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mixtape-racha · 8 months

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looks like we made it | choi yeonjun

maybe being maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, opposite your college ex, had its perks after all... // minors dni, 18+

warnings: exes to lovers, best man!yeonjun x maid of honor!reader, built up tension // words: 3.84k

a/n: sorry in advance, but i took out the smut section because it didn't feel like it fit with the direction the fic took. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!

you giggled again as your best friend, eui, pulled you from the passenger side of her car - seemingly desperate to get you up to her apartment.

“eui, what’s going on? why are you in such a rush?” the smile of your face was etched permanently, like it always was when you were around eui. the two of you had been friends since you were merely five years old, and had remained inseparable ever since.

she didn’t respond though, her laughs growing as she covered your eyes once you were outside her front door. through all of your protests, she shushed you and carefully led you inside - based on the direction she steered you in, you had assumed into her living room.

she had been secretive and kind of strange all day, the conversation never flowing into why she so urgently needed to hang out with you at all. it was definitely suspicious, but with eui you could never expect what was coming. it could be the most mundane thing ever, for all you knew.

oh, but how wrong you were.

when she finally removed her palms from your eyes, you blinked as you adjusted to the light. looking around, there were loads of pink balloons and decorations. was she pregnant? no, no she would’ve told you sooner so that couldn’t be it.

“surprise!” she cried, holding up a cake with your name iced on the top. but… what else was etched in the pale pink icing?

will you be my maid of honor?

once the words had registered in your brain, you squealed, tears springing to your eyes. you pulled her into a massive hug, both bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement.

“of course i will! oh my god, eui, this is huge!”

the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon pampering yourselves over a bottle of red wine and face masks, with the twilight movies playing peacefully in the background. her fiance was away for the weekend, so you had all the time in the world to relax with your soul twin. really, you had both been dreaming of days like these since you were preteens hooked on the idea of marrying your celebrity crushes, and now here you were - merely months away from watching your closest friend in the world walk down the aisle.

you gossiped a little, getting tea about how eui’s own mother was arguing with her fiance’s mother about the theme of the wedding, and silly things like the color scheme and the cake. you had met soobin many times, and he was very open about how argumentative his mother could be. especially when it came to her children - she wanted nothing less than the best for them, no matter what it took. somehow, he didn’t share his mother’s need for the finest things, often opting to take the easy route instead. for “simplicity and comfort reigned over expensive and difficult”, he often said.

“you wouldn’t believe how he asked yeonjun to be his best man, though,” eui huffed with a roll of her eyes. “he literally asked him on speakerphone in the car. like… where is the spice? the flavor? the speciality?”

you laughed along, sharing her confusion, but one thing stuck out in the forefront of your mind. choi yeonjun. soobin’s best friend, and the bane of your existence.

you and yeonjun had dated throughout your sophomore and junior years in college, and everyone had thought you were soulmates - you were voted first to get married, first to start a family, most likely to grow old together by all of your friends.

but right at the beginning of senior year, something changed. he became more distant, more distracted. you barely saw each other, and when you did, all you would do is eat a burger or nap together. it was exhausting to feel like you weren’t enough anymore, and so you left. but what hurt the most is that he didn’t try to stop you from leaving, and he was in a new - very shown-off - relationship merely a month later.

sure, the two of you were civil now you had graduated and moved on with your lives, but that didn’t stop the little bitter feeling you got deep in your stomach every time you saw him. and now - god, you’d have to see each other so often. you’d have to share so many responsibilities and tasks. eui and soobin were lucky you loved them so much to be able to deal with it.

not long after eui had actually asked you to be such an integral part in her wedding party, yeonjun had reached out to you. he offered to take you out for lunch the following week so you could discuss your respective hen and stag parties - of course, that was his biggest concern right now. but respectfully, you agreed, and arranged to meet him at a diner on the outskirts of town the following thursday. you only had 5 months until the wedding, so it was better to start organizing these things as soon as possible.

by the time thursday finally rolled around, you had forgotten about your plans to meet with yeonjun until he texted you while you were 6 episodes deep into a pretty little liars marathon. stressed and half asleep, you rushed around to grab anything you needed and put on clothes - there was no way you were meeting him in pajama’s.

he was waiting outside your apartment building, having kindly offered to drive you to the diner and back as your car was in the garage getting repairs. when you finally got outside, he was waiting leant against his car, scrolling through his phone. for a second you were transported back to college, seeing a younger yeonjun waiting to pick you up for a date. it felt strange, and you shrugged off the feeling as you approached him.

“hey, you.” you smiled, pulling his attention from his phone and alerting him of your presence. he smiled widely, holding his arms out for a brief hug, which for some unknown reason you accepted.

“hey, yourself. how’ve you been?” he asked as you pulled away and got into the car, the stress of adult life evident on both of your faces.

you made small talk during the drive to the diner, and it was surprisingly comfortable. you forgot how well you and yeonjun truly got along, whether as friends or as partners, and already you knew you were going to enjoy having him back in your life like this.

once in the diner, you both ordered milkshakes and a side of fries to share as you discussed your respective plans for the hen and stag parties, and what was off-limits for the others to do.

“honestly, just no strippers. i know its common sense, but its a respect thing. eui wouldn’t appreciate it, and honestly, i don’t think soobin would enjoy it anymore.” you giggled, watching as yeonjun intently took notes on what you were saying. he was almost as serious as you were, rocking up with ruled notepads and an abundance of different coloured pens.

“no, i agree. i think bin would be offended if i even tried it. i was thinking about taking some guys away on a camping trip for a weekend. bin’s turned into such an old man - i was thinking he’d enjoy just a few guys going fishing. what are you thinkin for the hen party?”

you smiled softly, appreciating how much effort he was willing to put in for his best friend.

“eui’s mentioned a few times wanting to do a spa getaway - so realistically, we could plan you guys going camping and us going to a spa resort for the same weekend. i was thinking maybe the weekend before the wedding if that works for your ideas?”

yeonjun hummed before replying. “i think that makes sense. if the wedding is a tuesday, we all leave on the friday and then come back on the sunday evening. then monday, i know soobin’s very traditional, so the bridal party and groomsmen for the ceremony can stay separately to prepare for tuesday.”

deep down, you were shocked at how seriously he was taking it, but hastily agreed.

you stayed a while longer, discussing various plans over your fries, and just generally catching up before he drove you home, pulling you into another hug to say goodbye for now. it was nice, you truly loved having him around.

unfortunately, you didn’t see him again for a couple of weeks.

eui and soobin had invited you over for dinner, and you realized when you got out of your uber that yeonjun was there, too - you spotted his car outside and, regretfully, your stomach fluttered. it was just a casual dinner with some friends in their apartment, but suddenly you felt underdressed in your work shirt and jeans. god, did you even remember to put a bottle of body spray in your bag this morning? why was the thought of yeonjun’s presence making you so stressed?

with a sigh, you trudged into the building, catching the elevator up to the fifth floor. you could call apartment 505 your second home by now; spending all your free time there before eui had soobin move in, and still spending every friday night and occasionally a saturday morning there too. you were lucky that eui had found such an understanding fiance, one who adored you like you were his best friend from the start, and even going as far as to introduce you as his sister-in-law now.

knocking on the door, you heard a yell from inside before feet padded towards the door, and it swung open to reveal a pouty eui. she had her arms crossed over her chest, and from the living room you could hear insanely loud laughter from the two men inhabiting the room.

“what did they do now?” you teased, placing your bag and shoes down as she let you in.

“they keep cheating at uno!” she cried, genuine anguish in her voice. “they’re teaming up against me, (y/n)! its so unfair!”

“choi soobin!” you called out in feigned disgust as you entered the living room, very casually taking a seat next to yeonjun, who was sat on the opposite sofa to soobin - and now eui. “i can’t believe you’d betray your future wife like this! i might have to whisk her away if you carry on.”

yeonjun cackled next to you, and just as quickly as the feeling arose, your anxiety about seeing him disappeared.

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“ladies and gentleman, i give you– the bride and groom!”

as the first notes of unchained melody by the righteous brothers played through the speakers, a warm smile grew on your face. just being here to watch your best friend marry the love of her life was phenomenal.

you looked across the head table you were seated at, and caught eyes with yeonjun - was he already looking at you? you didn’t have time to process the thought before he smiled, eyes all crinkly and tear-filled, and raising his glass slightly in a toast to you both.

yeah. you’d done well. the wedding had run so smoothly, because no one could even consider acting up before you or yeonjun put a stop to it. you were just grateful you didn’t have to “accidentally” spill red wine on a guest who had shown up wearing white - your biggest worry averted, as everyone in invitation took the dress code very seriously.

over the past few months, yeonjun and yourself had grown extremely close again, and you couldn’t be happier. it felt nice, having him around. like a breath of fresh air that you hadn’t experienced since you graduated, and he truly brought out the best in you. all throughout the respective hen and stag weekends, you hadn’t stopped checking in with one another, to the point where one of your other friends took your phone, thinking you were drunk texting an ex.

you supposed that really, you were. it pained you to admit, but after spending so much time with yeonjun over the past few months, an itch had grown that you couldn’t quite scratch. you swore you’d tried everything - a trust vibrator, a dating app, even a blind date set up by eui - but nothing worked. it felt like every time he was around you, your soul yearned from yeonjun and your skin lit itself on fire.

you just had no idea that he was seated across the table from you, facing the exact same dilemma. he always thought he was over you - that you were both mature adults now, and you could be friends without your past affecting you. but even from that very first hug before you went to the diner together, you’d been playing on his mind like a looped track. you looked good - that much he could never deny. and sure, he would always hold you to a high standard because you were his first love, but this was deeper than that. no one else could even compare, not anymore. he wanted you so bad - not sure whether he just needed a fuck, or he truly missed you deep in his soul, but he wanted to find out.

as the evening progressed, you couldn’t help but let your mind and eyes wander to the man who seemed to be constantly on your mind. during wedding planning, you always seemed to be paired together - not that you minded - and that resulting in the pair of you hanging out regularly by yourselves. movie nights, games nights with eui and soobin, trips to the diner, even accompanying one another on their weekly food shop when you bumped into each other in the supermarket. no matter how hard you tried to fight it, the universe was pushing you together and you weren’t sure how much resolve you had left. the last thing you needed was the kiss him, just for him to reject you, and feel like that 21-year-old heartbroken college student all over again. well, that was until one of soobin and yeonjun’s old college friends asked you to dance, which you happily agreed to.

the second yeonjun looked up from his conversation with eui’s young sister and looked eyes on you dancing with serim, his blood felt like it was boiling. his friend was looking at you with literal hearts in his eyes, who did he think he was? you were yeonju– well, you weren’t yeonjun’s. but the point was why the fuck did serim think he could flirt so hard as he spun you around on the dancefloor? especially right in front of where yeonjun was sitting? had he not been obvious enough? he spoke about you all the time to his friends, they had to know his returning feelings for you by now.

you, on the other hand, were more than happy in your predicament of dancing with serim. when the boy approached you, you vividly remembered him from college. most of all, you remembered how kind he was to you, even after you and yeonjun had broken up. so when he so politely asked you to dance, how could you say no? you already thought serim was lovely, and there was no harm in dancing with a handsome man. worst case scenario, he was boring. best case scenario, it helped you get over your unreciprocated feelings for yeonjun. you danced with him for a while, chatting away the whole time, until you had to excuse yourself to give your heeled feet a break and get a drink.

once you reached the bar, massaging your aching calves, you smiled as you ordered your drink. a vodka cranberry - something you’d discovered during your freshers week of college, and swore by ever since. you reached into your clutch to get your bank card, but a hand reached out and swiped their card across the reader before you could.

“serim, i appreciate it, but–”

“its been half an hour an you’ve already forgotten what i look like?” your protests were cut off as you looked up and met eyes with a smiling yeonjun, which caused a grin to spread across your face.

“course not, jjunie. just thought you were a little caught up being the future husband of every child here.” you giggled, referencing the way all the young girls at the wedding had fallen from him and approached one at a time, shyly asking if he’d marry them.

yeonjun was amazing with kids, that much you knew, and it warmed your heart watching the way he interacted with them, and told them that they’d find their own prince charming one day, because uncle jjunie couldn’t marry them.

“good,” he grinned, pushing your drink towards you as it was served. “don’t want you abandoning me for serim, now, do i?”

you sighed at that, taking a sip of your drink as yeonjun looked at you confused. upon further prompting, you opened up and spoke to him about your short experience with the boy in question.

“i just… i don’t know, jjun. he asked me out. and like, yeah, he’s sweet and all, but i don’t want to feel like i’m leading him on, you know?”

yeonjun looked perplexed at your words, but stayed quiet. he knew you well enough to know you would have more to say, and you looked away as you continued. you didn’t know what, but something about his gaze felt a lot more intense now.

“i’m not looking for dating or a relationship. well, i mean– i guess i am, but only with someone specific. unless i get over them, its not fair to try and pursue things with anyone else.”

he stayed quiet, still, and you looked over to see him staring at you with something unrecognizable in his eyes. you wondered for a second if you’d said something to upset him - never wanting that to be the outcome of any of your interactions. maybe he was worried serim’s heart would be broken if you rejected his advances? yeonjun was always very protective of his friends, everyone who knew him could attest to that. but the way he was looking at you was like he was trying to read your every inner thought, so you couldn’t be sure.

“fuck it… (y/n) can i talk to you outside?”

you were a little surprised by the bluntness of his words, but silently agreed, following as he headed to the empty hallway outside the room of the hotel that the reception was being hosted in. the second you exited, the loudly blaring music turned to a soft thudding bass, and so for that alone you were thankful.

yeonjun paced quietly for a moment, while you leant against the wall, taking off your heels to give your aching feet a break. you wished you put a pair of flats in your purse-bag, standing barefoot in a hotel corridor felt wrong on so many levels.

“jjun, what’s wrong? you know you can tell me anything, right?” you said softly after a few minutes of silence, genuinely worried for the taller boy in front of you. your words shook him from his trance and he stopped his endless pacing, but he still couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

his head was swirling, and he felt like he was spinning out of control. what if you rejected him? worse, what if you called him disgusting, or got mad that your recent proximity made him think that you could try again? what if you told eui and soobin that he’d made you uncomfortable, and he lost them, too? he knew if was silly to worry the way he was, but you looked so perfect in your bridesmaid dress and he was riddled with feelings of inadequacy. maybe serim would be better for you after all. serim had never broken your heart. serim had never acted like you didn;t exist to protect his own heart. serim would never do that to you, not like he had.

but at the same time, he knew he wasn’t that person anymore. he knew he was good enough. he knew he could be anything and everything you asked for. he could picture you walking towards him in a wedding dress, and he wanted that. he wanted all of it with you, and it had taken him one too many years to realize it.

he sighed heavily, a sound that you hadn’t heard leave his lips in many years. your heart thudded in your chest, not knowing what to expect - but preparing yourself for the worst. not that you knew what the worst would be, but you had to prepare either way.

however, what you weren’t expecting was for yeonjun to bare his heart to you - eyes wide and shining as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. your heart skipped a heat with his every word. you didn’t even respond until you were 100% sure he had finished what he needed to say.

“i just– i’m so, so head over heels for you. when soobin told me you were eui’s maid of honour, i was worried. not for seeing you, but i wasn’t sure you’d want to do this with me after i broke you heart. and i did. i know i did. i was stupid, and i let go the best thing that ever happened to me, and i’m so ashamed it took me this long for me to figure it out.

then i saw you dancing with serim, and it was like everything i’ve been trying to repress these past few months came bubbling back up to the surface. i never truly got over you, but i was always ready to cheer you on and support you with whatever and whoever made you happy - until it happened. the idea of serim being the one to treat you right, or dance with you at a wedding, or hold you hand and buy your drinks for you - it made me honestly feel sick.

you don’t have to accept this, i don’t want you to accept because you feel like you have to. i’ll support you on whatever path you take, but i couldn’t waste another second not telling you - especially when everyone here can see what a catch you are.”

you didn’t know what flipped harder - your stomach or your heart. he truly wanted you? it was like a curse and a miracle warped into one. a miracle, because you never would’ve thought the stress of hiding your feelings this past few months was affecting him too. a curse, because you knew you were falling in the deep end again. it was yeonjun. it would always be yeonjun, and you knew that even in the deepest parts of your soul.

through watery eyes and a skip in your chest, you smiled at him, using everything in you to stop the tears from falling.

“jjunie, i love you. i always have, and i always will.”

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hanrinz · 1 year

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rosie u have the biggest most sexiest brain ever im waiting for best friend rin rn ok

✩ ‧ ₊˚ CAN YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME? — RIN ITOSHI.

content. fluff, 1.1k words, failed attempt at angst, ooc rin !!! not proofread / notes. my dear amora <33 no bc i have so many thoughts about best friend! rin 😮‍💨 how did this get so long T-T

his name on your contacts is literally 'bf rin<3' and it literally stands for best friend, he doesn't know that but let him dream, okay?

kidding it's just 'teal bitch' (i can't think of names tbh), unless...

anyways.

no cause i firmly believe he walks with you to school or rides the bus with u everyday, he'll always be at your home by 6 am and your mom always prepares breakfast always urging him to eat with the two of you. she would always scold you for not waking up early like rin.

always with the comparing.

but, hey at least your mom absolutely supports the both of you if ever did end up together. may or may not have already planned your wedding or anything (maybe even had a bet between the both of your parents) but you didn't hear that from me.

and he would judge you for every guy you have a crush on PLS, you'll be like: "that guy is kinda cute," and he would glance at the guy you were pertaining to, brows furrowing and giving you a side eye,

"tf your taste in men is lukewarm," excuse me?????!!!?? he thinks he looks sm better.

he would always hangout with you on the weekends always down to watch movies with you, horror of course bc what else could he possibly watch.

