#i drew a lot of pen the other day. love them sm....

[rustytrident]

haikyuu boys sitting next to you in class

i miss them sm </3

ch: kuroo tetsuro, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyou

cw: none

kuroo

this man,,,, he literally has no idea what personal space is. his stuff is definitely on your side but you don't say anything about it cause he's cute (i wouldn't either)

he does it on purpose tho

he actually does a lot of things to purposely annoy you cause he thinks your reactions are hilarious

catch him making fun of you if you stutter or mess up an exercise, or even telling you to be quiet at you when you choke up a laugh at yet another sarcastic comment he made like two seconds ago

but he's a nerd, don't forget that! convince him to help you at chemistry or physics once and you have a tutor for the end of the year

cocky mf

his notes are also not that bad, they're just hurried af so most of his handwriting is just,,, scribbles. u get used to it dw

always has an extra snack for you in his bag cause you tend to forget and he wants you to eat and get your docohaexegonic acid or whatever the fuck he's talking about i wouldn't know

will definitely keep you two from getting in trouble (if you forgot your hw for example, he'll just direct the conversation elsewhere until the teacher forgets about it) cause this man is SO smart ugh i love him

oikawa

he's always, always late, but he manages to be sat right before the bell rings. when you ask him about it, he usually claims he's talented like that or some shit

you know the reason why, though. coffee shops don't open until about 15 minutes before your first class, yet he always seems to walk into the room with his and your favourite drinks on hand

that and his bulky ass keys that are hooked on his finger every morning (they include a volleyball, an alien, a lip balm and a pepper spray keychain on each ring and like one (1) key sksmsksks)

you would expect him to be really talkative in class but he always pays attention in all lessons except from math and physics. he has a personal vendetta against them and you can't make him change his mind no matter what

so math and physics are notes passing time~ he will talk to you about the latest gossip of the school, how much better the volleyball team is from the one they're going against next, how bored he currently is, all that

he always smells so good tho and has the cleanest notes you've ever seen.

however, he will go fucking crazy if you so much as brush over the highlighter ink while it dries down so just,,, don't disrupt him while he indulges in his pinterest fantasy

iwaizumi

will blush if he so much as touches you or your things, especially if it's on accident oml

that OR he will literally use your things all the time (it's not that he doesn't have a pen, it's just that yours writes better)

he has godzilla themed stationary. that's it there's nothing to add here. no, you can't touch it. yes, you can be jealous over how cool he is. he won't take criticism either.

very eager to help you if you're struggling with a paper or something. he ain't the sharpest tool in the shed but he tries his hardest no matter what </33

will very aggressively whisper your name if you stop paying attention or zone off, especially in classes where he knows you have trouble following

usually listens to music during breaks or leaves to go to the other third years' classes

but if he sees you in a bad mood he'll sit next to you until you talk about your feelings for as long as you need. so far you've spent an entire lunch break just venting to him non stop

if he doesn't catch you in class he'll call your name after school and check up on if you're okay before you part ways

bokuto

he's weirdly good at math and will not hesitate to flex his knowledge

super bad in subjects like literature and history, tho. they just don't stimulate his brain enough for him to spend his time on them

so you guys help each other whenever you're stuck on a question, or exchange notes pretty often (pls tell him his notes are good and that he helped you out, he won't stop smiling for the rest of the day)

his favourite sitting position is laying back on his chair, legs sprawled out in front of him and arms either in his pockets or behind his head

usually that's when he zones out the most too, so you have to nudge him in order to keep paying attention in class and fix his posture

every break is filled with him talking to you about volleyball and how good of a wing spiker he is (just smile and nod, he wants your attention and doesn't know how to get it)

will stare at you with huge puppy eyes if you have chapstick, a uniquely scented hand sanitizer or his favourite snack just plain debating whether he should ask you for some or not

but by the time he makes his decision, you've already offered some of it to him, or have an extra just for this occasion

hinata

constantly ask you what's going on, his one braincell is activated only when he plays volleyball pls-

as a result he always copies your notes and answers to the hw cause he didn't do it. you know he didn't, he knows he didn't, boom you're the reason he graduated high school

he is the class clown, though, and does crazy good impressions of every teacher just to make you laugh

you also know everything about his personal life cause he never. shuts. up. you know what suga brought to practice last week, what natsu drew for her school project, what show he watched the night before

like iwaizumi, he has themed stationary, but his are volleyball related. just picture a mikasa ball eraser rolling around on yalls desk at all times

he makes u do tiktok dances during the breaks cause no one will do them with him and he's too shy to go to the second years' floor to do them with nishinoya and tanaka

boy doodles e v e r y w h e r e . it's borderline weird to not see a doodle at the corner of your notebook page at the end of the day

he has to keep his mind occupied and he's not gonna limit his talent just on his papers, ya know?

#anime #haikyuu #kuroo testuro #kuroo hcs #kuroo x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa hcs #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi x reader #bokuto #bokuto hc #bokuto x reader #hinata shōyō #hinata hcs #hinata x reader

[notapaladin]

when i kissed the teacher

“back on my obsblood bullshit” i say, as though i ever actually left. ANYWAY. Teomitl is your averagy student, taking an Overview of the Aztec Empire course for much-needed credits. Unfortunately, Professor Acatl is distractingly hot. He’s probably out of Teomitl’s reach, but when has that ever stopped him? (Never. It’s never stopped him.)

There’s porn in this! As always, it can also be read on AO3.

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Jaguar Bro: I’m dead

Jaguar Bro: this is how I die

Jaguar Bro: Local Man, 18, Found Dead On University Campus

Holder of the One Braincell: what is it now

Snacts (snake facts): have line of sight, can confirm he’s dying

Snacts (snake facts): ooh, a double facepalm!

**Jaguar Bro has sent aHHHHHHHHHHHHH.png**

Jaguar Bro: Gaze upon the agent of my demise. Overview of the Aztec Empire professor.

Snacts (snake facts): damn

Snacts (snake facts): is it too late to sign up for that course??

Holder of the One Braincell: .

Holder of the One Braincell: nope

Holder of the One Braincell: nope

Holder of the One Braincell: nope nope nope nOPE

Holder of the One Braincell: THAT IS MY BROTHER

Snacts (snake facts): congrats mihm your brother can get it

Holder of the One Braincell: asdfghgFFGHGFGHJK

& &

Teomitl was definitely going to die. Right here, right now, in the middle of his Overview of the Aztec Empire lecture. They would find his corpse later and Mihmatini would laugh at him. At least it was a crowded lecture hall; between that and the air conditioner having been stuck at subzero for the past hour, he could be assured that nobody was actually in the mood to notice the state he was in. He shut his eyes as though it would help.

Nope. He could still hear him. Virgin Mary, Mother of God.

Professor Acatl’s voice caressed his ears, making him shiver no matter how deeply he tried to burrow into his hoodie. “...believed to have arrived in the Valley of Mexico in roughly 1250 AD…” History wasn’t his strong point, but with a voice like that—warm, resonant, clearly and utterly in love with the subject matter—he didn’t care. He could listen to Acatl read the phone book and be happy, never mind something the man was actually passionate about. And when it came to Nahuatl, where the professor’s voice took on the steady assurance of a man speaking his mother tongue...

The white girl on his left poked his arm. Heedless of his glare—he’d been occupied, damn it—she hissed, “You got a pencil?”

He blinked at her. Who uses a notebook and pencils? In this decade? Really? It took a minute of blind rummaging in his laptop bag to produce a pen, and that was after pulling out and discarding two spare flash drives and a folding knife. She flashed him a tired smile and a grateful thumbs’-up; if Acatl hadn’t been at the front of the room, he’d have offered more than a nod in response. She was cute, if not exactly his usual type.

Acatl was gesturing at the next slide in his powerpoint presentation, and he made himself actually pay attention this time. He definitely wasn’t going to impress him by visibly zoning out in the middle of class. Not for the first time, he was glad he’d picked a seat three rows back and to the left; if he’d been in the front row, there would have been trouble. He took notes on autopilot, eyes on Acatl instead of his laptop screen. He could fix typos later, when he wasn’t watching Acatl move. The man was gorgeous, all long limbs and shining eyes. Sure, the entirely monochrome suit was a little old-fashioned—he even wore a tie most days, though the knot was invariably crooked in a way that made Teomitl ache to fix it for him—but the ponytail wasn’t. He’d spent a lot of time fantasizing about running his fingers through all that wavy hair.

As well as...other things. Peeling that suit jacket off, yanking that collar aside to bite his pretty throat, being pressed back against the desk and hearing that voice turn heavy as Acatl breathed, “I’m sure there’s something we can do about those grades…” (Never mind that, a month into the semester, he was comfortably staring down at least an A. He could pretend differently if it got Acatl to spread him out on top of the nearest flat surface.) Acatl had shown up one hot day minus the jacket, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and he swore he’d nearly passed out. He hadn’t taken any notes that day.

Even the memory made him swallow against a pulse of heat in his gut. No. Bad. No boners in class. Not again, at any rate.

The worst part, he decided, was that he could have handled it if Mihmatini’s older brother was just hot. He was used to hot. Sure, he’d still spend a lot of time daydreaming about all the things he wanted to do with (and to) him, but it would have been bearable if Acatl had just been a handsome face and slender, elegant body, instead of also being...kind. Patient. Seemingly unflappable, or at least Teomitl had never seen him do more than glower classroom disruptions into submission. He’d only ever heard him be less than professional when Mihmatini was in the room, where they displayed a teasing sort of fondness that struck Teomitl to the core even though it wasn’t even directed at him. I want it to be. I want to make him smile like that. I want to make him laugh. I want to…

An orange flash in the corner of his laptop screen drew his attention to his DMs.

Snacts (snake facts): looking a little dreamy there :)

Jaguar Bro: fUCK OFF, NEZAHUAL

Snacts (snake facts): is that the way you talk to your best friend??

Jaguar Bro: I don’t see mihm here

Snacts (snake facts): TT_TT

He huffed at his screen, knowing that Nezahual was lounging in his customary back-of-the-room seat and smirking at him from on high. Knowing you since we were five will not stop me punching you in the dick. Don’t push it.

“...And so they settled here, right where we’re sitting.” Acatl paused. “Well, not right where we’re sitting. Back then, this area was still underwater. Which brings us to the next point of today’s lecture—geography. Yes, you do have to know this.” His gaze swept the room, grave, but there was a light in it that made Teomitl feel a little faint. He clearly loved his class.

Dear god, help me survive this semester. With superhuman effort, he turned his focus back to Google Docs. Maybe, if he applied himself, this crush would fade by midterms.

& &

Midterms passed in a blur. His feelings, meanwhile, did not. He was pretty sure he’d done alright on his tests and essays—at least, as sure as he could be given how much studying he hadn’t done. His focus had kept wandering back to the assigned reading for Acatl’s class, remembering that voice patiently going over the same points. His notes had been...less helpful, in comparison.

God, he hoped he hadn’t embarrassed himself during the test. Acatl had smiled when he’d handed his paper in, so maybe. Maybe there was a chance. He just knew he couldn’t sit and do nothing.

I’ll just have to go and see.

He timed his arrival carefully. This close to the end of Acatl’s office hours, nobody would interrupt him. Not that Acatl was much sought-after anyway; he knew the way to the man’s office, but it was a long trek through winding corridors and water-stained wallpaper before he reached a door that had been left ajar, plain except for a simple nameplate. From inside, he could hear the familiar sound of halfhearted typing.

Steeling himself, he stepped inside. There was Professor Acatl, alone. Next to the sight of him—hair pulled back in a messy tail, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, wearing reading glasses which was just unfair—the surroundings faded. He was only dimly aware of the rest of the room, all dark paneling and overcrowded bookshelves. Acatl had made a vaguely attentive noise when he’d entered, but he wasn’t looking at him. He had to say something.

“Ah...Professor?”

Something more intelligent than that.

Acatl looked up from his laptop; the action made his glasses slip down his nose, which was entirely too endearing to be allowed. “Teomitl?” Oh no. He was smiling, that reassuring little quirk of his lips he had for his better students. “I’m surprised to see you here. Nervous about your grades?”

He had to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to respond. “Uh. Y...yes.” And other things. There were condoms burning a hole in his back pocket.

“Well.” Acatl settled himself more comfortably in his chair, studying his face. “I can tell you right now, your midterm went very well. And you’re a business major, aren’t you? Ever considered switching?”

For you? All the time. Constantly. Trust me, you could have me any way you want—oh, you mean majors. Same answer. Moreso once he’d realized the way his fellow business majors tended to treat non-business classes as free credits, as things they didn’t have to work at. After knowing how much Acatl loved his subject matter and wanted to share that enthusiasm, seeing it slighted infuriated him. But the fact that Acatl had been paying attention... “Mm-hmm. How did you know?”

Was that a faint tinge of red along his cheekbones as his gaze slid away? Dear God, it was. “Mihmatini...mentioned it.”

