#excuse any mistakes in grammar or spelling I'm on my phone

[cowboymeemaw]

describe an act of humane slaughter. describe a way that you can slaughter a living creature without causing distress or pain. do it. i believe in you. everyone insists it is possible, but it always comes wrapped up in euphemisms. describe the process of slaughtering someone is such a way that you would volunteer to have it done to you.

Howdy! Before I describe anything, you asked this in a way as if I was slaughtering a human. Which I am not. Unlike humans, animals do not have the consciousness to be distressed if told they are going to die.

Though here is my answer on the humane slaughterhouse. #1, any stress, physical and mental, will cause meat grade to go down. So, it is the stockyard and farmers best job to give these animals the best life possible until processing date. As years go by the study of animal behavior, especially by the lovely Temple Grandin, has allowed slaughterhouses to understand their stock. Which also allows them to provide an environment that can hold healthy animals until slaughter.

And #2. The slaughter itself. I am talking directly about cattle here since that is the best area of my expertise. Now that I've laid out how the slaughter homes run before, I can say it starts with healthy cattle. On the processing date they are lined into a chute, this is a piece of equipment that they are used to. As during the process of their life at the stockyard and slaughter house they've been in it before. Once properly in the chute a professional uses a "captive bolt stun gun". The gun is lined up in a specific spot on the forehead, then a steel bolt is fired into the head with compressed air. This caused immediate unconscious, the bolt goes through the brain and directly into the spinal cord. This causes instant death. Any movement that is seen afterwards is the muscles rapidly dying.

Now Im unsure what else you want me to say. You cannot compare a human to an animal, there are extreme differences. If you want to argue this point more, please do not try and throw factory farms in my face. I ONLY work within family owned and humane operations.

[weird-is-life]

Sorry, i'm late

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: You are late to your first date with Spencer and he misunderstands it as you standing him up

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mentions of food, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

It was your first date with Spencer, the cute, a little shy neighbour. You didn't know him long, only since you'd bumped into him one late night.

You were dragging a huge pot for your new plant to your also new apartment and Spencer just came from a case. Somehow, you started a small talk and it went from there.

One day, he gathered enough courage to ask you out and when you didn't immediately respond, he was ready to apologise and run away. But you said yes with a big grin, you liked Spencer a lot, so of course you said yes.

But the date didn't start the way, you thought it would have, like at all. You were late and you felt like crying because of it.

Your car decided not to work just when you went to leave. Then you went to call a taxi, but your phone was fucking dead.

You couldn't drive there, you couldn't call a taxi and most importantly you couldn't even call Spencer to let him know, that you were running late.

You literally ran to the closest bus stop and got on the first bus, which's stop was the nearest to the restaurant, you were supposed to meet at.

You looked worriedly at your watch, you didn't know if you were thankful or not for at least it working, 'cause it showed, that you were 20 minutes late.

Your leg was bouncing as you impatiently waited for the bus to stop. As soon as the door opened, you bolted out of there and sprinted to the restaurant. By the time you got there, your lungs were burning and your side hurt.

You wasted no time to go inside and look for him, but you couldn't find him.

"Umm miss, can i help you with something?" a waiter asked you.

"Yes, my friend made a reservation here? Reid, Spencer Reid?" you questioned, hoping he'd still be there.

"I'll look..." he looked at some paper and you nervously bit your lip,"Ah yes, table six. But i think your friend has already left."

Your face fell, god you felt so stupid for accidently standing him up, " y-you wouldn't happen to know when he left, would you?"

"I think it was around 5 minutes ago."

"Thank you so much..." you stumbled with a frown out of there, mad at yourself. Spencer probably thought you just said yes to make fun of him.

And indeed, he really thought that. Spencer anxious waited for you. The first ten minutes, he still thought you were coming, it was normal for people to be late. But when 10 minutes turned into 25, he gave up.

He really thought, you would come and worse he thought, you actually liked him. A big mistake as it appeared.

He payed for the water, he ordered and went home. The embarrasment was nowhere near as big as the dissapointment, he felt. Swallowing hard, he drove home and slumped on his couch, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

You on the other hand were running (speed walking, 'cause your stamina was gone) through the city again. You couldn't let Spencer think you stood him up, there was no way you'd let that happen.

And to your 'luck' it even started raining. You felt like the biggest fucking joke. You got to your apartment complex in record time. You were soaked to the bone and gasping for air, but still very determined to explain everything to Spencer.

You quickly knocked on his door. You stood there, a water puddle formed under you, while you waited for him to open. He didn't.

You could hear the sounds coming from the inside and you saw his car parked outside, so you knew, he was home.

You tried again, this time calling his name out, too.

You heard a shuffle of stuff and then the door swung open, " Yes?" He asked, avoiding looking at you.

"I'm so-"

"We don't need to do this. I get it, you didn't want to go out, it's okay" he went to close the door, but you put your hand on the door.

"Please y/n, j-just leave" he pleaded quietly. It wasn't the first time, someone played a cruel prank on him.

"B-but i did want to go out with you, i really did," you sighed and he looked at you for the first time, surprised to see you all wet and he clearly didn't believe you.

"I mean it. I was ready to leave, but my car wouldn't start. So I wanted to call you, let you know i was going to be late and then call taxi, but my phone was dead, well still is," you pulled it out of your pocket, finding it also drowned now, " So then i got on the first bus and ran to the restaurant. You weren't there a-and i asked the waiter, he said you left around 5 minutes ago. So I quickly ran here, hoping to explain, "

You didn't even notice, that Spencer started smiling halfway through your explanation as you rambled, looking everywhere but Spencer.

"I was really looking forward to the date, Spencer. I would never stand you up like that "you paced anxiously from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on the floor.

"You ran to the restaurant?" Spencer  asked, astonished and amused.

"Well yeah," you sheepishly admited, "as i said, i was excited about the dinner."

Spencer couldn't stop smiling, he was so relieved to find out, it was just a misuderstanding, " W-would you like to come inside for a pizza?"

"What?" you looked at up in confusion at Spencer and found him softly smiling at you.

"I'm not mad at you, i believe you" he said.

"Really?"

"Yes, so would you like to come over for pizza?"

"Definitely," you said, maybe too quickly, but you didn't really care,"just give me a second. I have to change out of these" you gestured at your soaked clothes.

"Great, i'll leave the door open, yeah? So you can just walk inside" he beamed at you. Spencer was glad, that you said yes to this back up plan.

"Okay, i'll be right back" you sprinted to the elevator with a big smile, making Spencer chuckle at you.

Maybe the date didn't start the way you imagined it would, but the rest of it was better than your expectations.

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[annawritesblog]

Eyes off you (c.l.)

Summary: Y/n and Charles have been together for 2 years and Charles has a special surprise for her.

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago so if there’s any mistakes in it, feel free to tell me:) Also, English is not my first nor my second language so excuse my spelling and/or grammar errors. I recommend listening to the attached song as it plays in the background later in the story. Enjoy🤍

Charles' P.O.V.

Are you still at home? Came the message from Arthur.

Yes, we're leaving in 15 minutes, come in about 30. I wrote back.

I put my phone in the right pocket of my suit pants, the left being full with the red velvet box. I took a final look in the mirror and after a few quick breaths, Y/n appeared from the bathroom.

"I'm ready." She says and puts a lipgloss in her purse. Her purple dress showing her curves just right, like a princess.

"My God. You look absolutely stunning, chérie." I say and wrap my arms around her waist leaving little kisses in the crook of her neck.

"You don't look bad yourself." Smiles the girl I've been in love with for almost 2 years. "Stop." She warms as I still kiss her neck slowly moving down to her collarbone.

"Can't we just stay home?" I ask, but I realize that that would be the worst idea ever, considering that in less than 30 minutes my brothers will be here. "I mean, no. We should really go, hurry even."

She turns around and furrows her brows. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's wonderful, love." I grab her small hand and guide her out of the penthouse. After locking the door, we take the elevator to the underground parking house. Opening the door for her, she sits in the black Ferrari.

The ride is less than 15 minutes, but it feels so much more than that. She talks about how happy she is that we're going to this birthday party, but I can barely process anything she's saying. "Oh, I left my phone at home."

"Are you serious?" I ask and she nods worriedly. "I can't turn around."

"Why?"

