't make me take the couch tonight and we'll call it even then." He offered back, kissing the spot where you had knocked your head.

"Fine." You huff, sitting back. You can't help giggling though after a moment. "You should have seen your face though. You looked so offended I cut off your joke."

Crosshair just rolled his eyes and stole another kiss before flopping back on the couch.

#the bad batch #gingerwrites #star wars #the clone wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair imagine #ginger quickfics

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 months

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Could you write something sweet and funny for lando to distract us from the most depressing 1-2 ever? I would like Norrix but I like all pairings thank you <3 <3 <3

Here you go anon, sorry for the delay 💖

"You're like a cat"

Lando lifted his head just enough to glare at Martin who was smiling down at him. He managed enough energy to lift one hand, giving Martin the middle finger, making the other laugh.

"Come on, Liefje", Martin grinned as he moved to sit down next to where Lando was lying, "Just look at you"

Lando grumbled but maybe Martin was right. It wasn't the weirdest place Lando had ever decided to take a nap, but he was currently lying down in a patch of sunlight that was coming in the balcony window. He'd dragged over some pillows and the blanket from the back of the sofa to make the floor a little more comfortable.

Sure, it might seem weird, but it was comfy and the sun coming in was comforting. It wasn't too hot, just the right amount if warm to make Lando feel sleepy as he sighed.

He just closed his eyes again as fingers teased his curls for a moment before they disappeared again. Martin was shuffling stuff around them. Lando could hear it, and he could feel some of the pillows moving, but he didn't mind.

"Come here baby", Martin said softly, his hands gentle as he encouraged Lando to lift his head before he gently gripped Lando under the shoulders and pulled him until Lando's head was resting on Martin's thigh, "Better?"

Lando hid his smile in the material of Martin's soft sweatpants.

"Perfect, thank you", Lando whispered, reaching up to touch Martin's cheek.

Martin caught his hand, and instead of replying, he pressed soft kisses to his fingers tips before lowering their hands, letting Lando drift off to sleep softly

#norrix #martin/lando #lando/martin #prompt #fluff

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dark-is-d3ad · 10 months

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Moving AU, part 3, anyone? Haven't got a tv and a ps5 like Ghost, but I do have some lights now (gosh my own headcanon made me want them so bad, why do I do this to myself).

Part 1, part 2, part 2.5 - context.

• A few days later it really starts getting on Ghost's nerves. Even with help from Gaz and Roach, a lot of their stuff isn't sorted yet, and they're both tired of it already. He's used to order, his home was always organised, and this is nowhere near it, and it won't be for foreseeable future. So, he does the only sane thing every adult person should do in this situation: holes up on the sofa and goes on a gaming binge.

• Ghost's sofa is black (of course), huge, and it's just a sofa. No plead, no pillows. A comfy one, yes, but to Soap it looks kinda empty. Well, given that its owner only has one chair to his name, Johnny knows better than to expect something else. Yet, he kind of wants to sneak in a couple of pillows, and is very surprised when Ghost protects his space with ferocity of a wild cat. No funny colours on his sofa of doom, not even a smidge. Johnny's slightly upset, but he's not giving up on the plan.

• He starts by fucking around. Then sits down to play Diablo with Ghost in the evening. Brings a plead and a nice mustard-coloured pillow in a little while, just to make himself comfy for the time being, OK? It's fucking cold. And then he conveniently forgets them there. Several days of shenanigans after, Ghost concedes.

"Pillow allowance," he says, so seriously it cracks Soap up. "No more than two, no patterns." No patterns it is. Johnny still counts it as a win.

• Soap's go-to sorting method is "make em piles". He's got a clean laundry pile, a dirty laundry pile, a kitchen pile, a random stuff pile, and he keeps throwing things around when he goes through the rest of the stuff they have to sort. With all due respect, that annoys Ghost to an extreme degree, because there's piles everywhere, but it doesn't look like they're getting smaller. If anything, they started to consume the little space they had.

• The "dirty dishes" pile is one of them, and Ghost finally takes care of it. They both dislike washing dishes, but someone's gotta do it. And it apparently annoys him more than Johhny, so Ghost gets to get rid of it. He feels so much better when it's all done, dried, and put away.

• They've split the wardrobe, and Soap's side is still partly in the pile state. It's also how Ghost learns that Soap doesn't really iron his clothes unless it's like a shirt he's going to wear on a wedding today, and he has to. At this point he's really starting to question his own sanity. Why does it bother him what Soap does (or doesn't) with his clothes? He really needs to chill out, he decides.

• Johnny's really doing just fine, because none of what Ghost does really bothers him, and he's in his lane, somehow managing to hop around his newly made piles while still on crutches, and he does it so effortlessly. It's Ghost who keeps stumbling on them and cursing all the time.

• Somehow there's not much space for Ghost's gun collection. Ok, he's got a place to work on them, but he doesn't want to store them away. After a while, they decide that one of the bedroom walls can be sacrificed so he can hang them up nicely.

"Are we sleeping in the armoury now?" Soap asks.

"You've got your toys,I've got mine."

Fair.

• Johnny's art room is one of the spaces that actually came together from the get go. All of his things had fit, and it's got a nice space to it, enough to put an easel out, and maybe set up a composition. And the light is good. There's a shelf in there almost bursting from the art supplies he had accumulated over the years. The best way to describe it would be "organised chaos." Somehow, while in other spaces the chaos really gets to Ghost, he enjoys it in the art room. He's been spending more and more time in there.

• Johnny has a little really soft futon with loads of pillows in the corner, just next to his desk (it's not for naps, OK? It's for a performance series where the artist explores their understanding of comfort, and if they happen to start to snore, it's a part of it). So, Ghost is now also an artist of sorts. He's been doing these performance pieces quite alright, working on it tirelessly almost every afternoon, and Johnny really doesn't mind it for two big reasons. First: he gets to draw relaxed Ghost, sometimes even maskless. Second: it's nice to join him there, too. It's a perfect cuddling space.

• What Ghost loves about the futon corner is that it is freaking ultimate safety. Even his sofa wasn't ever as good as this. He can actually sleep there without nightmares. The fact that Johnny's around doing his thing, the quiet rustling of pencil on paper, music low on the background - it knocks him out better than any sleeping aids he had ever tried. He usually comes there with a book, but never goes through more than 10 pages at most.

• After their kitchen finally got sorted, they found a quick understanding. If one cooks, the other does the dishes. Soap basically takes over dinners, Ghost does breakfasts, and they usually have a snack in the midday rather than a proper lunch. Also, Johnny shows him a couple of tricks to level up his cooking game, so now breakfasts are getting fancier. Ghost's secretly very proud of himself. And Soap doesn't miss a chance to praise him when it turns out good which honestly helps way more than he's ready to admit.

• Ghost basically stole a couple of finished paintings and hung them up in the living room. Soap tries to argue that they aren't his best ones, and they aren't good enough, and he could probably find a multitude of reasons why they should take them down.

"But I like them," Ghost says simply. And it's hard to argue with that. Besides, after a couple of days, Johnny gets used to it, and deems them "not too bad". It's a tie now, and a bloody good comeback for the pillow intrusion.

• He lets Johnny help him take care of the guns. It's a nice chill evening, they work on them together, Soap's humming a little silly tune under his breath. Ghost says they really have to take them out on a shooting range when his shoulder is better, shoot some plates or something. Johnny's thrilled about it.

