#2. You laugh me getting reasonably worried over my friend because they might see a thing that has one of their triggers in it

[wowconradfisher]

all of the girls you’ve loved before

pairing: min ho x reader

genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..

summary: being best friends with KISS’s resident “heart throb” is not for the weak. falling in love with him isn’t either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?

a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. i’m convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then i’m writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!

Sitting outside of your best friend’s party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldn’t stand the thought of being with your best friend but now you’re starting to second guess and think more about the times you’ve spent together.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment. 

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do. 

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun. 

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho. 

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist. 

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend. 

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,” 

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away. 

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,” 

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly 

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?” 

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it.  After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it. 

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place. 

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.

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[loviingpedri]

hi:) can u pls write a fic where trent has a secret gf (there’s no reason to keep her a secret, he just likes having her to himself and wants their relationship to be just theirs for a while) but his friends/brothers notice him always ditching them to meet/call ‘someone’ and they start teaching him like damnn are u in love or something??? thank you :)

secret lover - trent a.a

prompt: request

warnings: grammar issues

credits to all owners for images

trent was the best boyfriend. you couldn’t ask for someone better than him.

he prioritized you. he valued you. to him, his whole life is you.

keeping his dedication to you, it was a mutual agreement to be a secret couple. you loved it. it was adorable how you would be far away from him in a bar while he tried to sneak away to see you. how he would hide his phone when he got your messages. or when he simply left parties very early because he couldn’t bear to be without you.

of course it was getting suspicious. how he would step out of team dinners for almost 20 minutes to call you. his absence at places weren’t going to be dismissed either.

“hey trent. are you going to my place later for some games?”

“i don’t think so, mate. got some things to do.” once again, his friends were disappointed that he was ditching them again.

“what’s going on with you trent? that’s like the tenth time you bailed on us. don’t tell me you’ve met someone and haven’t thought to tell us.” the suspicion was rising once again.

“of course not. you’re my best mate, i can’t keep secrets from you.” lying through his cheeky smile, trent had relief wash over him as his friends just kept walking.

deciding to cancel your movie night since it was getting hard to keep your relationship a secret now, trent had decided to go to his friend’s house. if trent didn’t go there, they would come to him. and hiding was not a safe option for you.

“i’ll take some time to call you, yeah?” it wasn’t trent without dedicating some of his fun time towards you. it was hard for him to simply leave. he wanted to be with you every chance he could get.

“don’t worry about it. just have fun.” you kissed him goodbye and watched him leave.

trent took his sweet time getting there. it was the effort of being there, not how he got there.

“no way, trent actually came to join in on the fun.” getting out of his car, he was instantly met with shock.

“don’t push it mate.” after an hour of just playing straight video games and snacking, trent was missing you bad. he excused him to go call you.

“hey babe, how’s it going?” seeing your face made him instantly smile.

“not bad. just beat all of them in mario kart though. i’m a professional.”

“i see you got a new hobby now.”

“yeah. i might stay another hour, but i do miss you a lot.”

unexpectedly, his friends all heard the last sentence.

“do you have a special someone on the other line?” he was shocked, he just turned off the phone without even hanging up.

“what are you on about?” acting dumb was not his speciality.

“said you missed someone, i wonder who.”

“just my mom. don’t overthink it.”

“you’ve been ditching us for the past 2 months to go see your mom? don’t lie trent, you’ve been talking to someone.” he was in a sticky situation. he had no more words to say.

“trent, are you in love? you’re turning red a little bit.” just the thought of you made him light up.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he touched the back of his head in nervousness.

“arnold is really in love.”

all of a sudden, you broke into a laugh which was heard in the silent room. that laugh was definitely not from his mother as they’ve met her before. trent cursed at himself for not hanging up as his friends demanded to meet you. the secret was finally out.

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[ynsvnte]

Everyone adores you (at least I do) — Park Jongseong

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst, wc: 868 warnings: swearing, pet names, kissing, arguing, pairing: bff!Jay x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your were always well liked growing up even by Jay. Having a huge crush on you and trying to show signals. until that’s when he had enough.

Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)

Jay smiled hearing your giggles. Oh how downright bad this boy was for you. Little backstory, You and Jay grow up being neighbors and your parents thought about inviting their new neighbors over to welcome them. When you both first met, you both clicked instantly. Having a friend around during the weekends was great. As you and Jay were insuperable, growing up everyone knew how much Jay liked you. Everyone expect, you. You did like Jay at one point but just gave up as one of your friends also liked him too and you thought she deserved him more (she got rejected) Now in university you both are going to the same university. Still insuperable.

“Hey Jay look..” you show Jay your phone, a video of a puppy that you thought was adorable. Jay gets closer and watches the video. Laughing at the cute puppy. “Hmm, very cute..” He said. You turn off your phone and sit up. “So are you doing anything..this weekend..?” You asked Jay, curious what he's been up to. “Nothing really, just might just stay indoors all day maybe..” your mouth widens. “Staying indoors..? Jay you got to be kidding me. You should go out with your friends and find yourself a girlfriend..” your words seemed pathetic to him. Girlfriend? Who is he to find one when he has you..that’s if the feeling is mutual of course. “Yn look I’m not looking for someone right now..” all lies he wants you. “Whatever” you roll your eyes at him. Jay could only hope that one day you could realize his feelings for you..

2 days later..

You and Jay are now in his dorm room. Working on assignments that are due tomorrow. “Some professors should fucking rot in hell.” You muttered, making Jay laugh. “Yeah..but watch that pretty mouth of yours..” he warns. He glances over to you. Noticing you didn’t react to his words. He only signs before going back to work. Trying to ignore the feeling of annoyance.

1 week later

Jay visits you unexpectedly.

“Hey..” he said awkwardly. You wave at him allowing him inside. “So what brings you here?” You asked him. “Nothing just bored sweetheart.” Sweetheart..this made you blush a bit but you ignore the feeling. Jay settles down onto your sofa getting comfortable.

“Hey now you’re the guest..” you say giving him a glare.. “yeah but this is like my second home.” You shake your head in disappointment before sitting down next to Jay. Turning on the tv.

“You know I had one girl ask me if we’re dating..” you spoke up. It wasn’t new for others to think you both were dating. Everyone was convinced you were together. Just by the way you both interact with each other. “Oh..” Jay said.. He wishes it was real..

“It would be weird if we dated..” okay ouch..Jay wished deeply how you see his feelings and his thoughts about you. To him you were the most perfect person in the world. Jay goes silent. Making you worried.

“You alright..?” You asked him.. jay nodded a bit before speaking up.

“Are you sure it would be weird if we dated..” Jay's tone was stern, making you shiver a bit. “Y-yeah..”

“And how would it be weird?” He asked, that question caught you off guard. “Well to be truthfully honest. I don’t know.. I mean you don’t like me-“

“Says who..?” Huh..? What does he mean by that.. “what..?” Okay now you’re very confused. “How do you know I don’t like you..” Well you don’t have any good reason at all you just assume because you thought Jay would never like you. Especially considering a lot of girls like him. “W-well i-i don’t know..” Jay only sighs in frustration.

“Yn..this is all bullshit..Yn I want to say this..I like you. More than a friend..I keep giving you hints hoping you would notice one day. But no you never do. I liked you for years. And yet you want to say it would be weird? Yn we’ve known each other for so long..” what.. his words shocked you. You face him with your eyes wides

“Huh-..” you’re only shocked. Not knowing your crush likes you back. Yeah after all you couldn’t move on. “You like me..?” You asked him. “Yes..” Jay says, looking straight at you. You only looked down at your lap. Before you feel a hand touch your face, grazing your cheek. You move your head slightly before seeing Jay's face close to yours. You and Jay both make eye contact. Not breaking it.

“C-can I..?” Jay asked. You only nodded your head. You feel his lips meet yours. His lips felt so nice. You move your arms and wrap it around his neck. And you feel him move, making you sit on his lap. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist. Pulling you closer. You both kiss for a few more minutes before pulling away. Both gasping for air. Jay pulls you into a hug..

“I love you…” he says softly into your ear.. you sink into his hug and kiss his cheek

“I love you too..” ahh young love.

Author’s note: went overboard with Jay sorry but 800+ without me not losing motivation something is wrong.. 🦧 or it’s bc my drafts is filled and it’s annoying me so much

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[kunikame]

# PURPLE LILACS !

[05] - perhaps he's into you ! | prev. | m. list | next

ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, miss-spellings in the tweets & texts, slight lilia lore spoilers, common jamil and azul behavior ("kys" used 2 times) ! w/c : 1k

when lilia vanrouge says he's coming over, he usually appears approximately 20 seconds after he warned you of his upcoming arrival, dressed in his dorm uniform.

tonight, however, your favorite fae-stie barely gives you a second to prepare before he appears in your room in a puff of green mist and his pink silky pajama set (yes, the one much like shaggy wore in the loch ness monster scooby-doo movie, just in pink). 

"what's up what's up what's uuup~!" he sing-songs, dropping down gracefully on the edge of your bed.

"hi, lils. cater?"

"on his way, do not fret. i brought some diasomnia snacks! and–"

"did you make them."

"no, he did not," said a monotone voice from somewhere. upon realizing it was not lilia who spoke, you turn toward the source, only to see malleus draconia (alias hornton) in the flesh, causing you to very nearly die of a heart attack.

okay, you might be over exaggerating. a little.

"--and malleus, i hope you don't mind. he wanted to join 'girls' night," the musician grins.

“nah, he’s welcome to join any time, i’m just not quite sure he’ll find it entertaining,” you say as you turn to look at the raven haired fae, “make yourself at home, hornton. i’ll go get the drinks and wait for cay.”

you spot grim playing with the resident ghosts in the living room area on your way to the (severely run down) kitchen. before you can even fully step into the room, you hear a few light knocks on the door and take a sharp turn towards the entrance instead. what greets you there is a heavily shaking individual known as cater diamond dressed in only his pajamas, carrying some baked goods (courtesy to trey) and his phone.

“w-what’s up what-’s up what’s u-u-uup?!”

a beat of silence passes and you momentarily consider just shutting the door in his face because how and why the fuck are riddle rosehearts and deuce spade also here. you can handle malleus, he’s much like a pet rock, but riddle in the same room with lilia and cater? you think your hair might start graying a bit early.

“riddle and deuce! what are you guys doing here?” you step aside to let them in with a strained smile only to glare daggers at your good friend behind their backs.

“cater insisted i come along and ‘hang out’ with ‘the girls’ for a bit. he said i need to mingle with people my age more to be able to keep up with the trends, or something along those lines, i believe. i don’t see a purpose behind me being here however, so i can take my leave if you’d rather keep it to a close circle discussion– i can’t leave trey to watch over the entire dorm either, i am housewarden, after all.”

“i got pulled along against my will.”

the drastic difference in their response, reasoning and length struck you like lightning for a mere second, “oh– uh, no, don’t worry, you’re all good, riddle. you can stay if you wish to! i won’t keep you against your will though. same goes for you, deuce. you just have to promise whatever you hear tonight stays between us.”

“not to worry, the queen of hearts rule number 14 states that secrets must stay between included parties. may the queen strike me down herself lest i break a rule.”

“anywayy~ after all this chitter chatter cay-cays’s gotten hungryyy and treys’ home-baked tarts are directly under my nose! it would be a crime to not eat them! shoo-shoo, up we go!"

a couple hours have passed since the guys arrival, and everything's been going well so far. it was quite a shock for the heartslabyul trio to find the malleus draconia here at first as well, but they’ve slowly warmed up to him and began to consider him as ‘one of the girls’. the conversation’s been flowing well and the night was filled with shared laughs and stories.

you were just finishing up recounting the recent happenings with ace to fill everyone in on the details when malleus spoke.

“i believe he might just be.. ‘into you’, was it?” he turned to lilia for confirmation, who nodded abruptly. “that’s what i’m saying! the little bat just won’t believe me,” he said, leaning onto cater (who nods along in agreement while patting his bandmate) dramatically, as if you not believing his nonsense caused him a fatal wound. so much for being a war general, this guy is a drama general at best.

“lils, he hates me.”

“enemies to lovers, i say! enemi–”

“on the contrary, i think he quite likes you, actually,” the redheaded housewarden speaks up from the corner he’s sat in, “you’re almost all he talks about recently.”

