#I'm not really that sad about it but it is.. annoying

[femmenature]

Good luck, Babe!

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f! reader (ofc)

Summary: Ellie is your best friend, or so you tell yourself after you're done kissing and doing things that friends don't normally do. But that's over since you have a boyfriend, and you're pretending to be something you're not.

Warnings: Inappropriate language, infidelity, mentions of sex, jealousy.

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Your “friendly” relationship with Ellie was not easy, even if it seemed quite the opposite when you were alone with no one watching. You couldn't explain when this happened. When you started to see each other as more than friends, your mind blurs as you try to remember when her hands fit so well with yours and when the songs she played on her guitar started to play just for you. You think you don't remember because nerves make your brain melt, and your heart melt too. She's the only one who can do it, and losing control of the situation makes you despair. That's what led you to cut everything off, actually, you don't even know what you cut off. You couldn't define what you had, you were and still are friends. You broke the unexpected news about your new boyfriend with your friends, she was there too. It was an impulsive act because you knew you couldn't tell her alone.

“girl, congratulations I'm so happy for you!” exclaimed Dina happily as she hugged you.

“It's about time, isn't it?” Jesse joked as he playfully undoes your hair.

As soon as Dina broke the hug Ellie's face came into your view. She didn't say anything, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed trying to decipher what the fuck was going on. She looked at you with a hint of sadness but also with a claim, she wanted to claim so many things, she wanted to get angry and demand so much from you. Her heart was ready to tell you to give her back everything you were taking from her at that moment but on the other side she was dying to ask you not to do it, not to leave her, not to give up, to stay with her.

“I'm happy for you, good luck” but that's all that came out of her mouth, it seemed that the last words carried an ironic tone, but only you noticed it, because you knew very well what she was trying to tell you.

After that day it was obvious that your friendship wasn't the same, you didn't hang out alone, you only hung out with Jesse and Dina, and it was better that way. Or that's what you were trying to tell yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted by Dina, who texted you to party tonight. Obviously we were all going to go, she has great convincing power. The problem is that your boyfriend is going too, and Ellie is going to meet him. You had double dates with Jesse and Dina, they ended up being double dates because Ellie conveniently always canceled when she found out your boyfriend was going too. But I guess that changed today, or it would be too suspicious if she didn't come again.

“What are you thinking, gorgeous?” ugh, you hated that nickname. Or you just hated it coming out of his mouth. Because you really liked it when it came out of Ellie's.

You faked a smile and sighed before answering your boyfriend “I was just thinking about the party today”

He walks up to you with a cocky smile “I'm going to be with you, you don't have to worry about it” clearly that's not what you were talking about, but you just let it go. “And aren't you excited? I'm finally going to meet your friend Annie”

“It's Ellie. Not Annie” you roll your eyes, you couldn't help it. You were annoyed by something as simple as him mispronouncing her name. But it's her name. How could he mispronounce it? You couldn't hide your annoyance over something so small and it bothered you. It bothered you to know that you are losing control of the situation with the pronunciation of her simple name. You didn't need her presence to be overwhelmed with emotions and that scares you, it scares you too much.

“Chill, Ellie, whatever” his words were vague, he didn't even care about meeting your friends, he just wants to give you satisfaction by pretending he does. It was time to leave for the party and meet your friends there. It was a house, doors open, people kissing on the front steps, Christmas lights adorning the frames, even though the season was long gone. Plastic cups everywhere, laughter and scattered conversations were the decoration of the place but your eyes were only looking for her. A hand touched your shoulder and as you turned around you saw Dina smiling at you and your boyfriend.

“Finally lovebirds, it took forever” you hugged her greeting her and when you rested your face on her shoulder you saw her. Ellie was behind, looking at you, playing with her hands nervously as she looked at him and then quickly to the floor. As if it was the most eccentric thing ever. You broke away from Dina and waved to Jesse, then did the same to Ellie.

“Finally, its a pleasure Annie, I was looking forward to meeting you” your boyfriend interrupted the greeting with Ellie, smiling with false honesty. You looked at him angrily, you had literally reminded him of her name a few minutes ago, it seemed like he was doing it on purpose. I was about to remind him again when Ellie cut me off.

“It's nice to meet you Frank” she replied coldly, looking him in the eye. Your boyfriend sighed in frustration and reluctantly replied “My name is Mark”

“I guess the three of us have bad memories, hm?” Ellie tapped his shoulder as she passed and escaped the situation, heading for the bathroom

“all three of us?” Mark looked at you in confusion, trying to guess what she tried to say

You ignored his question and decided to confront Ellie once and for all, entering the bathroom without knocking. Her hands were resting on the marble countertop and her head was down. “What are you doing here” she didn't even need to see you to know it was you. She knows your steps, your perfume, she knows everything about you. “Shouldn't you be with your little boyfriend?” she spat angrily.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? did you really have to leave like that? doesn't it seem too obvious?" you pull your hair back in frustration. She looks at you in disbelief “Are you fucking with me? that's what you're going to tell me? I should be complaining about things”

she herself pointed to her chest, wanting somehow to make you understand what she is saying “you come all this way to point out to me that I am being obvious when you didn't even give me a reason to stop being obvious. You just showed up one day exclaiming you had a boyfriend and all I could do was step aside and let you go” her hand went back to the bathroom counter, squeezing it ”when you didn't give me any reason to do so. And I don't know how you do it but it's not easy for me to stop loving you overnight, so I'm sorry for not disguising it the way you would want me to” Her hand reached for the door handle but your back instantly pressed against the door closing it again.

“You know it wasn't the right thing to do, what we were doing” her hand was still on the door handle as she looked you in the eyes “then why are you blocking my way?” she whispered as her heart was racing. And all you wanted to tell her was the truth. Because you couldn't let her go like that, because she's all you want, all you long for, but your mouth said something else “we were nothing, just confused friends.”