• A few days later, Ghost finally declares war on the rest of the piles, and goes through them in one go, not stopping until they're gone for good. There's very little random stuff left after that, and they just put it all in a box and make a very responsible adult decision to put it away and go through it sometime later. Both know that it will probably never happen, but do they care? Not really.

~~~

"You know what's weird, Johnny?"

"What?"

"You know how if you're left with extra parts in a Lego set that means you've messed up a step somewhere?"

"Yeah, and?"

"We've got some screws, and that one is definitely from that chair. It's supposed to go in first."

"Oh, hell no, Si, we're not doing it again."

~~~

• They are even hosting a little housewarming party. Ghost never had one, so he's way too anxious, although it's just the close circle - their team + Laswell and her wife.

P.S. there will probably be one more part with the party, some neighbour action, a little more of outside stuff, but that's where I'm wrapping it up. After all, the move is done, piles are almost gone, and I'm close to being a functional human being again.

#ghostsoap #headcanon #soapghost #moving

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Pride and Passion | 7

Chapter 7

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Negan's head hurt and all he wanted was a hot bath, maybe a glass of scotch and his bed. His day was waaay too long- and believe it or not, he did remain pretty calm throughout the day.

Rick being an asshole? No problemo. Hot Señorita shooting one of his men? Sure, why not. His hot, new wife causing more trouble in a day than the whole apocalypse in years? Absolutely fucking not. Enough was enough.

"Sit." It wasn't a request and by the look on her face she knew it too so she sat down without saying word. He kicked off his boots, stripped of his leather jacket and finally undressed himself from the sweaty white shirt he was wearing all day. A quick side glance told him that her cheeks were all flushed and she quickly looked at the wall next to her. Negan let out a low chuckle and grabbed himself a clean shirt.

He poured himself a glass of his favorite scotch and gulped it down in one go.

"Join me?" he asked. Her eyes wandered from his face to the bottle before she looked down. He could almost hear what she was thinking: Should I decline?

"Yes, please." she whispered and took the glass he handed her over.

"Aaahh..." he sighed, finally sitting down in his heavy leather sofa, eyes closed. What should he do with her? It wasn't the lack of ideas for punishment that was his problem, oh hell no, he had a lot of ideas for that kind of stuff. The problem was that he didn't want to punish her.

When he first saw her, Negan had a funny feeling in his stomach- he either had to shit or he had a crush. He still wasn't sure.

But now, with Y/N being a little hurricane in his kingdom and constantly challenging him, he needed to remain calm and strategic. He couldn't let feelings determine his next move, nor could he just forget what happened or let it slide. There had to be consequences, he just didn't know what kind of consequences.

"Negan?" Her soft voice ripped through his train of thoughts and he opened his eyes. Damn. Why did she had to be so... ravishing? "I-I just wanted to apologize..."

He observed her meticulously and it seemed to make her more nervous. Good. "Go on."

"For everything that happened today... I wanted to tell you when you returned from Alexandria but then..."

"Then you and your girlfriend decided to light up a pile of shit and call it a firework."

"Uhm..." she cleared her throat "I guess that describes it pretty well. But you have to understand that I was just worried about her! I wanted to see what the deal was, why she was here and-"

"Stop." Negan leaned forward, face in his hands now. His voice was dangerously low. "So instead of asking me like a normal and grown-up person you did what? Embarrassing the fuck out of Simon, your girlfriend broke the nose of a Savior and literally attracted the attention of all the workers. I can't have that, Y/N. I like keeping things at bay, chaos makes them uneasy, they're harder to control."

"I'm sorry." she whined and he had to hide his amusement because she sounded so damn adorable. "It's hard, okay? You're not really a nice person and..."

"And what? You're scared of me?" Although she shook her head, he knew that she lied. Of course, she was. They all were.

"No! Not scared... intimidated. Maybe a bit."

"Huh." Negan got up from his comfy place on the sofa and walked around till he stood behind her. "You know what I think? I think you're not scared of me for bashing the head of your red-haired friend but because you're attracted to me."

He didn't need an actual answer- her nervously squirming around was answer enough for Negan.

"I think you hate me so much because you actually like me. Because a funny and good-looking guy like me is so evil, and it doesn't fall in line with your imagination of me- how I should be. Am I right, sweetheart?"

She scoffed but didn't disagree with his assumption. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're giving me a hard time and fight back because you just can't stop. You need to fucking challenge me, huh? Need to annoy the fuck outta me, testing the waters and how far you can go."

She suddenly jumped from her place and turned around to face him. "I just want to go back to my family and friends..."

"Oh honey-" he chuckled and gulped down the rest of his drink "I am your family."

He saw the tears in her eyes and he hated it- if only she knew what fantasies he had in his head to make it up to her... Negan licked his lips and put down the glass. "What about we make a deal?"

Her head shot up. "You show me that you can behave, follow rules, be a good girl and maaaybe I'll let you come along for a future run to Alexandria. How does that sound?"

She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Sounds good..."

"Great! So, what about we start with something easy and you get your cute little ass out of them jeans for me?"

She instantly tried to back down but Negan grabbed her hip, holding her in place. "Don't worry, I didn't mean it in that way..." she closed her eyes when his beard scratched over her cheek. "I promised not to touch you. Unless you changed your mind...?"

"I-I don’t k-know..."

"Hmm" he murmured "No. I don't think we're ready yet, even though it's getting really hard." He smiled against her cheek before letting go of her hip and walked over to his closet, getting a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt for her. "Here."

"T-Thanks..." she took the clothes and pressed it against her chest. "Can I see Rosita?"

"No, honey, you cannot. She caused me a lot of trouble today and I have to figure out what to do with her." She just nodded in defeat. "Maybe tomorrow. Depends on how you'll behave."

"I should go now. You seem tired."

"Oh, babygirl if you only knew... Now go to the others, I don't like my wives wandering around in the hallways."

"Alright."

„Sleep well, darling. Dream of me.“ He gave her one last smirk and watched her leaving his room before undressing completely and finally hopping into the shower. After being alone with her for so long he just needed to rub one out…

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rainbowolfe · 1 year

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Please a part three !

I was inspired to expand on this story, so I'm currently revising part 1 and 2. But here's part 3 in all its unedited glory!

When Does a God Lose Their Heart? Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Narinder stomped into his “base of operations” as he often called it, Kallamar in tow. The door creaked as it slowly closed itself, but didn’t fully shut. Shamura tentatively pushed it back open as they entered, not always sure when they were welcome when it came to Narinder.

Shamura often wondered about Narinder’s attachment to this abode, but knew better than to ask. They had vaults of their own sprinkled about the lands where they stored trophies and supplies, and recouped in as needed. But this comfy little cottage sitting out in the open was no vault. Crafted of wood and stone, with a roof that leaked when it rained, and no defenses outside of the simple protective-barriers Narinder himself setup. Without a doubt, this was a home, not a vault.

The living area was lit up primarily by the fireplace, but supplemented by candles hanging from the rafters. They were surprised to see the place so messy. Narinder wasn’t exactly a stickler for cleanliness, but the clutter decorating the floor, seating, and most other surfaces was uncharacteristic for him.

They entered the cottage and gently shut the door behind them. They lingered by the door for a moment. Less out of hesitance—if Narinder didn’t want them to come inside, he’d have shut the door—and more out of curiosity regarding the mess.

“What, are you a stranger? A servant? Settle yourself.” Narinder barked at them as he weaved through the items littering the floor. Shamura followed his lead to find a place to sit.

“Goodness, it’s like a desert in here.” Kallamar commented. “Aren’t you warm?”

“Quite comfortable, actually.”

Narinder set Kallamar on the sofa in the middle of the room with a surprising level of care. Kallamar had even braced for a sudden drop. Narinder’s half-lidded gaze lingered on him, causing their eyes to meet for just a moment when Kallamar went to scan his surroundings.

