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theemporium · 1 year

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cece how abooout the rest of the marauders finding out that you're with poly!wolfstar :c ??? and reader is a potter— james’ twin sister ??

thank you for requesting!🖤

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe your friends would be happy for you, because you knew they would.

Despite the social anomaly of your relationship with both boys, you knew that nobody—at least from the group of people you care about—-would be anything but immensely happy for you. There was always a weird tension between you, Sirius and Remus and, if anything, your relationship solved what you were sure they were expecting to be a very messy love triangle.

However, the reason you had been keeping your relationship private wasn’t in fear of what they would say, it was because of your brother.

You loved James. You truly did and you would never change him for the world. Well, you wouldn’t change almost anything about him because if your brother had one flaw, it was his dramatic flare.

Everything about James Potter was bigger: his ego, his love, his emotional instability the second things changed. You know if he found out his sister was not only dating one of his best friends but both, it would only end in James blowing his top off.

So, you kept it a secret from everyone. Zero risk of anyone accidentally spilling the beans, and zero risk of your brother weaselling it out of someone.

To the world, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were happily together. Just the two of them, totally in love and totally not hiding a secret girlfriend.

You didn’t mind all that much because you loved them, and you liked that they could at least be with each other around others. Plus, the sneaking around wasn’t all that bad—if anything, it was quite hot.

“Fuck me,” you sighed out, eyes falling shut as you felt his lips travel down the column of your neck.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” Sirius murmured in amusement, his hands sneaking under the hem of your sweater—well, Remus’ sweater you had nicked earlier that week.

“Do something then,” you huffed out, hands fisted in the material of his shirt that you were promoting him to pull over his head.

“So impatient,” he mused and you could feel the smug bastard’s smirk against your skin. “Relax, baby, gonna make you feel so—”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Your heads snapped to the sides, eyes widened when you saw your brother standing in the doorway. He looked between you and his best friend, a large range of emotions flashing in his eyes as he gaped at the sight in front of him.

“But you—and—wait, how—HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS?” James spluttered out, accusatory finger pointed between you both.

“James–” you started but he quickly interrupted.

“He’s my best friend!” James exclaimed.

“Mate–” Sirius opened his mouth but didn’t get very far.

“And she’s my sister!” James continued.

“I know but—”

“OH MERLIN, WHAT ABOUT MOONY!” James gasped, his face pale as he looked at you both with a face of betrayal. “How could you both do this to him?”

Sirius frowned. “What?”

“I thought you loved him, Sirius,” James said with a shake of his head.

“I do,” Sirius said.

“How could you cheat on him with my sister?” James snapped before looking at you, almost looking like a disappointed dad. “And how could you? You knew they were together—”

“James, we can explain,” you sighed, lightly slapping Sirius’ chest as he tried to press his lips together as he pieced together just what James thought.

“This is going to break him,” James sighed sadly, shaking his head.

“Break who?”

James let out a noise of surprise, whirling around to find Remus standing right behind him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he noticed the flustered state of his friend. His eyes moved to the bed behind him, seeing you and Sirius sat there, both looking more amused and sheepish than anything.

“What’s going on here?” Remus asked, glancing between you two only to realise neither one of you were going to give him an answer. He then looked at James, eyebrows raised in question.

“Mate, I…look, I don’t…it’s just…” James stuttered out, brows drawn together as he tried to blurt out what he couldn’t quite believe himself either. Sirius, however, finally took pity on the boy and spoke up.

“Prongs caught me snogging his sister,” Sirius said, not bothering to hide the smirk on his face even when you jabbed him lightly in the ribs.

“Ah, I see,” Remus hummed.

James placed a hand on his shoulder, a strained expression on his face. “It’s okay to cry.”

Remus bit back his smile. “Why would I cry over my boyfriend and girlfriend snogging?”

“Because—” James paused, lips parting as he processed what Remus had just said. He blinked. And then he blinked again, yet no words came out of his mouth.

“I think you broke him, Moony,” Sirius mused with a snort.

“Well, he was gonna find out anyways,” you murmured as you stood from the bed, fixing the sweater you were wearing before lightly shoving your brother towards the door. “I’ll talk to him.”

Sirius pouted. “Boo, we were just having fun.”

You shot him a look. “Keep yourself entertained, Black.”

“I don’t need to when Moony is here,” he grinned, lying back on the bed with his hands tucked under his head.

Remus snorted. “I have an essay to write.”

“This is just cruel!”

You shook your head in amusement at your boys before you left the room, dragging James with you who still looked stunned by the whole thing. He had reached halfway down the hall before he finally snapped back to reality.

“YOU STOLE BOTH MY BEST FRIENDS FROM ME?!”

“Merlin, James, stop being so dramatic.”

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drysdalesworld · 3 months

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Hi! I saw that you write for pjo! Could you write some hcs of the main three kids catching the reader (adoptive older sibling! Child of hephastus!) Sneaking out of camp to see their lover. (I was thinking its sort of like- a forbbiden love situation for reasons) and low key keeping that information as possible blackmail (in a lighthearted way,Like siblings often do to bribe eachother into doing stuff the other doesnt want to like chores n stuff).

The reader is afab but uses they/them pronouns and is around 19/20.

Thanks in advance!

“why are you hanging half way out your window?”

pairing: platonic!thalia grace x nb!child of hephaestus!reader, platonic!nico di angelo x nb!child of hephaestus!reader, platonic!percy jackson x nb!child of hephaestus!reader

it’s a bit short but i hope you like it!

— reader honestly had snuck out to see their partner so many times that they may have been too cocky the night they gotten caught by percy/thalia/nico

— let’s say readers lover is a mortal & knows that they “work” at a camp during the summers (they met at college!) & always offers to see them after camp hours when appropriate

— reader has never been caught so why would that night be an exception?? (they all use it to their advantage)

— they all catch reader on the same night but at different times!

___

— PERCY had been out on a walk when he heard a window harshly open, halting him in his tracks as he whipped his head towards the hephaestus cabin, seeing a black backpack be quickly thrown out the window before approaching

— dude didn’t know what to expect but he def didn’t expect reader of all people to be crawling out of their window in the middle of the night

— “uh, why are you hanging halfway out your window (y/n)?” he asked, both arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the reader weirdly

— poor reader froze mid crawl & literally felt their heart drop to their stomach. out of all people, it had to be percy that caught them sneaking out.

— “getting fresh air?” they replied, finally out of their window & landing on their feet

— the blonde only hummed as he narrowed his eyes at the reader, totally not believing what the just said. “uh huh. well, whatever it is you are doing, i will be remembering this entire interaction & will use it accordingly”

— his words did not make reader feel better about the situation, trying to plead with him to not tell anyone else. he reassured them that he wouldn’t, but he’d definitely use it as blackmail & bring it up whenever he needed something.

— perhaps the next time he had a craving for blue gummy worms, he’d bring up this exact moment the next time reader was planning on sneaking out & get a reward for somehow keeping his big mouth shut about this for so long. yeah, he definitely deserves an award for not ratting reader out (at least that’s what he thinks)

___

— THALIA had just arrived back at camp for a little getaway after being & traveling with artemis’ hunters for so long

— she had nearly fallen asleep until she heard someone trip over something right outside of her cabin, cursing to themselves as they got up

— the moment she opened the door to reveal the reader, thalia wanted to laugh out loud

— “what the hell are you doing?” she asked

— “nothing” reader would reply as they fixed themselves & brushed the dirt off their pants

— “doesn’t look like nothing”

— “it’s 100% nothing, thalia”

— “where are you going anyway this late at night?”

— “what’s with the interrogations, grace?”

— thalia gave up on trying to pry the information out of you & only rolled her eyes, bidding you a good night before promptly telling you that she won’t forget about this in the morning

— she def is planning on getting the information out of her one way or another OR will always bring it up until reader cracks & spills the beans

___

— NICO is already wide awake when he sees a shadow breeze past him as he sat near the woods, having trouble falling asleep

— his eyes immediately dart up towards the figure, squinting in attempts to get a more accurate image of whoever it was walking around at midnight

— “(y/n)?” he asked

— the groan that reader let out sounded more like a growl as they became increasingly frustrated at getting caught three times trying to leave

— “yes, nico?”

— “what are you doing up this late?”

— “on a walk”

— “going for a walk at midnight with your backpack filled to the brim?”

— “yes. building endurance y’know?”

— the scoff nico made wanted you to crawl back into your window & never come back out. getting caught once was fine & something you could handle. but three times? the universe just seemed to hate you at this moment

— “hmm, sure. whatever you say”

— the minute he turned his head back towards the stars, you immediately beelined towards the woods/exit of camp half-blood, cursing yourself for being so carefree in your escape

— nico wasn’t too hellbent on using it for blackmail but once he heard about thalia & percy catching you the previous night as well, he just knew he had to join in on their teasing

— you spent so many nights doing percy’s laundry that you could literally tell what his size was from just looking at a piece of clothing. you gave the last piece of your favorite dessert to thalia too many times to count. & you took on the brunt of nico’s chores. you’d get them back later, trust!

#drysdalesworld #drysdalesworld works!#drysdalesworld asks!#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the lightning thief #thalia grace #nico di angelo #pjo headcanons #child of hephaestus!reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #thalia grace x reader #nico di angelo x reader

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anikasheep · 6 months

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OM Brothers in Replaced MC AU

Afab mc, chubby mc, ooc brothers and don't argue with me. No beta read and English is not my first language

Leviathan: It's all Mammon's fault.

Mammon: What the...? How could this is my fault?! I'm not the one read the story of some stranger post on Internet. So it's totally your fault, Levi!

Asmo: Could you two stop fighting pleeease?

Satan: I agree, it's no time to blame, my power is weakening, so does my wrath.

Belphie: Yeah, I don't feel drowsy as usual, I wonder why. How are you feeling, Beel?

Beel: I'm hungry, but the hunger is less than before.

Mammon: Just what story we're stucked, huh? Yo, Levi, spill all the beans.

Levi: It's a fanfiction that someone wrote about the seven lords abandoned Henry for another human. Yet it's also a demon au so the writer use ours name as the seven lords' casual name. In the fanfic, we met another human exchange student and we were fond of them. And then we forget Henry, we started to dislike him and we even abuse him with verbally or physically. Henry was so sad and heartbroken that he decided to leave the Devildom forever. The seven lords finally realized their mistakes but Henry was dead when they rush to human world.

Mammon:... Okay, totally don't know what the fuck are you talking about.

Lucifer: So what's our roles? The seven lords?

Satan: I don't think so, cause there's no reason our powers weakening if we are the seven lords.

Levi: But I don't remember there's any other characters. So I guess we're kind of break the rules in this world? Like we're the OP or the bug in this world? Just like the anime......

Belphie: Shut up, Levi.

Satan: I read this fanfic before, too. And I agree with Levi. Still, I am curious about this place where we are. The starter always hide something important to know the world and the whole event after all.

Levi:Umm...I believe this place is where Henry lives shortly after the brothers cast him out. But I can't remember its name.

Asmo: This house have a name? Just like the House of Lamentation?

Levi: Exactly!...And I think the short name of this house also is HOL! Ugh, just why can't I remember its name!!

Lucifer: Levi, if what you and Satan said is true, then I think it's natural that you can't recall this house's name. Cross his arms.

Levi: Eh?

Satan: Nods Well, It's normally if the name of this house is one of the important clue in this story, so you could only remember that when the story near end right?

Levi: Sob Th- thank you, you two...

Belphie: I don't get much you three said, but if we the the characters that didn't exist in the original story, then what's the purpose of we were stucked in here?

Mammon:...Oi! Is that...MC?

All the brothers turn to the place where Mammon points at. There you are, sitting outside the house, alone and stareing down at your phone, you're trembling.

Asmo: Eh? Why are they sitting alone in the street? It's dangerous for a human!

Asmo is ready to walk toward you but Lucifer grabs his collar.

Asmo: Lucifer!!

Lucifer: We could keep an eye on them from here, but how could you explain to them who we are if you just ran into them?

Asmo: *pout*

Satan: Then, we could use some fake name as the casual name we use in this world.

Lucifer: You mean like in the human world, SULLY?

Satan: *grit his teeth* I swear to Diavolo, if you call me that stupid name again...

Lucifer: *smirk*

Levi: Meh, here we go again.

Mammon: They are just like cat and dog, aren't they? Still, we should think some names so we could meet MC ASAP, stop being foolish.

Lucifer/Satan: *TSK*

#anika dream #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me replaced mc au #obey me x reader #chubby!mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me levi x mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me asmo x mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me belphie x mc

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nameless-ken · 2 months

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Silent Confessions, Loud Masks - Billy Hargrove x Reader Series

(Please reblog!!!)

Happy reading! Comment below to be added to taglist.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: mostly fluff & angst, cursing

Introduction | Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three

Masterlist

(song for this chapter <3)

You and Robin weave through the bustling corridors of Starcourt Mall, the newest vibrant hub of Hawkins. The air is alive with chatter, the scent of fresh pretzels, and the pulse of '80s synthpop playing in every store.