He loved Mihmatini. He was going to buy her something designer, just for this. “Oh. I...I do love history—especially your class! If it weren’t for my brothers…”

Acatl’s gaze turned serious as he met Teomitl’s eyes. For a moment, he seemed to be about to reach for him, but then visibly thought better of it. His voice took on a faint edge. “...You don’t need to let them define your life.”

He remembered half-overheard conversations and thirdhand gossip—rumors that Acatl’s parents had wanted much better for him than an overworked university posting. Mihmatini had been much more forthright. “Our parents nagged him to join the army like Neutemoc until their dying days. But he loves his job, so…” He’d nodded at the time, unable to imagine loving anything that much. But now he was in Acatl’s office, surrounded by books and stone knives, being looked at like something precious, and he thought he was starting to understand. “No.” He felt himself smile. “But I do need to prove that at least one of us is better at running the company than our father was.”

Acatl was smiling back, not looking away even as he closed his laptop and stood up. They were roughly the same height; Teomitl had a moment to register the warmth in his brown eyes before a hand was laid on his shoulder and he promptly forgot how to think. “I have no doubt you will. I think you could do anything you put your mind to, Teomitl.”

His hand was warm on Teomitl’s skin. There were faint calluses there, unusual for a history professor. He wanted to feel them everywhere. “...Professor.” It came out half-strangled. Kiss me. God, kiss me.

Acatl flinched minutely, withdrawing his hand. Seemingly heedless of Teomitl’s internal turmoil, he hastily turned his attention to sweeping his computer and a handful of scattered papers into a messenger bag that looked like it had seen better centuries. “I should—get going. Yes.” And then he was moving, angling to slide past him, and Teomitl knew he was going to lose his chance.

He reached out, caught hold of his tie, and drew him in. One kiss. Just one, and either he’d be rejected or not but at least he’d know where he stood. At least he could have this. Acatl froze at the first touch, and he had a brief impression of wide, stunned eyes before his own slid shut and their lips met.

Soft. His lips were soft, and warm, and unmoving against his. For a split second he despaired—he’d misjudged, Acatl would be horrified, any minute he’d be shoved away—and then Acatl made a soft sound and tilted his head, and those lips were turning pliant as a shaky, disbelieving hand came to rest at the small of his back. Oh. Oh, this was how it felt when Acatl kissed you. His glasses were in the way and a loose strand of hair was tickling Teomitl’s nose, but that didn’t matter. It was perfect. Emboldened, he dropped his hands to Acatl’s waist and tugged him in, rewarded almost immediately by the eager press of Acatl’s body against his and an unmistakably hungry noise.

I could die happy. He knew he was embarrassingly hard and there was no way Acatl couldn’t notice, but he didn’t care as long as the man didn’t stop. When he coaxed Acatl’s mouth open and was duly backed against the desk, feeling the wood dig into his spine, he couldn’t stop the moan that pulled itself out of his throat. Yes, more of that, please.

Acatl wrenched himself away, so suddenly that Teomitl was left gasping. He watched as Acatl raised a trembling hand to his reddened lips, gaze falling to the floor. His other hand had a white-knuckled grip on his bag, but that was shaking too. His glasses had left red marks on the bridge of his nose. “I—you—“

He should probably apologize. He couldn’t bring himself to form the words. What came out instead, far more snappish than he’d intended, was “I’d do it again.”

Acatl sucked in a harsh breath. He still wasn’t looking at him—but he wasn’t running, either, or telling him to leave. His voice sounded raw as he sagged in the doorway. “We really, really shouldn’t. My job…”

It wasn’t a no. He could work with that. Slowly, carefully, he reached to touch his hand. “I won’t let anyone find out.”

For a second he thought it would work—and then Acatl pulled away, face a carefully blank mask that displayed nothing of whatever he was feeling behind it. “I—I can’t. I’m sorry. You’re my student, Teomitl.”

He had to swallow around the sudden lump in his throat, feeling a traitorous prickle start up behind his eyes. You knew this was coming, idiot. You knew he’d be the good, principled man he is and turn you down. You shouldn’t even have come here. “...Alright, then.” He was very proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

As he turned to go, Acatl caught his gaze and held it. His voice still shook, and there was definitely a blush tinging his face, but his tone was firm. “Come back. After the end of the semester.”

My god. He had to make himself remember how to breathe, never mind form words. He wants me. He wants me. Or at least...he’s willing to talk about wanting me. “...I will.”

It was a few weeks. He could wait a few weeks.

& &

He could not, in fact, wait a few weeks. It was, oddly enough, easiest to handle in Acatl’s class, where at least he could see the man—could drink his fill, even though they couldn’t touch, and know Acatl wouldn’t forget him. Sometimes Acatl met his eyes and turned away, and he knew he was remembering the kiss. It sent fire through his veins every time. Yes. Look at me. Love me. And when he crossed and uncrossed his legs in the front row, Acatl’s eyes flicked to the movement. Maybe it was mean of him to tease, but he wanted—and Acatl had been the one who’d told him to wait. Look at what you could have, Professor. All this for you.

It was easy to be confident in front of Acatl. In his other classes, he burned. Paying attention had never been harder; while his body was physically present, his mind kept flashing back to Acatl’s hands, Acatl’s mouth. It was bad enough that his friends noticed, and Mihmatini—who, as far as he knew, did not exist socially during class times—messaged him in the middle of one of their shared lectures.

Holder of the One Braincell: teo. are you like

Holder of the One Braincell: ok??????

Jaguar Bro: fine, why?

Holder of the One Braincell: bc you keep spacing out? you never do that

He stared at his screen. Sorry, I can’t read poetry without hearing your brother’s voice would not go over well, but he’d never been good at lying.

Snacts (snake facts): I think he’s in love

Jaguar Bro: no???? i’m just tired

Jaguar Bro: too many essays

Holder of the One Braincell: ok ok, take care of urself!

He’d never been more grateful for Nezahual. Despite the man’s stated insistence that he never lied, after one too many creative omissions of facts Mihmatini had adopted the position that everything he said was probably bullshit. As long as Teomitl didn’t give him the reaction he was looking for, Mihm would never suspect him. Maybe one day I’ll tell her. But not now.

The semester oozed onwards until finally—finally—it ended. Teomitl picked his outfit for his last day of Overview of the Aztec Empire with more care than he’d ever done in his life. He rarely wore skinny jeans, but it was the clearest please-peel-these-off-me indicator he could give. Judging by the minute widening of Acatl’s eyes when he sauntered in to hand in his final essay, it worked.

And then he had to wait. Once again, he timed his arrival for the end of office hours, knowing that Acatl would keep to them. Knowing—dear God, knowing that Acatl was waiting for him. By the time he pushed open Acatl’s door, he was wound so tightly he felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin.

“...I’m here.”

Acatl had risen from his seat at his approach. “...So you are.” He swallowed visibly before slowly, deliberately, taking his glasses off. “Lock the door behind you?”

He locked the door. For a long moment, they just stared at each other. There was an inkstain on Acatl’s cheek, and golden flecks in his brown eyes.

He really wasn’t sure which of them moved first, but then they were colliding and he didn’t care anymore. It was deliciously easy to press Acatl back into his chair and straddle his hips, feeling him arch under him as they kissed. When he slid a hand up into his hair, Acatl made a frankly incredible sound that went straight to his cock, pulling a growl from his own throat.

“Later,” Acatl gasped when Teomitl left his mouth to devote attention to his neck, “we really should talk about—this.” Given that his hands had wound up on Teomitl’s ass and squeezed encouragingly when he kissed a spot just under his jaw, it would probably be much later.

Teomitl made a noncommittal noise. Acatl’s throat deserved much more focus than anything involving words, and when he fumbled the first few buttons of his shirt the man trembled under him. It was intoxicating. He slipped his fingers inside and the heat of Acatl’s skin almost scorched him. He wanted to taste.

He ground down against the bulge in Acatl’s slacks, and the chair creaked alarmingly. They both froze.

Acatl almost laughed. It sounded strained. “Ah. We should...move.”

Pulling away was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but then he was settling himself on the edge of the desk and feeling Acatl’s gaze sweep slowly up his legs. He couldn’t help but smirk through the heat in his own face; Acatl looked downright debauched. Flushed, half hard, shirt partially undone—it made something hot and possessive coil in his gut. “See something you like?”

“Jesus Christ, yes.” Acatl shoved himself up out of his chair; Teomitl expected more kisses, but then his mouth found his throat instead and he made a breathy, desperate noise at the first scrape of teeth. He hoped it left a mark; for a moment all he could do was dig his nails into Acatl’s shoulderblades and shudder. Unlike him, Acatl clearly had no problems talking, though his voice was rough as he breathed, “Swear to God, from the moment I saw you—“

Teomitl hiked a leg up around his hips; in a minute he knew he’d be begging for Acatl to tear his clothes off, but right now he just wanted to be closer. “You could have had me. We could have been—ah—“ Acatl was mouthing a bruise into the base of his throat, sending shockwaves through his veins “—doing this all semester—“

Acatl’s hands slid up under his shirt, making him arch with a gasp as his fingers found suddenly-sensitive nipples. “We could not have.” It was a growl. “But now…”

“Please.” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded raw. He was so aroused it actually hurt.

Acatl drew back a bit, but he was only going for his pants; when Teomitl wriggled half out of them, baring skin, he made a noise like he’d been punched and kissed him so roughly it was almost a bite. His hands were already at his hips when he breathed, “I—how do you want—?”

He didn’t need to think about what he wanted. He’d spent too long fantasizing about it. “Bend me over.” It came out shaky. “Bend me over on this desk and fuck me until I scream.”

Acatl paused. Teomitl saw the exact moment his words sunk in, because he went red. “...Oh, god.” He dropped his head to Teomitl’s shoulder, taking a slow breath. “I’ve never—“

What. Has anyone ever seen you?! But saying that wouldn’t get them anywhere, so he ferreted out condoms and lube from his pockets. He’d never been more grateful for planning. “Do you want to?”

Thumbs pressed into his hipbones hard enough to bruise, and he bit back a cry. This was going to be incredible. Acatl’s words came out ragged. “Yes.”

And then he was being rolled over, and had barely enough coordination to kick his shoes off and consign his jeans to the floor. Acatl’s hands skimmed slowly over his thighs, and he shivered. Oh, Christ. But then they paused, and he propped himself up on one elbow and twisted around for a look at Acatl’s face. The hunger in his eyes was exciting, but his hesitation was not. “I won’t break.”

“Hmm.” One hand left his skin and came back cold and slick, trailing lightly over his entrance; when a finger slid in, he almost collapsed back onto the desk. “Good?”

He bit back a whine. Barely. Not because it felt like anything much yet, but because it was Acatl carefully working him open—and then another finger joined the first, and he savored the stretch. “Oh, fuck yes—ahh…” He’d managed to angle his fingers in exactly the right way to send sparks up his spine, still slow and deliberate and hot. “Professor, please.”

Acatl snarled, rough and wordless, and gritted out, “Don’t call me that here.” His fingers curled, and Teomitl keened. “Say my name.”

“Acatl,” he gasped, breathless—those amazing, maddening fingers wouldn’t stop. And then, “Acatl, I swear to God if you don’t fuck me—“

He tore the packet open with his teeth, promptly dropped the foil, nearly dropped the condom too, and swore viciously. Teomitl, viscerally aware of his current position, managed not to laugh. But then the condom was in place and his fingers were gone—oh, he was empty—and Acatl’s cock was replacing it in a slow, smooth thrust that had his eyes rolling back in his head as he sank back to the desk. Fuck. Fuck. I am not going to survive this.

Acatl’s voice was raw by the time he spoke, hilted as deep as he could go. Teomitl trembled; he’d never felt this full before. “Christ, you’re like a vice—“ He sounded like he needed a minute, but he was still rocking his hips, little tiny thrusts that made Teomitl gasp and clench down around him because it wasn’t nearly enough. He needed more. He needed everything.

He swallowed, throat gone dry. There wasn’t enough room for him to get much leverage pinned against the desk; he knew that whatever Acatl wanted to give him, he’d have to take. “Move. Move.” He knew he sounded desperate, and didn’t care. So he shifted his weight, grinding roughly against the desk; when Acatl groaned and sank back only to thrust in again, he knew he’d done it right. “Harder.”

“Fuck, Teomitl.” Acatl set a hand on the desk, bracing himself, and Teomitl had a moment to think oh, thank god before Acatl was giving him exactly what he’d asked for—more of that, and harder, slow deep thrusts that sent rolling waves through him and straight to his cock. He made an incoherent noise and muffled it with his forearm; the walls were thin around here, and he was pretty sure he’d feel bad if Acatl lost his job over this. Eventually.

I’d get you a better job. No, I’d keep you at home, my kept man, eating caviar and reading all the books you want and fucking me just like— A particularly hard thrust jarred a cry from him, and he panted out “I—“ before even figuring out what he was going to say, but then Acatl just kept up the pace and he cut himself off with a broken moan. “God—that, just like that, faster.”

