#skipps writes

[the-original-skipps]

If you know what this picture is you’ll know what this is about

spy!scaramouche when he leaves for "work" he disappears for a couple of days only to reappear again without notice. You could just have gotten back from your job, only to see your boyfriend dressed casually lounging on the couch in your living room. "Oh, you're back." He says nonchalantly to you without looking up from his phone.

"I can say the same thing about you."

spy!scaramouche who moves around without any sound. He often surprises you by suddenly appearing behind you, as if he teleports. He does it on purpose so he can see your startled face. Your reaction is too cute. He can't help himself.

spy!scaramouche who may have installed cameras throughout your shared home. Due to his occupation he's gotta be careful of who might come after him or even you. He can also make sure you're safe when he's away. He installed them for purely security purposes; he's not a "pervert" or so he claims but sometimes he just likes to see what you're up to.

spy!scaramouche who is essentially like your bodyguard. A trip to the supermarket? Just wanna grab a drink at the cafe? He's going with you, it doesn't matter how small the errand is. He complains but he still goes along with you, even though you didn't even ask him too.

spy!scaramouche who may or not have installed location tracking on your phone. What? He's gotta keep you safe, what you don't know won't hurt you. One day, he just strolls in casually at the cafe you're sitting at and you wonder how he managed to find you.

“What? It’s just a coincidence.”

spy!scaramouche has a lot of weapons hidden in your home. Just don't go looking in the wrong place or else you might find a sniper rifle. He's gonna have a hard time coming up with an excuse for that.

spy!scaramouche secretly knows all about the people you’re associated with not just that he seems to know quite a few things about everyone. A man bumps into you causing you to wince. Scara’s face turns cold before immediately grabbing the arm of the man who bumped into you his grip tight enough to bruise.

“Pallad, watch where you’re going.”

“H-How do you kno-“

“Scram.”

The man could only yelp in fear before running away.

spy!scaramouche who teaches you self defense because "You're weak as hell and I won't always be there to protect you…" He tells you mumbling out the last part so you couldn't hear him. He gets to be up and personal with you, his hand lingering a little longer on your waist. His face too close to yours that you can feel his breathe fan your face. This is supposed to be a part of the self defense lesson too right? Though his eyes tell a different story.

> spy? more like yandere

> ask box is always open for simping

[someonefantastic]

Coffy Week 2023 Day 3/4 ✰ Friendship/Rivalry Tiaras & Crowns - Cordelia & Buffy 2794 Words Rated: T

"Of all the places she thought she’d be on Homecoming night of her senior year, nowhere on Cordelia’s list was nursing a bowl of ice cream, in a ripped and dirty dress, with Buffy Summers of all people."

Or, Buffy and Cordelia ditch Homecoming.

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[sleepysnoots]

Im planning on writing some ramshackle fics so please send in requests!

I will write everything except for smut

I will also do x readers so requests the implied gender youd like and yeahh

Anyways please send in requests and toodles

Also i love these silly guys so much

[heartsformars]

HEY RICH GIRL!!! ramshackle trio x rich! fem! Reader

TW: Robbery implied, violence implied, Vinnie being vinnie

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SKIPP

-The first few times you saw it, you probably didn't notice it was a scrap.

-Just a guy you sometimes had small talk with when you saw him around town. -so focused on the conversation that you didn't notice how two other guys were taking things out of your purse -or of the eventual feelings you started to develop for the boy. -At first you didn't get it but then I bought it. Declaring yourself wasn't a problem as you hadn't experienced rejection in your life -yet you were surprised to see that the guy accepted your confession… I mean, with so few conversations you exchanged a week, had he really managed to get feelings for you too? -Well, going more into the relationship skipp DEFINITELY wouldn't accept a confession out of convenience, he really doesn't seem to enjoy using a person for that sort of thing -but having you around is a real relief. -Although sometimes he's a little embarrassed to ask you for money, he doesn't even have to, you usually give him money as if you were giving him flowers. -And don't be afraid to give him things, he will accept and keep anything you give him, no matter if it's simple or something more elaborate. -he even gets surprised on some of his dates when you insist on taking him to expensive places when he was planning on just going to a field and hanging out together. -enjoying the company together -because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter your money or if you take him to fancy places, as long as you and him spend time together he will be satisfied <3

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STONE

-Honestly, at the beginning he didn't notice you much, in fact, he didn't even know your name. -He's not really the type to be interested in a specific person. -However, that time you helped the three of them steal some things, you really caught his attention. -A rich girl helping the poor? He even doubt your intentions for a moment, but it seemed like you did it with good intentions so he don't really question it too much. -However, you and him continued interacting until eventually it came to something more, even if at the beginning he refused to accept it, he couldn't hide the nerves he used to get when he was next to you or just looked at you… -he probably even confessed to you by accident by telling this to you, and you just stood there like "so you like me?" -after that it was kind of awkward, lucky for the boy that you shared these feelings. -getting more into aspects of your relationship, I feel like he's not really the type to express his love through gifts or physical affection. He's more about spending time with you or showing that he appreciates you through his actions. -although it doesn't bother him at all when you insist on giving him gifts and taking him to all sorts of places in ramshackle.  -even if he acts a little angry, he really enjoys spending time with you. -although that doesn't mean he likes to spend so much time with a crowd of people -but out of everything, he really appreciates your efforts and sacrifices you make for him so he tries to return the favor... in his own way... - and he knows that you know that you both know that no matter what, you will always be together -even though it still bothers you that he smokes and gets drunk

VINNIE

-Let's be honest, she didn't see you as a potential partner at first. -It's not that she didn't like you or appreciate you, in fact, she was surprised by your kindness as a rich person and that you genuinely got together with her despite your status. -so you would be partially out of the scams and weekly robberies. -although you insisted on giving her money, and of course, who was she to refuse? -Eventually and eventually she started to feel strange when she was around you, I mean, she didn't feel that way with anyone, why with you? -Skipp was probably the first to find out when he asked her what was that weird feeling in her stomach every time she talked to you. -and ohh when he found out it was a low blow -She? Falling in love? It was such a far out scenario that even she didn't think it would ever happen. -but it happened -ok, and definitely (again) Skipp was the one who was most supportive of her confessing, stone wasn't that interested but he did his bit each tale -although even with the extra help you were the first one to propose, haha. -Ok, she doesn't know much how to show her love in a more "cheesy" way so she probably tries to throw compliments at you that end up in a somewhat awkward situation, but no amount of laughter will not lighten the mood. -She loves it when you give her things, even though sometimes she feels indebted to you, she gets over it quickly. -do you need support? She is your support! She would never really leave you alone, no matter the situation Need help beating up some guys? She can do it for you! And even with her eyes closed! - even if it means you have to stick up for her and her friends when they get in trouble with some of your colleagues. -But, even with her flaws, Vinnie is the best company you could have, and the best partner you could have wished for. -even if she did steal money from your mom. 