“The problem is my spine, I believe. My arms hurt as well, however, so I shouldn’t go anywhere until those are better as well! I wouldn’t want to have to defend myself with only two arms, if the problem arose…”

“I didn’t think you had a spine.” Was all Narinder had to say as he went to retrieve the necessary supplies. He stopped by the fire to put on a kettle of water.

“What? Of course I have a spine, how else would I—Oh.” He rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

The more Shamura looked around, the more they hoped Narinder was eager to share whatever it was he was working on. On closer observation, they realized the items strewn about were positioned on top sigils painted onto the floor. Divining Sigils were used to glean the purpose or origin of an item—divine or otherwise.

Narinder had asked for Shamura’s assistance in how to use and activate the sigils, which they happily provided, but he hadn’t shared why he was suddenly inclined to learn about it. Shamura was pleased to finally know why—albeit only partially. It also explained all the random objects. Divining an object was a tedious process that required a lot of trial and error to discover the resources that would resonate with it. Shamura could recall the exasperation they felt after spending months acquiring rare gems and magical geodes to divine the purpose of a magical key they had found, only for the damn thing to resonate with a bowl of milk.

“Stop being nosy.” Narinder suddenly broke the silence.

“May I move this… toy?” Shamura gestured to what looked like a golden puzzle box resting on a seat. They knew it wasn’t a toy, but hoped it would provoke him into explaining.

“No.” He pointed to a different seat with a stack of papers on it. “You can sit there. Just throw the papers on the floor, they’re useless.”

Shamura went to the assigned seat, having to both step over a baffling, metal contraption and duck under a candle to reach it. They placed the papers on the floor with care regardless of their allegedly useless status, and had a seat on the plush stool that they usually preferred to sit on when they visited. Narinder thought the way they sat on it was strange, but they truly enjoyed it despite their odd posture.

“When I suggested decorating, piles of junk aren’t quite what I had in mind…” Kallamar hummed.

“What?” Narinder didn’t look up from the concoction he was brewing.

Shamura envied Kallamar’s ability to inspire people to engage with him socially, especially when it came to Narinder. Their conversations with Narinder were often insightful and thought-provoking, so it was a shame how little they actually conversed with each other.

They stretched their back, and in turn their claws—well, claw—before they settled back into a similar position, just no longer tensed to strike. They’d been fairly on edge since barely defeating the Green Crown, but now they could relax.

“It is inspiring though. How about piles of skulls? A bit macabre but, you like bones, don’t you?”

Narinder was swirling a liquid in a flask, but stopped to look at Kallamar. “What? They’re not—These aren’t decorations!” He stammered, confused and a bit offended. “Are you dull?”

“No, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. What’s all this junk?

“It’s not junk.”

“The useless papers aren’t junk?”

“…some of it is junk.”

Narinder’s ears perked up at the sound of a soft ‘kh’ noise from Shamura—their equivalent of a snort. He snapped his head around to make sure they saw his annoyed look, which Shamura met with an embarrassed smile, before he turned his attention back to manufacturing his unique method of healing.

Shamura wasn’t aware that they made such a noise until they met Narinder. He had no reservations questioning them about what they found so funny whenever he heard it. Though now they could usually hear the sound when they made it, they had a hard time stifling it.

Kallamar thought for a moment, then warbled with excitement. Narinder gave him an odd look as he poured the concoction over Kallamar’s body. It had taken on the consistency of smoke, pink in color but thick like a polluted cloud. It sits for a moment before it suddenly seeps into the squids body in a blink.

“Did you acquire a stall at the market after all? You must be preparing your stock, yes? Am I right?”

Shamura’s eyebrows raised, causing their second pair of eyes to squint. Was Narinder in need of resources? Narinder’s brief hiss of annoyance made it clear that this subject was not meant to reach Shamura’s ears.

“Ah, Ah! You should let me help!” Kallamar sat up, clearly feeling better even if the color hadn’t returned to his cloak or crown.

“Why?”

“There a things I wish to buy, but I don’t have any money.”

“Oh, is Shamura finally cutting you off?” Narinder smirked.

“Yes, in fact, they did! I’m sure your petulant insistence that they were allegedly ‘spoiling’ me had everything to do with it, so it’s only fair that you help me raise funds.”

“That is not the reason why,” Shamura interjected, worried that Kallamar was missing the point. “It’s important that you know how to provide for yourself in case there comes a time that I am no longer able to.”

It was important for both their sakes, really. Shamura knew they had gotten far too comfortable with giving Kallamar whatever he asked for, they couldn’t even fully commit to cutting him off. They still fed and sheltered him, but had to force themselves to stop indulging in his more frivolous wants like jewelry and money.

Regardless of how valid the reasoning, Narinder and Kallamar scoffed in unison. For better or worse, if there was one thing that could reliably get them to agree, it was Shamura.

“If you are ever incapacitated, then we have already fallen.” Kallamar gestured dismissively.

“Likewise,” Narinder added. “It’s humorous how you pretend that this fool would not drop dead the second he could no longer suckle on your teat.”

Kallamar let out a gasp of offense.

Shamura would have liked to inquire further about the first half of Narinder’s statement. But they take far too long to choose what they felt would be the proper way to ask. Kallamar and Narinder had already bickered over the latter’s rude comment and moved past it to the next topic.

“Well, if it is not to sell, then why do you have all this stuff?”

Though Kallamar had successfully put Narinder back at the center of the conversation, he rejected the position with the finesse of a hippo on ice. Narinder stared at Kallamar, forcing his expression to be blank with limited success. There was silence as the two waited for his response.

“You seem to be missing something, Shamura.” Narinder said, abruptly changing the subject.

“Ah?” It took them a moment. “Ah, yes, yes. My claw. I… Underestimated Murmur. She ripped it clean from my body.”

“I take it you’ll be requiring my assistance to re-attach it?”

Shamura blanched, a rare demonstration of embarrassment from them that managed to surprise Narinder.

“…I… forgot to retrieve it.” They slowly said, processing the information for themselves in real time. They clear their throat. “Alas, that is my punishment for carelessness. It will be… awhile…” Their apprehension shows in their tone. “…but it will grow back in time.”

“Oh! Shamura, I didn’t even notice! When did that happen?” Kallamar gawked.

Narinder seemed upset, but Shamura couldn’t fully put together why. Was it disappointment in them? Annoyance with Kallamar? They briefly considered that he might be concerned for them, but they shooed the thought away as rather presumptuous—something Narinder often accused them of being.

Kallamar lit up at the sound of the kettle whistling. “Oh! Are you making tea? I’m parched—”

“I wasn’t.” Narinder said, a bit too quickly. “I merely forgot to remove the kettle from the fire before I went to investigate the intruders that crossed my barrier.”

“Then, Shamura, will you make me a cup of tea?”

“No, they will not. Make it yourself.”

Shamura did not understand Narinder. But, they wanted to. As much as Kallamar and Narinder postured in a way that would suggest they didn’t like each other, the two clearly understood each other, even if they didn’t always realize it.

“But I am injured still! You did not heal my arm!” Kallamar protested.

“And you have three others that are completely functional. Leave Shamura be, lazy brat.”

“Lazy? Brat?”

Before the two could launch into another petty bickering match, Shamura interjected.

“Kallamar, if you could, a round of tea before we set off would be most refreshing.” They stood with grace, their strength already beginning to replenish. “And I will prepare a snack to pair with it.” They turned their gaze to Narinder. “Consider it our thanks for allowing us to disturb you this evening.”

“Ah… Let us trade tasks. I must insist.” Kallamar bridged his fingers, a pose he often took up when he felt awkward.