"hey, wanna watch a movie? i got a new horror one," sending him up a text as you ready your room for your movie date night.

"be there by 10," he would always reply, following up with a question. "chips or ice cream?"

you'll always pick the ice cream anyways, yk he likes it very much and he just buys both of it no matter what.

always with the bickering and you hitting him of some sorts.

"at least I wasn't dumb enough to get back to my ex, twice!"

"at least your brother follows me on my social media account!"

"fuck you??????!!!????" *he was crying*

sae would be so fucking done with rin, he doesn't care anymore. you and his brother hiding feelings for each other is so painful to watch anyway. probably the reason why he left for spain. (omg what is he doing here)

okay so your friends- scratch that everyone in your town practically wondering why the two of you haven't got together yet and like please they are all literally waiting for THAT day. best believe that everyone was so willing to help rin to confess to you. how did everyone know? a little birdie or a demon (shidou provoked him obv) which is more accurate may have possibly babbled it about to a person who's a chitty chatter and soon enough everyone knows.

and you might not notice it whenever you look away from him or when you're distracted, his eyes couldn't help but to look at every inch of your face or admire it. you don't know how he looks at your pictures every night, you don't know that all he needs is you beside him, you don't know how much he wants to just take you in his arms and tell you he can treat you sm better than that lukewarm piece of shit person you call your ex.

and you don't know that he had beaten your ex right on the face 11 months after your break up. he came into your home at 1:43 am with a cut lip and bleeding knuckles, you didn't suspect that it was your ex who had the honor to be met with his fist. you only scolded him, not to get hurt again, to stop losing his temper and picking fights.

he was sitting on the counter of your kitchen, laying his head on your shoulders, you in between his legs, as you caress his hair. and he likes to say something, to say so much more than a promise. and holds off for awhile, snuggling deeper into your neck, feeling his breath that has your skin tickling. your afraid he might hear the pounding of your heart right into your ribcage. taking a deep breath, shakily.

"rin, you need to go home," you whisper.

you were only met with silence, as you felt his hand intertwining with your free one.

"don't make me go," he says right into your ear. "just- just stay.."

and you couldn't really resist him, can you?

"okay. 'm not going anywhere," you stood still, your thumb drawing circles on his hands. "i'll stay... i'll stay, rin" you reassure.

something changed after that night, and you finally noticed all the signs. how rin was more of a different person to you and not just because he was your best friend. but because he had a feeling. now, his eyes would hold more meaning than his words would.

and it scared you.

how much all this time, you were pretty much blind and oblivious. because this was your best friend, the man who you had almost spent your whole life with. and he looks at you like a precious thing he doesn't deserve.

because finally all the love songs have meaning to it now. all the things around him remind him of you. and as much as he tries his best to mask everything he was feeling, it kept slipping down on his face whenever he was with you.

and confessing to you wasn't the perfect scenario he had imagined so many times, it was awful, he thinks. the rain was pouring hard and loud on the pavement. you were on the road, the same road you would always walk on the way home. all wet and soaked from the rain, you still look pretty. you were pretty.

"i like you," he said, it was almost like a whisper from all the noises. he's pretty sure you didn't hear him, but the way you were walking towards him with a smile adorning your beautiful face, he can't help to think.

did you hear it? is this really happening? he finally did it.

and it didn't occur to him immediately how your lips were pressing against his, all under the rain your hands caressing the side of his face. and he didn't waste anymore time, kissing you back with the same intensity. he can feel you grinning against his lips.

you pulled away, arms wrapping round his neck, "i like you too, rin itoshi," you said with elation, eyes brimming with tears.

"i like you a whole lot," you repeated.

he could only take your lips once again as if he would die if he wouldn't. fuck, he thinks he needs to hear you say it, again and again.

and just like that the mask he's been wearing all this time was gone.

"what took you so long, idiot?"

◞♡ something took over me while writing this, it's monday again i hope everyone has a great week ahead!

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elleloquently · 1 year

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can you write hcs of ellie being obnoxiously protective over reader on patrol? lol

| a/n : i love protective!ellie so much... i need her your honor. thank you for requesting darling and i hope you have a lovely day! | c/w : slight mention of violence (against infected), swearing

ellie being (obnoxiously) protective on patrol :

-ellie quite literally values herself based on how capable she is to protect and look after the ones she loves. who is she, if not a protector? it makes sense, given her history and of course she's protective over you, she loves you and if anything ever happened to you? that would be the day.

-so maybe she's a little bit of a control freak when you go on patrol... and maybe you've had your fair amount of squabbles because you feel completely helpless when she gets like that... but honestly? you've fought to survive for a long time and ellie's your prize.

-if there's ever a close call on patrol, ellie is definitely the type to cop an attitude (BUT IT'S OUT OF LOVE!!! I SWEAR!!!!!!!)

"jesus, what the fuck were you thinking?! we can't afford to make stupid mistakes, we- fuck, are you hurt?"

-she's short tempered but it's definitely not aimed at you, she just gets frustrated with herself because any close call is a reminder that she could lose you and that cannot happen. she really just blames herself and if something happens, she really internally takes that in ):

-she will definitely (lovingly) lecture you and press a kiss to your forehead or cheek every few words. despite the situation sometimes you can't help but just stare at her because that's your girl and she's just looking at you with this wild, exhausted look on her face because are you even listening to a word she's saying? but she adores you and thinks you're the prettiest person in the world so fuck it whatever.

-she's definitely doting on you for the rest of the day (which is no different from any other day because she's completely and utterly in love with you).

-if you're riding on seperate horses, she'll typically like to take the lead but is literally looking over her shoulder every five seconds to make sure you're doing okay. if you're quiet for more than like two minutes she probably whips her head around so fast like she's expecting you to be gone and you're just (: 'the weather is so nice today ellie'

-if you're on the same horse, she definitely prefers sitting in the front and she absolutely thrives off of the feeling of your hands resting at her waist, just another reminder that you trust her and feel safe around her.

-always offers a hand to help you down from your horse, it's so sweet and charming that it's almost silly but it's just first instinct to her, literally anything to be involved and look out for you.

-sometimes she's attached to your hip and it's just a little stressful, especially if you're on patrol with others because you really want to seem strong and efficient... ellie always reassures you that you are (but she's just!!! scared!!! okay!!!!!???)

-she really doesn't mean to step on your toes but you could be two seconds away from killing an infected and then ellie swoops in like phew close one huh?

-dina and jesse definitely clown the both of you for it and ellie gets huffy but honestly everyone just thinks it's cute.

-ellie can get pretty touchy sometimes but it's small stuff? nothing that would distract from patrol just like squeezing your hand, running her hand across your back or shoulder, tugging you at the waist just to remind herself that you're there and everything is fine.

-signing up or getting assigned to a patrol shift and oh boy, ellie's your partner, who would've guessed????? very unpredictable!!!

-honestly anyone else would be scared to go with you without ellie being there too because everyone just KNOWS.

-she's always looking out for you and checking on you, you do the same for her of course (when given the opportunity) and honestly it's just comforting, she always has your back and it feels good to feel safe, and to ellie it feels good to be trusted.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou x reader #ellie williams headcanons

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rachalixie · 2 years

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「☆ bang chan ☆」

↳ what’s yours is mine (gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k) ★

a self indulgent chan fluff where you can’t stop taking his things

↳ knight in a shining business suit (gn!reader, fluff, 1.7k)

getting hit on by a creep is never a pleasant experience. the aftermath, though, may be.

↳ red (gn!reader, angst with a happy ending)

songfic for taylor swift’s red

↳ can't get you off my mind (fem!reader, fluff, 4k)

you meet chan at a bar and he promises to marry you someday

「☆ lee minho ☆」

↳ can’t get you off my mind (gn!reader, first meeting, 0.7k) ❥

classic you-meet-minho-at-a-party-and-he-takes-your-breath-away trope

↳ happy mistake (gn!reader, coworkers to lovers 1.1k)

who would have thought that sending the wrong text would lead here?

↳ the best man (she/her!reader, friends to lovers, 1.4k) ★

your best friend's getting married, and you're the maid of honor. minho is the best man. you're just trying your best to not let him get under your skin. pt II

「☆ seo changbin ☆」

↳ please don’t go (gn!reader, angst, 1.1k)

you’re shocked when changbin suddenly decided to cut things off with you (or alternatively, you’re both dumb and bad at communication)

「☆ hwang hyunjin ☆」

↳ slipped my mind (gn!reader, fluff, 1k) ❥ ★

you and hyunjin are happily together. too bad you forgot to tell anyone that.

↳ mind your business (gn!reader, fluff, 1.2k) (sequel to slipped my mind) ★

the aftermath of the crew finding out about yours and hyunjin’s unintentional secret relationship, complete with domestic fluff at the end.

↳ 3 times you're awkward with hyunjin (and 1 time you're not) (gn!reader, fluff, 1.3k)

my love, mine all mine (fem!reader, fluff, 2.3k)

hyunjin sets up the perfect valentine’s day for you

「☆ han jisung ☆」

↳ bandaids don’t fix bulletholes (gn!reader, angst/fluff, 0.7k)

sometimes your possessiveness over jisung rears it’s head at the worst moments

「☆ lee felix ☆」

↳ forgive me for what i haven’t done (she/her!reader, fluff, h/c, 17.5k)

you arrive at your enemy's kingdom under the guise of making peace. the prince being nice to you wasn't part of the plan.

「☆ kim seungmin ☆」

↳ a dose of you (is all i need) (gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k) (sequel to cat and mouse) ❥

you’re cramming for your final and what’s a better distraction than kim seungmin?

↳ cat and mouse (for a month or two or three) (gn!reader, enemies to lovers, 2.2k) (prequel to a dose of you) ❥

enemies to lovers with kim seungmin but make it ~university flavored~

↳ what i’m looking for (she/her!reader, strangers to lovers, 3.4k)

you, quite literally, run into kim seungmin on your escape from an arranged marriage

「☆ yang jeongin ☆」

↳ a smile worth a thousand words (gn!reader, fluff, 0.9k)

you can tell the story of falling in love with jeongin through his smiles

↳ 24 to 25 (to 26) (gn!reader, fluff, 3k)

you can’t pinpoint the moment when you started seeing jeongin as more than the annoying kid next door turned best friend, but you don’t know what to do with yourself now that you do.

「☆ 3racha ☆」

↳ high (all the time) (gn!reader, fluff, 0.6k)

jisung always says they do their best work when high. you just didn’t believe them. (est. chan x reader)

↳ 3racha reactions | post panic attack (est. 3racha x gn!reader, hurt/comfort)

↳ 3racha as rockstars (3racha x gn!reader, fluff, <2k)

「☆ ot8 ☆」

↳ post concert stray kids series (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff) ★

↳ skz reactions | post argument (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff/angst) ★

↳ skz reactions | to you crying (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff) ★

↳ skz reactions | when you’re sad (est. skz x gn!reader, hurt/comfort) ★

↳ skz reactions | autumn dates (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff)

↳ christmas carols advent (est. skz x gn!reader)

↳ kisses with stray kids

chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

↳ stray kids love languages

chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

↳ eight days of christmas carols

soft hours masterlist

my fills

#stray kids imagines #skz imagines #chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #stray kids fluff #stray kids x stay #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader

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astral--horrorshow · 10 months

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Directory》

Chapter 5: Shakedowns and Tranq-Downs

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: Sorry for being late! I had a very busy week, so I was very tired and didn't have much energy to write. I kept S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with his new design, but his old voice, and a slight bias towards Donnie.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, mentions of roofies, non-serious hand injuries, toxic relationships, manipulation, condecension, you watch a movie with violence but nothing graphic

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: You are not enjoying watching Lou Jitsu: Teriyaki Shakedown, but you don't really catch a lucky break when it has to be paused.

Word Count: 1926

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"Where's our free grub, noodle man?" One of the actors on the screen said, glaring at the pompadoured head that was turning to look at him sideways.

"Okay, ha, how 'bout some... hot soup?" Lou Jitsu said, grabbing the on-screen mobsters and tossing them in the aforementioned bowls of hot soup, making noodles and broth fly all around the shop.

You were distracted from the movie by something poking the edge of your mouth. You looked to to it with your eyes, and it was revealed to be a spoon with ice cream on it. At least, it used to be icey. Seven hours into the Lou Jitsu marathon the brothers had dragged you to watch when they found out you had only seen one of his many, many movies, and you were barley hanging on, but the ice cream had given much sooner, melting into sugary milk soup hours earlier.

Not that Mikey noticed, because he continued to mindlessly feed you spoonfuls. You didn't mind too much that it was melted, because you were going to need whatever form of sugar you could get to make it through the rest of Teriyaki Shakedown.

You opened your mouth, eating the soupy dessert while Leo tightened his arms around your shoulders. At the start of the marathon, Leo had snatched you and settled you down you on his lap while he sat criss-cross on the chair in the middle of the projector room. This earned him dirty looks from his brothers, but he didn't seem bothered at all. They had attempted to steal you from him a few times, but Leo was persistent. He wouldn't let go of you or entertain his brother's complaints, demands, or arguments.

After another thirty minutes of watching Lou Jitsu beat up bad guys, Donnie's phone buzzed. He almost lazily held it up to his face, but his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon seeing whatever text he had received. He immediately jumped up, grabbed the remote, and switched off the movie, earning complaints and shouts from his brothers, but secretly earned your gratitude. You weren't sure that you could take much more of Mr. Jitsu.

"What gives, Donnie?!" Leo snapped, pulling your back closer to his chest and leaning forwards, glaring at his purple-clad twin. Donnie held up a hand at his angry brothers, "Bad news, April texted, and she's going to be over in 5 minutes," he said this with a hint of panic in his usual voice, and his brothers immediately panicked and yelled and dashed around the projector room, tidying things up. "Who's April?" You asked from the chair, now sitting alone on it after Leo had dashed from it. The turtles stopped in their tracks and went quiet at your question for a moment, before Leo answered, "Nobody, hermanito!" He nervously laughed, and the brothers resumed their living-room clean up.

You watched them throw things back into place, so focused that you didn't notice Donnie sneaking up behind you, a syringe in the claws of one of his metal arms. He plunged it into your neck, which made wooziness overtake you. You fell off the chair because you couldn't hold yourself upright, but Donnie's metal arms caught you before you could faceplant on the floor. He held you up as he carried you away, all of your senses fading as whatever drug he had injected into you took hold.

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April O'Neil strolled into the projector room as she had done many times in the past to see three of the the Hamato brothers looking like somebody had yelled "Act natural!" five seconds before she had walked in. Leo was "reading" his favorite Jupiter Jim comic book in Splinter's chair, his eyes unblinking. Mikey and Raph were both hunched over at the table behind the chair, playing chess.

That was when April knew something was up. Those two played chess once and then swore to never touch it again. Raph couldn't remember all the rules and got super frustrated, and Mikey was of the opinion that the game was mind-numbingly boring. "What's up?" April asked, her hand on her hip and her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Mikey snapped his head in her direction, feigning casual surprise, "April! We-did-not-hear-you-come-in!" He said, his words and the way he said feeling scripted, like a laser tag or escape room employee. "Yuh-huh, yeah. What's goin' on? You never play chess!"

The three turtles were now all sweating, beads of it falling down their faces at a rapid pace. Raph held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

A wave of relief washed over the brothers when Donnie walked back into the room, casual as ever. "Hello, April," He said, stopping to greet his friend. "Hi there, Donnie," She answered back, turning her attention to the semi-scientist, "Your brothers are acting real-" "Weird? Yeah, they do that a lot. Haven't you noticed by now?" April looked like she wanted to say something more, but kept her mouth shut. She would investigate this later.

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You opened your eyes, your vision blurry. Outlines in your view bounced around like a windows screensaver, the pounding in your head doing nothing to help your vision. You opened your mouth in a silent groan. You had only been trapped in the Lair, as the turtles called it, for a few days, but aside from when they knocked you out to bring you there, this hadn't been the first time Donnie had done this. He claimed he was a genius, so couldn't he make a tranquilizer that didn't make you feel like what adults described having a hangover was like?

You leaned your head back on the desk chair you were sitting on and waited for the headache to wain, and wondered if people were looking for you. Maybe, maybe not. The police probably weren't. People leigons more important than you were going missing, and other crimes were being committed, too. The NYC police force would spare a glance to a random missing teenager when Hell froze over, world peace was achieved, and no packs of gum had been stolen from any pharmacies.

Despite all of your thinking, your headache became manageable in the time of your reflection. You cautiously stood up from the chair and walked a few steps, and when your brain failed to feel like it had a bullet in it, you began to trek around in the unfamiliar part of the lair.

It appeared to be some sort of laboratory, which along with the purple theme, immediately informed you it was Donnie's turf. It was dark, the only source of light being an indigo beam from high up on the ceiling, which you didn't bother to walk to the fancy table in the middle of the room to look up at. You wandered behind the desk you had woken up at, eyes adjusting to the near-darkness, when you had tripped over something large and heavy. Your hands had shot out in front of you to stop you from face-planting onto the tile.