“I can't wait for the homecoming game, seriously. The whole band has been putting in extra hours, perfecting our routine. It's going to be epic.” Robin exclaims, pulling you into a store full of dresses.

“Yeah, you guys have been killing it in practice. Honestly, it's the only reason I ever show up to those games.” Robin laughs, but there's a hint of nervousness behind it. “Well, there's another reason I'm excited. You know, besides the game.”

“Oh yeah? What's that?” You question her, racking through overly puffy dresses. Robin hesitates for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with a dress in front of her.

“It's... it's Vickie. I've been wanting to ask her to the dance, but I'm always so nervous around her. We're positioned beside each other in the marching band, and I can't stop thinking about her.”

“Robin, you should totally go for it. You'll never know unless you try.” Robin's expression flickers with uncertainty, her shoulders sagging slightly.

“I wish it were that easy, but you know how it is in this town. If anyone found out... I'd be the talk of Hawkins.”

“Hey, you know I'll always have your back, no matter what. And whoever you choose to be with, they'll be lucky to have you.” Robin smiles gratefully, her eyes glistening with emotion.

“Thanks, you're the best. So, what about you? Anyone special you're thinking about going to the dance with?” You shrug nonchalantly, avoiding her gaze but Robin sees through your casual facade, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

“Come on, spill the beans. I know there's someone you've got your eye on.” You roll your eyes playfully, but her words linger in your mind.

“Maybe someone like Billy?” You freeze, feeling heated just from the sound of his name. “You don’t have to tell me what’s going on between you two but I know you better than anyone and I can tell there’s something there. So, why don’t you take your own advice and do something about it?”

You know she’s right but you can’t help the feeling of rejection sink in that is more than likely to happen if you were to ask him. No matter how many small moments you’ve shared, you're afraid it hasn’t been enough for Billy to be comfortable showing you off like that. People in this town would consider that something serious and maybe sometimes, you wish it was.

"Moving on," you remark, pushing aside the tumultuous thoughts about Billy and the complexities of your feelings for him. You take a deep breath, focusing on the present moment.

"So, are we aiming for cute and flirty or bold and daring for the dance?" Robin's voice breaks through your internal turmoil, bringing you back to reality.

You glance at the racks of dresses, each one shimmering with its own unique charm. With a determined smile, you shake off the lingering doubts and dive into surveying every dress on the rack.

"Cute and flirty, I think," you reply and grab the perfect dress, wanting to pick something that you like but also might have a certain pair of eyes on you the whole night.

You emerge from the fitting rooms, twirling and admiring your reflection in the mirror, Robin being your usual hype woman.

“Yeah Billy won’t be able to take his eyes off you.” Robin teases as you walk back in the dressing room and pull the curtain shut, shooting out your middle finger at her and she lets out a boisterous laugh.

You walk with Robin towards the entrance of the field, the excitement of the homecoming game palpable in the air.

“I’ll catch you after.” Robin says and you nod, waving her off and she rushes to join the rest of the marching band.

As you approach the ticket booth, you fish out the necessary cash and exchange it for your ticket. Ticket in hand, you move past the bottom of the bleachers. That’s when you see him.

Billy and his friends huddling beneath the bleachers, the acrid scent of smoke drifting towards you. Your eyes meet Billy's, and a shiver runs down your spine as he sends you a knowing wink, a silent message passing between you. You quickly avert your gaze, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

Feeling a knot form in your stomach, you focus on the ground beneath your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. Ignoring the emotions fostering within, you make your way up the metal bleachers, the seats creaking beneath your weight.

Finally reaching a seat near the top, you take a deep breath. A part of you wishes you could’ve walked up to him without the fear of judgement from his friends and a part of you wishes to keep what you have secret because in those moments of just the two of you, it’s something so special that you want to keep between you both.

You don’t really know anything about football. As the game starts, the crowd grows louder and louder, to the point where you can’t handle the shouting anymore. After you watch Robin and the true stars of the evening finish their halftime routine, you make your way back down the bleacher steps, the slight quietness of below easing the pain in your ears.

“Tired of the game already?” You look over, noticing Billy’s lone form in the shadows.

“Never cared for it honestly.” You respond, walking closer to him, finding the familiar cloud of smoke surrounding him. “You know, if you keep smoking like that, it’ll kill you.”

“Let’s hope.” You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious. You hope for the first.

“Why are you here anyway? Didn’t peg you as someone with school spirit.” You lean against one of the cool metal bars, watching his lips wrap around the cigarette.

“Max is here with some friends, dad made me bring her.”

You nod, acknowledging Billy's explanation. "Family duties," you say with a hint of understanding. "I get it."

Billy takes another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly in the darkness. "Yeah," he mutters. "Something like that."

The distant roar of the crowd filters down to you, but down here, beneath the bleachers, it's more subdued, almost peaceful. You find yourself drawn to the relative quietness as you continue your conversation with Billy.

"So, how's everything else going?" you inquire, hoping to shift the topic away from school-related matters.

Billy takes a moment before replying, his gaze thoughtful. "Hey, are you planning on going to the dance?" he asks suddenly, his tone casual.

You're taken aback by the question, the unexpectedness of it causing you to pause for a moment. "Yeah, actually," you reply, a smile forming on your lips. "I'm going with Robin and some of her other friends."

Billy nods in understanding. "Cool," he says, his tone casual. "I'll probably just tag along with my friends too."

You glance at him, catching his eye for a brief moment. There's something in his expression, a hint of hesitation perhaps, as if he wants to say more but decides against it. He takes another puff of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like a protective shield.

“I guess I’ll see you there.” You muster up the courage to give his arm a touch, easing his anxious nature.

“Dress pretty for me.” He comments with a sly smirk gracing his lips.

You chuckle at Billy's comment, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "Always the charmer, aren't you?" you tease, playfully rolling your eyes.

Billy's smirk widens at your response, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he says with a shrug.

You laugh, feeling the tension between you dissipate in the warmth of the moment. "Well, I'll do my best to impress," you respond with a playful smile.

"I'm looking forward to it, little mouse," he says softly, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of sincerity.

You feel a flutter of excitement in your chest at his words, the prospect of seeing Billy at the dance suddenly feeling more thrilling than ever before. With a final nod, you turn away and walk off. As you make your way back up the bleachers, the sound of the crowd surrounds you once more, but this time, it's accompanied by a sense of anticipation for the homecoming dance.

As you and Robin enter the bustling gymnasium, the pulsating beat of the music washes over you, mingling with the excited chatter of your classmates. The gym is transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, with twinkling lights casting a warm glow over the dance floor.

You catch sight of Billy almost immediately, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of the crowd. His attire remains unchanged, a testament to his unwavering sense of self. Despite the casualness of his outfit - jeans, button-up shirt and a leather jacket - there's an undeniable allure about him that draws your gaze like a magnet. You can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest as your eyes lock with his across the room.

You never expected his simple outfit to stir such feelings within you, but there's something undeniably captivating about Billy that defies explanation.

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any further, Robin tugs at your arm, pulling you towards an open table. "Come on, let's find a spot," she says with a grin, her excitement contagious.

You tear your gaze away from Billy, reluctantly letting yourself be led to the table. As you settle into your seat, the music swells around you.

As the music pulses through the air and Robin convinces you to join her on the dance floor, you find yourself swept up in the rhythm, losing yourself in the music and the movement. Robin's infectious energy encourages you to let go of your inhibitions, and soon you're dancing, laughing and twirling to the beat.

But amidst the swirling lights and loud music, you can't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. Every time you steal a glance in Billy's direction, you find his gaze fixed on you, unwavering and intense. A strange heat rises within you, and you can't help but wonder if it's the result of your dancing or the intensity of Billy's stare.

Feeling overwhelmed by the sensation, you gently excuse yourself from the dance floor, telling Robin that you need a moment to catch your breath. She nods understandingly as you make your way towards the exit.

Stepping out into the cool night air, you find yourself in the same alleyway beside the gym, the distant sounds of the dance echoing in the background. Leaning against the wall, you take a deep breath, relishing the quietness and solitude.

But your moment is short-lived as you hear footsteps approaching. Turning, you're surprised to see Billy standing there, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"Hey," he says timidly, breaking the silence.

"Hey.” You reply, crossing your arms behind your back against the cool brick.

For a moment, neither of you speak, the air hangs heavy with unspoken words. But then Billy takes a step closer, his gaze searching yours as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

"I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he says, his voice hesitant.

You offer him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm okay," you assure him, though the truth is far more complicated than you're willing to admit.

As the distant strains of a slow song drift out from the gym, filling the alleyway with its soft melody, you're taken aback when Billy holds out his hand to you, a silent invitation written in his eyes.

For a moment, you hesitate, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the present swirling around you. But then, something within urges you to take a chance, to step into the unknown. With a tentative smile, you place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin.

Billy pulls you close, his arms enveloping you in a tender embrace that seems to erase the world around you, leaving only the two of you swaying to the music in the softly lit alleyway. His touch, surprisingly gentle, sends a shiver down your spine.

"You know how to dance?" you ask, a smile playing on your lips, unable to contain your amusement.

Billy's soft chuckle fills the empty space around you, a sound that echoes off the walls. "My mom taught me when I was younger," he explains, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "We used to dance around our living room on nights when my dad was away."

A pang of empathy tugs at your heartstrings as you sense the weight of his past in the way he holds you now. "I'm sorry," you murmur, searching for the right words to offer comfort.

Billy shakes his head, a bittersweet smile gracing his lips. "It's okay," he reassures you softly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "I haven't danced like this since she left."

“Well, I’m honored,” you respond, feeling a warmth spread through you at the intimacy of the moment.

“You’re too good to me,” Billy mumbles against the side of your head, his lips brushing against your hair. “You’re much better off without me.”

“You’re not the judge of that,” you say gently, pulling away to meet his gaze and you're struck by the vulnerability reflected in his eyes.

"Maybe not," he concedes, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you know the many mistakes I’ve made that I'm not proud of."

You reach up, gently tracing his jawline with your fingertips. "We've all made mistakes, Billy," you say softly. "But that doesn't define who you are. It's about what you do next."

He exhales slowly, as if releasing a weight he's carried for far too long. "I want to do better," he admits, his voice tinged with determination. "For you, for myself... for her."

You nod, feeling a swell of hope rise within you. "Then let's take it one step at a time," you say, a small smile playing on your lips. "Together."

Billy's lips curve into a genuine smile, and he nods in agreement. "Together," he copies, before pulling you close once more, the music enveloping you both as you continue to sway in the dimly lit alleyway.

"Does this mean you'll stop ignoring me at school?" you ask, your voice carrying a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Will you... want to be seen together?"

Billy's expression shifts, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. "I've been scared, afraid of dragging you into my mess."

You reach out, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, your touch grounding him in the present moment. "I'm not afraid," you assure him, your voice unwavering. "I choose you, Billy. Mess and all."

“I’m just not sure I’m ready for that.” Billy stops swaying, moving his hand from your back and runs it through his hair. You can feel him mentally pulling away before he takes a step back.

“I’m not going to make you do something you don’t feel comfortable with but it hurts me when I can’t even walk up to you at school or outside of school when you're with your friends because of their ridicule that is always directed toward me.” You reach out your hand in the unwanted space Billy put between you.

“What are you so afraid of? Why do you care so much about what other people think?” You watch as he runs a hand through his hair and grips it slightly in frustration.

"It's not just about what other people think," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability.

“You can’t fool me Billy. This facade you always put up.”

As Billy meets your gaze, you can sense the walls he's been painstakingly building around himself begin to rise once more, brick by brick, shielding him from the vulnerability of your conversation. His eyes flicker with a mixture of relief and apprehension, as if he's been longing to retreat into the safety of his defenses but fears the consequences of letting them fall.

"I know," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper, but there's a hint of distance in his tone. "I've spent so long pretending, trying to shield myself from the pain of being judged."

Your heart sinks as you witness him pulling away, his vulnerability overshadowed by his protective barriers. "Billy," you reach out, your voice a gentle plea, but he takes another step back, distancing himself from your touch.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice tinged with resignation. "I thought I could do this, but... I can't do this."

You watch helplessly as he retreats further into himself, his walls rising higher with each passing moment. "But Billy, we can face this together," you insist, desperation creeping into your voice. "I'm not going anywhere."

He shakes his head, his expression pained as he turns away, the distance between you widening with each step he takes. "I can't," he says softly, his words barely audible. "Not like this."

Tears well up in your eyes as you watch Billy disappear into the shadows, his departure leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. The weight of his absence settles heavily upon your shoulders, the alleyway suddenly feeling desolate and cold without his presence.

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill that seems to seep into your bones. The echoes of his retreating footsteps continue to reverberate in your mind, a haunting reminder of the distance that now stretches between you.

A sense of helplessness washes over you. The ache of rejection gnaws at your heart, leaving you feeling adrift in your own sea of uncertainty and sorrow.

You brush away the tears staining your cheeks and summon the strength to turn around, heading back into the gym. With a determined effort, you conceal the ache in your heart behind a forced smile, unwilling to let the pain consume you in front of others.