“If you must busy yourself with something, then I would prefer you make the tea.” Narinder sounded exasperated as he finally took a seat, knocking an assortment of smooth stones off the coffee table as he propped his feet atop of it.

Shamura was a bit lost again, but quickly adapted. “Then tea I shall make.”

The trio fell into a comfortable silence. Shamura retrieved the kettle that had been hollering throughout the entire exchange while Kallamar sifted through Narinder’s cabinets to assemble snacks for them (mostly he and Narinder). Shamura continued to subtly snoop as they had to cross the room again.

Trying to narrow in on things that gave off some amount of arcane energy. But none of the items that stood out seemed like things Narinder simply couldn’t ask them about. Small statues, a beautifully preserved skull with a gem embedded into the forehead, a black card sporting a red mandala—

“Shamura, did you lose your sense of taste as a consequence of no longer needing to eat, or did you stop eating because you lost your sense of taste?” Narinder suddenly broke the silence, Kallamar’s scolding tone quick to follow.

“Narinder!”

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #cotl narinder #cotl fanfic

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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Never Too Much

Just a little something that wormed its way into my head, because I just love the whole Steddie having an extra love language of music thing Word count: 3.7K

After rehab and graduating, Eddie decides to take a "break".

He gets a job at a garage not far from his new home. It's something he enjoys doing, and even though it is desperately hard work and takes its toll on his body, it's a space for Eddie to feel competent.

There are two issues with the garage.

Firstly, he has to have a work persona. It's not difficult, just like at school. Be a little tougher, pretend not to hear jokes he doesn't find funny, and do not tell anyone about his boyfriend, Steve. He's his roommate, and he has a fake college girlfriend to fill in anytime he wants to talk about Steve romantically.

Secondly was the music during opening hours or when he wasn't working alone. He had invested in a Walkman and headphones, but after the third one got crushed, he gave up. Eddie frequently tried to get one of his preferred bands in the tape deck or even an alternative radio station because metal was taking off in a big way. Maybe not the heavier, thrash, or wizard metal he enjoyed most, but it was still good. Everyone at work, except for the few hair metal guys, said that Eddie's choice of music made the customers less patient, and people wouldn't hang around the cars for sale in the lot for as long because of the music.

Eddie thought it was horseshit, but he only needed this job for a little while longer. It was just to cover the bills whilst Steve was studying, and when Steve got a job, Eddie would pursue whatever it would be he wanted to study…that bit he hadn't figured out yet, which is why he went out and got this job the very next day after they discussed it.

There would have been no way Steve would not have wanted to be the breadwinner if Eddie had let him choose.

Truly the absolute worst situation was to be on the day shift with his boss. Not only did he have to be customer-facing because his boss was the laziest motherfucker the universe had ever created, but also he had to endure whatever music he wanted to listen to, primarily genres Eddie wouldn't touch with a telegraph pole. Worse still, the radio station he liked most must have its own version of a set list because when Eddie heard a song, he could often predict the next.

Freshly showered and already in his comfy sweatpants and threadbare t-shirt, Eddie towel dries his hair roughly as he glances at his copy of this week's shifts, "Goddammit!" He seethes through his teeth, groans and throws himself back dramatically over the arm of the sofa so that he lands face up in Steve's lap, who just manages to lift his textbook up in time to escape Eddie's damp tendrils of hair. He's getting much better at dodging these mishaps after living with one another for so long.

"Well, now that's just great. I'm gonna look like I peed myself," Steve laughs.

"You're still going out?" Eddie pouts, and his eyebrows push together as he tries to make the most endearingly sad face possible up at Steve. Using all his power to attempt to penetrate the book with sheer will.

"It's just a talk, Honey. I'll be gone for two hours if that." Steve says distantly, turning the page before putting his hand to Eddie's chest, which is quickly grappled by Eddie's hands, teamed with a super over-the-top dramatic sigh, making Steve laugh.

"Alright, alright", Steve concedes defeat, bookmarking and closing his book to look down at Eddie, "What's going on?"

Eddie grabs Steve's other hand and puts it on his forehead.

"Your hair is still wet!" Steve chuckles, but Eddie just pouts more. Steve sighs and strokes his hair anyway.

"How long do I have?" Eddie asks with his eyes closed.

"10 minutes, Honey," Steve says gently.

Eddie does a full sit-up and repeats in horror, "10 fucking minutes??!!!" Then, he screws up his face and flops back down, "You don't understand. It's for the whole week!"

"It would have been fifteen, but now I have to change my pants. And I know, Honey. I know it's gonna be absolute hell for you this week." Steve soothes.

"It is, it really, absolutely is." Eddie joins in poutily with his eyes closed

"And I am so grateful you go through all of that so we can live in our own place, and I can study." Steve smiles at Eddie and rubs a circle with his thumb on his forehead.

Eddie's smile gets more prominent, "It is pretty good of me, isn't it?" he says proudly with his eyes still closed.

Steve rolls his eyes with a laugh, "Look, I know the guy is basically irredeemable, but the music might not be all bad if you give it a chance. Then at least that's a problem halved."

"I guess" Eddie frowns a little.

"And you know Robin's having a party at the weekend too. That's gonna be great. Finally, a party I won't have to sneakily hold your hand under a table at!" Steve says excitedly.

Eddie beams up at him, "It is worth enduring karaoke to be able to do that, I guess." Eddie sighs happily. "Babe, I'm gonna kiss you so many times at that party. Even Robin's most flamboyant friends are gonna be upset by it."

"You're aiming to upset everyone at the party?" Steve laughs.

"It's not my aim, Babe. It's just collateral damage," Eddie grins up at Steve, finally opening his eyes again.

"You could make it up to them with a song? They all loved your voice last time. Even when you were trying to ruin the song, you still sounded good." Steve is laughing so much that it's shaking Eddie out of his relaxed mode.

"Babe, please, no. They never have songs I like at these things. I can just happily sit and cheer for everyone else." Eddie whines.

Steve laughs louder, "You know the rules, Honey. Everyone has to."

Eddie pretends to sob into his hands.

"You've gotten used to some of the things I like to listen to, right? You can do it, Honey," Steve says encouragingly.

"Yeah, but you're cute, at least", Eddie complains.

"Eddie Munson, if there ever comes a day when you think someone at your work is cute, you quit that job immediately, come home, lock all the doors and windows, call me, pack our bags, and we'll move to the other side of the country, ok?" Steve says in a severe tone.

Eddie starts giggling, and Steve amplifies it with a few rib tickles.

"Alright! Alright! I'll do it!" Eddie shouts, and Steve ceases his tickle attack. Eddie stands up and flexes his sinewy arms. "I'll be the man of the house."

Steve bursts out laughing, Eddie's eyes flash, and his mouth is open in pretend shock, "How very dare you, Steven." He folds his arms and turns away, occasionally half looking back at Steve.

Steve rolls his eyes and gets up to embrace Eddie from behind, giving him a kiss on the back of his head, "You can be the man of anything you want, as long as you're only mine", Steve says gently.

"Well, I guess I might find that agreeable", Eddie says with a smile he can't contain and quickly turns around to kiss Steve, only to be interrupted by the beeping of Steve's watch.

"Sorry, Honey, I gotta go." Steve says, running to change, grabbing his coat and giving Eddie a big loud smacker of a kiss goodbye, "Maybe you'll find a new song this week that you find bearable, and you can sing it at the party. A twofer."

So the next day at work, Eddie tries. Whenever he can hear the radio, he tries to listen. He could find something in one song.

He goes most of the day without anything piquing his interest. Until he hears one song, and it's a lyric that hooks him first "The boss is so demanding."

It starts small.