As soon as pain burst across your palms, a door to your far right that you didn't know was there opened, the light from that crept through the doorway and between whoever had opened the door shining in your eyes and practically blinding you.

"What happened?!" The voice, which revealed itself to be Donnie's, sounded shocked with a hint of annoyance seeping in, "You weren't supposed to get up!" He switched on the lights, blinding you further, and rushed over to you. His metal robot arms scooped you up from under your armpits, like how one might hold a cat, and plopped you down on the table in the center of the room.

He turned your hands over to inspect your palms for any visible injuries with a furrowed brow. When he concluded that your palms were only reddened, he relaxed the slightest bit. “I have to get bandages for your hands. Stay here.” He walked off and through another door that presumably led to another part of the lab. You watched his battleshell disappear around the corner, lowering your head and sulking.

“Greetings.”

Your head snapped up to find a purple, aviatic robot flying about a foot from your head. You gasped as your eyes widened, staring in surprise and curiosity. “My apologies, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely desire to introduce myself. I am S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., I was created by your brother, Donatello, as an assistant to him and your other brothers, and your father, as well.” You didn’t bother to tell S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that they weren’t your brothers, and that their father wasn’t yours. You had already tried it with the turtles, and they would either shut you down completely or act like you didn’t say anything at all.

“Oh, okay. Donnie made you?”

“Yes, that is correct. He is quite the genius.”

“Okay.”

“Ah, I see you’ve acquainted yourself with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in my absence.”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both glanced over to see Donatello in the doorway, first-aid kit in hand. He strolled over to the two of you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moving to the side so Donnie could patch you up. He set the first-aid kit down on the messy table beside you, opening it and pulling out a balm of some kind and a single glove made out of plastic, akin to one a doctor would wear. Donnie pulled it on his hand, the other two fingers left dangling as there was no use for them. He dipped two of his fingers in the balm, using his other hand to hold one of your palms up at time as he spread the balm over them. You had to admit, it was soothing.

"Donnie?"

"Hm?" He didn't look up at your face, busying himself with wrapping your palms with bandages.

"Why do you have to use that roofie thing every time you wanna take me somewhere? You could just ask me."

He let out a sigh of annoyance, "It is not a 'roofie'. Roofie's are used by degenerates with malicious intentions. I merely subdue you because you are adjusting to life here and you cannot handle overwhelming visual stimuli that will come with seeing too much of the lair at the moment." He said, as if every Lou Jitsu movie wasn't "overwhelming visual stimuli".

You hung your head again, pouting at his dissmissive answer. He noticed this and furrowed his brow again, lifting your chin with a single finger to make you look at him, "I am doing this for your own benefit. I'm only doing what's best for you." You nodded to get him to stop talking, feeling a ramble was coming on. Normally, you didn't mind rambling in the slightest, but his opinions on your competence in taking care of yourself often left you with hurt feelings and tears in your eyes.

Donnie's phone buzzed, and he opened it to find much more pleasent news for him. "April has gone home. It's time to finish Teriyaki Shakedown, don't you think?" He said, it obviously not being a question despite it's phrasing. "Don't worry, I won't let Leo hog you again." You merely nodded. Maybe after the movie, you would finally get to go to sleep or eat some real food.

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A/N: Be careful, April!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @yandere-toons @averagerottmntsimp @whyiseveryonesodamnfinetho @writelikenobody @takottai

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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Okay more screaming about Wednesday specifically THAT moment during the final ep:

Enid walks out of a forest, covered in blood and wounds from her previous battle for her life. Enid was shown to be (incredibly justifiably) afraid of creepy shit like exploring spooky ass mansions or going in the woods, but homegirl did not hesitate to RUN through those dark, murder-filled woods in order to find Wednesday. I believe her wolfie form was triggered by not just the powerful blood moon, but also her deep sense of protectiveness over Wednesday. Like, she literally JUMPKICKED Hyde!Tyler’s ass when he was choking out her moon even though this is her first shift and she has no prior experience with controlling her wolfed out state. That’s…. Pretty fucken gay and the fight scene was pretty fucken AWESOME with how visceral it got. Apollo really looked at the ao3 fics we were pumping out and said, “Bet.”

Furthermore, the fact that Wednesday instantly recognized Enid in the midst of all of this adrenaline rushing and shadowy scenery? How Enid initially snarled at Wednesday but seemed to pause and calm down a little upon recognizing her ? Calming down to the point where our beloved ray of sunshine got distracted mid-fight and gave Tyler an opportunity to strike back? Also super fucken mega gay behavior, like yes Enid my darling that’s your girl I know you were so worried over her bUT MY GOD FOCUS ON THE SERIAL KILLER RIGHT BEHIND YOU BABYGIRL I KNOW THIS IS YOUR FIRST SHIFT BUT GODDAMN!!!

I will never shut up about the Hug Scene™️ and its buildup. Enid stumbling out of the woods all blood covered and even though she’s in Ajax’s arms she isn’t like, “Thank god you’re safe” or whatever. No, she takes one look around and immediately asks in a soft, shaky voice, “Where’s Wednesday?” AND THAT TINY MOMENT OF DISTRESS ON HER FACE WHEN NO ONE ANSWERS HER. ARGH. EMMA PLLEASSEEE YOURE FEEDING US SO WELL. When Enid sees Wednesday walking out she a) is the first one to even recognize Wednesday’s silhouette against the fog b) HER IMMEDIATE RELIEF IS SO PLAIN TO SEE ON MY GOD c) does not hesitate to pull away from Ajax and fucken sprint into Wednesday’s arms.

The.

Slow.

Motion.

THE SLOW MOTION YOUR HONOR.

Gods, that just emphasized the sheer gravity of this moment SO MUCH, after so many attempts to hold her moon close Enid finally says, “FUCK IT” and goes right in because fer all she knew Wednesday could have been dead by now. The way she tightly embraces Wednesday before pulling back with so much relief and T E A R S, my god Emma you understood the assignment so well. Wednesday’s wide-eyed stare shifting into equally intense passion as she suddenly pulls Enid back to into her arms and they just CLING to each other with amazing shots of how emotional their expressions are. So fucken full of love and relief and wanting. I especially love the way you can see everyone in the background smiling at the pair. Shit dude, even Ajax shared a knowing look with another student, like even HE knows that Wenclair reigns supreme. The whole school be approving of Wenclair fr fr they witness this devotion-filled hug scene and collectively go, “Yeah, those two belong together. We ship it.”

The hug was so fucken tender. My god. It was a choice made by both of them, a choice both Enid and Wednesday made with equal fervor. They didn’t need words anymore, Jenna’s phenomenal acting gave Wednesday a longing stare that said it all. The way Enid’s hands spread across Wednesday’s back as she clings close, Wednesday’s eyes squeezing shut as if she’s just begging for this moment to last without any visions to get in the way. The final shot of the two embracing with her heads tucked so firmly into the crook of the other’s neck. Seriously, I’ve read some VERY top tier Wenclair fanfics, but none were as so potently, “Fuck… I almost lost this. I almost lost her” as the canon Hug Scene™️. I was losing hope for any Wenclair goodness that could balance out the sheer throw up that was Enid and Ajax making out, but the Hug Scene™️ literally broke into my house, dragged me outta my bed by my scruff, and went about beating the living shit outta me in my own kitchen at 5 am in the morning and it was AMAZING. Wenclair Slowburn Truthers rise up, because my god do we have a solid foundation to work with.

#hug hug hug #gods. even the soundtrack understood the assignment.#forever dying over Wenclair’s AMAZING chemistry no other love interest fer either girl has even a third of the same level of connection #Enid literally planned out this wholeass big old bday party fer Wednesdayand made her a snood and everything #GET ON HER LEVEL BUCKOS #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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lovelenivy · 5 months

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you know what hate crimes md enjoyers, idk if this has been done before but i wanna start like a little tag game: i wanna know your favorite seasons in order, what you think is the best episode each season, your personal favorite ep from each season, any honorable mentions if you have them, and your least favorite/worst episode in your opinion. i'd also like to have you sort the main characters/fellows from favorite to least favorite, plus tell me your favorite ship (and optionally, a ship you enjoy and think is underrated)! feel free to toss in any explanations for why you chose what you did. (: kinda long, but oh well – feel like it'll be fun.

i'll go first (so you can see the format) – listing seasons from the best imo, to the worst, and the episodes.

Seasons:

1. Season 3

Best episode: one day, one room (?)

Favorite episode: merry little christmas

Honorable mention(s): cane and able, words and deeds, family, needle in a haystack

Least favorite episode: que sera sera (?)

it was hard to pick the best bc i'm biased towards merry little christmas, but i don't know if it would be the best of the season exactly. as for que sera sera, nothing really wrong with it but honestly i had a hard time picking a least favorite too. great season – to me it's like the classic house season.

2. Season 5

Best: birthmarks

Favorite: under my skin

Honorable mention(s): the softer side, last resort, both sides now, painless

Least favorite: big baby (?)

i literally just barely remember big baby compared to the rest, i think, no matter how many times i see it. amazing season though, honestly so up there with s3 for me that it became a tough choice.

3. Season 6

Best: help me

Favorite: wilson

HM(s): the down low, broken (part 1 & 2), baggage, lockdown

Least favorite: epic fail, remorse (?)

help me is such an amazing episode, it always makes me cry. epic fail is extremely annoying tho and idk why, like after i watched it more than once or twice i started having a hard time rewatching it. and honestly every time i watch remorse i get pissed off on thirteen's behalf and it's just not a fun feeling. not a bad episode though. i know a lot of people don't like s6 but i love it.

4. Season 2

Best: euphoria (part 1 & 2)

Favorite: no reason

HM(s): skin deep, distractions, hunting, clueless

Least favorite: sleeping dogs lie

i recently rewatched euphoria and it's so fucking good i legitimately cried. sleeping dogs lie isn't a bad episode, it just is frustrating to watch for many reasons. another classic house season.

5. Season 4

Best: house's head/wilson's heart

Favorite: house's head/wilson's heart, 97 seconds

HM(s): mirror mirror, you don't want to know, frozen, living the dream

Least favorite: the right stuff

nothing really wrong with the least favorite – it was honestly a tough choice. also i couldn't pick a favorite, it was so tough. i honestly really like this season despite how short and different it is.

6. Season 1

Best: detox

Favorite: detox

HM(s): three stories, histories, control, mob rules

Least favorite: heavy, everybody lies (pilot)

the pilot being orange just makes me laugh the whole time so it's hard to watch, and chase's insane fatphobia in heavy is just disturbing, which is the only reason it's a least favorite. for the best i was torn between three stories and detox, but i think detox is better. s1 is ranked so low bc of general weirdness.

7. Season 8

Best: the c-word, everybody dies

Favorite: the c-word

HM(s): dead & buried, twenty vicodin, nobody's fault, post mortem

Least favorite: we need the eggs

we need the eggs isn't bad, the case is just ??? weird and kinda sad tbh idk. i haven't rewatched the c-word yet but i remember it fondly, so i couldn't really choose a best episode. is picking the finale kinda dumb? maybe, idk. i like a lot of episodes from season 8 surprisingly, like most of them, but it's so different from the previous seasons with cuddy absent and the late addition of two new main characters that it can't be any higher for me.

8. Season 7

Best: after hours

Favorite: after hours, out of the chute

HM(s): unwritten, bombshells, the dig, moving on, fall from grace

Least Favorite: two stories

god i really can't stand rewatching two stories. idk what it is but the fucking kids that house gets stuck with in the principal's office are so annoying ??? probably my least fave episode in all of house. but despite how s7 is at the bottom, it did have some great episodes. just wasn't my favorite season at all, especially as someone who isn't really into huddy.

Characters:

from favorite to least favorite of the main characters –

1. House (of course)

2. Wilson

3. Thirteen

4. Cuddy

5. Chase

6. Foreman

7. Kutner

8. Cameron

9. Amber

10. Taub

11. Park

12. Adams

13. Masters

favorite ship: hilson (house / wilson)

underrated ship: thirteen / cameron, or chase / foreman

Tags:

anybody that wants to participate! i know it's kind of long so no sweat if you don't want to do it. i'm also indecisive so i had trouble picking episodes lmao

#house md #hate crimes md #hilson #gregory house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #remy hadley #eric foreman #robert chase #allison cameron #house #tag game #house md tag game

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fastcardotmp3 · 10 months

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you are the only person in this fandom i trust to talk about nancy so i just need you to know that during my rewatch i noticed nancy says “bullshit” SEVERAL times in season one, then obviously calls steve/their relationships bullshit at the halloween party in season two, then murray refers to the evidence nancy and jonathan bring him as bullshit (to the general public) and i just feel like that is so delicious to me. like i’m over fics where steve has ptsd related to the word bullshit and i need nancy to reclaim it lmfao

me, trying to proofread my fic all night: I have lost all grasp of the english language I can no longer Read

me, seeing an ask about nancy: OKAY SO-

anyways first of all I'm honored you trust me with nancy but I promise there are plenty of us out here who get her! nancy haters are So Loud about telling on themselves (even when they think they're being subtle) but we are here in our little corner of the fandom where we use our critical thinking skills <3

second of all!! AGREED!!!

steve is out here having been assaulted, tortured, drugged, weighed down by the responsibility over children being threatened by a violent white supremacist etc etc that's not even getting into the MONSTER stuff but people are still making up triggers for him so he can be soothed by (insert man of choice here)

you don't need to do that! you don't need to color Nancy in a light that even Steve "go with Jonathan" Harrington would absolutely not just to see him hurting, I PROMISE. I do it ALL THE TIME. Steve can even be actively heartbroken without him seeing Nancy as some unfeeling bitch of a villain like that is. literally canonically true PLEASE.

I might be wrong but the very first thing I remember Nancy calling bullshit was the fact that no one was hearing her when she said something happened to Barb. THAT'S the canonical origin of her using that word, THAT is Nancy's first moment of looking at the world around her and saying "this isn't right, I can't stand for it, and I'm going to do whatever I have to in order to tear down the facade distracting everyone from what actually matters- that my friend is missing."

Nancy calls bullshit when she and Jonathan are trying to infiltrate the Lab; the evidence that Barb isn't just a runaway is deemed bullshit; the relationship between her parents which makes her feel forced into a box is bullshit; these things that hurt Nancy are bullshit.

Let's look at it from that perspective, huh? Because you know what Nancy was feeling the night she called her relationship with Steve bullshit?

She was feeling hurt. She was lashing out at the thing that was hurting her in that moment and that was the fact that Steve was asking her to try and be normal for a night when she didn't know how.

Only yesterday she was visiting her dead best friend's parents and watching them still trying to find her and she just didn't know how.

Bullshit really isn't a lasting trauma in Steve's story, but have we ever thought that maybe it's a tell in Nancy's? A sign of crumbling walls in the girl who keeps trying to stack them all high enough to read as unaffected when all she's ever doing is trying to survive her own grief and responsibility and fear?

Nancy calls bullshit and her vulnerability slips, her search for justice heightens, her reasonable levels of paranoia intensify.

Nancy calls bullshit because at the end of the day she's still just a teenage girl who will never fit into the boxes anyone wants to put her in whether they be small and delicate or tough and badass.

Nancy calls bullshit because they didn't listen to her about Barb, but one of these days she'll make them.

so yeah, anon, we should definitely let her reclaim it. that's her fucking word, babey 💜

#ask #dot post #nancy wheeler #'god forbid women do anything' except it's just about nancy having An Emotion and expressing it #also me whenever someone says I understand nancy: 🥹#sorry for the ramble anon but she :(((( <3

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lestappenforever · 10 months

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It’s time to appreciate you a little bit and let you know how much we love your cute little stories of our babies and what you share with us. Getting a notification that you posted something always makes me happy inside 🥰 especially if it’s during work and I can distract myself with cute lestappen. The prompt list is so cute and nice I couldn’t pick the best one 😩😂 but I’ve been having these idea of them being around others and being a pda mess a little and others reacting to them being in a cute bubble. How about 2 and 37? 🥰

This is such a lovely message to start my day with reading, thank you so incredibly much. 🥹

When I started this blog not long ago, I could have never imagined that it would bring people the kind of happiness you're refering to, and I feel so incredibly honored to know that it does. I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog and my writing. Seriously, you have no idea how much your ask means to me, and how much your words have warmed my heart. 💖

I already did 2. "Please?" "Those eyes won't work on me this time." here, and my brain literally will not let me reuse a prompt because as soon as I've written something using that particular prompt, it simply won't let me come up with anything else tied to that sentence for a while.

But, you did ask for two so you're getting two! Throwing in a little 1. "You're cold." "Am not." to make up for not using 2. Lestappen being a PDA mess coming right up! I also saw my chance to write this as a sequel to this and I took it.

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1."You're cold." "Am not." and 3. "Just... hold my hand?"

Max doesn't know whose brilliant idea it was to gather on the roof of the Alpine motor home the night before the British Grand Prix — who is he kidding, it was probably Pierre's. Or Esteban's — but yet, here they were.

It wasn't as if it was freezing cold in the night air — the last time Max had checked it was around 14°C —but this was England. England with its stupid biting winds.

He'd told Charles to wear a thicker sweater, but the Monégasque had insisted he didn't need it. Hell, Max had even offered to let him borrow his favorite black hoodie, but Charles had been stubborn and refused.