She laughed under her breath with sarcasm “Is it so hard for you to say it's love? I want you to tell me something” she let out a sigh ”When you see his face when he gets up, do you recognize yourself? Really, when you look at yourself in the mirror, do you know yourself?” Your eyes betrayed you and looked quickly at the mirror next to you, returning your gaze quickly to her, with a hint of embarrassment ”Because I have no idea who you are. And when you finally wake up from your lie after so many years of living a sham, the only thing you're going to get from me is an I told you so.”

your gaze dodges her and your back peels away from the door , leaving the way clear for her to leave the bathroom “and I really would have liked it to be you. Shit, I really do, but if I have to beg you to stay I guess you don't love me enough, and I just want someone who feels the same way I do” her fingers moved closer to yours, trying to caress them, the distance was so deep even though the centimeters were ridiculously short ”I wouldn't care what they say about us, loving you is never going to be something shameful, I never saw it that way. I never felt it that way, I wish you would understand that and stop being afraid. But I can't force you to feel more love than you do.”

The only thing that sounded after that was the door being closed. The feeling of anguish that dwells in your chest feels so heavy that it drags you down to the cold bathroom floor. You hug your legs trying to protect yourself from your own guilt screaming at you from the mirror. Even though you know your shadow's speech by heart, at the end of the day it is yours. And even if you try to hide it's still there, telling you that you will never be happy if you deny yourself what you really love. Why do you need control? You keep telling yourself that it's natural to be with him when you know it's unnatural to force yourself to touch his face when your heart doesn't want to. And the most real you ever felt in life was with her. It makes you sick to know that you have to go home to him and have to put up with the lack of love you feel, or don't feel. So you get up from the bathroom, and when you see yourself in the mirror, the only thing you think is that you want to know yourself again, and you know who knows you well enough to remind you of who you are.

In a hurried step you opened the door and looked for her through the crowd, not finding her silhouette you left the house, ignoring the calls of your friends and Frank. Her car was in sight, you would recognize it anywhere since on starry nights we drove around in it listening to music. The lights came on, indicating that she was inside, about to leave, and you rushed over, opening the passenger door, without permission, and sat down. “What are you doing? You really have a problem with opening doors unexpectedly” she scowled at you.

“I'm an idiot. And you're right, everything you said to me in the bathroom, you're right. But you were wrong about one thing” you swallowed nervously looking into her eyes with sincerity ”I love you as much as you love me. And yes, fear paralyzed me, the lack of control over my feelings made me make a stupid and senseless decision. I overflowed with love, I really did. And not being able to hold that back and put it in its place I ran away. This is not a justification, nor is it an excuse. I'm just telling you the truth, I want to be me again, and I was never more myself than when I'm with you. I don't want to be afraid of love. I don't want to walk away from you.”

"Then don't do it" her hand rested on your leg, caressing it with her thumb "let me remind you who you are" her hands unbuckled her car seatbelt and she approached me, resting her forehead on mine "let me love you like he could never do" and without saying anything, you kissed her like you never did before. Without fear.

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I guess she told you so!

[onlyhereforbylerlol]

ok so this might be a veryy controversial post but when I see melvik things or like stuff about them being best friends I'm just like: what?

HERES WHY!

In the show, they seem to have such distaste for each other 😭 like in the scene where mel is asking them to make hextech weapons, Viktor said something to her but she literally side eyed and ignored him, before going right back to talking over his head to Jayce like Viktor is not also a part of hextech, or as if he wasn't even there to begin with. After that, he obviously makes a face and seems annoyed with her bc she was just being rude to him for no reason? She then says to Jayce "the choice is yours" or something along those lines, looks at Viktor, and leaves the room. It's almost like she had to make it crystal clear that she was leaving him out and not talking to him. And it wasn't like she was saying that the choice was also his bc she looked at him after she said that and I'm pretty sure he wasn't looking. I mean I don't really think they've had one good interaction or really any at all 😭 I mean sure, a few here and there but they never seemed very friendly or nice. And in the scene where viktors in the web-hextech thing, and she's like "he'll come back to us" I don't think she's necessarily sad about him or anything, she just wants to be there for jayce. Not that she wouldn't care if he died, but she would probably only be super upset bc of jayce.

I also don't hate mel at all! I think she's a lovely character, I just think she was a little rude in the hextech weapon scene!

Idk. That's just my opinion! You are free to comment your opinion and add whatever you want but don't be rude about it bc I feel as if I was pretty respectful with this post! Nonetheless, you are allowed to feel however you want about this and ship whoever you want but I just wanted to see what other people think bc I think about this often. I do feel like they might see each other around and not hate each other's guts but I don't think they would become anything more than business partners or acquaintances that hang out occasionally in group settings because of their respective relationships with Jayce 🤷🏽‍♀️

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington stepped out of his car and onto the campus, the weight of his dad's expectations settling heavy on his shoulders. His dad's connections had landed him a spot at this prestigious college, but the reminder came with a warning .”Your actions reflect badly on the family, so you better behave, or you won't have a cent of my money.

As he lugged his suitcases toward the dorm, Steve's eyes scanned the crowd of students milling about in the halls. That's when he saw him Billy Hargrove, the last person Steve had expected to run into here.

Bill was standing next door, flirting with some girl who twirled her hair and pushed out her chest. Billy seemed to notice Steve and smirked. "Well, well, well, look who it is king Steve ."steve rolled his eyes. "Billy," he said, his tone neutral.

Billy raised an eyebrow. "What did Daddy pay for you to be here?"

Steve remained silent.

Billy smirked. "Figures."

Steve shrugged. "Yeah, well, I'm surprised you're here, Billy."

Billy's expression turned smug. "Yeah, well, I didn't need Daddy's money. I got a scholarship."

“What ever,” Steve said dismissively and as he’s about to open the door he stoped by Billy’s voice. “I’m dorm room advisor so you should expect to see a lot of me. His tone almost mocking. It reminded him a lot of when they were in high school.