"We're already late, Carlos will kill me if we make it there after Isa." I try to lie, hoping she doesn’t suspect anything.

"Okay, you're gonna have to take pictures then." She lets go easily.

A few minutes later we arrive at the beautiful venue in Monte Carlo. We walk inside, hand in hand and see that almost everybody is there.

"You were right. We really are late." She says and we giggle a little, just the two of us, our little private space.

"Sorry, mate. We're here." I half-hug Carlos, who just shrugs it off saying it's fine.

"Okay, okay. She's coming." Carlos tells us and when his missis arrives we all scream happy birthday to her.

Y/n and I spend a little time talking to Isa, but I excuse myself to another table where some strangers sit. I open the last texts from Arthur, saying that they have arrived about 10 minutes ago. I quickly text some informations, although I explained everything to them yesterday, but I want everything to be perfect, she deserves nothing less.

"Boo." Y/n says behind me, which does scare me. How long has she been staying there? Hopefully not long at all. "What are you doing?"

"Answering some texts from the team." I say and she gives me a dissapointed look. "I know and I am sorry, chérie. That was the first and last, I promise." I put my phone in my pocket and I kiss her hand sweetly. We walk to Carlos' table where he gives me a reassuring look.

"Y/n, come, you have to look at this." Isa grabs her arm and drags her away.

"How are you feeling, man?" The spaniard infront of me asks.

"Nervous."

"You don't have to be, she'll say yes." Carlos comes closer to me.

"What if she won't? Maybe she's not ready yet. We have been together for almost 2 years, that's soon, isn't it?" I go in full panick mode.

"What? It's not too soon, if you're ready, than nothing's too soon." He pats my shoulder. "They're coming." I look behind me and I see Y/n and Isa walking towards our table.

"Look what we found. Chocolate covered fruits, this is the best day of my life." Isa says with a full mouth and my missis just laughs next to her. I wrap my arm around her waist, securing her close to me.

About 2 hour later, after I got a text from my brothers saying they're done with everything, we decided to go home.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." I whisper in Y/n's ear, letting her go from my embrace.

"Okay, I'll be here." I give her a peck on her cheek and walk towards the restrooms.

Kicking the door open with my feet, I rest my hands on the sink trying to catch my breath. I promised my brothers that I would call them before we start heading home. After 2 rings Lorenzo picks it up. "Hey, what's up?"

"We're just leaving. Everything ready?"

"Yes, everything's disgustingly perfect." My little brother yells and drops something.

"What was that?" I ask immediately.

"My phone, fuck."

Lorenzo sighs and says something to him that I don’t hear. "Are you okay?"

"Not really, shitting my pants right now." I sigh.

"You don't need to be scared. She's gonna say yes, I'm sure." My big brother says.

"One hundred percent. Who wouldn't wanna marry you?" Arthur laughs in the phone.

"Thank you?"

"I was trying to lighten the mood." Arthur says and I let out a little laugh.

"Listen. Do you remember the Australian GP? How nervous you were? For days, you couldn't think straight you were that scared and you ended up winning it. Think about this as a race. You're nervous before it, but the outcome will be perfect." Lorenzo says and I can sense that they're both smiling.

"Thanks, both of you. I owe you both."

"You don't owe us anything, this is what siblings are for." Arthur says and we hang up. I go back to the main room and after a few short goodbyes, we get in the car.

"It was so much fun!" Y/n exclaims and I put my hand on her thigh.

"Yes, it was." I agree.

Se turns her head my way as I start my car. "Where's your mind?" She tries to be cool about it, but I know she's worried.

"In Australia." I answer with a smile.

"Oh, really? What kind of mistresses do you have there?" She smirks and I slow down a bit. We can't be home, before they've left. For once I'll keep the speed limit in mind.

"One, only. I spent like a week there with her. She was wow, like she had a blue lingerie set that she wore after I won. That was something, kept me up all night." I smirk smuggly and my hand travels further up her thigh. She lets out a shaky breath and looks at me.

"Do you remember that?"

"I think I'll remember that forever." We stop at a red light. "Where's that set, anyway?"

"You might see it around this weekend." She looks out the window, clearly blushing.

"Then, I'll have to give my best in this race." My hand travels even more north on her, already feeling her warmth. Althought, this is not going anywhere for a little while.

"You better, mister."

"You already know I will."

"Mrs? I'm not married." She says followed by a few giggles. I messed this up.

We spend the rest of the car ride listening to music and talking about the party. By the time I park the car, I'm sure that my brothers are already home.

I take my keys out and try to put it in the keyhole, but it falls to the floor. I pick it up and place it in again, only for it to slip out of my hand again. "Merde." I curse as I pick it up from the floor.

"Okay, babe. What's wrong?" Y/n asks as I can finally open the goddamn door.

"Nothing is wrong, love. I drank too much coffee." By this time I'm sure she doesn't believe a word I'm saying, but I can't just tell her that I'm nervous she'll say no to marrying me. She'll found out soon anyway, I won't blow it at the last meters.

"We really have to stop drinking so much coffee it's not-" Her words are lost. She looks outside our balcony and slowly back to me. "What is this?" She starts walking towards the table full of her favourites.

I wrap my arms around her waist, while she wraps her hands around my neck. "You deserve it. You've been next to me, when I was at my worst, especially nowadays. Thank you, chérie."

I kiss her passionately and she fumbles with my hair.

"You didn't have to do this, Charles. I will always be there for you." She sits on one of the chairs and looks at the beautiful view of the city. I sit in front of her and start the light music from my phone.

"Oh my God. Macarons." She exclaims and pops one of them in her mouth.

"It's from the bakery you like so much." I say and just watch her face light up. I don't know if it's because of the lights or because I'm obsessed with her, but she's glowing. Just as beautiful as she was when I met her on the streets of Monte Carlo two summers ago. Walking up and down confusedly in her white sundress.

"What is it?" She asks looking deeply into my eyes

"I'm just so in love with you." I take her hand and rest it on top of the table. "That simple."

"You're gonna make me cry."

"Don't cry, baby." I lock our fingers together. "Let's dance instead." I guide her to the end of the balcony where there's space for us to dance. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her as close as I can and rest my forehead on hers. Eyes off you starts playing just in time. Just like I planned it would.

It's our song. It played in the restaurant I took her to on our first date, only knowing each other for 3 days, a few days later when we first kissed and I played it when I asked her to move in with me in Monaco. And now when I propose to her.

"Do you think about the future?" I ask her slowly swaying her to the music.

"I'm only thinking about the future." She giggle then adds: "But yes. Although it's pretty foggy, you are crystal clear." She says sweetly which makes my heart melt. How did I deserve her?

"Same here. You're light as the bright sunshine for me, angel. Always be with you." I lean in closer and whisper in her ear. "This song is gonna play at our wedding."

I can tell she doesn't know where to put this information, but she nods slowly. I step back from her and I can tell that she has realised what's happening. With shaky hands I take the velvet box out of my pocket and get on one knee. She covers her mouth with both of her hands and tears have already filled her eyes. "Chérie. You don't even know what you do to me. For almost two years now, you're the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last when I fall asleep. I have never even dreamed that I would end up next to someone as perfect as you are." She now covers her whole face with her palms and silent sobs leave her mouth. "Look at me, angel." She looks at me and I can already feel my eyes watering. "No matter what happens, you will always have me, I promise you. I promise to give you everything your heart desires, everything you need. So, my love, will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?" I open the small box revealing the rare diamond ring.

"Yes, yes. A thousand times yes, Charles." She says and I hug her closely. We only part for the few seconds it takes to put the ring on her finger. Without hesitation, she kisses me and I caress her cheeks with my hands. A few minutes later we pull away and I wipe away tears from her cheeks.

"Don't cry." I say.

"You're crying too. It's allowed." She laughs which makes me too.

"Look at you, already acting like a wife." I pull her close yet again and breath in her scent. My fiancee's scent.

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 19 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

Tililit

The phone's ringtone serves as a notification to inform the owner of an incoming call.

She picked up her phone after typing something important to her that required her attention, irritated with her own phone. She glance to identify the caller quickly so she can go back to typing,

Upon recognizing the caller's identity, her expression soured. She had already anticipated the nature of the conversation that awaited her. Dread coming towards her like a wave.