“oh, you’re right! i asked him about our alchemy homework last week and he found some way to bring you up, even in that conversation. ‘i wonder if [name]’s done it yet? should we ask? i hope she’s not struggling with her studies. perhaps we could help her out’ like, shut up,” said deuce, popping some candy in his mouth with a clearly annoyed look in his eyes. if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he was jealous of his friend.

that forced you to stop and think for a moment. if it were anyone else (a picture of lilia and cater appears in your minds eye and you have to fight back a smile) saying it, you probably wouldn’t have paid it much mind, but if it’s the people closest to him, then perhaps there’s some truth behind the seemingly empty words?

“i have an idea, if i may,” all eyes turn to malleus (who.. you forgot was even here, with how quiet he was the entire time), eyebrows raised in question, “if you’re so unsure of his intentions and feelings, why not test them?”

the 2 light music club members eyes lit up at that and you felt an impending sense of doom.

and that’s how you found yourself dancing with deuce, then malleus, then riddle, then... all of them, for some reason? it was awkward initially, but the longer it went on the more fun it was, and perhaps you could say this was one of your best nights spent in twisted wonderland.

being erased from your own world be damned.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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[ubehalayas-blog]

Kyle w fake s/o that has a crush on him (?) 

The only reason Kyle did this was to get his parents off of his back

They were worried and thinks that Kyle might be gay because for the whole high school Kyle never brought at least one girl back to their house (not that they actually cared though)

Although Kyle was not having it, he wasn’t gay (mhm sure) and thought of just asking for ur favor to fake date him until the summer ends so that his parents would get off his back.

It goes a bit like this:

“Hey– Y/n I have a favor to ask you” “can we.. like– be girlfriend and boyfriend but fake? Like you get what I mean, you read books–” “but if you don’t I mean like we fake date like we do couple things but just for public well for my parents because they’ve been on my back ever since the fucking summer started, they’ve been hinting to me that it’s okay if I came out to them as gay” he rambled on and on, explaining the pickle he was on

“Alright– I get it, Kyle”

“Oh yeah, right sorry” 

You two set like typical house rules for it, 1. No one can know, even best friends. 2. No touching allowed unless it’s consented. (of course my man Ky is a gentleman) 3. No falling in love with each other. 

“Does the last one even matter?” 

“I think–” you lied, (it didn’t matter but somehow most books you read had that rule but ended up falling for one another and you like Kyle so– it must be a spell that should be added right?)

You ended up putting a fake relationship in front of everybody, including your friends and parents.  

Stendy probably invited you to a double date or two, Stan suspects that two of you were pretending to be bf and gf but Kyle debunked his suspicions when he kissed you in front of Stan, you were shocked but kissed back. Let’s just say that the car ride back to your house was awkward, something like:

“We’re here”

“A-ah.. thanks, I.. I enjoyed today” you mumbled, taking off your seatbelt.

He just nodded, never letting his eyes away from the wheels because he was too nervous and embarrassed with what he did. 

He probably took you out on a date or two, on those dates he was given some money from his parents that he used to pay for his and your meals. (let’s js say you don’t have to spend any money when ur with him)

Honestly, Gerald and Sheila was your fan, they loved, adored you so much, they were so thankful that you’re Kyle’s girlfriend. They probably laughed around with you as they told stories about how they were thinking was gay and all, Kyle would probably redden from their embarrassing stories and would shout, “MOM! DAD!” when he thinks they’ve told too much lmao.

At school, he waits for you to finish your classes because he drives you to school and back.

Kyle invites you to study dates in his house but mostly because Sheila always wants to see you, (little did you know Kyle liked seeing you too) sometimes that study date ends with you staying in their house– you insist not to but Sheila and Gerald always find a way for you to stay.

You staying at Kyle’s house always ends up with you sleeping on the bed and Kyle on the floor, Kyle probably thinks that it’s too embarrassing to let you sleep on the floor so he volunteers. But when you said that it’s okay for him to sleep next to you he blushes and rambles on about not wanting to make you uncomfortable and stuff, it took you a while of convincing when he finally slept next to you.

The next day was a pain honestly lmao, his arm was wrapped around you, he basically fell off the bed when he realized he hugged you in his sleep. Maybe a bit like:

Kyle grumbled in his sleep, the sun hit his eyes as he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze landed onto your sleeping body and his arm that was wrapped around your waist, his eyes widened as he gasped, backing away from you as he fell down to the floor. The loud crash made you wake up, you rubbed your eyes as you looked over Kyle who was breathless and rattled, "What's wrong..?" you mumbled, "N-nothing.. I just fell off" He stuttered.

lol Idk, I find it funny when things like that happen.

I can't think of anything anymore honestly, my brain is fried and this is just a worthless attempt to do head canons because I seems to can't write some.

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #sp kyle x reader #sp kyle #i dont like this #headcanons #kyle hcs #i need therapy #i need kyle plushie #i dont trust myself

[femerithian]

Thought process an alien species that evolved from something like a cow bird, as in they would leave their offspring in another similar species nest to be raised by those parents instead

Then the species they would take advantage of goes extinct leaving them with the genetic predisposition to dump their young on somebody else but forced to care for their own young because "survival" to put things short, with them evolving to human level of intelligence and communication abilities

Have them be a prey type species that would probably see humans as a predator type species, and be afraid until they get to know humans

Also I imagine the reason for them being cow bird like would be that they would be weak and unable to defend their young which would fall into ideal prey category, thus meaning the extinction of the parental species being for two fold reason of child replacement and death while defending their supposed young

But long late night ramblings made short ish

Alien cow bird (alien 1): I can't stand, this I've come close to being eaten 3 times this week while taking care of my young one and if that's not bad enough a single feather out of place has my mate ready to rip my head off

Alien 2 (different species): I have just the solution for that problem, follow me

Alien 1: -happily follows eager for any solution-

Alien 2: -leads them to room with a human-

Alien 1: -horrified-

Alien 2: -takes child from increasingly horrified parent- hey human Jane, look a baby -holds child out to human while parent panics and screams internally-

Jane: -makes happy noises and heads toward them-

Alien 1: -whispers frantically- are you insane? I said I'm struggling to keep my young one protected from predators!

Alien 2: -hands child to human, and dismissively waves of alien 1 who looks like they might die right on the spot- human Jane, my friend and I wanted to run some errands, think you can baby sit?

Jane: -cooing over a semi petrified and uncertain baby- sure, I'm not too busy right now

Alien 2: -trying to reassure alien 1- here's a bag of stuff for them, they should have a nap soon, and be sure to keep an eye out for predators, there are a few around that would eat that little one in a single bite

Jane: -looking very much the predator herself and making alien 1 near hyperventilate- no worries, any predator gets close and they won't live to regret it

Alien 1 incoherent and being dragged out by alien 2

Alien 2: no worries, your little one couldn't be safer, and we'll only be gone for a few hours. You deserve a break

Alien 1: -eventually reluctantly gives in-

3 hours later

Returning to Jane's: they enter and are hit with a strong smell of blood, they both turn pale

Jane: - greets them with hands all bloody and a big knife, directs them to the child who is sleeping safe and sound before grabbing the leg of a huge carcass she had been carving up to show it off- you weren't kidding when you said watch out for predators, not two minutes into a short trip outside for some fresh air and this sucker makes for the kid, well I of course couldn't let that happen, though once I took em down I wasn't sure what to do with them, but then I recalled somebody telling me they make good eating so I figured why not get a start on an early lunch... though late lunch now, their a lot harder to break down than I expected

Alien 1: -faints-

Alien 2: -looks like they might as well-

Jane: -laughs- looks like it's their nap time too -goes back to butchering-

Alien 2: -also takes a "nap"-

-feel free to use any of these ideas, and add to them

#humans refuse to die #humans are weird #humans are space orcs

[jonathanbiers]

Argyle never gets frustrated with Steve when he doesn’t understand something. He doesn’t roll his eyes, or give That Sigh. He explains things patiently, if a bit abstractly, and when Steve is way off base Argyle runs with it. Is Vecna a vampire? Whoa that would be wild, man! Do you think he can’t have garlic? We could just take him out with a gnarly garlic pie, my dude!

the way you're seeing into my mind.... argyle being really soft with steve and taking the time to make sure he doesn't feel stupid when he's confused is something i've considered AT LENGTH (specifically in dms with @himbohohoharringtxn who has the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of Most of my argyle thoughts fdjghkdfj)

i would like to preface this by saying that i am firmly in "argyle and steve are both genuinely smart" territory. i think steve is very neurodivergent coded (i see the arguments for adhd/autism/dyslexia/ocd and as someone who might be autistic but is diagnosed with the other three....i see these arguments and i agree on all fronts) and there's also the head trauma of it all, though that's not what this is about. he's not fucking dumb, he just needs things broken down and explained to him in a very specific way. nothing wrong with that!

as far as argyle is concerned - we've literally seen him in action noticing small details no one else has(one of my fav parallels between them), which ends up being the reason the cali group finds nina and el. he's not fucking dumb either, just delivered to us as a comic relief stoner character with little dimension because the duffers need to be fucking stopped

BUT ANYWAY! you're so right! argyle would see the way steve sometimes gets brushed off and spoken over. the rest don't mean it to be hurtful and steve tries not to show that it does sometimes sting (because it's really not that big of a deal to him and it's not like they're being outright mean) but he would ABSOLUTELY "yes and-" whatever steve's off the wall question or idea was, if anything just to make him laugh, relieve some of the tension. AND IT WORKS is the thing.

it's not just, "duuuude, what if we just lure vecna into the sun? he'll be TOAST in five seconds flat, no fighting necessary. nancy, you can put the gun down, we're gonna hurl garlic cloves at him with a slingshot!" in one fell swoop, argyle is 1. making sure steve feels heard and not spoken over; 2. acknowledging steve's input and effort in a way that, let's be honest, the others don't do very often; 3. putting a smile on the group's faces for a while because fuck they're kids in a stressful situation and need a laugh; 4. putting himself in the line of fire so the others can rag on him instead.

argyle would do this when they aren't even dating yet and steve definitely would not be normal about it, he'd be smiling so big and soft and then argyle would catch his eye and smile back and they'd have this little quiet moment between them amidst all the chaos and dread.

after they're dating though? oh, they'd be INSUFFERABLE. they'd be such a pda couple, with the ridiculous pet names("what the fuck did you just call me?" "don't worry about it, my lil sweet potato pie."), and the open flirting until their friends are fake-retching, the whole nine yards. argyle is hanging off of steve's back with his arms around his waist and not even acknowledging it as he makes his argument to the rest of the group that, "no, no, listen. steve is onto something here, i just know. what if-"

and when they're alone, it'd be less of the theatrics and silliness and more of the gentle patience. they're both smart in really different ways and when argyle gets something steve doesn't and steve is getting a little frustrated about it, he'd take his hand or pull him close and just distract him with a little bit of affection to get him to cool down because he knows being frustrated isn't going to help steve figure out whatever it is. conversely, steve does the same when he's trying to explain something to argyle - though he's less likely to get as frustrated when confused, and more likely to pretend to take longer to get it than he actually does because listening to steve explain a subject he's knowledgeable about is fucking hot, can you blame him? they're just soft with each other, okay

#anonymous #just uh casually dumping a bunch of my stargyle thoughts that you didn't even ask for in your original message don't mind me lmao #if i'm honest the reason i haven't been posting many of my thoughts on this pairing is because there have been multiple times when #i've made posts about other pairings (won't say which bc then this'll show up in that tag and it's not about them. i hate when ppl do that) #and like almost immediately or within a day seen people copy my ideas/hcs about them in such a blatantly obvious way that i'm like #'damn if you're going to copy my homework can you at least change the wording my dude or like. cite your sources or smth' lmaooo #so uh. yeah there were also a lot of other things i wanted to mention but i specifically want to include those in fics and i've had enough #of putting my ideas out there as a 'wouldn't it be cool if' only to see a shittier version of it on my dashboard Within The Day so . #also i need you to know i YELLED when i got this ask sorry it took a bit to answer! bad nap brain again lmao coherent sentences are hard #stargyle #steve harrington #argyle

[good-chimes]

Okay Phasmophobia stream recap for those who don’t watch horror:

Grian, Scar, Impulse and Skizzleman have for some reason decided to play Phasmophobia, a game where you and your friends go into a spooky house with ghost hunting equipment and do a variety of unwise things while a ghost tries to kill you

They begin in the starting area:

Grian: So, I’ve played Phasmophobia once, Skizz and Impulse have played it every week for a couple of years, and Scar—

Scar: I’M NOT MUTED ANY MORE AND I’M SO EXCITED FOR PLASMATOPIA

Grian: Scar has never played—I’m sorry? PLASMATOPIA?