— Not a request, but I wanted to write this, so sorry if it's a bit OOC lol, I'm cooking up a stone one-shot, so stay tuned guys.

[emo-trash88]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a skipp x male reader where, yk how he plays like his little ukulele (guitar?) Maybe just reader and skipp having a cute moment of him playing reader something sappy and cute and reader falling even more head over heals for him, PLZ FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS IS YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE OR ANYTHING❤

I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE THIS, also just for everyone's knowledge, Zeddyzi confirmed that Skipp plays a mandolin (I'm not sure if that's really changed) but I'm going to be sticking with that. I also made it a one shot, so just let me know if you want headcannons instead!

When Words Fail, Music Speaks

Skipp x m! Reader

Pronouns: Second person, male implied

Word count: 679

Tw: Too much cuteness, betting???

Late nights weren't exactly a you thing, but with all the stress if possibly not having enough money to feed everyone along with your own personal quarrels of having a huge crush on one of your closest friends, you don't particularly have a choice. However, that doesn't mean you necessarily mind. Looking at the stars and moon late at night when there's nothing else to bother you is very serene.

On the other hand, no matter how many times you try to think about literally anything else, your mind always wanders back to Skipp. With his kind eyes and caring heart, it's honestly hard to dislike him, but you got the short end of the stick. You don't just like him, you like him, which is almost a completely different problem.

"Hey (name)..." You hear from behind you, and you almost go flying like a feral cat. You turn around to see who just approached you and it's no one other than Skipp. "Oh! Hey Skipp!" You say, trying to mask your nervousness with excitement (it's obviously not working).

Before you really even know it, Skipp is sitting by you conversing with you like every time he speaks he doesn't make your heart race. "So, what's been going on with you?" He asks, looking at you with that almost sickeningly sweet face you've learned to love. "W-what do you mean?" You ask, almost completely about to panic and just run away towards the moon so you would never have to answer his question.

"I'm just a bit worried about you, you've honestly been acting a bit strange" He says almost defeatedly. Suddenly you feel a pang in your heart. Did I really make him worry about me that much? you think to yourself fear and anxiety plaguing your emotions. "But you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He adds on, which makes you realize how long you've essentially been sitting in silence for. "Oh no! It's just that I'm worried we haven't been making enough money...y'know?" You almost whisper shout, almost lying. It's not exactly that it isn't part of the truth, but it's not exactly it either.

"Thats okay! I worry about that too." He says, smiling at you so kindly. That smile that makes you feel like you could either vomit or die, or both. You look back at him, your face probably having a stupid lovesick look plastered on it. For once you are genuinely grateful that the moon has horrible illumination. "Is that why you're awake this late?" He asks, and before you even know it, you're nodding in agreement, silently hoping he'll offer to give you a hug or some other sweet form of affection to "help you sleep".

After you nod, he just looks at you, almost like he's studying your face like one would study an art piece. "Well...I can play you something on my mandolin if you'd like." He says, pulling him mandolin seemingly out of nowhere, but honestly, you could care less about the laws of physics currently, you just wish he would keep looking at you like that every single day.

"Yeah, I'd like that." You say smiling softly. He quickly lifts it up to himself and starts plucking the strings slowly. As he plays the mandolin the whole world feels as though it stops. The stars seem to shine brighter, the moon feels fuller, and you and him feel so much more awkwardly closer.

Before really anyone could stop it, your head is resting on his shoulder, and you're fast asleep. He glances down at you, a smile slowly making its way onto his face. He could worry tomorrow about making money or talking to you about your obvious feelings for eachother, but right now you're passed out on his shoulder.

Sure, tomorrow morning Vinnie and Stone will wake up first, and Vinnie will owe Stone extra food for having guessed that y'all would eventually fall asleep together, but that's for tomorrow. Tonight, you are a night person who happens to love listening to the mandolin.

This was so delightful to write, and I listened to so many songs played on the mandolin just to figure out how to write it 😭 Anyways for those who care, this is the song I honestly pictured Skipp playing

Have a lovely day y'all!

[janfraiser]

I DON'T TRUST NOBODY AND NOBODY TRUSTS ME

Succession ✧ 690 words ✧ At the reception, Karolina clocks Kendall's subterfuge, and has something to say about being overlooked.

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Karolina is in the middle of listening to a tipsy Sally Anne tell a story about having to face off against Caroline wearing nothing but her underwear when Gerri nudges her in the arm, hard. “Karolina,” she hisses, “what the fuck is this?”

Coming from Gerri, that’s generally not a good question, and Karolina frowns as she leans over the offered phone screen. Roy family unrest involving key members of Waystar RoyCo may threaten the pending deal with GoJo, says a confident Waystar source.

Karolina’s jaw drops a little as she looks back up at Gerri. “That’s not me.” It certainly should be-- the twitter account, the classic byline of confident Waystar source, but everything she knows says the GoJo deal is solid and necessary, even if Kendall and Roman are being a little bitchy about it. 

Wait. Fuck.

“That’s not me,” she repeats to Gerri, her tone hushed. “I’ll be right back.”

She finds Hugo in a corner by the bar talking to Colin, who she excuses efficiently with a slight touch to his arm and a smile too bright for a funeral until he gets the hint. When he’s gone, she folds her arms over her chest, facing Hugo head on.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” she says calmly, “but you’re fired.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he says, way too fucking nonchalant for the glare she’s leveling at him.

She scoffs. “Excuse me?”

