Those Three Little Words (Steve Harringon)

Steve Harrington x Reader

I wrote this because I don’t have any requests to fill and I thought I was maybe a good concept, so idk enjoy!!!

It was six months after the gate was closed, it was six months after Bob Newby got eaten by demodogs, it was six months after Steve almost got killed at the hands of Billy and the nightmares still hadn’t gotten any better. Through the whole world saving adventure you fell in love with Steve Harrington, though he really didn’t know that yet. Yes, you had gotten together at some points after closing the gate, but you had never said those three little words. You knew that it would be hard for Steve, so you never pushed. You were always content with the unspoken agreement of love that had existed between you two.

One weekend you had the unfortunate job of watching your little brother, Dustin, while your mom was out of town on a business trip. Well watch wasn’t the right word, since your mom wasn’t exactly in on the whole upside down thing she wanted to make sure that Dustin didn’t go missing the way his friend Will did all that time ago. One of the only positives of this job was that Steve and Dustin were close, like brotherly bond close. It was really adorable, it was seeing this sort of thing that made you think about the future a lot. How if you and Steve were together forever there would be no unhappiness in your family as your mother loved Steve because of how happy he made you and how he gave Steve a male role model.

Dustin was sat on the floor of the living room when the doorbell rang, even though he was less than 10 feet from the door he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Y/N! Could you get the door?”

“Yes, anything else sir,” you replied in a sarcastic tone as you made your way over to the door.

“An orange soda would be divine,” He replied, not detecting the sarcasm as he was engrossed in his game.

“You do have legs you know,” You said just as you opened the door to uncover Steve, “Steveie!!” You shouted, jumping to hug him.

As Steve spun you around you heard a quiet “Barf” come from behind you.

“Shut up Dustin” You said.

“Hey babe,” Steve said flashing an adorable grin, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You replied.

“You saw each other 3 hours ago.” Dustin interjected. “Shit shit shit shit shit, I lost, your couplely grossness made me lose. Thanks a lot.”

“You say that now,” Steve stated, walking in an settling on the floor next to Dustin, “but once you get Jessica, you’ll change your mind.”

“Who’s Jessica?” You questioned in a teasing tone.

“No one.” Dustin replied curtly, shooting a dangerous look a Steve. Steve just laughed.


As the night went on many movies were watched and many rounds of monopoly were played. You won of course, but not without argument from Steve. It was nearing midnight and Dustin was practically asleep on the couch.

“Alight come on Dusty get up,” He made a small noise of protest, but eventually stood. You lead him to his room, “Night Dustin”

You shut the door and heard a groan that could be deciphered as “Night Y/N”.

You walked back out to the living room to see Steve sitting on the couch, you walked over and sat down next to him. His arm wrapping around your shoulders. “He’s a good kid,” He said as you leaned against his shoulder, closing your eyes.

“Yeah, He’s something” you mumbled, honestly too tired to muster a full response.

“Ooh looks like someone’s tired, come on, let’s go” Steve urged, trying to stand. You only wrapped your arms around his neck and said, “nooooooooo”

“Come on I’ll see you tomorrow, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner I get to see you again,” Steve said, standing up, dragging you with him.

He walked you to your room, dislike your protests, you climbed into your bed and Steve began,”Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you answered, falling into the clutches of sleep. Steve nodded and began to walk away from your bed slowly. You grabbed his hand and said, “stay.”

The boy smilies and said, “Anything for you princess.”


You were cold, Steve had just been knocked out, the demodogs we’re coming. There was no chance of survival. You had to leave Steve behind or risk everyone’s lives. You tried to get him up. He wasn’t knocked out he was dead. You were sobbing and screaming. “Please don’t leave me, I need you” you cried. “I love you, I’ll love you so much, please!” You screams turned to whispers as you were awoken from your slumber.

When you opened your eyes, you could feel tears trailing down your face, and felt a pair of arms wrapped around you. “Shhhhhhhh, it’s okay, I’m here it’s okay” you heard, coming from the figure next to you. “Shhhhhh, we’re okay, everything’s fine” the voice continued.