Grian and Impulse follow this up with trying to trick Scar into looking at a jump scare, eventually they realise Scar didn’t alter his brightness settings so literally can’t see it

Five more minutes of trying to get Scar to work the radio properly

Grian: Scar are you holding down B or just pressing it?

Scar: I don’t have a B on my controls

Grian, audibly unravelling: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT HAVE A B, YOU ARE SITTING IN FRONT OF A KEYBOARD

Impulse and Skizz quietly loading equipment as they’re actually good at this. Scar learns how to throw a basketball.

Grian into his own radio: this is a shambles, come in come in, this is a shambles.

Grian insists they pick a hard level because ‘it’s Scar’s first game and he needs to learn’

They move to Spooky House #1:

Increasingly clear that Scar does not know how to use the controls and none of the others are explaining

Grian (definitely very expert and tough and not at ALL a thin layer of bravado over a ball of terror) attempts the Spirit Box, a piece of equipment which requires you to shut yourself in a dark room by yourself and speak to a ghost who might try and kill you.

Skizz: come here, come here, listen to Grian trying to talk to the ghost

Grian, muffled: what’s your naaaame

Skizz: this is like Grian on a date and he’s getting shunned

Skizz: you gotta ask her about her interests buddy

Scar has found a glowstick. The glowstick does nothing helpful for him.

Scar cheerfully disregards Skizz’s worry about their sanity ticking down in the darkness

because we have glowsticks so we can have a rave

mm tss mm tss mm tss!!!

Grian’s ethereal voice over the radio: Scar I’m going to kill you

They set up a camera. A door opens by itself. Scar: “d-d-d-door!” Grian dissolves into goat screeches and Scooby Doo accusations.

Scar: “the door! The door opened!” Grian: “okay Scar go in there.” Scar: “NO!”

Grian eventually talks Scar into locking himself in a dark room with the ghost and the spirit box. Impulse and Skizz suspiciously quiet.

Scar attempts to make the ghost laugh, succeeds instead in making Grian laugh.

Scar didn’t even pick up the ghost radio, turns out he’s been talking to a notebook this entire time

okay second attempt

Grian, goading: Say the ghost’s name, Scar, go on, say it, say it

Impulse: okay when the attack comes you gotta hide and turn off all your equipment buddy

Scar, who very clearly does not know the controls: what does that mean???

notable silence

Scar: okay Betty Betty BETTY

LOUD CRACKLING

WIND SHRIEKING

Grian: scar run!!! get in the closet!!!

BREAKING GLASS

CACKLING THAT SOUNDS LIKE A HORROR EFFECT BUT IS IN FACT GRIAN

ghost murders scar

scar wanders the hallways as a ghost. He finds his friends, who seem unconcerned.

Scar: They didn’t tell me ghosts could kill you!

Scar: [on top of them] I hope you ALL die

Scar: Can I pick up things. Is there a gun. Can I hurt them.

The ghost murders Grian, who screams like he’s dying in real life

Scar perks up

Scar SO disappointed that Grian doesn’t seem to be appearing where ghost scar appeared

The group get in the van with Grian’s ghost and leave Scar behind

Debriefing back at mission end is slightly Contentious

Okay let’s let bygones be bygones and do another mission

Grian: Scar you didn’t hear me scream, right, you still think I’m manly

Scar: Oh, I heard you scream

They move to Spooky House #2

Scar has been given the temperature checker this time around

but he has also found the tools contain a lighter

Scar: I gotta be myself

Scar delighted to find the new spooky house is made of wood, we’re gonna burn this place to the GROUND, interrupted by Grian whispering terrifyingly on radio I’m behind you

Scar: don’t do that!!

Scar: wait was that Grian or the ghost

Scar: wait

More shenanigans while Skizz and Impulse try to figure out what kind of ghost it is

Grian: scar where are you

Scar: I thought I could just burn this place to the ground but it’s not working

Grian: these clients are expecting us to SOLVE the ghost mystery. You are the worst scooby-doo I’ve ever worked with.

Scar: [in the tone of patiently explaining something obvious] They could collect on the insurance

Grian has no luck talking to the ghost with the spirit box. Meanwhile Scar has spent five minutes trying to open a door (Impulse, Skizz, and Grian still being very withholding about the controls). Grian, after another feeble attempt thrusts the spirit box at Scar and says “You try, Scar”. Scar immediately like “oh okay! what do I do?” despite the fact that being shut in a dark room with a ghost by himself and instructed by the others into provoking it was exactly how he died last time

Scar is murdered by the ghost

Scar haunts Grian and the others, vindictively grumbling about them trapping him in with the ghost. throws empty cans at them. after five minutes of this discovers that Impulse is also dead and could hear him this whole time.

Skizz: okay radioing the dead people! [long one-way explanation about game mechanics so Scar and Impulse can pick up game points while they’re dead]—

Scar: Can we sabotage them? (Impulse just laughs.)

They’ve left in the van without Scar again

They move to Spooky House #3

Scar ignores all the tools and builds a beautiful pile of salt and candles. Grian laughs at it for thirty seconds straight.

Scar is murdered by the ghost.

Scar: play this game with us they said! It’ll be fun they said!

Scar: I assume the van’s gone again

Scar: oh no it’s still here. Hopefully they’re all DEAD.

Debriefing is contentious once more

Grian: okay scar when the haunt starts you have to not talk and hide. You stood in the middle of the room and yelled.

Scar: I had some salt!

Impulse: That doesn’t do anything…

Scar: [indignant] the salt should protect you!

Skizz: if the ghost is a snail?

They move to Spooky House #4 with extra scary mirror ghost:

Impulse declares their goal in the next house is to keep Scar alive. Gains reluctant agreement from the group.

This will definitely go well

This ghost is really out to get them. Skizz nearly dies despite being very good at the game.

Grian: let’s send scar in!

Impulse: What happened to Operation Keep Scar Alive????

They find the ghost from the haunted mirror but can’t get it to write in a book. They wander back and forth between the van full of tools and the spooky house.

Scar goes back into the house

Impulse: Operation Keep Scar Alive is very difficult :/

Grian: [over the radio] hey scar take a quick look in the mirror

Scar: where’s the mirror

Impulse: [despairingly] he’s trying to get you killed

Scar looks in the mirror and gets murdered by the ghost

Skizz dies. Shrieking.

Impulse dies. More shrieking.

Grian [tiny voice]: I’m in a cupboard…

Grian is by himself and he’s so scared

who could have foretold getting Scar murdered might lead to Grian being alone and terrified

Grian has shut the van door in scars face a third time and driven off

Grian has just realised he got all his friends murdered, not just Scar, because he forgot to take the sanity pills

Impulse: so we failed again

Grian: scar how’s your heart rate?

Scar: [throws a basketball at his face]

They move to hard level: Spooky Abandoned Asylum

Skizzle: Did you just turn that light off?

Grian: Sorry

Impulse: [resigned] if it's got buttons he's got to press it

grian and scar slowly being driven mad by an invisible child making a 'weh' sound

five minutes later proven it was Skizz

Scar has not fully cottoned on to the fact it is Skizz

Scar: Schism if that is you, i will throw you into the ghost

‘Schism’ honestly not the worst mispronunciation of the night only because Grian is absolutely convinced ‘tarot’ rhymes with ‘carrot’

Scar: ah i can't wait to hotguy you skizz >:( ... almost spoiled something

Scar: Oh I found someone’s tongue [it is clearly a red bookmark]

Skizz: Don’t touch that tongue that’s mine!

Asylum is glitched and the ghost doesn’t get to them

They make no money

Scar: does that mean… TECHNICALLY I LIVED

He is so pleased. Scar mission accomplished.

They move to Spooky Campsite:

Skizz has found this map with a camp fire so there is something to burn

Skizz: Scar you’re gonna light the campfire buddy!!

Skizz is instantly forgiven for every sin he’s committed against Scar ever

Campsite is supposed to be an easy mission. They wander around for twenty minutes. Scar is pretending to vlog

The ghost shows up out of nowhere… and murders scar.

Grian shrieks with laughter like a dying chicken.

Scar: all I hear is grian’s cackles

Grian: we were supposed to keep him alive, why did his body do a little hop

Disembodied Scar makes a game attempt at “I will get you back! All of you!” then gives up revenge and carries on pretending to vlog

Chat tells Scar to enter the clues

Disembodied!Scar: what clues did we learn? That I died and the ghost cackled at me? Oh, that was Grian actually.

The group try and figure out the ghost. Is it a demon… they’re pretty sure it’s a raijiu…?

Disembodied!Scar: I think it's a banshee.

Disembodied!Scar: The banshee is Grian >:(

Skizzle: ghost, give us a sign

Disembodied!Scar: [hurls a can at him]

Grian, with a frankly hypocritical level of outrage: Scar stop throwing stuff

They've shut the van door in Scar's face again

guess what.

they other three were all wrong.

it was a banshee.

Back in the starting area:

Impulse sounds almost impressed. He has never seen someone die so much in this game.

They mess around with the basketballs and blocks. Grian, in a tone that is almost an apology is like, scar no genuinely scar what is your heartrate.

Skizz pushes them all into a group Scar hug.

Scar: ...I can see the back of all your eyeballs

Grian: i'm never playing this game again

#skizzleman #goodtimeswithscar #grian #impulse #phasmophobia #stream recaps

[carefulfears]

@amplifyme thank you lovely! answering these one by one <3

top 5 underrated MSR moments

(i’m still not feeling well so this may not be coherent lol, just gonna ramble a bit)

1/ redux ii - "because i knew you'd talk me out of it if i was making a mistake"

this is my favorite line delivery of the series. it carries so much weight. he hasn't stopped smiling at her the entire time she's been in the hospital, trying to alleviate how much she worries about leaving him alone, and at times it is forced, but not here.

when he tells her that he was lost the night before, but found his way when he was with her. and explains to her the situation that he is in, the choice that he's been given, the decision that he's made. and she asks why he came to see her if he'd already made up his mind.

the way that he laughs and chokes through tears at the same time when he responds, "because i knew you'd talk me out of it if i was making a mistake."

it's almost ridiculous to say out loud, in the end, because it's the end. it's a foregone conclusion, and it's so so limited.

the look on her face says so much. there is so much grief in being needed. it doesn't last forever. it might not even last the rest of the day, she might not live long enough to ever find out if he's walking into that hearing to make a mistake. how can either of them do anything but cry and laugh in the face of that??

she's on her deathbed and he's flashing that smile at her so maybe she won't worry, like he did when he knelt before her in a surveillance unit and handed over his gun, a lifetime (or two years) before, trying to make it all okay. but how could it be okay when this person needs her like this? when it's all so fragile? when tomorrow, maybe, there won't be anyone to listen to him and tell him if he's making a mistake.

it aches to be depended on.

"you are going to die in your best friend's arms. and you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, because you've memorized it, it's all you know." (richard siken planet of love)

she's going to die in her best friend's arms, and it's funny, because what is there to do except choke out a laugh through tears?

