Could I offer you a rarepair in these trying times?
I was talking in discord about some FAHC!Ryan and FC!Aleks and welp. Have a drabble.
Ryan’s face paint and mask always scared people away. So, naturally, when Aleks brought him to his house to clean up after they’d finished some prep work for a heist tomorrow, he half expected Mishka to run away from Ryan… But the second that Ryan walked through the door she ran right past Aleks and straight to Ryan, sniffing his hand excitedly…. Ryan’s demeanour instantly fucking changes- he’s no longer Vagabond, he’s Ryan Haywood and the next thing Aleks knows he’s getting on the floor to play with his dog. Fuck. Aleks knew this was strike three. He was fucking in love with Ryan Haywood.
Special thanks today goes to @sleepykalena who reminded be that 400 words isn’t that much and I should wait to pass out until I wrote them. (Also to the people I babysit for today who basically paid me to write. I love you dearly.)
Less than 5k words to go! 1,924 words for a total of 45,426! I think I could win this before Monday? I really think I could!
Imagine Keith and Lance going to a fair and there’s a really big hippo plush at one of the games and Keith just looks at it so longingly Lance rolls up his sleeves and slams down a five at the table. The hippo is the biggest prize you can get and the carny is about to laugh at them because no one has ever won anything more than a plastic ring.
But it is a shooting game, and Lance has perfect aim.
there was something pulling that night, tugging at magnus the minute they caught each other’s eyes. there was something burning underneath the pulse of the club. it echoed between shifting bodies and it tasted like oh hello, you’re new. who are you?
richie shows up one day with bleached streaks/highlights in his hair (it surprisingly doesnt look bad) and everyone is like wtf dude just why..? but he just shrugs and doesnt say anything about it. for once in his life he isnt saying something… its almost a full week later when eddie remembers when all the losers were talking about crushes and eddie had just barely gotten away with saying he didnt like anyone but thought blondes were cute (a complete lie) and thats why hes now in the middle of history class blushing so much while staring at the back of richies blonde-tipped head with his heart pounding out of his chest
Is there already a soulmate AU where on like your 18 birthday you wake up with no memory except for the coordinates to your soulmates house? Like, you don’t even remember your own name, yet your bitch-ass’s got fuuckin 17 North 86 West in your head and you only know that you’ve got to get there asap (is that how coordinates work????)
Title: Bumps and Bruises Character: Steve Harrington A/n: I love this fluffy haired man and i think he deserves a lot more than the fandom gives him credit for. (yes he was an ass at first but he had fantastic development) so enjoy some fluff for the fluff boi.
You were sitting up in your bedroom, surrounded by an open box and a couple things of wires tangled nearby while you held an open instruction booklet in your hands. Your dad had surprised you with a new record player since he accidentally broke the other one when he insisted he didn’t need a handyman to fix the crack in your ceiling.
Let’s just say it didn’t end well for him or the old player.
Trouble was, you were on your own for the day and you had no idea how to set it up.
You were just about to plug in the red wire when you heard the doorbell go off.
“Mom probably forgot her wallet again.” You mumbled as you pushed yourself off the ground before heading down the stairs.
You opened your door instead to see Steve Harrington standing there with a large Coke can pressed against his one eye. His hair was all over the place and you could see the cuts on his lip and nose.
“You look awful.” You said, helping inside.
“Well you look wonderful,” He said with a smile before he grimaced in pain. “Thought I’d stop by and say hello.”
You watched him collapse onto your living room sofa. “Here, let me see it.” You told him, moving to stand in front of him.
You went to take the can but Steve moved away. “Steve Harrington, let me see.”
“No, you’re just gonna make it worse, or freak out and yell at me. He complained, shuffling around the couch as you tried to keep him still.
“Make it worse? Don’t be such a baby and give me the can.”
Steve pulled the can down and gave you a deadpanned expression. “Happy?”
Your eyes went wide at the side of the huge cut on his cheek, he had blood all over his face and some messy brusies on his hands.
You gently took the can from him and set it aside. “I’m no medical professional, but I don’t think a lukewarm Coke can is gonna solve your problem.”
You gave him a light tap on the shoulder and gestured for him to stand up. “Come on, I have a first aid kit in the bathroom upstairs,” You told him as you helped him stand. “Besides my mom had the carpet washed and if you get blood on it she’ll kill me, so.”
“Here, we have to clean you off first,” You told him, turning the bathroom lights on while you had him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “It’ll get infected if you let it go.”
Steve just hummed, only lightly flinching when the rag would graze over the cuts too harshly, to which you would apologize and try to be more gentle.
“Keep this there, I’m gonna see if we have any antibiotic stuff,” You pressed a cold cloth to his cut and placed his hand over it. “Maybe you could explain to me what happened?”
“It’s nothing.” He said, his voice quiet.
“I mean jesus, Steve. You have a huge cut on your face along with a good other number of injuries. That’s not nothing.” You told him while you placed neosporin on clean rag.
“I was just being an asshole and got punched by a kid, it started this big thing and here we are.” He told you, keeping his eyes on his hands.
“Ah, so you deserved it then?” You said with a smile, lightly bopping the end of his nose with your finger.
That caused Steve to laugh a little as he nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
“Hold still now, this is gonna sting.” You warned him, slowly placing the rag over his cut.
Steve let out a low hiss as he jerked away from your hand. “Holy fuck that hurts.”
“Well I told you,” You said with a small tone of amusement in your voice at his reaction. “Stop moving so much, it won’t hurt as badly then.”
“Whatever you say, Hawkeye.” He said while you placed the rag on the cut again.
“There,” You said, removing the rag and placing a large band-aid on the cut. “That’s probably the worst of it.”
You cleaned the rest of his cuts and used the last of your band-aids on him. When you were done he looked slightly less worse than before, but he did look a little funny.
“I think you have a pretty good survival rate,” You told him with a smile as you put your things away in the kit. “I’d keep an eye on them though.”
“Hold up,” Steve said as you were about to leave the bathroom. “Aren’t you going to kiss them better?”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? You want me to kiss it better?”
Steve gave you a dramatic nod like a child would.
You stepped in front of him, placing a kiss over the bandage on his cheek and nose, giving him individual kisses on the cuts on his knuckles. “Better now?”
“You forgot one.” He said cheekily, pointing to the cut on his bottom lip.
You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “This was your plan all along wasn’t it?”
Steve titled his head and pretended to think for a minute. “Maybe.”
“You’re such a brat.” You told him before you left a small peck on his lips.
When you pulled back Steve’s eyes were still shut then they slowly opened again. “That was a pretty lame kiss, I’ve seen you do better.”
“How would you even-?” You cut yourself off as you shook your head. “You know what don’t answer that, maybe once it heals you’ll get a proper one.”
“Promise?” Steve asked with big, puppy dog eyes as he held out his pinky.
You laughed before you wrapped your pinky around his. “Just ask me nicely.”