You looked at Steve and just hugged him, so tight. “I thought you were dead, I thought you left me, and there wasn’t anything I could do.” You explained, your sobs retiring at the thought of the dream.

Steve pushed back and looked you straight in your eyes, “I would never leave you.”

Involuntarily your blurted, “I love you.” You we’re immediacy hit with a pang of fear. What if he didn’t love you back, what if you’d scared him off. What if you had just made a huge mistake.

Moments later he placed a hand on the side of your face and kissed you. You returned the kiss, pushing your hands back into his perfect hair. It was quick, but it left you breathless. When you pulled away he said, “I love you too.”


The rest of the night, if you could even call it that, consisted of cuddling and little naps that were interrupted by stolen kisses.

When you both walked out of your room to go to the kitchen, Dustin was carrying a bowl of cereal to the table. When he saw you both walk out and almost spilled milk all over the floor.

You gasped and looked back at Steve, who was no help, as he was laughing his ass off. “Please don’t tell mom, I can explain” you rushed to say.

“Nope, I won’t, I don’t wanna know,” he said cringing, “leave my presence.”

“Thanks Dusty, but if you say a word I’ll tell mom about Jessica!” You threatened and you grabbed Steve’s hand and dragged him to the living room, in the best mood you’d been in in a while.

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anonymous asked:

I know you have a lot of requests, so no rush, but would you write a bit of Jay discovering he has magic after they leave the isle barrier? Maybe a bit of jaylos (romantic or platonic) if you need a pairing in there?

I’m gonna use this prompt as a chance to practice writing my Auradon boys, enjoy!

Chad is bouncing on his feet like a child, punching the air and kneeling beside Jay. “This is like something right out of Harry Potter!”


“Harry Potter is a person, not a thing,” Ben softly corrects from behind his friends, watching the scene with interest.

“So…uh, who?”

“Whom, actually.”

Whom the hell cares?” Chad exclaims. He fidgets, but doesn’t dare touch. “Jay’s mind-controlling a snake right now!”

Jay moves with the reptile, always keeping eye contact. “She’s a natrix. Some stupid student released her out here. She can’t find a water source,” he makes a sympathetic noise, extends his hands and the snake coils her way around his wrist. “And I’m not mind-controlling,” he adds as an afterthought, “I could hear her.”

“Is this something that happened on the Isle? Talking to snakes?”

“All magic is banned on the Isle,” Jay reminds. “One of your father’s many restrictions.”

Ben’s face turns pink. “Right, I forgot it also blocks the abilities of magic users.” He clears his throat, “has this happened before? In Auradon?”

“A couple of times, nothing like this though,” Jay falls silent, concentrates on the snake absorbing his body heat, then rises. “Let’s go find you a river with some little tadpoles, huh?” He coos.

“Ugh, you sound just like your boyfriend with Dude,” Chad gags, but leads nonetheless. “There’s a stream behind the science complex.”

Jay makes a face before following. “Neither of you are weirded out?”

“Hello, son of Cinderella! My mom had animals cleaning her house everyday and if you think that stopped when she upgraded to a castle with maids, you’d be wrong.”

“Magic is discouraged, but that does not mean it is nonexistant. There are even classes offered to help manage magical abilities,” Ben offers, watching as the snake winds her way further up Jay’s arm.

“You mean hide?”

“Basically!” Chad calls over his shoulder; Ben shoots him a look. “What? It’s true!”

The stream ahead of them is clear and quick-moving. Grass grows in thick spurts and dozens of rocks provide excellent climbing and sun-basking opportunities. Jay approves and he crouches down again, lets his new friend slip off of his skin and into the grass. She slithers toward the stream and Jay stands, wiping a fake tear, “they grow up so fast.”

When he turns, Ben is still studying him. “Have you noticed anything else?”