Steve trudged to his room, dropping his bags on the floor. He couldn't believe Billy was the dorm advisor.

That night, Steve headed to the payphones to call Robin. As soon as she picked up, she bombarded him with questions. "Oh my god, Steve, you have to tell me everything! How's college?"

Steve filled her in on the details, leaving out his encounter with Billy. But Robin knew him too well.

"What's wrong, Steve?" she asked, her tone concerned.

Steve hesitated. "Nothing, Robin."

"Don't lie to me, Steve. I can hear it in your voice."

Just as Steve was about to open up, Billy walked into the payphone area, snatched the phone from Steve's hands, and hung up.

"Seriously?" Steve asked, annoyed.

Billy blew a bubble with his gum and popped it in Steve's face. "Phone's done for the night."

Steve scowled. "It's eight o'clock."

Billy shrugged. "Rules are rules, Harrington."

Steve's face twisted in annoyance. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Billy chuckled. "You have no idea." With that, Billy turned and walked away, leaving Steve seething with frustration. Steve trudged back to his room, his mind racing with thoughts of Billy and how he was already making Steve's life difficult.

Steve that night slept peacefully , only to be startled awake by a loud noise. He put on the light besides him to find a young man who he assumes is his missing roommate, Ryan, standing amidst scattered suitcases.

"Oh, hey, you must be my roommate," Ryan said, lifting his glasses from his nose.

Steve was silent, trying to process his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, I was told I was getting a roommate," Steve said sleepily.

"Yeah, sorry about the noise. My bus ran late, then I got lost, and I'm totally rambling , aren't I?" Ryan asked.

Steve couldn't help but laugh and replied “No you’re good,” Ryan reminded him a lot of Robin.

As they talked, Steve learned that Ryan was from Ohio, had never been this far from home, and had a bunch of sisters and was saying it must be sad being the only child and Steve couldn’t help but think he was right, he would of liked to have a sibling being alone in that house all the time. He was grateful he had Dustin.

Just as they were getting comfortable, a knock at the door interrupted them. Ryan opened it to reveal Billy.

"Lights out, ladies," Billy said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

When the door closed. Ryan raised an eyebrow. Looking back at Steve "What's his deal?" he asked Steve.

Steve shrugged. "He's had it out for me since high school. He's an asshole."

But Ryan just chuckled. "Oh, don't worry about him. I'm sure he's just a big softie on the inside."

The next morning, Steve returned to his room, but was stopped by Billy's voice.

"Did you and Four Eyes have a nice bitch sesh about me?" Billy sneered.

Steve scoffed. "You seem to be really focused on me. Not enough girls giving you attention?"

Billy smirked. "Oh, I got plenty of bitches getting me attention. Don't you worry, Harrington."

Just then, a girl appeared outside Billy's door. "Are you coming back in?" she asked.

"Just go back in, Lisa. I'll be there in a minute," Billy replied.

"It's Sarah," she corrected, raising an eyebrow.

Steve rolled his eyes. "You have fun," he said, walking into his room.

Billy's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, turning to follow Sarah back into his room.

As the days went by, Steve and Billy continued to clash. It seemed like no matter what Steve did, Billy was hell bent on finding fault. Steve couldn't catch a break from this guy, and it was starting to get under his skin.

One night, Steve found himself at a college frat party, surrounded by people he barely knew. Billy was there too, drinking with his friends. Every so often, Billy would glance over at Steve, a smirk on his face. Steve tried to avoid him, but it was hard to ignore the tension between them.

This wasn't really Steve's scene, but a couple of guys he'd met in class were throwing the party, and he'd tagged along. Steve was getting a bit tipsy, and the guys kept giving him shots. Billy's friends were boasting about his beer pong skills, claiming he was a champion.

Steve, feeling bold, stumbled over to Billy and challenged him to a game. Billy laughed and accepted, his friends warning Steve that Billy was really, really good. Steve just slurred, "No, I'm gonna win. I'm gonna do this."

To everyone's surprise, Steve actually won the game. The crowd cheered, and Steve exclaimed, "Ha! I won!" right in Billy's face.

But instead of being angry, Billy looked impressed. "Not bad, Harrington," he said, a hint of a smile on his face.

As the night wore on, Steve and Billy found themselves stumbling upstairs together, both of them drunk. The tension between them was still there, but it was different now. It was like they'd reached a tentative truce, or maybe something more.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Billy turned to Steve and said, "You know, Harrington, you're not as boring as I thought you'd be."

Steve just laughed and replied, "Thanks, I think."

And with that, they stumbled into Billy's room, the door closing behind them with a soft click Billy's lips crashed into Steve's, rough and insistent. Steve's eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, he felt himself kissing back. Their lips mashed together, the pressure almost painful. One of them bit too hard, and Steve tasted the coppery tang of blood.

They tore at each other's clothes, laughing and stumbling in their tipsy haze. Anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a fierce, primal desire. Steve's shirt ripped down the middle, and Billy's jeans slid to the floor with a clatter.

As they fell onto the bed, Steve felt a rush of excitement mixed with a little fear. What were they doing? But Billy's hands and lips were everywhere, and Steve couldn't think anymore. All he could do was feel.

Steve groggily opened his eyes, his head pounding in sync with his racing heart. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling and a wave of nausea washed over him. As he slowly sat up, he realized he was naked. of the previous night came flooding back, and Steve's eyes widened in shock. Billy. The kissing. The...everything.

"No, no, no," Steve muttered to himself, trying to shake off the memories. "I'm straight. Billy's straight. We can't stand each other." But as he tried to convince himself, his mind betrayed him. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being alive that night, of being wanted by someone he thought he despised.

Steve's thoughts drifted back to their high school days, when Billy would smirk and wink at him, taunting him with every glance. Steve had told himself he hated Billy, but now he realized that his anger had been a thin veil for his attraction. He had been so drawn to Billy's confidence, his charm, and his infuriating smile.

