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can i get prompt A30 with kurt wagner (preferably from the older xmen)? and it's platonic not romantic. thanks :))
Summary: Sometimes Kurt has problems to remember how people should function.
Prompt: A30. âPlease donât use my toothbrush again.â
A/N: I used the og Kurt gif, but you can also read this with new Kurt as I didn't use anything that only applies to og Kurt.
THE CASE WITH A TOOTHBRUSH
Shared bathrooms always had their own problems, but one thing you trusted was that your shelf wouldnât be touched â until one morning, you found your toothbrush bent slightly, and the blue strand of hair on the handle left no other suspects than a certain mutant who liked to poof around the mansion.
You found Kurt from the library â he often spent time there before classes. He looked up the moment you appeared to the doorway and grinned.
âGuten Morgen!â he cheerfully said, but his smile died down the moment you held up your toothbrush. âAh,â he muttered.
âYes, ah,â you agreed.
He wrung his hands on his lap. âI thought⊠I did not find mine, so I thought perhaps, well, we are friends, so you would not mindââ
âKurt,â you interrupted him. âIt doesnât matter we are friends. I donât want to put something that has been in someone elseâs mouth in my mouth, even if your mouth doesnât have anything disgusting living there. Please donât use my toothbrush again.â
He bowed his head in shame, his ears going flat against his head. âJa. I am sorry. I am very sorry. I swear I will never again even look at your toothbrush. I will buy you a new oneâ no, I will buy you two new ones. And I will mark my own toothbrush with a permanent marker.â
You felt like smiling at his overflowing regret, but forced your expression remaining sour. âYouâd better.â
ââŠI truly am sorry.â
You sighed. âI expect the two toothbrushes on my desk by the end of the day.â
He nodded, putting the book aside. âJa. I will get them for you. I will get them for you now.â
He poofed away the next second, and you chuckled a little â some parts of life when Kurt lived next to your room was certainly full of different events.
Hii! Can I please request a shuffle song fic with Steve Harrington? Thank you so much!
Summary: When you start losing hope, Steve gives you a pep talk.
A/N: My first shuffle song fic request since 2021!!!
And the shuffle rolls... Fleurie - Soldier
SOLDIER
You were exhausted. You wanted to stop, to close your eyes and ears from the burning world â forget about everything for just a while. You were just so tired of caring and holding everything on your shoulders.
But at the same time you knew that stopping wasnât an option, you just had to keep marching on through it all. Just keep your head down, close away your feelings and exhaustion. Because the group was the only thing that would save the world, and you were crucial in it. They needed all the help they could have, and your desire to just ignore everything was not an option.
Tonight, Steve brought you to watch the sunset from his car, on top of the highest hill in Hawkins. He knew you were exhausted about everything happening lately, and you could guess he brought you there to make you talk to him.
It took a while, just staring at the orange hues of the sky, but eventually you made yourself talk.
âI canât do it anymore,â you muttered, wiping your eyes before tears could fall. âI have to, I know, but Steve, Iâm just so tired.â
He sighed, and reached over, his fingers interlacing yours. âI know.â
You took in a shaky breath, squeezing his hand. âThis all just seems so pointless. It feels like Vecna will win, heâs just playing with us, and when he leashes his full power, we wonât be anything more than sludge of blood and intestines on the floor.â
He was quiet for a moment, looking at your joined hands. âI feel like that too sometimes.â
You looked up, surprised. âYou do?â
He nodded. âI think all of us do. Nobody wants to keep fighting, but we force ourselves to, because the only other option is letting Vecna win and kill everyone and everything we love. We donât wake up and feel good about the thought of getting to whack some Demogorgons today.â
You frowned. âYeah, but⊠the motivation. Everyone else seems so motivated to keep fighting him.â
He cupped your cheek with his other hand. âThe motivation isnât out of pure want to keep going. Itâs like⊠a duty. We have Eleven, and Eleven needs our help to destroy Vecna. There may be others, but we are the only ones who she can fully trust.â
You swallowed, dipping your head down and closing your eyes, a tear slipping out from your eye. âItâs just so hard.â
âI know.â
âI fear I might break, slow you down.â
He nudged you slightly, making you look at him again. âYou wonât. Youâre too strong for that. When weâre out there at the field, youâre always such a badass who makes me proud.â
You looked at him for a moment, before he leaned in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. âWe will get through this,â he murmured against your skin. âEven when you donât feel like that right now.â
Hello! Could you do Frodo Baggins + Dreams by The Cranberries? Thank you very much!