“I think it’s well within my job description to follow an express order directly from the CEO,” Hugo brags, a disgusting smirk crawling across his face despite him clearly trying to keep it in check. “Look, Karolina, you’re good at your job, but… look at it this way, a hunting dog can work hard all day, can run for miles, and at the end of the day still sleeps in a kennel. The lap dog is the one who’s in a nice warm bed.”

The pieces fall into place with a relieving clarity, seeing as Karolina spends a good portion of her time trying to guess what any of the Roys’ plans really are. She steps even closer to Hugo, narrowing her eyes. “Are you calling me a bitch?”

He stares at her, mouth gaping with no words to answer, and she scoffs and walks away.

Karolina orders a vodka soda at the bar while she regroups, scanning the room. Hugo must be talking to Kendall; Roman doesn’t inspire that level of confidence in general, and certainly not today. Speaking of Roman, there’s a viral video she should do something about, but currently, Kendall trying to fuck the company takes precedence. Karolina makes a decision and downs the last half of her drink, the carbonation and alcohol burning in that quantity and making her close her eyes for a moment. Getting vodka drunk is just so much more efficient than lazing around with a glass of wine.

As she crosses the room, she makes eye contact with Gerri long before she hits the table, and Gerri stands and meets her at a pair of armchairs off to the side of the dinner tables. “So?”

“Kendall,” Karolina says. “Making promises he has no wherewithal to keep, which is nothing new… anyway, Hugo overplayed his hand. He’s trying to fuck the deal. Maybe Roman, too.”

“Idiots,” Gerri hisses. 

“I think we should go to Shiv,” Karolina suggests quietly.

Gerri nods. “She’s definitely getting close with Matsson. It’ll be good to have someone who can get through to him while Kendall and Roman throw this fit.”

“And,” Karolina adds, “we can leverage their habits of fighting each other for the sake of it. Kendall thinks he’s already on top, Shiv will stay with the deal just to pull the rug out from under him.”

Gerri nods, her lips tights. “A riskier system to rely on, but… she’s definitely being iced out. You’re right.”

“I’m going to find Ebba,” Karolina sighs, “and fix this so-called ‘official statement. You got Shiv?”

Gerri smiles wryly. “I am her godmother, after all.”

Karolina snorts. “Best of luck.”

Gerri grabs her shoulder as they move in opposite directions. “Godspeed.”

[copper-skulls]

happy pride month from your local mess, feat.: holy shit lupik did you actually draw your sona in full color??

the og 8 stripe flag bcs it is simply very good. thank you.

[skippthecredits]

Which one is marny again?

a friend of mine who owns the best travelling business selling completely legit products. you should buy all of his stock actually.

[zqcky01]

HII!! YOUR RAMSHACKLE STONE FICS ARE ADORABLE AND I HOPE TO SEE MORE OF THEM!! YOU’RE SO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO ITS MIND-BOGGLING

I hope this isn’t TOO specific and if it is and you don’t wanna do it, no worries! I was wondering if I could request a grumpy x sunshine kind of vibe with stone and a fem!/gn!reader where something happens (maybe a scheme goes well and it was Stone’s idea or something, literally anything could happen) and the reader gets super excited and just goes “oh my god stone, you’re a genius! I could kiss you right now!!” but she doesn’t mean for him to take it too seriously… but he does and gets really flustered… and the reader notices and gives him a proper kiss…

I HOPE THAT ISNT TOO MUCH I JUST ADORE THE WAY YOU WRITE

Brightness Shine

Stone x Reader

a/n: HAHG I LOVE THISRHSNWKDJSNWKEJNSWKWKN

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The four of you ran away, your arms full of jewelry and money pouring out of your arms. Vinnie had originally planning this scheme to rob a whole bunch of people in the middle of a movie theater, but Stone stepped in and made it—well better and more interesting.

He had told you guys to hide the crowd when the movie of starting and when it was ending instead of robbing while the movie was live. While Vinnie’s was too just rob anyone.

You guys made it back to the slums where you lived and dumped it off. “I’ll go get the rest!” Vinnie cheered as she tugged Skipp along. “I’ll come with!” He cheered.

Once they left—you immediately started to praise Stone who was caught off guard. “Stop it.” He grumbled as he rolled his eyes. “No! You plan so well! Now we can pay for a week of food! Oh Stone!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Stone’s gaze went to the sky, his arms going limp on his sides.

“You’re the reason why we won’t starve! I could just—kiss you right now I’m so happy!” You giggled as you hugged him tighter.

Stone’s eyes widened, his cheeks becoming bright red. His body shivered as he looked down at you. “God I’m too sober for this..” He muttered.

You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. Before smirking. “Stone?” You asked, placing her hands onto his cheeks. “Are you—flustered?” Your smirk widened.

“Can I at least get tipsy before you do anything stupid—“ Stone was cut off by a sudden kiss by you. He stumbled back, his hands reached up to your waist.

“Hey guys—WHAT THE FUCK—“

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

about me:

☆– i may or may not be a shooting star in human disguise

☆– call me asher, astro, apollo, percy, thalia, nico, leo, or skipp

☆- he/they or just ask me

☆– im genderfluid and my sexuality shifts alot as well, i have a hoard of different labels i use depending on what fits at the moment/what suits the bit more

☆– audhd and probably some other shit

☆– i get told i have child of apollo vibes alot

☆– im a mediocre writer and while i dont have any of my original works posted, i do have a pjo fic up

hyperfixations & hobbies: pjo, writing, genshin impact, space, music, lego ninjago, the dragon prince, probably more

spouse/partner list:

☆– my platonic boyfriend: @possibly-astraeus

☆– my platonic wife: @fairyycoffin

☆– my platonic husband: @ssavinggrace

☆– the wise girl to my seaweed brain: @runwiththerain

☆- my darling boy neeks: @lostlosersclub

my general tags:

☆– #asher says stuff (for original posts)

☆– #asher answers (for answering asks)

☆– #ashers writing rambles (for talking about my wips)

friend tags:

☆– #mine dearest uncle perseus (@genderfluidsgetguns)

☆– #the boyfriend™️ (@anartistwithamask)

☆– #thalia my beloved <3 (@ssavinggrace)

☆– #my wise girl <3 (@runwiththerain)

☆- #darling neeks (@lostlosersclub)

[the-original-skipps]

|| AN3MO BOYS WHEN YOU TRIP IN FRONT OF THEM. ||

I’m back to continue writing for my favorite anemo boys. The idea just struck me and so here I am.