Steve's face burned with embarrassment and confusion. What did it all mean? And why couldn't he stop thinking about Billy?

Steve stepped out of the room, his torn shirt clinging to his chest. He was scared shitless people were going to get a sight of Steve and know what he did with billy last night. But as he walked out into the living room he was greeted by the sight of guys passed out everywhere. He breathed a sigh of relief, thanking his luck that his sight had had gone unnoticed.

He made his way to his dorm room, wincing with each step. His head was pounding, and his mouth felt dry. As he opened the door, his roommate looked up from his bag packing.

"Seems you got lucky tonight," his roommate said with a smirk.

Steve nodded, his voice rough. "Yeah, I guess I did."

His roommate raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?" He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a pill, which he dropped into Steve's hand. "Tylenol."

Steve looked at the pill, then back at his roommate, who was now holding out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. "Thanks," Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His roommate nodded. "I gotta go. Hope you feel better, man."

Steve hummed, took the pill, and washed it down with a swig of water. As his roommate left, Steve collapsed onto his bed, letting out a deep sigh.

Steve's eyes widened in horror as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His neck was covered in huge hickeys, looking like he'd been attacked by an animal. Shit," he muttered, grabbing a scarf to cover his neck. He knew it would look suspicious, but he didn't want people to see the state of his neck.

As he walked to class, he spotted Tony, his friend from the party.

Tony let out a low whistle. "Shit, Steve, she must've liked it rough, huh?"

Steve's face turned bright red as he quickly glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "Shut up, Tony," he hissed, trying to play it cool.

But Tony just chuckled. "Dude, I'm just saying. You look like you've been through a war."

Steve's eyes narrowed. "It's not what you think, okay?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then what's with the scarf and the...ahem... 'battle scars'?"

Steve's face grew even hotter as he realized Tony was staring at the hickeys peeking out from under the scarf.

"Just drop it, Tony," Steve said, trying to brush it off.

But Tony just grinned. "Sure thing, Steve. But you're not fooling anyone with that scarf."

Steve sighed, knowing he had to come up with a better cover story. But for now, he just shook his head and continued to class, hoping to avoid any more awkward encounters.

After class, Steve walked upstairs passing the a common room spotting Billy with a cigarette dangling from his lip chatting with his friends. Steve's eyes locked onto Billy's neck, and his heart skipped a beat. The hickeys were unmistakable and they matched the ones on Steve's own neck. Billy was bragging to his friends with a tale of the girl he'd supposedly slept with, bragging about her huge tits. The guys were eating it up, but Steve knew the truth.

As their eyes met, Steve thought he saw a flicker of something nervousness, maybe? in Billy's gaze. But it was quickly replaced by his usual smirk.

Steve turned and walked into his room, his mind reeling. There was a knock a second later steve opened it to reveal billy Steve raised an eyebrow, surprised by Billy's nervous demeanor. "What's up, Billy?" Steve asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Billy's eyes darted around the room before focusing on Steve's face. "Can I come in?" Billy asked, his voice low and uncertain.

Steve nods, but figures he should say something before billy tries to threaten to kick his ass if her says something.

"Listen, Billy," Steve started, but Billy cut him off.

"Movie. Tonight."

Steve’s taken a back. “What?”

"There's a new movie out with the guys with horses or some.

"You mean young guns,” ?" Steve questioned.

Billy nodded. "Yeah. I'll pick you up when curfew ends."

Steve's confusion deepened. "You want to go see that with me?"

Billy's eyes flashed with impatience. "Christ, Harrington. Yes or no?"

Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'll go with you."

Billy nodded curtly and turned to leave, leaving Steve staring after him in bewilderment.

That night, Billy waited by the door, his hands tucked into his pockets. Steve couldn't help but notice how nice he looked, his hair perfectly messy, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. And he smelled amazing, too a subtle mix of cologne and something else, something uniquely Billy.

They drove to the movie theater in silence, the tension between them palpable. As they bought their tickets and settled in with popcorn and soda, Steve couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a friendly outing. He wondered if it was a date, but he didn't dare ask, fearing embarrassment if he was wrong.

But as the movie played on, Billy kept glancing at him, their eyes meeting in the dark. Steve's heart skipped a beat each time, his mind consumed by Billy's proximity, his smell, his warmth. When they both reached for the popcorn at the same time, Steve's breath caught in his throat. Billy looked around nervously, then took Steve's hand in his.

The rest of the movie was a blur. Steve had no idea what it was about, couldn't recall a single scene. All he knew was the feel of Billy's hand in his, the thrill of their secret

As the weeks went by, Steve and Billy's relationship deepened. They slept together, attended parties together, shared midnight cigarettes together and hung out with Billy's friends. To the outside world, they were the epitome of best friends. Every one knew if you invited billy somewhere Steve would be with him and vice versa.

Girls would often try to catch Billy's eye, but his attention always seemed to drift back to Steve when he would talk to girls Yet, Billy continued to see other girls, leaving Steve confused and uncertain. Were they together or not? It felt like a mind fuck to him.

One day, Steve confronted Billy, asking if they were in a relationship. Billy sighed, his expression unreadable . "We're just having fun, right?" he asked.

Steve's anger flared. At that how dare he thought. That night, at a party, he slept with a girl from class. Billy's face darkened with outrage when he found out.

The argument that followed was intense. Steve felt like Billy was stringing him along, and if Billy was going to sleep around, Steve would do the same. The hurt and anger between them was palpable, and it seemed their fragile relationship or whatever they had was on the verge of shattering.

One night Steve and Billy decided to walk into the bar, the sounds of laughter and drunk college kids . Billy slapped Steve on the back. "I'll be back, I gotta take a piss." He handed Steve some money. "Get us a couple beers."