2/ sein und zeit - "she was trying to tell you to stop"

this is tough as nails love.

this is the dirty work that no one can bear. this is being willing to tell someone what they need to hear, and to stay for the fallout.

i love this episode, and this whole scene is such an intense and important moment in who their characters are.

she gets down on the floor. she looks him in the eye and tells him the truth, even when her voice wavers. she holds steady in the midst of his lashing out, his eruptive grief, his inability to accept the facts that she cut through skin and bone to find. she grabs him and holds him tight and rocks him on the ground.

i always think of this quote from audries' throat, eye, and knucklebone:

"Sometimes she wishes he’d get some kind of universal object permanence. Actually practice the world-weariness he preaches with his tired eyes and dingy kitchen. Learn to anticipate the punch or else to slip and roll with it. It’s all incongruent - leaves her there cursing God and rocking him on the floor and all the while thinking you should know better at no one in particular."

mulder, who at 12-years-old, closed his eyes every time he walked into his room, because maybe his sister would be there when he opened them.

who looks up at stars and sees wandering souls, who can spin any light in the sky or water in an autopsy report into a reason why the world is still kind, despite all to the contrary. for whom "trust no one" is little more than a computer password, because he listens to everyone, believes everyone has something important to say, even cold answering machines.

he wants to believe, he comes into every situation with a bad joke and the most hopeful answer, he is rarely wrong. he still walks into every room with his eyes shut tight.

and what a thing to dedicate your life to, to spend your days with someone who sees the world this way. except, what happens when even the most complex spins and intricate theories cannot account for the dull sharp reality of loss? when there are certain things that are just too awful to be explained.

he should know better. one of them should, at least, but sometimes when you walk into every room with the most hopeful answer, you're wrong. sometimes there's just no evidence or conspiracy or mythos to be dreamed up.

his mother killed herself. she did so without saying goodbye, without telling him the "unsaid" truths she's kept secret, without leaving anything more than burnt photos of him in the trash and a message on his answering machine about how he didn't call her back. a message that he can rewind and replay a thousand times over, it still won't hold any answers. he still won't be able to figure this out.

it's horrible and painful and devastatingly human, with no grander purpose to it, and he should know better than to look. after everything that he's seen and lost and been through, he should have retained some understanding that this is the world.

but he looks anyway, with as much dedication and hope as he does everything, and there is no one there other than scully to say stop. to say this is the truth. to say these are the facts.

there is no one there other than scully for him to run up against, and she sits calmly and holds onto him.

she tells him the truth, and she tells him something else, too. she tells him that his mother wanted to tell him to let go, that she wanted to "take away his pain."

which...maybe this is true, or rather, maybe scully believes this. but scully stood in the next room when his inquiries to his mother got him little more than a slap to the face.

scully watched on tape as tena signed her son over to the devil, a hospital pen in her hand and cigarette smoke framing her face. scully's heard this voice on an answering machine too, and she never got a response either.

there's so much pain in her face as she tells him, through tears, that his mother just wanted to take his away. her own version of shut eyes and a strategic spin, this is what she has to offer.

in the following scene, it's morning now, and scully answers the door with her hair frazzled, still wearing her blouse from the day before but not her blazer.

weary from a night spent confronting the punches of the world, she's visibly exhausted when she looks at skinner and says, "it's been a hard night for him."

when mulder comes to the door, she never moves from her place in front of him, blocking him in. (she has always shared him with the world only reluctantly). as skinner tells mulder that the mother of the missing little girl in california has something to say, and she will only talk to him.

sometimes, when the worst happens, you want the person with the most hopeful answer.

skinner tells him that he's booked them two flights, and after mulder nods and walks away to get ready, scully looks at her boss and tells him that he "better book three."

tough as nails!

3/ the erlenmeyer flask - "mulder? i just want to say that i was wrong."

this moment exemplifies so much of their relationship in season one, and this is my favorite MSR. baby-faced and curious and overjoyed to know each other. they are best friends.

no one else would run up behind him on the street and stop him to tell him they were wrong, and that they should have believed him. it means so much.

when she tells him that she should have just trusted his instincts, and he replies, "why? no one else does." and she just smiles at him...season one scully has found secret treasure no one knows about. she can't believe she's getting away with hiding him in the basement.

4/ paper hearts - "but i do know you"

it's about THE INHERENT GRIEF IN BEING NEEDED!! of course a paper hearts moment was going to land on this list somewhere. my attachment to this episode knows no bounds. i could bring it into anything.

paper hearts is an ahab and starbuck episode. mulder is more haunted than we ever see him, as he spends the hour grasping at ghosts. scully's place in this episode is everything that makes her role so important, as she tries to balance hope and rationality. this is their quest, and these are their skeletons.

earlier, when roche tells mulder that he just wants to see his face when he finds samantha's body, you hear scully exclaim "oh my god" before standing up and screaming at him, opening the door and just getting mulder out.

she tries to reason, she tries to rationalize, she tries to get him away from "the darkness", but when it comes down to it, she digs in the dirt next to him with her bare hands.

i love these little moments that they always share in the end, when it's all over. there's nothing more to be done. all that's left is a tattered scrap of fabric with weary eyes looking on. she just comes in to check on him.

she gives him the results of the labs on the last heart, how there's nothing to go on, and then she tells him that they will find who that last little girl was. when he asks how, she replies that she doesn't know, "but i do know you."

this is their quest. they will find all of the victims, give the families the answers that mulder so desperately wants for his own. she doesn't know how, she just knows him, and that's enough to believe.

when she tells him to "go on home and get some sleep," all he can do is laugh. after all of the heartache and tension in this episode, how brutally visceral the pain of it all is, it melts away in the incredulousness of her suggestion.

he flashes that smile and hugs her, "thank you" and "i'll be okay" at the same time

and she strokes his hair and stares at the floor.

the grief in being needed. (who would come make sure he's okay if she were gone?). the grief in following ghosts. (there has never been a more brutal reminder that samantha was more than the photo in that frame). the grief in loving someone so encased in pain and loss. (he will not go on home and get some sleep).

there's so much grief in being starbuck, in the end.

5/ how the ghosts stole christmas - "maybe i did wanna be out there with you"

is there any better representation of season 6 than hanging out with a movie after a night of some light murder/suicide plans?

this episode is just the best. and one of the things that makes it so good is that it's comedy is rooted in examination, in bringing mulder and scully's psyches into question and condemnation.

😭😭😭😭

having only christmas eve to keep up their reputation, our titular ghosts, lyda and maurice, are forced to resort to "pop psychology" to fulfill their haunting. they have no idea the gold mine that stumbled into their house this year.

instantly upon meeting, maurice WHACKS mulder, calling him "narcissistic," "overzealous," "self-righteous," and prone to obsessive compulsive antisocialism

a lonely man who considers himself passionate and misunderstood, but chases illusions in order to find warped meaning and significance

meanwhile, in the next room, scully is not safe from disturbance, as lyda calls out her "conflicted yearnings" and delusions of loyalty. the reason why she's "really here"- for the satisfaction of proving her partner wrong.

in the end, mulder and scully escape the house only by realizing that the ghosts don't actually have any power over them. it's all an illusion, it's not real, and lyda and maurice can't hurt them- or make them hurt each other.

but it doesn't stop them from internalizing the messages of their haunted house, and mulder spends christmas alone watching a christmas carol, as the scene opens on him listening to scrooge say the line, "i don't deserve to be so happy."

also unable to shake the events of the night, scully shows up

and asks if any of that was real. if it was just an illusion. which, always knowing when to back down on the need for belief, mulder gives her, agreeing with her that it must have just been in their heads. (folie a deux, she is always more comfortable in shared madness with him than with the world.)

after having been dragged out on christmas eve to look for ghosts, finding them, and then deciding that it was all shared delusion: she repeats back the insecurity that lyda gave her, "not that my only joy in life is proving you wrong."

but after coming inside, she betrays her true insecurity. responding to mulder's "when have you ever proved me wrong?" with "well...why else would you want me out there with you?"

why else would he want to spend christmas eve with her, why else would he want her with him, if not to play her role? if not to offer the "science and rationalism" that he told her, not too long ago, saves him?

"you didn't want to be there? oh, that's...self-righteous and narcissistic of me to say, isn't it?"

god, they are both so slow.

they both consider for a moment, these roles they play. these "subconscious desires" that they mask in their own personal pursuits. how easy it is to turn them against themselves, to expose their uncertainties and weaponize them.

before scully lands on, "no, i mean...maybe i did want to be out there with you.”

and they exchange the christmas presents they totally swore they weren't gonna get each other this year.

maybe they do just want to be out there together.

maybe it's not about grand perceptions of loyalty or meaning. maybe it's not about the parts that they play. maybe it's not about obligation or dependency. maybe they just want to.

#thank you again for the ask #lots of love #asks #kae meta #txf #msr #redux ii #sein und zeit #the erlenmeyer flask #paper hearts #how the ghosts stole christmas

[garlichoisan]

[2:34 am] bad boy!Seonghwa x gn reader

➸ Summary: When the university’s bad boy invited you to his house you were freaking out, since you thought he wanted to take you to his bedroom and you were not ready for that. Little did you know, you’d be building Lego all night.

 ➸ Word count: 649 (officially the shortest work and the first timestamp I’ve ever written but I plan to improve my record as I’m diving deeper into the art of saying much without actually using many words)

➸ Genre: pure fluff  ♥

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“You wanted me to let you into my world, so… This is my hobby,” Seonghwa admitted bashfully, looking down at the ground, afraid that you were going to judge him.

Various Lego pieces were scattered all over his living room table, making it difficult for you to actually see the wood material of the table because of the colourful pieces which were covering it almost fully.

Now that Seonghwa’s bad boy façade was cracking, you were able to see the truly adorable guy underneath. You were so happy he trusted you to that extent and the fact itself made you realize he might actually have feelings for you and he was not just looking for a way to get you in his bed. You doubted he let the girls he hooked up with go to his home in order to see some of his not so cool hobbies; you thought you were the only one who was nerdy enough to accept and appreciate this side of him, the only one who could genuinely be impressed by it.

“I think it’s cute,” you assured him, smiling softly and lifting his chin with your index finger, making him look at you. “You always tease me for being shy, but look who’s being the shy one now…”

At that moment he looked so innocent to you that it was difficult for you to imagine him in the situations he usually found himself in, for example, getting drunk at parties and having his way with girls. He just laughed awkwardly, cautiously removing your fingers from his chin and gently putting your hand next to your body.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’m not only going to think of it as you rejecting me and my feelings, but I’d also be disappointed in the person I had a crush on,” he said quietly, suddenly going into defense mode.

“Don’t worry, Seonghwa, your secret is safe with me,” you used your index finger and your thumb to do a sign of you zipping your mouth, your eyes never leaving his, your playful smile still on your lips, making him smile back at you shyly.

You could see how nervous he was about letting you get to know the real him. Hearing your carefully thought out words, though, Seonghwa felt like he could really relax. He didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t just to gain other people’s approval; and this was unfortunately something he was used to doing way too often. His “friends” weren’t there now to tell him how uncool he looked and call him a nerd or a loser for something as personal as his hobbies. But you were like no one he has ever met before – you were the first person who seemed to be interested in him, the real him, not just his handsome face, hot body and his smug promises of an unforgettable night. That’s why he wanted to take things slow with you and convince you to give him a chance by showing you his true self and allow himself to be vulnerable. He felt you were one of the few real people he has ever encountered and he was not planning on letting you go. He was going all in with you: risking everything, especially his reputation which for some reason was so important to him.

“So where should I put this piece?” You asked with clear interest in your voice, as he helped you find the correct piece to connect this one to.

In that moment you realized you two were just like Lego yourselves: you were two pieces which belonged together. Aside from Lego, that night you were both building your relationship and your trust for each other too. And you were truly looking forward to seeing the final construction you built together, just the two of you.

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[acacia-may]

You asked me, now I asked you, 2, 9 and 22 💘

Thank you so much for the ask, friend, and for playing this writing ask game! I'd be thrilled to answer your ask and share some excerpts with you. 🥰

2. An excerpt of my writing that makes me laugh

I'll admit that I am always so nervous whenever I try to write anything humorous. I feel like I have an odd and often dry sense of humor so I really worry my jokes aren't going to land in my writing. That said, I really love dramatic irony used for comedic effect. For instance this joke from one of my Fairy Tail fics, "The Jam Problem," always makes me laugh:

“There’s nothing wrong with being smitten with Rita and wanting to go on a date, Yuri,” chimed in Mavis with a reassuring smile. “I’d like to go on a date too someday.” She paused and a somewhat dreamy sigh she had not been intending accidentally tumbled out of her mouth as she added, “With Zeref.”   Yuri’s brow furrowed at her, and he turned back to a somewhat concerned Precht and Warrod. “Are we ever going to do something about Mavis’s ‘Zeref Problem’?”  “I think it’s just a phase,” reassured Warrod with a thoughtful nod.  “She’ll probably grow out of it before anything bad happens," Precht agreed.

I also really love situational comedy, cheeky bantering, and snarky one-liners (which might be one of the reasons I love writing Charmy so much). Here's one of my favorite Charmy jokes from my Black Clover fic "Pancakes For Dinner"

“For you, Miss Charmy, I would do anything,” Rill said with a bright beaming smile before taking off to, Charmy was certain, conspicuously watch Finral. “Awww…” teased Vanessa draping her arm around Charmy’s shoulders causing her cheeks to flush a little. “He’s so cute!” “You say that, la,” sighed Charmy. “But he’s never painted a life-sized portrait of you as a ‘food goddess’…”

9. An excerpt of my writing with characters I love

Here's a snippet from one of my favorite fics from my Early Black Bulls series, "A Bird In The Rain" (which I apologize is only on AO3 but I'll still link it). The friendship between young Yami, Gordon, Finral, and Vanessa is one of my favorites in the whole series, and I don't think it's talked about nearly enough.