Enjoy.

❥ Heizou

"Are you hurt? Cause you look like you just fell in love with me."

You could frown in response, staring blankly at him from the ground. He lets out a small laugh as he grabs ahold of both your hands, slowly pulling you up to stand. You look anywhere else but him as you dust off your clothes for dirt. You let out a huff before walking ahead of him.

"I'm already in love with you."

Too bad you didn't look back as you would have seen his breath hitch with shock, his face warming at your words.

❥ Kazuha

"Oh dove, are you alright?"

Kazuha asks, his voice laced with concern as he crouches down to your level bringing his hands to your arms. He looks like he’s the one who tripped instead with how he's staring at you. You sheepishly smile as you return his question.

"I'm fine, Kazuha."

His face remained the same but relief flooded his eyes. He helps you stand up before dusting off your clothes, eyes raking over your body for potential wounds. Your breath hitches as he suddenly rests his forehead against yours placing his hand on your cheek.

"I'm glad you're alright my love."

❥ Venti

"Woahh! Oof-!"

You look to see Venti fall beside you. More like pretend as his timing was just after you tripped. You stare at him in confusion as he lets out an "embarrassed" giggle.

"Looks like we both tripped, ehe." He says as he slightly sticks his tongue out with a wink. You softly laugh at his words before you reach out for his hand pulling him to stand with you.

"I guess we both did."

"I suggest we hold hands to prevent further stumbling." Venti grins as his grip on your hand tightens.

❥ Xiao

The moment you fell to the ground Xiao quickly gathers you into his arms. Before you can protest in confusion you find yourself back to Wangshu Inn, your orbs meeting with with Verr Goldet as she stares at you both in shock.

"We request immediate assistance."

"Wait, Xia-"

"Now."

Verr shakes off her shock before rushing to prepare a room. You protest as you feel your cheeks heating up from the embassestment as onlookers look towards you both in curiosity. However, Xiao's grip on you only tightens as he stares down at you with a serious look on his face.

"You're hurt, stop moving."

You could only gulp in response before shyly trying to hide your face against his chest.

❥ Scaramouche/Wanderer

"Ouch"

You cry out in response as your knees scrape against the hard ground. Looking up your eyes meeting with Scaramouche's who just stares down at you blankly. Yet, is that a hint of a grin trying to creep on his face? Before you could comment he lets out a tired sigh.

"Get up"

You huff as you slowly stand up dusting off the dust that may have clung to your clothes, slightly wincing as your knees straighten. You see his indigo orbs flicker towards your knees as he reaches out to pull you by the arm slowly pulling you along towards a rock for you to sit.

"Sit, I'll see what I can do about them."

[someonefantastic]

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” For vacation au cangel 💗

This took forever to finish because for some reason instead of writing a, you know, drabble for some reason I chose to write the entire first date scene which turned out to be over 2k words. I swear I'm nearly incapable of writing something short for this fandom smh

Anyway this is a sequel to this fic and basically the premise of this au is that everyone is human, there's no supernatural elements, and Cordelia and Angel meet while on respective vacations

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The flurry of butterflies in Cordelia's stomach have officially upgrades to bats--and she's pretty sure they're waging a war. To say she's nervous for her dinner date with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Frosted-Tips is an understatement; she's been jittery all evening prompting some lighthearted jabs from Faith and Fred. It's like she's in high school, except Queen C never really got nervous on her dates so maybe it's more like she's about to do an audition for a very successful producer. Either way, she's nervous and she's not really sure why.

The elevator dings and she takes a deep breath, smoothing out the long light gray skirt of her dress. Giving herself one last glance in the elevator's reflective surfaces, she pulls her shoulders back and strides out into the lobby.

She spots Angel almost immediately and her heart immediately picks up it's pace. She could never forget how pretty he is but if she did, the sight of him standing there in a navy button up that hugs his form perfectly and dark jeans is a very good reminder. The smile that spreads across his face as he spots her threatens to turn her insides to jelly and she gives him a wave as she crosses the lobby.

"Hi."

"Hi," he greets back, eyes leaving her face for a moment to scan down her dress. "You look beautiful."

She feels her cheeks grow warm. "Thank you. And you look very handsome yourself."

His smile simply grows and she decides that it's right up there with the sunset and the Grand Canyon for most beautiful sights she's ever seen.

He offers her his arm and she automatically takes it. "Shall we?"

"Oh yes please. I'm starving."

He chuckles as they head to the resort's dining area.

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Dinner goes off really well. Cordelia can't remember the last time she had this much fun with a guy but they've barely stopped talking since they sat down. Well, to be honest, it's been mostly her talking and him listening but he's been asking her so many questions about herself that it feels sort of unavoidable--after all she is chatty. But he seems to be enjoying himself and she certainly knows that she is so she really hopes this is going well by all accounts.

"So, Angel," She says when there's a lull in the conversation, "We've talked so much about me but I want to know more about you. Like what do you do for a living? Or what brings you here?"

He swallows the steak he's been chewing--he likes it rare and to be honest, she finds that a little weird, but it's definitely not a deal breaker. "I work at a law firm, leading the security team. I don't love it but it pays the bills. And I'm here because my friend--you might've not noticed him but he was playing basketball with me. Was wearing orange shorts." An amused smile pulls at Cordelia's lips as she thinks of Fred. "He knows a guy who works here and managed to get us a good deal." Picking up a knife, he starts cutting into his steak. "I've been so busy with work and felt like I wasn't around Connor nearly enough so--" He stops mid sentence, knife halfway through the meat and gives her a guilty look. "Oh."

Eyebrows creasing, Cordelia puts down the wine glass she was about to sip from. "What?"

"I'm sorry, I just... I never know when or how to bring this up. I'm still so new to this and..." He trails off and Cordelia's brain fills with countless worst case scenarios. Angel takes a deep breath. "I have a son."

The scenarios freeze and dissipate in the blink of an eye. "Oh?"

He nods, a little uncertain. "His name is Connor, he's five." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and flips it open to reveal a picture of him--sans frosted tips--and a little boy with dirty blonde hair and a grin that reminds her of Angel's.