Singing the funky guitar parts. Tapping his fingers on whatever he's leaning on to the beat.

By the second day, Eddie knows the chorus by heart.

Then he starts to enjoy trying to match the singer's musical runs that tingled his brain just right, and they were so much fun to try. He does this randomly throughout the day, whether the song is playing or not, jump-scaring a few colleagues when he just randomly bursts into one.

Sliding into different areas of the garage, and making sure to abruptly stop as the singer says the word 'stop'.

By the third day, Eddie is listening to all the lyrics. They just remind him of Steve. Now the song means something, and he looks forward to hearing it because he's daydreaming about their past, present and future when he hears it.

Eddie's voice is good, but it's not as good as the singer of this song. It makes Eddie sing in so many different ways he never has before, higher, softer, expanding his range.

Though it is the week from hell, Eddie has this song to cling to. He listens for the artist and song title and commits it to memory as he learns a new part of the song, singing into his wrench, much to the amusement of his colleagues and customers walking by.

The end of the week arrives, and even with these little oases of happiness, it has been a grind, and he's glad to see the back of it, but now he's free.

He can't get home fast enough, he has his secret surprise song to sing at the party, and he knows Steve will love it.

"Hey, slow down. We've got ages to get there, Honey." Steve laughs, looking flawless in his new suit and perfectly coiffed hair. He puts his hands on his hips, smiling and shaking his head, "I thought you were dreading this."

"I was!" Eddie replies, mouth full of toothpaste mid-brush, half-dressed in his jeans and boots but still bare-chested. Toothpaste was treacherous. He swills out his mouth and continues, "but I took the advice of the little hottie I was talking to the other day."

For a moment, Steve's eyes flicker with worry until Eddie walks towards him whilst putting on his iron maiden t-shirt, "and then they fucking left me for some dusty old lecturer. Can you believe it?" Eddie sighs dramatically. "So smart and so very, very hot", he adds, undoing the top two buttons of Steve's shirt. Eddie smiles lovingly at Steve and gives him a peck on the lips.

"So you have a song then?" Steve asks with excited curiosity.

"Maybe…" Eddie teases, "Now hurry up, so I can make a whole room of people jealous of me for having the best-looking partner in the place."

Robin and Steve open the proceedings with a song from Grease. With as much of the dancing from the movie as either can remember, to the joy of everyone there.

The music, Eddie, wasn't interested in, but seeing Steve have so much fun with his best friend made Eddie feel all the more closer to him. He really was, underneath all that old King Steve bullshit, a loveable massive dork.

Eddie does precisely what he said he would and kisses Steve as many times as he can, much to Steve's amusement and Robin's repulsion, until his name gets called, and a mic is thrust into his hands. Eddie finds the song he wants in the booklet, and the woman who owns the machine finds it for him.

Eddie looks around the room, and most people were many drinks in, so that took a little pressure off. He'd sung many times in his band, and he still does, but this was different. Smaller crowds, especially people he kind of knew, still made him nervous. So he focuses on the guy he's singing it for and forgets everyone else.

I can't fool myself, I don't want nobody else to ever love me

You are my shinin' star, my guiding light, my love fantasy

There's not a minute, hour, day or night that I don't love you

You're at the top of my list 'cause I'm always thinkin' of you

Steve's expression reads like it's not a song he knows exceptionally well, as his head tilts at Eddie.

I still remember in the days when I was scared to touch you

How I spent my day dreamin' plannin' how to say I love you

You must have known that I had feelings deep enough to swim in

That's when you opened up your heart and you told me to come in

Steve listens to the words, and a big smile spreads across his face, and he starts to dance.

Oh, my love

A thousand kisses from you is never too much

Steve's hand goes to his mouth in surprise. He's never heard Eddie sing like that.

I just don't wanna stop

Oh, my love

A million days in your arms is never too much

I just don't wanna stop

Too much, never too much

Eddie makes it to the end of the song and nods a small thank you at the applause he receives, but it's when he hears Steve yell out, "THAT'S MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!" from on top of a chair, and Eddie's heart just swells with pride and love.

Steve is punching the air like Eddie got a winning touchdown or something. It almost makes Eddie blush as he smiles a massive closed-mouth bashful smile, his dimples deeply puncturing his cheeks.

Before Eddie can help him down, Steve jumps from the chair, landing in front of him, and puts his hands on either side of Eddie's face, his eyes swimming with adoration, "That was…." Steve opens his mouth to finish the sentence, but nothing comes out. His tear-brimmed eyes move between Eddie's.

Eddie doesn't want to move or say a thing. He just wants to drink this in. He didn't know if anyone was looking, and he didn't care. All he knew was he wanted to remember this moment forever. To tuck it away with all the other precious moments he held so tightly, cataloguing their history together.

Eddie wasn't sure if he would amount to anything. He wasn't sure if he had the big career dreams Steve had. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do when it was his turn to choose. All he knew was he'd be chasing this look of awe from Steve for the rest of his life. Nothing had ever hit quite like this. It made him feel like the most extraordinary man that ever lived.

"You're incredible." Steve finally manages. Usually, Eddie would absolutely play into this and agree wholeheartedly, but this time he coyly looks at the floor.

"No-no-no-no", Steve says quickly, using his hands to tilt Eddie's head back up, "I want those beautiful eyes on me."

Eddie looks back up at him, and Steve pulls him closer for a tender kiss. As they part, Steve releases Eddie and stretches and yawns, "You know, I think the day has caught up with me all of a sudden…we should probably head back, right?" Steve tries to say with a serious face, but the corners of his eyes betray him entirely.

"Right." Eddie agrees, simply reaching for Steve's hand and intertwining their fingers.

They make the round of goodbyes and head out. Sadly Eddie let go of Steve's hand for the thankfully short walk between the building and the car. Once inside, Eddie grabs it again and starts the car up.

"I hope you're prepared for the amount of private serenading you'll have to do of that song now, Honey," Steve says as they drive back home.

"Private?" Eddie scoffs, "The way you looked at me in there…shit… I'm just gonna sing it whenever and wherever I can." He laughs.

And he does. For weeks, he waits for the most inappropriate moments.

At one of Steve's work functions or family parties as Steve's "wingman" or roommate, he'd lean over and sing a little, quietly, in a whisper, or bring the song up in conversation with other people within earshot of Steve.

In the grocery store when Steve is reaching for something high up, at the mall when Steve is trying to talk to a sales assistant, all around their little house, occasionally calling Steve from work when the boss wasn't in to hold up the phone to the song playing over the speakers when Steve was studying at home.

But eventually, against his own nature, Eddie eases off because he's worried the effect will wear out if he does it too much, so he stops for a while.

At dinner one night, it's unusually quiet. Steve wasn't telling Eddie about his day or with a snippet of gossip he heard like he usually does when they sit down to eat. Eddie scans over Steve. He's tense, prodding at his food, looks worried, puts down his forkful of spaghetti, dabs his mouth with a napkin and goes to get up without a word.

"Babe?" Eddie says curiously at first and then slightly in a more panicked tone, "Babe?! What's wrong? You ok??" He follows Steve from the table towards the bathroom, but the door closes in his face.

Eddie stands there for a moment, totally confused. He wracks his brain. Had he forgotten an important day? No. Impossible. He specifically got those Garfield stickers to put all over the calendar so he wouldn't forget.

Had he not picked up on something Steve had said? It was possible, but he had been trying really hard with his attention and focus, and that was usually never a problem when Steve was talking.

He knocks on the door, "Babe, I don't want to say I'm sorry and not know what it's for, but I had no intention of upsetting you. Can you talk to me? So my dumbass can figure out what's happening, please?" He asks softly and calmly.