Steve nodded and made his way to the bar, sliding onto a stool. "Two beers, please," he said to the bartender who looked like she would rather be else where

As he waited for their drinks, a brunette with a bright smile sat down beside him, twirling the straw in her drink. "You by yourself?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

Steve hesitated, thinking back to Billy's comment "We're just having fun, aren't we?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I am."

The bartender handed Steve their beers, and the girl asked, "Can I have one?" Steve handed her a beer, and they chatted for a few minutes.

Billy returned from the bathroom, his eyes scanning the bar until they landed on Steve. Steve was kissing the girl's neck, and he looked up, winking at Billy.

Billy's face darkened, and he laughed angrily, muttering under his breath. "Oh, that's what we're doing."

Steve didn't notice Billy's anger, too caught up in the moment. But when he saw Billy disappear into the bathroom with a waitress, his fury ignited. "That son of a bitch," he growled.

He turned to the girl, his voice tight. "Excuse me."

"Hey, where you going?" she asked, confusion etched on her face.

Steve didn't answer, storming into the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest.

Steve stormed into the bathroom, the sounds of moaning and laughter hitting him like a punch to the gut. Billy's voice was low and husky, "Oh yeah, you like that?" The girl's moans were high-pitched and forced.

Steve's anger boiled over, and he ripped open the stall door. The girl shrieked, "What the hell?" as Steve yelled at her, "Get lost!" She quickly gathered her clothes, shooting Steve a dirty look. "Freak!" she spat, slamming the door behind her.

Billy just laughed, "Jealous, huh?" But Steve grabbed his jaw, kissing him aggressively, biting his lip on purpose. Billy moaned, his eyes flashing with desire.

"You're mine," Steve growled, his hands tearing at Billy's pants. Billy's eyes locked onto Steve's, his voice barely above a whisper. "All yours."

As they climaxed, Billy's hands tangled in Steve's hair, pulling hard. "No one can have you, Stevie, I’m yours and you are mine no one can take you away. he growled.“ If I see you with someone else, I'll kill you."

Steve moaned, his body shuddering with pleasure. "I'll do the same, I swear to God."

That night, Steve and Billy returned to their dorm, their newfound exclusivity. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, their passion igniting whenever they were together.

Billy had made sure they'd never be apart, arranging for his roommate to move in with Steve's. "I don't want to be separated from you ever again," Billy confessed.

Steve agreed, and they settled into a comfortable routine. Steve was happier than he'd ever been, deeply in love with Billy. He yearned to confess his feelings, but fear of ruining their relationship held him back.

However, Steve sensed Billy felt the same way. The way Billy gazed at him, his eyes filled with adoration, spoke volumes. Billy even become more affectionate.

Just as things were falling into place, Steve received a call from his father. The dean was threatening to fail Steve's classes, and his father warned him to get his act together.

Billy noticed Steve's distress and offered to help. "I'll tutor you, and we'll get your grades back on track," he promised.

True to his word, Billy proved to be a patient and dedicated tutor. Unlike previous tutors, Billy didn't make Steve feel stupid or frustrated. Instead, he encouraged Steve, explaining things easier for him.

As they studied together, Steve felt his confidence growing. With Billy by his side, he knew he could overcome any obstacle.

When steve got his grades back Steve sprinted up the stairs, excitement coursing through his veins as he thought about sharing the news of passing his exams with Billy. However, his happiness was short lived. As he approached their door, he was halted by the sound of arguing.

An older man's voice, slurred from intoxication, echoed through the door. "What, you think you're a big shot now that you're in college? You think you're something. Well, let me tell you something..." The voice grew louder, more menacing. "You're nothing, and you'll always be nothing."

Steve's heart sank as he heard a muffled response, which he assumed was Billy. Then, a smack and a shuffling sound followed. Without hesitation, Steve burst through the door.

The scene before him was chaotic. Billy lay on the ground, blood streaming from his face, while his father loomed over him, fists clenched. Steve's eyes locked onto the man, and with a surge of adrenaline, he shoved him as hard as he could, trying to separate him from Billy.

However, the man turned on Steve, head butting him with a sickening crunch. Steve felt a wave of pain wash over him as the man's fists began to rain down on him.

Steve's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a hospital room. Billy's face, etched with worry, hovered above him. Billy's eyes were red rimmed, and his face was bandaged.

"Steve, oh my god, I'm so sorry, baby," Billy whispered, his voice trembling.

Steve groggily sat up, trying to process what had happened. His voice was hoarse. "Billy...what happened?"

Billy's voice cracked. "My asshole dad...he showed up demanding money. Ever since we lost the house with him gambling , he's been demanding money. I don't have any...I don't know why he keeps harassing me."

Steve reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Billy's face. "I'm so sorry, Billy."

Billy's eyes flashed with anger. "Why are you sorry? It's my fault. I should have met him where he told me to meet him. God, I hate him...I want him dead!" His voice grew louder, his fists clenched.

Steve's heart went out to Billy. "It's not your fault," he began, but Billy cut him off.

"Steve, please...don't," Billy snapped, his eyes welling up with tears.

Steve nodded, understanding Billy's pain. He wrapped his arms around Billy, holding him close. Billy held back, his lips brushing against Steve's head. "You shouldn't have intervened," he whispered, his voice trembling. "He could have killed you. You should have left me."

Steve's grip on Billy's hand tightened. "I couldn't just stand by and let him beat you up," he protested. "I...I love you," he admitted, his heart pounding.

Billy's face went white. "No, man, you can't love me," he said, his voice shaking. "Take it back."

Steve's heart ached, but he stood firm. "I do, Billy," he said, his voice unwavering. "I can't help it."

The argument escalated, with Billy's voice growing louder and more desperate. Steve tried to reason with him, but Billy's words became more and more hurtful.

Finally, Billy stormed out of the hospital, leaving Steve feeling hopeless and worried.