Cordelia feels a smile spread across her face. "He's adorable."

Angel nods his head, practically beaming with pride. "He is. He's going into first grade this year and he already knows all of the alphabet and is starting to read!" His eyes light up as he talks and Cordelia finds herself captivated. "He's really smart and he's athletic too. You should've seen him on his junior hockey team, one game he scored three goals." Stopping himself, he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away."

"No, don't apologize." She gives him a soft smile, covering the hand he has resting on the table with hers. "Your son sounds wonderful and it's really sweet hearing you talk about him. You really love him."

"I do," He says fondly, his eyes going far away. "His mother and I... well we were never good together and it didn't end well. She's no longer in the picture."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was for the best. And well, Connor? He's the best thing to ever happen to me."

Scratch his smiles, the sincerity and love in his voice and written across his face is absolutely breathtaking.

"That's why I'm on this vacation," He continues, "I wanted to spend more time with Connor and give him cool experiences. It's what he deserves."

She squeezes his hand. "That's really sweet." A thought strikes her and she frowns. "Why are you here with me then? You should be with your son."

He ducks his head. "Is it bad if I say I needed a break from him?"

She laughs and shakes her head. "Not at all. This girl at work has kids and she once told me a big reason why she chose to return to work was to get out of the house every once in a while, so I get it." A playful smile dances across her lips. "Is that your only reason though...?"

With a smirk, he grasps her hand and lifts it to his lips. "Not at all. I saw you sitting by the pool and nearly got hit in the head with a basketball." She chuckles at the image, her stomach flipping, though not unpleasantly. "I'm very glad you agreed to dinner."

"So am I," She says softly, warmth bubbling inside of her. Tearing her eyes away from her face, she returns to her meal, cutting off a piece of her scallops. "So, if you're on this date with me, where's Connor?"

"He's with his uncles." She glances at him, prompting him to explain, "I came on this trip with a few of my friends. There's Gunn--it's his last name--he's the guy I mentioned before. He works security with me. Then Wesley, it's a long story how I know him but he works at the museum where I'm from archiving old books or something. And then Doyle, who's like my brother. Youo might've seen him on the court as well, Wesley was watching Connor during his nap time." He takes a sip of his wine. "They all agreed to look after him so I could be here with you."

"Well tell them I say thank you. They sound like great guys."

"Yeah I really appreciate them." His glass clinks softly against his plate as he sets it down. "What about your friends? They seemed interesting."

"That's one way of putting it," She says with a snort. "I met Faith in high school through a girl we both knew but we didn't really become friends until later on in our lives. She did time a few years back, it's not really my story to tell, but once she got out she started a non-profit helping kids to get off of the streets. I help her out." Taking another bite of scallops, she continues, "And then I met Fred when I accidentally signed up for what I thought was an all inclusive retreat but turned out to be five days in the mountains taking care of some woman's farm." They both laugh. "We certainly bonded."

"Seems like it," he says shoulders still shaking.

"They're good friends even though Faith has less of a filter than I do."

He hums around his bite of steak. "Good to know."

They lapse into comfortable silence, eating their respective meals and occasionally sneaking glances at the other. But a tightness wraps itself around Cordelia's spine, fear manifesting itself physically at the possibility of vulnerability, at the realization of how relaxed she feels around this man in such a short amount of time. She doesn't know him, not truly, and yet she wants to with such a fierce desire that it scares her. Not only that but she wants him to know her as well, to let him strip her bare of her defenses, allow him to crawl inside her skin and know the parts of her she's kept on lock from everyone else.

It's a terrifying thought to realize how much she wants this and more importantly, just how much he could hurt her if she let him.

Swallowing down her anxieties with a gulp of wine, she levels her gaze at Angel. A smile slips across her lips at the crease in his brow as he concentrates on cutting his steak, her heart fluttering at the tensing muscles in his hand. And she decides right then and there that she won't let him hurt her--but she also won't let her fears get in the way of getting to know this beautiful man.

___

By the time dinner--followed by dessert and a walk around the resort--is over, the moon is high in the sky and those still awake have gathered at the bars and other places with nightly activities. The hallway to Cordelia's suite is quiet though, the only sound is the soft elevator ding and the scuffing of footsteps as Cordelia and Angel make their way to the door.

They walk hand in hand, bodies so close together that their shoulders bump occasionally. The door gets closer and the bats in Cordelia's stomach become tiny vampires, gnawing away at her insides. Part of her doesn't want this night to end, to be honest it's the most enjoyable date she's had in a very long time. Talking with Angel feels like talking to an old friend; there's an ease and a comfort to their conversations, a rhythm that they found so quickly that just feels natural. She genuinely enjoys being with him--something she can't say for very many of her past relationships.

As they stop in front of her room, the other part of her waits in nervous anticipation for how this night is going to end.

"Well, this is me," She says, glancing at her room number as her body turns to face him. "How much do you want to bet my friends are in the living room just waiting to ambush me?"

He chuckles. "My friends probably will do the same."

"Why do we put up with them?" She asks teasingly.

He laughs again and ducks his head. A silence spreads between them, tense and exciting, wrought with anticipation and the pounding of Cordelia's heart. She watches him study his shoes, shift back and forth, as if gathering up the courage. It's cute how shy he's being but the silence stretches on one second too long and she can't help the sigh she heaves.

"Well? Aren't you going to kiss me?"

His head snaps up and his cheeks go red, one hand moving to run through his frosted tips. "Well-I-I didn't want to assume. I really like you and I didn't want to mess--"

He's abruptly cut off as Cordelia surges forward and firmly presses her mouth against his.

Angel relaxes almost instantly, his hands finding her hips and gently holding on. She palms his face, kissing him softly, tenderly, but without an ounce of hesitation, like walking into a pool for the first time and feeling the cool waters slowly warm. His skin is soft beneath her hands, lips like ambrosia and when he parts them slightly her head spins.

She pulls back before it can go any further, before she breaks all carefully crafted defenses and invites him in for something she hasn't done on a first date since high school. But she already mourns the loss, her mouth tingling with the ghost of his kiss and she steps back, letting her hands drop from his face before she can give into the temptation to press her lips hard against his and never come up for air again.