“I’m back,” declared Finral appearing in a portal beside Yami as the rain began to pour. “Great, now hurry up and get us out of here before we get soaked,” he huffed, but Finral wasn’t even looking at him. Yami’s brow furrowed, and he glared at him in irritation. With eyes that wide and that tint of pink in his cheeks, he knew exactly what—or rather who—Finral was staring at. “You wanna pick your jaw off the ground and get us out of here?” he quipped, but Finral didn’t respond. Yami rolled his eyes. “Damn it, Finral, will you stop staring at the poor girl already?” “She’s so…” Finral almost gasped quietly, but his voice trailed. Yami blustered but finally whipped towards Vanessa to see what all the fuss was about. If he was being honest, even he was rendered a little bit speechless. Vanessa had both arms flung out widely at her sides as if catching the rain that gushed down from the storm clouds above. Though she was getting completely soaked, she had tilted her head all the way back towards the sky, wearing the widest, brightest smile Yami had ever seen in his entire life. Now, he knew of course that Vanessa was a generally cheerful person who smiled more than most, and he had seen her excited over the most random and everyday things before—but he had never seen her this happy. Hell, he wasn’t sure if he had ever seen anyone this happy. There was something almost mesmerizing, almost beautiful, about her joy, and even Yami had to admit it was breathtaking. Vanessa must have sensed that they were all staring at her because she turned towards them and her face turned bright red. She sheepishly shuffled her feet. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I’ve never been caught in the rain before…” Her voice trailed, and something panged in Yami’s chest—a cross between a deep, almost aching sadness and a vindictive desire to rough up the Queen of Witches. “Were you waiting on me?” Vanessa added quickly, almost guiltily. “Uh…um…” Finral choked as his face flushed, but he seemed too awestruck for words—not that Yami could really blame him as he himself was having some trouble formulating a response. Not even Gordon was mumbling. Vanessa’s blush deepened. “And now you’re all soaked…”

22. An excerpt of my writing that is so blissfully self-indulgent

Thank you so much for this!! Please enjoy some Uncle Langris and Dad Finral from my "Birthday Buddies" fic 🥺💖

“Langris?” a voice whispered. His eyes fluttered open. How long had he been asleep? he wondered. “Langris?”  “What?” he mumbled. Groggily, he turned towards his brother who was positively beaming at him with tears of joy in his eyes. “Do you want to meet your nephew?”  This question shook Langris awake as he focused intently on the small bundle in Finral’s arms. Langris’ face softened, and he nodded as Finral handed him the baby and explained with the pride and excitement of new father, “This is Kalon.”  “Hi Kalon,” whispered Langris, trying and failing to keep a serious face as he stared down at his nephew. He looked so small wrapped in his quilt, but he wriggled and squirmed before nestling into Langris’ arms and smiling in his sleep—his button nose wrinkling and his arms stretching out from the blanket as his tiny fingers extended as if he was reaching out for him. Langris held out his own finger to the baby—letting him wrap his little hand around it. “He looks like you,” he whispered, and Finral nodded but smiled with pride, happy tears glistening in his eyes again. “So I’ve been told…” 

I just love when my boys get along with each other, okay? 💚💙

#thank you so much for the ask #writing excerpt ask game #vilandel #to be fair the majority of my writing is self-indulgent I think lol but uncle langris and dad finral is a major indulgence for me #Langris and Kalon actually have the same birthday 😊 which is what that story is about #fairy tail fic snippets #black clover fic snippets #spatial mage brothers

[poppythetoppy]

[F4A][Upperbody & Foot Tickling][Femdom][Light Humiliation][Poppy's Ultimate Lee Fantasy] Your Partners Watching

Too bad sweetie, I'm not going to stop tickling you. I'm loving this far too much, and from the looks of it, so is he.

ITHIS IS AN 18+ BLOG AND THIS IS NOT FOR MINORS

Wakey wakey Poppy... Looks like I've caught you. Don't you look cute all spread out, trapped and tied in my little web of fun here. Hehe, don't look so nervous. It's not like we're alone in here, you and I. Look around... OOH, do you see him now? There he is~ look familiar?? Hahaa! Doesn't he look so sexy standing like that in the X frame, locked over in the corner of the room.

👋 Hiya sweetie, look whose up! 👋

I know he looks a bit sweaty and um a little *EHEM* stiff over there. But thats only because my fingers had been tampering with him until you were ready to stoop up out of that slumber. So I think its somebody else's turn for some attention. And I think ALL eyes are going to be on you this time, hehehe!

So, are you going to try to tug down those outstretched arms as I'm straddling your waist? Te-he, oh oohh!! A bit flinchy when my FINGERS start to prod at those sides. Hahahaha! Mhmm, isn't this fun? That cute laugh of yours echoing off the walls.. Hmm, I think I need to count ribs and check to see if they're all there...

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Oh wait, maybe it should be.. 2.. 4.. 6.. 8.. 10..? How many are there supposed to be, 14? I don't know, I dropped Anatomy class. Better count again, 2.. 4.. 6.. hmm hmmm.. hm hmmhhmm.~ HIP CHECK! Hehe found them, quite ticklish here too! Aww are you blushing already? Oop, looks like his face is red over there too. But thats for a completely different reason isn't it? Still kinda 'standing stiff' over there huh? You like watching me tickle her? You do? I think he does Poppy. Lets give him a show.

I'm just gonna make myself comfortable down here, and put your right foot in a bit of a head lock. Now I want you to do something. I want you to look at him, and I'm going too as well. But I don't want you to look away, no matter how BAD it tickles. Okay? One, two.. HAHAHA, Errrr!! I got your foot!~ Yeah? Hehe. Curling your toes isnt gonna work, nm-hm, not with me. Having my long sharp nails draw along these cute wrinkles. So delicately tracing each and every crevasse on your foot. Look at you two look at each others, who's enjoying this more him or YOU!? Haa!!

Don't break eye contact. Don't break eye contact. Don't bre- *nomnomnom* hehehe, aww can't handle a little toe nibbles? I didn't know you could scream that loud? *nomnomnomnom* Aww-haha, is that too much? Too bad sweetie, I'm not going to stop tickling you. I'm loving this far too much, and from the looks of it, so is he. How does this sound, I'll stop when he goes limp, okay? Hahaha, it might be awhile!

Lets see, is that neck up there ticklish? Now lets migrate up there and see, let my fingers marinate against your collarbone a bit? Mmhm, thats it, giggle for me. I can get a much better look at those tears from up here. I wouldn't take my eyes off of you either if I were him. Are your ears ticklish? Would you rather me tickle there or have me coo at them some more?

Haha, aww alright. Breath breath. I don't want to wear you out so quickly now do I? You lay and rest for a moment, I have him to keep my fingers busy. Oh yoo-hoo~ Boy Toy! Did somebody miss my fingers making them cackle like a little girl? Don't think I've forgotten about you. Those underarms have just been screaming my name since they left havent they? Hahahaha..!

Look at you dance, how precious. Ooh, theres just soo much ticklish skin to ground here. Hmm, I know. I've got a little idea. I think... I need to make a few phone calls. How do you like the sound of watching me and some friends gang tickle your partner while she's all tied up over there? Don't worry, I'll make sure someone's here to play with you too. Think she's listening over there? Haha, I think so, just look at her glistening with excitement.

Don't worry you two, I'll be back with reinforcements. Don't go anywhere!~

So I uh. I have DIED. Holy shit @prettymeredith you are a QUEEN

#tickling #tickle tease #y'all I'm not okay

[consistentlyamess]

We'll see about that - Chapter 2⎮‘Cause you’ve got too many scars to hide

[4.8K] who?me?getting carried away? never!

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, storm, pnaic attackish happening, mentions of blood and injuries, slowburn, flashbacks in italics, i changed a tiny thing compared to the sneak peek but i think it's better this way, sorry and lmk if i missed anything!!

A/N: HI HELLO!! thank you for your patience and all, it did take a lot longer to churn this chapter out that I expected but here we are!! comments, like reblogs are apprciated as always or just come chat at me! And as always 💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!!💜💜💜 Fic Masterlist Previous Chapter I Next Chapter Coming Soon

‘You sure you have everything?’ Laura asked with a worried look in her eyes. 

‘Yeah, I think so. Wasn’t much to begin with really.’ You tried to laugh it off but it came a little broken. A little less careless than you would’ve liked. 

‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more.’ Laura almost whispered and gave your upper arm a light squeeze. She tried to be encouraging but it was more along the lines of ‘I’m sorry’. 

‘You did way more than you ever signed up for Lore. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even be here right now.’ 

‘I just-‘ She tried to finish but couldn’t. She just shook her head instead and searched your face a little.

‘How’s your nose?’ She touched the gauze for a second. 

‘I’ll be fine Lore. It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore. The doctor said I won’t even be able to see it in a couple of months. The stitches in my eyebrows might show a little. But you’ll have to be really closely. It’s all gonna be fine. I promise.’

She nodded hurriedly, fervently. Willing your words to be true. 

‘You’ll call me when you get there?’ 

‘Of course! And I’ll write and maybe you can come to Hawkins sometime.’ You smiled whistfully. Maybe someday. 

‘Okay. Are we completely sure that the old car is taken care of?’ 

‘Hundred percent, yes. The plate is gone and it was sold like two states away.’ She said a lot more confidently. That they could take care of. The least they could do, she felt like

You took a deep breath.

‘Okay.’

‘Okay.’ 

You hugged each other and suddenly it did feel a lot more like saying goodbye. You cried in the past few weeks. A lot. But it was mostly out of frustration. Maybe anger. The sadness of it all you tried to keep hidden, even from yourself. It was too much to bear all at once. You had to keep going and if you let yourself consider the full weight of it all, it might crush you and the hole thing would fall apart. You couldn’t let that happen. For Laura. For your mom. For yourself. You kept it together though, the roared up, you watched Laura disappear in the rearview mirror and your were off. You drove about ten minutes before you had to pull over and cry for a good five minutes, uninterrupted because the tears just kept blurring your vision. This was it. You did it. You got out. 

——

Fall arrived with full force in Hawkins in the middle of September. Leaves started ruffling slightly more dryly in the trees, the sun became less punishing, nights started to feel a lot more cozy with a cup of tea in your hand. 

You did meet Miss Kelly in the end. As well as the other teachers. Well, the remaining ones. You never really had difficulty with creating connections. You were nice and open to people. You had a good sense of humor and way of putting people at ease fairly quickly. One of the reasons you thought Robin gravitated towards you. The teachers of Hawkins Elementary? Not so much. You, yourself were a little bit rusty. You became a tad more guarded and careful but that was nothing compared to them. They avoided eye contact, dodged every invitation and initiation of conversation. The children were a lot similar. The reward stickers didn’t work, you scaresly got a chuckle or a smile when you made jokes or tried to ease conversation. They came in, they did the work and that was it.

In this environment it didn’t take long for an uneasy feeling of impending doom to set in the pit of your stomach. It was unsettling to say the least. With work kicking in and trying to crack the code to the good graces of your students or at least easing their worries a little you didn’t really have time to hangout with the crew. You shared a coffee with Nancy here and there and you really cherished those mornings. You totally got what Steve saw in her. She was smart and kind and made you feel welcome. But under the demiour exterior she still had a kick to her. Some fire and fierceness that made you quite sure that she could kick anybody’s ass if she wanted to. Will slowly became a regular after classes to hangout, talk about art and get some tips as well. You felt a lingering sadness in him that you were all too familiar with. But you could also feel how he softened up after being shown kindness. It broke your heart a little bit but you were happy to provide those moments of serenity. A little relief feels like a lot at certain times. Jonathan usually picked him up and you chatted sometimes. You felt a kinship with that you couldn’t really place, until it was made clear that their father was also an asshole and he, just like you, was somewhat of a weird kid in high school. Everytime the topic of Nancy came up however, he immediately became more guarded and tried to avoid the subject as much as possible. You were extremely curious but didn’t want to push him. 

—-

The third hiccup happens when you and Robin are arguing about a movie at Family video. 

‘What? No fucking way, there’s nobody who’s hotter that Pheobe Cates!’

‘Thank you!’ You hear Steve shouting out from in between the rows. Robin gives you a ‘see?’ look. 