I was actually trying to write a prompt and it sorta just became this fanfic kind of. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it. If you guys like it maybe I’ll polish it up and continue. Also I didn’t purposefully try to make them toxic when I was writing it just sort of happened.

[princess-charlie-of-hell]

honestly the show should have gotten charlie to put her foot down and tell her dad that he can't permanently stay in the hotel because 1. He's literally the king of hell, any potential residents might be scared shitless of his presence and drive them away, 2. Again, he's the king of Hell, he has a job to do, running Hell, that he didn't do correctly cause he's been stuck making rubber duckies. I know he's in a state of depression due to Lilith's absence and it's reasonable that he's not in the right place but it's not an excuse to ignore his duty to fuck around the hotel and make his daughter, who he neglected for a long time, uncomfortable. He's a grown adult, I'm not gonna baby him because of his condition (unlike the majority of the fandom cuz he's their poor sad uwu baby 😒) and neither should Charlie. Forgiveness doesn't happen overnight, if Lucifer wants to do right for Charlie, then he should get off his sorry ass, take responsibility by being an actual king and help Charlie in any way he can while giving her the space she needs.

Hardly agree, I don't think that Lucifer living in the there is neither good for the hotel or his relationship with Charlie

Like you already he said he could scare potentially residents away and I think people there could be uncomfortable with having the literally highest ranked person living there, like image being an ordinary person and the king of England is living in the same hotel as you

Also Lucifer and Charlie barely had contact for 7 years and then suddenly living together again? Like the hotel is huge but it is still a huge change living in the same building as your parents. I have a good relationship with my parents and still live home with them but i image after not living together with them for years and then suddenly moving back together would definitely cause some problems

Was there even a conversation between them where the two talked about how it would be when Lucifer lives there or did he decided it by himself to move there and didn't even ask her? We didn't saw anything in the show, so i could image both happening

How he handled his duties in the 7 years is something i ask myself, I don't image that he took care of them in himself so did he told someone to do it for him? We see in Helluva boss that Satan took practically over as the boss in court but i don't think he took any other Tasks from Lucifer at least nothing we know about. And we know that Satan uses his absent to tell lies, like that he ruled before Lucifer so that kind of backfired

Like the other sins probably rule their specific rings themselves without Lucifer, i can also image that before Liliths disappearances she ruled over pride ring with Lucifer and took care of the sinners there as we see that Lucifer didn't really seem to care about them

I personally believe that the ars goetias and Overlords also have a huge influence in pride. I personally headcanon that Paimon took over many of Lucifer's tasks as in the mythology he was describing as his most loyal servant (off topic but why isn't there more fanart of Paimon x Lucifers this is the real old man yaoi and not RA) and is the only "King" from the goetias we see in hellaverse

That with babying of Lucifer is something i agree especially that in my opinion Charlie forgave him too fast but that probably was because of the fast pacing of the show. But i don't really want to criticized him too much because of his depressions because i am not an expert in it and don't want to say anything wrong. One thing which annoys me is just when people use the excuse that he is too hurt because of Lilith disappearance and there for completely blameless for his bad relationship with Charlie and blame anything on her and ignore the fact that She was Charlie's mother and Charlie is hurt too

But in the end i don't think that it is going to be a problem in the show, simple because the writers won't probably make it one. Like i think they want Lucifer too bad to be part of the main cast and will ignore the theoretically problems which he could bring with him. Why focusing on the female characters of the main cast who didn't had much spotlight in the first season, just let us add a new male one who will steal the spotlight from them anyway especially his daughter, remember Charlie? The actually protagonist of the show!

Like we will have 3 woman in the main cast (Charlie, Vaggie and Nifty) and 6 men (Alastor, Angel dust, Husk, Lucifer Baxter and Sir pentious). It are double so many man than women there. At least i think it was said that Baxter probably will take over Sir pentious place in the hotel and that pentious background how he ended up in hell will be showed. Remember when people said that helluva boss is a male lead show and Hazbin hotel a female lead one?

[ashes-writing-corner]

So I try to make each chapter longer than the last but...sadly I failed with this one. It's a relatively short one but I hope you guys like it ^^

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Exile: A Nosferatu Fanfic

Chapter 4

You were my town, now I'm in exile seeing you out…

For the first time ever in either of his lifetimes, Count Orlok was out in the snow, rolling a middle snowball to make the body of the snowman. He looked, and honestly felt just as, ridiculous. The wolfhounds helped when they could, but spent the time either watching the pair or chasing each other around the courtyard. Ellen looked over at him and chuckled.

“Not a word, Ellen…” he growled a little.

She couldn’t stifle a laugh. “Oh for goodness sake, you act like I’m doing something tortuous to you…It’s supposed to be fun and you look so…annoyed”.

“This is ridiculous…” the count rolled his eyes, “Is this big enough?”

Ellen came over and examined the ball he was rolling. “I think so. We could probably mold-Oh goodness you can’t be serious”.

He had already used magic to mold the middle ball on to the first, fitting it quite easily. Orlok raised a brow at her disapproval. “What? I literally just-”.

“Magic isn’t the solution to everything” Ellen argued.

Orlok scoffed. “It is in my world…”.

“Yes, and look how well that worked out for you”.

The count narrowed his eyes at her at that. “Watch yourself, micul suflet”.

Ellen shook her head. “You just wanted an easy way out of this, didn’t you?”

“Maybe. Your words not mine”.

“Are you really that miserable doing this? It’s just a snowman” she looked at him, feeling a bit disappointed.

“Why is this so upsetting to you?” he cocked his head, genuinely confused as to why she wasn’t happy with him using magic.

“It just…defeats the purpose I guess. I just wanted to…spend an afternoon making a snowman or two” Ellen sighed.

Her explanation did little to ease the count’s confusion. She had never been against him using magic for simple little things before. This seemed like such a trivial thing to be upset over. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“You’re being ridiculous, little one. You’ve taken issue with me using it before”.