Summary: You've always had bad experiences whenever you've been a relationships, and forming a crush on a certain hobbit makes you wary at first, even when you'd like to see where would it go.
A/N: Reminder to everyone, as this has been a small problem lately: prompt fics are blurbs on default nowadays (again), meaning they can be very short sometimes, which can even mean 200-300 words. It was this way before 2023 and I just feel like some stuff works better as a blurb. :)
A DREAM TO ME
Developing a crush was really not what you wished for when you joined the Fellowship. But here you were, finding yourself dreaming about that very man who you all were supposed to protect.
You knew that falling in love with him was out of the question â if he would be in danger, you could make rushed decisions out of fear.
Damn it.
Stop it, you told yourself. You know better than this.
You did, that was true. You and relationships didnât get along â youâd always end up with a broken heart, so you eventually made a decision that youâd never again fall in love.
And yet, Frodo Baggins had now taken your heart and ran with it.
It had started small, like those things usually began. You started paying attention to his smile, his laugh, the way he frowned when he was concentrating. And soon, most things he did just made you fall deeper.
You are pathetic, you thought one evening when you had stared at him for what felt like hours.
You pulled your knees into your chest, forcing yourself to turn your eyes back to the fire.
Why is it so difficult to remember for you, your mind told you. Relationships never end well for you. You are not fit for them, they just end up hurting you.
You knew that. Trying to get closer to Frodo that way would be a mistake, something that would pay you dearly.
And yet.
Sometimes you thought you saw him looking at you â with a soft expression, mirroring the one you looked at him with.
Sometimes you caught Gandalf looking between you and Frodo and chuckling, as if he saw something going on.
Gimli had barked at you once that when youâll confess to each other, because âhe canât look at the tension any longerâ.
And the worst thing was that you felt that too, the tension. The way you both were awkward and shy around each other. But still, your mind kept screaming that you shouldnât go through with it, that it would just end up hurting you.
You could only hope it would pass, and you would be able to be part of the Fellowship like you were supposed to be, without any foolish feelings towards anyone in the group. Especially not Frodo.
But you knew that sooner or later, the tension would break and the truth would come out â and you hoped that this time would actually heal your broken heart.
Hi can I request a word prompt with Dustin Henderson and D17. Smile please? Thank you :)
Summary: Dustin and you share a common interest to technology, and Dustin would do anything to see you smile.
Prompt: D17. Smile
A/N: Reminder to everyone, as this has been a small problem lately: prompt fics are blurbs on default nowadays (again), meaning they can be very short sometimes, which can even mean 200-300 words. It was this way before 2023 and I just feel like some stuff works better as a blurb. :)
SMILE
Dustin couldnât stop talking. Heâd tried first, but as soon as you told him your theories of those strange electromagnetic fields coming from the stars during the full moon, he just blew up into his own theories.
And thatâs how you had ended on his bedroom carpet, looking through his brand new transmitter that he had built for months. He just kept going as you inspected the device â and thatâs when he saw it.
You were smiling whenever you looked up at him.
It wasnât a fake smile, it wasnât a polite one, it wasnât an awkward one â it was a real one. One that reached your eyes, one that made blood rushing to his cheeks immediately.
Heâd like to think it was one that had stars twinkling in your eyes whenever you looked at him, one that was reserved only for him. One of like Steve had teased him about.
âWhat?â he forced himself to say, and you shook your head.
âNothing,â you mumbled. âI just⊠itâs adorable how much you love talking about this stuff.â
His face would explode any moment, he was sure of it.
âY-yeah. I really do,â he said, lowering his voice a little.
Your smile widened a fraction, before you turned your eyes back to the device, and Dustin raised his notes in front of his face a little, hoping you wouldnât see a dust of pink coating his cheeks.
Iâd talk forever if it meant you kept looking at me like that, he thought, before he started explaining about his theory again, now struggling to keep his voice from shaking slightly. Oh, he was down bad, and Steve would have an absolute field day once he heard about this.
Hi, Can I get Kaz Brekker + Natural by Imagine Dragons? Thanks!
Summary: You thought your boss is stone hearted, and that you'd never have any chances for him, but then Inej tells you something that surprises you.