“Nope,” Jay pops the ‘p’, “but if I start setting curtains on fire or asking mirrors for directions like your girlfriends, I’ll let you know.”

“They do what!?”

Blahhh, I couldn’t find an ending for this, but I still like how it came out. Jay is a big sweetheart, Ben is concerned and Chad is just kind of a fan boy.

As always, feedback is appreciated, let me know how you think Ben and Chad came out!

anonymous asked:

how about a fic where Jaylos ends. Carlos keeps hearing rumors that Jay is cheating but he's like no. Jay wouldn't do that. One day, he walks into their room & sees Jay & one of their friends making out & he just disappears. no one knows where he's went (Fairy Godmother does) & Mal's magic can't find him. then he just pops back up with Anita. there was a problem with his transfer & no one knows what to say. Carlos looks happier than he ever did at Auradon. Jay just wants to know why he left him

I like this prompt, but this is a very detailed request and the story would take place over months. I don’t have the time to commit to anything that long right now, so this is going to be short, focusing on all of the events in the past.

Also, this is gonna break my heart to write :’( Enjoy!

“You’re…you’re back.”

Carlos lifts his head, looks over his shoulder. He’s in the science lab, scribbling on the chalkboard and flicking through pages of a chemistry book. He thought he would be alone for hours on a Saturday, but there is Jay at the door, mouth opened and eyes wide. “Yeah,” Carlos turns back to the board, “I’m back.”

There’s a moment of silence between them. Carlos finds it a little awkward, but with Jay so close, it’s like he’s finally mourning his second broken heart, the second disappointing love, the second person he lost himself to.

(The first will always be his mother, but Carlos has had more than enough time to come to terms with that mess.)

“What… Where have you been?” Jay steps into the room, tiny shuffles of his feet, like Carlos will disappear all over again if he moves too quickly.

“Lately? I was in Chicago last week. I was suppose to start school there, but, you know, Auradon Prep took too long to transfer my credits over.”

“What about the past six months?”

Carlos drops the piece of chalk into the metal tray. As much as he would love to be disinterested and nonchalant for this conversation, it’s hard to do when Jay sounds so broken. “Anita and Roger Radcliffe. They’re not the horrible traitors Cruella always said they were.” He turns around, but focuses on his textbook instead of Jay.

“What the fuck, C? You left without any note or trace! We thought you were dead or sick or in hiding.”

“Ben knew where I was. He was the only one who needed to know.”

“I didn’t need to know?”

“No!” Carlos snaps, then sighs. “If I wanted you to know, I would have told you where I was going.”

Jay runs his hands through his hair. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“It wouldn’t have been a good one.”

With a sigh and screeching scrape, Jay pulls a chair back and takes a seat. “You…you knew, didn’t you?”

Carlos glances up from the single word he’s been staring at for almost a minute now. “Yeah. I knew.”

“I know I don’t get to be mad, but…you just…left. You bailed. Not even on me. You bailed on Evie, on Mal, on Dude. The team.” Jay swallows. “I wasn’t the only one who missed you.”

“I wasn’t needed here. I didn’t want to be here.”

“You… I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything.” Carlos drums his fingers on the textbook, stares anywhere but Jay. “I left, I’m back, I’ll stay out of your way and you stay out of mine.”

Jay exhales. “You look good, C.”

“I don’t need your approval anymore.”

“Well you have it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“I know,” Jay’s voice dies off, “I know I was a jerk. I didn’t know how…to be with someone. Only one person. I thought I could, but I couldn’t.”

Carlos doesn’t respond.

“I should have told you I couldn’t do it, but I…I didn’t want to. I was selfish.”


“Please let me try to make this up to you.”

“No thank you.”

“C, I-.”

“No!” Carlos slams his chemistry book shut. “I don’t want to be with you, I don’t want anything to do with you. I left to get away from you and I came back because I don’t need to stay away anymore. I’m having my old life back and you’re not a part of it.”

Jay watches him for a moment, bites his lip. “Okay, C. If that’s what you want… I’ll respect that.”