“Like this?” Acatl’s voice was a savage thing, all raw edges and need, and the hand that came to rest at his hip grabbed almost hard enough to hurt. And then he was doing just what Teomitl asked for, and Teomitl felt the edge loom. “Is this what you like?”

Closer. Closer. But it wasn’t enough—fucking hell, it wouldn’t be enough just to get fucked, rubbing himself desperately against the desk. He needed Acatl’s hands. “Touch me. Please—“ He was begging. He knew it. He didn’t care, because it got Acatl’s hand to leave his hip and wrap around his cock, pumping him until the skittering sparks up his spine overflowed and turned his world white. He felt himself squeeze around Acatl’s hard flesh, heard an answering gasp at his ragged, muffled cry.

And then he was oversensitive and shaking, but Acatl kept going. Teomitl shuddered, toes curling, and braced himself against the desk; finally, after a small eternity, Acatl spent himself with a groan. Hot breath washed over the back of Teomitl’s neck, but he didn’t mind in the least.

His brain still felt fuzzy. It took a few seconds of silently working his jaw to find the capacity for speech. “That...was…” The best fucking thing ever. Absolutely indescribable. I should tie you to my bed and never let you leave. His thighs were sore as hell and would undoubtedly bruise, but honestly? It was worth it.

Acatl’s voice was soft, but the hand that stroked his spine gently was even softer. He sounded tender, and it tugged hard on Teomitl’s heartstrings. “...You are incredible.”

He said nothing. Words seemed to have fled. It wasn’t until Acatl pulled out, making them both shudder, that he managed, “I still want more.” Not just here. Not just—a fling, your dirty secret.

“Teomitl!” It was almost a laugh, and Acatl shook his head ruefully. “I do need to recover, you know. Things happen once you leave your twenties behind you.”

“Not like that!” He flexed his thighs experimentally. God, he’d be feeling this for weeks. But there were things he needed to say, and this wasn’t a conversation he could have in his current state. He needed pants, for one thing. But even after he cleaned himself up and got mostly dressed, he still wasn’t sure how to say it. You’re kind and intelligent and devastatingly handsome and I want to see more of you. He swallowed, finding it impossible to look directly at him. “I—let me take you out to dinner?”

Acatl was blushing again, but his smile was radiant. “I’d like that.”

& &

Holder of the One Braincell: would you happen to know anything abt why my bro is walking around w/love bites

Holder of the One Braincell: grinning @ his phone like an idiot

Holder of the One Braincell: his NEW phone, btw, bc SOMEHOW he was induced to replace the cracked one from 2009 w/the latest model iphone?

Holder of the One Braincell: WOULD YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT TEOMITL

Snacts (snake facts): I can’t help but notice that dear teo has changed his facebook status :)

Snacts (snake facts): and my, what’s this on your instagram account? whatever were you doing at the beach with mihm’s favorite brother??

Holder of the One Braincell: T E O M I T L

**Jaguar Bro has left the chat**

#obsidian and blood #teomitl #acatl #teocatl #mihmatini #nezahual #not work safe #paladin writes stuff

[franeridart]

what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty

Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;

Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane

HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?

She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D

Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)

AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)

Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!

Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.

PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!! 

Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!

Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!

Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p

GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////

Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )

Adopted!

Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!

G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!

Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.

I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha

Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?

She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much 

anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D

Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.

I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha

Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.

Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!

Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!

I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!

Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀

I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D

Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god

PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!

I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!

Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕

Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT

Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?

Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!

Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???

THANK YOU TTATT

Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon

This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes

Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help

I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????

anyway if you still want it it’s here

Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!

What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work! 

Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself

Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha

Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)

AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start

They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!

Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio

She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~

#fran answers #a bunch of asks i had forgotten about after closing the inbox!!! #jesus im a disaster #i was sure i had a couple asks more in here but i can't find them so...??? #ah well #either way i'm sorry these took so long my brain is seriously all over the place lately #go d s #anonymous

[quell-tea-salon]

THE IDOLM@STER SideM 3rdLIVE TOUR report - Makuhari Day 1

In a nutshell: IT WAS FKING AMAZING

As I’m typing this my SideM timeline is being flooded with adorable photos by the cast members ahjdgGskljh and they’ve published the set list for today’s concert so please have a look.

INCOHERENT SCREAMING UNDER THE CUT also pls note that i refer to the cast members by their given nicknames :3c

First of all, i did NOT expect the concert to be FOUR HOURS LONG. I mean i knew it’d be longer than the standard 2 hours because well, 16 groups??? And it was absolutely amazing from start to finish so it didn’t even feel that long goddddd i’m so grateful that i got to watch it ;___;

Since the set list is available for all to see i’ll just jot down some commentary...

I only realised today that the seat i got assigned for today’s LV was in the FIRST ROW, DEAD CENTER and while this would be great at a concert, i generally prefer the back row at the cinema bc being so close to the screen is actually really uncomfortable. You get a sore neck from looking up and the edges of the screen are outside your field of vision...... but i count myself lucky just to have a seat so there’s that. As it was my first SideM concert i also sorta wanted to be able to watch the people in front of me wrt what to do.... thankfully i’d seen enough footage of SideM live events to have a rough idea of the calls, etc.

Anyway, onto the actual event. Yamamura was the first to appear, going over the guidelines and rules of the concert. He mentioned that there wouldn’t be an interval, to make time for more songs! (The audience cheered lol)

The whole cast of 46 members came onto stage for the opening talk and introductions. After that, DraSta was the first to perform (Starlight Celebrate). As a DraStaP this made me happy ^^ But i was surprised that they were singing the Starting Line songs, which made me wonder if the rest of the groups would do the same.... (They actually did, but some sang the first song in their starting line singles while others sang the 2nd song???) Shugon and Taso were amazing live and delivered solid performances as usual. Taku was a bit inconsistent, but maybe the nerves got to him.

Beit’s Tomorrow Diamond - I LOVE their outfits so much!!!!!!!! So princely and sparkly T_T At one part while the camera was on Ume he fucking BIT HIS GLOVE and the whole room SCREAMED hsjdsshagah idk maybe it was coming loose and he was trying to adjust it but anyway he killed like half the people in the theater. Also at the end of the song Ume knelt on one knee and made a gesture like he was holding out an engagement ring and everyone died lmao i was so mad i actually said out loud YOU CAN'T DO THAT and the person next to me laughed. Oh and apparently the white gloves were a new addition to their prince outfits (according to Horieru). Maybe they were there just so Ume could bite them and kill some people smh

Cafe Parade’s Reversed Masquerade - zombie dance! They are so cute T_T I would watch a whole musical performed by them....... The groups in the 3rd Anniversary Disc 01 (Cafe Parade, Alte, Legenders) all got to sing their new songs, but sadly not the collab song.Eternal Phantasia.

Shinsoku’s Burning Cool de Kagayaite - I loooooooooooove watching these two, their outfits are gorgeous and badass and Machuyan is irl suzaku GOD HE IS SO TALL AND TONED... Doing the “oi oi oi!” call was super fun >< Fukamachi had so much fun that he forgot to sing one of his lines lmao

Sai came up next but it was a BRAND NEW SONG which had everyone was in a mild panic bc we couldn’t recognise the song intro and were like W-WHAT COLOUR DO WE SET OUR PEN LIGHTS TO??? until they appeared on stage and then it hit us that OH MY GOD IT’S A NEW SOOOOOONG lol. Later during the talk segment Yamashita Daiki said that he was trying his best not to laugh at the audience’s visible confusion at the start of the song wwwwwwww

Jupiter appeared next on stage and we just SCREAMED because JUPITER!!!!! And screamed louder because Over AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It;s so good to have the whole team here, esp when Touma and Hokuto were absent for 2nd Live T_T

S.E.M - Study Equal Magic. My other honmei unit.... I’m SO HAPPY that i got to do the takenoko dance with everyone <333333333 Yoshiki lost a lot of weight and looks really good..... From what i could see from his twitter he lost heaps of weight rapidly so a lot of us were worried but i think he mentioned recently that he switched to the bulk up phase and he looked fit and healthy on stage which is a relief. Totto actually flubbed one of his lines 8D;;;;;;

HiJo - JOKER All Mighty. Another song i’m super happy to get to participate in!!! Though at the cinema we were swinging our penlights instead of towels. They’re all so cute ;;;;;;;; Nogami sounded amazing live too. Naganyan and Hirohiro didn’t disappoint and gave us some Natsuki/Jun fanservice 8)

KOGADO’S FIGHT SCENE WAS RIDICULOUSLY BADASS WTF and mostly choreographed by Hime apparently??????? They still hold the title of SideM’s action unit....... Also I love Hamanon so much, he gave SO MUCH fanservice to the cameras........ blowing kisses, making and serving ramen (twice, lol), making hugging gestures........ Hamanon is a national treasure >< Also Hime dyed his hair silver and got extensions (ponytail) to match Ren <333

Speaking of Hime, he ended his (very cute) message to the audience by switching to Ren mode and saying “Baaaaaaaka” which the audience LOVED lol but F-LAGS were next and Sanpei-san was like “Wow aren’t Kogado just lovely” LOL

I was excited to see Legenders ofc as they’re my third tantou unit but tbh i’m not in love with their new song Symphonic Brave. Ig i should be happy that they’ve moved on from emo (but sexy) to more uplifting songs ;w; But the moodiness was what drew me to Legenders in the first place.... and I love Amehiko’s voice in the darker songs...

Kaleid TOURRHYTHM. I feel SO blessed to get to hear this T_T The full Jupiter team with W..... i love this song sm.........

When it was W’s turn during the talk segment, Kikuti actually started tearing up as he was overwhelmed by gratitude;;;;; Yamati (and the audience) kept cheering him on but he couldn’t stop crying...... my baby T___T W also went to hug Jupiter bc they were so happy that all three were present! We feel you!!!

Fun! Fun! Festa! was another super fun song to chant along with. Horieru had Kaerru with him and they made such a cute pair.... TakaP did The Wink at the camera and killed the remaining half the people in the cinema lol just arrest everyone from Beit tbh. Oh and Ume did the MAKUHARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII thing again wwwwwwwwwwwwwww

F-LAGS got to ride the trolleys around the corridor between the 2nd and 3rd floors while performing Yumeiro Voyager :D I’m sure it was a treat for everyone sitting in those seats! Sanpei-san kept making lovehearts with her hands at the camera sajhgf;ag;dka i love her sm ;_______; She also tweeted a couple of days ago that she dyed her hair green to match Ryouchin.... she is an angel....

Mofu Mofu En took full advantage of the cameraman that was on stage with them and made lots of adooooooorable faces at the camera, killing lots of people as well......

Natsujikan Graffiti!! Every time the camera zoomed in on Shiraim (and Matsuoka, for that matter) there would be giggles wwwww Those two are just so awkward and funny and lovable wwwwwwww Anyway, they released a few giant balloons during this song, for the audience to bounce around to each other. I thought it was a pretty neat gimmick that matched the party tone of the song.

Ryuusei Parade was next and i legit whispered “yabai” when the intro played....... All my fav groups in one song T____T It was amazing, as expected,,,

S.E.M performed From Teacher to Future next, and I’m not sure if it was intentional or not but Enokiya tripped and fell right at the start of the song lol.

HiJo caused a stir when they too appeared on the trolleys for Sunset Colours. They threw what looked like squishy toy (foam?) balls at the audience as they were wheeled around the venue. I was jealous ^q^ Shiraim mimed playing the drums with some balloons that were attached his trolley as decorations wwwwwwwww Why is he so weird wwwwwwwwwwww

Omg, this next part SHOOK US ALL. The intro for Alice or Guilty started playing and we were all like “Omg??? Really???!!!!!!!?????” then Jupiter appeared on stage in their 961 black jackets and we SCREAMED bc we could not fking believe what was happening!!! The person next to me started crying... I was just in shock the entire time....... After the song ended the stage screen showed Jupiter’s logo from their 961 years transforming into 315′s Jupiter logo and we LOST OUR SHIT. I actually yelled when i saw some stagehands go on to the stage to help Jupiter change into their green jackets, then the intro for BRAND NEW FIELD kicked in and by then everyone was in tears ;____; Jupiterrrrrrrrrrr you’ve come so far....... we love you.........

DraSta performed Arrive To Star (Shugon was srsly Teru the entire time, i love him sm!!!!), after which the whole cast joined them on stage in 3rdLive outfits (the same ones in the Live on Stage game!!) to sing Reason!!. We screamed when the screen displayed a new group illustration of all 16 units in the Reason!! outfits T________T They’d commissioned new artwork just for today’s concert aaaaahhhhhhh

The last song was BeyoDori, where I once again wished that i had 6 pairs of eyes to catch everything that was happening (the stage is very full with 46 ppl lol). Kuma-chan stays in the air for so long when he jumps.................

Break for encore. President Saitou appeared on screen to update us on new releases and announcements, after which the cast returned to the stage to perform GLORIOUS RO@D and DRIVE A LIVE.