Though she felt reluctant, she ultimately decided to answer the call.

However, she could not even manage a greeting before a voice interrupted her. "Girl, when are you going to get married? Your mother has been waiting for you to find someone." The caller was quite direct in expressing their intentions. No small talk to chit chat.

The woman was momentarily taken aback, but she did not allow this to deter her.

"Mom, why are you asking me that? Are you not satisfied with having a grandchild from my sister?"

Indeed, her sister was fortunate enough to have found someone she loved and married him, despite being younger than her.

Her mother must be frustrated because she, the older sibling, remained unmarried while her sister had already surpassed her in that regard.

"One grandchild is not enough, dear. All of my children should be married and have their own children. Do you want me to come over and explain this in more detail?" Shouted by her, she could hear the baby's voice along with the mother's voice.

Apparently her mother become the nanny to her grandchild today.

Mother just putting on a show, and she knows it. That was a classic move from her mother. She kept using that tactic over and over, like a song stuck on repeat, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was obvious she was just talking without any real plans to follow through.

She don't want to come here and make herself tired.

I sarcastically mocked mother. "You can’t do that anyway, Mom. You’re too busy taking care of your own grandchild. Plus, I don’t even have anyone in mind for marriage. I’m not old enough for you to remind me about marriage every single day."

And finally she snapped to me like a wire of the snapped guitar "You’re not too young! You’re already 25! I gave birth to you 25 years ago. Your sister is even married before you. Aren’t you embarrassed, Mom? The neighbors are already bringing it up in front of me."

I imagined mom being ganged by the other gossiped mom, it's not looking so good, but she have to mad for me.

I raised my voice, losing my patience. "I’m not even close to that, Mom! Why can’t you just brush off the gossip?"

My outburst only made her angrier. "How dare you speak to me like that, young lady? Fine, I won’t bother with you anymore." With that, she hung up, leaving me in the midst of the chaos, staring at the phone.

I set my phone down on the table, hugged my knees, and felt a wave of sadness wash over me. Even though I was used to my mom’s constant chatter, it still hurt. No matter what, she always seemed dissatisfied with me, and it pained me to see her upset.

"You didn't even care to me at all, mom... " my murmur to my pitiful self. Flashback playing in my head.

Mom always liked this since in the past, she don't care me as her child. She only wants me to live and she always ignore me since I child. while I often felt ignored, especially since my sister and I were left alone while our parents busied themselves with their restaurant.

Their energy and attention were always devoted to the restaurant, and I would only see them in the mornings when they rushed out to open up or at night when they were too exhausted to engage with me.

We felt like strangers, despite sharing the same blood. They provided for us financially, but that was about it.

I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling overwhelmed. Conversations with my parents now leave me feeling drained.

As a child, they rarely spoke to me, even when I tried to reach out. So why do they want to talk to me now? Is it just because they’re getting older and suddenly interested in my life?

I notice my own writing hanging in the balance as I pick up my phone. My mood has shifted, and I realize I can't focus on writing right now. I’ll have to come back to it later.

I leave my laptop behind, making sure to save my work before I rush to my bed, seeking the warmth and comfort I need.

It’s not exactly what I envisioned, but it’s all I have at the moment.

If I’m already feeling down about my mom, maybe I should also think about Deon. It might just deepen my sadness instead of letting me enjoy the fleeting moments of happiness.

Is he doing okay in his world? What happens next after I leave this one? Can he move on without me? I truly hope so…

Even though I’m reluctant to let him go, fate has already played its hand, casting Deon as the hero while I remain a pawn in his story.

Maybe I should stay in that world...

Maybe I shouldn't push Deon's hand...

Maybe I should loving myself as a demon even faster...

The past is behind me, and no amount of regret can alter it. Deon and I might be a couple meant to cross paths, but perhaps we’re not meant to last.

I became reminded to my first day after I come back

When I opened my eyes, this is what I saw. My gaze fell on the screen, revealing my own room.

I should feel joy at the sight of my space, as one would expect, but instead, tears streamed down my face. Happiness felt out of reach.

I’ve returned to my own reality, leaving Deon behind…

That screen stands as the final proof of this world’s existence for me before it fades away, just like it has done before. It leaves me alone, surrounded by my own tears.

Deon pleads with me, his voice thick with emotion, perhaps feeling as deeply as I do. Even though I tried to mask my sadness, it’s impossible to ignore the desperation in his tone, which inevitably touches me too.

With that thought, I can only cry. I’ve already shed so many tears on the first day. My emotions feel dulled now, exhausted from being sad for Deon.

This has been my reality for three years.

My own struggles in this world have kept me too occupied to daydream about Deon. I thought I had moved on, or at least that’s what I tell myself.

But since then, I can't find any romance partner. Fate didn't bring a romance partner instead of Deon for me.

I don't know if I am not the ideal woman for a man or not but nobody trying to know me more detailed.

The people I meet only the professional one, stay in an appropriate distance and having no interest to me. So I'm not close with anyone. The world is hard for me to even approach someone.

I sighed tiredly, maybe the experience to transmigrated already exhaust all my own luckiness in this world.

"I need something sweet, should I go to buy something?! "

And to elevate my own mood...

And so I changed my own pajama to something more suitable for go outside buy some sweets.

She chose not to head home immediately. Just grabbing some treats and going straight back felt too mundane. Living alone, I thought, if I don’t take advantage of my temporary freedom now, when will I?

I picked up some sweets and a little alcohol, hoping to escape the gloom of my empty apartment that feels so lonely without anyone else around.

My parents are far away, and they can be quite challenging to deal with. My sister is caught up in her own family life, and I don’t have any friends who aren’t overly curious about my situation.

I ended up drinking in the park, trying to drown my sorrows, but it didn’t really help. Instead, it just brought my hidden emotions to the forefront.

I swear I didn’t overdo it; I’m still a woman, not some guy who can lounge around without a care in the world. I think I bumped into a few people, but I always made sure to apologize, even if I was a bit wobbly.

Then I encountered a guy and said sorry to him, but he stopped me. I shot him a glare, trying to focus on this unfamiliar face, noticing he didn’t have any curves at all.

He looked blurry to me, and I couldn’t quite make out his features.

I wasn’t sure what I was saying; it all came out in a jumble, typical of someone who’s had a bit too much to drink. My vision was foggy, and my thoughts were scattered.

But i still said it, "Deon?"

Why am i so warm?

I always turn on the air conditioning, knowing I’ll be freezing in the morning, but surprisingly, this time I’m not cold at all. In fact, it feels quite the opposite.

I can’t quite recall what happened last night. Did anything even happen? As I slowly opened my heavy eyelids, I had to blink several times before realizing that I wasn’t in my own space.

I rubbed my eyes a few times, trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

The room around me is wild. It has a cool gray color scheme, and even the blanket I’m under is gray. As I look around, I notice the decor is stylish and elegant—definitely not what I’d expect from a woman’s room.

Could it be that I ended up in a guy’s room? Does this mean I had a one-night stand?

I glanced down at my clothes and noticed I was in pajamas.

Wait, if I really did have a one-night stand, shouldn’t I be naked? Why am I already dressed? Did someone really sleep with me without my knowledge, or did I get changed without anything happening?

Then it hit me—I felt warm and was lying on my side, which meant the guy must be behind me.

Nervously, I turned my head, trying to be careful and promising myself not to scream when I saw his face.

And then I saw him…

Deon?!

I couldn’t help but scream, breaking my own promise. I quickly pulled away and fell out of bed. The loud thud from my fall startled him awake. He looked around, only to spot my feet sticking out.

He rushed over to me on the floor. My backside took quite a hit from the fall, and my head was spinning a bit.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching down to lift me by my armpits, cradling me like a baby as we locked eyes.

I know I’m a bit shorter than him, but that doesn’t mean he can just carry me like this, with my legs dangling in the air! If I had to choose a position, I’d prefer to carried from the back...

WAIT, SO I REALLY HAVING ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DEON?!

THE END...

Extra:

"Are you really Deon Hardt in another world?" I looked at him with my suspecting eyes, not wanting to directly trust his word. Even if the face is same as my memory serves.

He looked at me with those pleading puppy eyes, clearly hurt by my doubt. "Yes, are you not believing me at all, Adele?"