It’s been a couple weeks since your encounter with Billy at the dance. He’s barely looked your way at school and you’ve tried to get his attention, leaving little notes in his locker or setting down freshly baked cookies you made the night before on his desk in English.

He doesn’t touch them until the bell rings and slides them into his backpack, leaving without saying a word to you. You know that night in the alleyway, something switched between you two. There was more intensity in the way you moved together. You were practically drawn to each other like magnets until he forced himself away to avoid any sort of commitment from happening.

You know Billy still has a lot to figure out and deal with the turmoil in his life. You just wish he’d let you in and see how much you want to help him find his way.

The night envelops you in its dark embrace as you receive a quiet call from Billy, beckoning you to meet him at the small park down the street. Despite the late hour, you don't hesitate, knowing there's a reason he needs you.

When you arrive, the moonlight reveals Billy swaying slightly on one swing and as he turns his head at your footsteps you notice the multiple bruises marring Billy's jaw and as others hide beneath his shirt, a painful testament to the violence he endures at home.

“Billy, what happened?” Your heart aches at the sight. You walk over and stand in front of him, looking down.

Billy's gaze flickers with pain and shame. "The usual, my dad," he admits, his voice heavy and gruff. "He... he got super drunk and lost his temper again."

Your heart clenches at his words, the weight of his suffering settling heavily upon you. "I'm so sorry, Billy."

Billy offers you a weak smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and despair. "I know you probably don’t want to talk to me but thanks for coming," he says softly. "I didn't know who else to call."

“Of course Billy, I’m always here for you.” Your arm twitches, wanting to touch him but leave it at your side at the sight of him, knowing he probably doesn’t want to be touched. “We should really call Chief Hopper, Billy, this is so out of hand-”

“No. No cops. That’ll make it worse.”

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering so much.” You sigh and move to sit on the swing next to him. “Asking for help doesn’t make you weak.”

“I just have to make it through to graduation and then I’m leaving. He can’t stop me then.”

“Where are you going to go?” You pry, wanting to hear what he wants out of his future.

“Back to California. It’s the only place I could see myself staying for the rest of my life.” He admits.

“Seems like you have it all figured out.” A slight pang of sadness fills your chest at him not mentioning you in his future plans. You shake that thought out of your head. You aren’t even together, why would he make room for you?

“I’m sorry for leaving you at the dance that night.” You’re surprised by Billy’s admission.

“No, I’m sorry for pressing you. I know how difficult it can be to open up and let things in.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize for me being an asshole to you.” Billy shakes his head with a scoff before looking you in the eyes. “I can’t - I don’t know how to put this into words. This is new to me. I’ve never wanted somebody so much before in my life.”

“Then stop being so stubborn.” You give him a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“I think that’s in my DNA, little mouse. You’ll have to try harder to fix that part of me.”

“Billy,” You reach over and take his hand, softly running your finger over his bruised knuckles. “I’m not trying to fix you. I just want to be by your side as you find your way. You deserve someone who wants to show you the good things but sticks by you for all the bad things too.” Billy avoids your gaze, keeping his eyes locked on your hands, connected between you.

“I can’t hold your hand without noticing how wrong mine looks in yours. I don’t deserve the gentleness of you combined with my ugliness.” Your heart aches at Billy's words, his self-deprecation cutting through you like a knife. You squeeze his hand gently, refusing to let him retreat into his own despair.

"Billy," you say softly, your voice laced with determination. "You are not defined by your past or your scars. You are worthy of love and kindness, regardless of what you believe."

He meets your gaze, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But I've done terrible things," he whispers, his voice cracking with emotion. "I don't deserve someone like you."

You shake your head, a surge of empathy welling within you. "We've all made mistakes, Billy. It's how we choose to move forward that matters," you say, your words infused with conviction. "And I choose to stand by you, to help you heal and grow, no matter how long it takes."

Billy's defenses begin to crumble, his facade of strength giving way to vulnerability. "I don't know if I can change," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll figure it out together," you reassure him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere."

A flicker of hope ignites in Billy's eyes, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up. My dad’s at work so it’ll be just us. You can stay over if you want.” You gently tug on Billy's hand, urging him to his feet as you lead him out of the park and towards your home.

As you walk, Billy's steps falter, his hesitation palpable. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, uncertainty lacing his words.

You turn to face him, your expression comforting. "I'm sure," you say firmly, giving his hand another reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to face this alone anymore." Billy's shoulders relax slightly at your words, a sense of relief washing over him.

When you arrive at your home, you guide Billy inside, the warmth of the familiar surroundings enveloping you both.

"I'll grab you some clean clothes," you say, disappearing into your room for a moment before returning with a soft towel and a change of your dad's clothes.

“There’s a first aid kit beneath the sink if you want to use it.” You tell him, not knowing if he wants you to help him or leave him alone.

Billy accepts the clothes gratefully, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks," he says, his voice hoarse with emotion and he disappears into the bathroom to freshen up.

You grab an extra blanket and pillow for Billy and set up the couch. Billy exits the bathroom, a small band-aid on his cheek, the redness from his wounds washed away.

“You can take my bed, it’ll be more comfortable than the couch.” You gesture to your bedroom door.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N.” He grabs the blanket and pillow off the couch and ushers you to follow him. “Unless you’re uncomfortable.” He pauses.

“It’s okay.” You smile and close your bedroom door behind him as he walks in and sets up his pillow and blanket on your bed, carefully and slowly laying down. He winces as he rolls over slightly, grabbing at his side.

“Do you need some ice?”

“No, It’s okay, I’ll just wait till morning.” He watches your movements as you settle into bed beside him.

“Goodnight Billy.” You reach over and turn your lamp off, turning on your side to face him.

“Goodnight, little mouse.” He whispers. You watch the exhaustion take over him. In the darkness of your room, for the first time, he falls asleep. You smile, watching his eyes flutter and his breath hollow out, chest rising and falling slowly.

You’re unfamiliar with the emotion flooding you right now. With Billy safe under your roof, you vow to yourself to do everything in your power to help him heal and grow, to show him that he’s worthy of love and kindness, no matter what demons haunt him.

You can’t help the words that tumble out of you, unexpectedly.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I love you so much it might be crazy to admit.”

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misstycloud · 1 year

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How about a popular reader x unpopular yandere>

It was lunch break and you sat together with your classmates inside the classroom, eating your food. Today's topic was the new horror movie coming out soon, you'd all seen the trailer and it seemed scary. It was one of those 'robot turns evil and starts murdering people' kind of film, and you were totally up to see it.

"Bro, did you see her face? Now that's what I call scary.'' your friend Taro said in an exited voice.

"Yeah, bet you shat yourself when you saw the trailer." Hana joked and snorted at him, Taro in return gave her a 'really?' look.

"Haha, very funny."

"I agree, I'd love to see the way you'll scream when we actually go watch it. It'll be the best moment of my life." you said, following in Hana's footsteps.

"Oh no, not you too. Bullying is bad, you know. You could get expelled."

"The only one getting expelled here is you, we saw what you did to that Mitsuki girl in 3A. Not to mention that other younger student." another one of your friends reminded him with a smirk gracing his lips. "Mitsuki was not looking good, I'll tell you. You need to stop tormenting these poor people or it'll come back and bite you one day." he mocked.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." in the corner of Taro's eye, he noticed a certain boy enter the classroom and glancing around until he spotted your group. Taro smiled deviously, "well, talking about sad people," he turned to face you, "there is one right there."

Looking in the direction of which your friend pointed in, you realised what he was talking about and sighed at the sight. Sano Yamada, your boyfriend. Actually, you didn't know he he really was your boyfriend. It's not like you loved him or anything. How could you? Not with that plain face, boring fashion and lack of social life. He wasn't exactly a popular one...

Why are you with him, then? Because it's fun. Since no one liked him and he clearly liked you(far more than you would've enjoyed), your friends thought it'd be fun to pull a little prank on him. The joke was simple, ask him to meet you on the roof after school and 'confess' to him before revealing the truth. Your friends thought it'd be hilarious to watch him make a fool out of himself, so you agreed to partake in this.

That's how things were supposed to go. Just be a little mean and then go home like nothing happened, but the world had different plans it seemed. For when the time came for things to go down, Sani got too caught up in joy that he failed to notice you weren't done, you hadn't gotten the chance to spill the beans that it was all fake and you weren't even close to liking him. You wished to fix things so you didn't have to date him, but your friends wouldn't let you. They believed it would be fun if you simply didn't say anything and kept going out with Taro.

So that is how you ended up with an unwanted boyfriend.

"Hello," Sano said as he reached the put-together tables you were seated at. "how's it going?" Is he was trying to adapt to your group of friends and impress them. He sadly didn't succeed.

The others gave him a tight lipped smile and answered shortly with a small 'it's fine'. You could not help but sigh again at his presence, the two of you didn't even share any lessons, did he really have to be there? Understanding you were the reason for his unexpected visit, you still asked, "Sano, what a surprise. What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be with your own class?"

He didn't pick up on your irritation and replied to your question with a kind smile, "Yeah, but I missed you so much that I thought I could come here instead." Blushingly he turned his gaze to the floor, still somewhat shy in front of you.

"Oh..that's so..sweet." You forced yourself to at least look like you enjoyed his gestures and loving gaze. Taro and the others covered their mouths to hide their snickers, you pretended not to notice. How you wished Hana was the one Sano liked, not you.

"Can I join?'' Sano wondered and pointed at a free chair next to him nobody was using.

"Eh, sure."

Ha thanked you and pulled the chair close to the tables and sat down. Giving their last mocking laughs, they stopped after you sent them stink eye. After that conversation continued on like normal. Though he'd been allowed to join you, Sano didn't dare say anything and only sat there quietly. Just like a shadow. Just like it'd always been. There but not there at the same time, unnoticed and ignored. That's how most of sano's life has played out.

"-yesterday me and Taro talked, and we thought it would be cool if we all went to mall tomorrow."

"Need those new clothes, y'know." Taro chimed in and gestured to his body.

"You in?" Hana asked and looked at you.

"Yeah, of course." you said happily, you needed to do a little shopping yourself anyway.

"Cool, we can see if we can find those dresses we didn't buy last time!"

Last time you went to the shopping centre, you discovered two beautiful dresses but sadly weren't able to but them at the time because you two were broke as hell. You were pretty sure you only had like three dollars in your bak account. While you thought you were bad, you didn't even wish to think about Hana's economy.

"Good idea, I really liked it and-"

"-sorry to cut in,'' an anxious voice had interrupted you, "but aren't we going on a date tomorrow?" Sano put his hand over yours and squeezed it, "remember?"

Right. You totally forgot. You werre supposed to go on a date with Sano this weekend, he'd inquired about it nonstop for almost three weeks now and there was only so much you could take before giving in to his demands. You thought it better to simply get it over with so he'll shut up and leave you alone for a while.

"Right, I forgot. Sorry" you apologised in an obvious fake tone.

Sano nodded, signalling he accepted your apology. He didn't see how you scowled at him behind his back when he wasn't looking.

Lunch time had now passed and school was almost over, the weekend fun could soon begin. Which everyone was happy over, perhaps the teacher's more than anyone.

'I shouldn't have drunk so much water.' Sano thought to himself as he wandered through the halls of the building.

Entering the boys bathroom he saw it as empty, and proceeded to open the stall door stall and lock it. But right as he was going to get down to business, he heard the door opening and others coming in. The voices weren't of people he recognise, so he didn't plan to bother with it. However, when the conversation went in a direction related to him, he had no choice but to secretly listen in.

"You know that (Yn) girl from class 3C?"

"Yeah, of course, she's hot as fuck."

"Right, but have you seen that guy who follows her around all the time?" The voice mentioned in a rude way, making it clear he did not mean well.

"I've seen him a couple times. Not the best face, if you get what i mean." The second voice said and laughed.

"Hahaha, he's not a prince charming that's for sure."

They didn't realise the person they were talking ill of were very much within hearing range and listened to every word that came out of their mouths. Sano stood there, completely frozen. Taking in what they said. Was that really how people saw you and him? While he knew he was no social butterfly and you were well liked by many in contrast to himself, he didn't think it was something people actually brought up.

"I don't get why she doesn't leave him. There are surely better guys in school, she's bound to fall for one of them."

"You mean someone like Haruto?"

The other voice exclaimed, "Exactly! Someone like Haruto is a much better fit for her, he's well in her league. "

After that Sano heard some more bustling noises, and then it was silence. He poked his head out to confirm they had indeed left. The boy decided to goo back to class, his reason for leaving now forgotten. He piled over the two students words. Were they right? Did people actually believe someone else was a better choice for you. But that couldn't be true. He was yours and you were his. You belonged together.

That's what you felt too. You must, what would he do if you didn’t? No, you have to love him. Otherwise you wouldn’t have confessed to him so sweetly that day on the roof. He tried convincing himself that he was the love of your life like you were his, something too him it wasn’t like that though.

He wondered if you actually would leave him if someone better showed up. Someone like Haruto. Those two students from earlier weren’t wrong at all, Haruto was great. At many things. He was liked by everyone, he was good at sports, good at being funny and he just had to be good-looking too.