And now the idiot was sitting next to Max, trying and failing to pretend that he wasn't shivering. Trying to hide how pale his hands had gotten due to the cold under the too-thin fabric of the arms of his sweater.

Pierre is telling a story from his karting days back in France, and the whole group is laughing, except Max.

Because Charles is cold next to him, and this whole thing could have been prevented if the Ferrari driver had just listened to him.

"You're cold," Max says to Charles, narrowing his eyes.

Charles turns his head to look at him, cheeks pink from the wind. "Am not."

"You are," Max huffs, rolling his eyes.

"I'm fine, Max."

"You're shivering, Charles."

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Look, was Lando relieved that Max and Charles had finally done something about the years of unresolved sexual tension between them a couple of months ago? Yes.

Was he happy to see that two of his best friends on the grid had also realized that their feelings for each other went deeper than the physical attraction, and were now officially dating? Absolutely.

Because Max and Charles were still bickering. Not only that, they were bickering cutely. In front of everyone.

But the thing was, Lando had thought — hoped, fucking prayed — that resolving the tension between them would stop them from bickering all the time. Over nothing.

That, apparently, was too much to ask.

And honestly, as adorable as it was to watch, it was still exhausting. Because it was still constant.

Had he known his little scheme to get them to work out their issues would lead to the two of them becoming even more insufferable, Lando would have reconsidered the whole thing.

"Your face is shivering," Charles says to Max, and Lando rolls his eyes.

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Max shoots back, and Lando audibly groans.

The attention of their little group has turned to the pair of them, and everyone aside from Lando are apparently finding the whole thing amusing. Which makes sense, seeing most of them don't also have to deal with it outside of race weekends, when they're all gaming.

"Take my hand," Max demands, holding out his hand for Charles.

Charles glares at it as if it's a dangerous weapon specifically designed to kill him.

"I'm not cold, Max!" Charles insists, like a fucking child.

Lando wonders if throwing himself off of the building would kill him. Wonders if he truly cares if it would.

"Charles," The Red Bull driver says, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand he isn't still holding out. He says it like Charles is the single cause of every ounce of frustration he as ever felt in his life.

Which, Lando figuers, isn't far from being the truth.

Charles glares at him, but there's no real heat behind it.

"Just... Hold my hand?"

It's a request now, and it's soft and pleading, and Max is looking at Charles with an adorable look on his face. Charles' entire façade crumbles.

"Fine, I'll hold your hand," The Monégasque says with an overly dramatic sigh, as he takes Max's hand and interlocks their fingers. "But I won't be happy about it!"

Max snorts, but doesn't argue. He probably knows that Charles is lying, just like Lando knows that Charles is lying. Just like every single person up here knows he's lying.

Can see it all over Charles' face the second their hands touch.

"You two are ridiculous," Lando announces, throwing his head back. There's fondness in his tone, though, and his words draw a collective laugh from the group.

Next to him, Carlos pats his knee.

"Just be glad you haven't shared a cool-down room with them yet," the Spaniard mumbles.

There mere thought of that makes Lando whine.

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ellssbellss · 2 years

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Lavender Roses ~ Kyoya Ootori X Reader

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

summary: You were almost impressed at their acting skills. If they weren’t such a pain in your ass.

word count: 9.7k

legend:

(f/a) = favorite anime

(f/s) = favorite scent

see masterlist!: masterlist

taglist: @abbysblogsstuff @sunukissed @kisskissshutmydoor @idonia-dovahkiin

The Twins Fight! (pt. 2)

Splotches of pink hair dye surround you as orange hair rakes through your gloved fingers, transforming from a deep ginger to a bright shade of bubble-gum. You heave another frustrated sigh as Hikaru once again turns his head from his seat below you in favor of telling you about this anime he has started watching recently. You sit on the bed above him as he rants about dragon-slayers and how the character had the same color hair as the dye splattered onto your fingers.

“Hikaru, I need you to stay still, or else this won’t be even.” You interrupt him in the middle of his sentence, and he pouts and sharply turns back to the front of his room. It wasn’t like anything you had expected a teenage boy’s room would look like. It was clean, surfaces sparkling from their marble surfaces and the duvet on the queen sized bed was kept a pristine white. Nothing was scattered across the sheep’s wool carpet, and every one of their possessions had a place. It was obvious their maids were incredibly thorough, but there were still little figurines and color patterns that made this room unique to the brothers, orange and blue accenting everything it could find.

“Whatever. You clearly weren’t even listening anyways.” His gravelly voice states, arms crossing over his bare torso. You both opted for the ‘shirt off’ approach so that none of the dye accidentally stained one of the immensely expensive clothes his mother designed.

“This Natsu guy was your inspo for your hair color?” You ask, disproving his statement.

You can feel his face twitch slightly at being proven wrong. You laugh a little at his immaturity as he gives you the silent treatment. “You can talk. You just can’t be flopping around like a fucking fish.”

Ever the defiant twin, Hikaru shakes his shoulders, rolling them back and forth, imitating a koi fish that has leaped out of its pond. It rains pink dye as he messes around, and you suddenly want to kill him.

You throw your hands up so as to not get any dye where it doesn’t belong and wait for Hikaru’s poor impulse control to settle.

“I hate you.” You groan as his whipping hair showers droplets of pink onto your leggings. He turns around and puts a hand to his mouth, poorly covering up his snickering laugh.

In retaliation, you take the brush you were using to spread the dye over his strands and make one short swipe down the middle of his back.

“h-HEY WHAT THE FF-” Shivering from the sudden coldness on his skin, Hikaru stands up quickly, turning around his left shoulder over and over again in order to get a good look at his graffitied back. Despite his best efforts, he was just spinning in circles.

Belly laughs came from deep within you as you watched him resemble a dog chasing his own tail, his hair split down the middle with orange and pink. The mischievous twin stopped at your laughter and deadpanned at you, only making you laugh harder.

“Oh-Oh my god!” You try to speak through your absolute guffaws. “You look so stupid, hA!”

“You’re literally the worst person I know.” His gravelly voice spouts an insult into deaf ears, as you were still too occupied by giggles to even care.

As your laughter died down, the door opened, the creaking noise distracting you from the annoyed twin.

Kaoru walks into the room, a plastic shower cap wrapped tightly around his head. He walks out holding his phone. The timer on the screen is going off, his favorite song playing lightly out the speakers.

“(Y/n), can I wash this stuff out now? It burns.” He goes to fidget with the clear cap, spinning it around his newly dyed hair, the blue complimenting his golden eyes.

“In a second, Kaoru, I need to do Hikaru’s otherside.”

The sneakier twin pouts as he fully walks into the room. Kaoru’s eyes are drawn to his brother’s back, seeing it stained with pink. He lets out a laugh similar to the one he expressed in the club room this morning, his shoulders shaking with each breath.

“Oh wow, Hikaru, love the new look.” A mocking tone laces his higher pitched voice, making Hikaru roll his eyes.

“Like you have room to talk, nerd. Who would choose blue over pink?”

“Blue is better than pink by far, you asshole, everyone knows that.”

Hikaru scoffs and turns to face his brother head on. “Since when? I don’t know Kaoru, it seems that ever since you decided to dye your hair, you’ve somehow gotten even more stupid than before.”

Kaoru growls as he stomps closer to his brother. “You’re the stupid one! Who the fuck only dyes half their head?”

Hikaru matches his brother’s annoyance. “(Y/n) hasn’t finished it yet! And it’s going to look even better than yours when she’s done. Ya know why? Cause it’s pink!”

“Blue is better!” Kaoru steps even closer.

“No, it’s pink!” They are nearly nose to nose now.

“Blue!”

“Pink!”

You calmly raise a finger as you watch them argue. “Have you guys ever seen Sleeping Beauty?”

“Shut up!” They shout in unison, their adrenaline carrying over to you.

Your hands fly up to a surrender position, not wanting to be brought into the middle of anything. “Shutting up.”

They continue to argue back and forth. You rest your head on your wrist, careful of the pink and blue dye on your fingertips. They’ve been arguing ever since you got here. They fought over who would answer the door, who would get their head dyed first, and how long the dye should stay on for. It was so aggressive and over the simplest of things, almost as if coming from nowhere. Like they were looking for something to fight about.

When Kaoru asked you to come over to their house to help him with his hair, you thought you might be able to act as a mediator and help them work through whatever was going on between them. But then Hikaru wanted to piggyback onto Kaoru’s hair dye idea, and when you couldn’t dissolve that conflict, you knew you were an under qualified buffer for the two of them.

A ringtone rang through their bickering. They both froze in the middle of intense stances to turn to your phone vibrating on one of their nightstands. You hold your hand up in a ‘one-moment’ formation and walk over to check who it was.

The twins watch in frustrated silence as your face lights up from seeing the caller ID. The light off the screen shines upon a soft but bright smile, the grin reaching all the way to your eyes.

“Hey Kyoya.” Your smile only grows wider at his name, and their eyes squint in suspicion. You nod your head along to your conversation. Sometimes you compliment him, sometimes you bit your lip, sometimes your fingers even twiddle with the ends of your hair. They look back at each other with a knowing look, rolling their eyes in the process.

“Yeah, no, that’s what I was thinking.” You speak into the receiver, your voice taking a delicate, calm tone as you speak to their director. Their assumptions are only confirmed when you laugh at something the Shadow King said on the other end.

To them, there was only one reason that anyone would think Kyoya-senpai was funny.

“Okay, yeah, bye. I’ll see you tomorrow.” There might as well have been a heart emoji plastered at the end of your words with the way a sigh unknowingly passed through your lips as you ended the call.

They almost gagged as you looked like you were riding on air from just hearing his voice, dazed and zoned out in your own little fantasy.

“Who was that, (Y/n)?” Hikaru and Kaoru speak in unison in a monotone voice, their eyes sliding to each other and back to you.

Snapping out of it, you turn to them once more and smile slightly before standing and dusting yourself off. “It was Kyoya. He was just asking about our project.” You sigh, and the twins could swear there was romantic glitter shuffling off your shoulders.

“You ready to get rinsed?” You say, turning to the twin with the shower cap.

Kaoru nods and follows you out of his room, but not without turning back to his brother. A silent conversation passes between them as they meet eyes before he disappears through the doorway.

Find out what she’s hiding.

“Is that too cold?” You say, taking one of the hand held shower spouts and aiming it towards Kaoru’s hairline, water cascading down his hair and dripping off the ends.

“No, that feels fine.” Kaoru closes his eyes and sighs, enjoying the feeling of your fingers twining through his hair and the lukewarm water on his scalp.

He nearly forgot his mission.

Peaking one eye open, he decides to go for a more subtle approach.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?” You hum, concentrating on the task in front of you.

“Have you ever liked someone?”

At his question, you give him a side eye as you work more towards the back of his head. Shrugging, you don’t really think about it too hard.

“I mean, yeah. I’m pretty sure everyone has.” You chew on the inside of your cheek awkwardly, not wanting to shoot down this abrupt change of topic in case it was something Kaoru needed to get off his chest. “What about you?”

The blue-haired twin can’t really shake his head from his posture on the rim of the bathtub, his bare back pressed against the porcelain as he leans his head back over the rim, allowing the stained water to rush straight to the drain.

“Nah, not really.” He tries his vulnerability tactic, hoping that it will pull on your heartstrings and push open the drawbridge to the secret you’re so clearly hiding from them. “I mean, it’s always been Hikaru and I for as long as I can remember. We didn’t have a lot of time for anyone else.”

You nod, and he sees a sympathetic look crease your face. Good.

He sighs, “But now that we’re fighting, I was thinking of branching out a little bit more. Finding someone else to take the asshole’s place.”

You roll over your reply in your head a million times, trying to find the right words between ‘yes, broaden your horizons’ and ‘but your brother is your best friend for a reason.’ But before you could say anything else, Kaoru directs your thoughts with another question.

He tries again.

“Do you like anybody?”

You freeze your movements and turn to him fully.

“Uh, no? Why?”

Kaoru raises an eyebrow, and when you motion for him to sit up from the edge of the bathtub, he keeps his stare as he slowly leans forward, sitting in a criss-cross position in front of you as you kneel on the opposite side.

Your pupils scan him accusingly as he sits, and you notice his eyes widen a little too much to keep up his nonchalant, innocent façade.

You roll your eyes as you throw a towel at him, figuring out why his questions were so sudden and direct.

“You really got to work on your act, Kaoru.” You say as he freezes with the towel in his hands. He huffs when he realizes you found him out. “What do you already know?”

You study him as a small smirk plays on Kaoru’s face as he sucks on his tongue, trying to choose the words that won’t scare you off right away. He raises the towel to the top of his head to begin to dry his hair.

“Nothing, yet. Is there something that I should know?”

You give him a ‘really?’ look as he stays true to his character, keeping his cards close to his chest.

You hum a light note, busying yourself with packing up the dye and throwing away the stained plastic gloves.

“No. I guess if you haven’t figured it out yet, then there isn’t.” You squint your eyes at him as he towel dries his hair, and suddenly you two are at a standoff.

This wasn’t uncommon, the two of you waiting for the other to crack. Kaoru’s patience was miles long compared to Hikaru’s, and you both could go days beating around the bush and acting like you know nothing, until the other breaks.

It was petty, but that was one thing you and the twin had in common.

His jaw clicks once more before shrugging and standing to hang the towel on the rack posted on the wall and grabbing his shirt that hung right next to it.

Kaoru looks at you once again and holds his hand out, offering to lift you up from your position on the pristine tile.

“I guess there isn’t.” He says, and another smirk slithers onto his lips.

You take a deep breath as you accept his hand, knowing that he sees right through you. His patience drives his technique, letting you slowly open up to him second by second, like a hunter watching its prey. It was a different kind of slyness compared to Hikaru’s, but it was slyness nonetheless.

You and Kaoru go to walk out the door, but when you open it, Hikaru trips into your view, the door that he was just leaning on swinging out from under him.

This motivates another eye-roll from you as you make eye-contact with Kaoru. “Were you eavesdropping, Hikaru?”

Having caught himself, and still only half his hair dyed, Hikaru gives you a brief ‘caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar’ look before going back to his usual visage.

“Whatever.” He says, and completely walks away from the two of you, crossing his arms as he re enters his bedroom.

“So you know nothing, then?” You ask Kaoru fleetingly as you pass him, following Hikaru into their space.

Kaoru grumbles at Hikaru’s stupidity as he follows you.

You laugh as you walk, their failed plan to catch whatever they were trying to get out of you clearly failing right before your eyes.

But that’s when you got to thinking: since when were they making plans together?

“Hold on.” You spin once you are fully back into the room, both boys who fell into step behind you freezing in their place as you point at them.

“Did you two just work together on some sort of scheme, or whatever? Some sort of set up?”

Still frozen, they look at eachother, then back at you before taking a step to either side, growing the distance between them.

“After a whole day of fighting, did you two just coordinate?”

Mirroring each other, they both spin, turning their backs to the other twin and raising their chin in disgust. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You groan as their voices blend into another perfect unison, confusion utterly apparent in your expression. “One minute, you're at each other's throats. Next, you’re conspiring together on how to mess with me. Can one of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

Hikaru and Kaoru both chew over your question as they each take a look over their shoulder at the other. Twin telepathy happens right before your eyes as they come back close together, an arm wrapping over a shoulder, while another comes behind a hip.

“We will tell you our little secret, but only if you tell us yours.”

An exasperated exhale falls out of your mouth as you look at the irritating boys in front of you.

You deny them immediately. “Absolutely not.”

But they didn’t let up.

Immediately, the twins joined you on the bed that you sat upon, resting their heads on your shoulder, and you whined as you felt Kaoru’s dripping wet hair and Hikaru’s fresh dye soak into one of your favorite t-shirts.

“Tell us, (Y/n).” They pleaded, and you swore they batted their eyelashes.

“Get off of me.” You stood, knocking them away from you as you paced. “Why would I tell the two of you who I have a crush on?”

“Ah ha!” Hikaru jumps from his spot and points an accusing finger in your direction.

“So you do have a crush on someone!” Kaoru finishes, mirroring his brother’s position.

A blush runs to your cheeks when you realize what you just admitted. “Okay fine! But it’s none of your business who it is!”

“Tell us, tell us, tell us…” They begin to chant repeatedly as you become more and more annoyed with their immature antics. Can’t they just let you have one thing to yourself?

“I’m not telling you guys anything.”

A sigh emits from the boys. “Then I guess..” Hikaru starts.

“You’ll never know.” Kaoru finishes as they each cast a fake sympathetic gaze, looking at you like you were a poor soul.

You scoff and brush past them. If they didn’t want to tell you, fine. That kind of line might’ve worked on Tamaki, but you were better than that.

“Forget it. Here.” You reach over to grab the remote to the TV, being careful not to touch it too much and stain it with the dye on your fingers. “Let’s keep watching (f/a). What episode were we on?”

“We don’t want to watch anything, (Y/n).” Hikaru whines.

“We just want you to tell us.” Kaoru finishes, sulking as they make their way towards you once more. You are sat on the edge of the bed now as they look down at you.

“You can trust us, ya know.” Hikaru grumbles from your right, half his hair still wet from the processing dye job you haven’t been able to complete.

“It’s not like we are gonna tell anybody.” Kaoru puts a hand on your shoulder in earnest, but you squint your eyes at them, not sure if you can trust them or not.