Adele is not the name i used here. He's the real one...

I tried to defend myself against his accusation. "You know my name here. I think you only the different person with the same face!!!"

"You're the one who called me." He complained a little to make me believe him, but luck is not with him.

"I don't even remember how we met, Deon. So i can't confirm anything you want to confirm to me?"

"You are being so chatty when you're drunk, Name. You must not drunk without me around you or someone will used that to scam you." His worried face make me sulky with no talkback i can use. I myself also know that it wasn't safe for me either.

"It's my first time, Deon. I swear- I'm not trying to become alcoholic!" I replied with conscience of guilty, he then make a relieved face.

"Good..."

"So we are not doing it?" I gestured with my fingers, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Of course no, Name. I don't want to do it when you don't even realize me. We are already couple, why i must take an advantage from you?"

I don't know what i want to say about this topic so i direct it to wherever else.

"So how did you get here, Deon. Isn't this world looks strange to you? With technology and electronics"

"It's a bit odd, yet also pleasant. The divine has granted me the essential memories I need to live and function, so I don't come off as lost or out of place in this world."

I felt my expression and thoughts go blank. Did he just say... "The GOD?! You talk to GOD?! You really are something special, Deon..."

"Not really, Adele." He kept me grounded, even though it's an accomplishment not everyone achieves.

"Since when you came here?"

"Since 4 months ago..."

"What's your job here?"

"Model, that's the job i have."

Wow, Deon has really made it as a model in this world. Now I see why he can afford such a stylish apartment—it's way nicer than my own budget-friendly place.

"Did you apply for that?"

"No, it was the job search agent who suggested I become a model, even though I had no idea about this world."

I believe the agent has a point. If Deon can maintain his handsome and enigmatic appearance, he could easily find success as a model or even as a content creator, showcasing his looks in various ways. He truly has the ultimate advantage in navigating this world.

As I drift off into my thoughts, I notice Deon gazing at me quietly. A warm expression lights up his face as he looks my way. "Adele."

"Hm…" I catch his words, even if I’m not fully focused on him.

"I missed you, so I came here to see you. Do you miss me?" he says with that charming smile of his before pulling me into a hug. He really is a game-changer, making me laugh with pride as I gently pat his back. Having him in my life is undoubtedly one of the best things that has happened to me.

"Of course i do, Deon. You're my first and last love at all, I'm happy you can reach me now."

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Thank you for sticking with this story until the end! As a token of my appreciation, here’s a little insight. Initially, I only planned to write up to part 5. I was torn between continuing the story or wrapping it up like a oneshot, which would have left things open-ended yet still somewhat satisfying. Ultimately, I decided to expand the narrative and tweak the storyline a bit. Keeping Cruel alive meant Deon would face less heartache, even though it’s Adele who ultimately has to step into Cruel's role and leave Deon behind.

I’m proud to say I transformed the typical tragic ending trope into one that includes romance and struggle. This is my first and favorite piece because I managed to see it through to completion, despite some noticeable plot holes. Does anyone have any requests for Deon and Adele? I’d love to hear your ideas before I attempt to address those plot holes with additional stories—if I decide to write them!

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 1. 05 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

Quickly I turned around and to my surprise, I saw Hyun-su closing the door with a bang.

We were both taking deep breaths from what just had happened. His back was facing me, but I could tell that he probably had the same scared expression on his face as me.

Both too scared that the girl would hear us we stood there in silence looking at the door. A yelp left my mouth when his doorbell went off together with both of us jumping out of fear.

"Excuse me, are you in?" The voice sounded like the girl's normal voice again.

Maybe that thing wasn't her.

My legs were trembling while I tried to take normal breaths, but the only breaths that came out were short ones.

"Please help me. I'm so scared, please help me." Her voice sounded like she was genuinely terrified.

"Is anybody home? Please help me." Her voice pleaded.

"Hello, please help me." She cried hoping we would hear her.

My breath hitched when Hyun-su took a step to the phone that was on the wall together with the little monitor. I watch as he grabs it with a shaky hand, bringing it slowly to his ear. The screen turned on showing us that it was just the normal girl from earlier today.

"H..hallo? Are you okay?" Hyun-su asked shakingly.

A look of relief washed over the girl's face before she spoke.

"You're home." She said with a sigh of relief and a little smile at the end.

"Did something happen?"

I walked closer to Hyun-su looking over his shoulder at the monitor.

"I just came home, and the door was wide open, and it was a mess inside." Her voice was shaky like she was ready to burst into tears at any second.

"And my cat is gone." She let out a little cry before continuing.

"A...and the floor, it was covered in blood." That must have been the blood I saw in the hallway.

"Please, help me!" She cried out.

I felt bad for her and if that thing was still out there it could get her, but something felt off. The whole time she had been talking the knot in my stomach grew. I had sworn that the voice I heard, in the beginning, was her's. Yet if it was really her she had to look completely different than how she was now.

Hyun-su said that he would call the police to help because we both didn't know what to do about this.

"Can't you stay with me?" She pleaded desperately.

The moment Hyun-su put the phone against his ear a high pitch soon came through it. Quickly I took my phone while I heard him muttering 'What is this?' With shaky fingers, I dialed the number, but the moment I put it against my ear the same high-pitched sound came through.

With a scared frown on my face, I looked back up and saw Hyun-su looking at me. I shook my head, letting him know that I had the same results as him.

The both of us look back at the screen when the woman let a out whaling sound pleading with us to let her in. My heart stopped beating when I saw Hyun-su looking at the door, thinking he wanted to open it.

Quickly I grabbed his arm before whispering.

"Don't, something’s wrong."

For a few seconds, he looks at me with a scared look before turning back to the screen.

"Well....... Can you show me your arms?"

I was confused as to why he asked that, questioning what this had to do with this.

The girl's expression changed to a surprised one.

"What?"

"Your arms. Show me your arms." He repeated now a bit louder.

"What did you say?" My heart stopped beating for a second when she spoke with a more sinister voice than before.

"Your arms. Show me your arms. Show me."

Her whole demeanor changed when he was done talking.

"I told you to open the door! Open it!"

My hand grabbed the back of Hyun-su's shirt trying to hold myself up from my shaky legs. Acting crazier than before she screamed louder coming closer to the camera while blood came ozing out her nose. An eerie laugh filled the atmosphere together with a loud banging on the door.

I was hoping that the door was strong enough to hold her out. She kept on screaming while cursing at us when suddenly music was coming from above us. Apparently, she heard it too because she began to laugh again before creepingly walking away and kept saying she was hungry.

Whoever was playing the music just saved our lives.

"Oh no."

I breathe out after I recognize the melody.

"Ji-su!"

Without wasting any time I ran to the door.

"Hey, wait!"

Hyun-su grabbed my arm pulling me back before I could reach the doorknob.

"I have to go! My friend, she's in danger!" I said with an anxious voice and shaky hands.

"Yo....you'll die before you can reach her." He did have a point, but I didn't care I didn't want to lose someone else.

"I can't just do nothing!" I pleaded hoping he would understand and let me go.

With a scared look on his face, he looked down at me before letting me go. Grabbing a mop from the wall he smacked it against a corner breaking the mop part off. I was totally confused about what he wanted to do with it until he walked past me to the door.

I wanted to speak up, but before I could he yanked the door open letting out a scream, and ran into the hallway. For a moment I just stood there surprised and confused by his behavior with frown brows before shaking my head, following after him. I stopped walking when I heard him talk to someone before continuing to, making sure it wasn't the girl.

The moment I came from behind the corner I saw Hyun-su fall down onto the dirty ground.

What the hell?

My eyes traveled back up and saw a man standing there in a light brown suit, with one side of his face covered in burn marks. I opened my mouth to say something, but honestly, I didn't know what to say. The man looks up with an unbothered look.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"What?! No?! I just met him today! Besides, just because a boy and a girl hang out together doesn't mean their boyfriend en girlfriend!" I quickly rambled on shaking my head at him.

"He helped me escape from a crazy girl that wanted to kill me." I kneeled down next to Hyun-su making sure that he was still alive and didn't die out of shock and fear.

"He said something about crazy a woman as well." The man casually said.

I wanted to ask him who he was because I hadn't seen him here before when I remembered Ji-su.

"Shit!"