“Thank you,” Carlos breathes. “I…am going back to my homework now.” He re-opens his book, finds his place and ignores Jay until he leaves.

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A/N: This piece is very long and has taken me a long time to write for several reasons. But I hope this is what these lovely people hoped for when they sent in their requests (x x x)! Love you all and I hope you have a great day :)

Harry had always been in awe of you.  

From the moment he had you in his life, his heart had been filled with your gentle compassion. He had admired your instinctive kindness, personally witnessing the way you’d give a piece of your heart to everyone in your life. “Being kind is all that I can give” he’d hear you say and it breaks him just a little when he watches your smile falter for a fraction of a second, before you arch your eyes and nod your head slightly towards him in reassurance. You’re doing it again, he gathers, putting up a front to satisfy the people around you. Making sure they remained lost in their pursuit of happiness while you’re left alone to pick up your own shattered pieces.

Harry had regretted that night the most. The first, of many, where your heart felt particularly heavy as you smiled and whispered “I’m fine” to his concerned eyes. The silk of your dress clumped at your shoulders as you walked away from him then, away from a night of celebrating your recent promotion at work and into a cab to nurse your friend that had gulped too much tequila to shove away his own misfortunate thoughts.

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Kiwi, Though.

A/N: this is a bit of an extension of the birthday bows/valentine woes world, but certainly functions as a stand alone piece.  thank you for the request*, nonny 😘

this is a very, very smutty, dirty piece about anal so if that’s not your thing, turn back now. there’s a lot of movement in this, so please offer me a bit of suspension of disbelief and just know that harry and his missus did everything they needed to in order to be clean and safe in this encounter.

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He didn’t mean it. Really, he didn’t. Well, he did, but he didn’t. And he certainly didn’t mean it anymore. Not now. Not now that you were hanging it over his head and torturing him with it.

It had been just another nightly FaceTime before bed from miles and miles apart; well bedtime for you, the night had only just started in Jamaica. And it was just typical banter to hide the sour feeling due to return once you hung up. And it was just a sly comment to rile you up, get you excited to join him in Jamaica in a few days.

“Yeh not gonna be able to keep yeh hands off me, love.” And that would have been enough, but Harry often struggled when it came to shutting his big, stupid mouth. “Not even if yeh wanted.”

Your eyes went wide in surprise, mouth ajar with incredulity. “Excuse me?” you scoffed. “I can keep my hands to myself much better than you can, H.”

“Right.” A cocky smirk crossed his lips. “Always got yeh hands all over me, kitten, ’specially when we’re reunited. S’never enough with you. Keep me up all night–satisfy your every need–but then yeh right back on me in the mornin’. Insatiable, you are.”

“If I’m insatiable, what’s that make you?!” Sure, he was right; you liked a few sleepless nights upon reunion, enjoyed testing the limits of your bodies, but it’s not like he protested. It’s not like he didn’t want to explore your body, relearn your inner workings mind, body and soul and try a few new things, too.

“Sex slave. At your every beck and call, kitten.” He was pleased with himself, grinning ear-to-ear as he teased you.

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Worth It

Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room.
Words: 5.4k
Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray)
Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut
Square filled: Fingering
A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

Keeping relationships hidden from the world was something you’d gotten used to over the years of working in TV.

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organizeddiscord  asked:

Hi. If you're still taking prompts, it would be cool to read a lamp fic where Thomas finds out about their relationship. 💙

You got it! I’ve never written lamp so this was a bit of a challenge! I think I did okay though? I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Pairing: LAMP

Warnings: None! Except fluff :)

Thomas knew something had changed between all of them.  

But, he never expected this. 

It had all started a few weeks ago when he summoned Roman for creative guidance on a new video. 

He had been more than a little confused when Roman showed up with a pair of glasses lying haphazardly across his face. 

“You wear glasses?” He’d asked, genuinely bewildered.

“Well n-not exactly-” His cheeks were tinted pink, and he straightened the glasses with a chuckle. 