Of course you could trust them. No matter how much they annoy you, Hikaru and Kaoru have always been in your corner. No one else could irritatingly terrorize you but them. That was what they always said.

You grasp your bottom lip in between your teeth, breaking your gaze from the twins and zoning out on the wall behind them as you roll over how you could turn this around. You did want to tell them, but only for the greater good.

The greater good. A smirk develops on your face as you glance back up at the boys, and their genuine looks turn into something cautious.

“How badly do you wanna know, hm?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, an eyebrow arching on your forehead as your canines peek out from behind your mouth.

“Bad enough to share your secret first? Before hearing mine?”

Both their chests hitched, air caught in their throats at your proposal. You just gave them a bet where there wasn’t a 100 percent chance of winning. There was no guarantee that you weren’t going to leave them hanging after giving away the plan that they have been playing out for the past 24 hours. There was nothing stopping you from blowing their cover, or using it as blackmail, all without giving them a single hint of what you had promised.

They would know. They’ve done it before.

To you.

“Awe, c’mon guys.” You nearly laugh at their calculating expressions as you parrot their persuasions back to them. “You can trust me, ya know.”

Hikaru and Kaoru both deadpan at you, before looking at each other, connecting their twin-telepathy once more.

“And there is no other way…” Kaoru starts, giving you another displeased look.

“...That we can get you to talk?” Hikaru ends, sighing out an annoyed exhale.

“Nope.” You reply as you shake your head, popping the ‘p’.

A clothed Kaoru and a shirtless Hikaru seem to weigh it more in their minds before sighing and sitting down next to you.

The bed creaked as they settled on either side of you. You gave them each an expectant look as they prepared their statements.

“It’s not a big deal or anything.” Hikaru prepped you for the news, and at this point, you knew exactly what was coming.

“We’re faking the fight going on between us.” Kaoru admitted nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

Your jaw clicked as you exhaled another sigh, letting your head tilt back so much so that you inevitably flopped onto the comforter behind you.

The twins leaned back onto their palms while you groaned. “I really hoped I was wrong.” You looked at both of them as they chuckled at your defeat. “I mean, of course I’m right, but I really hoped I wasn’t.”

You flop your hands out in front of you as a way to punctuate your next question. “But why?”

They meet eyes before shrugging their shoulders and looking down at you again. “Meh, we were bored. It’s been fun so far.” Another groan emits from your throat as you put your hands over your face.

“We’re surprised you didn’t catch on sooner.” Kaoru said as he opted for laying on the bed, propping his head up with an elbow as to not let his freshly dyed hair stain his duvet.

“Yeah,” Hikaru followed, mirroring his brother’s position, “seems like you’re kinda dense when you’re distracted by someone else.” A ginger eyebrow arches over a golden eye as Hikaru gives you the perfect segway to hold up your end of the deal.

A strained look is apparent in your features as you actually consider just up and leaving the bedroom altogether. But that would break a trust deeper than some stupid crush, and that’s not something you were really willing to lose.

“Fine…” You cross your hands behind your head, stretching to prepare for your confession.

“I have a teensy, tiny, itty bitty, completely temporary crush on Kyoya.”

You close your eyes immediately after speaking the ravenete’s name, wincing as you feel the bed shift around you as the twins process your news.

But, when you open your eyes again, the twins are looking down at you with soft simpers.

“Yeah, no shit, (Y/n).” Hikaru says, laughing at your confused expression.

Kaoru is chuckling along with him. “We kinda gathered that.”

Your mouth opens and closes, but no sounds come out except an occasional bewildered squeak as the boys stretch themselves back into a seated position.

You whip up, feeling completely betrayed.

“You knew already? Why did you make me confess, then?”

Laughing once more, they both turn towards you, pointing at you in a way that younger siblings tease their older sister. “Because look how much you’re blushing!”

A dry whine escapes from your lips as you slap your palms onto your cheeks, proving the twins were right as you feel heat on your cheeks.

“You guys are the worst.” You moan, but a small smile escapes you from their antics.

Their laughter dies down as they sit back down next to you, bumping their shoulders with yours as you hide in embarrassment.

“It’s cute though.” Kaoru assures you, making you look up from your fingers and turn to your right.

“Yeah, now that I think about it.” Hikaru points a finger up in the air as you turn to the left. “You and Kyoya together actually makes sense.”

“You really think so?” A gentle, anxious expression takes over your features, and the twins giggle. They swing their arms over your shoulders, giving you a bear hug as you're sandwiched between them.

“Of course!” Their antics cause you to laugh as well, and the air feels lighter around you as your friendship grows even closer than it was.

A grateful grin glides over your cheekbones as you look at them, and you’re reminded why they are your chosen family.

You get a glimpse of ginger hair and you remember why you were invited over here in the first place.

You playfully shake them off. “Ew, gross, get off of me.” Chuckling through your words, you reach behind Hikaru to grab the discarded bowl and brush. “Go ahead and sit down, Hikaru.” You say as you gesture to the floor in front of you. “I still have to do your otherside. With that split dye, you look like an off brand Todoroki.”

Hikaru’s mouth twists into a frown as Kaoru chuckles. He shoves his brother before making his way back in front of you, rolling the tension out of his shoulders as he still feels the coolness of the dye on his back from where you brushed it onto him.

“Fuck you, bro.” He mumbles as he settles, and you and Kaoru laugh again. The atmosphere becomes lighter as Kaoru picks up the remote.

Shaking his head, Hikaru pulls his knees to his chest, elbows circling his calves and pulling them closer. Kaoru sits next to him, copying his brother’s position.

Kaoru presses play, and you slowly brush the bright pink onto Hikaru’s scalp, smiling a little. As the twins’ shoulders touched, you realized it was nice to see them sit together again. Be normal again.

And so, as you all watched the anime and secretly stained each other with pink and blue dye, there were a few moments of peace. A rare thing in the Hitachiian household.

Walking alone to the cafeteria was a weird experience for you. Sometimes, you and Haruhi would meet up and eat lunch in the music room. Or you, Honey, and Mori would group up before walking down the cafeteria. Other times, Kyoya would be waiting outside of your classroom and walk you down to the refectory himself so that he has time to go over the bills and the numbers with you before the club meets in the afternoon.

But, because you had stayed late in one of the computer labs to work on the coding for your up and coming invention, it left you no time to catch up with any of the club members as they made their usual way to the cafeteria. You just hoped Kyoya had gotten your message about running late.

You pushed open the large, wooden doors to the cafeteria. This refectory was built with such an elegant intention, the sparkling peach tile paired with white pillars and molding. The dishes that were served with the lunches were made out of decorated porcelain, and the students here were literally fed with silver spoons.

Such a delicate, graceful place.

So how in the world was it so chaotic?

Your flinch as a bowl of soup flies past you and crashes against the wall.

And just as you try and face whatever madness is going on in front of you, your face is suddenly covered in icing as cake splats across it.

Oh. My. God.

Even though you can’t see due to the icing that is covering your face, you still feel the presence of five hosts suddenly appearing in front of you. You stand frozen as they watch you, holding your boxed lunch in front of you with bits of dessert slowly drooping from your head onto the tile below you.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Tamaki’s voice resonates as hands grasp your shoulders and turn you slightly to the left.

“What the hell is going on?” As you open your mouth to talk, strings of icing form as you part your lips, the sugar falling onto your tongue.

“(N/n)-chan! You have to stop them, they’ve gone crazy! I tried to offer them cake, but I didn’t know who wanted the strawberry, and they got mad at meee~!” You heard the tears in Honey’s eyes and your eyebrows crinkle in confusion and sympathy.

“Who’s ‘them’?” You ask, but, unfortunately, you already know the answer.

“The twins. They are still fighting.” Mori’s deep voice echos against the formerly pristine walls of the refectory. The same pair of hands that were originally on your shoulders, cradle the right side of your face as another wipes something over one of your eyes.

Of course the twins would start a literal food fight in one of the most public places to make a scene.

Last night, you were sworn to secrecy on grounds of both trust and blackmail. If you told your friends that it was all an act before they were ready to give it up, the brothers had full freedom to tell your secret to anyone they wanted, even Kyoya himself.

The very thought made dread take over your entire body.

Speaking of the ravenet, as your vision is restored when the icing is wiped away, gray eyes focus in front of you. Kyoya switches to your chin and your forehead, using one of his pocket squares to clear the most vital aspects of your face, still holding your face with his fingers.

“Because this square is made out of silk,” he begins, cupping the ball of icing that was accumulated from the accident into his palm, the pocket square becoming the only barrier between his skin and the chunks of pound cake. “It wasn’t really all that absorbent. The icing is still smeared every which way.” Kyoya gives you another observing glance, trying to see if he at least got most of it out of the way. His smirk turns into an amused one when he takes in your sugar-covered state.

“But at least you are able to see.” With another charmed look, he folds his pocket square up and you’re alarmed to watch him throw it away. Only he could be so okay with ruining such an expensive piece of fabric like it’s nothing.

Bringing a hand up to your face, you touch your cheek to still feel a film of the icing on your skin, but most of it was cleaned by the Ootori son.

He meets your eyes again, and something courageous sturs in him as he makes a horrible pun. “Looking sweeter than usual.”

“Thank you, Kyoya.” Your heart warms at his words as you laugh slightly, but your attention is quickly grabbed by the noodles that whiz past your head.

“Here, Tamaki, can you hold this? It seems there is a situation that needs to be taken care of.” You shove your boxed lunch into his arms and march towards the twins. Unbeknownst to you, Tamaki’s eyes glaze over as he stares at your wrapped box, and then they glance at Haruhi’s, whose lunch looks almost identical to yours.

She was the one who taught you how to make them, after all.

The theater in Tamaki’s mind goes rampant with images of Haruhi making him one, and his train of thought goes off the rails as one thing leads to another.

“I don’t care if my boxed lunch is in an embarrassing heart-shape!” The blonde suddenly bursts out into a dramatic pose, gesturing an open palm to Haruhi, who was currently caught in the middle of a Hitachiian food fight, and nearly dropping your lunch. “I will eat it!”

Kyoya catches the toppling lunch from his grasp and holds it securely in his palm, watching Tamaki critically from behind his glasses. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s evident that your fantasies are completely incoherent.”

Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to you. He watches as you walk to the twins, your palms balled into fists from the tension in your expression. The food fight is still going on, and the interactions that ensue remind him of a comic strip, your depictions suddenly becoming more and more animated the further you are away from him.

From a distance, he sees you tap one of the boys on the shoulder, and the blue haired one looks back. Kaoru jumps and they both stop throwing things at each other, scared at your angry face.

Then, you’re scolding them. Kyoya isn’t an expert lip reader, but based off of previous interactions with you and the twins, he assumes you’re yelling at them to stop and ‘shut the fuck up.’ You have quite the mouth when you’re around them.

You make a sweeping gesture with your hands as you make them notice the destruction they’ve caused, but of course, the twins aren’t listening.

Hikaru’s mouth moves as he points to your face, most likely noticing the crumbs of vanilla cakes scattered across your eyelashes and cheekbones.

Oh dear.

Pink and blue heads jostle as the twins begin to laugh at you, breaking the last of your patience. Your lips move in what can only be described as a growl, and an irk appears above your forehead. Moving around to a frozen Haruhi, you pick her up and push her towards the club, moving her out of the splash zone.

As the twins laugh at you, Kyoya observes the stealthiness of your movements as you reach over and grab some soft food from their plates with your bare hands, and chuck each of the handfuls into their faces.

This receives an amazed look from the Ootori son – as expressive as it gets for someone like him – and the cafeteria falls silent as they watch the three of you.

Both Hikaru and Kaoru blink, their golden irises shining through the mushed grain/potato/whatever it was. Time froze as you each held a stare, daring the other to move one inch closer to the trays of food in front of you.

All three of you call the others' bluff as Kyoya works to avoid the sudden onslaught of food that erupts from your table. Soup, pastries, fruits, smoothies, sandwiches, salads, hot tea, all being hurled into every direction.

The ravenet’s jaw ticks as he makes eye contact with Tamaki, who meets his gaze as they give each other a ‘we-should-have-expected-this’ look.

Haruhi appears in front of the duo with her lunch in hand, an exhausted look on her face as she deadpans at the three of you from over her shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna go eat in my classroom after all.” She says tiredly, and hurries away, leaving Tamaki and Kyoya to rush into the food fight head first and peel you three off of each other.

Steam seeped into your lungs as you tried not to slip on the tile below you. Warm water cascaded down your collarbone and over your hips, collecting crumbs and splashes of various sauces from your skin. You inhaled a deep sigh before turning the shower dial to the right and stepping out of the small cubicle that your school calls a bathroom, grabbing the towel you rented from the receptionist off the rack. The floor shined with moisture and new polish as you made your way to one of the lockers, grabbing a new uniform from the shelves.

After the food fight in the cafeteria, Kyoya had ordered an emergency club meeting to talk about the twins behavior. You were worried, to be honest. There wasn’t much that wasn’t your fault based on the events from this afternoon, and your head hurt from the absolute chaos that seems to follow the twins wherever they go. Or at least, more chaos than usual.

So it was nice when Kyoya suggested that you get cleaned up before the meeting tonight as he picked leaves of spinach from the stained collar of your suit jacket. The steam and the (f/s)-scented soap helped you clear your mind from the stress of keeping the Hitachiian’s secret, and prepare you for the consequences of engaging in a food fight with the twins.

You rolled down your shirt sleeves as you stepped out of the bathroom, your jacket draped over one elbow as you adjusted the cuffs. But someone in front of you cleared their throat, breaking your attention away from your apparel.

“Hey.” You say lightly, a smile on your face your heartbeat picks up just a little over its usual speed.

“Good afternoon.” Kyoya looks at you over his black book with his usual sharp gaze, and you don’t miss how his gray eyes quickly scan your figure. He leans against the wall adjacent to the entrance to the women’s locker room. You get flashbacks to your physical exam, how he waited for you when you needed to return his jacket.

He seemed to have a habit of leaning up against walls and waiting for you so you two could walk back together, and you weren’t complaining.

“It seems the extra uniform suits you well.” He says as he closes his notebook, tucking it under his arm as you fall into step with him.

“It does! I was surprised we had a spare.” You say brightly, maybe a little too eager to be talking to him.

Once you realized that you had a crush on the ravenet to your left, you’ve had trouble acting normal around him. You take note of every stutter, flutter, and blush that appears in your persona whenever he is around. Your stomach turns as you pray that while Kyoya is extremely at reading other people like the back of his hand, his lack of romantic experience would keep him from picking up on your unintentional, embarrassing mannerisms.

“After the Princess Ayanokoji incident., I felt it would serve well to have multiple spares of every kind of uniform in case we ran into another incident that was similar.” He smirks as he remembers the food fight. “I’m glad I was more prepared this time.”

You laugh, and your body and mind calm down as you fall into the comfortable banter that is familiar when it comes to your best friend.

“Me too. Although this shirt is clearly new…” You stretch the collar of your shirt, pulling the itchy, starchy fabric away from your skin. “It hasn’t been worn down at all.”

Kyoya’s eyes drop down again as you fiddle with the fabric, squinting as they fall onto an oddly colored patch on the back of your neck.

“(Y/n)...” His tone drops deeper as he tries to keep his composure. His jaw ticks as he gently moves your hands, shoulders tensing as he moves the white shirt farther away, revealing a pink splat on the side of your neck.

He’s seen the movies, and Hikaru and Kaoru have bragged on and on about the multiple dates that they’ve taken girls on that resulted in this exact kind of thing.

But who…with you?

He swallows. He thought that you had been acting differently in the past couple days because maybe, just maybe you had realized his feelings for you. The way you bounced up to greet him or the way you two would catch each other’s gazes during late night study sessions.

Clearly, as usual, he was reading into it too much.

He cursed himself as his mouth ran dry. “Is this a, uh,” He cleared his throat again, forcing the words to be as calm as he could make them. “Is this a hickey?”

He tries not to stare at it as his thoughts uncontrollably spiral. Of course you were involved with someone else, of course he hadn’t done the best he could to-

A nervous laugh cuts him off.

“What?!” You sputter, craning your neck and nearly turning in a circle so that you could try to get a view of the spot that was forever going to be out of your line of sight.

“What are you talking about?” You ask the ravenet, turning back to him to see his shoulders slump lower than they were and a sigh escapes him at your immediate confusion to his question.

It couldn’t be a hickey if you didn’t even know what he was talking about.

Which means there was still a chance he wasn’t reading into things.

“There’s a pink spot on the side of your neck.” Kyoya will forever know how to dig himself out of a situation where he was wrong; to confront it dead on. It was a rare occasion, but it still happened nonetheless. “At first glance, it looked like a bruise, but that seems to be the wrong assumption.”

Now that he took a closer look, the color was too bright of a pink to be produced from the skin. It was too artificial.

He scolded himself for letting such a strong emotional reaction motivate his thought process.

You breathe a sigh of relief and laugh. “Oh my god. I was really concerned for a second there.” You shake your head and move to one of the windows that both of you were passing, moving the collar of the shirt once again to glance at what your best friend was talking about.

“Oh, I see what you mean.” You fix your shirt and continue walking by his side. “It’s hair dye.” Holding up your fingers, you feel a tingle under your palms as you invite him to scan the spots of pink and blue that hid under your fingernails and the sides of your knuckles.

“The twins asked me to help them dye their hair, and things got a little out of hand.” Another giggle escapes you. “Clearly, they’re only way of handling arguments is to throw things at each other, and I was caught in the middle.”