A/N: Song based fics should be under 1k words, but this just kept going and when I was done, I looked at the word count and blinked because I seriously thought this is like 700-800 words MAX. I wrote this so quickly wth.
NATURAL
When Kaz first hired you to work at the Slat, you quickly learned a few things â your boss had cast his heart away long ago and replaced it with one made of stone.
It was natural, if you were honest. This was Ketterdam, after all, a place where you either were hunting or got hunted. But Kaz was a far more extreme version of how Ketterdam treated her children, and you often had wondered if Kaz had ever felt love of any kind. He had said Ketterdam was his mother who birthed him at the harbor. Did that mean he had gotten abandoned by his family?
Questions had built along with your interest â and against everything you expected, you started to grow closer to him after a while. He pretended he didnât acknowledge it, but he did ask you to his office more often than he had before, and asked you questions he hadnât asked before. Your opinion of certain people, mostly, knowing you held a lot of information of the merchants at the Northeast side of Ketterdam, having grown with their children.
It had surprised you first, that heâd listen to you rather than his spider, but you still provided all info you could to him, anything that could help in their upcoming heist. It wasnât like you held any affection for those merchants or especially their children, and were just glad to know Kaz would make them rip their hair off their heads.
Kaz also started giving you more authority. You had been just a bartender first, but now you were already in charge of them â doing shifts of your own, but you were in charge of otherâs shifts.
â
It was during one of your shifts when Inej first told you.
âHe told me to start following you home across the rooftops a while ago,â she suddenly muttered, as she saw you looking towards Kazâs office door.
âKaz?â you asked, frowning. âWhy on earth would he do that?â
She took a sip of her drink. âI believe heâs worried and wants to make sure youâll make it home safely. Even if he doesnât call it that.â
âHe what?â you almost exclaimed, but held it back at the last moment, making it sound like a choked whisper instead. âSince when?â
She smirked. âA few months.â
A few months? And you had never suspected a thing?
You glanced towards his office door again. âDid he say why he wants you to follow me?â
Inej sighed, swirling the liquid in her glass. âYou know how he is.â
âSo you might be wrong? Maybe heâs just stressed, orââ
She shook her head. âNina also hears his heart jumping every time he sees you.â
You fell silent at that, turning to look at the counter, the rag you held in your hand. You opened your mouth, trying to make up an excuse, but all that came out was, âOh.â
Inej bowed her head with a small smile. âYou should talk to him.â
â
You didnât knock like you usually did. It was more like fingernails quietly scratching wood, but Kaz still heard it.
âCome in.â
You frowned â he never had his door unlocked like that. But you still opened the door slowly to see him sit behind his desk, writing something on parchments, papers and maps scattered around the table. He didnât look up.
âShiftâs done,â you told him. âI sent Lieve home early, she was feeling sick.â
He moved the paper aside to look at one underneath it, before putting it back on top of it. âI know. You locked the door?â
You nodded. âYes.â
Silence. His quill scratched against paper, and you heard your heart thumping in your ears. Say it.
âInej talked to me tonight.â
He stopped writing, and glanced up. He met your eyes, but then lowered his eyes back down and continued writing.
âDid she,â he just said, and you could hear he already guessed what you had talked about.
âShe⊠she said you had told her to follow me home for months. Is that true?â
âKetterdam is dangerous,â he replied, sighing. âYouâre a valuable asset. It would be an inconvenience to lose you.â
âAn inconvenience.â
âAn expensive one.â
You felt your heart dropping a little bit, and your face fell into your toes. âOh.â
Silence again.
âDid you expect my answer to be something different?â he suddenly said, and you looked up again.
âNo,â you said first, but then shook your head. âYes.â
He looked at you again, this time holding your gaze. âElaborate.â
âLast month, you asked me up here and asked what kind of drink I prefer. You had never asked it before. And then you suddenly started having a cup of tea for me whenever you asked me up,â you started, words flowing now uncontrollably. âAnd last week, you kicked out a customer because he was being rude to me â and I later found out you had instructed the doormen to not let him in ever again. You never do such things with anyone else. You told Rotty it was a policy issue.â
Kaz said nothing.
You shifted. âWas it a policy issue?â
âHe has loose lips. He would have been trouble.â
âNo,â you sighed, shaking your head. âThatâs not why.â
He stared at you in silence. His jaw clenched slightly.