I stood up debating if I had the leave Hyun-su here and go to Ji-su risking my own life. My gaze went back to the man who was about to walk away.

"Hey, sir! Can you go upstairs and check on a friend of mine? I'm sure that woman went after her when she heard the music. I would go myself, but." I pointed at Hyun-su telling him I couldn't leave him behind.

The man looks up from him giving me a stern look before letting out a groan and turning around. I watch as he goes upstairs leaving me behind on my own.

Well, not really on my own.

I look down at Hyun-su's unconscious body letting out a loud sigh. Knowing I had to get him back to his room, I kneeled down and put my arms underneath his armpits trying to lift him up without letting him fall.

Jesus, this boy is taller than me and I'm here dragging him around.

With a few groans and curse words, I reached his apartment safely. First I dragged him inside before closing the door quickly afterward. I didn't want to risk leaving it open with that woman still running around here. Gathering my last strength I picked him up again and dragged him further into the room. After I placed him down, I took a seat on the ground taking deep breaths.

I'm not in shape like I used to be before. I looked up at the ceiling trying to see if Ji-su was okay or not. The music had stopped when I came back into the room, but it was oddly quiet up there. Maybe the woman went down instead of up. I was just hoping that Ji-su was alright. I know that she can take care of herself, but seeing how that woman looks I don't know if anyone can take her down without a few shotgun blasts.

I stood up looking around.

There wasn't much to do for me here, but I also couldn't just leave him here alone. Biting my nails, I began to walk back and forth thinking about what the hell was happening with the world. Was this really the end of the world? Honestly, I didn't want it to end this way, but then there is a part of me that would happen that it is.

I jerked back when there was a knock on the door.

Is the girl fucking back?

There was another knock making me more anxious than I already was. I grab the stick that Hyun-su had earlier from the ground, keeping a tight grip on it before making my way to the door. There was another knock, but a voice soon followed.

"Mi-na? Are you in there?"

Ji-su?

I wanted to open the door, but what if it was something else again? I looked through the peephole and saw her standing there with a baseball bat in her hands. Nervously she was looking around trying to see if something was there.

"Ji-su? Is that really you?"

Her head snapped back to the door when she heard my voice.

"Yeah, open up! It gives me the creeps standing out here with that crazy bitch on the loose." I let out a sigh of relief.

That was definitely something she would say.

Hurriedly, I open the door letting her in. I wanted to close the door behind her, but a hand stopped it, making me panic.

Quickly I looked up and saw that it was the man from earlier. Without saying anything I let him inside. The moment I had closed the door and turned around she threw her arms around me.

"Thank God you're okay."

I wanted to say something, but she was squeezing me a little too hard to breathe.

"Ji-su.....air.... please," I mutter out.

She let go of me saying a small sorry.

"I'm glad you are also fine. I thought that it would have killed you!" She quickly shook her head.

"She absolutely wanted to, but she didn't get in my apartment."

Thank God.

I have never thought these old doors would be this strong.

I turn around and see the man kneeling next to Hyun-su.

"He hasn't woken up yet." His voice was stern and most people would immediately think he could be a gangster, together with his looks and intimidating gaze, but I didn't think he was.

In our town, there were a lot of gangs and bad people. Some even came over to discuss something with Miss Ward. I don't know what it was or why someone who runs an orphanage would make deals with people like them, but every time they came a bad feeling filled the house. So by now, I should know the difference. 

"Uhm, no."

The man let out a groan standing up before walking to the door.

"Stay here."

Was the only thing he said before leaving the room.

"He seems charming," Ji-su said looking back at me.

"Yeah totally prince charming," I mutter out, sitting down on the mattress with my back against the wall.

I began to play with my fingers looking up at the door.

"So what now?" She asked walking to Hyun-su, poking him with the bat to see if she gets a response.

"Just like he said. Stay here and wait. What else can we do?" She sat down on the ground next to Hyun-su letting out a groan.

"This is all so fucked up."

I chuckle looking down at my hands.

"Tell me about it."

For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence until groans came from Hyun-su's mouth.

"I think he's having a bad dream."

I moved closer to see if she was right and indeed it looked like he was having one.

Ji-su put her hand on his forehead feeling as if he had a fever, I think?

"Why is he so cold?" A frown came on her face and I quickly replaced her hand with mine to feel for myself. 

"I don't know," I whispered looking up at her.

The both of us looked up when we heard a door slam shut, followed by footsteps. To my surprise, Ji-su stood up and began to walk to the door.

"Where are you going?!" I hissed standing up.

"Stay here, okay? I'll come back if it's safe and with help for him." I didn't want her to go and put herself in danger.

Ji-su is an impatient person who doesn't like to wait around. I swallow thickly watching her walk out the door.

"Ji-su!" I managed to yell before the door was completely closed.

"Yeah?" She asked poking her head back inside.

"Please be careful."

She gave me a big smile nodding her head.

"Don't worry about me, you're the younger one I should be worried about you."

I smile nodding my head.

She gave me one last wave before disappearing behind the closed door.

I turned back around and saw that Hyun-su's computer had turned on. Jisu must have bumped into it when she stood up. I made my way to it ready to close it when my eyes saw the words appearing on the screen.

"Monsters? Stated of alert? Nosebleed?" I whisper out loud.

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[mess-with-legs]

Cupid Loves You - Prologue?

{Introduction}

So before you get into the story I just wanna say a couple thingsss... This is an oc x Y/N kind of story, and it's my first time posting anything like this + english isnt my first language so I'm really sorry if I make any mistake with the grammar or spelling or just the writting in general! This is a story I'm writting purely out of fun and I don't expect any big attention or anything? So I probably won't post about it very often since my account is more directed to art content. This story is very inspired by the character of cupid from monster high / ever after high, and the whole pink girly femmenine aesthetic. And to finish, this is a WLW story, so it is implied that the character Y/N in the story is a girl. Feel free to ask any questions, I always love to answer them, and enjoy!

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After a long and boring day of class, you were happy to finally return to your dorm. You were fixing your hair up in a ponytail, checking that you didn't forget anything, and taking out the keys to your dorm. You were a bit nervous too, how could you not? The first day of school was done, you didn't exactly made any friends, and you had no idea who you roomate for this school year would be. That's when you opened the door and saw her. "Cupid?"

You asked confused. When you first saw her in class the first thing you noticed was her beautiful blonde hair with pink streaks. She had a pale skin and light blue eyes. Between her eyes however, she had what she called a birthmark, but it was a perfectly shaped light pink heart. To you it was obvious that it had to be make up, birth marks as far as you know, aren't so geometric and perfect. As the day went by, everyone introduced themselves, and when you heard her talk you realized she wasn't just any student. She was the smartest, pretties, most athletic student in class, probably in the whole school! Her name was Cupid Jr…Kind of a weird name. She had just moved from Greeze. She became popular almost inmidiatly, with people surrounding her to just have a second of her attention, but she seemed to ignore everybody.

That same day between classes, you bumped into her, probably shouldn't walk while checking your phone. "Sorry! My bad" Great, first day and I already have beef with the Regina George of the class. However, she didn't look upset, she looked at you up and down before speaking. "Are you ok? Did it hurt?" You were a bit surprised by this. You didn't know her very well, but the few times you saw her talking with others she didn't sound caring or kind, she acted like she was simply way too good for anybody around her. So, why was she acting like this? "Yes… I'm alright, thank you-" She leaned closer to you and fixed your hair with a cold expression on her face. Her touch was soft and careful, almost as if you were a delicate porcelain doll, and she didn't want to break you. "You're in my class right? What was your name?" She asked. "I'm Y/N" You answered. You would swear you heard her mumbling something, but you couldn't tell what she said. You excused yourself and walked away, trying not to think about that situation.