Kyoya feels his ever increasing heartbeat slow when you explain yourself, relief flooding through his nervous system.

He smirks as you both round a corner and begin climbing the stairs to the music room. “You seem to be around them quite a bit lately.”

“Yeah, it’s exhausting.” You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows a laugh from your joke while you sigh dramatically. “I was just trying to see if there was anything I could do to get them to form some common ground, but, uh…” The other night flashes back into the front of your mind, an image of the twins holding their finger over the call button on Kyoya’s contact spurring you to not give away their secret. “I guess I couldn’t get through to them.”

“We still need to find some sort of solution.” The Ootori son states as he reopens his black book, tilting it over slightly in order to give you a better view. “The club can’t afford to lose its Brotherly Love package.”

Black ink scribbles across the page as equations and dollar signs scatter the paper. It was clear that Kyoya had been busy creating and calculating different solutions to the absence of the twins’ services. But, despite his efforts, you find red ink circling obscene numbers. Numbers that the club definitely could not come up with on its own.

You meet his gaze and as much as he debates you on how much he cares for this club, you find a sense of worried alarm churning in his irises.

“Give them a few more days.” You assure him, giving him your most comforting smile. “I’m sure they’ll get bored at some point, and everything will go back to normal.”

And if it didn’t end soon, you would make it end.

Kyoya gives a grateful smirk at your attempt to calm his anxieties about the budget as he pushes the door open. He holds it open for you as you pass through it, and the megane watches you walk past him, not being able to tear his gaze away from you.

You turn back to look at him, and although he could never show it, his heart lurches in his chest.

A closed mouth smile follows the thought that he couldn’t let this club fail, because then where would he be, if not with you?

Biting your lip, you look around the club room. Because you and Kyoya had been the first to arrive, you were able to continue working on your project while Kyoya typed on his computer. You both talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the comforting silence of each other’s presence and only talking when you felt motivated too.

You had been sanding down the plastic on the shell of your invention when the rest of the host club walked through the door, save for the gingers in question. Haruhi and Honey sat next to you, intrigued by the peculiar mechanics you had laid out across the table as you waited for everyone else to show up. Tamaki sat at the head of the table while Mori took the seat across from you.

But even as all of your friends showed up, the silence still remained. Honey kicked his legs below the table as he watched you work, sadly placing his head in his palm. His cheeks spilled over his hand, and there was a distant look in his eye. Tamaki also wasn’t pleased, and when you glanced over at him, sympathy filled your heart at the exhausted look that overtook his entire posture.

You were about to say something, but Kyoya cleared his throat.

“Looking at the numbers, if this situation isn’t resolved, I’m afraid we are going to have to stop offering our Brotherly Love package.” He pauses to look around the room, noting the absences of each twin. “We’re down one pair of loving brothers.”

His eyes land on Haruhi as she sits to the right of Honey, unexpecting of the passive aggressive host smile that has taken over his face. “Oh, and Harurhi, I just want you to know there is no reason for you to feel responsible.” The Ootori son looks back to hsi computer, his tone too light and too forgiving to be genuine. “Even though it was your tactless comment that started this whole feud between the twins in the first place, right?”

You gawked at him while Haruhi sweatdropped, both of you clearly picking up his sarcasm. You kicked him under the table, but he just rolled his eyes, not caring about what drama he may have stirred up. If you wanted to work with Kyoya, you had to deal with all of the blunt confrontation that comes with him.

Haruhi looks down at her feet, still deadpanned. “Clearly he blames me for this.”

“Clearly, he’s stressed, and trying to find a scapegoat for a problem he can’t solve.” You assure her, still pointing a warning gaze to Kyoya. Just because you liked him doesn’t mean you couldn’t call him out.

His jaw ticked, but there was no back-handed comeback. A white flag of surrender.

As you returned to your work, Honey’s pout deepend. “It’s weird for Hika-chan and Kaoru-chan to be fighting like this. It’s never happened before.” The lolita boy has made a game of gathering the dust from your sanding into a small mound and drawing shapes into the particles.

Haruhi lifts her head. “They’ve never fought before?”

You shake your head, focusing desperately on a sharp edge that won’t dull. “I’ve only known Hikaru and Kaoru for a couple of years now, but I’ve never seen them not together until now.”

“I’ve known them since preschool.” Honey pitches in, his high voice carrying back into the conversation. “We weren’t in the same year, so I never really got to talk to them. But I remember that the two of them always played together.”

“It’s true.” A sad sigh blows out form Tamaki’s lips as the blonde leans his elbows onto the mahogany below him. “I mean, I met them in middle school, and they always stood out. It seemed like they kept everyone at a distance except each other.”

You look back to the other night as you pause your engineering, how comfortable they felt around you, how easy it was fitting into their small circle.

“They’ve really come a long way. Sounds like they were even more warped back then.” You say, meeting the blonde’s violet gaze.

He nods, and you notice the absence of typing as Kyoya tunes more into the conversation.

“But when you stop to think about it,” The prince continues, brightening up just a little bit. “Maybe this whole thing is good for them.” He shrugs, his hands and shoulders moving into a hopeful shrug.

“Maybe it means that the twins are broadening their horizons a bit!” His voice lilts at the way you turn your head slightly to look at the table in front of you. “We should really just leave them alone.”

Kyoya doesn’t miss the way your brow furrows.

“What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” The ravenet’s voice ripples through your hesitance, and you look up to see the club staring at you with worry.

“I just…” You start, but you pause to take a breath. You know the twins are faking, and yet you haven’t done anything to stop them. Seeing it affect the club so much is frustrating, and as you notice Kyoya’s under eyes and Tamaki’s misshapen head of hair, you begin to worry. If you leave them alone, then how long would it be till they ‘made up’? The twins are so stubborn, how long would this last until they got bored?

You try to steer your friends in another direction. “What if they don’t fix it, ya know?” Please take the hint, you internally beg. “I mean, they’ve never fought before, do they even know how to make up?”

Haruhi nods beside you, drawing your attention. “They probably need someone to tell them when it’s time to give in and call it quits.” She gives you a stern nod, as if she’s already decided to take on the responsibility. “We’ll give them another couple of days.”

Your head pounded.

Your face in your hands, you couldn’t see the absolute chaos going on in front of you, but you could hear it. The creaking of chairs and the shattering of porcelain as the twins toss objects back and forth, catching them and throwing them back to the other.

The pulse at the forefront of your skull got larger, swelling and deflating dramatically as their pitches got more sporadic, and the light from the chandeliers floods through the cracks of your fingers as you find Honey at the top of the pile the brothers have formed in the center of the room.

A disapproving face crawls it’s way onto your face as you groan and let your head flop forward on the table, the impact worsening the pain in your head.

To your left, Kyoya types on his laptop, and you turn your head to see his eyes drooping slightly, another effect of the twin’s escapades. The poor manager already didn’t get enough sleep as it was, and now all hope was lost for your crush.

And to his left, Tamaki slouches. Slouches. The man who believes that the quality of posture is directly related to his class and elegance bends his spine into the shape of a cashew, his cheeks bulging over his palm. You two meet eyes before you fold your head back into the crease of your elbow, welcoming the darkness after the light magnified your budding migraine.

A weak, princely voice tries to break through the noise. “Don’t you guys think that maybe it’s time for you guys to stop fighting?” Another whine breaks from his lips. “It’s driving me insane.”

Hikaru turns to the boss, a vein nearly popping out of his forehead from the sheer effort of chucking chair after chair.

You were almost impressed at their acting skills. If they weren’t such a pain in your ass.

“It’s driving you insane?! You’ve gotta be kidding me! How do you think I feel right now?” The pink-haired twin’s voice grated against his vocal chords, his tone rougher than usual. “Everytime I look in the mirror I see his face! I’m sick and tired of being mistaken for you Kaoru! The truth is, I hate your guts!”

Your head spins as you whip it up, staring at the brothers. You knew they were acting, but those were harsh words.

Kaoru scoffs, eyebrows cinching together as he yells back at his twin. “You took the words right out of my mouth!”

His blue hair shuffles as he reaches into his jacket pocket. “In fact, I hate you so much, I brought this!” Kaoru whips his hand out, a familiar looking doll in his grasp.

You stand too suddenly, your headache increasing tenfold. “Beelezenef the curse doll?!”

Tamaki also stands, and his face goes white as he remembers his past with the club of dark magic.

Kyoya pauses his typing at your sudden outbursts, watching the blood drain from both your faces.

A wicked smirk curls onto Kaoru’s lips as he pulls a sharpie from his pants pocket. “I’m going to complete the curse, Hikaru. I’m going to write your name on his back!” Evilly, he begins to scribble on the back of Beelzenef. “From this day forward, you’re going to experience nothing but misfortune and sorrow!”

Footsteps sound across the floor, strides too large to be seen as anything but urgent. You and Haruhi are one, a power duo as you finally reach the twins and do something you both have been wanting to do for a long time, even if you never admitted it.

You each picked a twin, and as you stepped up to blue and Haruhi appeared in front of pink, you punched Hikaru and Kaoru in the face.

The twins toppled, losing their balance from the force and tumbling to the ground below them. Behind you, you heard a princely gasp and a laptop slam closed.

“Will you guys knock it off?” You say, seething from both ears. “What do you think you’re doing?!” You reach down and pluck the doll out of Kaoru’s hand. “You don’t bring something like this into a petty fight!”

Haruhi is as angry as you are. “Both of you are at fault, but what is really sad is that you’ve brought everyone else around you into your big mess!”

“Yeah!” You chime in, trying to tell them off without revealing that you knew about this whole thing. “Look around you. Everyone is so sick of this.”

Haruhi points a motherly finger to the boys. “Now apologize to each other!” She takes a breath. “If you don’t make up right now, I’m never gonna let you come over to my house! Have I made myself clear?”

Oh fuck.

You whip around to your best friend as she fumes, unknowingly sealing her fate.

Haruhi, you lovable idiot.

If the twins were only fighting to fill their boring lives, they needed something else to entertain them if you wanted them to stop.

Who better to entertain them than their new toy?

The twins’ shocked expressions morph into twisted smiles, and their golden eyes flash with a sense of victory.

“So what you’re saying is…” They leap up, and you can imagine the whiplash your friends experience as they move in perfect sync, wrapping their arms around Haruhi’s shoulders as you’re pushed to the side. “...if we make up, then we can come to your house?”

The doll in your hand feels heavy as you turn it over, the Japanese script for “BLANK” written on the back.

“Not like this.” You whisper as you show the honor student.

Her face blanches.

The Hitachiian’s embrace suddenly, caressing each others faces passionately, rubbing the fact that they were able to make up so easily into everyone’s face.

“I’m so sorry Kaoru, even though I was only following our script, I said such awful things to you.” The pink-haired brother sniffs. “I’m not fit to be your brother.”

Kaoru shakes his head. “Don’t say that Hikaru! I was so worried. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you!”

The overacting was too much, but you were glad the chaos had finally stopped.

Honey walks over to you, the rest of the club having seen everything from a distance. “You’re kidding me! You’ve been faking it this whole time?!”

The twins, to your annoyance, just shrugged. “We were bored!”

Your eye twitched as you dropped the doll onto the floor. “Twins with too much time on their hands are the devil.”

:::

“So,” A deep voice sounds behind you as you watch the club activities. “How long did you know?”

You spin to see your favorite megane appear next to you. A teasing smirk is lightly placed on his face as he looks down at you from the corner of his eye, his glasses reflecting the sunlight streaming through the windows in the club.

Around you, the club bustles, the previous tension from the twins fight completely dissolving as they get back to work, much to the guests’ delight.

You debated denying it, but from the knowing simper on his face, you couldn’t find the use.

A guilty smile made its way onto your face. “Only a couple of days. Dying hair is a bonding experience.”

A rumbling hum passes through his chest as he looks at you. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Shrugging, you looked around the room. “I figured you already had your suspicions.”

“I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark, (Y/n). You owe me another favor.”

Exasperated, you turn to him. “Wha-! I didn’t tell you because I physically couldn’t! That isn’t fair.”

His raven eyebrow arches. “Why couldn’t you tell me? Did they blackmail you?”

You blow air out from between your lips. “More or less.”

Kyoya almost laughs. He couldn’t think of anything from the background check he had done on you a year ago that would be bad enough for blackmail. “With what?”

“If I told you, that would defeat the entire purpose of me keeping a Hitachiian secret.”

Kyoya swallows, a new glint in his eye. A secret? About you? This would be fun. “Who knew you were so mysterious?”

You laugh, and he sees you sparkle in Music Room #3. “I try to keep people on their toes.” You say, teasingly.

Your eyes shine even more as you watch Haruhi correctly choose which twin was Hikaru even though they had you re-dye their hair last night, this time with swapped hair colors.

“Haruhi is really making her way into their world.”

“She’ll be good for them. They need a star in their night sky.”

Just like Kyoya had found one in his.

Next Time on Lavender Roses!

“Rejoice Haruhi! You’re going to have an underclassman! Someone new wants to join the club!”

“But he’s in elementary school.”

“I wonder what he’ll be like, all grown up.”

The Grade School Host Is The Naughty Type!

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More thoughts on Thorin Oakenshield

Particularly on his rapid-rehab over the Gold-sickness - which is a scene I think about often, being in recovery myself (9 years 8 months sober, btw 🌼).

So considering that this all happens within like 2 to 5 minutes maybe - plus however long it takes him to walk from the throne room of Erebor to the Gallery of Kings, which we don't see - I think we have to take into consideration where he is coming from, which is the moment in which Dwalin tried to stand up to him. Then, he responded by a) berating himself, as he is - basically calling crownless-Thorin-Oakenshield a nothing, and b) literally threatening to kill Dwalin. And that came right after he denied his kin in general when the battle started, and THAT came right after he tried to throw Bilbo - arguably his plot-relevant Love, whether you ship it or not (thanks to @sonickitty for this amazing post) - from the ramparts whether or not he would have been able to go through with it notwithstanding, since Gandalf interrupted him to help get Bilbo out of there.

Those are three big, emotional things that force him to hole up further into his sickness, but also call him out at the same time, which I think is evident in how coldly desperate he looks when he tells Dwalin to go "before I kill you." Part of him knows he is losing it - as much as he clings to the gold fever, as if its a reassurance. As if it's security, after nearly a lifetime of uncertainty, which would be really, really easy to rationalize away as a "valid" and "reasonable" thing.

(Which is textbook addictive behavior, btw. "I need this because.... It's all right because....")

And I think it's telling, then, that he ends up in the Gallery instead of the treasury.

Part of that was likely a plot-design choice, since that's where they almost defeated Smaug and that shiny gold floor makes for some amazing visuals in his hallucinations. BUT. Looking at it from a Watsonian perspective, I think that him going there - choosing the place of the Company's almost-victory, instead of the place of his grandfather's defeat - speaks volumes about the part of him that wants to stop.

And then, we get a look inside his brain - all those overlapping voices, all the reminders of what is happening to him, how he has acted, and who he was before. The faith his people had in him. All as a cacophony - until Bilbo's voice, at which point there is no more overlapping. Just Bilbo speaking loud and clear - "You are changed, Thorin." - and then "I am not my grandfather," just as had been interspersed with the other voices, too, but now as clear and uninterrupted as his recall of Bilbo's words. And they are, first, the words he spoke to him on the ramparts - when he, the most emotionally close to him (since Fíli and Kíli are still following orders and are under that obligation to him as their King, family bonds therefore notwithstanding) finally called him out for who he'd become, followed by what he said to him in the mithril scene, when he failed to reach him earlier (seeing as a certain King Under the Mountain got distracted in his illness and warped their affection into "you are a shiny thing for me to protect and apparently not listen to"). Which, I know they didn't include the "our honor - I was also there" part of the line, but that came right after "is this treasure truly worth more than your honor," so even with that unsaid that loops him right back into that emotional bond and the fact that Bilbo does know, and care for, who he really is. And calls him to stand for it.

At which point, he sees the shadow of a dragon in the gold, as if swimming through it - which I think is supposed to stand for the fact that he has taken Smaug's place, in intention, but on a very quiet note, because: then, the clarity of speech continues, with Gandalf proclaiming that this treasure will be his death. Gandalf as much as he's a douche and they haven't always gotten along being the closest thing to one of the Powers, to his own Maker, that he has ever met or is likely to physically meet in this life.

I think that was deliberate.

From a recovery standpoint, hitting bottom often starts with emotional appeal from one's loved ones (Dwalin, Bilbo) but doesn't stick until spirituality gets involved, so this seems - again, from my own experience - to be a subtle way to pull that in after leaning heavily on his emotional connections.

Which is followed, of course, by the hallucination - his vision - of the gold of the floor literally swallowing him whole, and smoothing back over as if nothing had ever happened. Just like it would have looked if they had buried Smaug there. He would really be nothing, then. Forgotten, maybe, even.

That, and Gandalf's words, really touch on Thorin's own will to survive - yes, we've gotten reminders of what actions he's taken in the illness, and what's happening to others as a result, BUT if someone in addiction doesn't want to live - and thus, doesn't want to break out of it - nothing genuine can be done. They have to want to survive. They have to want to recover. So we get that, here, with those words and seeing the gold kill him in the same manner that he (and the Company) tried to kill Smaug.

To which we get the answer of that excellent far-away shot of him throwing off the crown, looking so small in the vast, empty, golden space.