‘Okay, not the best company, but I do stand by it. Phoebe Cates and maybe Molly Ringwald.’ 

‘Are you sure you’re straight?’ Robin asks you with a playful tilt in her head. You don’t have a chance to answer because the whole store shakes. It’s an earthquake. You heard about them but never experienced one. Your balance is thrown off, some tapes hit the ground but the shelves stay and for a second you’re not sure if it’s really happening. Robin then disappears behind the counter, Steve calls out and from 83 you to 92 percent certainty that it’s real. Robin emerges, Steve gets back and a blind man wouldn’t miss the look they share. 

‘Peach’ Steve comes up behind you. ‘ You okay?’ He asks. He’s holding your elbow and at this point you’re not entirely sure where the disorientation is coming from. He squeezes a little harder. ‘Hey, everything’s alright, we’re all good.’

‘What was that?’ You ask in a voice that’s a little weaker that you’d like it to be. 

‘It was an earthquake, they happen here sometimes, we’re all good, but I’m gonna need you to go home now, okay?’ 

‘But-’ 

‘No! Sorry, but no.’ you can feel the way he softens from one second to the other. ‘No, I need you to go home. We know how to handle this, we’ll check in tomorrow and everything will be fine, but you have to go home. Please.’ He’s pleading and the honey brown eyes have their charm whether you’re willing to admit or not. You tell yourself that he’s right. That you’re gonna be safer at home.

So you go. While you’re driving home a storm breaks out. And not just any storm. It was properly raging. Lighting after lightning came down from the sky and the thunders were just sort of blending into each other. You fucking hated storms. The wind was howling and the second you got into the apartment, you cowered away into the corner of your living room. How did it get so bad, so quickly? How was this even possible? Was this the curse everybody was talking about? Catching yourself in the whirlpool of your thoughts, you gripped your knees tighter to your chest. What a fucking pathetic sight, you thought to yourself. It’s just a fucking storm and you’re crouching in the corner like a frightened puppy. Look at yourself, and you think, you can take care of yourself. Adorable. It made your skin crawl because it was him talking. It was his words, his voice, even without him you had him in your head. Grabbing at the sides of your head you tried to stop it. Tried to physically squeeze the thoughts out. But it didn’t work. Turning the TV on also didn’t help much. Your breath quickened, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and the tears started flowing down your face. You don’t have a sense of time anymore. It might have been a few minutes, it might have been hours. You don’t even have it in you to glance at your watch. 

‘Nonononono’ you practically whined. ‘No, please, stop it. Just stop it please.’ The storm, this feeling, the fear, all of it. You couldn’t drown it out and it made you feel paralyzed but also clenching all your muscles at the same time. Laura told you that her therapist suggested a check-in with herself about every 30 minutes to unclench her jaw. She told you it really helped her. You tried. You really did. But you couldn’t tell your jaw from your shoulders anymore and nothing worked. 

Another shock came to your system when there was a knock at the door. Everything became even more blurred around you and you thought you might throw up. You wanted to go get the gun but you couldn’t move.

‘Go away!’ It was a guttural scream. It came from somewhere deep and instinctual that has been secluded for so long. You were sobbing at this point and then you heard it. Through everything, you still heard it. 

‘Peach?! Is that you? It’s Steve. Are you hurt? Can you open the door?’

Steve. It clicks in your brain and you could swear your heart stopped the same second the thunder and lightning miss a beat. Everything is quiet just in that second and you feel like the world changes settings just for you. Like a personal little raining cloud fizzles, disappears and a warm light appears above your head that starts to melt your frozen limbs and fried out nerve endings. Your movements are still rigid but you feel your fingers twitch.

‘Steve-‘ You whisper in front of yourself and lean forward. He knocks again and you call out a little louder this time. Shedding your blanket, your body starts cooperating. Just keep crawling toward the warm voice. Still, by the time you make it to the door, he’s saying he will break it down if he has to and is not leaving until he sees you. 

The door opens up and he’s standing there, relief washing over him when he lays eyes on you, just to quickly be replaced by concern again. 

‘Hey, what happened, ‘re you okay?’ He wants to hold you so bad but for now is satisfied with finding your fingers in the dark and touching them. You nod, as best as you can, which admittedly is not very good. 

‘W-why didn’t you ca-call?’ You ask just to regret it with the next breath because your throat and voice are wrecked from the sobbing. 

‘Phone lines are out. I also didn’t want to spook you. The last time you got a phone call, you acted a little funny...’ He gets it out in one breath, rushing through the sentence. ‘What happened, did you get hurt?’ He looked you over, searching for something. Teared fabric, blood, something. You put your hands on his shoulder in an attempt to calm or at least slow him down and it only registers properly then that he’s fully drenched.

‘Shit, you’re completely soaked through! Come in, let’s get you dry.’ You’re still unsure of your movements but you usher him in, despite his muffled and somewhat weak protests. He wanted to stay but unlike you he did have some teared fabric and blood on him that you were yet to notice. He didn’t want you to see that but he did crave some comfort after watching Nancy holding Jonathan’s hand while Robin patched him up. He was selfish, he knew that. He tried to tell himself that it has to mean something that after his arm was bitten by a demobat his first thought was to check on you on his way home. He just wanted to see your house, maybe some lights, possibly you moving in front of a window. But he couldn’t see anything other than the flickering of the TV and after the night he didn’t take it as a good sign. Or just really wanted to see you. He thinks both might be possible, even if the letter might make him a little creepy. 

You lead him to the bathroom, the new purpose giving a little stillness to your limbs and voice. 

‘I can put your clothes in the drier for a quick round and get you something to change into. The guy who lived here left some st- Jesus fucking Christ what the hell happened to you?’ the moment you turned on the light you saw it. The cuts, the bruises, the blood, some dried, some fresh. 

‘You should see the other guy’ he tried to give you a cheeky smile but you could tell he was hurting. 

‘Did you get into a fight? Who did this?’

‘Yeah, something like that. But I’m gonna be fine, I promise, I’ve had much worse. Ask anyone, Dustin we’ll gladly tell you about every single time I got my ass handed to me.’ His face is hurting, he’s cold but all he can think about at this moment is that he hates you’re worrying about him. He hates the way your eyebrows crease together as you try to assess the damage he’s taken. He hates the way your hands hesitate to reach out. You clearly had a rough night yourself and he hates he’s making it worse. You open your mouth like you’re gonna say something but it closes again.

‘Okay’ you say finally. ‘Sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit.’ 

He’s dumbfounded for a moment but ultimately glad you’re not asking questions. He’s agitated, he’s scared, he’s alone and he doesn’t trust himself with keeping a secret now. If you start asking it might all just spill out from him which he desperately wants to avoid. You can’t get anywhere near this. Well, not any nearer. 

You come back with hands full of stuff - dry clothes hanging off of your arm, a glass of water in your hand, the first aid kit in the other. 

‘Here’ you start by handing him the water. After laying the clothes on the side of the tub, you hand him an aspirin. ‘This’ll take care of the pain for now. You can take a shower if you want to, then I’ll disinfect your wounds, get some bandages and if you get a good night’s sleep, you’ll be better by tomorrow.’ You spoke so softly, he immediately calmed down and for a moment even forgot that he just barged in on you, on your weekend no less. He forgot to look away for a second though and his eyes started searching yours. Your face was puffy, your eyes were red and there were some sniffles here and there.

‘Were you crying before I got here?’ 

‘Thank you usually works in this situation.’

‘Shit, I’m sorry, I am very thankful but I came here in the first place to make sure you were okay and as far as I can tell, you’re not.’ 

‘I- It’s just… I fucking hate storms.’ Your arms come up, wrapping around yourself. Not being able to hold his gaze you glance down to the tiles and take a deep breath. ‘I’ll be fine, I just want it to be over.’ You start moving for the first aid kit. ‘But you’re a pretty good distraction, so let’s get you cleaned up, shell we?’ You leave him to change and when you go back he’s sitting on the top of the closed toilet waiting for you. You’re meticulous but soft, determined but attentive and the way you balance the disinfectant, the cotton pads is almost hypnotic to him. In return the sense of purpose anchors you and you’re able to tune out almost everything that’s not connected to helping Steve. When you get to a particularly nasty cut above his eyebrow, he hisses. 

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m almost done.’

‘No, you’re okay, this is what you’re supposed to do, right?’ He quotes you back to you and even as his eyes are shut tight you can tell that his face is about an inch away from slipping into a smug grin. He makes you chuckle and he swears it’s a better painkiller than the actual pill you gave him. 

‘Okay, there are a couple of pretty deep cuts here. I’m gonna need you to hold still. Hold onto something and tell me about a good memory.’ 

‘A good memory?’ 

‘Yeah. I learned it with kids. When I have to tend to them, making them talk keeps their mind occupied and lets me apply the disinfectant or put a bandaid on.’ 

‘Huh, that’s smart’ he looks up at you with a goofy grin and sparkling eyes and you have to clear your throat to remind yourself what you were doing. 

‘So, good memory. You have anything?’ 

‘Yeah, sorry, yeah, I got it. Do your worst.’ 

‘Alright, start talking, pretty boy.’ The nickname slips out so effortlessly, you almost don’t notice it. The way his lips part a little and the tip of his ears run pink clues you in that you did indeed say it out loud and he did hear you. 

‘Uhm, yeah, I, uh, the first thing that came to mind was the day I got my car. And before you roll your eyes, I know how it sounds and for a long time it was like that. Being the only 17 year old who was driving around in a brand new BMW instead of a banged up used car my parents passed down was pretty sweet. It was a guilt present from my dad because he forgot my birthday that year.’ A peng of pain hits your heart. He doesn’t sound very hurt now but you can imagine it wasn’t always like this. ‘I could drive my friends and girls around and it did feel like a sanctuary sometimes. Then those friends turned out to be not very good people, the girls turned out to be more interested in the car and pool in the backyard than me and shit happened and I got my heart broken and then I started driving this little shithead around and the car didn’t change and I basically still just drive people around but those people happen to really like me, for god knows why, and it got us out of some deep shit and I’m actually afraid of the day when it breaks down finally or I have to sell it or anything because half of my goddamn life is in that car.’ You pull away as he finishes his story and let his hair fall back to his forehead. You move back for a second to wipe a stray lock away from his eyes and then lean back to the sink. Your voice is barely above whisper as you speak again. 

‘You’re all done.’ He touches his face carefully and you watch him with soft eyes. ‘Thank you for telling me that. Technically it wasn’t one memory but I’ll let it slide for now.’ 

His smiles. 

‘What about you?’ 

‘What about me?’ You ask, tilting your head, crossing your arms. 

‘A good memory. I just laid my heart out for you, it would make me feel better if I wasn’t the only one.’ 

‘Okay, first of all, you told a semi-moving story about how much you love your car, ‘laying your heart out’ is a tad dramatic.’ You start packing the stuff you spread around the bathroom. ‘Second of all, I don’t need to be cleaned up or distracted, so maybe next time.’ 

‘Well, that’s not fair! C’mon, just one, just a tiny little story.’ 

‘God, you’re unbearable!’ You roll your eyes playfully. ‘This wasn’t part of the agreement and-’ You don’t get to finish the sentence because there’s a particularly loud crash, thunder and lightning coming down with a real fury. You jump with a gasp bumping your knee on the side of the tub. 

‘Fuck’ 

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ Steve calls, coming up behind you. ‘You’re okay, it’s okay, it’s just a storm.’ He turns you to face him so he can find your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth but he needs you to believe that it’s just a storm. You’re too smart and stubborn for your own good. He can’t slip. 

‘I just really fucking hate storms.’ You say as you lay your forehead on his shoulder.

‘Yeah, I got that.’ He’s careful, he holds you so lightly because he’s scared you’re gonna come to your senses and pull away before he can properly figure out which floral scent is coming from your hair and which one is your perfume and can properly memorize the little baby hair on the nape of your neck or imagine how it would feel to be tickled by them in the morning. 

‘Just breath, I’m here. And maybe if you need some distraction, you could tell me about that good memory, now?’ 

You don’t look up, but you chuckle a little. 

‘Well, when I was a little girl there was this treehouse in the neighbor's yard. I was so jealous of it, I wanted it to have one so badly, or just go up in it, just once. But the house was mostly vacant and I got caught by my mom one time when I was trying to climb the fence, so I just stared at it and wished that someday, maybe I could play in it.’ 