“That was for…other reasons” she shuddered as a few memories came to mind…

“Less ridiculous than snow people”.

Ellen sighed. “I just wanted one, ONE peaceful afternoon…Everything just has to be a fight with you and I don’t understand why. And it’s not just now. You’ve always been so…confrontational. About everything. Even if you didn’t have a right to be-”.

A growl cut her off. His of course. “You forget, little one. You have always been mine. Always! That was our agreement! I had every right to be furious knowing you went off and married that useless, childish-”.

“Because you abandoned me! You left me first! You stopped coming when I’d call for you!” Ellen’s voice was more emotional than she intended it to be.

She never wanted to admit it, even to herself, that she had missed him. That something in her felt genuinely broken when he stopped coming to her. Ellen despised that she felt that way, that it was the Demon that made her feel that way. She felt her eyes water, from both anger and sadness. How could he still be so cruel, after what they went through together? After what she did for him? After all they were to each other…

Orlok didn’t respond, just glared down at her. His dark eyes were alight with an all too familiar fury. He didn’t know why he felt so angry once more. It was always anger that got the better of him. Like his shadow haunted those he preyed upon, his rage haunted him. It always had…

“I had my reasons…” he turned away from her.

“And what reasons were those? What did I do that was so wrong-”.

“IT WASN’T YOU!” Orlok roared and shot his long clawed hand out, melting the half done snowman.

Ellen sobbed and looked down. Just one peaceful afternoon was all she wanted. Nothing else. He didn’t need to join her. He could’ve just left her and Furie alone.

“Must you destroy everything you touch?” Ellen sniffed.

He didn’t answer right away. “It is my nature to do so. In the end…I even destroyed you”.

Ellen shook her head. “I chose…I chose you”.

“And perhaps you chose wrong” He shook his head and looked over at the wolfhounds, “Întristare, Durere, Furie! Vino!”

The first two obeyed their master's command but Furie, sweet loveable Furie, padded over to Ellen and stayed at her side. He growled deeply at Orlok, who raised a brow.

“Furie! Acum!” He commanded but the wolfhound growled and barked.

He would not move. He would not leave her out here alone. Ellen's eyes watered a little more as she looked at the sweet, protective hound. He was indeed very poorly named. She hugged him around his neck tightly.

“Thank you, sweet one. Thank you-” she started.

“Treacherous dog!” Orlok snarled but Ellen glared.

“Leave him alone! It's me you're angry with, not him! Do as you must but I will not let you harm these dogs!”

The count turned away and stormed back inside in a fury. He knew he let his anger again get the better of him. There wasn't an excuse for it but pride would not allow him to admit he was the one in the wrong.

Ellen hugged Furie around his soft, warm, fluffy neck, crying softly. What in the world did she ever do to deserve this? Any of this? In the beginning all she had wanted was a friend, a companion. But now she was in, what she thought anyway, was a literal frozen hell with a monster she abhorred and who, seemingly, abhorred her. They were stuck together, all because of a covenant that shouldn’t have meant anything anymore. Ellen pulled away from Furie to pet his head.

“Good boy…you’re such a good boy. Thank you” she told him, managing a soft smile despite what just happened.

Furie wagged his tail, whined and licked her hand softly. Ellen sniffed and looked over at the spot where the destroyed snowman was.

“We may have to make another at some point…It’ll be okay. Let’s just…stay out here a little while. I don’t want to go back in while he’s angry like that. It scares me and I don’t want you getting hurt either” Ellen stood, brushing the snow off her dress, “Perhaps you can show me around. There’s still so much to see here”.

Furie barked and wagged his tail once more, eager to show her around. There was still much she needed to see, to know. This was her home too. It was always meant to be her home…

Orlok lost count of how many times he burned that damn bouquet at this point, but it was far from enough to satiate his fury. Why was it always anger? Why was it always this deep maw of anger that consumed what was left of his heart, what little was left? His clawed hands trembled when he looked at them, anger slowly giving away to a sad numbness. He had no more tears to shed, no more hurt to feel.

So why did his anger persist? Of all things, of all emotions…

Death was supposed to be peaceful. It was supposed to be eternal rest. But why was it only giving him more anger, more sadness, more…grief than anything else? This wasn’t at all what he had hoped for. He didn’t want to be this anymore. He didn’t need blood anymore. The sun no longer harmed him. But yet a loathsome beast he still remained…

Durere came back to the master’s chamber holding something in his jaws, softly so as not to damage it. It was a little soft stuffed bear, handmade a very, very long time ago. Age had seen its fur taken off, leaving behind just a dusty skin. But even so, the wolfhound knew it meant something to his master. He whined, placing the small thing at his master’s feet.

The count peered down at the small, seemingly insignificant thing. A little toy, nothing more. And yet…

He picked it up in his clawed hand and looked at it for a moment, his mind daring to go back to a once happier time. He could hear her voice again, instructing him on how to make it. Orlok remembered having needle pricks for weeks after making so many…And he had done it without magic at her insistence.

But it was the reason they had made such small things that made that small piece of his heart ache in a way that was all too familiar. Orlok clenched his fist around the tiny bear and pressed it to his chest, sorrow threatening to drown him like the very waters of Chaos he sought to avoid...

No.

No!

He was not entitled to mourn, entitled to grief. He didn’t deserve to. Didn’t deserve to heal. Didn’t deserve to move on. He hadn’t earned the right to let go…and from the looks of things he never would…

Still though, he couldn’t hold back the slightest little sob, though no tears fell from his moonlit eyes. He was a monster and monsters didn’t cry.

Monsters did not love.

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Perfect 10 Liners time! Ok, Yotha, you got some crow to eat, be good to our boy.

Oh, Yotha's meter is full on broken.

Which does fit with how he is with Gun, he feels a pull, but doesn't know how to really handle it. And his kisses up to this point have felt very "do behavior A to get response B" rather than any actual desire.