Other random things

Kanbara-san is very generous with his “Chao <3″ ughhhh i loVE HIM and every time he throws an “Angel-chan and Angel-kun <3″ at us i just love him even more

Sanpei-san running onto the center stage after being provoked by Murase lol but being disappointed that her teammates didn’t join her

Kuma-chan egging on the audience to do Massan’s “Kawaii!” call, much to Massan’s embarrassment wwwwwwww

Enokiya being as dry and snarky as usual

Shugon’s smile is 10000000000000000000000 watts, have i mentioned that i love him? He also blew a few kisses at the camera and i died over and over again ugh take him away

SUPER EXCITED for the France shuffle team! I love everyone in that group T_T Teru, Hideo, Amehiko, Suzaku.... They also showed us a bit of the new song where they’re all dressed in blue and white military(?)/knight outfits. (Edit: OMFG I LOGGED ONTO LIVE ON STAGE APP AND THEY’VE ALREADY IMPLEMENTED THE GACHA FOR FRANCE EVENT I’M DYING)

Kasama-san was such a gentleman in both of his messages/talk time... how is he real........

During talk time Machuyan put his arm around Kobapyon’s shoulders and they looked so cosy lmao i wish for something similar to happen with Suzaku and Saki-chan SUZAKU GOOD LUCK

The 3rdLive outfits are REALLY cute >< Unlike in the LOS game, each unit has their own twist on the outfit (eg Cafe Parade has frilly shirts, S.E.M has black shirts) and even within units each character’s outfit is unique (Jirou's short sleeves, Michiru has a headband etc)

There’s so much more but this is all i can remember for now and i need to sleep to recharge for tomorrow’s LV!!! I’ll do another report for tomorrow too!

I’ll just leave some predictions for tomorrow’s set list (wishful thinking):

DraSta - Dramatic Nonfiction, Sayonara SumHol

SEM - Moon Night, Infinite Possibilities (or even duet of SSH and MunNai?!)

Legenders - ALL THREE OF THEIR SONGS PLS AND THANKS

If it’s another 4-hour show........ maybe all their solos? God that would be amazing *whimpers*

#idolm@ster sidem #SideM #nakamura shugo #umehara yuichiro #nogami sho #kanbara daiki #shirai yuusuke #event report #dramatic stars #beit #S.E.M

[elizabethjournals]

If you are anything like me you are obsessed with house plants and you have way too many—yet not enough… Back in October, I had a houseplant themed bullet journal, and to this day it is still my favorite. Because of this, I wanted to share my houseplant layouts and other incredibly inspiring house plant themed bullet journal layouts with you to inspire your bullet journaling! Check out the layouts below!

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  Houseplant Stickers & Washi Tape

If you love house plants and you love bullet journaling, but aren’t very artistic, or don’t have the time to be artistic, these layouts are for you! These layouts feature stickers or washi tape with a houseplant theme. Interested in houseplant stickers or washi tape? Check out some of my favorites below!

  This layout features a beautiful cacti washi tape and a cacti sticker that I love. Using the tape this way is a really simple way to incorporate houseplants! Image credit: Jihi Elephant

  This layout is similar to the last because it uses a succulent washi tape to break up sections. Image credit: Jihi Elephant

  This layout features cacti washi tape separating two sections as well as a neat line up of houseplant stickers! This one goes to show you can use washi tape AND stickers to vamp up a layout with minimal time used! Image Credit: Jihi Elephant

  I love this very minimal year at a glance layout by pureplanning_bymj! She utilizes a really beautiful plant-inspired washi tape to add a border to the top and bottom of her layout!

  My Favorite Houseplant Washi Tape & Stickers

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  House Plant Doodles in Bullet Journal Layouts

Plants are my favorite thing to doodle in my bullet journal because plants aren’t perfect, so the doodle doesn’t have to be either! A lot of my doodles are inspired by my actual houseplants as well as by the plants in others’ bullet journals. Want to be inspired by some amazing houseplant doodles? Keep reading!

  I am absolutely in love with this layout! It took me about half of 2017 to finally figure it out, but once I did, I died. This is my 2017 house-plant inspired title page. These plants were created using Tombow Dual Brush Pens. Photo credit: Jihi Elephant

  To this day, this is my absolute favorite layout I have ever created. It features 4 houseplants scattered throughout the layout. These plants are in orange terracotta pots and were inspired by my actual houseplants! For this layout, I used two Tombow Dual Brush Pens and blended to get the lighter colors! Photo credit: Jihi Elephant

  I created this layout similar to the last, I drew a plant inspired by my newest houseplant suing Tombow Dual Brush Pens and blended! This one is placed smack centered in my layout. Photo credit: Jihi Elephant

  Photo credit: Jihi Elephant  Photo Credit: Jihi Elephant. For the doodle challenge I created over at Page Flutter, two of my doodles were houseplants. These are incorporated into any layouts, but I wanted to share them to show you that you can doodle without an actual layout! You can even fill an entire page with houseplant doodles! Check out the next layout done by erdene.ce. She filled her page with doodles, and I love it!

Photo credit: erdene.ce

  This is the last layout of my own to be mentioned in this post, but it is one I am very proud of!. This is my current books-to-read layout which features a few little plants amongst the books. This is one way to incorporate houseplants! Photo credit: Jihi Elephant

  I love the leaves in the background of this habit tracker. It exemplifies that you don’t need your plants to be potted to make them beautiful! Photo credit: Pinterest

  I love the deep greens and hanging plants that @amandarachdoodles used in this weekly bullet journal layout! It’s beautiful yet simple!

  This one by How I Study used plants in her key! How creative, I never thought of this!

  I love this collection bullet journal layout. Unfortunately, I found this one on Pinterest, and no one had claimed it! I’d love to give credit to its owner. I love this layout because it is a collection layout detailing how to take care of your plants. This is definitely something I need to adopt! Photo credit: Pinterest

  Photo 1 credit: bizzyb10_doodles  Photo 2 credit: bizzyb10_doodles. These two awesome houseplant inspired bullet journal layouts were created by bizzyb10_doodles, and I love them! These layouts just exemplify the variety of ways houseplants can be incorporated into your bullet journal!

  These Layouts by bujo_maripol are amazing! These feature these really cool succulent plants in glass hanging planters. I love house she kept this theme for her whole month of layouts and keeps similar plants throughout. I highly recommend checking out the rest of her layouts, they are beautiful!

  What is there not to like about this layout? Photo credit: Pinterest

  A houseplant a day keeps the doctor away! That’s the saying, right? Photo credit: Christina77star.net

  This layout is another whose owner I cannot find! I love this use of this layout to fill a page that might otherwise have a lot of white space. The plants are incorporated via vine, wall image, AND potted on the floor. I love it! Photo credit: Pinterest

  This layout is similar to the last. It incorporates vines, hanging plants and potted plants! The similarity suggests they were created by the same people! Photo credit: Pinterest

  I don’t see floral houseplants very often, but @fridastudies nailed it!

  This layout by @mygianthandwriting is a beautiful twist of the general houseplant. She has chosen to doodle pink plants instead of green plants! I love this creative switch up to successfully keep a theme up! Massive props.

    If you love these layouts and want more bullet journaling ideas to check out my plan-with-me posts and my Instagram where I post all my layouts!

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             You had been out at the localdiner, sitting by the window with a pile of essay papers in front of you and adrink in your hand that you were swirling with your finger. A strand of hairfell in front of your eye and you delicately reached up and placed it backbehind your ear, your French-manicured fingertips resting on your cheek, stillintact from your last “girl’s night in” with your friends at your house. Youwere almost always busy with practices for something, always helping otherpeople or working your butt off at whatever you were doing, so it was nice toget a little time to yourself amongst all the crazy. You had actually been outfor lunch with a few other people, but when they had finished their meals andleft, you had decided to stay back and work on your latest AP Lit essay.

         It wasalmost odd how you had adjusted back into regular life after all the UpsideDown insanity. One moment you had been worried about whether you would be ableto fit in going to the big “party of the year” with all your other friends betweenbeing the lead in the musical, maintaining your straight A’s, writing your nextarticle as president of the school newspaper, cheerleading practice, volunteeringat the animal shelter, tutoring, and helping your brother Dustin and hisfriends with their AV Club, and the next minute Will Byers was missing and youhad to drop everything and fight to save not only yourself and your brother’slives, but the whole world.

         Now, hereyou were again, only a little while after it seemed, and for the most part, youwere okay. Still a straight A student, still almost guaranteed to be acceptedinto an Ivy League college, still the most loved and one of the most popularpeople in school. You had a personality that drew people into you, you werekind, you laughed a lot, you were happy.After all that had happened, you were still happy.

You still had nightmares, ofcourse. Sometimes those horrible flashbacks of the Upside Down would come backto you and you’d wake up in a cold sweat, sobbing and screaming your head off.But, you always knew when you woke up that no matter how real it seemed, nomatter how petrified you were, all you needed to do was pick up the phone onyour nightstand and call Steve and he’d be there immediately. You loved yourbrother and his friends with all your heart, but no matter how many awkward, comfortinghugs Dustin gave you, it never made you feel as safe as Steve did, just holdingyou in his arms and letting you cry into his chest. So, with shaking hands, youalways picked up the phone and dialed the number you knew by heart, and inminutes he would be at your windowsill, arms wide open for you to run into.

         Steve hadbeen your rock through this whole thing. You two had never been close before,only friends that occasionally talked as they passed each other in the hallway.But after you had both almost died protecting each other, it had pushed the twoof you together. Now, he was easily your best friend in the world. No one atschool really knew what had happened, one day you two had been acquaintancesand the next you were inseparable, but everyone could tell how much you caredfor each other and were happy for you.

         You had toadmit that over the last few weeks you had fallen for Steve, much more than youever intended. He had been with Nancy, up until a few days ago, and it wasn’tright for you to feel the way you did about him. But, you couldn’t help thatevery time he walked into a room and saw you, his eyes would light up and agrin would stretch across his face, sending your heart pounding a million timesan hour. You fell more for him every day, and you knew you had already passedthe point of turning back.

         So now asyou sat in your oversized NYU sweatshirt, your hair falling in waves framingyour face, you stared out the window and thought of Steve Harrington. You heardyour finger clicking your pen in a steady rhythm, which was mostly covered upby the thick fabric of your sweatshirt enveloping your hand. You should havebeen writing about the “critical role Atticus played in ‘To Kill aMockingbird’”, but all you could think about was Steve’s arms wrapped aroundyou and his eyes looking into yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiled downat you. It was a look that you knew too well, one that sent butterfliesexploding in your stomach every time.

         Somehow inyour daydreaming, you hadn’t noticed that Steve himself’s truck had flown intothe parking lot of the diner—at least not until Dustin leapt out of thepassenger seat, came running into the diner, whipped his head around until hesaw you, ran towards your table, and started grabbing all your papers as fastas he could.

         “Dustin? Dustin, what the hell are youdoing? What are you doing with my stuff—why are you here in Steve’s truck?” youcried out, to no answer. “Dustin Henderson, I swear to God, if you don’t tellme what’s going on right now—”

         “Y/N, I’mreally sorry, there’s no time to explain, but I need you to get in the truck right now.”

         You staredat him for a second, and then you saw the look in his eyes and nodded. “Okay,Dusty, I’m coming.” You pulled a five dollar bill out of your pocket, set itdown on the table, grabbed your papers from Dustin’s arms, shoved them in yourbag, and ran out the door after him.

 ~

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           You werecrouched inside the dingy bus in the junkyard, Steve and Dustin next to you,with Lucas and your brother’s new friend Max up on top. Dustin was sitting in aseat across from you, his head in his hands as he isolated himself fromeveryone else. You were sitting on the floor about a foot from Steve, andalthough your heart was racing at being in such close proximity to him, yourconcern for your little brother overruled all your other emotions. You lookedover at Steve with worried eyes, only for him to smile at you, lift your handwith both of his, and hold it between his palms. He mouthed the words, “he’sokay” to you, and you instantly relaxed, smiling at him.

         After asecond, Steve seemed to realize what he was doing, and awkwardly looked down,gently placing your hand back on your lap and nervously trying to play off whathe had naturally done. You hadn’t noticed his heart begin to pound as your skinhad come in contact with his own.

         With asmile, you scooched closer to him until you were against him and laid your headon his shoulder, wrapping your soft sleeves around his arm. Looking up at him,you saw that he was grinning down at you with adoration. You gazed into hiseyes for a minute, studying their warm, chocolate-like hue, as he gazed backinto yours, both of you holding an intense stare. It seemed like it should havebeen awkward, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt…right. His mouthfell slightly open as he looked down at you, just enough that it made yourealize that the gap between your faces was much smaller than you realized,your noses almost touching.

         Youself-consciously averted your eyes to the floor, breaking the connectionbetween you. You felt both yourself and him let out a breath that neither ofyou knew you were holding, before you felt his warm fingertips against yourcheek, gently directing your face so you were looking at him again.

         “Y/N…” wasall he breathed out, his voice slightly shaky.