He’d only gotten more confused when none other than, Logan, appeared and sauntered toward the fanciful trait, stumbling a little as he went. He reached forward and snatched the glasses off of his counterparts face and slid them onto his own with a sigh. 

“You know how visually challenged I am, please don’t attempt to take my glasses again” He pointed at Roman with a glare as he sank. The blushing trait smirked and waved as he vanished. 

“What was that abou-” Thomas was cut off by Roman who had done a twirl and began to fire idea after idea at him. 

He sighed, they always did this. 

He decided to let it go for now. 

But as time went on, things only got stranger

After the glasses incident, a number of things happened. Roman and Logan were on much better terms, Anxiety actually smiled when Patton talked to him, Prince even complimented Anxiety frequently.

But, the most shocking one of all, Logan actually laughed at Patton’s dad jokes. 

He was happy to see them getting along for once. 

After all they never got along.

Which lead Thomas to this moment.  

He had summoned his counterparts to express his happiness at how well they were getting along. 

Apparently they were getting along a lot better than he thought. 

Right now, he was witnessing a 4-Way handhold between his counterparts, who were currently grinning sheepishly at him. Well, Roman and Patton were. Anxiety was scowling at the floor and Logan was looking anywhere but at them. 

“Wait, say that again?” Thomas eyes cast downward in bewilderment.

“We’re all together” Roman repeated wrapping his arm around the darker trait and squishing him against his side.

“I told you he’d think it was stupid” Anxiety hissed leaning away from Patton’s incoming kiss to his cheek. 

“No, no, no. I’m just shocked is all. So you’re all really in a relationship” Thomas still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Affirmative” Logan confirmed rolling his eyes at Thomas, letting go of Patton’s hand and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Don’t be so grumpy buttercup! We’re all in love! That’s something to celebrate!” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan and sighed into his neck. 

Logan scrunched up his nose and shook his head fondly and rolling his eyes at Anxiety who was in a similar predicament with Roman.

Thomas snickered into his hand as he watched them interact.

“What’s so funny?” Anxiety’s eyes darted around self consciously. 

“Ooo! Did someone tell a joke! Patton’s eyes sparkled as he clutched onto Logan harder in excitement. 

“There was no joke, you guys are just really cute” He chuckled at them. 


“Yes you are cookie! you’re down right adorable!”

“Patton’s right Anxiety, you are absolutely ravishing!”

“I should leave while I still can”

Thomas laughed loudly at Logan’s comment and their offended gasps in response, staring at his counterparts affectionately. It would definitely take some getting used too. But, he’d support them no matter what.

Love wins!

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Make Tea, Not War.
If it weren’t for the sturdy construction of a late 2008 MacBook—yes, white (well, more like off-dingy-white) shell and all—and the soft, fluffy rug—a housewarming gift from your mother–that covered your hardwood floors, the computer would have been shattered when you vaulted from the couch after the article—sent from a friend that was in desperate need of a lesson in softening the blow–loaded on the screen.

“Fuck!” you cursed, haphazardly picking your laptop up by the corner and tossing it on the sofa. “Shit, fuck!” Snatching your not-yet-empty wine glass from its perch, you stomped into your flat’s little kitchenette and uncorked the bottle of red while downing what remained in your glass. You poured and downed another.

“Really?!” you screamed at the pocket pig calendar hanging opposite you, a bit of spittle and wine flying from your mouth.

Poor Darius; he and his little cowboy hat didn’t deserve any of this.

You tried to calm yourself, really you did, but after a few huffing breaths that were anything but calming, you gave up and grabbed the bottle of wine before heading back to the couch. Your phone was at your ear, number selected and dialed, before the blankets and pillows had even settled from the force of your entire body weight slamming dramatically into them.

“Honey, are you alright?” Despite the hint of worry in her tone, your mum’s voice managed to calm you a bit; suddenly air wasn’t being forced in and out of your lungs as a more natural rhythm took hold.