You took a careful step closer. âInej says youâre worried about me. That you⊠care about me, and not in a way you care about others.â
He huffed, laying his eyes on the parchment again, and kept writing. âDonât make it into something it isnât.â
âIâm not doing anything,â you mumbled. âI just⊠I know we have something, Kaz, something beyond a relationship between an employee and a boss.â
Kaz stopped writing again, and you saw his throat working. You almost saw him struggling to say things he wanted to say, and you started to feel like youâre pushing him to do too much, too quickly.
So you took a step backward. âI think I shouldââ
"The chair," he said suddenly. "You come here. You sit in that chair. It's easier to think. When you're in the room." He was quiet for a moment. "I don't entirely know what to do with that."
You immediately felt your heart fluttering. âYou donât have to do anything, if youâre not ready.â
He didnât reply again. You bit your lip, a wide gring threatening to break through. âI have an early shift. See you tomorrow, and⊠letâs talk more then?â
He didnât reply anything again, but you could see the faintest nod, before you nodded yourself. âGood night, Kaz.â
You left his office with the biggest smile on your face â you would have never believed your crush on Kaz would end like this.
Is the MC/YN in your Ratatouille stories a worker at La Ratatouille?
Depends on which ones do you mean? All my current fics for that movie have been requested (as in there's no fics that I made up the plot for), and if the request asked me to make reader work at the restaurant or implied they're Linguini's/Colette's work partner, I obliged by that guideline.
Hii, it's the anon that requested the headcanons for max x reader
could you write Max Mayfield x reader headcanons, where they have a secret relationship and eventually others somehow find out?
That is exactly what i meant so sorry, I was writing the ask at like 1 in the morning and my brain wasn't working like at all :')
And i perfectly understand your reasoning for not accepting requests with anything
Tyy
A/N: Yay, glad I guessed right! <3 Also, this is the last Max request ST priority line had </3
HAVING A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH MAX MAYFIELD AND THE GANG FINDING OUT:
You were the first person she met when she moved to Hawkins.
Coincidentally, your family was just moving to the house neighboring hers â and you just immediately felt a connection to her.
You formed a close friendship before she ever met the others.
And after a few years, that friendship developed into a romantic relationship
You didnât tell anyone, though.
There was so much going on, loss, grief and danger â it just felt like it was easier not to tell about you two being in love.
It was hard not to tell, though, as Lucas had a big crush on Max for a long while, and Dustin had a short one too
You talked about telling about it first, as it would make things clear for everyone
But every time you did, something new came up, something that pushed telling about it farther away
When Vecna started tormenting Max, the secret began to crack.
But you couldnât break, not now
Even after she fell into a coma and was hospitalised, you still wouldnât show the true nature of your relationship
You were the only thing that kept Max going when she was in her cave
Reminding her of how she has to persevere
You sat by Maxâs bed every single day after school, telling her funny stories and how you had been busy searching Vecna and her, and later the kids
Everyone thought you were there because Max was the most important person to you, as important as a sister
And you always bit on your lip when they referred to her as your best friend
You knew they didnât mean anything bad by it, but you wanted to scream and tell them she was so much more than just best friend
The day Vecna sent demogorgons after her
You begged to let the song play
And the moment Max woke up
You kissed her
Everyone stared
No one saw that coming
So you finally had to come clean about what your relationship actually was
After a moment of silence, Will laughed a little.
âThat explains quite a few things,â he said
Everyone started chuckling a little, and you just pressed your forehead against Maxâs, relieved the secret was finally out, even when it happened so dramatically
And it was so much better to go through what was to come when you could hold her hand in the face of danger
The hope for the future was so much brighter now that she was here again <3
Can I request True Love by P!nk with Jaskier and a female mage reader? Thanks!
Summary: You think you hate Jaskier, but actually there's something else entirely simmering under the surface.
TRUE LOVE
Agreeing to travel with Yennefer all those months ago was a terrible idea.
It was lovely at first, getting out of Aretuzaâs strict environment and having control of your own days, but as soon as she decided to start travelling with Geralt of Rivia, a witcher, and his infuriating bard companion Jaskier, it very quickly turned from lovely to something you would gladly trade to going back to Aretuza.
Jaskier was insufferable. There was truly no other word for it. He sang at every waking hour, charmed almost every single person he met eyes with, and had an almost supernatural ability to direct every conversation back to himself.