Much more than Sano, which hurt pretty bad. He hated to admit it but you and Haruto would make a better couple. He was jealous. Very jealous. He’d have to prove he was the perfect one for you. Sano couldn’t let anyone come and steal you away!

Sano would show you how good of a boyfriend he can be and your date tomorrow would be a glorious opportunity for that.

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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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Leo likes to talk, it’s part of being the face man & his role as a strategist that can manipulate situations to be in his favour but because he likes to talk there are certain words that can act as tells for his behaviour

“Spill the beans Leo! Every time you say ‘indubitably’ I know you’re up to something”

In Bug Busters we learn that Leo says ‘indubitably’ when he’s trying to hide something but Leo also has another word that’s indicative to his true mood.

Ninjocity.

There are two prominent times where Leo uses the word Ninjocity.

Donnie: I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up, he’s crushing us!

Leo: Really? ‘Cause I thought my overall ninjocity was totally working

Raph: So what if I say he- that word a lot. It’s a good word. We need to be that word.

Leo: Relax Raph. We’ve got this hero thing wired. I mean, our ninjocity is off the charts

The two times Leo uses the word Ninjocity is in Many Unhappy Returns when he’s fighting the Shredder & at the start of the Movie.

Leo likes to make jokes when he’s stressed he admits to it in the very first episode saying it’s ‘how he copes’ & people have discussed that the reason Leo is making so many jokes at the start of the movie might be because he’s stressed about the idea of having just been made leader & is trying to make Raph take the role back.

Leo using the word ‘ninjocity’ at the start of the movie is just proof of how stressed he was at the idea of being leader because the only other time he ever really uses that word is when his family is fighting a beast-like Shredder for the first time.

When people think of Leo in the episode Many Unhappy Returns they mostly think about how he was able to outmanoeuvre Big Mamma & how he knew his families strengths so well he was able to state exactly how they were able to hold off the Shredder while he & Splinter were at the Battle Nexus, but Leo’s attitude at the start of Many Unhappy Returns is perhaps the closest he’s ever acted in the show to how he acts at the start of the movie.

Meaning that at the start of Many Unhappy Returns his humour is cranked up to 11 & it appears like he isn’t taking anything seriously.

Leo: Thanks for doing the dirty work for us big up Shreddy!

Splinter: Not now Blue!

Leo: What? I thought a nickname might give us a nice repport.

Leo: One & Oh baby!

Leo: Going to need to make a two & Oh T-Shirt after this!

Leo: Oh Cheater! Don’t think we’re letting you keep those!

Raph: This is serious stuff Leo! Would you shore up our right flank already!

Leo: What? Mid-battle banter’s my thing like how your’s is saying words like flank

Leo likes to make quips in battle but the only times, he makes joke after joke, are the start of the movie & the start of the episode Many Unhappy Return or to put in other words the time he was trying to get out of being leader & the time his family was fighting Shredder for the first time.

People seem to think Leo had every thing under control the entirety Many Unhappy Returns because of how expertly he outmanoeuvred Big Mamma but he was only able to think of a plan involving Big Mamma /after/ Splinter suggested going to her. Before that he spends the start of the episode making joke after joke but whenever his families attention is off him

He’s terrified.

The fact that Leo’s actions at the start of the movie & the start of the episode Many Unhappy Returns are comparable means that the idea of being leader was as terrifying to Leo as fighting a beast-like Shredder.

And this is further evidenced by them being the only two real times Leo uses the word ‘ninjocity’, if Leo is stressed & scared he’s making joke after joke, appearing to not take anything seriously & the word ‘ninjocity’ makes an appearance in his vocabulary.

Leo likes to talk to try & distract others from his true feelings & intentions but he has tells.

If he says ‘indubitably’, he’s trying to hide something. If he says ‘ninjocity’ he’s stressed out & scared & is one bad event away from a panic attack.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #rottmnt #tmnt

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marblemojito · 7 months

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WHB chapter 3 spoilers below (and chapter 2)

Also CW for angelic fuckedupfest and a.k.a. top reasons why Belial is the bestest boy. So, we have already witnessed 'angelification' (circa 2-97) with Ppyong's cousin Ppung, and now we find out that it happened to Belial's legion.

From what I get is that he led 80 legions, 40 fell during the battle, and then after that the remaining 40 fell victim to the angelification seeds (?), which is enormous loss not only in terms of strictly human (devil?) resources, but for Belial personally. Especially considering survivor guilt settling down.

It's almost baffling how literally every other captain/duke/prince/etc in Gehenna got off easy. Ok, Leraye got his arm pierced with a spear (but that part is on you, buddy), and then Belial is living through Hell in Hell.

Satan hesitated for how long putting Ppung down, and Belial had to put down his 40 comrades on the spot. And it wasn't the painful death either. The way Belial can remember in perfect detail every his action, before it all bluring in his mind- And it was stressed several times the sheer importance of comradery between demons, and the way they treat each other as equals, or the way demons aren't forced to join legion of certain captain or ruler, but simply choose to 'cause they vibe with the dude.

And if Belial thinks he betrayed himself -- I totally get it. I wonder if he would change his attitude comparing to his pre-engelification character and we get to find what he used to be through through Satan's or Sitri's or Ppyong's, or any other demon's stories, knowing full well that we'll never meet that devil again. Solomon spill the beans Probably not, but that would be hella cool.

Anyway. Literally how can this man walk and talk straight (ok, Jiyu is doing the most part, but you get my point). With these mental capabilities Belial might as well just change his class from marksman to tank. How can you not love him??? Minor rant, but I love his interactions with Jiyu, and I can fully ignore the fact that we had like... 3 lines of dialogue. Sure, Jiyu is suck-up to all his superiors including Belial, but he so genuinly cares about him, being also his second pair of eyes on the battlefield (which is kind of ironic honestly). And all of Hell knows how much Belial cares about Jiyu.

I wonder if Jiyu is overwhelmed by all the thoughts and regrets going through Belial's head, or maybe they can psychically and/or mentally distance each other somehow. They are besties, you legally cannot tell me otherwise. Do you think Belial just silently gossips with Jiyu about,,, stuff?

#im so normal about them trust me officer #wow what a ride #his line about this being his funeral hits so close to home #whb spoilers #what in hell is bad spoilers #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb #whb belial

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icequeenbae · 11 days

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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.4 (fin) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Warnings: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), some altercations, a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 3.7k (pt.4)

Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?

Chapter Masterlist: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)

Author’s note: Yesss, the time has come for the final part of the series to drop~ This is more on the fluffy side tbh, but I hope you find it to be a pleasant ending to this mini-series. As usual, please don't be shy to leave feedback in any way you prefer, I track all of your replies/ reblogs/ asks ❤️ And thank you for giving so much love to my stories, I do appreciate that a lot!!

Tags: @bbh-net @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @lavnderluv @cupreoussyzygy @byunbaek-hyun-04 @blue-rainydays

‘I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier!!’

Yuki was over for girl’s night, and this time, she wasn’t the only one gushing about her prosperous sex life.

‘I was waiting for test results.’

‘Huh? Test results?’

You realized that you’d just spilled all the beans you didn’t intend to spill.

‘Uh- we didn’t exactly- you know?’

‘What?’ She asked suspiciously, probably not even imagining that you could get so careless.

‘Well…’ You swirled your hand around abstractly.

‘I don’t know what that means- Wait. No, you didn’t!?’ Judging by her lit-up eyes, she guessed right. ‘You little hoe!!’

‘Look who’s talking.’

‘Yes, I’m talking. And I want to know everything. Starting with the result of that test, actually. You stupid hoe.’

Sighing, you rolled your eyes.

‘It’s negative. Thankfully… But it was really stupid of me, I know.’

‘Well, did he at least pull out on time? It’s not a safe option, but the timing is somewhat important…’

‘He did. Although he said, he’s never had sex without condoms.’

‘Damn. I should change what I said to ‘you lucky hoe’! I hope you took that test properly.’

You nodded. That was the first time you had to march into a pharmacy to get pregnancy tests. And you had no clue about how to choose out of the dozens of available options. The only reason you were able to ask for help was that you wore a mask – to save you some face, literally.

But that landed you with a few options and some instructions to follow. You had also gotten your period after your two-day sexcapade with Baekhyun, so you were pretty sure you were lucky this time. But you were still concerned with the long-term options. Something you’d left for the future discussion with your physician.

There were other things on your mind right now.

‘Actually, there’s something else that’s been bothering me.’ You mentioned reluctantly. ‘We haven’t… made it official. I mean- he hasn’t asked me yet. Is that… indicative of anything?’

The thought was bugging you daily.

The words ‘Would you be my girlfriend?’ or anything of the sort, had never left your neighbor’s mouth. And you were the one who shamelessly got drunk, ended up in his bed, made him sleep in it with you, and then… Weren’t you so very eager to jump into having sex with him?

Not to mention that you’d stayed at his place for two whole days, Sunday being filled by more domestic delights, and… Even more sex. It seemed like Baekhyun was focused on you and completely insatiable. You couldn’t remember doing it more than once or twice a day, so you were stunned as you realized you had gone four times. His stamina was surprisingly remarkable.

It was a relief that you had to eventually leave his apartment, for you had to work on Monday. As you ran a bath at your place, you realized how sore and exhausted you were. The fact that just a couple days prior, you got shitfaced was probably a contributing factor, but also, the amount of physical activity was very unusual for your body. Though this was a great type of exhaustion, and you had the deepest sleep that night.

But now, almost two weeks later, you were pretty anxious about how your relationship was progressing. Relaying all of the basics to your friend and asking for her opinion was supposed to make you feel better; however, she shared your concerns.

‘This is weird. So, he had time to sex you up multiple times but not ask you a simple question?’ She frowned. ‘You know how it is here, Y/N… You’re not official until you say the words.’

You knew. And that wasn’t even the only cause for your uncertainty.

‘It’s not only that, but… We haven’t really hung out since.’ You mumbled, expecting a big reaction from your friend.

‘What?! Is the bastard ghosting you??’ She rose from her seat, looking ready to burst into his apartment and give him a piece of her mind.

‘No, he um- he had to go to some distant town for a work assignment. He told me that there might not be any internet connection since they would be on some military base or something like that. He said it would last a bit over a week, and then he’ll visit his family for a few days and get in touch with me from there.’

‘So, has he?’

‘So far… No.’ You admitted.

Yuki huffed, her eyebrows knitting together angrily.

‘Yah. That seems fishy as hell. Why wouldn’t he at least send you a text? Who disappears after having someone over for the entire weekend of fucking??’

‘We weren’t doing it the entire weekend…’ You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

‘Come on! He didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend, disappeared on a ‘mission’ that sounds unrealistic, and hasn’t gotten back to you for almost two weeks? Wow, was I wrong about him.’

You scratched your temple, exhaling hopelessly. She just voiced everything that you thought to yourself. You kept giving him the benefit of the doubt in your head, but she was right. It was too odd for someone to vanish into thin air like this right after what had happened between the two of you. This was the hard truth, and it hit your softest, most vulnerable spot. Your heart.

‘I guess so,’ you muttered, voice a bit scratchy with the inevitable tears you held back. ‘What do I even do now, Yu? I like him a lot, which is precisely why I didn’t want to start anything…’

‘First of all, stop crying. If he decided to do this on purpose, he is a dickhead. And doesn’t even deserve to call you his girlfriend.’

She reached out her hands to wipe the stray tears off your cheeks.

‘Second… You need to grow some balls, Y/N. Don’t let people take you for granted or make you feel less than you are!’ She said in a serious tone. ‘I’ve told you this before: you shouldn’t retreat to your shell when someone attacks. You’re strong, beautiful, and an amazing person, capable of giving them hell if you need to!’

Snorting at Yuki’s passionate speech straight out of some girl power drama, you shook your head.

‘Yes, you are! Stop feeling sorry. If someone hurts you – don’t let them. I don’t mean Baekhyun exclusively. You know you’ve been in various situations lately where defending yourself was vital. Stop being a good, cautious girl who gets into her own head before saying anything. Act the way you want, and if someone is offended – it’s their problem. I’ve seen you speak your mind before, and it was damn powerful. That’s why it’s time that you do it for you.’

It wasn’t hard to guess what she was referring to. You’d been keen on staying collected on the outside and hid your emotions fairly well. You’d never let your struggles show, even when you were going through a difficult time at your previous job. You preferred crying in the restroom during lunch break to letting anyone know. You didn’t want to deal with that. Sad or angry, you processed every thought before opening your mouth and saying something, just because you knew how hot-tempered you could become if you didn’t keep your tongue in check.

However, you did let it slip sometimes, mostly when someone hurt the people you love, as opposed to you. A couple years ago, you had to pick Yuki up from a random party she was stuck at, and there was a guy who made unwanted moves on her. As you arrived at the scene, you had to search the entire house for her until you walked into the kitchen, where the bloke was trying to kiss her while she was shoving him away. You vaguely recalled what you did… grabbing his shoulder to turn him around, kneeing him in the balls without hesitation. Yuki later shared that she sobered up as she heard you swearing excessively at him. You told him everything on your mind, and he was scared to talk back. Apparently, you looked like a force of nature back then.