Your voice was a little muffled because you were talking at the bathroom tiles but Steve was listening intently. He pictured you with a petulant little pout, sitting in a garden, burning holes in the treehouse with your eyes. It made him smile.

‘And then one day, out of nowhere, a family moved in. They had a daughter, Lilly, and she just invited me over one day when she saw me in the garden. We played and talked and given it’s not that hard to make friends when you’re eight, we did become inseparable almost instantly. I had such a good time, I almost forgot about the treehouse. I would’ve been happy to just spend the whole afternoon curled up in the grass, talking but then she said she wanted to show me her treehouse and I nearly started crying, I was so excited. We went up and it was everything I wanted and more. I think that was the highest I’ve ever been at that point, I could see the whole neighborhood and it felt like nothing could touch me there.’

‘We spent so much time there. It became like a sanctuary too. We went there when we got our first crushes, when she got yelled at, when we wanted to feel safe. On some summer nights we even slept out there and I think those were the best nights of my life.’ 

During your story Steve was stroking your arm up and down, soothing you, saying with every touch ‘I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be your new treehouse, all you have to do is ask me’. 

‘Technically that wasn’t one memory either but I liked it, so I’m gonna let you get away with it.’ He squeezes your arm one last time and lets go slowly, trying to get you to look up at him. 

‘The storm passed I think. It’s just the rain now.’ 

‘Is it gonna come back?’ 

‘I’m not sure. Maybe. Hawkins has some weird weather sometimes.’ 

‘Hawkins seems to have weird everything sometimes.’ 

‘Yeah, that’s fair.’

With the weather getting back to something you can handle and the house quiet with the dim lights of the bathroom it starts hitting you how close the two of you are standing and how this whole thing has been very, well, for lack of a better word, cozy. Even if it was only the instinct to help someone, he quite literally saved your night. Maybe even you. You’re wondering why exactly he came here in the first place and you find some kind of answer in the way he's looking at you, the way he stayed with you in the storm. It’s the same need to take care of people. It’s the driving the little shitheads around even though they really are shitheads, it’s the trying to distract someone from pain and hurt by making them think about something nice, something happy, it’s the holding a burned hand under cold water and it’s the swiping a lock of hair away so it doesn’t land in their eyes. It’s not something that just leaves you. Heartbreaks and grief can suppress it for a while but the world has a funny way of bringing it out again in the most unexpected moments. Like in a tiny, poorly lit bathroom during a storm from hell, trying to wipe the blood from the cheekbones of the prettiest boy. You inhale sharply because your insistence to keep your distance might be wavering and you know it’s a bad idea. Steve’s still into Nancy, Nancy’s with Jonathan, Jonathan is acting weird, well, everyone’s acting weird. But you keep looking at each other and you’re almost a hundred percent sure, he has similar thoughts running through his mind. 

‘I uh, I should go, I think, I don’t want to bother you anymore.’ He starts talking finally, running a hand down the back of his neck.

‘You weren’t bothering me. If it wasn’t for you I would still be curled up in the corner of my living room.’

‘I can, you know, I can stay too. In a completely non-creepy way. I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I’ll gladly keep on distracting all night if needed.’ 

You don’t miss the slight double-entendre painting the words and you raise an eyebrow. 

‘In a non-creepy way, huh?’ He gets flustered when he fully understands what you mean and what he just said. He’s about to start protesting but his nerves prevent him from being quick on his feet. You save him, mercifully. 

‘I know what you mean, relax. And thank you, it’s very knight in shining armor of you but I’ll be okay now. You should go home, take a hot shower, drink some tea and get into bed. I’ll throw your clothes in the drier and get them back to you.’ 

‘Alright, yeah, you’re right. Thank you for taking care of me, Peach. You’re a lot better at this than I am or god forbid Robin.’ 

‘It’s alright. Thank you for distracting me, Harrington!’ 

‘Back to second names? Really? After all we’ve been through in the last like two hours?’ 

‘I mean, I gotta be careful. Can’t call you everytime there’s a storm, now can I? Gotta keep it professional.’ 

‘You can. You can call me in every storm. You can call me without a storm too, I left my number for a reason.’ You wince a little. 

‘Yeah, sorry I haven’t called, I guess. I’ve just been so busy with school and everything.’ You couldn’t let him know that you tried. You tried so many times but chickened out at the last second every single time. 

‘It’s okay. I can wait. You know where to find me.’ 

He starts walking towards the door and you follow him out. You fall back into silence again, listening to the rain on the roof and the remains of the wind quietly howling outside. 

‘Most of the bandages will last like a week I think but you should change the one above your eyebrow and the one on your left cheek sometime tomorrow.’ 

‘Thanks Doc. And seriously, call me if you need anything.’ 

‘Okay.’ You whisper with a soft smile. 

‘Good night, sweetheart. Get some sleep.’ He says as he comes close to you. He hesitates for a minute and then presses a barely there kiss to your hairline. 

‘Good night’ you whisper back. 

You clock the slight pause after he gets in the car and you watch as the maroon BMW leave. You wonder if this is going to be one of those moments you regret, wishing you could say what you wanted to say, wishing you could just ask him to stay or one of those moments you’ll see as dodging a bullet, wishing you could see everything in that moment.

#steve harrington fic #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington slowburn #robin buckley #robin stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #nancy wheeler #nancy stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan stranger things #argyle stranger things #we'll see about that #WSAT #WSAT fic

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Comfortable

"Kento Yamazaki"

Kento: Do I really have to go to this dinner?

Y/n: Yes.

Kento: Why?

Y/n: Why? Kento, you know my parents adore you, and and my grandparents always ask to see you. They love you.

Kento: Last time your grandmother, got a little handsy when we danced together.

Y/n: Yes...well, grandma Yukana isn't coming this evening. Please.

Kento: Ugh...if you weren't my best friend, I wouldn't have done this for you at all.

Y/n: And I promise, next favor is on me. You smiled, brightly as you hugged him tight.

Later that night you were at the dinner with your family, enjoying all the food the drinks and the chatter all around when you saw Kento playing with the kids. You couldn't help but smile, as he picked them up turtling them around and making airplain noises. Watching your nieces and nephews fight over him, made you jump to the opportunity to save him from those little energy balls.

Y/n: Sorry everyone, but this is my favorite song. Mind if I borrow big brother Kento, for a dance?

Shaking their heads the kids giggled, as they ran off leaving you to take Kento hand and leading him to the dance floor. Placing his hand on your waist, and the other taking your hand in his you both started slow dancing making the little girls chant "go big brother Kento" and running off again.

Y/n: The kids love you.

Kento: They always do. Guess, I just got the magic touch.

Y/n: Guess, you do. And might I add, that your not a bad dancer either. You replied, as your hand moved towards his neck/shoulder in the back. I really picked a good, plus one this time.

Kento: You always bring me to these outings.

Y/n: True. It's because I always get a plus one invitation, and if I don't bring anyone my family always ask nosy questions.

Kento: So, you only bring me along so they won't as nosy questions?

Y/n: What? No. There are reason I bring you.

Kento: Mind sharing them with me?

Y/n: Fine. 1...i don't have a boyfriend, 2...i don't like coming to these things alone, and lastly 3...i'd rather have best friend with me than any stupid guy.

Kento: So, what your saying is that you'd rather have me here with you then another guy that could possibly turn your boyfriend?

Y/n: Yes.

Kento: Why? You shouldn't run from the opportunity to bring a guy.

Y/n: Okay, you have a point but it's fun having you here with me everytime. Your my plus one, my bestie and it would be horrible to loose you.

Kento: Fine. You win...for now.

Y/f/n: Sorry, to interrupt your dance. Sweetheart, are you and Kento staying for the weekend? You father asked, as you both still held hands.

Y/n: Um-

Kento: Yes, Sir.

Y/f/n: Oh...we only have one room left, looks like you both will have to share it.

Y/n: Dad-

Y/f/n: No excuses. You and Kento, are best friends...i trust him and I trust you. You father said, walking away and leaving you both confused.

Y/n: That was weird.

Kento: Ha...ha...ha...that...he thought-

Y/n: Kento. You said, as you placed your hand over his mouth shutting him up. Please, don't...just now somebody hears.

Kento: Hears what? Kento asked, as he gently removed your hand from his mouth.

Y/n: Hear what we have to share a room...and whatever my dad said about trusting us. I'm just worried someone might think something inappropriate.

Kento: Inappropriate? Really, the two of us are not going to do that, trust me...ew.

Y/n: Ew? Do you really think, having sex with me would be that bad? You asked, moving in closer to him on the bed in a cute pajama outfit. As he laughed at your cute ways.

Kento: Well...that's not what I meant, any guy would be lucky to have you and do that with you. He said, clearing his throat.

Y/n: I don't want any other guy...i want...you. You said, moving closer to him and taking his phone from his hand and placing it on the nightstand.

Kento: Come on y/n, this isn't funny. He said, as you threw your legs over him so that it was on either side.

Y/n: Who says I'm joking. You replied, running your hands through his hair.

Kento: Y/n, I'm not playing this game. He spoke, as he picked you up and placed you down beside him. I got a vacation from acting, and now your doing this...this isn't funny. I...i think I should go stay at a hotel for the night.

Before he could leave the room, you ran to the door and locked it fast sta ding in his way.

Y/n: Contrary to your believes Kento, this isn't a joke. I meant what I said. You spoke, as you ran your hand up his chest. And...i want my first time to be with the man I've admired, for so long that I just pretended that being friends was fine. But I want more, much more. You whispered, in a sexy tone as you pushed him towards the bed.

Kento: Y/n...i don't think-

Y/n: Don't think. You said, as you hovered above him. What do you want? You asked, as you kissed his jawline making him tense at your touch.

Kento: I...i don't know what I want.

Y/n: Well...how about this. Until we both are on the same page of what we want, we could be friends with benefits. What do you say? How does that sound? You asked, sitting on his legs and biting your bottom lip.

Kento: Friends with benefits, until I know what I want?

Y/n: Yes.

Kento: So, that means we...we have sex and do other things together without there being any links? Just have fun, with one another?

Y/n: Yes. Unless...you don't feel up for it-aghh

Kento: Then let's have some fun. Kento said, as he started kissing your neck.

His lips were soft, and made you feel warm by his touch. Kento licked your neck as he moved down, going towards your clivage and lower until he removed your shirt. Looking down at you, he couldn't help himself as he locked your lips with his. Pulling you up onto his lap, you wrapped your legs around his waist as your hands ran through his hair slightly pulling at them.

Kento: Mm...mmm. Y/n?

Y/n: Yes? You asked, as you kissed his neck after removing his shirt.

Kento: Do...do you concent?

Y/n: Do I concent? You asked, as you pulled away looking into his beautiful dark eyes.

Kento: Yes. I don't want to make you feel as though I'm pressuring you.

Y/n: Seeing as it was my idea, I thought the concent part was part of it.

Kento: I mean it y/n, yes or no.

Y/n: Yes. You replied, fast as you started to loosen his laces on his pants. Do you concent?

Kento: I...most definitely...concent. He spoke, between breaths as you were busy running your hands up and down his abs.

Lowering yourself, you kissed his abs and stood to your feet as you removed your pants and his revealing you both to be in your underwear in front one another. You hand dark black lace underwear on, which send him to the edge. Smiling you, jumped on the bed and took his hands in your as you placed them on your bums. Shaking his head he shifted gears so that he was on top, and he pampered you with kisses making you giggle.

After a short while of kissing and enjoying one anothers touch, Kento removed your bra and underwear bottoms and his. Completely naked to one another Kento kissed you again, getting you ready as he pussed himself inside you. Gripping his back, your nails dug into his back making him grunt.

With every push inside of you, you felt a feeling unlike anything you've ever felt before. The feeling of warmth, love, and more. This was absolutely incredible, and you were extremely glad you chose to do this with Kento. The man you adored, the man you wanted to do this with for a while and now it's coming true. After a few more thrusts you both came together and Kento rolled off of you and walked to the bathroom that was connected to your room with a warm wet cloth.

Frowning you didn't know what he'd do with that, until he cleaned you up making you kiss his lip when he was done.

Kento: That was incredible. Kento said, as he laid on his back pulling you to lay on his chest.

Y/n: It was. K...kento?

Kento: Yes.

Y/n: I need to tell you something.

Kento: Go ahead.

Y/n: About...our deal-

Kento: You don't want to do it?

Y/n: What? No, I do. You replied as you sat up, turning to look at him. I...i...this was my first time.

Kento: WHAT!