âYou know,â he had said one morning, with his bread roll in hand. âI once wrote a ballad and performed it at the wedding of a certain duke. The bride â the duchess now, I believe â was so moved by it that I heard she cried for three days. Three.â
âShe was weeping because she had to listen to you talk,â you had scoffed.
Jaskierâs expression had immediately turned sour, and he pointed his bread roll at you accusingly. âYou are not a very pleasant person.â
You had taken a bite of your own bread roll, chewing slowly while glaring at the bard. And as soon as you swallowed, you had told him, âI donât feel the need to be. I did not ask for a story time of how grand and lovely you are.â
After that, you had gone through a similar fight every day. Him telling stories of making women weep and breaking hearts, and you scoffing and huffing at those stories. But at the same time, some small voice at the back of your mind waited to see him each morning. You always silenced it, though â it was just boredom, you enjoyed arguing with him because there was little else to do when watching Yennefer and Geralt falling in love and bitterly remembering how every romantic relationship in your past had ended because of your supposed âwallsâ.
Then came that one night, when moon was full, and Geralt had left to track a werewolf that had been stalking a nearby village for the past few months. Jaskier was asleep, almost cuddling his lute, and you stared at him for a moment. But then Yennefer snapped you out of it.
âYou should stop,â she said, sitting beside you. âPretending you hate him.â
You rolled your eyes. âNot again, Yen. I do hate him, no matter how many times you try to tell me itâs hidden feelings.â
She sighed, brushing some dust off her dress. âI know you remember every song and every tale he has ever told you, word to word. You may not realise why, or you forbid yourself from acknowledging it, but⊠I do know how love looks like when I see it.â
âLove,â you scoffed. âMe, Jaskier and love donât fit in the same sentence.â
âI also see he loves you,â she continued. âA few nights ago, he pulled the blanket up your body when it had slipped away from your shoulders. He didnât see me looking at him.â
Your heart skipped a beat. âHe⊠what?â
She hummed with a small smile. âI know you think you donât deserve love, but I know that if you gave it a chance⊠Jaskier could make you happy.â
You didnât say anything to that, even when you were tempted to keep fighting â but a small sparkle of hope flickered in your chest, and you got a flash of what if.
Yennefer smirked. âI can arrange some alone time for you two tomorrow.â
You nodded, almost without realising you did, and glanced at Jaskierâs sleeping form again. Maybe youâd deserve love after all.
Hello! Could you please write a fic with prompt B32 with Lucas Sinclair? Thank you! :)
Summary: Moving in together with Lucas causes you to find an old picture of him he'd rather have kept hidden away.
Prompt: B32. âAwww, is this you?â âGimme that!â âNo! Youâre so cute, look at those pants!â
A/N: This places itself in the 90's, after they've graduated from college etc, are adults and moving out of their homes. And I researched Indiana top heats in July of 1991 for this haha đ
FOUND MEMORIES
It had been only two hours, but it felt like days.
You and Lucas were both covered in sweat as you packed up his room, the Sinclair house was scorching in the July heat, especially when this was the record heat in a decades, at least in Hawkins.
You had just signed the papers to rent an apartment in a whole other city, over a thousand miles from Hawkins, a new life just by yourselves. But unfortunately, moving to that apartment meant you had to pack up your lives in your old homes, and doing that on a day that decided to climb over ninety degrees outside was⊠not really a good idea. Not that a moving day could be scheduled based on heat, but you could have prepared even something.
âCould you hand me the tape?â Lucas called out from somewhere between the pile of boxes. You glanced around, seeing the roll on the bookshelf, and grabbed it.
âDo all of the books come too?â you asked, stepping over a pile of yet unpacked action figurines and reaching over to hand him the tape.
âWhat books?â he first asked as he took the tape, before he sat up to peer in between the boxes. âOh, yeah. Those are photo albums. Mom probably wants to keep some of them, just take them out and letâs go through them together, Iâd like to keep some pictures of our group.â
You hummed, a little smile spreading on your face, and went back to the shelf. You pulled out the photo albums one by one â some of them were heavier than they looked. You placed them on the floor, and when you pulled out the last one, something slipped from between the pages and dropped onto the floor. You frowned, placing the last album down and crouched to take the piece of paper. It was a polaroid photo, a little dirty and sticky at the corner, and you turned it around.