“No,” you answered tartly before taking another swig of wine. It was silent as you both waited for the other to speak.

“Well are you going to tell me or can I get back to bed?” Mum was always impatient when it came close to bedtime; she was a solid eight-hour sleeper—nothing more and nothing less—and she coordinated her bedtime and wakeup time perfectly so she always got the right amount of sleep.

“He’s…engaged,” you said bitterly, lips puckering around the words, a sour taste left in your mouth at the admission; it didn’t feel right coming off your tongue. And it wasn’t jealousy—or at least you didn’t want to admit it was—because you weren’t entirely sure that if He were replaced with We you would be left with the same sour feeling.

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readingbythemoonlight  asked:

could you please please write a blurb about Harry trying to convince you to be with him and you're all nervous about it because he's your friend? I absolutely love your writing

Thank you sweetheart! I’ve written and posted this before then deleted it because I was so indecisive about it … but thanks to this request I’m putting it back on my blog again so I hope you like it ❤️

Roses  🌹

“Are we really doing this?” you whispered, raising your eyes to meet his emerald ones.

Harry could hear the confidence in your voice waver at the thought of it all – of you and him together. He reckons it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise. He was being utterly obvious about his feelings for you. Whether it was in public or in private, he always rushed to be by your side. His friends often pestered him for the way he treated you. “The lad’s practically married!” “We’re jus’ friends, mate – buzz off.” But he swore he didn’t mind the teasing; he kind of liked the way your cheeks would burn at the thought of you being with a bloke like him. 

“D’yeh not want to?” he asked slowly, arms crossing as he looked at your uncertain eyes.

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Requests List

All requested writing (mostly blurb length) listed here! Also found under the “request: filled” tag. * demarcates smut.

001. Camping

002. Listen to Me

005. Love Him More

007. Promise Forever

009. Camping in the Rain*

010. Not Today

011. Too Much*

012. Silence*

013. Missing Kisses

015. Hot and Cold*

016. KISS for Styles*

017. The Last One

018. Reward

019. Not Fake*

020. You Wanker

022. Public (and Private) Displays of Affection

023. Time and Pride

024.Do You One Better

025. The Interview

026. Bottled Dressing

027. Call or….

028. Work Life and Home Life

029. Protect

030. Worth It

031. Kicks

032. Fight Me*

033. Under Their Noses

034. Mumma

035. Camping Indoors*

036. Hair or No Hair

037. Help*

038. Mother’s Day

039. Mrs. Styles*

040. A Harry Girl

041. Man in Uniform*

042. You’re Pregnant, Love*

043. He’s a Dead Man*

044. Tell Me, Darling*

045. Make You Feel Better*

046. Important or Summat*

047. A Few Extras

049. Morning Sickness

050. My Girl, My Boy 

051. Safety in His Embrace

052.Soft Kisses

053. Know You*

054. Or Summat*

056. Primal*

057. Safe Word

058. Proud or Summat*

059. Middle of the Night

060. Lions and Vikings and Bears – Oh My!

063. Please Don’t Cry

064. Jet Plane*

065. The Only One

066. Be Right Here

It’s About Balance Sequence Requests

003. More About Jealousy*

004. More About Waiting*

006. More About Trouble

008. More About Mouths*

014. More About Timing*

021. More About Saying Hello*

More About Anniversaries - It’s About Balance One Shot*

061. More About Balance*

062. More About Boyfriends

Requests that spun into a lot more…. Oops.

Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd*

Three Days and a Lemon Curd* - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 002

Lemon Curds Anytime - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 003*

048. Just Between Us

055. Leather and Cars*

Half request, half me being a weak ass

Still Not Fake*

As time passes, the bonds between the IPRE increase and that probably increases the power of the engine. Right at the beginning, though, as they’re racing away from one of the early worlds, Davenport has the sinking realization that it’s not enough. The engine is not running on enough power to outrun the apocalypse again, and of course it isn’t, because it was designed for a leisurely two-month exploration and not a high-speed chase. They’re not going to make it. And he thinks his crew must realize that, too, because they’re all nervously glancing out of the windows as he narrowly evades another deadly blow. 