         Your headwas tilted up right at him, both your hearts pounding out of your chests, whena loud sound like a roar echoed through the air, and the two of you, startled,jumped apart and rushed to the barred-in window, along with Dustin.

         “You seehim?” your brother whispered, looking up towards Steve.

         “No,” wasthe reply, almost inaudible, as Steve’s eyes scanned over the area.

         Dustin whippedaround, directing his voice to where he knew Lucas and Max were on top of thebus.

         “Lucas,what’s going on?”

         “Hold on!”you heard Lucas yell back after a few seconds. “I’ve got eyes! 10 o’clock! 10o’clock!”

         Through thefog, you saw a large, dark shape, and heard a small growl. Looking up, youwhispered as quietly as you could, “Steve—Steve, I see it.”

         Steve lookeddown at you, and although most people wouldn’t even notice it, you saw fear inhis eyes. Unconsciously, you reached out and laced your fingers with his own,squeezing his hand in reassurance.

         “What’s hedoing?” you heard Dustin say from the other side of the tall, brown-haired boy,who only shook his head subtly and whispered that he didn’t know.

         A fewseconds passed, and you heard Steve’s voice rush out the words, “He’s nottaking the bait—Y/N, why isn’t he taking the bait?”

         Your brotherpiped up quietly again, “Maybe he’s not hungry.”

         At thatmoment, the realization hit both you and Steve at the same time, and you lookedup into his slowly widening eyes. “Maybe he’s sick of cow,” he said.

         He backedaway from the window, dropping your hand, and standing by the ladder for a merefew seconds, before turning around and picking up his baseball bat and thelighter.

         “Steve—Steve,what are you doing? Steve?” you whispered, every word gaining speed as yourealized what he was going to do.

         “Just…beready,” he said, throwing the lighter into Dustin as he stared at Steve withwide eyes.

         He turnedaround and stood in front of the door. You felt tears start to gather in youreyes, tears of fear for the boy you knew you were in love with. “Steve,please…” you said, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.

         His eyesconnected with yours for a second, and you saw a million different emotions inhis eyes before he turned around, and slowly pushed open the door.

         His bat wasraised behind his head like he was ready to take a swing, and you saw him flipit around for a second in front of him before returning it to its position.

         After aminute, he whistled a few times, and you heard his voice saying the words,“Come on, buddy,” before whistling again.

         At thatmoment, Max came scrambling down the ladder, asking Dustin what Steve wasdoing, but you tuned out his response, focusing all your energy on praying thathe was going to be okay.

         “C’mon, it’sdinnertime. Human tastes better than cat, I promise,” you heard Steve say froma few yards away from Dart.

         You lookedto your left to see Max whisper through the chainmail, “He’s insane”, only tohave a massive grin stretch across Dustin’s face as he replied, “He’s awesome.”

         You felt aninvoluntary smile grow across your own face before whispering to yourself,“Yeah, he is.” You didn’t notice Dustin and Max’s small smiles as they lookedover at you, staring out the window through the rusty chainmail at him withcomplete adoration in your eyes.

         Until thefog cleared, and you could see a ripple go through Dart’s body as he inchedcloser to Steve.

         You couldphysically feel Steve’s fear, see his wide eyes and the terror seize his bodyeven though you could only see his back. You knew because he had stoppedswinging his bat.

         “Steve,watch out!” you heard Lucas shriek through the bus.

         “I’m alittle busy here!” Steve’s voice had yelled back.

         And then yousaw them. Both the demo-dogs sneaking up behind Steve, flanking him on threesides.

         “STEVE!” youcried automatically, screaming your lungs out to make sure he heard you. Thesecond he heard your voice, he whipped around, his eyes completely vulnerable.“STEVE, THERE’S TWO MORE! BEHIND YOU!”

         Just likethat, he was swinging to protect his life, the things pouncing at him as hetried to knock them away.

         “STEVE!”Dustin screamed, running out of the bus. “Steve, abort, abort!”

         He rolledover a car, knocking away a demo-dog just in time as all the kids started toscream for him to run, waving their hands for him to get to the door.

         “He’s notgoing to make it,” you whispered to yourself. “Not on his own.”

         You rippedoff your sweatshirt and threw it to the ground, leaving you in a gray tank top,before you picked a heavy metal crowbar off the ground, spinning it in yourhand before pushing your way through the kids, all yelling your name, and runningout to Steve.

“Y/N!” he screamed, turningaround and locking his terrified eyes with yours for only a second before ademo-dog ran up to his right and he hit it away.

He didn’t see Dart leapingtowards him from his left, not until too late, as he whipped around and saw thecreature in the air, about to rip him apart. You ran up to him with all thespeed you possibly had, swinging your crowbar in a perfect arc with so muchforce that the thing was thrown through the air and collapsed against the sideof a car with a thwack, leaving amassive dent in the door.

Steve was staring at you withhis mouth agape, and you heard Dustin yell the words, “THAT’S MY SISTER!” fromthe bus. That was when Dart and the others started to move again, and yougrabbed Steve’s hand, sprinting and pulling him along behind you as fast as youpossibly could, dodging the creatures flying at you from all directions, bothof you diving into the bus with all the might you had and throwing yourselvesagainst the metal floor, just as the demo-dogs all jumped at the door together.Dustin, Lucas, and Max immediately slammed the bus door shut as you and Stevecovered it with scrap metal, Steve protectively wrapping his arm around you andholding the sheet there with his legs.

The kids were all yelling overeach other in chaos, but the only thing you could fully understand was Lucasyelling, “THEY CAN’T GET IN, THEY CAN’T!”

         Just as hesaid it the scrap metal went flying back and the kids went running away fromthe door, Steve pushing you behind him and jumping in front of you, hittingaway the demo-dog with his bat as Dustin frantically called for help over hisheadset. You rushed over to Dustin, Lucas, and Max, as dents appeared in themetal next to them as the demo-dogs threw themselves at every possibleentrance, lifting up your crowbar to protect them.

         The kidswere yelling their heads off, and you heard loud stomping on the roof as dentsappeared there, too, before Max screamed at the top of her lungs from beneaththe ladder, where a demo-dog was reaching its head in through the openemergency exit.

         Steve wasthere in an instant, screaming your name and pushing all the kids and youbehind him. You wrapped your arms around them, even though they were all fairlyclose to your size, holding them to you and protecting them. Steve wasscreaming at the thing, his bat raised above his head, about to swing, when theroaring stopped. The demo-dog lifted its head, let a screech out into the nightair, and just like that, it took off, sprinting away with all the others. Thebus shook back and forth under the weight of the things, but after a minute,Steve’s bat cautiously lowered, and he turned around.

         He walkedacross the bus and out the door again with it lifted behind his shouldercarefully, scanning the junkyard to make sure they were really gone.

         “What. Happened,”Lucas said, walking towards the door.

         “I…I don’tknow,” was Max’s reply.

         “Stevescared them off,” Dustin whispered in awe from the doorway.

         Steve turnedaround, finally lowering his bat for real. “No. No way.” He paused, looking atthe kids. “They’re going somewhere.”

         The kidsstarted talking to each other nervously, as Steve’s bat dropped from his handand hit the ground. You could see how drained he was, see the remnants of theadrenaline that had been pushing him through his fear disappearing.

And just like that, you letgo. You walked past the kids, all sitting in front of the door, and wentstraight to Steve’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his jacket, holding him astight as you could, as if at any second the world would be torn apart and youcould be separated. You felt his warm arms wrap around you, too, pulling youagainst him as much as he could, leaning down and burying his face in yourhair. You heard a small noise come from Steve, and it only took you a second torealize that he had let out a small sob.

This was your Steve. Most ofthe world looked and saw him as “King Steve”, the handsome athlete that wasclearly always so tough and strong, never subjecting himself to emotions oranything worth anything. But, this was the side of Steve that he only ever showedto you, the side no one else had ever seen of him. This vulnerable, innocentboy that just needed someone to hold him and tell him that everything was goingto be okay.

Even when he was with Nancy,he never went to her for anything like this. It was always you. That was how hehad known that he was in love with you. He had been with Nancy for only alittle while when he had realized it. But, you were too good for him. No matterhow much he loved you, you’d never go for him, so he never did anything aboutit. He just stayed with Nancy, even though it hurt him every day to even thinkabout you with other people, or anyone other than him.

You wrapped your arms aroundhim even tighter, reassuring him that you were there, that it was okay, that hehad saved you and the kids and that he was safe with you. He started shaking,wracked with sobs just out of shock for what had happened. You knew if youhadn’t been here, he would have just held it in, stayed strong for yourbrother, Max, and Lucas.

And then you started to crywith him: because of the pain you felt from head to toe, the surely developingbruises and scratches you had sustained, because only two hours ago you wereeating with friends and now you had almost watched the love of your life diewithout him even knowing how you felt, because if not for your stupid impulsethat you hadn’t even thought about before doing, Steve, your brother, Max,Lucas, and you all would have died, because that horrible thing out there had eaten the cat you’d had and loved for eightyears and slept next to every night, then almost killed everyone here, andbecause everything seemed to be crashing down on you and you didn’t know whatto do.

So, there you were: two peopleunwittingly, completely in love with each other, clutching onto each other likeyour lives depended on it, you crying into his shirt as he sobbed into yourhair, all as three kids you loved with all your heart sat and watched the twoof you solemnly, feeling every emotion the two of you felt and seeing theobvious one neither of you knew the other carried.

 ~

           “Is thisreally necessary?” Steve groaned, holding the dead demo-dog’s body in his armswith a disgusted look on his face.

         “Seriously,Dusty, I love you and all, but this is—this is absolutely disgusting,” yousaid, standing between the two boys next to the fridge, looking back and forthbetween the pile of Joyce Byers’ food and shelving on the floor and thecreature in Steve’s arms.

         “Yes, it is,okay? This is a groundbreaking scientificdiscovery, we can’t just bury it like a common mammal, okay, it’s not a dog!”Your brother sped through his words, which you weren’t sure were directed atyou or Steve.

         Stevestepped forward towards the fridge, only muttering, “Fine, but you’re explainingthis to Ms. Byers, alright?”

         He tried toawkwardly shove the thing in the fridge, making you cringe as the disgustingslime spread all over, continuously hitting into everything and knocking thefew remaining food products around. “Dustin, door, door, door, door, door,” heyelled, not turning around as Dustin ran up and closed the door, creating adisgusting squelch sound as the thingwas successfully pushed in.

         “Okay,”Steve breathed out, affectionately moving Dustin’s hat around on his head beforewalking into the next room, leaving you smiling at your two favorite boys.

         You took aminute to put the remnants of the Byers’ food back on their table, making sureeverything salvageable was there so they could find it before you walked backinto the room where everyone else was.

         “Right, somy point is—” you walked in to see all the kids staring expectantly at Steveand you leaned against the doorway, smiling at him. “Yeah, we’re on the bench,so there’s nothing we can do.”

         After apause, you heard your brother’s voice. “That’s not entirely true.” Everyone,including you and Steve looked at him. “The demo-dogs, they have a hive mind.When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

         The kids allstarted talking over each other with different tidbits of information andthings that you could do before Steve interrupted them, throwing his hands upin the air. “Yeah, and then we all die.”

         “That’s onepoint of view,” your brother said.

         “What? No,that’s not a point of view, that’s a fact!” Steve cried.

         Mike turnedand started walking through the house, pointing out the main location of thehive mind and where the demo-dogs would be called to, as Dustin, Max, Lucas,and him all started yelling over each other. All you could make out wereclippings of words like the Mind-Flayer and the gate, before Steve yelled overthem all, clapping his hands.

         “Hey! Hey!Hey! This is not happening. No, no, no, no, no, no buts. I promised to keep youshitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, onthe bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Okay, doeseverybody understand that?”

         “This isn’ta stupid sports game!” Mike yelled.

         “I said,does everybody understand that? I need a yes.”

         The roomwent quiet for a minute before Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all turned to lookat you.

         “What—whatare you guys all looking at me for?”

         “What do yousay, Y/N?” Mike asked.

         “Yeah, yourword holds just as much power as Steve’s,” Max said.

         “Well, duh,she’s the only one the dipshit’ll listen to,” your brother mumbled, earning asmack on the back of the head from a blushing Steve, which, luckily, you hadn’tnoticed.

         “Guys, I…”you paused, realizing how intensely they were all staring at you, Steve’s eyespleading. “Steve’s right. It’s—it’s too dangerous.” All the kids looked down atthe ground, and a heavy, dead silence filled the room for only a few secondsbefore you spoke again. “But…” Their heads shot up. “We…we’ve all alreadyfought off this many deadly monsters tonight. I mean, we do have a deadDemogorgon shoved in the freaking fridge over there. And…if we have a chance,right here, right now, to save our friends, to save our families, to save thewhole damn world—I say we take it. It’s not smart, in fact, it’s stupid andballsy as hell, Steve’s right about that, but…after all I’ve seen and all youguys have seen, I’m willing to grab my crowbar and go save our friends. I’mready to kill those sons of bitches once and for all.”

         There wassilence for only a second before your brother erupted in applause. “Hear,hear!”