And although this wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this, it was mostly reserved for someone else. But now that you were contemplating your life… You found that you might’ve been missing the point all along.

‘Actually… You have a point, Yu.’

Your best friend blinked, surprised by your response. She’d been trying to get through to you many times before, and now you finally listened?

‘Why should I always be the one to swallow my pride or feel uncomfortable? I’ve always been a good girl, and where did it get me?’ You wiped your face dry. ‘I’m not gonna do a one-eighty and become a crazy bitch now, but it’s time to let go. I won’t try to reach him or wait for him at the door. If he was one of the bastards who thought I was too boring to have a relationship with, well… Fuck him then. I’m done with feeling bad about myself.’

‘Yay! That’s what I’m saying. You go, girl!’

‘I’m sure I’ll get over him in no time. Yes, we’re neighbors; it’s gonna be awkward. But why should I be the one worried about it? I’ll be sure to let him know I don’t give a shit about him and his stunts if I ever see him again.’

‘That’s the spirit, Y/N-ah! Gosh, this calls for a celebration. Where’s the champagne I brought last time?’

‘I hoped you’d ask. In the fridge.’ You chuckled.

‘Coming right up,’ she winked, already headed to the cupboard to get the glasses.

***

Friday rolled in, having you overcome the struggles of getting work done while having your head elsewhere. Your office hours were so long and miserable that you were dead set on doing your house chores and then going straight to bed tonight. Just to sleep in tomorrow, wake up completely free for the day, and order from your favorite restaurant and chill. If anyone deserved a feast, it was definitely you! Rewarding yourself for getting through the week and spending five minutes not thinking about your personal life was a great achievement in your book. Maybe not great, but a triumph.

Walking up to the entrance, you saw a tall figure there.

It didn’t seem familiar until you were a ten-second walk away. Then you realized – it was that woman. That one who broke into Baekhyun’s apartment while you were there. And the one who called him up about having dinner together at his place.

Your first instinct was to turn around and sneak through another entry point. You hated confrontation, especially in case you didn’t initiate it. At this time, all you wanted was a quiet evening, and it was about to be ruined.

Your pride, however, didn’t allow you to back down. Suddenly, your conversation with Yuki replayed in your mind. She was right; you shouldn’t let anyone treat you that way or make you feel any less. And if you had to withstand a pointless attack, you could simply fire back. With that in mind, you reached the gate.

‘You!’ The voice made you sigh and brace yourself before turning around. ‘It is you! I’ve seen you before.’

‘Congrats,’ you shrugged, ready to walk away.

She grabbed your forearm.

‘Are you going to Baekhyun again?’

‘I find it unlikely that my destination is any of your business. Let go of me.’

She gritted her teeth, squeezing your arm painfully.

‘Listen, whore. I’ve been working on him for months, and as soon as I’ve made progress, you swing by and think you’re-’

‘No, you listen, bitch.’ You ripped out of her grasp, completely fed up with this. ‘I don’t care if you think you’re entitled to have him. But let me tell you this. I live on the thirteenth floor, so if I see you there again, I’m calling the police. Stop creeping around my house and get a life.’

‘You-’

‘Is everything alright?’ You turned to the security, who most likely caught your exchange in front of the gates on CC TV and decided to come check it out.

‘Yes,’ you nodded, pressing your code in and pushing through the entrance. ‘This person is blacklisted on our building, check under Byun Baekhyun. And please make sure she doesn’t sneak in and cause more trouble.’

‘Of course.’ The guard made sure the door was appropriately locked after you.

The woman, whose name you still didn’t know, shouted profanities at your back as you walked away.

You hated confrontation, but this felt good.

Later this evening, you gladly told your best friend about it.

‘Damn, you should’ve called me as soon as you got home! This is so cool,’ she yelled as you relayed the story.

‘I wanted to clean up first. You know we talk for hours… I'm glad I did; I’m sure I’d have zero energy if I had to do it now. I’m already in bed and so sleepy.’

As if to emphasize your point, you let out a loud yawn.

‘How graceful. I am in bed too, but I wish I could see her face when you… Is there a way to get my hands on the security footage?? I’d flirt with your guards just to have a chance to see that!’

You heard someone grumble in the background.

‘I’m sure you’d love to see that footage just as much as me, Seokie,’ she teased.

‘Ew, don’t tell me you’re in bed with Hoseok right now!’

‘What if I am? Jealous?’ She asked, and you rolled your eyes.

‘Sure. I hate you lovebirds.’

‘He’s been eavesdropping on your story about that bitch you put in her place, and he looks impressed.’

‘You go, Y/N-ah!’ You heard Hoseok shout.

‘Thanks,’ you giggled, feeling at ease. ‘That’s at least one source of frustration off my shoulders.’

‘Aw, you’re still upset about that bastard going MIA on you?’

‘I’m trying not to think about it. But… Baekhyun’s either been offline everywhere or has blocked me. I just keep thinking… If it’s the former, what if something happened?’’

‘Oh ,Y/N. I hate that you’re this kind. Next time you see him, tell him off just like his stalker.’

‘I guess,’ you agreed weakly. ‘Anyways, tomorrow is a new day, and I have great plans, so I need to sleep now.’

‘By great plans you mean ordering food and wearing pajamas all day?’

‘You know me so well! Don’t bother coming over, I’m not gonna share. It’s a me-day.’

‘Ugh, what a hoe.’

‘I’m hanging up.’

You put your phone away, giggling at her goodbye growl. She always knew when to tease you to make you relax, and it was one of the reasons you considered her a great friend.

She was always there to back you up and listen to your whining, if needed. At least when you went back to being alone again, you weren’t completely alone.

***

You danced eagerly to the door, ready to pick up your order. It was afternoon, and you were hungrier than a wolf. The delivery guy had just sent you a picture of your package, so you were to simply get it at your doorstep. Which was how you preferred it – living alone as a woman could be slightly creepy, so all contacts with strangers were to be avoided. Your apartment building had great security, but… better safe than sorry.

Thinking all that, you opened the door without checking if the coast was clear. Since you were already crouched to get the package off the floor, you instantly saw a pair of legs in front of you. Male legs. Someone was standing right outside of your door.

You quickly glanced up, meeting the chocolate eyes.

And then grabbed the doorknob, trying to shut the door. But a swift foot in the doorway prevented you from doing so.

‘Whoa, wait a second, Y/N-ah!’

You still wouldn’t budge, so Baekhyun continued.

‘I know what it must’ve looked like, but let me explain. Please, Y/N. I know I fucked up.’

He tried stealing a glance at your face through the crack on the door, but you turned away.

‘Why should I listen to a single word you say?’

‘Don’t you want to know what really happened?’

Trying to make up your mind, you looked down at the package in your other hand.

‘I’ll need five minutes tops to set the table.’ You announced, letting go of the doorknob and allowing him to follow you inside. ‘Be done till then, I don’t wanna spoil my healthy appetite.’

You said that while walking towards the kitchen to get your food out. Baekhyun put something suspicious on the floor and stepped into the kitchen silently.

Expecting him to start the explanation, you huffed.

‘Your time is going to be up before you know it!’

‘I’m sorry.’ He said, voice heavy with guilt. ‘I’m sorry if I made you upset. I know we agreed that I’d stay in touch, and I didn’t. But I promise you I didn’t disappear on purpose.’

You began taking out containers of food from your delivery.

‘My phone was handed in the entire assignment because that base wouldn’t allow any devices inside but our pre-approved laptops. I was planning to text you as soon as I arrived at my family home because when I received my phone back it was dead.’

Listening to him talk, you avoided looking his way. You wanted to process his words without any additional… distractions. It was time to be rational; meeting his warm, guilty gaze again would cost you half of your battle spirit.

‘I left it to charge as soon as I got home, but…’

He made a big, almost theatrical pause.

‘But?’ You nudged, wishing to know the truth.

‘I don’t know how to say this… Uh- Siwoo wanted to take a picture of something outside just to be playful and accidentally dropped it out the window.’

It was your turn to pause. Was he kidding you with that story?? You couldn’t believe he was trying to blame all of this on a child.

Your thoughts must’ve displayed clearly on your face, so he fished his phone out of his back pocket.

It was brand new. It was evident that the model was upgraded, and the color was different, too.

‘I restored the photos from the cloud, I can show you the picture he too—’

The shiny new device was proof enough for you, and you weren’t willing to have him provide you with further evidence of his innocence. Nevertheless, you wanted to make sure he was genuine in his apology.

‘Why couldn’t you at least call our building and ask them to give me a message?’

He stood there, stupefied, for what seemed like an eternity before his expression turned into a sheepish grin.

‘I could’ve… done that?’ He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

Clearly, the thought had never crossed his mind.

You rolled your eyes and turned to the kitchen counter. The table was set, and you only needed to get the plates. The prettier ones were reserved for the rare occasions when you had guests, so you had to reach for them.

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun whined, sounding uncharacteristically childish in his desperation. ‘I also brought you an ‘I’m sorry’ present…’

Hearing this made you snap.

‘Why would you do that? It’s not like we’re dating!’

He was taken aback by your words.

‘What do you mean we’re not?’ He asked, completely bewildered. ‘Are you seeing someone else?’

‘No, but-’ It was your turn to mumble. ‘You never asked me…’

Baekhyun looked at you as if you were crazy. Then, his frown transformed into something else.

‘Oh god, Y/N…’ He sighed, leaning on the counter behind you with one hand. ‘I thought it was obvious. I was serious about you from the very beginning, but if you want me to say it, I will say it.’

You waited for him to finish.

‘Please be informed that I’ve considered you my girlfriend this entire time. And I know I fucked up, so… are you gonna break up with me?’

‘I’m debating it,’ you responded gruffly.

‘Y/N-ah,’ He pressed, still hovering over you while his arm inched closer and closer to your frame. ‘I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you.’

Taking in his hopeful eyes, you pointed to the kitchen cabinet.

‘I need plates.’

Following the direction of your index finger, Baekhyun looked up. He reached over you, almost hugging you with one arm, and gave you what you wanted.

‘Thank you.’

He perked up, a question in his eyes. ‘What now?’

Although you were still grumpy, your heart was beginning to warm up to him. So easily.

‘Go sit at the table. I’m hungry.’

Baekhyun’s chocolate orbs instantly lit up.

‘Does it mean you forgive me?’

The hopefulness of his tone made your façade crack.

‘You’ve mentioned a goodie bag?’ You squinted at the huge paper bag he left at the door, just to avoid crumbling right in front of him.

Baekhyun smiled cheekily.

‘It’s all yours. Babe.’

You ignored the term of endearment, turning your back on him to hide your warming cheeks.

‘Get yourself another set of chopst—’

Your boyfriend gave you an abrupt back hug.

‘B-Baekhyun?’

‘I really missed you, Y/N-ie.’ He whispered in your ear, nearly busting your eardrum with a kiss. ‘Also, my entire family wants to meet you…’

‘What?? Already?’

‘Mhm. And here you were, thinking we weren’t even dating,’ he snickered. ‘Once I got you, I’m not letting you go.’

‘You are,’ you huffed. ‘Otherwise, you’re standing between me and food. And I got an appetite, you know?’

‘I know.’ His smile tickled your neck pleasantly. ‘It’s one of the many things I love about you.’

It was impossible to turn into mush faster than you did.

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A/N: Okaaaay, we're done with another mini-series!!! Congrats to you and I haha Thank you for following this story till the end <3 And a huge thank you to all of my lovely readers that left their comments to each installment of the series! Ily 💕

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pomegranateshrimp · 7 months

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Greg House x Fem! Reader

Kinktober day 1: Boot worship

Summary: You had been extremely distracted, more or less hot and bothered the whole day. You couldn’t focus on any of your work. House walks into your office to check on you and notices you checking out his boots a little too long.

A/n: you have an office because, why not? Idk. It worked better. Also Ik this is behind schedule I’m really sorry I’ve been busy with family problems. Also I’m making my own list for kinktober bc I didn’t like a lot of the prompts sorryyy. Also this is kinda short.

Nsfw under cut

You were trying to focus your hardest on the paperwork you were doing on your desk. You hadn’t been all too present mentally speaking. You had your mind on something else. You couldn’t pin point why but for some reason you were just so fucking horny today. Probably had something to do with you ovulating. So horny, that in fact you couldn’t even do your job. Sure, you got the work done, but you weren’t at your best, and House could tell. You worked on the diagnostics team and were, admittedly, his favorite. He payed close attention to you whenever you did, anything really. He watched your every move like a hawk, and he knew when something was up, and he wouldn’t let it go until you told him. This time, it was different. Obviously you can’t just tell your boss you were super horny and that’s why you couldn’t do your job well enough today. You just had to hope he wouldn’t talk to you about it.

The universe just had to have a personal vendetta against you. You were convinced of it. Someone had opened your door and walked into your office. Without knocking. Only one person you knew who did that. House.

“Knock knock” he imitated the sound while looking down at you as you did your paperwork.