It took a moment from you to register what was on the photo. A little boy, standing proudly in front of Hawkins daycare, in his fabulous striped shorts and even more colorful suspenders with a dinosaur shirt peeking from underneath â and suddenly you realised itâs Lucas before even reading what read underneath the picture.
âAwww, is this you?â you squealed, tilting the picture a little so Lucas could see it.
He turned to look, apparently thinking it wasnât that, but his eyes widened the moment he registered what were you holding.
âGimme that!â he exclaimed, scrambling up and lunging towards you. You skipped away, lunging over his bed, keeping the picture over your head.
âNo!â you chuckled, before bringing the picture back down and looking at it again. âYouâre so cute, look at those pants!â
He pressed his lips together, looking through his room to make up a way to you, but found nothing, unless heâd want to risk knocking over some boxes. So he just groaned. âI thought they were cool, my uncle got them from me â I learned only years later that thereâs a reason why he never married.â
âOh, I can see why,â you agreed. âHow did your mom agree to that?â
âI begged her to let me dress like that,â he sighed, looking away, apparently trying to banish the memories from his head. âJust⊠put it back.â
You laughed. âBack? Oh, no. This is going on the fridge.â
âWe donât have a fridge.â
âNot yet, but we will have one soon.â You shrugged. âI want to show everyone how handsome my future husband has been when he was a child.â
âHusband, huh?â he repeated, and grinned.
You tilted your head, biting your lip. âYeah.â
He glanced at the picture. âOkay, itâs going on the fridge. As long as you will provide an embarrassing childhood picture of yourself too.â
Hello! Could you do Jesper Fahey + Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen? Thank you very much!
Summary: Jesper prefers to show his love for you in an old-fashioned way.
A/N: I have already written one to this song for another character, and that one is titled with "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" so that's why I just named this "Lover Boy" so the two wouldn't tangle up in AO3.
LOVER BOY
Jesper Fahey was known to be flirty and bold with his lovers, but when it came to you⊠he suddenly became much more old-fashioned in a way that was romantic in a whole other way.
And honestly, you didnât mind at all when he was like that. You had had so many people harassing you, whistling after you and just being jerks, that Jesperâs gentler approach was very welcome.
First thing he did was bringing you a flower. Not a bouquet, just this one single flower that had grown through the cracks of the pavement. He gave it to you and told you it reminded him of you â of pushing through whatever hardships life threw your way. And now that flower was on your windowsill in a small cup of water, accompanied with a few other flowers that just kept appearing there one by one.
Soon, he also started covering you with his coat if you were feeling cold, and ordered a hot cocoa if that didnât help enough. He ditched most of the flirting, knowing you werenât fond of being charmed like he usually got close to people, and he respected that. Inej knew he had a crush on you, and she had told him that heâd be a perfect boyfriend to you if he tweaked his usual behaviour around you, at least for now. It was hard at first, he did admit that, but for you⊠heâd do it, knowing how uncomfortable he could make you quick if he approached you too boldly like he did with other people.
One Friday, after Kaz had had a meeting with the Crows about an upcoming job, Jesper appeared behind your door. You opened it, smiling the moment you saw him standing there, and gestured him to come inside, but he gestured behind him instead.
âI was thinking⊠we could take an evening walk,â he suggested. âTo⊠watch the sunset?â
âSunset?â you repeated, glancing towards the window â the sky was more grey than the inside of Slatâs oven, as usual. You turned back towards him. âAre you sure we would see a sunset through all of those clouds?â
âI mean, we can try, I heard the sky may clear for the sunset,â he hurried to correct himself.
You blinked, before you shrugged and grabbed your own coat. âWell, I donât have anything better to do anyway. The book Iâm reading has had a few boring chapters after a bunch of captivating ones.â
He smiled in relief when you didnât see through his excuse, or maybe you chose not to say anything about it, the sunset would be in less than thirty minutes and he knew that unless Inejâs Saints would bless the moment, it was impossible for you to see the sunset. But your reason might be an excuse too just to spend time with him. You both were fools, according to Nina. She had told him many times that both of your hearts almost jumped out of your chests whenever you were near each other, and he was barely able to concentrate on anything when you two were near, lovesick for each other.