         Steve lookedat you for a second before looking down at the ground, smiling and shaking hishead. “O-okay.” The kids all whipped around, gaping at him. “I still hate this plan, don’t get me wrong, andI’d do anything to stop you all from doing it, but I know for a fact that onceY/N’s set on something, there’s no backing her down. So, I’m with youshitheads.” Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, mouthing a silent thank you.

         A noise likean engine came from outside, and you saw Max turn around and run to the window,fear written across her face.

         “It’s mybrother. He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me.” She turned to Lucas. “He’llkill us.”

         “Max…” yousaid quietly. “Your brother, is he—”

         “BillyHargrove.”

You looked up at Steve to seethat he was already looking down at you. Without thinking about it, he quicklykissed you on the forehead and walked out the front door, leaving you staringafter him.

You watched them through thefront door peephole, as Steve slowly approached Billy and they talked. Stevewas loyal to a fault, you had no doubt he was out there sarcastically defendingyou and the kids, doing everything he could to keep Billy’s attention on himand not on who could be inside the house.

You hated Billy Hargrove witha passion. Every day he would grab your ass, or catcall you in the hallways, oroffer you certain “extracurricular activities” you continuously told him youweren’t interested in. And in all honesty, if not for Steve, you’d be afraid ofhim. He wasn’t just some stupid guy hitting on you. He was smart, andcalculating, and evil, and you knew he had no problem with taking whatever hewanted. But, for all the hate you carried for Billy, Steve had quadruple it,and you knew you were fine with him around.

You saw Billy blow a puff ofcigarette smoke into Steve’s face, and you turned to see the kids, only torealize that they were looking through the window in almost unmissable view.

Panicked, you whisper-shouted,“No! Guys, get down!”, but it was too late. Billy had seen them. Both he andSteve turned to face the window, Steve’s mouth clearly saying the words “ohshit”, before he turned around and Billy’s fist connected with his jaw,knocking him to the ground.

You whipped around. “Guys, Ineed you to back up right now, get behind me and go hide—” You were cut off bythe sound of the door being thrown open behind you.

You turned around, eyes wide.

“Damn, L/N, is that you?” hesmirked. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with Harrington and mystepsister, but let me tell you, this skin-tight tank top, hot, action movielook is really working for you.” He stepped closer to you until he was loomingover you, his face only an inch from yours.

You opened your mouth to saysomething when Billy saw Lucas behind you and stepped away from you.

“I thought I told you to stayaway from him,” he said to Max, gesturing to Lucas.

“Billy—”

“You disobeyed me. And youknow what happens when you disobey me. I break stuff.”

Just like that, he picked upLucas, lifted him up, and slammed him against the cabinet as hard as he could.All the kids started screaming over each other as you yelled, “Billy, no!”

Without even thinking aboutit, you turned and picked up the first thing you saw, a frying pan, lifted itbehind your right shoulder, and swung it as hard as you could, right intoBilly’s head.

Disoriented, he dropped Lucasto the ground, before turning around and focusing on you. You were happy to seethat there was blood dripping down his forehead.

He lifted you up by the waistimmediately, forcing your legs around his waist as he shoved you against thewall, holding your wrists so you couldn’t move. He was pressed up against you,you tightly wrapped around him with your tank top riding up and exposing your stomach,against your will, his face right in front of yours as you shrieked for thekids to run.

“DUSTIN, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!GET STEVE AND GO, PLEASE!”

With a smirk, Billy kissedyour neck as you screamed, before harshly pushing his lips against yours, silencingyou.

You heard Dustin start toyell, “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” before he was cut off by your hero coming tosave the day.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MYGIRLFRIEND!” Steve yelled, angrier than you had ever heard anyone in your life,before he ripped Billy off of you, punching him in the face as hard as he couldand knocking him to the ground.

Girlfriend?Was that what he just said?

You slid down the wall,hitting the floor, but not before Billy turned around and grinned wickedly atyou one more time, picking a plate up off the ground and smashing it on top ofyour head quicker than Steve had a chance to stop it.

Steve’s cry of “Y/N!” and aloud crunch as Billy’s fist connected with his face again was the last thingyou heard before everything went black.

 ~

 Steve’s eyes opened slowly,everything a blurry mess. His face felt worse than anything he had felt before,it was like he had been run over by a bulldozer a million times over again. Hewas breathing heavily through his mouth—his nose was too bloody, and everybreath seemed to make his head pound even more. His eyes were both half closed,bruised shut, but he still tried his best to look around and figure out wherehe was.

“Y/N?” he muttered, looking tohis left to see that it was not, in fact, Y/N, but Mike, who was giving him themost confused look he had ever seen a kid wear.

Steve groaned, reaching up totouch his face, only to have Dustin’s hand pull his away, speaking in a softvoice. “Hey, hey, don’t touch, okay?” The words echoed through Steve’s ringingears, making it seem like a hallucination. He looked over to see what he wassure was Dustin’s blurry face. “Hey, buddy. Shhh...shhh…” Steve closed his eyesfor a moment. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up agood fight, buddy, okay, you’re okay.”

“Y/N…Dustin, where’s Y/N…”Steve groaned, trying to make sense of everything.

“God, you’re out of it,”Dustin laughed quietly. “And whipped for my sister. She’s okay, buddy, yousaved her, okay? She’s just unconscious. Trust me when I say she’s in way better shape than you are right now.Like, if she was out of your league before, now—”

“Dustin…where…” Steve tried toget out the words, but mostly just mumbled incoherently.

“Dude, you’re literally layingon top of her right now.”

With all the effort he had,Steve moved his head to look up, realizing that his head was resting on your lap.Your eyes were shut, your mouth slightly open, only a little bit of dried bloodcircling your forehead. But otherwise, you were okay. You were fine. Steve letout a sigh of relief, which sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. Herealized that there was a blood stain across your stomach, staining the grayfabric, and only panicked for a second before realizing it came from himself.

Suddenly, you coughed for air,your eyes slowly fluttering open. You were a little dizzy and everything wasstill sort of spinning, but otherwise everything was okay. You heard yourbrother’s voice from beside you make some joke about being glad Sleeping Beautycould join us, before you looked down and saw Steve’s head in your lap.

For a second, you were justoverjoyed that he was there, that he was okay, but then you saw the shape hewas in and gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Steve…”

He groaned and you winced,knowing the immense pain he must have been in. “...Hen…der…son?” he coughed,choking on his own blood. You had to use every bit of nerve you had in you notto cry. “You…you o-okay?” He winced at the ringing in his own ears, looking upat you with pained eyes.

You nodded at him and smiledsweetly, gently running your fingers through his hair without thinking.“Yeah…I’m okay, Harrington. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.” You paused.“You know, even covered in rainbow band-aids, you have no idea how happy I amto see that pretty face of yours.”

He tried to smile, but endedup groaning at the pain it put his face in. “You…think I’m…pretty?”

You grinned at him, shakingyour head. “Of course that’s what you got from that.” All of a sudden your headstarted pounding and you grimaced, lifting your hand to your forehead. Stevewas still looking at you with groggy concern until he realized that- if youweren’t driving and he wasn’t, someone else was.

He heard Lucas’ voice ringingthrough his head from the passenger seat, giving driving instructions, and withmore alertness than he had had this whole time, he looked forward to see asmall redheaded girl at the wheel.

“Whas…whas going ong…” hisvoice came out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Steve, what—” you looked up,your eyes getting wide. “Oh my god. Oh mygod.”

“Hey guys, relax, she candrive,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mikeyelled.

“That counts!” Lucas chimedin.

“Oh my god,” Steve criedagain, clearly panicking, his words slurring together more and more by thesecond. You were gripping onto him, trying not to panic yourself.

“Look, Y/N’s got a really badconcussion, and Steve’s pretty self-explanatory, so what were our options?”your brother cried, waving his hands in the air.

“No. Oh my god. Nooo,” Steveslurred faster, everything sounding like a garbled mess.

“Hey, look, they all wanted toleave you behind and just bring Y/N, but I said you’d be cool.”

“Noooo!” Steve moaned,freaking out.

“Max, what’s going on?” youcried as she slammed on the gas, accelerating the car forward faster than you’dever seen, other than when Billy drove. “Max, what are you doing?”

“Oh my- whoaaaa, stop the car.Slow down,” Steve yelled, sounding slightly more like his regular voice thanbefore. You could see his eyes getting a little sharper.

“I told you he’d freak out!”Mike yelled.

“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed,gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it.

“MAX, PLEASE!” you pleaded,your pounding head stopping you from thinking straight. “Max, stop!”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” sheyelled as the car hit 90 mph. “I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!”

“THAT’S MT. SINAI, MAKE ALEFT!” Lucas yelled.

“WHAT?”

“MAKE A LEFT!”

Max swerved to the left,throwing everyone in the car forward, including you. You were thrown onto thefloor, laying right on top of Steve, your noses almost touching as the carrocketed in the other direction, hitting a sign that went flying over the car,denting the roof, as the car somehow sped up more, whizzing around the corner.

It was chaos: everyone screamingover each other, Lucas’ high and loud enough to break glass as Steve yelledunderneath you, his voice going in and out like crazy. While you screamed hisname, his arms instinctively wrapped around you like a seatbelt, your faceburying itself in the crook of his neck. The car kept flying forward until itcame to an abrupt stop, causing your brother and Mike to collapse to the flooron either sides of you as Steve frantically clutched at the seats, threw hishead back, and yelled something that sounded like an “AHHH HELLOOOOOOO”. Ittook you a minute to realize after the car stopped that they were all lookingat you and Steve, you on top of him as he held you tight against him, your haira mess as you clutched onto him like a life preserver. You blushed, awkwardly tryingto hide your face from Dustin.

“Y/N…” Steve coughed, hisvoice returned to normal, if not a little stuffy from his clogged nose. “Y/N,are you okay?”

“Yeah, Steve, I’m fine. We’refine.”

Everyone quickly piled out ofthe car, and you walked in front of it to see where Max had stopped whileeveryone else walked to the back and started searching through the trunk forsupplies. You were in the middle of one of the disgusting rotten pumpkinfields, only a few feet from a massive hole in the ground. Just looking at itmade your legs feel like lead, a sinking feeling of fear and dread filling youimmediately as the floating particles calmly passed by beneath you.

This was your worst nightmare,the thought of going back there again, the thought of being trapped by thishorrible place that you had no power against. This was the nightmare that wokeyou up almost every night, the nightmare that left you paralyzed until you hadenough courage to pick up the phone and call Steve. He had always promised thatit was over, that you’d never have to see it again, and that one day it wouldjust be a distant memory. Well, here you were, voluntarily walking straightback into it with him by your side.

Steve walked up behind you,your supplies in his hands, ready to pass over to you, when he saw you standingthere completely frozen, staring into the ground like it had some hold on you.You looked paralyzed, your eyes glazed over as you stared into it. Even on yourworst nights, he had never seen you like this. The supplies dropped to theground immediately as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you andturning you around to face him, holding you to him. “We’re gonna be okay,” hewhispered in your ear, and you nodded.

The kids started walking pastyou with full cans of gasoline, but neither of you paid any attention. You juststood there, hugging each other, until your brother’s voice forced you to stepapart.

“Steve,” Dustin said frombehind you. “Look, man, I know you’re still upset about this, and before youyell and scream and throw things or do anything you possibly can to keep usfrom going into that hellhole again, just listen to me. When a party member isin danger, it’s our duty to protect that party member. Now, you promised tokeep us safe. So—” he said, holding the nailed baseball bat forward for Steveto grab. “Keep us safe.”

Steve looked at you and thenback at Dustin before nodding, reaching forward, and taking the bat, givingyour brother a clap on the back.

Before you knew it, all thesupplies were on, and Steve was going down the hole, landing on the ground witha soft thud. You were next, a crowbar in one hand, a gun on your belt, alighter in your pocket, and your face shielded by goggles and a handkerchief.Steve turned around, opening his arms to catch you when you got to the bottomof the rope, knowing you had almost an extra foot more than him to fall becauseof your height. You slid down the rope almost expertly, falling through the airand hitting the ground by yourself gracefully on both feet, swinging thecrowbar around and sticking it on your belt, smirking at Steve’s slightlyshocked expression. Despite your landing, his arms had still naturally ended uparound your waist, and the two of your faces were only an inch apart.

“Well, looks like someone cantake care of herself,” he chuckled through the handkerchief, his voice a littlemuffled.

“Don’t worry, I can still findtime to take care of you, too,” you laughed.

“You know, I’m hurt, Y/N.After all we’ve been through together—” he joked, mockingly covering his heartwith one of his hands, leaving the other on your waist.

You looked down at his handand smiled. “Now, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me here,Harrington,” you joked, gesturing to him holding you. Even in the darkness, youcould see his light blush as he awkwardly stepped away, mumbling an apology.“Steve, hey, I’m just kidding,” you said, reaching a hand up to cup one side ofhis face. Even though his mouth was covered, you saw his eyes crinkle in a grinas he brought both his hands up to your face, pulling you closer, too.