“What do you want Greg?” You didn’t want to talk to him. Not because you didn’t like him. You liked him a lot. You just didn’t want to spill the beans about how much you wanted to fuck him, and you knew if he pestered you long enough you’d either admit it or lash out on him. Neither one being good.

“Someone’s fussy.” He raises his eyebrows, comes into the room and closes the door behind him, leaning on it as he speaks. “What’s wrong with you today? You seem a bit… gone.” He makes a weird motion with his hand above his head.

“Nothing. Drop it. Im fine.” ‘Please leave now’ you thought to yourself. You couldn’t look directly at him but didn’t want to totally dismiss his presence either. You settled by looking at his boots. They looked new. Black and sleek. Doc Martens. Your state grew unknowingly as he stared at you.

“Really? Doesn’t seem like ‘nothing’.” He didn’t move from the door but shifted his posture, standing more straight than before.

“Why does it matter to you anyways?” You retorted back. You were being rude but it came from a place of good. All you wanted was for him to leave your office and for your day to be over so you can go home and finger yourself to sleep.

“It doesn’t. Until it affects your ability to do your job. Which it seems like it has. Therefore, it’s my business, and it matters.”

You didn’t respond, your eyes just moving between the paperwork on your desk and his boots.

“What’s wrong? I get dirt on them or something?” He sarcastically asked and pretended to inspect them.

“Oh, n-no.. sorry.” You were caught so extremely off guard by him noticing your stare. You moved your gaze back to the paperwork but because he wasn’t leaving you lifted your eyes every now and them to his boots.

“Hmm, let’s see..” he started “you’ve been bright red all day, unable to focus, and now you’re staring at my boots, and it’s certainly not because they’re dirty. Hmm..” he puts a hand to his chin and pretends to be in deep thought for a few moments before speaking up again, this time with a shocking ‘omg’ sound. “I got it! You’re horny.” He was now moving from the door and walking towards you.

“That’s— that’s ridiculous please I-”

“You sure? All evidence points to me being right.” He now stood in front of your desk, chin resting on his cane, looking back at your surprised, crimson red face. “I will say though, the boot thing definitely came as a surprise. Didn’t think you were into that kinda stuff.”

“Even if I am, what are you going to do about it? Or did you just want to know?” You rolled your eyes. There was a certain annoyance in your voice because you immediately assumed once he knew he’d just leave the room, but to your surprise he stayed.

“Gee I don’t know, you seem desperate enough to fuck a shoe! By god, I wonder if there’s anyone willing to let you get off by riding their new Doc Martens. Get on your knees.”

You were shocked by the change of voice from his usual sarcastic tone to a much more demanding one now, but you liked it. You needed him so much right now and he was just letting you have him. If this was a wet dream, you didn’t want to wake up. You got out of your chair and compiled to his demand.

“You might wanna take your clothes off first.” He told you and you threw everything you were wearing to the side, not caring about anything anymore, just chasing that high you so desperately needed. Without warning, he moved his boot in between your thighs, right up against your pussy. You gasped, moaning out and grabbing onto his leg, surprised by the suddenness of the movement. “Greg…”

“You’re so needy for me.” His raspy voice sending shivers down your spine as you began to grind on his boot. The silence of the room being rid of with heavy breaths from the both of you.

You grind on his leg harder, wanting to cum so badly despite how degrading the situation was. Riding your bosses boot in broad daylight, office unlocked. If anyone saw you…

The thought made your mind race, your breath picked up speed as your hips thrusted faster, aiming for more friction. You could feel yourself getting close, the lewd noises becoming louder and louder. “Greg I’m gonna—“ before you could even finish your sentence you came onto the boot, leaving it shiny with arousal.

“Lick it off.” The way he looked down at you was enough to give you a second orgasm. You hesitantly reached down and gave the shoe a slow, long lick, from toe to heel, looking up at Greg as you did so. You were extremely grateful that he had given you the satisfaction you wanted.

“Don’t let me see you getting distracted again after this.” He gave you a sly smirk and left the room.

#house md #fanfic #gregory house #oneshot #hate crimes md #smutshot #kinktober #bootworship #leather boots #doc martens #james wilson #headcanon #robert chase #house x reader #greg house x reader #im so sorry

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raayllum · 1 year

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Re: 4x01′s characterization

I loved seeing Soren be goofier in spite of being older because it’s clear he’s so comfortable with everyone in ways he wasn’t before (even if he’s understandably a little wary of pissing Callum off). This is who he’s become surrounded by people who love him and are generally willing to, if not just accept, than indulge in his joking nature rather than 1) his disapproving father and 2) trying to always live up to Viren’s expectations. Soren accidentally spills the beans about Harrow in 1x01 and Viren angrily shuts him down / doesn’t really let him apologize, even when it’s a genuine accident. And even though Corvus is somewhat annoyed / not thrilled that Soren has come up with a “thwart a coup” cover lie, he still goes along with it and does his best to help out. It’s just really nice to see how much Soren’s changing environment has helped him grow into his softer side. Although things aren’t perfect, you can see that he’s 100% happier now than he used to be

I liked seeing the way the council was set up to clearly be the most enjoyable, comfortable thing for Ezran possible. It feels like a nice balance of him being king versus him getting to be a kid now that he’s king in peacetime rather than a world on the verge of / embroiled in outright war. Of course, particularly two years in, it’s going to be more relaxed and he’s going to get to be a bit sillier. Opeli’s softness and the way she lifted up Bait shows that she’s grown more accustomed to, and it was very sweet

Callum... catapults between being totally fine and a traumatized hot mess and that’s sort of exactly what I was expecting, even if it was super interesting to watch it play out. He’s cheerful and loving magic... until he has so much of the tiniest reason that someone is keeping something from him and he assumes it’s something Terrible. We can see he detests the idea of someone keeping something dangerous from him (and indeed, what else would he believe people would keep from him?) in the name of ‘protecting’ him by proxy. He’s also particularly paranoid about losing his brother, given that Ezran is 1) the only family he has left now that Rayla is MIA and 2) he lost Harrow precisely because his father was the king. As well as the way Soren has clearly seen enough of his temper for Callum to think 1) intimidating Soren will work and 2) that it kind of does. There’s more than a few moments where his mood changes rapidly to anger or to deep seated sadness, and I found it particularly interesting that while Callum spends most of the episode worried, he doesn’t really confide in anyone and still chooses to self-isolate from his party, only opening up (likely partially out of guilt) when his brother prompts him. He’s hanging together but you can tell he’s frightened and fragile emotionally in ways he wasn’t before - and it speaks to how he can’t even say Viren or Rayla’s names without clamming up

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zgvlt · 2 years

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celebrating your birthday with the twst boys hcs part 2, ft. octavinelle and scarabia x reader (separate)

read part 1 here read part 3 here read part 4 here

author’s note: I wrote these both to celebrate my own birthday last 08/02, as well as to celebrate the Birthday Greeting feature added to TWST EN last 08/01!

general tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, hcs for both prefect and non-prefect reader, platonic and romantic hcs, food mentions, runs on the assumption that reader wants to celebrate their birthday, not beta read

total wc: 4.0k+ words (700-900 words each character)

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

In terms of his reaction to your birthday (and when you choose to tell him about it), another case of there being a good difference depending on your relationship with him.

If you’re friends (or as Azul would like to put it, one of his connections) but not particularly close, it doesn’t matter how early or soon you choose to tell him. If you tell him about your birthday early, he convinces you to have Mostro Lounge cater for your party, and because he’s so kind he’ll offer a discount. Don’t have that much money? Try the coral-themed birthday cake! It’s an absolute must.

If you tell him on the day of, well, it might not be possible for him to offer his services if your guest list is, let’s say more than a dozen, but he can definitely give you a discount if you choose to dine in Mostro that day (just you, though!)

Well-intentioned, but still wants to make money would be the gist of it.

If you’re close friends (Azul translation, first-rate, high caliber connection) or partners (and not just the business kind), there’s a good chance he already knows about your birthday and has begun preparing himself. Maybe it’s from a document or contract you signed in the past. If you even mention it in passing, that information is in the brain!

If he doesn’t already know, if you tell him in advance he also offers to be the caterer for your party, but you can tell he’s much more involved when it comes to the planning process.

One minute he’s talking about the food, then the next he’s talking about how to make your party nicely decorated but cost-effective. He’s even talking about where to best source decorations, whether it’d be better to use up time to make food or decor as opposed to buying things pre-made, and the like.

Azul offers to go shopping with you as well, and if you’re on a budget (if we’re using NRCs budget, yeah, it probably is tight) you best take it.

If you’re friends but not particularly close, you might wonder if he has something he wants in return, but as a close friend or as his significant other you know this is him genuinely wanting to help you (as well as wanting to look good in front of you, but definitely still genuine)

The days leading up to your birthday, you’ll find Jade or Floyd (or both) dropping off “party supplies” in front of your room. It’s obviously from Azul.

If you and Azul are together, the two of them are definitely teasing you (though Azul probably has it worse) about how much of a fuss the octomer is making in regards to your birthday. The both of them are nice enough to let Azul’s surprise be, you know, a surprise by not spilling the beans about any gifts. Floyd does have a close call, though.

If the two of you are close and you tell him on the day of, Azul is inwardly shaking and crying in his leather shoes. He’s definitely trying to figure out why you hid it from him, or if there’s a personal reason about why you waited until the day itself. He sort of needs the reassurance that it’s not because you don’t want him celebrating with you.

During the party, he’s cheesy enough to do a public toast in your honor. He thinks he’s suave and cool, but if you’re close to him you’re definitely able to pick up on the more heartfelt messages mixed in with the Azul-typical formal speech.

In general, his gift will be “one wish” from him… which is to say he doesn’t know what to get or do for you, lol. This is him gauging what he could possibly offer you.

If you’re partners and it’s clear he’s serious about you, he might get you something from the Coral Sea! Similar to Leona, the item he gets you probably has a cultural significance in relation to love. You can bet the craftsmanship is top notch as well, knowing Azul he won’t settle for something less when it comes to a gift for you.

Overall, Azul will guarantee you have a good (and cost-effective!) party. While his help isn’t free, you can tell that his efforts are worth the price (a price that depends on what you are and what you mean to him)

JADE LEECH

It’s difficult to tell what Jade is thinking when you tell him about your birthday, and that’s probably the case no matter what your relationship is with him. This particularly applies to when you tell him about it early, whether it be months or days before your big day.

Be it a friend, best friend, or his significant other, Jade will tease you about it. He’ll say something along the lines of, “I wonder why you’re telling me? Could it be that you’re expecting something from me?”

If you’re his friend, it won’t matter too much how early or late you tell him. Jade is an extremely capable man—he has his ways when it comes to preparing for something in a time crunch, whether it be getting the Octavinelle (or even yours, if you desire) Lounge set up for a party, or finding the right gift for you.

If you’re someone close to him, he probably will make a jab (a lighthearted one, but a jab nonetheless) if you choose to tell him the day before or the day of. It’s almost like you didn’t want him to know! He’s hurt (and he tells you all this while smiling, not looking very hurt at all)

If you’re his partner, while he won’t panic, he will be surprised that he not only didn’t know your birthday, but you chose to tell him so late. Again, Jade is very capable and will be able to help you with whatever you need for your celebration, but he did wish he had known earlier—both to be able to tease you and to properly prepare a surprise.

There’s a chance, however, that even without telling him, he already knew it was your birthday—that is, if you tell one of your other friends. In particular, the first years, or someone like Kalim who automatically assumes everyone wants to celebrate your birthday with you. One day, Jade will just go up to you and say, “by the way, your birthday is next week, isn’t it?” meanwhile you haven’t even made your invites yet.

He doesn’t threaten them to tell him or anything, it’s more of just him overhearing… or if he happens to find you interesting (or likes you), it’s his ears being attuned to conversations that have to do with you.

As mentioned, Jade is a wonderful person to help you set up your party. This is partially due to his connections to Azul, and partially because he’s really just that capable. Try asking him for something really niche, and he’ll find a way to get it. It’s your birthday, so shouldn’t you indulge yourself?

Similar to Trey, Jade isn’t exactly partying it up like his twin, nor is he going to be caught micromanaging to ensure perfection. However, he’s not someone to just sit back and watch either, especially if you’re close. If you’ve chosen to request for his help specifically, he’ll probably check up on you every once in a while to ask how you’re doing; offer to pour you some tea if you’d like.

(If you ask what he’s been doing, he’ll mention something about eating good food, as well as talking and listening to some interesting guests)

If you’re someone dear to him, he enjoys staying by your side during the celebration. Pesters you (lovingly) with constant birthday greetings. The type to say it over and over again with his eyes locked on you, likes it when you look embarrassed and run out of synonyms for the phrase thank you.

In terms of gifts, Jade’s gifts always have the receiver in mind. This is true not just with you, but with everyone. If you’re friends with him, the gift will likely be based on one of your hobbies, or something you suspiciously need (even if you never told him about it). It’s also easy to see how high quality it is. Huh!