Obligatory beach splashing time! Pretty sure it's law by now.

Ha, of course Fai has been leaving the door unlocked on purpose. That's a good man, because if I had people snuggling in the bed next to me every night, I would be hella annoyed.

I love that we are getting to see more Fai and Wine interactions ahead of their romance!

Part of why I didn't immediately warm to Faifa was the intensity of how he came after Wine, but now I want to go back and rewatch with the recontextualization of the new scenes. It's getting sweeter by the second.

Lol, I would so be Wine here, just like "aaaah, cute older guy is talking to me, brain no longer functioning".

Oh, they are sparking so beautifully!

I love that we get Tay just randomly popping in on occasion to be the wise sage of the group.

I'm assuming his move to Nan is going to be relevant to the FaiWine story. New location for frolics?

My theory about Arm getting drunk in every episode for the entertainment of the writers is holding up.

Oh, that is so pretty.

Now I want to be at the beach.

Oh good, we're talking about the kiss.

All that and Yotha still didn't say, "I kissed him to confirm I don't feel anything anymore"? Dude, that's the most essential piece.

Hmm, this doesn't feel super romantic to me? Maybe because I've seen what waiting around for someone can be like in real life, and most of the time it sucks.

Like I get that Gun is a very sweet, loving, kind man, but I need him to be more selfish.

Yes, perfect!

Hold those boundaries baby. He doesn't get everything when he wants you to wait.

Hmm, also with the bracelet - it just feels like Yotha wants them to be boyfriends without calling it boyfriends.

Again, not mad about any of this stuff, it all fits their characters, but it just doesn't feel romantic to me.

Ha, love the friend interactions, as always.

Wow, Yotha really be walking through the halls in those pajamas, that is an impressive level of dedication.

Gah, I just - of course Gun would be sad! I feel like there's still a lack of real honest communication here.

Fai is a whole mood, I am 100% on your side bro.

Aww, Fai getting all the birthday love is cute. And deserved!

Oh for crying out loud, Yotha, you are so in love!

Seriously, all the brothers need some therapy. Please, someone just mention the word.

Lol, Gun is not fooling his mother in the least.

Yotha doesn't want to do what Wa did, but he's still setting Gun up for hurt all the same. Not being willing to call him your boyfriend or call it love doesn't change the reality, and it would hurt just as much for things to end.

Goddamit Yotha! I was giving you grace last week, but you are straight up ticking me off now.

I know we just did this plotline with ArcArm, but I need some hottie to come flirt with Gun. Boy needs to feel desired.

This is such a sweet friend group.

I love when we get to see men taking care of one another.

Oh Fai. Always sacrificing himself.

Gun deserves so much better than this.

I mean, yes, Yotha is not wrong to say he needs time, but the hot and cold is what's super hurtful. One minute he's playing boyfriends, then he can't even smile at Gun. He's so hung up on some projection of what love is supposed to be, rather than paying attention to all the ways he genuinely does love Gun.

Yotha, you are making me want this to happen for Gun.

It's not that I don't feel for Yotha, or his struggles. I think I've just seen too many real life friends being hurt by a partner who knows they have issues, but refuses to get help or work through them in order to stop causing their partner pain. And it's really shitty.

Yes, Gun! He can take his time, but you also get to set boundaries.

Waaah, stop making my AouBoom smokers.

God I love my boys.

They are very clearly "we may be side characters in this show, but we're still gonna prove why we're the number one in physical intimacy at GMMTV".

Goddamn, Aou, how much have you been working out?!

Lifting someone your own size is freaking hard!

Ok, can our BL boys just stop ever crossing the street?

They are a very pretty couple.

Hmm, this was an interesting one. I think Yotha is just bumping up against reality a little too much for me here, which is not the fault of the show.

But at least it looks like next week Yotha may finally get his shit together!

[seonghwasblr]

No internship to me after all

[teaboot]

tranny freak :)

[bumblingbabooshka]

The worst trope in the universe is when someone accuses character A, who is part of a real or fantasy or coded minority, of doing something bad and everyone's like "That's just your prejudice against [real or fantasy minority]!" and it turns out character A actually did do that bad thing and everyone else was stupid for not believing they did that bad thing.

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

it occurs to me that jamie's conversation with ted at the pub in 2x02 might be the first time he talks about his dad with someone who already knows that james is abusive (with the possible exception of georgie). which means that the first time he hears an outside perspective on the situation, it's ted telling him that his dad's abuse is what made him great

[baphometsss]

if i see one more post about how solas/mythal/elgar'nan had a weird love triangle thing going on i'm gonna scream

[capn-twitchery]

sorry i've been quiet my body has been spending these months grace larping (depression bad, anxiety bad, i am cold, joints hurt, -100 social buff that makes talking to people feel impossible, yearning for some weird pirate whimsy to come back & bring me a little joy)

[hyacinth42-blog]

“You know, if you break up with Sveta, meet a gorgeous girl and break Sveta’s heart again, I’m obligated to throw you into the center of the Atlantic Ocean.”

....What does this mean Vicky? He's not allowed to date anyone pretty ever again???

[elizabeth-mitchells]

idk guys i'm feeling pretty discouraged about writing fic lately :/

[hanzajesthanza]

this looks like a long time but initially it said 1 MONTH 15 days

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

So, how does one maintain their joy of talking about fanfic plots/OCs with others, without going overboard, becoming unhinged, and unleashing a constant stream of consciousness about said plots/OCs that seemingly never has an end in sight, thus overwhelming the recipient of these discussions, even if they're too kind to state that they're overwhelmed outright?

Alternatively, how does one stop internalizing that they are, and always have been 'too much', 'annoying', and 'over the top', and actively silencing themselves/making themselves smaller, based on perceived moments where the recipient of the above conversations isn't responding as excitedly as they usually do, and thus must be tired of/annoyed by one's constant rambles?

Asking for a friend (it's me, I'm friend).