His hands remain on her hips for half a second more, thumbs running slow circles against the satin of her dress and then he lets go, looking at her with wonder and warmth, his cheeks pink.

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” She teases gently, voice coming out soft, nearly breathless.

He smiles, not a large beaming grin or a gentle quirk of his lips but a soft curve that she longs to run her fingertips across. "I hadn't realized just how much I wanted to kiss you."

She feels warmth bloom in her chest and spread up her neck, flushing her face. "Me too."

"I should let you get some sleep," he says hesitantly, like it's the opposite of what he really wants. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." And then, without thinking, she presses up on her toes and kisses him once more. "Goodnight, Angel."

His voice sounds breathless, wistful. "Goodnight, Cordelia."

[emo-trash88]

Hii:3  so I've been reading your works and I LOVE them (especially the Ramshackle and Hazbin hotel <3) so I was wondering if yo could write an one shot about Stone with a Male! Reader about what it would be like to sleep with him (you know, cuddles and cuddles and stuff) I have a hc about skipp and vinnie trying to grab the blanket for them while they sleep (obviously not knowing) and i even see them half fighting and pulling the blanket at each other while they sleep and I feel like (of the three) stone is the lightest sleeper so you could say he suffers the most with that so reader help him fall asleep again? I'm sorry if I made it too long but I better leave it until here because then I start to extend more and in fact this is already extending more but my English is not so good and I had to use translator in several parts of this to make sure that if I wrote it well but anyway sorry for making it so long sorry again 

-🥸 (I love this emoji omg it looks so silly and goofy and it reminds me of me fHAHSJANAJANJSGDUSIWJAJJ)

Ofc I would love to write this! Also dw about your english, I understood it very well! I couldn't really find a good way to write it in one shot form (I'm so sorry 🙏🙏🙏) but if you want me to try and rewrite it just let me know!

Stone x M! reader

Pronouns: Second person, implied male

Tw: uhhh, too much fluff???

- So I'm gonna preface this by saying I don't think Stone is particularly touch starved(I know a lot of people headcannon him as being touch starved(no shade to them)), he just doesn't like touch very much.

- Like in several scenes we see him tell Skipp to not touch him or to let go off him.

- So I think cuddling would be a kind of thing where it's not often, unless it's like winter time or on of y'all is drunk off your ass.

- But I feel like Stone would be really cold in general.

- Like cold hands, cold feet, cold everything

- So idk if y'all like that but it's the truth.

- That being said, he's probably a blanket hog by accident and it turns into a fucking war just to not freeze to death.

- Also cuddling with him lowkey sucks. Like he's basically a sack of bones, and last time I checked that is not super duper comfortable.

- And then ofc, we have the lovely Vinnie and Skipp.

- They thought it would be silly to take away the blanket y'all were sharing (Cause no amount of alcohol can raise that man's body heat nearly enough to be comfortable)

- He obviously woke up (Because I agree, light sleeper Stone for the win!!!)

- And you wake up to people yelling at 2:00am (sounds just like home)

- But in all, do I think he dislikes cuddling, yes. Do I think he's freezing cold all of the time, yes. Do I think cuddling with him would probably be hella uncomfortable, also yes. But none of that should stop anyone.

- Go cuddle your angsty sickly victorian looking boy to your hearts content (dw I wanna cuddle with him too)

I just realized this lowkey sounds like pure Stone slander, I PROMISE I AM TOO A STONE SIMP I SWEARR 🙏🙏🙏

[janfraiser]

"This sounds so cheesy, but be my Valentine?" "It's March." for Ronon/Jen

This prompt made me laugh out loud so I just had to start with it. Set in the canon timeline but no specific episode tag

Jennifer is fighting the losing battle of trying to keep the latest research-worthy medical records organized the way she likes them when Ronon ducks into her back corner of the infirmary, dropping two chocolate bars in front of her. Her interest is instantly piqued, because those never cease to be a hot commodity, even during the weeks when things are calm enough that they can come back and forth from Earth. The two he’s offering are cookies ‘n’ cream and a 70% cacao dark, and her mouth begins to water.

“Jen.” Ronon is holding out a bouquet of daffodils and some smaller white and yellow flower she doesn’t recognize, and he has an adorable befuddled look on his face. “This sounds so… cheesy, but, uh. Be my Valentine?”

She opens and closes her mouth a few times, caught off guard by the amount of Earth slang happening. “Um. It’s March?”

“So?”

Jen has a sneaking suspicion Ronon has not grasped the entire concept of Valentines. She tries to tread carefully, not wanting her explanation to come out as a rejection. “Well, Ronon, Valentine’s Day is, like, a specific holiday. In February. It was a few weeks ago… remember when General O’Neill showed up and Colonel Carter put half a dozen marines on kitchen duty for asking why he was here?” Not that she blames the Colonel. She certainly wouldn’t care for military snooping if someone looked at her the way General O’Neill looked at Sam. Almost the way Ronon is staring at her now. Hm.

Ronon falters, the bouquet dipping as he lowers his outstretched arm. “Oh. I’m late, then. Sorry. Sheppard, uh, made it sound like a less specific form of courting, like it was just about being dramatic about showing interest in someone.” He meets her eyes, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I thought you might like dramatic.”

Jen feels her cheeks heat at the idea of him thinking about how to impress her. "That's so sweet of you," she says, her voice cracking. She steps out from around the desk to take the flowers from him. "I'll get some water for these..." she ends up filling a beaker to temporarily put them in, but it's the best she has right now. "Thank you so much Ronon, I-- you didn't have to do that."

His face falls. "You're not interested."

"No! I mean, yes!" Jen buries her face in her hands. "Yes, Ronon, I'm interested. I've just... never had someone go to this much trouble for me. The chocolate is insane, and the flowers too, I mean, gosh, where did they come from?"

Ronon shrugs. "Some from the botanists, some were native wildflowers Teyla helped me find. I picked all yellow ones 'cause it's so dreary down here." He looks around. "No offense."

Jennifer licks her lips, her mouth feeling dry. Taking a chance, she steps closer and wraps her arms around his neck, even though she has to go up on her toes to do so. "I love them, Ronon," she says. "I definitely like you dramatic. But I-- I like you normal, too."