He hears a sniffle from the other side of the door, and it breaks his heart, and he immediately tries the door, but it's locked.

"Eddie, you don't have to pretend anymore. It's ok," Steve's voice croaks out, slightly muffled, accompanied by another sniffle.

"What? Babe, I'm really confused here, please." He tries to keep his voice calm, but the panic starts to set in, and Eddie is trying his best not to lose it entirely and take this door off its hinges.

"Look, you did your best ok, I know. I saw how hard you tried, Eddie. Everyday. It's just not what you'd thought it would be right…I'm not what you'd thought I'd be."

"No-no-no-no-no. This is not happening. This is not happening," Eddie whispers angrily to himself.

He takes a deep breath and falsely toughens up a little to get Steve to listen, "First of all, in this house, I'm Honey, not Eddie. Secondly, you're right, this and you are not what I thought. It's better, so much better than I could have possibly imagined. Thirdly, I'm not pretending. I love you, Babe. I'm just confused about what I've done to make you feel that way. I swear on Lemmy, I never wanted to make you feel that way or ever want to. I swear!" His authoritative tone falls into almost pleading.

"Then how come you don't sing to me anymore?" Steve manages through his little sharp intake of breath.

Eddie rolls his head in relief and exhales, "I just thought you'd get bored of it if I did that all the time. Or it would lose its magic. That's all."

"Are you crazy?" Steve replies.

"Er…yeah..like you didn't know that," Eddie says, a lot happier on the other side of the door.

Eddie starts singing the song but decides it's not enough. He presses himself up against the door and presses his mouth to the wood as he sings, reverberating through it as he taps the beat out on the door frame.

He doesn't realise how forcefully he's pressed up against it until he falls through it into Steve as he opens the door.

Eddie captures Steve's face and kisses all the tears away, in between still singing, and that look in Steve's eyes comes back, and Eddie is elated.

"There you are" Eddie's eyes move between Steve's, "Don't do that again, ok? Just say whatever is going on with that fantastic brain of yours. Don't hide from me. Ever again! Promise?"

"It's just everyone before just…eventually…you know…they give up because I'm not... So I figured this was your time to throw in the towel." Steve struggles to articulate what he wants to say.

Eddie squeezes Steve's face almost a little too much, making his lips look like that of a goldfish. "If you ever doubt for a second how much I am absolutely, fucking insanely besotted with you, Know this about me compared to all the people you dated before." Eddie stands up straight, "I am a crazy motherfucker..and!...I'm stubborn as all hell. So for me to leave you, they would have to drag me, kicking, punching, screaming, kung-fu-ing and possibly biting away from you, ok? And even then, you know I'd claw my way back because I'm a tough son of a bitch too. I am going nowhere. Not unless you, Steve Harrington, ask me to."

They stare at one another for a second, and Eddie lets go of Steve's face with a, "Sorry, I got carried away there for a second."

"You mean all of that?" Steve says with a half smile on his tear-stained face.

Eddie puts his hands on his hips in a very Steve-type stance, "Yes! A million times, yes. Why would I say it otherwise?"

"Because you feel sorry for me?" Steve looks down at the floor.

"Honestly, I'm just not kind enough to spare someone's feelings. I say what I think. Maybe that's wrong sometimes, but it's who I am." Eddie says with a laugh.

"Yeah, sometimes it's wrong," Steve says, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeves. Eddie smiles broadly as Steve moves closer, taking Eddie's hands and putting them around his waist. Then he tucks some of Eddie's hair behind his ear, "Because you should sing to me whenever you want to, and also, in this house, I'm not Steve Harrington, I'm Babe", and he seals his royal decree with a kiss.

If you need/want to hear this song its this:

#steddie #steddie fan fiction #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steveharrington #eddiemunson #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff

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ninjadeathblade · 10 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part thirty three)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Word count: 550

Warnings: None

Author's notes: My brain didn't want to write properly recently. But there's this at least. I want to start working on the holiday specials so this is setting stuff up for that. Enjoy!

Conductor rubbed his face with a yawn as he sat up.

“Morning.”

The owl let out a yelp and an embarrassed flush heated his face.

Grooves laughed, passing a mug of coffee into his hands. “No sugar, right?”

Conductor took a cautionary sniff before drinking some. “You got it right this time.”

“I told you, I do know how you like it. You just make a really funny face when you realise it has sugar,” Grooves replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him.

The cogs of Conductor's mind slowly ground faster as he fully realised where he was.

“Why am I in yer bed?”

Grooves laughed again, more nervous this time.

“Turns out that you get really clingy when you're sleepy.” Grooves smiled. “You wouldn't let go of me last night.”

“Oh.”

“You have to let go of me!” Scarlett insisted, prodding Conductor in the side.

“Why? Yer comfy. And warm,” he complained.

“Because I would like to sleep in bed, not on the sofa!” Scarlett argued, shoving at him.

“But I'm comfy.” Conductor shifted his weight slightly so he could bury his face in the crook of her neck.

Scarlett sighed loudly. “Fine. I guess we won't go to that train exhibit I heard is on tomorrow then.”

Conductor hummed thoughtfully. “There's a train exhibit tomorrow?”

“Yeah, didn't you hear me?” Scarlett teased. “There's even a competition that visitors can enter about having the nicest train.”

Conductor stood up quickly before dragging Scarlett up as well.

“Well, we should get some sleep. Gotta wake up early so we can get there with time ta see everything.”

Scarlett chuckled, the tip of her wing curling around his hand.

“And suddenly you aren't as averse to getting up.”

“I like trains, you know this.”

Scarlett kissed him tenderly before heading for their bedroom.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Yeah, I get like that sometimes. Sorry,” Conductor apologised.

“It's fine.” Grooves shrugged. “I was like that a lot when I was little.”

The penguin stood up, making as if to leave the room.

“Wait, Grooves-” Conductor bit down on his tongue, cutting himself off.

Grooves turned back around, looking expectantly at the owl.

Conductor took a deep breath before speaking, words stringing together. “Every year I go visit Roxie and my grandkids for the holidays. So I was wonderin’ if you wanted to come with me now that we're together. You don't have to, yer probably busy, but I thought I'd ask.”

Grooves sat down on the edge of the bed again. “Angel, can you repeat that more slowly?”

Conductor did so.

“I mean, if you'll have me then I'd be happy to,” Grooves said quietly. “I don't really make plans.”

“Think that's why I'm annoyed at Empress for shutting things down this weekend. It was the last time we might have gotten filmin’ done before the holidays,” Conductor sighed.

Grooves took the owl's hand in his flipper.

“Even you need a break sometimes. So, can you do me a favour?”

Conductor nodded.

"Properly relax while we're visiting Roxie. Don't try and work on the movie. Just… spend time with her. She's a good kid and she loves you a lot.”

“Okay, I will,” Conductor promised.

Grooves leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Thanks.”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit conductor #the conductor #discotrain #ahit dj grooves #dj grooves #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au

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istorkyou · 2 years

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The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - STRICTLY 18+ NSFW Language

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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CHAPTER 6

At exactly 3pm your bell goes. A smile is on your face and an excited flutter in your stomach is present as you open the door to him. You have never seen him look so fucking sexy. He is in grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, his hair isn’t as perfect as usual either. You have only seen him in super formal dress, shirts, ties and trousers. This casual look is really doing it for you.

“You are very punctual,” you tease him and he smiles at you.

“You are overdressed, I thought this was sweatpants day?” He looks at your summer dress.

“Not that I’m complaining, this little dress is sexy on you, and it’s got easy access,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“You are denied access today, and I am going to change into my sweats, you look comfy in yours and I’m jealous,” you laugh and beckon him into your place.