Y/n: Kento, Shhh, people might hear.

Kento: Might hear? If they didn't hear us when we were busy having sex, they might as well hear us fighting.

Y/n: Kento-

Kento: Why didn't you tell me?

Y/n: Kento, I was-

Kento: I could've made it more special.

Y/n: Kento, my first time with you was special. I did have a special time. You said, you kissed him. I enjoyed every moment.

Kento: Next time...please, tell me the truth before we do something.

Y/n: Understood. How about we enjoy our evening together, seeing as the door is locked we can have as much fun as we want.

Kento: You want to have more fun?

Y/n: As much fun, as you can give me. You replied, sitting on his lap.

Leaning in you kissed his shoulder, and gently moved towards his chest as you pushed him down. As Kento was lying down, you kissed your way up his chest making him moan, when you started sucking on his neck.

Kento: Y/n...ahh...w-

Y/n: Shh. Just enjoy every moment. Enjoy, every thing I'm going to make you feel right now. You smiled, as you kissed his lips.

Time skip

It was the next morning, Kento gently moved as he watched you sleeping. Your back was turned towards him, and all he could do was watch your bare back as he bit his lip. Pulling you towards him, Kento shifted so that he was now laying on his back and with you on his chest.

Kento: Morning. He spoke softly, as he took your hand in his and kissed it.

Y/n: Morning. You replied, and kissed his chest. Ugh...what time is it? You wondered, as you stretched.

Kento: It's 7:30 am. Do you still want to stay in bed for a while, or do you want to go get breakfast? He asked, as he ran his fingers up and down your arm.

Y/n: Mmm...how about, we take a shower together?

Kento: We can't. Your parents are waiting downstairs for us, to join them for breakfast. He said, getting up and pulling up his sweatpants. Come on, get dressed.

Y/n: Do you mind turning around, for a second?

Kento: Turn around? Really, y/n? I saw you naked last night, I saw every inch of your body and your asking me to turn around?

Y/n: Well, we had a dimly lit room and I was laying g down on the bed...i just...i don't want you thinking that I might be...

Kento: Might be what?

Y/n: That I might be ugly.

Kento: You, ugly? Never. Last night, I experienced the best night of my life. You were beautiful, and you still are beautiful. He said, as he sat on the bed taking your hands in his. Now, how about you get dressed, and we go eat breakfast and later we go and explore the town a bit.

Y/n: Okay. But, I can't get dress unless you kiss me. You said, with a smile on your face.

Kento: Deal. He replied, as he kissed you passionately.

After getting dressed, you saw Kento sitting on the bed waiting for you and you couldn't help yourself but run towards him and jump on his lap while kissing him.

Kento: Mmm...y/n, we shouldn't-ahh-

You cut him off, as you placed your hand gently down his sweatpants.

Y/n: How about a quickie?

Kento: A...as...much as I'd like t...to...we...ahh...we should g...go down...stairs. He said, removing your hand from his pants.

Y/n: Fine. You replied, pouting.

Kento: Could we by any chance, have sex when we get back home? I don't feel comfortable having it here.

Y/n: So, last night wasn't comfortable for you? You asked, as your hands played with his hair.

Kento: No...it was amazing, very comfortable. I just think it'll be better, if we don't do it around any family members or friends.

Y/n: So, more private?

Kento: More private. Besides, I'd love to have you all to myself at the cabin this weekend.

Y/n: The cabin, in the woods?

Kento: Would you like that? He asked as he kissed your neck.

Y/n: Mm...very much. Now, let's get some breakfast...the sooner we leave the sooner we get to have some fun. You giggled, winking at him.

#Kento Yamazaki imagines

[fatbiatchforever]

Out of time (Pt.2)

I'm sorry if this one sucks.

"Y/N?"

You looked away from your lunch, "Hm?"

"Pushing the food around won't make it disappear." 

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not hungry."

Your friend got up from the table, "Absolutely not."

You huffed and rest your head on your palm. At least your head wasn't throbbing.

When did it all start? And why? How did I not see it? Was I the only one who thought we were happy?

"We can get ice cream if you finish it."

"Dude, I'm not four."

"Fine. I thought it would cheer you up."

"I mean, it would."

She turned and leaned against the counter, "How are you though?"

You shrugged, "Fine."

"You can talk to me."

"I know. But there's nothing to say. We're done and that's the end."

She sighed, "We both know it's not that simple. You love him."

The pressure in your chest increased and your eyesight got blurry.

"I know how you feel about him Y/N. Whatever happened yesterday, maybe talking about it would help you-"

"He said he wasn't happy."

Your friend paused, "What?"

You raised your voice, "He said he wasn't happy. No, he said he doesn't think he would be happy. WITH ME." 

Every tear that welled up in your eyes, escaped. You closed your eyes to focus on your breathing. You heard the floor scraping beside you. 

"Y/N,"

"All I ever want is for him to be happy."

"I know."

"And I'm the reason he's not."

"I don't-"

"We're done."

Before she could say anything else, you looked at her, "I don't think I can talk about it. Please."

She gave you a understanding nod and hugged you, "I love you."

You nod, "Good because this shirt is covered in my snot at this point."

She laughed, "I don't think your shirt is doing any better."

"A relationship and a shirt. The best day I've had in a while."

She pulled back and looked at you, "You don't want to talk about it but you're ready to make jokes?"

"Everyone grieves in their own way. Let me be!"

"Okay, sorry. To make the day even better, I'm going to order ice cream."

You got up to get a tissue, "Caramel pecan?"

"Whatever you want kid."

"Damn. I might get used to this treatment."

****

Both of you ran across the flat to get ready for the best pity party ever. A list of movies, ice cream on the way, shit load of booze on the coffee table, and two of your other friends on the way. 

You were setting the lights up, while your friend played the overbearing mother,

"At any point you need a breather, tell me. We can go outside and just chill."

"I'll be fine. If I need something, you're the first person to hear about it."

The knock on the door pulls you away from the little strand of cable that refused to cooperate with you.

"Good. And stop fussing over the fairy lights, they look perfect."

You stand up and walk back to get the final view, "You're such a mo-"

"Bucky!" 

You turned the other way to find your friend griping the door so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. 

Fuck!!!!!

"Hi. Is Y/N here?"

"Is Y/N here?" She asked, which for sure wasn't a rhetorical question. It was directed at you since she literally looked directly at you.

You violently shook your head.

"Nope. She's not here." Her awkward laughs for sure wasn't helping her case.

"Oh okay."

You couldn't see Bucky, so you stared at your best friend to assess his reaction.

"Listen, I know I heard her when you opened the door. If she doesn't want to talk to me, that's fine. I just need to know she's safe."

You scoff. And by the sudden turn of your friends head, it was audible.

You smacked your head and walked towards the door. 

You left a shaky breath before you walked beside your friend and saw what made the pit in your stomach grow.

You didn't know what to say.

"Hey! Fancy seeing you here, after you told me you're not happy with me and ended our relationship."

No, you didn't say that.

Instead, you stood there. Stood there looking at the man who broke your heart. Who you trusted it with. Who you loved like you never thought you could. Who's disheveled look only made you worry more for him.

"I'm going to give you two space." She moves closer to you, "I'll be in the kitchen. Call me if you need me."

You gave her a small smile before returning your gaze back. He was definitely awake the whole night. Not that you cared, obviously.

"I'll text you before I come back to get my things. I might need a few days."

"I'm not here for that. You're moving out?" The last part was almost a whisper.

"I'm not going to live with my ex. So yeah, I'm moving out."

You noticed how his face changed when you uttered 'ex'. How he looked hurt by it. It pissed you off. Why is he acting like he's hurt when he was the one to break it off?

"Why are you here?"

"I needed to-"

"Bucky."

Both of you turned to the source.

"Hey."

They walked past Bucky and hugged you, "You good?"

"Yessir."

"Do you want him here?" One of them asked.

"We're just talking. Get in, I'll be back in five."

He looked back at Bucky, "Five. I'm coming out other wise."

You walked outside the flat to a side, with Bucky behind you.

You sighed when the door closed, "Continue."

Bucky, his signature move, shoved his hands in his pocket, "I needed to see you."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry."

You shook your head in disbelief, "What do you think that's going to do?"

Bucky finally met your gaze, "You forgive me."

"And?"

He let out a sigh, "Giving me another chance." 

"Wow."

"Y/N-"

"No."

"I messed up. I shouldn't have said that. It's not even true."

"But you still said it. And it hurt. More than anything."

He got his hands out and moved towards you, but you moved back. He was shocked by your reaction, the abrupt halt in his movements made it clear.

You continued, "I love you. So fucking much. So much that, if not having me in your life makes you happy, then I'll step away."

"You make me happy. I don't know what I was thinking. I, after you left, I realized pushing you away won't help any of us."

"After I left?" You whispered, "You realized that after I left?"

He didn't say anything.

"Bucky,"

He looked at you. His face tensed and his breath shaky.

"You should have known that before I left. You should have known I wasn't worth pushing away before I walked out."

"Doll, I'm so sorry."

You didn't realize till now that you were crying. That you both were.

"Whenever you tried to push me away, I stuck around. I did that because I loved you and I understood where you came from. Yesterday was different. You said you were unhappy and you wouldn't do anything to get me back."

"I fucked up." He leaned on the wall, "I fucked it all up."

You were drained. You need to sit down, "You deserve everything Bucky. What happened was bound to happen. You'll find someone who deserves you."

You wrapped your arms around your waist  and walked back to the door.

"I know I don't deserve you. Everyone knows you can do so much better than me. But I can't, without you."

You turn back to face him. He was still leaning on the wall, his head tilted towards you.

"You're right. I should have known better than letting you go. But I can't stop thinking about possibility of you getting something better. I don't want to be the reason you don't get that."

He stood straight, "I can't. Seeing you leave was the hardest thing I've ever felt. Seeing you cry because of me," he cleared his throat, "I know I messed it all up, and I'm sorry."

He walked closer, "I'll do everything and anything to get you back. That house is not my home without my baby."

"I need space."

You saw the hesitation on his face before he replied, "Okay."

You brushed your tears away and opened the door.

"I'll never push you away. I know what's mine and I'm never letting go again. No matter how long it takes. Until the day you tell me otherwise."

You quickly walk in and shut the door behind you. You held your neck because of how bad it hurt. How bad it hurt everywhere.

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A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….”  Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn.  Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus.  And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year.  She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them.  I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail.  Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort.  Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister!  Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up.  God help you when the teenage years came! 

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you.  “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back.  “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief.  “What?!  You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already?  How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly.  “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back.  “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns.  I see.”  You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him.  “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers.  Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves.  Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be.  Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones.  There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him.  Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact.  What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers.  Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one.  I promise--cross my heart.  Honest.  Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well.  “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him.  With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children.  “All right, girls, very good.  Now let’s get into bed.”  You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.  

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit.  Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer.  An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over.  “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s.  He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed.  You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks.  Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.  

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt.  “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!” 

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued.  “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work.  Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls!  And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart.  She clutched her dolly preciously to her.  

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head.  “I didn’t think so.  So off to sleep for each of you.��

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped.  Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story.  “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue.  “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you.  Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again.  “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter.  “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas!  Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s.  “Now, good night!”  With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over.  The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”.  That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them.  “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile.  “I suppose you are right, my dear.  Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!”  With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows.  Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop.  (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.)  “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes.  “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave.  “No talking.  Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down.  Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.  

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve.  “Here, let me.  Your silky thing won’t do the job.” 

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you.  "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…).  "Don't I know it?  She is her father's daughter--George was a… character.  But I adored him.”  You gave him a knowing smile.  “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right.  “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off.  “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away.  As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story.  You’d never heard anything like it before.  “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically.  “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams.  Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled.  “Oh, that.”  He chuckled.  “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.”  A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced.  “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least.  Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did.  And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder.  “She liked the story,” you said.  “It is a good story, I must say.  Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house.  It seemed to do the trick for us.  Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.”  You laughed at the memory.  “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out!  He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly.  “It was sad.  I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad.  But then he quickly gave you a bright smile.  “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement.  “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment.  “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile.  “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred.  “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that.  “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room.  “Until now.”  He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.  You smiled genuinely at him.  “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him.  “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I.  Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly.  Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection.  He squeezed your hand back.  “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”  

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.  For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat.  You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that.  Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process.  No.  No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible.  Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that.  It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more.  Merely wishes.  It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion.  It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze.  “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!”  With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand.  And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

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