Damn it all, they’re his responsibility, they look to him for guidance and he’s going to get all of them killed because he couldn’t do the one thing he’s best at well enough. They’re good people and they don’t deserve this. He doesn’t know why, but suddenly it’s vital that they all know that they’re more to him than just strangers. 

“If we don’t make it out of this,” he calls over his shoulder, “I want you all to know that it was an honor to travel with you.” He can’t turn his attention away from where they’re going, but he can feel their stares on his back. And, because he’s the best at what he does, he can feel the ship shudder slightly under him, gaining the smallest surge of extra energy in the engine. 

The bonds engine, which runs on bonds. Fuck.

Davenport calls out again, this time with far less gravitas: “If any of you want to, I don’t know, hug it out or something now would be a great time.”

It takes a moment for them to catch on, but they’re his crew, so of course they do.

“I think you have beautiful eyes!” It’s Barry, suddenly the approximate complexion of a tomato, and he’s got his face in his hands seconds later so it’s not even clear who he was talking to but the outburst sets the rest of them off.

“Lucretia, you have lovely handwriting even though I can’t read a damn word!”

“Magnus, for the love of whatever gods are watching, you are very brave but please stop getting yourself killed?”

“Those cupcakes without the icing that you made are kickass, Taako!” (And, somewhere in the background an indignant shriek of “Muffins? Do you mean muffins, Magnus?”)

“You make the best coffee at three in the morning which is some kind of fucking lost art, and that’s the only reason you’re allowed to correct my notes even though I was absolutely right about that last equation you erased, wasn’t I?

That was an accident, Lup - Merle I think your approach to both horticulture and religion are… uniquely inspired.”

“Davenport, you are a very brave leader and I appreciate all of the difficult decisions you make.”

They’ve almost got it. They’re almost there, they might make it after all, they just need a little more power. It comes from a very unlikely source.

“That’s just our luck, right?” Taako is looking out of the window, and he sees what Davenport sees, that the force chasing them is still just a little too fast. “Finally get used to having these chucklefucks around and now we’re gonna get eaten. Finally find some people worth keeping and boom, apocalypse. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

Everyone is staring again. Taako’s ears twitch lower as he realizes what he’s just said, aloud, at a clearly audible volume and obviously unintentionally. Magnus sniffles a little, clearly moved, and mutters “Aw, dude.”

Lup sneaks up on Taako and hugs him from behind, holding him firmly in place as Magnus and then the others join in. Davenport is the only one who notices the moment when they outrun the Hunger one more time, just barely slipping through its grasp.

(Davenport considers organized bonding activities after that, but he watches his crew make a mess of breakfast together the next morning, and he realizes that isn’t necessary.)

Here’s a silly one. Rank Katie’s roles in terms of hawtness (@rtracker).

Alrighty. This killed me, because personally, I would just choose them all. Can’t I just have them all??? It was almost as difficult as having to decide which character I would date (a high point in my life), so thanks for that! But first I had to consider my criteria for Maximum Hawtness™. It was necessary. I mean we all know Katie is gorgeous and hot af no matter what. So instead I had to consider things beyond Katie’s perfect face.

Sooo personal style, attitude, the way she carries herself, innocence vs. …naughtiness? Sauciness? Can that be a thing? Sure! Oh, and chemistry and interactions with other characters. That’s a big one. Leaving out the usual characters. So here is my list.