“Have a seat, I’m going to change,” you tell him.

“Can I have a seat on your bed and watch you?” Ivar inquires, fake innocence in his voice.

You just look him over and tut, walking away, smiling when you know he can’t see you.

You come back into your living room and he is sitting super close to your spot on the sofa. He smiles as you walk in, and looks you up and down. You have a hoodie on but have deliberately chosen some shorts so he can see some skin.

“You're not going to be cold?” He asks, smirking. You smile and shake your head.

“So, what shall we watch?” You ask him and you take a seat next to him on the couch and cross your legs.

“I don’t know what you want to watch but I’m going to watch you,” he says, eyes trailing over your legs.

“Funny and a bit creepy all at once,” you laugh at him. He chuckles and pulls your closest leg over lap. It feels natural to you so you leave it there.

“Put on something I won’t have seen,” he says to you as his hands rest on your shin.

You think for a second. Something reality TV based, he doesn’t strike you as a reality TV man.

“Oh you are going to regret that, I watch the biggest load of shite there is!” You laugh. “Tell me if my leg starts to hurt yours, ok?” You tell him quietly. He faces you quickly and nods, with a small smile on his face.

You put on The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills and glance at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh shit, yes! Is Lisa Vanderpump still in this? She cracks me up,” he says, looking at you. You are dumbfounded. “What?” He asks.

“I didn’t have you down as a Housewives fan!” You laugh.

“Oh there’s lots you don’t know about me, Y/N,” he gives you a cheeky wink.

You watch the show and his hands stay on your leg occasionally moving them up and down and it feels amazing.

“Keep rubbing my leg, it feels good” you tell him when his hands stop. He smiles but keeps his eyes on the TV. His hands move up and down and start massaging your thigh, you are very aware that your legs are open now his hand is travelling up your thigh.

There is very little material covering you up. As nice as it feels you have no plans for anything sexual to happen between you tonight. You shift to close your legs and you rest your head on his shoulder. If he notices he doesn’t say anything or change his actions. You feel him turn his head slightly and he gives you a small kiss into your hair, sending butterflies flapping in your stomach.

You have been watching trash TV in silence for over an hour. It’s a comfortable silence from you, you suddenly realise this might actually be boring as fuck for him. You forgot for a minute that he is probably used to spending his time doing much more upmarket things than lazing around watching shite TV.

“Ivar, are you bored? Sorry, I’ve just realised we haven’t really spoken in the last hour, I got sucked into the show and I feel really comfortable around you,” you apologise to him.

“I’m not bored at all actually, this is exactly what I want to be doing. I hardly ever get the chance to just chill out fully. Someone is always trying to get me to do something I don’t want to do, something business related, even on the weekends. I feel the most relaxed I have in a while.” His tone seems genuine to you. “I'm really enjoying just being next to you,” he admits, shyly.

You are studying his face, not a hint of bullshit is detected and that makes you smile.

“Do you want to kiss me? I want to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about kissing you again since you got here,” you tell him in a matter of fact tone. His tongue travels to his lips.

“I would like that very much,” he answers, voice full of anticipation.

You swing your legs off of his lap and shift yourself until you are facing him, with your legs underneath you. His body shifts so he is facing you, you are close to him again you can smell his shampoo and fabric softener.

You lean into him so your faces are close and press your mouth to his. It starts slowly, small pecks until a spark of lust ignites in you and you are carding your hand through his hair to the back of his neck whilst your other hand runs up his muscular bicep and settles there. You open your mouth at the same time as him and both your tongues slip into the other's mouth in unison. You explore each other and a blush covers your face. No kiss has ever felt so sensual to you, it's making your head spin. He has a hand gripping tightly to one of your thighs whilst the other is on your face.

There are fireworks going off in your stomach, you wonder if he is feeling even half of what you are.

Your lungs start to scream so you pull away, heavily breathing in his air. His eyes open slowly and take a second to focus on you, his hand still on your cheek. You’ve had enough oxygen so you dive back into his kiss, the sensation is intoxicating. You could stay like this for the rest of your life and die happy.

You eventually need to resurface, annoyingly, and you look into his beautiful eyes when you do.

“You are the best kisser,” you tell him, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Yeah?” His face alight with pride “I’m pretty good all round with my tongue,” he starts laughing and kisses you again. You smile into his mouth at his cheeky response.

You spend an age locked together, you don’t know how much time has passed but you know you haven’t kissed someone for this long since you were a teenager. At some point, and you aren’t even sure when, you have climbed onto his lap and you're straddling him.

When you finally emerge your lips are swollen and red and your hair is dishevelled, so is his. You breathe heavily as you look at each other, smiling. You hear his stomach growl.

“Shit, you are starving. Sorry, I lost track of time! Shall I order some food?” You ask him as you get off his lap carefully. He clears his throat, adjusts his sweatpants and nods. A satisfied smile creeps in your face.

“What do you want? What are you in the mood for?”

“Apart from more of you? Chinese, how about you?” He responds with a smile.

“Ugh I might kiss you again, that’s my favourite!” You exclaim excitedly “I’m going to really try not to eat myself into a food coma,” you warn him and he laughs at you.

“I will tuck you in if you do,” he says with a big smile on his face.

Over dinner the conversation is easy. You tell him about your childhood, your school life, your family and friends and your shop. He seems genuinely interested in you, and it’s interesting to compare how he grew up. Private schooling, maids, chefs, nannies, lavish holidays, college.

“So I am now joint CEO of the company, with my mum, although she is more silent, there in the title alone really. My taking over has caused a bit of a rift with Ubbe, it wasn’t my intention, the board just didn’t think he was ready,” he explains.

“So that’s where the competition and tension comes from, I don’t envy you having to navigate through that, Ivar,” you answer him honestly.

“No, it’s not fun, but sometimes you have to do what’s best for yourself. Like with you, I know you were dating Ubbe, but when I met you I felt something I haven’t felt before. I couldn’t just let that go because of him. I think we might have real potential,” he tells you quietly “I’m sorry if that’s a bit full on, I don’t even really know how you feel about him, or me.”

“Ivar, I have no feelings for your brother. Even if I hadn’t met you, Ubbe and I would have been done. He isn’t for me, I didn’t see a future with him at all. Not that I regret it, because I try not to have regrets, but if I knew how much I was going to like you I would never have dated him, much less slept with him.”

You can see Ivar wince at those words and it’s not pleasant. You put your hand to his cheek. “Sorry if it hurts you.”

“If it bothered me that much I wouldn’t be here,” he shrugs, “can you not sleep with any more of my brothers though?” His face pulls into a wicked smile.

You take in a deep breath and pull up one side of your mouth. “No promises sunshine, I haven’t met them all yet.” Ivar lets out a massive laugh and you follow suit.

“Technically, without dating Ubbe we would never have met…” your voice trails off.

“I will be sure to thank him in the wedding speech then.” Ivar says boldly, not a hint of embarrassment on his face. You let out a shocked laugh and change the subject.

“So tell me more about your usual wooing methods.” You ask him. “Do you really buy women those expensive bracelets? It’s insane if you do, and just FYI, they are a little ugly!” You whisper the last part to him with an awkward smile on your face.

He laughs loudly. “The type of women I have been used to dating are usually from very well off families and these types of gifts are expected. It’s kind of the norm,” he shrugs.

“Dude, you need to meet better women, normal women, not women who expect diamonds off you before you’ve even started dating!” You wag a finger at him.

“I think I have, haven’t I?” His face is full of hope. He is adorable, you lean over the table to plant another kiss on his lips and wrinkle your nose at him, smiling.