“Hey, lovebirds, a little helpgetting me down here?” your brother’s voice cut through the air, making youjump apart.

“I…I got it,” Steve said,walking over to the rope, looking down.

Soon enough, everyone was downthe hole and you were walking through the tunnels next to your brother, who wascarrying three different cans of gasoline and looking like a lunatic.

You had only been walking fora little while, but it had felt like forever. You didn’t know if it was the waytime worked down here or if it was just your anxiety about what was to comethat seemed like it was dragging everything out. You had taken Max and Dustinunder your wing, while Steve was with Lucas and Mike, walking ahead.

“Why don’t you just ask herout?” Mike had asked nonchalantly, looking up at Steve.

“What?”

“Y/N. Why don’t you just askher out? Look, dude, I’m not upset about it just because you and my sister justbroke up. She’s happier than ever, no offense. You were both obviously wrongfor each other, she’s been in love with Jonathan forever, and everyone knowshow long you’ve been in love with Y/N. Hell, I’m pretty sure Nancy even knewwhen she asked you out. So I don’t know why you don’t just ask out Y/N.”

“Look, it’s—it’s not thatsimple, okay? Yeah, I’ve been in love with Y/N forever, but…I’m not just goingto ask her out and throw away my best friend in the world when I don’t have achance in hell at her saying yes.”

“You’re kidding me, right?Please tell me you’re joking,” Lucas said.

“What do you mean, tell youI’m joking? That’s the truth!”

“How do you not know?”

“Not know what, dipshit?”

“How can’t you tell she’s inlove with you, too?”

“Because she’s not!”

“Of course she is! Everybodyin the world knows it!” Mike chimed in.

“No, she’s not!”

“Dude, I guarantee you thateveryone thinks you’re a couple, tells you that you should be a couple, or issad for you guys that you’re not a couple yet. Dustin’s probably told you amillion times, and he’s her brother, he’d know—”

“Lucas, she doesn’t love me!I’m her best friend, and that’s it, okay?!”

“Why the hell are you so surethat she’s not in love with you?” Lucas yelled.

“Because if a girl I was withfor a year couldn’t learn to love me and could lie to me about it so easily,how the hell am I supposed to think anyone could love me, let alone the mostperfect human being on the planet?”

There was silence for a momentbefore Mike spoke. “Steve, that’s not—"

“She’s perfect, guys. She’s the smartest, kindest, most talented,beautiful person I know—”

“Also badass,” Lucas cut in.

“Also badass—and she can haveany guy she wants! She’s the only person in this whole damn world that really caresabout me, who’s ever cared about me, and I- I love her so much, I don’t knowwhat I’d do if I lost her just because I’m a fucking idiot that ruinedeverything for a chance to tell her how I feel!”

It was quiet for a minute, andthen Lucas’ voice cut through the silence.

“Steve, that’s literally thestupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

“Well, you know what, it’s notlike you two can talk! You and that Max chick, and you pining after Eleven fora year and not doing anything about it when she comes back—forgive me if I’mnot about to take relationship advice from two little kids that don’t knowanything!”

“You know, Steve, you’re upsetright now, but it’s not our fault if you’re so stubborn and self-deprecatingthat you’re ruining your own life. And hers,” Mike said quietly.

Meanwhile, about twenty feetbehind the boys, you were walking along with a silent Max and Dustin, trying tothink about anything other than Steve. Looking down, you shook your head,kicking yourself for being so stupid. You hadn’t realized that Dustin hadnoticed.

When Steve was far enoughahead with Lucas and Mike that he wouldn’t hear you, Dustin turned to you.

“He’s in love with you, youknow.”

You turned to face him.“What?”

“Steve is head over heels,idiotically, completely and utterly in love with you.”

“Dustin—no, bud. I don’t knowwhat could possibly have given you that idea—”

“He told me.”

“Wait, what?” You stopped.

“He told me. It wasn’t like wedidn’t all already know, all he does is talk about you like you built thefriggin sky and stare at you when you’re not looking and do anything he can tomake you happy. I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out months ago. Iguarantee you anyone who’s ever even seen you two within twenty feet of eachother could tell you that.”

“Dustin, he—not like that.Even if he said he loved me, I’m sure he meant in just a friendly way, we’rebest friends, Dusty, it’s—”

“Y/N, I love you with all myheart, but you’re so blind. I’m literally telling you that the boy you’re inlove with has been in love with you for a year. He only started dating Nancy totry to get his mind off you because he didn’t think he had a chance, but itdidn’t take him long to realize that he couldn’t just fall out of love withyou! He doesn’t even know why he stayed with her for as long as he did, becauseboth of them were miserable the whole time, with her pining after Jonathan andhim freaking head over heels for you. I don’t know why you’re trying to fightit—”

Finally, you had hit yourbreaking point. “Because I’m scared, Dustin! I’m terrified because I’m so damnin love with him I’d do anything for him, and I’m scared that if maybe he doesfeel the same way as me, but it’s just because right now he misses Nancy and ina few weeks when he gets over her he’ll leave me and I’ll just be left asthis—this broken mess of a human being! And I don’t know if I’d be able to pickmyself back up. Not—not again, Dusty.” You took a breath. “Not that he feelsthe same way as me, anyway. Just…hypothetically, obviously.”

Dustin was quiet. He knew whatyou were saying was completely wrong, that Steve loved you way too much to everdo that to you, but he said nothing. You didn’t want to talk about it, and hewouldn’t push you. He just hoped somehow Steve had heard you and knew you feltthe same way.

You walked in silence for aminute or two. About a minute in, Max had reached over and grabbed your hand,and now you were just looking around, staring at the floating particlessurrounding you and willing yourself to believe that you could get all the kidsout of this okay.

“HELP! HELP!” you heard Mike’svoice screaming up ahead. On instinct, you started sprinting forward, alreadypulling your gun out of your pocket just in case.

Up ahead, you saw him. He wason the ground, one of those tentacle-like tendrils wrapping its way around hisleg. “Y/N! Steve!” he yelled.

Both you and Steve ran in fromseparate tunnels, sprinting over to Mike. Steve started hitting the tendril ashard as he could with his baseball bat, but it would only split for a secondbefore joining back together.

“Steve, stop,” you told him,looking up into his scared eyes. “Back up a second.”

You pulled the gun out of yourpocket and aimed it directly at Mike’s leg.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“Mike, don’t move.” And withthat instruction, you pulled the trigger, blowing the tentacle off his leg inan instant.

All the kids were staring atyou, their mouths agape. “How did you—”

“I have no idea. I’ve neverused one of these things before.”

You thought Steve’s mouth hadhit the floor. “Well, hot damn, princess.”

Suddenly, you heard a loudroar, and you rushed in front of the kids, blocking them immediately.

Standing only a few feet infront of you was a demo-dog, snarling ferociously. Dustin pushed you aside,stepping in front of you.

“Dustin? Dustin, what areyou—”

“Y/N, it’s Dart.”

You stepped back cautiously asDustin marched up to the thing, immediately grabbing Steve’s hand. He lookedover at you with shining eyes, squeezing your hand to reassure you Dustin wasgoing to be okay.

“Hey, Dart,” Dustin saidsoftly, kneeling down in front of it. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s Dustin.”

You gripped Steve’s handharder, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s Dust—” he was cutoff as Dart’s face opened up and the demo-dog let out a ferocious screech,making you jump back in shock and fear as Steve’s grip naturally tightened onyou, steadying you as your hand flew to your mouth.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorryabout the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do.” Dart steppedaway, almost as if he could understand him.

“You hungry? Yeah,” yourbrother laughed, slipping off his backpack. “I’ve got our favorite. Nougat.” Helifted a Three Musketeers bar to show the creature.

Dustin started to unwrap it,laying a chunk of the chocolate bar down in front of Dart with one hand whilewaving with the other for the rest of you to walk by. Automatically, you pushedLucas, Max, and Mike in front of you, Steve and you following behind quicklybut cautiously. After a moment, Dustin stood up, adjusted his goggles, andfollowed the rest of you, leaving his once-pet to finish off the candy. Thesecond you were out of the way, you whipped around, throwing your arms aroundyour little (almost taller than you) brother, whispering “don’t ever scare melike that again” in his ear before letting him go.

When the two of you looked up,you realized what the others already had—you were standing at one of theentrances of the “hive”. Steve was already sealing the walls and ceiling, whilethe others were grabbing their gasoline canisters and getting ready to startdumping. You nodded at Dustin, who grabbed his gasoline can and joined thekids, while you walked over to Steve and stood beside him.

“Are you okay?” you askedquietly, so he knew he didn’t have to worry about the others hearing.

“I’m fine—” he said instantly,his voice wavering before he paused and shook his head. “I’m terrified, Y/N.”

“Terrified?”

“Of letting you all down. Thatcoming down here really was a death trap and I’m about to get you and all theseincredible kids killed and it’ll be all my fault. Or that this is all fornothing and we’re all going to die anyway. I’m scared out of my mind, Y/N.”

“Steve…no matter what, Ijust…I want you to know that I—”

“Steve, Y/N, we’re ready togo!” Dustin yelled, cutting you off mid-sentence.

Steve took a deep breath.“Okay. Okay. Everybody get to the entrance of that tunnel over there. I’m gonnalight this fucker and the second that lighter goes in the air we’re going torun like hell. And no matter what, just getto the exit. Keep running until you’re out of here.” You couldn’t help butnotice him looking right at you at the last part.

Everyone followed Steve’sinstructions, bunching up next to the entrance and preparing to go. Sensing hisfear, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down towards you in a hug.“Steve, it’s okay. They’re going to be fine. They’re tough kids, this isn’ttheir first time down here. They’re gonna be okay.”

He pulled away so he couldlook you in the eyes, and you felt every defense you had put up to shieldyourself from your own fear collapse inward. “What about you?”

“Me?” you almost whispered.

“What if something happens toyou? What if I can’t get you out of here and it’s my fault?”

“Steve…we are going to make it out of this together. Both of us are going to go home tonight, and so are all four ofthese kids. We’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” he took a deep breath.“Okay guys, everybody get ready. I’m gonna count down from five, and then Ineed you guys to turn around and run like your asses depend on it. Ready? 5…4…3…2…1!”

The lighter hit the ground,and just like that, Steve’s hand was in yours, the room had burst into a fieryinferno, and you were running faster than you ever had before. Everything was ablur, only running and fear, until you and the kids saw the exit.

“Alright, guys,” you said.“I’m going to give each of you a boost and you’re going to climb out of here,okay?”

“Why not Steve? Isn’t hetaller and’ll get more leverage?” Dustin asked.

“Who’s the cheerleader here,Dusty? Alright, you first, come here. 1…2…3!” You pushed him up with all yourmight, getting him close enough to grab the ledge and pull himself through thehole. “Good job, bud. Okay, Mike…”

After all the kids were up,you turned to Steve. “So how are we going to do thi—”

You were cut off by somethingthat sounded like the roar of thunder, multiplied by three thousand. Shrill noisesfilled the air, and the second you heard it, you turned to Steve with wideeyes. “Steve, those are—”

And before you could evencomplete what you were saying, hundreds of demo-dogs burst into your view. “Ohmy god. Oh my god.” You felt panicked tears gathering in your eyes. “Steve,what do we do? What do we do, we can’t get up, there’s so many, I don’t know—”They were rapidly growing closer, only a few yards away at this point. A fewseconds to your death.

You looked up at him with wideeyes and whispered, “Steve, I—”

Before you could finish, hisarms flung around you, pressing you against him, and his lips crashed ontoyours.

And in that moment, there werehundreds of demo-dogs racing around you, brushing your legs and shrieking asyou were trapped in the deadly, otherworldly tunnels with seemingly no chanceof survival—but all you knew was your heartbeat beating so quickly alongsidehis.

Your arms wrapped around hisneck, your fingers tangling in his hair as your lips moved against his. And allthere was in the world was you and Steve and the feeling like you were flying.It wasn’t until all the demo-dogs had run past that you slowly separated, bothof you breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes in a mix of shockand adoration.

You looked at him inanticipation, waiting to hear the words that you had been hoping to come out ofhis mouth for a year. But all he said was, “I-I’m sorry,” before turning away,leaving your heart to sink to the floor.

 ~

 That night after everythingwas over and the world had been saved, Steve drove you and Dustin home,watching through the mirror as you curled up and slept on a wide-awake Dustin’sshoulder. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in dirt, blood, and slime,there was a gun connected to your belt, and you had been through literal helland back that night—but there you were, passing out on your brother’s shoulderand looking as beautiful as ever. After about five minutes, Dustin finallywhispered, “Why are you doing this to yourself and to Y/N?”

“What do you mean, Dustin?” hesaid, sounding completely drained.

“You keep pushing her away,thinking you’re not good enough for her to love you or some complete bullshitlike that, that you’re saving yourself the hurt. But, all you’re doing ishurting both of you in the process.”

The rest of the ride wassilent aside from your deep breaths.