1. Kate Foster (But of course!)

Pretty sure a lot of you have seen me freak out about Kate. When it comes to judging hawtness, I am all for the sharp and pointy. When did the question of wanting fries cause anyone to become uncomfortably aroused?? When Kate Foster asked the question, that’s when! Kate is smooth, seductive and she spends pretty much her entire date with Erica looking like she is ready to rip her clothes of with her teeth. …Yeah that’s pretty hot. Bonus points for the lingering touches and the sex hair the morning after. #shooketh

2. Lena Luthor

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The perfect combination of sharp and pointy and soft and squishy. There is definitely something about her that has drawn so many in. The heart-eyes, the perfect buns, the eyebrows, the lip-bite, the red lipstick… Then there is the fact that she dresses like she’s on her way to view the next big line during fashion week (That Magenta Coat™ tho). Speaking of the lip biting, heart-eyes, and eyebrows, is it me or is Lena more flirty than pretty much all of Katie’s characters combined? Throw all of that on top of the fact that she is an angel and classy af and you can just consider me deceased.

Pssst. If you are for any reason interested in more of Katie being hot and/or my somewhat warranted opinion/endless thirst, keep reading! Ok let’s move on.

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Now That He Knows

It’s the way your toe runs the length of his foot as you’re cuddled together on the couch. And as he shivers under your touch, the feeling of you nuzzling in closer, really burrowing underneath his arm whilst pressing soft kisses to his side, he senses it. 

But when he looks down at you, trying to catch the gleam in your eye or the soft smirk on your lips, he’s greeted with only a shy, demure look on your sweet face that he’s come to know so well in the few short months you’ve been together. 

He didn’t pick up on your hints before, but now that he knows… 

It’s when he catches you staring at him, mouth agape and movement ceased when you’re completely distracted by whatever mundane task he’s set to (it happens most often when he’s cutting vegetables because the way his arm muscles flex and bulge makes you dizzy). 

It’s after he catches you staring at him and how you look away quickly, cheeks reddening as you bite your lip and try not to allow the lust you feel for him settle so obviously over your features. 

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anonymous asked:

reddie prompt time! during a loser sleepover Eddie is the first to fall asleep and he starts sleeptalking, also answering others questions and confesses he has a crush on Richie


(My last It (2017) piece didn’t get a lot of attention, so I’m linking it here:

Boys are about 16 in this piece.

“What’s…your favorite book?”

“For fuck’s sake, you’re done!” Richie snaps. “Really, Ben? His favorite book? You wanna know what kind of milk he prefers: non-fat or 2%?”

Stan, stretched out on the couch as if he owns the Hanlon household, kicks at his friend’s shoulder. “You ask something, genius! It’s Eddie, we already know most of his life.”

“Hey Eds,” Richie nudges the shoulder of the sleeping boy. “Ya ever really kiss a girl?”

Eddie hums in his sleep, lazily opens his mouth. “Uh-huh. Was nice.”

“Wh-who was it?”


“Gross!” Richie gags, holds his stomach and rolls onto his side. “More like Wretch-a!” He cackles.

Mike, who sits on the couch watching from above, sighs. “This feels like a real invasion of privacy, guys. If Eddie wanted us to know this stuff, he would have told us. I don’t think we should be digging if he can’t filter out his responses.”

“What’s wrong, Mikey? Did you have a wittle crush on Greta?”


It’s hard to tell in the dim living room with a flickering television as the only light source, but Richie swears Mike’s face gets the teeniest bit darker. “Got a crush on Eds?”


“It’s okay, he’s cute!” Richie pinches the pink cheeks next to him. “What about you, Eds. Got a crush on anyone?”

The sleeping boy murmurs nonsensically before mumbling, “Richie’s cute.”

“No one is as cute as you, Eddie Spaghetti. Who do you like?”

“Richie,” Eddie grumbles, smiles a little to himself. “When he shuts up.”

Bill laughs and Mike laughs and Stan laughs and Ben laughs, but Richie doesn’t think that’s very fucking funny.

“You got a cruh-cruh-crush on Trashmouth?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Eddie murmurs. “Don’t tell him though, kay? His heads too big already.”

“Sure thing, Eds,” Richie whispers, horribly self-conscious of everyone in the room watching him as he curls a strand of Eddie’s hair, “you tell him when you’re ready, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie yawns, “I will.”