(And then his bewilderment, kind of dreamily coming out of it, looking at the floor - the crown itself, probably - as if in a trance, and then slowly and subtly back up and out around himself.)

The next scene we get of him is not much later - we get a quick look outside, see that Dain is calling his forces back to the mountain, and Azog believes he is killing it (strut, sir), then we snap right back to the Company. Which Thorin joins, now in really not enough leather armor instead of the heavy plate mail.

Bare of all the trappings of his status - back to Thorin Oakenshield, again, who was always already good enough in the first place 💙 And, the first thing he does is make amends the best way he can under the circumstances. He hears Kíli's grievance, he validates his feelings, and he shows up for the reality around himself and the people under his care.

"I have no right to ask this of any of you (which is pretty close to an apology) but will you follow me, one last time?" (Which is a declaration of action, intent. What he is gonna do now to make it right, truly himself again.)

He sounds resigned, but with acceptance. Like he knows that they're likely going to their death - all of them - but he can't do this alone, and doing this is the right thing, in any and all cases.

Considering that recovery from addiction usually takes years of suffering (and then years of work), that the stage direction/scripty goodness was all of one line, and looking at what we see both before that scene and after it, I think they did a pretty incredible job. To my knowledge, in the book, we get very little of this at all - Thorin comes into the battle still full-armored, we don't see his thought process about that choice (vs. staying in the mountain), and he doesn't acknowledge his wrongs until he's on his deathbed. So for his illness, on this level, to have been addressed at all, let alone with this depth, is a gift.

I am quite impressed and grateful.

More LoTR/The Hobbit meta here.

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Part 13

Warnings: Teen Content. Making out. Plot

Winter Break places a pause to the school year activities but the girls are busy personally. Romanda has Shuri fly to DC to be with her for a week so she can be back to see Riri’s Honors Society Induction. Riri hates the separation so she calls Shuri as soon as she can.

“How was the flight Dove?” “It went smoothly Princess. I went to sleep as soon as the plane took off.” Ri is curled up in her bed wearing one of Shuri’s many hoodies she has acquired. “Baby, how can you sleep literally anywhere? You have got to be aware of what’s going on around you.” “I was fine Princess. I just envision you being with me. That comforts me.”

“You made that up to make me smile. Don’t distract I still worry.” “I know. There's no need I’m safe. Mother wants to congratulate you on your honors society induction. We are so proud of you. How is the speech coming?”

“I have it done. It’s about my Dad, my biggest force to keep creating. Give her my thanks.” “He is in everything you do, just remember. I can’t wait to be there in the front row.” “You better since I’ll be at every home game to see the Panther play.” “Oooh sounds like I’m going to have the best season. With my new good luck charm there.” Another call chimes in and Riri let’s Shuri take the call.

“I will text you later Princess. I love you.” “I love you more.”

The fast switch brings M'Baku’s deep baritone voice over the speaker. He serves as Shuri’s agent and wanted to discuss some endorsements that are on the table. Offers came flying in after the first campaign. This year is crucial for her image and she has a lot of good buzz. “Bro I would rather have an Adidas sponsorship than Reebok. The apparel is more me you know.” “I do like the Adidas agreement better so no issues from me. Baby Sister. Before you ask, you can wear other things recreationally. ”

Shuri laughs full chest. “Aye I’ll get right on picking out my game swag. Second Brotha, is my surprise ready?” A deep bellowy laugh comes through the phone. “Yes Sister, your Christmas surprise is ready. Your softness is showing. Being in love is a beautiful thing, no?”

Shuri drops her head blushing. How she feels for Riri has been known for sometime but it still gives her butterflies. “It is a surreal feeling.” “Well I love to witness your joy. She is a talented young woman. Just make sure you are being responsible.” The last part makes Shuri flustered. “Thank you Brotha. She is my shining star. I am more than responsible.” Humming M’Baku just leaves the comment for now. “We will be in touch Sister.” “Bye Bro.”

Shuri flops on her bed lying on her back looking up to the ceiling. Her mind is all over the place. Especially now. Sometimes she just needs these moments to process everything around her. Her Senior Basketball season is right around the corner. She’s nervous about it for reasons she can’t quite put into words. Maybe she just feels things are going too well. Her classes she even has been painting again, the NIL deal is good, plus she has the girl of her dreams. She wishes her Father could be here for it all, that makes her think of Riri who she knows wishes the same thing.

That wish motivates Shuri to be very intentional about supporting Rihanna, and she knows that Riri thinks the same way. The thought makes her smirk. This surprise she has up her sleeve was not easy to think up. She racked her brain about this for weeks and found the perfect thing. She hopes.

Ironically Riri is thinking in a similar fashion lying in almost the exact same position. Her mind is wandering thinking of her research, of her induction speech and how she is now loudly and proudly in Love. It’s been a whirlwind but it feels so comfortable. Riri is stuck though on how to surprise her girlfriend for Christmas. Of all the holidays to be stuck she chooses her favorite one to not have a clue of what to do.

The trip to DC was pleasantly quick. Shuri made a point to clear a lot of her business so she can just enjoy the holiday. Riri and Sharon were standing at the airline waiting for a jet lagged Shuri. Once she saw her Princess Shuri swept her up in a tight hug lifting her high into the air with ease. Riri could not help but kiss her and pull her bottom lip just a touch. It speaks with a bit more passion than Sharon could stand. Clearing her throat they split apart gathering Shuri’s things in the car.

“Shuri, please don’t leave home without this girl again ok?” Sharon is jovial as she pulls out of the pick up lane. “Hey! I wasn’t that bad Sha.” “Yes Sister it was that bad, you acted out One Wish in the shower.” The car is full of laughs. “STOOOOP I just missed you is all” Riri whined facing Shuri. “We FaceTimed every night though Princess.” Shuri pecked Ri’s pouting lips. “Aww I’ll just pack you in my luggage next time.” Sharon shakes her head and makes a fake barf sound. “Gross.” The ride home from there was chill.

The chemistry with the families was immediate and genuine. Mrs Williams and Mrs Udaku adore the relationship their daughters have so they support it any way they can. There is an open door policy at both homes but it works for them, neither girl is ready for what happens behind closed doors other than some making out quite yet. That is what they decided in the last conversation but some feelings have been shifting recently. Still no action yet despite the feelings.

This helps to ease Romanada’s mind as she is not home much due to her Diplomatic Duties. The Netflix nights, Friday Dinners and nap dates are all parent approved courting.

It is the day before Christmas Eve and the girls have gotten approved for their first supervised overnight. Shuri will stay at Riri’s then have a family style Christmas Eve Dinner with the Williams’ plus a full Christmas Day. Everyone piles out of the car when Sharon pulls up to the house. It feels so much home for Shuri she even says it.

After getting settled and changed in the Pjs Riri and Shuri build their normal Netflix fort in the front room and cuddle in for a Christmas movie marathon. Riri is sitting between Shuri’s legs leaning on her chest. “Hey Princess, pass the popcorn.” Shuri's voice vibrates on Ri's back as she speaks. Riri picks it up and holds it out, keeping it away looking back with a smirk. “No come get it.” Shuri smirks back leaning up on her knees, she starts to tickle her girlfriend for the bowl. “I’ll get it alright.” Ri sets the bowl down and is full blow gently wrestling now. They roll around a bit with Riri nipping at Shuri’s skin a few times.

They stop as Shuri holds Ri with her on top and the butterflies in their stomach turn to flames with one kiss. Pulling on her bottom lip Shuri slides her tongue into Ri’s mouth and a moan escapes both of their mouths. Shuri’s hands move with more confidence over Ri’s body resting her thumbs under the hem of Ri’s shirt gripping her body closer. Ri’s hands tangle in Shuri’s hair and she pulls at the curls when a new sensation takes over her. Shuri is kissing her neck with a soft bite and sucking. There are several more that follow leaving bruises. Riri bites her bottom lip for dear life to not make too much noise.

Shuri moans against the skin she is bruising with each tug to her hair. “Shit” she says as she pulls away to look at Ri. The look in her eye means Riri wants to try so they roll over leaning Riri on top. Shuri’s hands run up her back as Ri follows the steps Shuri did with a little more flare. She kisses her lips with tongue then pulls at Shuri’s ear. Before biting her neck and licking it some. Shuri breathes out gripping Ri’s back under her shirt. Riri places a soft hand on Shuri’s neck before kissing her on the lips again. Shuri has to push her back some to speak. Breathless. “We need to stop.” Riri giggles while holding her face to hide her blush. Ri realizes that she was rocking her hips a bit into Shuri. Breathless and giggling “Right I’m sorry.”

Laughing as she moves Ri’s hands, Shuri leaves butterfly kisses all over her girl's face. “You don’t have to be sorry, trust me. I just don’t want to wake Sha.” They move to cuddle and get comfy. Shuri is holding onto Ri loosely. “Hey Dove can I ask you something?” “Of course Baby. You can ask me anything.” Shuri picks up on her nervous energy. She breathes out tickling Riri’s neck. “I know tonight is not right but…do you know when you will be ready?” Kissing that same spot on her neck, Shuri wants to reassure Riri. “Baby what are you asking me?” Riri sits up out of Shuri’s arms with a huff. “I just want to know why you stop us every time something gets close to happening? I know I don’t know much but I can learn.” Riri’s head is down, not meeting Shuri’s eyes.

Shuri sits up to face Ri and holds her face to make their eyes meet. “Honestly I have never stopped because of you. I stopped us because of me. I don’t have much experience either, so I get nervous about what to do.” It’s Shuri’s turn to look down. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So never question if I’m ready. I just want it to be right.” Riri kisses Shuri’s cheek hugging her. “Then let’s say now we will do what feels right until it time.”

Shuri melts into Riri’s hug and she shakes her head yes. They allow sleep to come for them after they settle in their blankets relieved for tonight.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @dominiquesheart @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998

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3d-wifey · 2 years

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You've Got Me Under Wraps (Darling, I'm in Love)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: Even if he hadn't asked, you would always help him in any way you could because you knew he would do the same for you. Which explained why he was currently standing before you on a Friday night, rattling on about dead cheerleaders.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warning: smut in the woods, a surprising amount of fluff, canon divergence (everyone lives and no one dies), spoilers for season 4, description of injury, Eddie just being a simp, grinding, mentions of math

A/N: In an alternate universe, this was a Steve x reader x Eddie fic. There might be some plot holes, but don't worry about it. If I didn't mention it, it didn't happen 😊. I have a description of how everyone slept at Steve's house, but it didn't make it in. Here it is.

"You take the first digit of the dividend from the left. Check if this digit is greater than or equal to the divisor. Then divide it by the divisor and I can literally feel you staring at me." You turned and caught the gaze that was practically burning holes into the side of your head.

He froze, fingers locked around the ends of his hair with his lip caught between his teeth, looking for all the world like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Eddie, you asked me to help you. How are you supposed to learn if you're paying more attention to me than your homework?"

He convinced you to help by making the case that he couldn't afford to fail any classes this year. It honestly didn't take much begging on his part, considering you were probably more eager for him to graduate than he was. Turns out saying your boyfriend was still in high school got you strange looks even if you were the same age.

"Can you blame me? You are very," he glanced down at your lips, slowly leaning in, "distracting." He said lowly, air puffing against your mouth. You knew what he was trying to do. You didn't know what was more baffling: him trying to flirt his way out of doing his homework or the fact that it was actually working on you.

For a moment, you considered how easy it would be to crawl onto his lap and put everything on hold, long division be damned. But if you did that, you knew there was no chance in hell of it ever getting done.

"Eddie." You sighed against his lips. His full, pouty lips that were still glossy with your lip balm from your previous 'break'.

"I'm sorry! Look, no more distractions, I'll be good," his rings glinted as he raised his right hand, thumb holding down his pinky, "Scout's honor."

"You were never a boy scout."

"I wish I was! Boy scouts are badass. Imagine how much fun we would have if I had learned how to tie all those knots." He grinned, poking you in the side where he knew you were ticklish. And his smile only grew the more you squirmed, his eyes settling into a squint as you failed to stop yourself from laughing.

"There it is," he placed one hand behind your neck, pulling you closer, "Sweetest music in the world." You both waited with bated breaths and mirthful grins, faces an inch away from each other. It was a standstill to see who would crack first.

In the end, he broke first—but you weren't that far behind him. His lips were hot against yours, cherry ChapStick heavy on your tastebuds. His tongue licked at the seam of your lips before diving in, tracing the roof of your mouth. His other hand cupped your cheek, thumb smoothing over your skin. You looped one hand through his curls and he moaned against your lips as you tugged on them.

You gathered the strength to pull away and he leaned in again, but you tightened your grip on his hair to keep him still. His face scrunched up with a groan, whether it was in frustration or pleasure was anyone's guess. You stared at him, big brown doe eyes glazed over with need, his lips slick with spit, and reminded yourself how important this homework was.

Instead of going back in for seconds like you wanted to—you truly deserved an award for your restraint—you used your grip on his hair to make him face the unfinished math sheet.

"Now, focus."

"Yes, ma'am." He giggled.

That was over a week ago. Even if he hadn't asked, you would always help him in any way you could because you knew he would do the same for you. Which explained why he was currently standing before you on a Friday night, rattling on about dead cheerleaders.

He had come through your window in a hurry, practically falling on the floor in his haste to get inside. You weren't surprised at his sudden appearance since he came through your window more times than your front door. You were surprised, however, when he took the magazine out of your hands and started talking a mile a minute about what he went through the past twenty-four hours.

"Wait, wait, Eddie, slow down," you pulled your blanket off of you and stood from your bed, "Chrissy's dead? Chrissy Cunningham?" You knew her. Knew of her, at least. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. You had seen her in passing from time to time, talked to her on the rare occasion. You also knew she was one of Eddie's newest clients. She was a sweet girl.

"Yes! Yes," you flinched as he shouted and pointed at you in agreement, "It was like something out of The Exorcist. I tried to wake her up, but I guess she was having some kind of...seizure, I don't know. And then she rose to the ceiling like she was being fucking raptured and then her bones were breaking and her—her eyes—" He cut himself off, placing a shaking hand over his mouth.

You tried not to gawk at him as he paced the length of your room, but you were finding it unbelievably hard. You could imagine it, yet something told you the image you had conjured up was nowhere near as gruesome as what he actually saw.

"I know I probably sound batshit insane right now, b-but," you winced as he pulled at the roots of his hair in frustration, stopping before you, "Please, princess, you have to believe me." You looked down at his ring-clad hands as they reached to grasp yours. For as long as you had known him, you had never seen him like this.

This wasn't something he could or would make up. Plus, after everything you experienced over the last three years, you had no reason to doubt him.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He was still panicked around the eyes, but it was overshadowed by his mounting confusion.

"Okay. I believe you." No matter how much you didn't want to.

You had hoped he would never have to know about any of this, that he would never know firsthand the horrors that hid in Hawkins. But now that he did, you needed to tell him everything. And that's exactly what you did as he listened with rapt attention. You started with missing kids and interdimensional monsters and ended with girls with magic and the real reason the mall was shut down.

"I knew there was something up with that story! Fire my ass," he exclaimed from his place sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bed, one of your stuffed animals held tight against his chest, "Wait, Mindflayer? That's—"

"A DnD character, I know...I think Dustin or Mike might of named it. Maybe Lucas." He was taking all of the information pretty well, all things considered. You leaned back into your pile of pillows with a sigh, suddenly weary at the thought of that nightmare starting all over again.

You licked your lips at the feeling of saliva filling your mouth, stomach acid making its way up to give you heartburn. Your stomach felt tight, like each of your organs was wriggling to get out. You knew it was likely you'd all relive it, knew it was impossible for the monsters who went bump in the night to stop bumping. It was why you triple-checked your locks before you went to sleep. Why you kept your dad's crowbar under your bed. Why you—

"Hey," the bed dipped as Eddie moved to lay beside you, his hair spread around him in waves, "Did you know level spelled backwards is still level?"

"...What?" Your chest fell with an exhale and you hadn't noticed how much harder you were working to take in each breath.

"Y-yeah! It's, um," he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before staring back up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, "It's called a palindrome, a word or phrase that's the same backwards and forwards." The corner of your lips twitched up into a confused smile as you watched him ramble.

You could tell he was still scared, more scared than you had ever seen him before and probably even more scared than you were. You could see it in the way his fingers tapped his chest in an anxious rhythm, drumming along to a song only he could hear. And, yet...

"I'm talking about words like madam or noon. Or racecar." You grabbed one of his hands, interlaced your fingers together, and focused on his voice rather than his words. The breeze coming through your window made you shiver, but not as much as the idea of what could be lurking outside of it.

You weren't sure how the two of you managed to fall asleep with all the fear coursing between you, but the call of "This is Dustin! We have a Code Red! I repeat, Code Red...over." from the walkie-talkie under your pillow had you jumping awake. Or as much as you could with Eddie's lanky body draped over yours.

Your flailing woke him up as you dug around under your pillow to fish out the radio. He climbed off of you, taking the hair that had found its way into your mouth with him.

"'M here." You yawned.

There was shuffling on the other end that sounded suspiciously like Steve and Dustin fighting before a new voice answered.

"Hey, it's Steve. Listen, something really bad happened at the Munson's. There are cops everywhere and Max said she saw Eddie running out of there like his ass was on fire. We're thinking something...upside downy happened," you tried to ignore Eddie as he slowly edged off your bed, "I know you and Eddie have a thing going on, so if you have any idea where he could have gone—"

Fuck.