His eyes might as well be staring into her soul. "Dramatic is more fun." And then he leans down and kisses her so intensely that she doesn't even have the breath to gasp in surprise.

The kiss is insane. She's never felt anything like it. She understands now why romance novels are so fond of the term 'mind blowing'. She dearly hopes nobody gets injured in the next, like, hour, because she's going to need more than a minute to recover, or even better, to keep kissing Ronon. And the he slides his hands down to her butt and bites her lip and her mind just goes blank.

When they part, Jen closes her eyes for a minute, her head spinning. "Holy crap," she breathes.

Ronon strokes two knuckles down the line of her jaw. "You okay?"

"More than," Jen answers, sure she's grinning like an idiot as she looks up at him. "Um. Do you wanna... go for a walk?"

"Absolutely," he agrees. "I just want to spend time with you. Whatever you want to do."

"Well, you took away most of my brilliant ideas with all that kissing," she says, giggling a little, "but getting out of here seems like a good first step."

Ronon slides an arm around her waist, his hand dipping into the back pocket of her uniform pants. "Lead the way."

[alexies101]

Cuddling and Care (Fanfic)

[Thank you for the love on the last one, so grateful! 😄 comment below if you want my wattpad user, I usually post there)

Sick in bed, Hamilton continued to write until his wrists became too sore to hold a pen. He laid there, bored as can be. He didn't like being ill. He was too weak and dizzy to do the things he liked, such as writing or running.

He turned over to the door of his room, his head aching. He missed Laurens, but he's unsure of how the other felt about him. Certainly not highly, considering he takes every opportunity to avoid him. But the redhead liked him. He was tall, manly, and was the only one who could understand his Caribbean accent. Maybe one day, in his stupid heart, Laurens would pick him up and kiss him all day and night.

His eyes felt heavy, everything was spinning.

-

"There's something not right."

-

"Doctor, cadet Hamilton has been asleep for about three days as of now. May you offer your best help?"

"He must be taken to medical immediately."

-

The soldier woke up days later, dizzy and fuzzy. He was clinging into something or someone. His eyes were blurry. He saw a face, a beautiful face. The face said something, but his ears were ringing too much to hear. He felt cold. He clung to the body.

-

"Laurens, do you adore me so?"

"More than anyone, my dear boy."

In his dreams, they kissed. They held each order. Laurens wasn't angry nor depressed. It was the only time he smiled. He wanted to be with him and never let him go.

"May we get engaged?"

"Yes!"

They will get married at sunset. Their eyes would lock as their lips would fuse together. They would touch each other's faces and bodies. They would have sex. They would have decades to love each other, and nobody could ever stop them.

-

It was on day ten when he was finally to know what was going on. All his friends were concerned, Washington had a stone-face, and the doctors had to keep their eyes on him 24/7. He was informed he had a severe case of Scarlet Fever. The tall body returned, looming in the shadows. He reached out for it. He saw it pause, unsure of what to do.

"May you come forth?" He asked with his arm reaching out to it.

His fever took hold, and he collapsed just as the body began to rush to him.

-

Stable enough to walk, he strolled outside, the cold air getting into his clothes. It felt so nice to finally not be ill after those miserable two weeks, though he knew another bout of winter illness would come eventually.

"Hamilton."

He paused, turning his head to the voice. He saw the tall body before, and now, he could see its features. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, scars.

"Laurens! What a pleasant surprise!" The taller walked up to him, his fingers trembling. "May you walk with me?"

"Yes, of course." His strange accent made his heart skipp a beat. "I need to speak with you if you would be so kind."

"Alright then."

He looked to the sides before having an arm around him. Hamilton tried not to blush as his soul did backflips.

"Before I begin, how are you feeling?" His voice was oddly gentle.

"Oh my, thank you for asking." He wanted to punch himself for his voice crack. "I am doing swell, though still a bit lightheaded."

He felt his grasp getting tighter around him. He blushed. "May we go back to our room, then? Mustn't faint on me."

The walk was silent. Hamilton wanted to jump up and down and wrap his arms around him. He didn't see how uncomfortable and almost frightened Laurens looked. They arrived and sat on the shorter's cot. He recently got a new one because all his possessions needed to be burned.

"What do you need to discuss, Laurens?"

"Please, refer to me as John."

Hamilton blushed so deeply that the other touched his face in fear of another fever, his heart beating fast. "Um, of course, John. Refer to me as Alexander."

John touched his shoulder again. The redhead felt so happy that he became slightly lightheaded. "Alexander, do you remember when you became ill and you awoke to someone by your side?"

"Yes?"

He took a deep breath. "That was me. I saw you in medical, I carried you to the tent." He looked away, tears swelling in his eyes. "I prayed."

"I always believed you held distain for me. You never spoke to me, nor did you want to be close to me."

John looked up. Hamilton gasped when he saw the big tear rolling down his face. He glanced at the other crying before, but this was the first time he's ever cried in front of anyone.

"I'm ill in the mind, I have a plague. I.." his big hands were trembling, Alexander went to hold them but stopped himself. "...I wanted not to have feelings for the fairer sex. I have feelings for the same sex." He wiped a tear from his eye.

The other, moved by the scene, chuckled. "Then you ought to be contagious." John raised his eyebrow, his heart now beating hard as well. "Lau-, I mean John, I happen to adore both sexes, and I just happen to adore you."

There was silence. Alexander felt feverish again. Did he say too much? Would John like him now? He slumped into Laurens, feeling warm arms around him and laying his heavy head on his shoulder.

"Are you well?" He never heard him sound so worried.

"Yes....just dizzy." He got up, bashful from embarrassment and the fact that John touched him in such a way.

Laurens chuckled nervously. "Alexander, you adore me?"

He took a breath. "Yes, I adore you as though you were a woman." It felt so strange saying it aloud. "Do you-"

"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" His voice was cracking with despair and desperation. "Since I've laid eyes on you! I adore everything you do, up to the way you care for your beautiful hair down to the way you hold the pens! I love you!"

It happened so quickly. Alexander hugged him, and the other did it back. Their lips smashed together. Hamilton became dizzy. This is all he wanted for so long. His body became heavy.

-

He woke up later that night, Laurens by his side. He looked miserable and frightened. He sat by him, his hands trembling.