 ~

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 It had been a few weeks fromthat night, and nothing had changed. Other than the fact that Eleven was back,Max was officially “part of the group”, Billy hit on you slightly less thanusual, and your nightmares were worse than ever before. But this time youdidn’t have Steve to get you through them.

You and Steve were still bestfriends, nothing had changed there. You were still inseparable. He was alwaysat your house, at your locker, driving you home, etc. But you just couldn’tbring yourself to pick up that phone and call him anymore after he had kissedyou. At school was fine, but at night, when you were alone in your bed, youcouldn’t bear to have him hold you and whisper in your ear and fall asleep nextto you, knowing that nothing would ever happen between the two of you becausehe was so appalled by kissing you he would apologize for doing it. And youdefinitely didn’t have the will to tell him that most of the time yournightmares were about losing him.

So, you told him thenightmares had stopped. And whenever he asked why you had black rings underyour eyes or hadn’t slept the night before, you lied.

That day was the middle schooldance, which you were volunteering at for your brother. Hence, you needed aquick ride home, and Steve was the man for the job.

As you climbed in the car, yousmiled at him, throwing your backpack to the floor. “Hey, beautiful,” he saidwith a smile.

“Hey, Mediocrity At Its Best,”you grinned. “You bringing my brother and I to the dance tonight?”

“You know it.”

“Great,” you smiled at him. Itwas just a small smile, but he lit up inside, knowing that that flash of whiteteeth and the happiness on your face had been caused by him. God, he was introuble.

You yawned, only thenrealizing the full extent of your exhaustion and the toll that going three dayswithout any sleep was taking on you. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I nap the wayhome? I’m so tired.”

“Yeah, go for it. Get in asmuch rest as you can. You know Dustin and the rest of them’ll be so hyper afterthe dance neither of us are gonna get to sleep tonight.”

You laughed a little. “Yeah,you’re right. Alright, ‘night Steve.”

He laughed, too. “Night, Y/N.”

As you closed your eyes, youalmost immediately sunk into a deep sleep. And, with deep sleep, came thehorrible nightmares you had been avoiding for days.

You hadn’t realized it, butafter only a few minutes, you had started thrashing around, whimpering andcrying out in your sleep. Steve was trying to push through, to not mess withyou and to just let you sleep and get you home, but when you screamed out hisname in terror he pulled the car to the side of the road as quickly as possibleand grabbed your hand.

“Y/N! Y/N, please, please,wake up,” he said, emotion filling his voice.

Your eyes flew open and youpanted heavily, the tears racing down your face quickly and without control.You wiped at them frantically, your breaths getting heavier and more ragged bythe second.

“Hey, hey,” Steve saidquietly, reaching his arms around you in an embrace. “It’s okay.” He strokedyour hair as you cried into his shoulder for a moment, only letting go of youwhen you suddenly pulled away and wiped at your tears quickly.

“I thought the nightmares wentaway. What—what happened?”

Suddenly, you were angry. Youwere angry about these nightmares that haunted you everywhere you went, angryat the world for shoving you in this mess, angry at Steve for making you fallin love with him. You were frustrated, and finally you were ready to snap.

“I had the same nightmarethat’s kept me up the last month, Steve. The same one that leaves me screaming my head off and sobbing myself tosleep every night. Well, every night that I actually go to sleep, anyway,I’ve been mostly trying to avoid sleep lately, it hurts too much to go to bedevery night and know that I’m going to watch you die in a million ways rightbefore my eyes. Most of the time it goes a little something like you and me inthe Upside Down, I’m hugging you and then out of nowhere Dustin’s voice screamsthat I have to choose to save you or let you die, and I never know what thatmeans, and then Dart leaps out of the wall and shreds you to pieces right infront of me, but somehow I can never move because I’m trapped, and you laythere screaming and bawling my name, yelling at me and telling me that I couldhave saved you, that I’m doing this to you, that I’m killing you, and thenDustin starts yelling the same thing, then Mike, then Lucas, then Max, untilI’m screaming my lungs out over it all begging it to stop, begging for me tojust die and let it all be over, until I’m not trapped anymore and I collapseto the ground and crawl over to you, and you just grab my hand and say—say thatyou had loved me and then I killed you. And then you just die on the spot, butI can’t wake up. No, I just sit there with your blood spreading all over mewhether I’m touching you or not, and then I finally die and ‘wake up’ again insome new hell where you die again. And it happens over and over and over againuntil I wake up. And then the next night it happens again. And again. Andagain.”

He stared at you as tears randown your face and you angrily yelled all that you had been going through thelast month, and he felt genuine pain gather in himself and tears begin to prickat his own eyes. And when you had finished, his eyes looked right into yours ashe whispered, his voice filled with hurt, “Why did you lie? Why didn’t you tellme about this, or call me, or anything—”

“Why do you think, Steve?” yousnapped, your tears finally ceasing as you grabbed your backpack off the floorand pushed open the door.

“Thanks for the ride, but Ithink I’m just going to walk the rest of the way home,” you whispered, pain inyour voice. “See you at 6.” And with that, you slammed the door shut with aloud bang.

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 You stood in front of yourmirror in your room, smoothing out your dress and nervously re-adjusting youralready perfect hair. It wasn’t that you wanted or needed to look goodchaperoning for a middle school dance, it was just that you were so nervousabout seeing Steve after snapping at him today you felt a compulsive need to keepfidgeting with your hands. You felt awful about what you said, yet somehowrelieved. He hadn’t deserved for you to yell at him like that for something sofar out of his control, but he knew now. And with fear of him knowing camealmost a relief that you didn’t have to hide your nightmares from him anymore.You didn’t have to layer on concealer under your baggy eyes or drink ungodlyamounts of disgusting black coffee in the morning to convince him you werefine. But, you would have to eventually explain to him why the kiss had hurtyou so much—and that was what scared you the most.

Even though you were sure thetwo of you would be able to work it out tomorrow, you didn’t think you couldbear to see him tonight after only a few hours had passed between yourbreakdown. So, you had arranged a ride with Nancy and Jonathan, who werechaperoning with you, and you were hoping to sneak out before Steve even gotthere to pick up Dustin.

Unfortunately, fate was not onyour side tonight, because the doorbell rang that second, and your mother’sever-cheerful voice chimed through the house, “Steve’s here!”

You sighed, leaning your headagainst the wall. You weren’t only going to see him tonight, you were going tosee him in the tightest, most form-fitting, sexiestdress you had ever worn, heels, and more makeup than you would ever usuallywear. The dress wasn’t even that promiscuous by most standards, but themedium-sleeved blue lace top hugged your curves tightly, showing off your body,and the dress flared out just below the waist, making your boobs look bigger,your stomach flatter, and your waist smaller. You couldn’t believe your mom hadpicked it up on a whim that night for $5 while looking for a tie for Dustin.You looked and felt more beautiful than you ever had before. Your hair cascadedin perfectly done curls around your shoulders, and your silver make-up madeyour eyes shine, a glittery dusting of silver making you look magical as thelight rested on your collarbone.

“Y/N! Come on, Dustin’salready down here and I want pictures!”

You took a deep breath andstepped out into the hallway, not noticing Steve’s sharp intake of air when he caughta glimpse of you at the top of the steps.

With each step you took, Steve’sheart was racing faster and faster, his mouth dropping more and more. You wereabsolutely stunning.

Your mom clutched at her heart,exclaiming how beautiful her daughter was, but all Dustin noticed was the lookon Steve’s face and the blush on yours as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Hey, Dusty!” you said with agrin. “Don’t you look handsome?” You adjusted his tie proudly. “All those girls’heads are gonna turn when they see you walk in. Especially with that hair, itadds an extra foot.” He smacked your arm, and both you and Steve laughed. “Wasthe hair his idea?” you laughed, pointing your thumb over at Steve, temporarilyforgetting all of the afternoon’s events.

“Yeah,” Dustin blushed.

“Well, you look way betterthan he does with it,” you said teasingly, to Steve’s dismay.

After a few pictures with youand Dustin, you, Dustin, and Steve, just you, just Dustin, and one very awkwardone with just you and Steve, a car honked outside.

“Sorry, Mom, that’s Nancy and Jonathan,”you said.

“Alright, honey, see you afterwards,”your mom said with a smile.

Steve looked over at you, surpriseand hurt in his eyes, his smile falling. “Wait, you’re not coming with Dustinand I?”

“I—I’m sorry, I just…” youtook a deep breath. “I gotta go, Steve. I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And before he could sayanything else, you ran out the front door and jumped in the backseat of Nancy’scar, as Steve stood inside and watched it speed off.

After a minute of silence,Dustin looked up. “If we leave now, you can still get to the dance before Nancyand Jonathan. We have the shortcut back road they don’t know about.”

“Why would that matter,Dustin?”

“Because you need to get to mysister before she gets into the dance and win her over, damn it!”

 Steve’s car pulled into themiddle school parking lot and he turned to Dustin, who had a nervous look inhis eye as he looked in the doors at everyone dancing.

“Alright, so…we’re here. Justremember, when you get in there—”

“Pretend like I don’t care.”

“You don’t care.”

“I don’t care!”

“There you go, you’relearning, my friend.”

As Dustin reached up to pulldown the mirror, Steve turned to him.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“You look great, okay? Youlook great. You look great.”

“Great?”

“Great! Now, you’re gonna goin there—”

“Yeah!”

“Look like a million bucks—”

“Yeah!”

“And you’re gonna slay them.”

“Like a lion.” Your brotherlooked over at Steve with a sly look and attempted a cross between a tongueroll and a growl, making Steve shake his head.

“Yeah, uh, don’t do that,okay?”

“Alright,” Dustin noddedsolemnly.

Steve raised his hand andclasped it with Dustin’s before nodding. “Good luck.”

“You too.” At the look onSteve’s face, Dustin said, “It looks like Y/N just got here. Don’t screw up.”

And before Steve could sayanything else, Dustin hopped out of the car and walked over to his sister.Steve smiled as he saw Dustin’s mouth say something that looked like a “youlook great”. Those were the people he loved most in the world right there, you smilingthat beautiful smile of yours and Dustin grinning up at you, excited to go intohis first middle school dance. Before he knew it, the two of you began to walk,and while Dustin walked right in, being one of the last ones to arrive, youpaused at the bottom of the steps. You said something to Nancy and she gave youa sad smile and a comforting pat on the shoulder before she and Jonathan walkedin, leaving you standing on the bottom step alone.

Before his head even knew whathe was doing, Steve’s legs had pushed him out of the car, his arms slammed thedoor, and his beating heart was walking you over to the beautiful girl sittingdown on the steps of the middle school, staring at the sky and looking like shewas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“Y/N?” he said softly.

Your eyes immediatelybrightened at the sound of his voice. You loved his voice, something you toldhim frequently. Nothing about it in particular, you just loved the way itsounded. Sometimes, you made him talk just so you could listen more intently totry to figure out what it was that you loved about his voice so specifically.But, you never found it. All you knew was that when he laughed or smiled while hespoke it was your favorite sound in the whole world.

“Steve? What are you doing here—”

“Y/N, I’ve never been more terrifiedof anything in my life than saying what I’m about to say, but I’ve held it infor a year and now I’m afraid I’ll never get another chance to say it again, soI’m just going to blurt it out now—I’m in love with you.” He didn’t notice yourwide eyes, or the tears gathering in them as you stood up and moved closer tohim. “I’m in love with your smile, your laugh, your voice, your personality,your eyes, and the way you make me feel when I’m around you. And even though Iknow, I know, that I could never doanything to make me deserve you, I just want you to know that—”

He was cut off by your lipsgently connecting with his, your hands intertwining in his hair as his arms instinctivelywrapped around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss was short, but as you pulledaway, the look in his eyes said it all.

“I’ve been head over heels foryou since you first picked up that stupid baseball bat a year ago and jumped infront of me to hit a Demogorgon into Ms. Byer’s dining table.”

“You…you really—”

The childlike grin spreadingacross his face was contagious as you buried your face in his sweater, gigglingagainst his chest. You felt his warm hand make its way to your face, his fingergently guiding your chin up so you were looking into his eyes that looked likethey had been melted into a soft, gooey chocolate. “I don’t think I’ve everbeen this happy in my life,” he whispered, the words making your heartdissolve.

You raised up onto yourtiptoes, pressing your lips against his again, but this time, when you parted,you rested your head on his chest, swaying back and forth to the music inside.

“You know, I should really goin there. Mr. Clarke’s gonna come out looking for me if we stay out here anylonger,” you said with a grin.

“I’d like to see him try.” Bothyou and Steve laughed, your voices filling the air.

“Do you want to come in withme? We were missing a chaperone, anyway. Then both of us can keep an eye onthose little shits in there.”

He grinned at you, his eyesfilled with adoration. “Sounds good to me.”

As you grabbed his hand and startedto pull him up the steps, you turned around and smiled at him, making his heartflutter. Everything he had wanted for the last year was finally right in front ofhim, and it was better than he ever thought it could be.