If you’re his significant other, similar to Azul where he gets you something from the Coral Sea. With Jade, jewelry making use of pearls in particular would be the most likely. However, if you’re not into jewelry, he’s sure to have something else crafted for you—pins, a hair comb, a fancy bookmark—classy, but something he’s sure you would want to keep forever.

To conclude, planning the celebration, and maybe even the party itself, is far less tiring compared to dealing with Jade’s quips and teasing, as well as trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. However, he truly knows how to make someone feel like they're the star of the hour—he hopes you’ll return the favor to make his birthday memorable as well.

FLOYD LEECH

In terms of how soon you tell him about your birthday, it definitely depends on how much he likes you (or how interesting you are).

If you’re friends but not very close, it would probably be better to tell him about your birthday near the day of. No point in getting him hyped up for a party that won’t happen too soon. Plus, that gives him just enough time to get you something.

If you’re close friends or his partner, regardless of whether you tell him a few days before or months before, he manages to remember the specific date and day. Even if you don’t remind him, he’ll be the one to bring up throwing you a huge celebration. He recalls things he’s interested in, and you’re someone he likes, therefore things about you are worth remembering.

If you plan on telling him the day of, the closer you are the more Floyd gets upset at you for hiding it from him. His mood will pick up eventually at the opportunity to throw you a party, but he does whine about it for a little bit, especially if you’ve told other people.

Floyd may seem like the type who enjoys the party more than the planning, but on the contrary he enjoys the thought of getting to throw you the biggest, most fun celebration ever in NRC~ If you’re not the Ramshackle Prefect, you’re going to have to say your apologies to the students in your dorm for the ruckus you and Floyd are causing.

(If you’re from Octavinelle, they readily accept it and say they expected nothing else)

Not a particularly meticulous planner, and honestly a little messy, but it’s clear to see he has a vision in his head, one where it’s full of energy, laughter, music, and of course, where you, the star of the hour, is enjoying. Floyd definitely gets a lot of fulfillment in being someone who makes you happy on your special day.

During the celebration itself, he will be seen dragging you around to show you your own party. Look at the food! It’s filled with your favorites! The music is fun, isn’t it? The two of you should dance together! Your shoes aren’t appropriate for dancing? Oh, does he have a surprise~

In general, Floyd’s gifts will probably have to be some article of clothing or accessory. Floyd’s interested in fashion after all, particularly shoes. It can be something small like shoe laces or charms, but you notice it comes in a color that works well with your skin, or one that matches shoes you already own.

He might even get you a pair of shoes. You wonder how he knows your shoe size, considering it fits you near perfect—leaving some allowance for if you choose to wear some form of socks or stockings.

Floyd’s gift to his significant other… one would be a lot of physical affection. Much, much more than usual. His mood is incredibly good due to the after effects of the party, so he’s in the mood for some Floyd and S/O bonding time! You can say he’s already spent a lot of time with you during the celebration itself, but that was with other people around! He’s a little tired, and you’re probably tired, so now he wants to cuddle before one of you inevitably falls asleep.

If Floyd is actually serious about you, to the point that he can envision being together with you even after graduation… First of all congrats, second he’s also getting you something from the Coral Sea. If Jade would get his s/o something classy, Floyd gets you something that fits his disposition as well—likely an accessory making use of scales, similar to his earring.

As opposed to a good luck charm, the scales he selects have a different meaning. Maybe not as classically romantic as everlasting love, but something more to do with optimism and joy. It’s Floyd telling you he wants you to always be smiling and laughing, especially around him.

Basically, Floyd may seem like the type of person who only cares about him having fun, but that’s not exactly true. You’re someone he actually likes and finds interesting, so obviously your own enjoyment is important for him. Besides, joy is infectious, and if you’re happy, he is too.

KALIM AL-ASIM

Ah, the kind and generous dorm leader of Scarabia. In most cases, it won’t matter at all how soon you choose to tell him about your birthday. He is definitely capable of having a party prepared the day of!

Still, Kalim is the type of person who values his relationships, be it platonic or otherwise, so if you choose to tell him about it early, particularly with the intention to invite him or ask for his help in planning, he’s absolutely delighted, touched even.

Plus, Kalim wants to really think about his gift to you! The type of person who rolls around in his bed mulling over his options—the problem isn’t that he can’t think of something you would enjoy, but more of finding the perfect gift in relation to that.

Jamil insists you’ll love anything he gets you so can he please go to sleep already it’s a school night, your birthday isn’t going to be for a whole month, Kalim you’re going to regret staying up in the morning.

Kalim manages to persuade Jamil that he’ll go to sleep, but when he closes his eyes he’s still thinking about your gift and your party. It’s a miracle how he manages to avoid having puffy eyes the morning of, it’s almost enough to get Jamil to believe he actually went to bed when he said he would. Almost.

There’s always a chance he needs to get your gift shipped from the Scalding Sands, so he appreciates getting the time to prepare.

There is one case where Kalim might actually be upset—it has nothing to do with when you choose to tell him, but if he has a feeling that you might actually be hiding the date from him on purpose. Kalim has a high amount of EQ, so he can tell the difference between it just slipping your mind and avoidance.

It makes Kalim wonder if it has to do with him, or if it has to do with your own personal feelings. Not mad about it, but does want to talk about it. Nonetheless, he appreciates that you eventually do let him know.

For the party, isn’t it a given? For as long as you give him the go signal to help you prepare, or to even throw your celebration himself, he’s going all out! This is regardless of whether he’s your friend or his partner, although there will be some noticeable differences.

In general, he’s got all sorts of things prepared. Music? Either he and a bunch of students from Scarabia are playing music using traditional instruments from the Scalding Sands, or he’s inviting people from his club to play a set list with him.

If you’ve been together for a while, he says I love you when the mic gets passed to him. Your mutual friends may roll their eyes, but they all think it’s cute. Cater ships it.

Definitely sings you a birthday song as well. Maybe more than once—once by yourselves, and another with the rest of the celebration guests. He’s probably the one who starts it (as soon as Jamil brings out the cake or some other dessert, he starts singing)

Food? No problem! Definitely figures out what you like most, but also has some other options that he thinks the attendees will enjoy. The type to have dishes prepared from different cultures—he thinks it’d be nice if you tried out some as well! Maybe you can discover a new favorite!

If you’re not from Scarabia and you’ve chosen to celebrate in a different dorm, he still manages to take you and the guests with him to hold a parade in your honor! Elephants? Check. Camels? Check. Peacocks? Absolutely.

Dancing is an absolute. If you’re not up for dancing with him, he’d understand. He’ll simply have to put on a show for you instead! Clap along and cheer for him, will you?

The extravagant party might as well be the gift, but he does give something extra—likely something he’s talked to you about, something related to a passion or interest, maybe an instrument or skill you’ve been wanting to try but can’t find the motivation to properly pick up.

But if you’re close to Kalim there are a few other things he wants to give you.

Whether as a friend or partner, a ride on his magic carpet is definitely viable! Honestly, he would have allowed it even if it wasn’t your birthday, simply because it’s you. Then again, Kalim thinks getting to soar through the skies on your birthday is probably extra special!

As your partner, some gifts might be a little more intimate. It’s the simple things, like him offering to paint your nails for you—the two of you can even match, if you want. Maybe it’s him helping you put on your birthday sash or jacket, or even learning how to cook a dish or dessert you like from Jamil or one of the other second years.

Overall, Kalim isn’t dumb, he understands he has his privileges, but at the same time he wants to be generous with what he has, using it to make the people he cares about happy, including (or especially) you.

JAMIL VIPER

We’re back to people who react differently depending on 1) how close the two of you are, and 2) how soon you tell him.

If you’re not too close to Jamil, it doesn’t matter much to him how soon you tell him (unless you're a student from Scarabia, in which case please have that information handed to him A.S.A.P. because Kalim will obviously hold a party for you, and he’d like to be able to prepare in advance as opposed to the last minute)

If you’re the Ramshackle prefect or someone from another dorm, even if you tell him the day of, he will simply greet you a happy birthday and offer to do what he can for you.

This could be cooking a meal you like, having him teach you a lesson you don’t quite understand, and, if you really want (and if he thinks you’re trustworthy enough) he can talk to Kalim about hosting you an impromptu party, if you don’t already have one set up somewhere.

He can also help you by setting everything up himself (or together with you). It’s far simpler than many parties he’s been to and has helped coordinate, so it’s hardly any trouble for him.

If you’re close to Jamil, whether it be a good friend or his partner (or if you happen to remind him of his little sister), he does make it a point to remember your birthday. It’s kind of amazing how he manages to not just remember the date, but also make any needed preparations for your birthday celebration considering how jam-packed his daily schedule is. You’ll just wake up and find out he’s already cooked you breakfast.

You wonder how early he had to wake up to prepare that, especially knowing he must have prepared food for the rest of his dorm as well.

Aside from preparing the party itself, Jamil tends to you a little more than usual if you’re someone he likes. Do you have a certain hairstyle you want to try out? Jamil uses magic to do his own hair, so if you’re comfortable with it, he’s definitely capable—just give him some time for the more complex ones. Make-up? He’s no Vil, but if it’s something simple he’ll be able to do it.

You’ll notice he’s keeping an eye out for you during your celebration as well. Almost dropped a plate? Jamil and his quick reflexes are there to save the day. Not sure about the food choices? He’s there to explain what each dish is, their components, taste and texture. Need to extend a last minute invitation? He’ll come look for them. Unwanted guest? He’s shooing them out for you, you don’t even have to lift a finger.

Jamil is very much at the sidelines, even if he’s someone you consider close. He’s really putting the looking in the phrase looking out for you. Sure, he talks to you, his dorm members, and mutual friends, but you’re going to have to be the one to drag him over. You get that he wants you to be the center of attention, but isn’t he doing too much?

Get him to dance for (or with) you! There’s some reluctance in doing so, even though he’s performed for literal fairies and a gigantic crowd—maybe it’s because a birthday party is more intimate? Maybe it’s because it’s for you specifically?

It’s easier to convince him if you choose to accompany him, but he still does it, and eventually a bunch of your guests join as well (Kalim and, if you choose to invite him, Floyd especially)

Even when the party's over, Jamil stays behind with you, helping you clean up.

If you know Jamil well, it’s pretty obvious that he’s acting the way he is because he feels he doesn’t spend enough time with you, and do enough for you. It’s as though he’s compensating, and the best day to do that would be your special day. Please reassure him that his company is more than enough, and that you appreciate whatever time he does make for you.

Still, if the both of you aren’t too worn out, you can take the night to spend some time together—either an impromptu hang out or date.

In terms of gifts, Jamil is definitely more of an acts of service person, with some examples mentioned above. However, if he’s known about your birthday for a while, there’s a chance he’s had the time to prepare a gift from back home. It’s likely to be something made out of fabric, with some beautiful embroidery, from his hometown—either a deep red, or a color he associates with you.

Maybe he even just buys the fabric itself. That way, the both of you can figure out together what you want to make with it.

If he’s particularly serious about you (I doubt Jamil would take the time to date someone he doesn’t at least envision a possible future with), and if the mood is right, sweet talks you about travelling for your birthday when the both of you get older.

Then pulls on his hood because he gets too embarrassed by his own words.

Overall, it’s clear that Jamil is incredibly capable and you can rely on him to give you a good party. However, if he finds you endearing, it’s definitely the more quiet moments, the ones where it’s just the two of you away from the public, that really stand out.

part 3 (pomefiore, ignihyde) and part 4 (diasomnia, ramshackle prefect's after party w/ the first years) coming in the next few days :>

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#twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #nathya twst writing #twst #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper

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Hello!

Nice writing btw

I saw you write ST fanfics and i was thinking Steve Harrington and female reader. One of them receiving comfort. I don't really know how, but i need sweet comfort right now so bad. It could be just platonic or romantic, that's on you honey.

Thank you! Don't forget us the Stranger Things Fanfiction readers please!

Hi Hun! I hope you're having a great day. I write ST fanfics indeed, and I am glad you have requested me this, I tried my best and I hope you'll like it!

It's you | Steve Harrington x Reader

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Warnings: Typical ST

Desperate, you were tossing and turning in bed once more. After over a month without proper sleep, you'd think that at the first chance to crash in your own bed, you'd catch some sleep and be out like a light for at least the next eight or nine hours (heck, even more if you could admit it shamelessly). But nope, all you could do at that moment was lie awake with the sheets tangled around your legs and unable to catch any shut-eye.

You'd say it was possibly the worry and adrenaline of the past days that were causing your insomnia now, but it didn't make sense. It wasn't the first time you had gone through stressful moments like this, though it was the first time it had been this horrible. You looked up at the ceiling of your room in frustration. Some strands of your hair fell onto your mouth, and you removed them with an annoyed huff.

Perhaps you had already gotten used to crashing in uncomfortable spots. Like the cold hard basement floor of the Wheelers, a month and a half ago, when you and your friends were trying to figure out the reason behind the sudden deaths of teens in the town. Everyone was pointing fingers at Eddie Munson, but of course, it wasn't him. You decided to crash at the Wheeler's because it was basically the HQ, since the Byers had gone and Hopper had died… or so it was supposed.