"He's with me. And, Steve, you're right. It's bad." You rubbed at your eyes, already feeling a migraine forming. Eddie's heavy footfalls thudded on your carpet as he began to pace.

"Oh. Well, that's...that's actually really convenient. We'll be there in 10 and, hopefully, he can fill the rest of us in. We'll figure out a game plan from there."

Any response you may have had was cut off by Dustin yelling.

"You're supposed to say over! What's the point of using walkie-talkies if we aren't going to abide by walkie-talkie rules, people?!" That was the last thing you heard before the line dropped, but you were sure Dustin continued to berate Steve even if you couldn't hear him.

"Eddie," You coaxed and stood up to walk towards him. From an outsider's point of view, you imagined you looked like a handler taming her spooked horse, "I have to go."

"No." He only stopped long enough to shake his head.

"Eddie," You huffed, "I can't just sit here with my thumb up my ass when I could be helping." You believed that wholeheartedly, even if the thought of fighting again had bile rising in your throat. What Eddie described didn't sound like something Demogorgons or Demodogs were capable of. This was something entirely new.

"Well, it doesn't have to be your thumb—"

"Eddie, baby, I told you, I've done this before," you placed your hands on either side of his face, but he avoided your eyes, "The people of this town, as shitty as they are, their lives depend on us." You would love nothing more than to stay with him somewhere no one would find you and hide out until the coast was clear, but your stupid fucking conscience would eat you alive.

Morals, however, didn't concern your boyfriend.

"If you wanna play the knight in shining armor, I will gladly be your distressed damsel," his voice cracked, bordering on hysterical, before his hands kept yours pressed to his face, "Just...stay with me. Please."

His palms were sweaty against yours and his eyes looked damp as his gaze darted over your face; he was thoroughly freaked out.

You were sure if you left him here by himself he'd hide in your closet the entire time—if not have a full-blown panic attack. Not to mention what would happen if the cops come beating at your door, which they would.

You were also sure there was no way in hell you would leave the others to handle this by themselves. And then, it struck you; a compromise. Some of what you were thinking must have shown on your face because he backed away, leather jacket squeaking as he vigorously shook his head.

"No."

"It's our best option and I'll stay with you the entire time—"

"No. No. No, no, no. No way. There's no way," he crossed his arms over his chest and sat on your bed as if to further prove he wasn't going, "You know that I think you're the most badass person to ever live, but there's no way you're actually going after whatever did that to Chrissy. Especially not with me!" His brows furrowed and there was a stubborn set to his jaw as you both glared at each other.

It was silent between you, the only sound being the birds chirping outside your window. As far as the town of Hawkins was concerned, Eddie was public enemy number one. You couldn't leave him—you wouldn't—but hiding here wasn't an option. You wracked your brain for anything to say before deciding to bring out the big guns.

"Eddie, what would Aragorn do, huh? Would he leave a journey for somebody else to do it for him? Would he stay behind because he was scared?" Who would have thought Dustin and Lucas forcing you to read The Lord of the Rings last year would actually pay off.

"No," he mumbled, curls swaying as he shook his head, "He'd perish the thought and promise death to anyone who suggested it. He'd never allow himself to be left behind when he could...help." He paused and you knew you had him.

"Shit," he held his breath before all of his defiance drained from him with a sigh, "We're going to Mordor."

Nobody would ever make the mistake of thinking Eddie was a hero. He wasn't here to fight for the greater good or to even clear his name, not really. He was here for you, plain and simple. Even if that meant he hid behind you at every sound. He was cowardly by nature, unlike you. No, you were the bravest person he had ever met.

And as he watched you prepare to jump headfirst into the water, Eddie wondered if bravery was just another word for stupidity.

The boat rocked with your movements as you got ready to fucking swan-dive into the lake and really, this whole thing went to shit as soon as Harrington took off his damn shirt. It was bad enough that Wheeler and Robin followed him after he got pulled down, but now you were handing him your jacket to do the same thing.

"They're probably fine," he lied, holding back from jumping up to grab you by reminding himself that boats didn't like sudden movement, "And even if they weren't, why the hell would we go in after them?!" The lake air was humid, but that wasn't the only reason sweat was dripping down his back.

"We don't have to." You conceded, leaning away from the edge of the boat. And for a split second, Eddie thought he got through to you. Wishful thinking on his part. "You can stay on the boat." You said, as if him going into that demon-infested water was ever in question.

"It's not me I'm worried about!" His voice cracked in a way he normally would have been embarrassed about. If it weren't for the fact that his girlfriend currently hovered over the mouth of certain doom.

Instead of responding to his mounting panic, you smiled at him. That stupidly beautiful smile that was always too good for someone like him. But it was different somehow, sadder around the edges. Like it was the last time you'd ever give it to him.

You reached for him, fingertips fluttering over his cheek and he knew you couldn't reassure him of anything. You both knew there was no guarantee you'd come back.

This whole thing reeked of a 'last goodbye'. The kind of scene where the two lovers say see you later, but the audience knows they'll never see each other again. Eddie never liked a tragic ending.

Without a backwards glance, or a chance for him to talk you out of it, you plunged into the lake, sending water everywhere.

He waited.

The water was still, no sign of life. Not even a lousy fish. It didn't take long for his imagination to run rampant. All four of you being torn apart or something equally as gruesome and him sitting on the boat like an idiot when he could have helped. You'd call out for him, but no one would answer.

His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his teeth.

Contrary to popular belief, Eddie was a logical thinker and often had many thoughts bouncing around his skull. But at that moment, all logic failed him and his brain was quiet.

He only thought about you.

With you at the forefront of his mind, Eddie grabbed the crowbar you left on the boat and leaped in.

His fingers twitched as he ran them up and down your thighs, hovering over your ass before grabbing it and helping you grind down on him. His jacket rubbed roughly against the tree behind him and he had the fleeting thought that the leather might fray.

Eddie wasn't a violent guy by any means, but when he saw you getting swarmed by those fucking bats, he didn't have to think twice before swinging the crowbar.

When they were all dead and gone, he couldn't help but double, triple, and whatever came after that, check you for injuries. Eyes flickering over your face and hands fluttering over the rest of you.

That adrenaline and desperation coursing through him was a potent cocktail and he was sure he would have freaked the hell out if you hadn't pulled him aside under the guise of using the bathroom.

There must have been a deeper, psychological reason for why he needed you so intensely at that moment. Something other than regular teenage horniness. But Eddie was fine staying willfully ignorant.

The weight of you sat warm and heavy on his lap. He could feel the heat of your pussy seeping through the denim of both of your pants and it sent a shiver down his spine, even if the two of you were doing this in a really freaky forest.

"'M gonna cum in my pants—shit—if we keep going." He moaned into your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, more tongue than anything else. His lips were wet with spit, his hips chasing yours when you sucked on his tongue. He had never felt this sensitive.

"We're already wet from the water," you reassured as your hand trailed from his chest to settle on his throat, "They won't notice.” That was enough to convince him, honestly. Not that he really wanted you to stop anyway. And it was nice to know he wasn't the only one feeling this desperate.

"Y-yeah, okay." He grunted. He could feel himself straining against the seam of his pants as you rolled your hips.

"You looked so good out there, baby," he shivered as your nails scratched at the nape of his neck, "You were so good."

"I was? I mean, mmh, I did look pretty...pretty metal, didn't I?" He couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face even if he tried. Eddie wasn't some macho action movie protagonist, and he was under no illusion that you saw him as such. But being your hero, even if just at that moment, felt good. And the crotch of your shorts felt even better.

"I don't know what came over me, but–ohh! You feel so good—fuck...thinking 'bout you getting hurt, I couldn't stay on the boat. And then seeing you surrounded—" He stopped his ramblings by biting his lip to prevent the whine bubbling at the back of his throat from coming out. He was careful not to moan too loud in case the others heard him, but he suspected they knew what you two were doing anyways and the thought of it made his cock twitch.

You, on the other hand, had no qualms about who heard you. You threw your head back on a particularly good thrust, a wanton moan on your lips and shame the last thing on your mind.

His release built low in his stomach, too fast for him to catch and with a strength that knocked the wind out of him. He came with a shout and he swore he saw God.

You didn't stop and you definitely didn't slow down. Instead, each thrust became heavier. The hand you had on his nape tangled in the back of his hair, pulling at his roots and fuck you were milking him for everything he was worth.

If you weren't so close to finishing, he might have been embarrassed by how fast he came. He hissed as you picked up the pace, pushing him into over-sensitivity as you chased your own release. He teetered back and forth between moving with you and flinching away from the pleasure. You tugged his head back by his hair and he shuddered at the dual sensation.

It wasn't long before you came above him and he was both grateful and disappointed when you stopped. Though, your face alone could have made him hard again. You trembled, mouth falling open in a silent moan and your nails digging into his shoulders before finally stilling.

He felt flushed, face warm and body sweaty under his thick jacket. You panted above him, chest heaving and he knew his eyes were wide with awe as he stared up at you. He also knew he'd follow you anywhere, no question about it.

Interdimensional portals or otherwise.

Eddie leaned heavily against your side as you propped him up on his couch. The bats were gone, but they didn't leave without taking their pound of flesh. Literally. It took Dustin and you a while to drag him back to his trailer. And even longer than that to get him through the portal.

You tried to stay calm, but there was already a lot of fucking blood, and as soon as you lifted his shirt—

"Shit, shit, shit—"

"Dustin." Your voice was strong as you tried to calm him down, but there was blood all over your hands and it definitely didn't help that Eddie wasn't saying anything. He hadn't passed out, thankfully. He was looking back and forth between you and Dustin with wide eyes, but he wasn't fucking saying anything.

"—That's a lot of blood, that's a shit ton of blood, man!" He hovered over the back of the couch, pulling at the few curls that weren't obscured by his hood.

"I know! Shit, I'm checking, okay?! I'm checking, and," you scanned his stomach, careful not to touch any wounds—and there was so much blood—but none of the punctures looked too deep, "It—it looks worse than it actually is, alright?" Even to your own ears, it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself. Those little fuckers really did a number on him.

"Really?" Eddie rasped. It was the first thing he's said since he ran off to be a martyr, and you were so relieved to hear his voice. "Because it definitely feels pretty bad." He laughed, trailing off into a groan and that's when you really looked at him. He was pale, sweat making his hair stick to his neck. If you were scared, you couldn't begin to imagine how he felt.

A voice in your head that sounded suspiciously like Nancy reminded you that you should be stopping the bleeding before he got any paler. Your health class really should have taught you basic first aid rather than giving out colorful condoms that no one would use. However, the average teenage girl was more likely to get pregnant than stop her boyfriend from bleeding out, so you could forgive them for the oversight.

"This is so fucked, we are so fucked!" The floorboard creaked as he paced back and forth and you felt for the kid, you really did, but you could not handle his breakdown on top of your own.

"Dustin," you snapped, "he's not dying, okay? He's not. It looks bad, but at most, it'll leave a few wicked scars. Now, calm down, go find me something to wrap around his wounds, preferably clean, and...shit, update Steve. He's gonna be pissed."

"He is, man, he really is—”

"Now, Dustin!"

"Got it!"

Unthinkingly, you wiped the sweat off your forehead with a shaking hand, leaving the skin warm and wet as Dustin stumbled around the back of the trailer. You grew nauseous at the smell of iron and copper, at the smell of blood. Now would be the worst possible time to hurl.

You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled his shirt down to act as a makeshift gauze. His stomach tensed under your hands as you pressed on the wounds to stifle the bleeding, trying his best not to flinch away. Neither of you spoke and it was a tense quiet only broken by his groans of pain followed by your whispered apologies.

Though you didn't speak there was a question in your silence, one you hadn't had the strength to ask yet. Why had he put himself in deliberate danger? It just wasn't a play you ever thought he would make, especially with how vocal he was with his disinterest in playing the hero. Lucky for you, he seemed compelled by your silent prompting. He looked away from you, focusing on his mattress that was still on the floor.

"I wanted to be like you," he pressed heavier into your side, the old couch's springs squeaking at the motion, "You, Harrington, Wheeler, even Robin. You're all so damn daring and fearless, you'd never even dream of tucking tail and running. After what happened with Chrissy, I couldn't run again—I wouldn't. And you were right, this shitty town is relying on us, so...." He trailed off lamely. He hadn't looked at you yet, so there was no way for him to see the astonishment on your face.

"Are you...Are you mad at me?" Were you? You'd certainly have good enough reason to be after he completely went against the plan. Specifically, the part where you all made a quick escape and instead got himself turned into bat chow.

You could still see it all replaying in your mind like a particularly disturbing horror movie: Eddie cutting the rope, Eddie sacrificing himself, Eddie getting overwhelmed and torn apart and you and Dustin being too far away to stop it. But any anger you may have felt was surpassed by your worry.

You placed your thumb between his furrowed eyebrows, rubbing away at the gathered tension. Though what he did was stupid and incredibly perilous—and will more than likely play a starring role in your nightmares—it was also incredibly courageous. You weren't hypocritical enough to admonish him for trying to protect others by being the hero and you told him as much.

"Oh. Okay, that's—that's good. Big relief. And I think I've been brave enough that I can afford a little vulnerability here, so can you please hold my hand? I know I've been keeping it together, but I'm really fucking scared right now."

"Of course." You laced your fingers together. Your right hand and his left, both covered in his blood. "Always." You were scared shitless, but, right now, you could be brave enough for the both of you.

It was surreal, almost dreamlike to just...leave after that. For all of you to pile into one car and sit in silence as if you hadn't crossed hell and back.

The car ride was quiet and you and Eddie sat shoulder to shoulder in the back seat. Sides pressed tight together as you shared body heat. You didn't comment on the way he threw furtive glances out the window as he pulled at his tangled hair. Just as he didn't say anything about you fidgeting in your seat and scratching at the remnants of dried blood flaking on your skin. In fact, none of the nine passengers in the car said anything. It was a welcomed quiet.

In the end, Steve convinced you all to stay at his house. He claimed it would make keeping an eye on each other easier if you were all under the same roof, but, really, you knew he just didn't want to be alone. None of you did. And after making some calls home to parents, everyone got settled in at the Harrington mansion.

The fridge and pantry were practically flipped upside down as soon as the front door opened. You felt a little guilty for taking part in the raid on Steve's kitchen, but any shame you felt melted away when you remembered how many times he'd done the same to your house. You did, however, offer him a comforting pat on the back as he watched from the doorway in disbelief, before walking out with yours and Eddie's sandwiches.

Once everyone was fed and full, and Steve stopped complaining when he realized nobody was listening, you all got ready for bed.

There were enough rooms for everyone to sleep by themselves, though you doubted anyone did. For obvious reasons, you and Eddie paired off and you stuck to one of the rooms downstairs.

You both ended up in one of Steve's absurdly large showers washing dirt, sweat, and blood, along with other fluids that could only be associated with the upside-down, off each other with shaking hands. Mindful of his injuries, you helped Eddie towel off and get dressed in a pair of Steve's borrowed sweats.

Thank God Steve's rich parents believed in buying the fancy kind of first aid for their house, even if they were rarely home. The water slowed the bleeding down until it was almost nonexistent. And like you told Dustin, the injuries weren't life-threatening, they just hurt like hell. Not that Eddie handled pain that well to being with.

After a bunch of hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin, and enough gauzes and bandages to wrap a mummy, you were prepared to drag yourself next door to the nearest empty room. It didn't seem like the best idea for you to sleep in the same bed when he was this hurt. You weren't a particularly rough sleeper, but better safe than sorry.

"Wait, where are you going," he called out to you from where he lay in the bed. Your hand froze on the doorknob. You could have sworn he fell asleep.

"I was gonna sleep in a different room," you gestured dumbly over your shoulder as if he didn't know where the door was, "With your injuries, sleeping in here—I don't know if it's a good idea. I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't, you never will. Besides, Steve gave me some medicine for the pain," he lifted the cover and patted the mattress, "And I'm sure I'll be fine s'long as I got you playing nurse." His bangs hung in his eyes, and his hair curled as it dried. That, paired with his dopey grin and drowsy eyes, made him look especially boyish. And especially hard to say no to.

He looked as exhausted as you felt and that was saying something considering you were drained of all energy. So tired that your bones themselves felt weighted and it was a chore just to stand. You were dead on your feet and that walk to the other guest room, no matter how close it was, felt daunting.

You imagined falling into the plush bed next to him, enveloped by his warmth and smell. You always slept better when you slept together. And it would bring you peace of mind being close to him.

"Please," he hid a yawn behind his hand, "I need to feel you, princess." He begged. And then he reached for you, limbs heavy with the steady drop of adrenaline and the pills Steve gave him, and, honestly, it was stupid of you to think you'd be anywhere but beside him.

You turned the light off and dragged your feet over to the empty side of the bed. You crawled in and pulled the blanket up to your chin. You were as stiff as a board and what seemed like oceans away from Eddie.

"C'mere," he shuffled over until he was close enough to lay his head on your chest, the same way he always slept, "I won't break, you know."

You closed your eyes, each blink longer than the last, and buried your nose in his soft hair. You were too tired to resist anymore. He pulled your leg over his hip before relaxing against you, completely boneless.

"I know," you brought your hand up to the back of his head, fingers massaging his scalp, "I won't let you.

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