"I thought I killed you!" He cried out as he stroked the curls that teased him for months. "You fainted!"

He sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "I'm well, I believe the excitement got to me." He blushed wildly as he stroked Laurens' scarred face. The other blushed as well.

"I'm so terribly sorry, I did not mean to harm you." His voice was gentle again. He put his hand on his pink cheek, his hand covering the entirety of it. "I would never harm you, my dear boy."

"Dear boy?" He was all smiles. "I love you."

That was the first time Laurens smiled. It was a beautiful smile of yellowish teeth and crooked teeth, a smile that lights up a dark room. "I love you as well."

John pulled him into a gentle embrace and led him to his lips. Alexander put his hands on his face to stroke his peach fuzz. They kissed. Laurens held him extra tight, just in case he fainted again. He bounced his red curls. He looked so beautiful. His long eyelashes and cheekbones looked almost like magic.

The taller pulled away, his arms still around him. "I love you."

"I love you so much." A tear ran down his face. "So much..."

His heart broke as he wiped it away with his big finger. "Mustn't cry..."

"You must be aware of this. When I was ill, I had dreams. Dreams, about you." His glance was gentle and warm. "You would hold me so tight to your skin."

"Such as this?" His heart felt hot with tenderness. Nobody had ever dreamt of him before.

He giggled, covering his mouth. "A bit closer, if you ought to know."

"Hm." He pulled his skinny body close to his stomach, Hamilton blushing from the warmth he ratied. "This?"

"Haha! Yes, yes!" He held his face in his hands. "Alas, it was you. It was always you. And now that we're together as so, it's-" the tears started again. "-a wonderful thing!"

Laurens kept smiling, rubbing his back. "It is so."

They embraced, kissed, kissed some more, and then just laid in the bed. Laurens had never felt so happy before. Love really was the key. Hamilton, at long last, finally got what he wanted.

"I love you, John." He whispered before he went to sleep. "I love you, I love you."

The other held him, protecting him from the cold. "I adore you. I cherish you." He kissed his forehead, his lips making a soft sound. "I love you, Alexander.

[pizzaqueen]

38 for the spotify ficlet :)

This was “Johnny and Mary” by Robert Palmer

I guess I kind of cheated by having them listen to the song, but it was the only idea I came up with! XD

767 words / rated T / Could be read as pre-slash or established relationship

(Send me a number and I’ll write a fic!)

“What do you mean you don’t care about music?”

Steve shrugs. Maybe he should have expected this reaction from Eddie, but he wasn’t even thinking when he said it. It’s kind of funny to see Eddie riled up, though, so he’s glad he did. “Just what I said.”

“But you have to like music!”

“Of course I like music.” Steve folds his arms over his stomach. “I’m just not as into it as you are.”

“But… You have a favorite song, right? Or a favorite band?”

“I don’t know. I’ll listen to whatever.”

And, honest to god, Eddie looks crushed. And completely fucking baffled. Steve almost feels bad, but it’s cute. “I don’t…” Eddie Munson, at a loss for words—not something Steve thought he’d ever see. “But…”

Eddie looks around the room, and then his eyes light up. He tumbles off Steve’s bed and grabs one of the cassettes sitting on the dresser. He waves it around and says, “But you buy albums!”

“Yeah, you got me!” Steve holds up his hands. “I’ve been known to buy an album or two.”

“So, you do have favorite bands.”

Steve rubs his eyebrow. “I guess…” He huffs. “Why is me having a favorite band so important?”

“It just is.” Eddie starts stalking around the room, scanning this way and that.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you have something to play this on?”

“You wanna listen to Robert Palmer?”

“No.” Eddie’s face screws up and he looks at the cassette he’s holding, like he’s looking at it for the first time. He falters for a moment, then adds, “I want to listen to your favorite band. Singer, whatever.”

“He’s not…” Steve trails off. This is obviously important to Eddie, and Steve can admit that Eddie’s important to him, so he pushes himself off the bed and goes over to Eddie. “Gimme that.” He swipes the cassette and puts it in the player sitting on his desk. The opening of “Looking for Clues” starts, filling Steve’s room with drums and synth.

“Is this your favorite song?”

“Sure.”

“Steve.”

Steve sighs, leaning back against his desk. He wasn’t lying when he said he doesn’t care that much about music, but there’s something about Eddie wanting to listen to what Steve likes, to want to know about Steve—because that’s what this is really about—that makes Steve feel good. Important. Seen. So, he presses fast forward, stops, presses play too early, fast forwards again until he gets to “Johnny and Mary”.

Eddie raises his brows expectantly, perched on the end of Steve’s bed.

“Yeah, this is my favorite song on this album.” And that’s not a lie either. It’s been a while since he listened to this album, but he always liked this song.

“What do you like about it?”

“If I knew there was going to be a quiz, I wouldn’t have put this on.” Steve shakes his head and says, “I guess I like the beat. You know…” He imitates the rhythm of the song with a string of do-do-do’s.

Eddie nods.

“And it makes me feel…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s stupid.” Steve’s suddenly embarrassed, which isn’t something he feels around Eddie often.

“I wanna know.”

Steve presses his lips together. He looks at Eddie, who’s waiting mostly patiently for his answer, and says, “I guess it makes me feel kinda sad.”

“And you like that?”

“Told you it was stupid,” Steve murmurs.

“No way.” Eddie shakes his head. “It sounds like a pretty good reason to like a song to me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean… I used to avoid some of the slower songs by bands I like. Like I never really got Sabbath’s Changes! But, now… Listening to it feels different.” A furrow appears in Eddie’s brow; he tilts his head. “It does make me feel kinda sad. And I like that.”

The way Eddie’s saying it, it’s like he’s only realizing it now. And it’s kind of cool to make Eddie realize something about himself.

“Huh.” Steve looks at Eddie, heart skipping a beat; he might not be as into music as Eddie is, but sharing this with him is nice. He feels closer to him. It’s good. And he hopes that this is what Eddie wanted. He thinks it is.

“You know,” Steve says, “we’ve talked through most of the song. Wanna start it again?”

Eddie makes a face and Steve bites back a laugh—it might feel nice to share it, but he honestly, really doesn’t give a shit if Eddie likes the same songs he does—but Eddie nods, so Steve starts the song over.