You might be the very first of Jesperâs loves. At least he felt stronger for you than anyone else before â and in case others were right, he was in for a ride that could finally settle him down. Maybe after some years from now, Kaz would move from doing heists to settling down with Inej, as soon as she would come back from hunting slave ships. Maybe then, you all could settle down wherever youâd want to go.
If it was all in his cards and he wouldnât gamble them away, he couldnât wait to see it all play out.
Hiii, could you do Steve Harrington + Do You Believe in Love by Huey Lewis? Thank you so much!
Summary: You didn't believe in love at first sight, but damn when you (literally) collide with Steve at the street.
A/N: I no longer have the og ask from 2021 because apparently Tumblr ate it (this one I sent to myself after catching this request being listed on my to-do list while not existing in my drafts) but whoever sent this, I'm sorry for being so late!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE
You had always been teased about being against love. You werenât really against it, but you just thought life is not a Disney movie, you wonât just meet a handsome guy and fall in love at first sight â except, that was exactly what happened to you when you met Steve Harrington.
It was like a scene straight from a romantic comedy. You were on your way home from the workplace at a bookstore, staring at the new books in your arms, and then you just⊠collided with him.
Your books had flown all over the ground, and you immediately started spewing a thousand apologies.
âHey, hey, no, that was totally my fault. I stood in the middle of the walkway,â he interrupted you, handing you one of your books. You looked up â which was a mistake.
Because your eyes met with the most handsome man you had ever seen, and you froze in that spot, your heart immediately starting to rattle against your ribs.
He looked at you, grinned a bit awkwardly, and raised his hand. âIâm Steve.â
You just kept staring, not even taking his hand, so he lowered it a little. But eventually, you echoed, âSteve.â
âYeah,â he replied, nodding, before gesturing towards your name tag. âAnd I think thatâs your name.â
You frowned, before looking down, brushing over the tag, finally snapping out of it a little, blood rushing into your face now. âYeah. Yeah, thatâs my name.â
He chuckled. âI like it. It suits you.â
You let out a little laugh at that. âDoes my name sound like it fits for a clumsy person, then? Because all youâve seen of me is me falling in front of you and almost hitting you with my books.â
âNo, I meantâŠâ he started, before scratching his neck, looking away. âI donât know what I meant.â
âItâs okay. Uh⊠I kinda have to go,â you muttered. âSee you around?â
âYeah,â Steve agreed, waving a goodbye, just in time for Robin to crash the scene with Vicky.
âWho was that?â she said, nudging Steve, who had a dust of pink on his cheeks. âIt almost looks like they made an impression.â
Steve shot a look at her, before he sighed. âI wouldnât mind meeting them again.â
âSteve Harrington is in love again,â Robin giggled, a little too loud, and he flinched, looking around.
But it was true â you both kind of felt a twinkle of something you didnât know existed and something Steve had long forgotten.
Hi! Can I request Barley Lightfoot (Onward) + Do You Believe in Magic by The Lovin' Spoonful? Thank you!
Summary: You didn't believe you'd find magic to bring Barley's father to life just for a moment, but you've been proven wrong.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC
When your boyfriend first told you heâs leaving to seek for magic left in the world, you thought he was crazy. Magic was extinct, it had been searched in large numbers before, but nobody ever found it. Finding magic was just as unlikely as finding a treasure chest full of gold and diamonds in the front of your house one morning â no, the chances were even worse than that. You werenât sure what you could compare it to, but everything would lead to the same conclusion. Magic no longer existed, and Barley was wasting his time.
But now, when you stood at that field⊠you realised you were wrong. You could just feel magic in the air, whispering into your ear, caressing your arms. Spirits were with you there, ready to guide you forward and, eventually, hopefully, get enough magic for the brothers to spend just a few moments with their father.