That takes us to the present moment. Why is she in your room? Surely she isn't your roommate, right? "I am your roommate now." Yep, she was your roommate. The room wasn't very spacious. It counted with 2 beds, 2 closets, 2desks to study, a bathroom, and a mini kitchen that was just good enough to cook basic things. It wasn't very big but you were thankful for what you had. You noticed how she had already decorated her side of the room. The left side was decorated with all sorts of cute stuff, from plushies, to paper hearts adorning the walls, pink bows…well, almost everything was in pink and white. It almost looked like a doll's room. She stood up from her seat and walked until she was in front of you, she was taller than you and you had to look up to meet her sight. "Since we're gonna be living in the same dorm, it would be beneficial for the both of us to get along. Would you like to formally be my friend?" She spoke almost as if she was making a contract, like some sort of formal social agreement. She even extended her hand, clearly hoping for you to shake it. There was a big contrast between her cute and pink looks and her cold way of speaking. "Uhm…Yes! Of course!" And so you gave her your hand. Despite the weird situation that was going on at that moment, you realized how lucky you were! You had just become friends with the Heather of the school! Did that make you also a Heather? You hope it doesn't since you're not really very much into fashion and all that stuff. "Excellent." She spoke, and for a mere second you could see her expression softened. She had her eyes on yours. Almost as she couldn't take them away.

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey. I’m not sure if i need advice or if i just need to vent but i’m pretty angry and you’re really good at listening to random people talk abt their problems. (Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

So i had to to work the evening shift both days this weekend, and because of my particular brand of anxiety, i cant really do anything leading up to my shift. Like i get super nervous that i’m going to forget abt my shift if i do anything other than scroll through my phone or stare off into space. And then i found out that i’m also working the Monday and Tuesday after this weekend after school. At this point i’m pretty tired and knowing i wont even have a break after school is even worse. So, for my mental health I decided to skip school this Monday.

This is where the issue comes up. My mom was super against me skipping and we had a whole argument abt it. Basically i shouldn’t skip bc i’m “technically” truant, meaning i’ve skipped more than 11 days since school stared and they COULD either send me to court or have me pay a fine. Ik that sounds bad but they almost never send anyone to court or even make them pay any fines and most of my absences are from the first semester so i actually haven’t skipped in a while. Also half of those absences are my mom’s fault bc she forgot to email the school that i was sick or send them my doctors note which accounts for about 5 of my absences. And as long as one of my parents excuses the absence (which my dad is always willing to do) it doesn’t even count towards my truancy. When i tell her this she immediately pivots and says that well if she has to go to work then i have to go to school. Now i’ve always been really big on independence, i’m only an 18 year old senior in l Highschool but i KNOW thats bullshit, She works from home all the time and i was planning to do basically the same thing where i do the majority of my work at home and catch up on sleep until my work shift in the evening. So far this is pretty normal for my arguments about with her. Until i put my foot down and tell her that i’m old enough to have the right decide these types of things for myself and that i don’t think its fair for her to just decide for me. Usually she would relent but this time she threatened to CALL THE POLICE ON ME. I’m not exaggerating the escalation from a regular argument to a full screaming match was insane.

I was just so upset and it felt like she didn’t even see me as person who just needs a break sometimes. I was too scared to see if she would really call the police so i went to school. So, here i am silently fuming in class. I don’t even know if i’ll get through school with how mentally exhausted i am. Thats basically it. Just tell me if i’m in the wrong or over reacting or if i’m in the right. I’m such a mixture of angry and exhausted that none of this might make sense, but whatever. Thank you so much for listening.

Hi!!!

Well, I think there are separate parts to this:

Your mom isn't listening to your emotions. This happens a lot with parents, and it's frustrating. Even though she was making a valid point with the truancy, threatening to call the police and throwing her own (irrelevant) work in your face wasn't the way to do it. I've always wondered why parents think kids are going to listen if they aren't given the respect of the acknowledgement of their feelings.

The entire argument is difficult because, there are layers here. from what you're telling me, your mother is some of the reason you have some of these unexcused absences, because she hasn't done the paperwork. But I also am wondering, how can you even be considered truant if you're 18? And, at age 18, isn't it your decision? I'm confused on the laws here.

Given all of this...would I personally risk skipping school if I was risking truancy? Probably not. But I've always been afraid to get in trouble.

But I feel like that's not even the biggest issue. Can your mom not send the doctor notes to school to get some of your previous absences excused?

Also...the petty part of me is like...your mom is saying she has to go to work...but you have to go to work and school. so that's not an argument.

I feel like your mom didn't handle this well, to be honest. I know she's trying to prevent you from getting in trouble, but there were other ways to do it. I hope that makes sense?

Also, I hope work is going well! I'm naming you school anon.

[daddy-suguru]

okay so i was thinking in my lecture today how there's loads of teacher!gojo x student!reader but i haven't come across any student!gojo x teacher!reader

OKAY NOW HEAR ME OUT

this kinda takes place in a non-canon!au

i imagine gojo being on of those people who go back into uni just cos they're bored and have the money to spend on it, so like 28 y/o gojo surrounded by the 18-20 y/o first years in the lecture theatre

now here comes y/n, they're a new lecturer, got their phd, around the same age as gojo and also teach him. and after learning you're nearly the same age as him, he likes to come by to your office every now and then, saying that's it would be 'awkward for him to hang out with kids that are nearly 10 years younger' than him. when in actual fact he just wants to be with you, he's got no problem making friends with people of any ages, but you don't know that.

something happens and he's go you sat on your desk, eating you out, your legs on his shoulders and your fingers running through his white hair. after he flips you over and has you bent over your desk and starts thrusting in you.

as he's hitting it from behind, your phone suddenly rings and gojo says 'i think you should take that, it might be important' with a smug look on your face.

you pick it up and it's your boss, gojo slows down but his hands move to your clit and starts playing with it, rubbing it slowly. your boss is calling to tell you that you're doing a great job and you've had positive feedback from the students and staff, but you can't focus on that, you're focusing on not moaning on the phone with your boss. your boss continues by asking if you want to go to dinner after todays afternoon leacture. he's been flirting with you recently and he's wanted to ask you out. he's a great guy and all but he just isn't your type. you decline saying whatever excuse your brain could think of, and you end the call saying you have to go to your lecture. gojo starts increases the speed, his fingers in your mouth so you don't make too much noise for the people walking outside your office to hear.

he then brings his head close to your ear and says quietly

'want me to cum in you? want me to fill you up and get you pregnant?' whilst removing his fingers out of your mouth, you reply with a breathy 'yes'

'i didn't hear that, repeat that for me'

'please fill me up, gojo' you quietly moan

'how would your students feel when they see you pregnant with my kid? what about your boss? i bet he jerks off to the thought of you late at night, how would he feel when he realises that some guy knocked you up?'

not being able to form any coherent thoughts, you only moan gojo's name back in response.

gojo's pace starts becoming uneven, signalling he's close to his climax. a few more thrusts and he cums in you, stilling for a moment and then pulls out, cum slowly starting to drip out of you. but his fingers are quick and pushes it back in and pulls your panties up.

he snakes a hand around and lightly pats your belly, just below your navel, his head close to your ear: 'see you in todays afternoon lecture' and kisses your neck.

he gets back up and makes a way to the door and waves without turning around, leaving you on the table to recuperate and your legs shaking.

sorry if there's grammar/spelling mistakes, i quickly wrote it down :)

I-I- Um...Damn

I'm fucking in love with this idea. You did just feed me; you stuff my belly full. This food, this post, this sweetness. And that breeding is not helping my baby fever. The baby pops out with white hair and everyone is looking at Satoru.

During class, you have Satoru's cum, and you're wearing a plug to keep it all in. Since Satoru visited you before class. Which at least he isn't late for your class and being disruptive anymore when he finally showed up.

You also know it's silly to get pregnant by a man you're not dating, but that dick has you going against your better judgment. Satoru would want to record his cute teacher begging for him to cum in them. HIs favorite is fucking you till you can't handle it anymore, so you're begging for him to go ahead and cum already. The moans mixing in with your whininess and the fat tears rolling down your cheeks make him want to keep going.

I'm going to come back to this idea. Satoru and Suguru being a naughty student in your class together. Which isn't unlike Satoru, but Suguru is normally behaves well. But next to Satoru, he isn't. You can't bear to spill them up, since they sometimes hold hands during class.

At some point, enough is enough, so you have both of them see you after class. One thing leads to another and the discipline that you were trying to give doesn't go over so well.

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[littlelioncub43]

I loved your last Lee fic!!! Could we get more of our soft grumpy man please? Maybe he’s trying to impress Y/n when she comes down to the station one day (before they’re an item) and a younger, fitter deputy who’s also totally into her makes some mean jokes about Lee in front of everyone…I love take-no-shit Lee…but also insecure Lee too🥺💜

Hello my lovely nonnie! Thank you so much for reading my last Lee fic!! I adore writing for our Sheriff Daddy Bodecker so much, you have no idea 😄 I hope you enjoy this one too! Thank you so much for sending this ask hehe! Enjoy!