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Despite trying your hardest not to fall into a food coma, you both do. You move back to the sofa sitting close together again. You notice that Ivar is fidgeting around a lot.

“Are you okay?”

“My legs are starting to hurt,” he admits quietly.

“What can I do to help? Do you have painkillers? Do you want me to rub them? You rubbed mine enough today!” You offer him. His head turns towards you slowly, surveying your face.

“I don’t want you to see them,” he says quietly, embarrassed.

“OK. I don’t have to see them to rub them, if it would feel nice? I don’t have to though, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here,” you are a little flustered and hope you haven’t offended him.

He is quiet for a while trying to decide what to do. You turn back to the TV so he doesn’t feel pressured to answer you.

“I don’t want you to touch them. I don’t want you to be turned off by me in any way.” It’s taken him courage to say that, you can tell from the blush in his cheeks.

“I wouldn’t be turned off by you, Ivar, trust me. I will be gentle,” you tell him and he gives a quick nod. “Do you want to lay down and put them over me?” You ask him and he nods quickly again and undoes his braces.

You both get into position and you put a gentle hand on his thigh and start rubbing softly. “Is this okay? Tell me if I’m going too rough or you like it a different way, okay?”

You tell him and turn back to the TV.

“I don’t know how I like it, no one has ever offered to do this for me. No one has touched them except nurses and doctors since I was a child.” His voice is so small.

“Well, I will rub them any time for you, if it will help and you like it, I know how good it feels for me and I haven’t even got any pain.” You say honestly.

He lets out a deep sound of relief when you start to touch him more, massaging as gently as you can. It feels so good to be able to help him in any small way you can.

You continue massaging his legs and watching TV until you hear small snores from the man beside you. You smile at his angelic face. He doesn’t seem at all like his reputation, you think to yourself.

You don’t want to wake him but it’s getting late and you don’t think your sofa will do his pain levels any good so you very carefully remove his legs from your lap and crawl over to wake him up. You give him a little kiss on his cheek and as he stirs you peck him on the lips.

“Ivar, wake up, it’s getting late” his eyes open and he inhales deeply.

“Thanks for rubbing my legs, I feel so relaxed. I will call my driver and go home. Thanks for a lovely day,” he tells you and kisses you.

“Do you want to stay over with me? Just to sleep though,” you offer.

His face breaks into a smile “I did bring a bag with my meds and stuff just in case!” You let out a huff of laughter at his cheekiness.

“Oh yeah? Thought you were going to get lucky did you?” You tease him with raised eyebrows.

His face pulls into an awkward smile. “I can neither confirm nor deny that there are condoms in my bag.”

“Well you will be leaving with as many as you came with!”

“Shit am I going bareback?” He says with widened eyes. Your face breaks into a shocked smile and you start laughing loudly.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N! Thanks, I would love to stay, I will keep my dick in my pants I promise!” He pulls your face to his for another kiss.

You help him up and show him where your bedroom is. You let him use the bathroom first and you get ready in the other room, to give you both some privacy. When you enter your bedroom he is under the covers with no top on and you can see a bunch of tattoos you didn’t know were there.

“Hey! That's not fair, how am I supposed to keep this sleepover clean if you flash your tattoos at me?!” Your mouth agape as your eyes sweep over him.

“The same way I’m going to have trouble with you in those tiny shorts, I can see asscheeks,” he retorts.

“Touché,” you wink at him and get into bed.

“Do you think I could get a few kisses?” You ask in fake innocence.

“Come here,” he pulls you to him and the kissing starts again, god this is the horniest you’ve been in a while, but you don’t want to sleep with him yet, you actually like him and don’t want it to turn into a one night stand. You remind yourself that despite today, and getting on really well, you don’t know him at all, and there’s an underlying unease regarding the Ubbe situation.

You break apart and you are lying side to side looking at each other.

“Good night, Y/N,” he runs his hand through your hair. “I really had a great day with you.”

“Night, Ivar. I did too,” you say sleepily.

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Movie Night 🎃

This was a request by an anon

Summary; Eddie and y/n have their first date looming and Eddie goes to Steve for advice on what movies they should watch.

Steve suggests horror because y/n doesn't look like the type to love horror movies and it's perfect to get a little closer to her...

Eddie has a funny feeling that Steve's advice might not be the best...

Warnings; Fluff, sweet Eddie, spooky movie night, first date 🎃🍁

I kinda like doing the Spooky theme right now. It's fun ❤🍁🎃

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Eddie was nervous about tonight. It was his first date with y/n and he desperately needed advice from someone who had experience in the area of dating.

This wasn't just his first date with y/n it was also his very first date, ever.

Sure, he had hooked up with a few girls when he travelled to various concerts or when Corroded Coffin had a pretty decent gig but dating? Shit, that was new for him.

He liked y/n though, he liked her a lot and wanted to get this right.

This is why he was currently heading into Family Video to get advice from Steve.

"Harrington? You got a minute?". Steve looks up and offers him a smile.

"What's up Munson?". He joins Steve who is sorting out videos into stacks.

"I just wanted to ask you for advice dude, my date with y/n is tonight and it's my first actual date, this isn't just some random hook up, I like her a lot. She's amazing and I want her to have fun".

Steve listens to him intently.

"Well, what do you have planned?". Eddie explains his idea for a movie night.

"Any suggestions on what we should watch?". He looks around at the huge stacks of tapes and feels lost.

Steve grins.

"May I suggest a horror? Y/n doesn't look the type to like horror movies man, Nightmare on Elm Street just arrived here how about that? You can both cuddle up, and you can protect her from big bad Freddy Krueger?".

The idea of cuddling up with her does sound very appealing.

"You think that will work?".

"Trust me, dude, let her cuddle into your arms, stroke her hair and distract her from the scariest parts. It's fail proof".

Why is it the second Steve says fail-proof Eddie immediately thinks something will go wrong?

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She arrives at Eddie's trailer at six pm on the dot. Butterflies swarm in her belly, she liked Eddie and wanted tonight to go well.

He opens the door and she feels momentarily stunned, (something that happens often around him) at how handsome he is, especially his beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, beautiful". He pulls her in for a kiss and it's as perfect as their last one. Honestly, she could stay like this forever, if it wasn't for the chill in the air she happily would.

Eddie has set the place up with blankets and snacks, she spots the tape on the table and beams.

"Movie night? That's so cool". Eddie looks like he relaxes a lot after she says this and gestures for her to sit on the sofa while he puts on the video.

Nightmare on Elm Street was so good! She can't wait to see it again. Snuggling into Eddie's arms she gets comfy and waits for the movie to start.

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"You can hold my hand anytime if you feel a little scared okay princess?". He tells her softly and presses a kiss to her hair, wrapping her up tightly in his arms.

"That's sweet of you Eds but I won't get scared. I love horror movies". He gapes then sighs.

Fucking Harrington, he had been having a funny feeling all day that something would cock up.

"I asked Steve for advice on what film we should watch and he said a horror because you didn't look like the type to watch those movies and I could offer to cuddle you if you got scared".

She snorts.

"Didn't realise you had to be a specific type to watch horror? I love it. Halloween is my favourite but Nightmare on Elm Street is a close second. Nancy is so cool and Freddy's song? I admit that did give me the creeps the first time I heard it but I love it now".

Eddie is still surprised but thinks it's very cool. She is very cool.

"That's totally metal princess, wanna watch Halloween after this. Well, if you're having a good time? I know I am". He waits for her answer growing anxious

"The best Eds. I really love being with you". They settle back down, sharing a lot of kisses throughout the night.

It was the perfect first date for them both.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #spooky #eddie munson imagine

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