You looked at the magic dust floating in the air with sparkling eyes, and Barley chuckled from behind you. âWell, do you believe in magic now?â
You turned to look at him with the biggest smile he had ever seen. âThis is magnificent.â
He hummed in agreement, looking at the magic particles, before glancing at the campfire where Ian and his fatherâs legs sat, Ian warming his hands up. âWe should reach the source tomorrow.â
You laid a hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers. âYour father doesnât have much time left.â
He sighed, looking at your joined hands. âJust thirty seconds would be enough, just so we can tell him we love him and I can tell him Iâm sorry. I want him to pass knowing none of us is angry about him leaving.â
You were quiet for a moment, looking at the specks of light floating in the air, before you blurted out, âDo you want to dance?â
He frowned. âDance?â
You grabbed his other hand, keeping them in front of you. âYeah. This place canât get more romantic.â
He let out a little laugh, trying to wipe out how he was about to cry just a moment ago. âYou know I canât dance.â
âThen just sway with me,â you muttered. âIâd really like to feel your arms around me right now, and you look like you need a hug too.â
He considered it for a moment, before stepping forward, letting go of your hands and instead wrapping his arms around you. âLike this?â
âYeah,â you sighed, a soft smile on your face as you wrapped your own arms around him, and started to sway. âExactly like that.â
Hi again! If possible could I please also request Will Byers from Stranger Thigns with the song You Are The Reason by Calum Scott?
Thank you if you're able to!
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Summary: Will messed up your relationship pretty bad when he tried to protect you from Vecna, but now he's determined to make things right.
A/N: This is the last Will request ST priority line had </3
YOU ARE THE REASON
âYouâve been pretty stupid, if weâre being honest,â Mike sighed, watching Will stare at the old birthday card he had found from his desk drawer. âThey just wanted to help.â
âI thought Iâd protect them that way, and then I was afraid theyâre somehow plotting against me when they saw my episodes,â Will sighed, turning the birthday card to see your note for him. âBut I know now it was Vecna making me insecure in hopes to rip me bare of my support net.â
âYeah,â Mike agreed, laying a hand on his friendâs shoulder. âI think you should call their house. Ask to meet up and explain.â
Will scoffed. âWhat would I even say? That âhey, a supernatural being was messing up with my mind and made me cut off our relationship, but everything is okay now, we killed it and saved the world, can you forgive me?â Theyâd stare at me before running away, and the next day mom would probably get a phone call from their mom, telling her that theyâre worried about my mental health.â
âWellâŠâ Mike grimaced, realizing his friend was right. âUh, you could say that you had a lot going on, that the person who kidnapped you messed up with your head and it took a while to recover and remember who your friends are. Thatâs kind of true, isnât it? And isnât unbelievable either. They must have noticed you were messed up after you came home.â
Will put the card down on his desk. âI guess.â
âSo,â Mike nodded towards the door. âCall them.â
Will stared at the door, clenching and unclenching his fists, gathering courage, before he finally stood up and walked out of his door. He stared at the phone for a moment, closing his eyes and then⊠lifting the phone and dialing your home number â he had it memorized, even after years from last seeing you.
It rang three times, and just when Will was about to cut the callâŠ
âHello?â
Your voice made him flinch slightly. Not from fear, but the anticipation. He had missed hearing it so much.
He swallowed, before croaking out your name.
A second. Two.
âWill?â
He nodded, forgetting you couldnât see him for a moment. âYeah. Hi. I⊠can we meet up?â
You were quiet for a moment, and he was certain youâd slam the phone down on him. But instead, he almost heard your smile when you said, âYeah. Of course. When?â
âToday? At that park near the school.â
You chuckled a little. âOkay. Uh⊠give me an hour.â
Will burst into a smile himself now. âGreat.â
You were quiet for a moment, and Will shifted. âSo, uh⊠weâll see then.â
âWill, wait,â you quickly said, and he immediately froze. You were quiet for a moment again. âI⊠Iâve missed you.â
He blinked, opening his mouth, closing it, opening it again. But then he smiled. âIâve missed you too.â
When it comes to Pinterest reposters (no sourcing and no credit), I canât help but be reminded of DW when she states: âThat sign canât stop me! Cause I canât readâ. I feel even if I did put a âreposting art from this encyclopedia is prohibitedâ on my old Wattpad book, people donât care and will upload your work regardless of your wishes.
And another thing, Wattpad feels too Pay 2 Play, there are ads everywhere and some redirect you to suspicious sites
Yeah, it's sad a lot of people in Wattpad don't respect authors setting boundaries :/ And yeah, one reason why I grew tired on using it was when ads started to clutter my own books and I couldn't reply to comments I got unless I was okay with watching 3 ads of games and the plot in those ads was basically that a girl with massive boobs fell through a roof and people downstairs only see her lower body, with her skirt hiked up and thongs showing, and you're presented two options, to help her or to spank her.
Like ??? If you're going to be annoying with ads, at least don't sell advertisment space to gross NSFW stuff like that???