Kisses 💋

—K

P.S. it was written on my phone (once more) so any spelling or grammar mistakes are my own 😄 also I love you

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The cool crisp of the mid September air tried its best to seep its way into your bones, but it was no match for your favorite wool jacket and the heat of excitement running through you. Your short walk to the police station was a happy one. The skip in your step could be explained by one thing–well, one man: Lee Bodecker.

You and Lee weren't going out (not yet, anyway, but you didn't want to get ahead of yourself), but you did have lunch together from time to time. Today was Lee's turn to supply the food, and he suggested going to the diner, saying something about not wanting to subject your sweet little tongue to his cooking. Walking through the double doors of the station, you happily made your way through the maze of desks in the bull pen.

Just as you were nearing the door to Lee's office, Deputy Ron Hallowell intercepted you on your path with a hand on your elbow and a smile.

"Hey, there, I was hopin' to see you 'round here today," he said with a knowing smile, his tone of voice was irksome, you didn't like how it sounded, like he was moments away from peeking down your dress, like a cat enjoying teasing the mouse far too much.

"Oh. Hello, Deputy Hallowell," you say in the most cordial tone you can muster. Deputy Hallowell wasn't the worst looking, you suppose. He was tall, blonde with emerald green eyes, and a physique that nearly every teenage girl and young woman within a 5 mile radius was gushing about. But you didn't see the appeal; he oozed arrogance and insecurity all at once, a putrid mix only worsened by his unending determination to flirt with you any chance he got; it was off putting.

Besides, you thought he was far too young for you. You'd always fancied older men. Something about the way they carry themselves with more certainty, they were a man, not a boy. And Deputy Hallowell was a boy.

"So whatcha doin' here today, pretty girl? Not havin' lunch with that fat, old geezer in there again, are you?" He gestured to Lee's office with his chin, his hand still on your arm, his lips curling at his own "playful" jab at Lee as a few fellow deputies chuckle. Your features set in a cold expression, you didn't like what he was saying about Lee one bit.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Deputy Hallowell, but I can assure you that it would be best if you didn't repeat it. Sheriff Bodecker and I have plans, so, you'll have to excuse me," you harshly state, trying to pull your arm from his grip but failing as he held you even tighter, keeping you rooted to your spot.

"Aw, don't be like that. You don't have to pretend to actually like him with me, sweetie," you flinch at the pet name, anger boiling over in your chest, "we both know you're far too good to be goin' around with the likes of him," he begins to stroke your shoulder, "so, what do you say we go out to dinner some time? Hm? I can show you a far better time than that fat Sher—"

"Deputy Hallowell, that'll be enough."

Lee's booming voice cuts off the vile rant of the younger man. He looks about as angry as you feel. Retching your arm from his grasp, you glare at the pink faced deputy, shame and fear replacing his slick arrogant expression. You turn to Lee, and you can tell that he's trying his best to hold back from tearing the young deputy a new one.

Looking from him to you, Lee's expression softens ever so slightly. You offer him a small smile, trying your best to ease the situation. Lee returns his eyes to the now trembling blonde boy. "We'll have a nice talk when I get back from lunch," is all Lee says to him before dismissing him with a jerk of his head, sending the boy scrambling off in a hurry.

With a small sigh, Lee turns back to you, a softer expression painting his face but you can still see the rage and the embarrassment of having been publicly humiliated in front of you in his eyes. "Let's get goin', huh?" He says with an artificial smile, he walks with you out to his cruiser, the walk is silent and heavy.

Once you're alone in the cruiser, Lee pauses, you can see the hard shell crack ever so slightly. Reaching across the bench seat, you take one of his hands into yours, making Lee sigh heavily. He didn't want you to see how the cruel deputy's words affected him, he wanted you to think he was stronger than any words from a snot nosed kid, but he couldn't help it. He knew he was older than you, he knew he wasn't as fit as he used to be, that his shirt was fuller than it used to be, he wasn't dumb. He just hoped you didn't see him like that; an old, fat Sheriff.

With your hand holding his, you spoke softly, "I'm so sorry, Lee."

He only shook his head, not really trusting his voice yet. He cleared his throat as his thumb rubbing over the knuckles of your hand delicately. His eyes not meeting yours for fear of what he might find there: pity. He wouldn't be able to stand the look of pity in your eyes, so instead, he followed the lines he was drawing on your knuckle.

Scooting across the seat, you bring your other hand to rest on top of his, rubbing ever so subtly, but Lee could tell. "Do y'wanna talk about it?"

"No, darlin', I'd rather not," he said in a gruff but oddly soft whisper. Nodding, you tilt his chin so he could finally look you in the eyes. A sigh escapes Lee's slightly dry lips, his eyes looking deeply into yours. He found no pity, not even a trace. Instead, he saw something different, something more complex and inviting. He wants you to look at him like that forever.

Your eyes dance across his face, taking in each of his distinct features; his cerulean blue eyes, cleft chin, clean shaven cheeks, plush pink lips. You feel your heart skip a beat or two at the beautiful man before you. Your words seem to slip right out without a second thought, "you're the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life, Lee Bodecker."

The heavy weight of sincerity in your voice shocked Lee. The reverence in the hushed whisper shook him to his core. He wasn't expecting you to say that, to say the least. Any and all words seemed to fail him, he searched for a response before settle on silence. Suddenly he was leaning in, his eyes focused on you, watching the way your eyes slipped shut peacefully just a moment before his lips touched yours in a shy, tender kiss.

His lips stayed still for a brief moment, waiting for you to pull back or push him off but the rejection never came. The realization that you were kissing him back had him pulling you closer to his side, his lips moving against yours even more. You sighed happily, your heart soaring in your chest; Lee Bodecker was kissing you! Your hand slid across the smoothe skin of his jaw to cradle the back of his head, playing with the short hair at the base of his skull just like you always wanted to.

After what feels like an hour, you pull back for a breath, your noses still brushing together as you pant. When you open your eyes you see Lee grinning from ear to ear, making you blush and bashfully smile up at him.

"How about I take y'out for dinner tonight, too?" He asks, his tone confident and pleased.

"I'd love to, Sheriff," you say with a glowing smile, one that he can't help but reciprocate.

"Now, let's get you somethin' to eat before I decide to do somethin' else with my lunch hour."

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Guardian angels

Prompt: any fandom / any pairing / “everything is going to be okay” kisses

Word Count: 2,650

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (David Shaw/Angel. Freelancer/Gavin + Damien, Lasko, Huxley & Caelum)

Rating: T

Triggers: Near accident. Panic attack. Angst with a happy ending. 

Summary: Guardian angels can be the most unlikely people you ever come across. That includes a group of college students. 

ConCrit: Y

OK, so, first off. A bit of a warning for this oneshot. I’ve never written anything about a vehicle accident or panic attacks so I did some research and read some references. So yeah... 

I meant to post this last weekend but it turned out be a hectic Saturday and Sunday for me. Oh well. 

I’ll be editing this oneshot again tomorrow so please excuse me for any grammar or spelling mistakes. It’s quite late in the evening here in my country, but I really wanted to post this oneshot today. 

-

A split second is enough to change a person's life. Be it for the better or worse. 

A left here, a right turn after the bakery shop on the path that Angel thought was right towards their new job, ended up turning into theirs and David's first meeting. They may be late for their first day of work, but it ended with a happy ending and a man that will one day become their husband. 

Today, however, what was supposed to be a relatively normal Wednesday turned out for the worst for Angel. 

It's a windy Wednesday, signalling that Autumn is fast approaching. The trees that line the streets bear its dark orange leaves where the passing breeze carries every falling one. Pedestrians are milling about in thick coats, scarves and boots - some are rushing back to work after their lunch break while others are trying to catch the next bus or Uber to head to their next destination. You could also smell the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon pastries wafting from the nearby bakeries. 

Walking down the streets with a pep in their step, Angel is glad that they could end work earlier than usual. Their team had successfully launched a project that they've been working hard on and losing sleep over for days (David was not happy about that), so their bosses allow Angel and their team members to pack it up and spend the rest of their day resting at home. 