That night you were taking turns to watch over Maxine, who had been chased by another creature from the Upside Down more wicked than the previous one (yep, that was possible). You were on duty along with Dustin and Steve. Dustin had been yammering and ribbing Steve about almost everything that came out of his mouth; poor guy had no choice, he was too clueless and Dustin too slick. Eventually, the dude had crashed out and was snoring, head on Steve's leg, whose back was against a wall next to you.

"I think he's still annoying even when he's asleep," Steve whispered with an amused grin, watching Dustin snore.

You chuckled softly.

"You can say whatever you want, but you love him," you replied.

Steve looked at you and grinned with warmth in his eyes.

"Just don't spill the beans. I like making him think he's a pain in the ass" he whispered back.

You let out a giggle.

"You're doing a good job," you commented after a few beats of silence. Steve looked at you somewhat puzzled, and then you added: "With Dustin, I mean. He doesn't have older siblings, and he doesn't have a present father. You're just the man he needs"

Steve looked at the kid curled up next to him.Next morning, when he woke up, he would surely deny that he had used Steve as a pillow.

"Yeah. Actually, if you had told me a few years ago that I would be babysitting a bunch of thirteen-year-olds, I would have laughed it off.”

"Yeah, 'cause fighting interdimensional creatures is nothing out of the ordinary," you teased. "But I'm for real. It's definitely cool”

"Yeah, totally cool for King Steve," he said sarcastically.

You scoffed in response, rolling your eyes at the same time.

"Forget it," you muttered. "It’s so bogus seeing that you're always comparing yourself. You're exponentially a better person than you used to be, yet you're always comparing yourself to who you used to be.”

Steve leaned his head against the wall, thoughtful, looking up at the ceiling and making a gesture with his mouth, as if playing with his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and then nodded. "Yeah. Just… are there things you regret and just can't forget?" he asked.

You let out a heavy sigh and nodded.

"Dang. All the time," you admitted. "I mean… I dated Giles Bukowsky.”

"Yeah, that's really bad," he agreed. "But I publicly dissed Nancy at the town movie theater," he retorted with sarcasm.

You gave him an uncomfortable smile, showing all your teeth.

"Okay. That takes the cake, definitely. Although at the party I threw at home when the basketball team won the final, Tommy and Carol trashed my folks' bed. Plus, someone tagged 'Steve was here' on the wall of the main bathroom with pee"

Steve snorted.

" I. Did. Not. Do. That," he defended himself. "What bonehead would write their own name at the crime scene?”

"You were totally blitzed. That night you crashed by the pool, and I didn't realize it until dawn. I found you almost with hypothermia and one hand in the pool. I think you also wet yourself, but who knows, it could have been the water" you laughed somewhat regretfully. "I'm sorry, I know it wasn't funny.”

"Nah, it was kinda funny," he said back while laughing softly. "Who would've thought, huh? Going from sharing wild bashes in high school to this… " he murmured looking around.

"Yeah," you agreed. "I can't believe it either," you admitted, yawning and hiding the gesture behind your hand, laughing embarrassed. "Sorry.”

Steve watched you sideways.

"Hey. You can rest a little. You haven't caught any sleep at all.”

You shook your head.

"Neither have you. It's our turn to watch over Max," you reminded him, checking the wristwatch hanging on your wrist. "Plus, we only have half an hour left before waking up Nancy and Robin," you added, raising your gaze to look at him.

Steve had also turned to look at you, and you were very close. You were aware of your shoulders touching his, as well as your legs next to each other. Steve had one of his hands on his thighs, and you did too, so the tips of your fingers brushed almost imperceptibly against his. You lowered your gaze, somewhat embarrassed, but you didn't move. Steve didn't either, and you both remained in comfortable silence until the shift ended. Even after that, you stayed together in the same place.

"Remember Peabo's party where you did karaoke, and you sang so off-key that all the dogs in his neighborhood howled at the same time? It was so cool!”

You let out an almost silent laugh and covered your mouth not to disturb the rest.

"Dork," you lightly hit him. “You can say it; you sing like a dream.”

Steve frowned.

"I don't sing well," he defended himself, as if somehow what you said to him was an insult.

"You do. I remember the year Risky Business came out, and you were obsessed with Old Time Rock and Roll. You sang it almost all day. And you always sang in tune.”

Steve looked surprised.

" You remember that?”

You laughed.

" It wasn't long ago and you were in almost every hallway conversation. Besides, do you remember Peabo's karaoke, right?”

Steve smiled.

"Yeah, but that's because traumas are not easily forgotten,” he joked.

You stared at him and hit him again, this time a little harder, but it made him laugh. At some point, both fell asleep, unconsciously resting your head on Steve's shoulder and Steve his temple on your head. It wasn't the first time they had been each other's pillows during the strange nights that followed that one in the Wheelers.

"You can't get up" you scolded him a few days later when they were resting on the floor of Max's house.

You had been practically sucked into the Upside Down at Lover's Lake and had returned very injured.

Steve had taken the worst of it. He had been violently attacked by bat-like winged creatures. Now you were somewhat demoralized; Nancy had also been attacked there, although that attack had been somewhat different.

"We need to get weapons, we have to go back…" he tried to get up, but you stopped him.

"Hey, hey. I just changed those bandages and cleaned your wounds. Have a little more respect, okay? " you asked, gently pushing him back to the floor again, and he rested his head on your lap.

He was somewhat dirty and sweaty, but you didn't care. You were all dirty and sweaty, but alive, and that was good.

“We can't waste time; we have…”

You rolled your eyes and interrupted him.

"What, rest? Yes. We need to rest a bit, we can't go back there exhausted. A sleeping soldier is a fallen soldier" you added. "Besides, where will you get weapons at four in the morning? We should rest a bit, and in the morning, we'll go buy them" you assured him, unconsciously running one of your hands over Steve's forehead, wiping away a trace of mud from your skin and arranging the wet hair falling over your face.

"You're not doing well either. You should rest too.”

"I just scraped my knee, and one of those things pulled my pants," you observed, showing the hem of your jeans. "I'll leave it like this; it gives it style, right? Eddie said it's metal.”

Steve chuckled and then winced in pain.

"Uh," you murmured, seeing his furrowed brow in discomfort. "No amount of fighting training could get you ready for something like this, right? But for being unarmed, you were very brave.”

"You shouldn't have gone down there. None of us should have done it," he spoke wearily.

"Yeah, we agree on that. None of us should have done it," you accepted. "But you wanted to be the hero once again. Did you think we were going to let you take the spotlight as always? No-oh. We're not in school anymore.”

"Believe me, I know," he murmured, making a pained face. "How are the kids?”

You leaned your back against the wall.

"Nancy is taking a bath. Robin is raiding Max's fridge with Dustin and Lucas. Max is… in her room listening to music. Eddie's asleep, of course," you glanced down at Steve. "You should do the same.”

"What about you?”

You smiled.

"I will too. A little bit.”

Steve nodded in agreement and closed his eyes. You stroked his hair rhythmically until you made sure he had fallen asleep, then, still with Steve's head resting on your lap, you leaned your head back against the wall, closed your eyes, and slept deeply for the next three hours. After that, you spent several days without sleeping properly. You had fought and suffered losses. Max was hooked up to a machine in Hawkins' chaotic hospital, and they hadn't even had time to retrieve Eddie's body from the other dimension for a proper burial. Your eyes were on the letters of a book that Lucas had been reading to Max a few hours earlier. You knew "The Talisman" was a good book, and you didn't want to disrespect Stephen King and Peter Straub, but you were so tired that you didn't read anything, just rested your gaze on the pages while the vital signs monitor played the faint sound that miraculously, Max's heart kept beating.

"I was told you would be here tonight" Steve entered the room with two steaming cups of tea and handed you one.

You left the book on the table next to Max.

"Thank you" you settled into the chair and accepted the cup with a smile "I arrived an hour ago. It took me forty-five minutes to convince Lucas to go home. Erica had to help me.”

"Yeah, Dustin told me. We were at the school gym helping, and when I finished my shift, I came here. Do you mind if I join you tonight?" he asked somewhat insecurely.

That caught you by surprise. Steve Harrington wasn't someone insecure.

"So annoying…" you murmured sarcastically, rising from the seat and blowing on the tea as you rounded Max's bed and looked out the window "Don't you think the sky looks somewhat strange?”

"Considering that a few days ago there was a huge earthquake, and two different dimensions merged without anyone knowing…”

Steve responded as he walked towards you and stopped at the other end of the window. You let out a little laugh.

"That's true" you turned towards Max and furrowed your brow worriedly "Do you think she'll wake up?”

Steve followed your gaze, and you realized he was also worried about Maxine.

"I don't know. All I know is that we've witnessed too many fantastic things to not believe that this is just impossible.”

Wise words from Steve Harrington.

Both spent the rest of the afternoon talking and talking to Max, even though they weren't sure if she was listening. Steve kept her updated on things that happened in her absence and explained that Lucas would be back soon. You had managed to get Lucas to go home and wouldn't see him until the next day. You were committed to spending the night there, even though you hated hospitals with your life. It was when the sun set that Steve started arguing with you.

"You've been standing all day helping at the school.”

"You've been taking care of Lucas, Max, and Erica " Steve put his hands on his hips.

That posture usually worked with girls but it wouldn't work with you. It took more than that gesture to convince you.

"That's not the same" you breathed, mimicking his posture.

Steve caught it, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"You're right about that. Taking care of the kids is exponentially harder than folding clothes and putting them in boxes for refugees.”

You rolled your eyes.

"We're not going to get anywhere, it seems”

Steve looked at the recliner and sighed.

"We can share it" he suggested.

You looked at him. It was true that the recliner was quite large, but was it big enough for both of them to occupy it at the same time? Eventually, you both decided to test the theory with a few attempts until you found the right position. You lay down on it and rested your head on his shoulder. It was strange, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. Both knew each other well enough to have the confidence to share some embarrassing parties, adventures against interdimensional beasts, and occasional impromptu sleepovers on camper floors, basements, and now on a hospital room recliner.

"Do you remember the name of that blonde girl I dated in seventh grade?”

You frowned, trying to remember. You and him weren't the best friends, but the buzz in school every time Steve started dating someone was so big that you soon found yourself keeping an almost involuntary and unconscious record of all of Steve's affairs.

"Kimmy Scott? " Steve nodded "What about her?”

"I don't know, she's one of the girls who disappeared"

after the earthquake the other day, and I just thought about it”

You let out a sigh and looked at the ceiling.

"How many kids disappeared and are probably dead?" you asked "We know they are, and their families will always be looking for them”

Suddenly, you felt one of Steve's hands embrace your lower back. Maybe it was your idea, but for a few seconds, you thought he was pressing you against him. You heard your heart pounding hard under your chest and felt it rise and fall with your breathing. You closed your eyes and slept deeply that night.

That's why you were so ticked now. Everything was in your favor tonight; you were in your bed, the sheets were comfortable, and there was no place more familiar than your own room. You were alone, and there was no noise tonight, yet, dang it, you couldn't sleep.

Finally, you went down to the kitchen and nuked some milk with cinnamon. As you climbed the stairs, you were halfway up when you heard the doorbell, and somewhat flustered, you stopped still, with the cup in your hand. You began to descend slowly and approached the door cautiously, putting your right eye to the peephole, and could see Steve's profile in the darkness. You turned on the light and opened the door. Steve's eyes stopped at yours. He looked scared, like when you shone a car's headlights directly at a little rabbit. Unintentionally, your heart began to pump frantically in your chest. It was like breathing, blinking, or thinking; something you did without any control, without having to give orders. It just happened.

"Can't you sleep?" you asked softly then, but the dark circles under Steve's eyes spoke for themselves. Then you extended your hand to him, and he stretched his palm "Do you want to come in?" you asked, and there was no need to convince him; in a couple of seconds, Steve was inside the house. You led him upstairs, to your room.

It was something new; bringing a guy into your room. But you knew Steve, you knew him much better than you had ever known a guy, so it didn't feel strange or wrong, not even when he stretched out on your bed as if his muscles hurt and let out a couple of sighs of annoyance as he settled on the quilt. You lay down next to him on the sheets, and both looked at the ceiling, feeling each other's closeness.

"I used to be able to sleep" murmured Steve, and you realized it was the first time Steve had spoken since he arrived, and you also realized how much you missed his voice "Before, I mean, with you" he muttered the last part almost with embarrassment. You turned your head towards Steve with a puzzled look. Steve also turned his head to look you in the eyes through the darkness of the room "Now it feels weird not to have you by my side, know what I mean?”

You nodded in silence and looked back at the ceiling, bringing your head closer to Steve's shoulder and resting it on it. Steve pressed his nose into your hair and planted a kiss on your head.

"I was trying to think of what was missing for me to rest" you whispered, and then you smiled sleepily, finally feeling sleep overtake you. You brought your hand to Steve's, and his long fingers cradled yours, caressing your soft skin with his calloused fingertips.

"can you…? Just…hug me, please”

You smiled, releasing a small yawn and fulfilling his wish. Both fell asleep before the warm milk cooled on the bedside table.

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