Angel wasted no time packing their laptop and notebooks. They shouted their goodbyes to their colleagues and left for home after their lunch break. 

With a phone in their hands, Angel stops beside the signal traffic light at the pedestrian crossing. They press the button and continue to text David. 

'Yup. I ate with my friends before I left. I'm planning to do the laundry after my shower and probably play some Minecraft or something.'

Not a minute later, David sends his reply. 

'The new laundry detergent is in our storage. I couldn't find the lavender fragrance, so I bought the one with rose-scented. Where are you now? Do you want me to pick you up and drive you home?'

'Got it and nah. I'm nearing the bus stop now. The next bus should be coming in a few minutes. Besides, aren't you busy at that magical school today?'

Angel glances up from their phone. Vehicles rush through the road while the signal traffic light is still flashing red. Their attention returns to the phone when it chimes once more. 

'We're discussing the security rotation and details with the faculties and teaching staff now for the Games. The most important things are out of the way so Asher can take over for an hour. I can pick you up.'

'It's cool, Davey. I'll see you at home. I love you!'

Just as Angel sent their text, the light for the pedestrian crossing switch to green. They nudged the straps of their bag higher on their shoulders and began walking with their eyes occasionally glancing down at their phone.

Angel is too focus on their phone to hear the screams and shouts in the background and the screeching tires and blaring horn becoming louder. It's only when something big is approaching from their right did Angel blink and look. 

"Wait! What are you - "

"No, don't!

"You can't - "

" - too many people! Risk of Covert - "

"Lasko!"

"I-I can try! Wait - "

Angel couldn't hear anything. At that moment, all they could see is the head of the truck seconds away from their face, and their heart froze. 

"What are you doing!? Freelancer - "

Everything happens in a split second; someone grabs Angel's backpack and yank them backwards with enough force that they both fall on the pavements. Arms immediately latch themselves onto Angel and pull them away from the crossroads just in the nick of time that a rushing wind blew past them. 

What comes afterwards is a loud crash and the screeching tires that are so loud that they nearly shatter the eardrums. More people start to scream and shout. 

The arms around Angel immediately let go, and not even a second later, they find themselves surrounded by a group of people. 

"Oh my god! A-Are you alright!? Are you hurt anywhere!?"

"Did someone call the ambulance already? Are they coming - "

"Already on it, dude! Fuck. That was so not fun at all!"

"Caelum? What do you - "

It's too much. Everything is too much! Angel's heart is hammering painfully; as if it's going to burst out from its ribcage. The shadows surrounding them and the cacophony of noises makes the world shrink tighter and tighter around them. 

Overwhelmed, shocked, frightened and disbelieve could hardly begin to describe what Angel is going through right now. 

"Guys, guys, back off a moment! Give us some space, please." Someone from Angel's left pleads. It sounds like they were having trouble speaking too. 

Immediately, the tall shadows that were surrounding Angel rush away from their immediate area. Far out that Angel feels like they could breathe again yet near enough to offer help when needed. 

Angel's head is spinning. Their brain struggles to process where they are and what has just happened. Their heart is still beating like an erratic hummingbird. 

"Can... can you hear me?" That same voice who ushered the crowd away gingerly asked. Angel blinks. They look down at their hands and realise that they're sitting on the rough pavement with their phone nowhere in sight. 

"W-What just - " Angel stutters, eyes slowly widening. Their body starts to shake once the adrenaline begins to wear off. It was a good thing that they had already ended up on the floor because Angel could hardly feel their legs at the moment. 

Wait. Their hands... their phone! What - 

"Whoa, don't!"

"I don't think you should - "

"You don't need to look at... it."

Three young men quickly huddle together to block the view in front of Angel when they jerk their head up towards the pedestrian walk. Their eyes search around, wildly. Oh fuck. Oh shit. The truck! They nearly died -

"They're starting to have a panic attack, Deviant!" 

Angel couldn't breathe; it feels like the air is sucking out of them. A pair of invisible hands choking them all of a sudden with their head spinning. It doesn't help with the blaring sirens in the distance. 

"Hey, hey... easy. Easy there." A gentle and kind voice pierce through the chaos around Angel like a beacon of light in the dark. "Take a deep breath with me; come on. You can do it. One... OK, let go. Again. Two... let go. Good job. Three... yes, you're getting it! Four.. let go. Just a little more, c'mon on. You're doing amazing."

Angel did as instructed. They made sure to match their breathing along with the stranger on the pavement beside them. When the stranger gently ask if they could hold their hand, Angel shakily nods and squeezes back. 

"The ambulance is here." The stranger patiently informs Angel. "Do you think you can follow us to the hospital? We... both of us need to see a doctor. Is that OK?"

"Please..." Angel gasps; their chest feels so painfully tight. "Don't let go. I-I can't - "

"I won't. I'm right here." The stranger is quick to assure them. "I'm right here. We're going to go together, OK? My friends will be coming along too. You're not alone." 

Angel takes one deep breath and exhale. They nod once and finally allow the group of young men to help them get into the ambulance. They explain the situation to the emergency response team within the vehicle, fuss over Angel and the stranger before the ambulance pulls away and drive off to the hospital.  

They were all very kind to make sure that Angel couldn't see the aftermath of the crash behind them. 

-

The hospital trip, conversation with the nurses and doctor, and the check-up are a blur for Angel. Their head is still reeling with their near brush of death. The stress, anxiety and horror are still threatening to overwhelm them. 

But despite it all, the stranger kept their promise. They never let go of Angel's hand, even for a moment. Even when the doctors wanted to treat their minor injuries separately. 

Their friends are staunch pillars of support too. One by one, they introduce themselves - Damien, Lasko, Huxley and Gavin. The group are students, currently attending the local academy. The stranger introduces themselves by the nickname the boys gave them - Freelancer. Angel deduced that it must be an inside joke between them. 

After the round of introductions, they then made sure that Angel and the stranger had a water bottle with them and some snacks when Angel could stomach some food. They would constantly take turns distracting Angel and their friend by chatting about the latest movies, that one professor they're having trouble with and the newest drama circulating their academy. 

They'd even made sure that Angel feels included in their conversation by asking about their favourite food to eat whenever it rains, what's their ultimate pet peeve and even what's their favourite sweater to wear during Autumn. 

Hours went by, and before Angel knew it, evening had fallen. Angel and the stranger (their saviour!) are now waiting at the lobby to be cleared by the doctors. The group of young men are ever around them. 

"Hey, um..." The stranger suddenly interjects while the nurse finishes up their paperwork behind the counter. "Is it alright if we accompany you home? I-I just want to make sure you get there safely. "The young man beside them - Angel assume is their boyfriend -  wrap his arm around their shoulder to ground them. They throw him a weak yet grateful smile. 

The whole ordeal shook them too. They've been so strong, so it's Angel's turn to be strong for this incredible group of people too. 

"You don't have to. You all... are so very kind." Angel said quietly. Their voice might be devoid of their usual cheer and liveliness, but Angel wants to convey their sincerity. "If it weren't for you... I..." God, Angel couldn't imagine it. 

"You're alright. You're right here with us." One of the young men - Damien - is ready to calm Angel down. They notice that this one has a bit of a temper, but Angel had noticed how gentle they hugged their friend after the doctor finished checking them. "Look, your phone was... destroyed in the incident. Is there anyone you'd like us to call? We'd feel better if we knew that you're not alone."

Someone to call... Angel's heart begins to sink, their eyes wide as they remember that they were texting David! 

Seeing Angel's dramatic change in expression, Gavin quirks up a shapely eyebrow. "I take it you have a special someone that you just remembered?"

Before Angel could say anything, a voice bellowed through the lobby. "Angel!" 

Everyone except Angel flinches. They all watch, transfix, as David runs into the lobby and straight towards Angel. They didn't hesitate to throw themselves into his arms and buried themselves into his chest. Feeling how David's arms curl themselves tighter around Angel and David's murmurs of "Everything is going to be okay" accompany calming kisses on their head and cheeks finally burst the dam that Angel unconsciously has been holding in the entire day. 

Angel burst into tears. "D-Davey... oh god, Davey..."

"I'm so, so glad that you're alright, Angel," David replies with a ragged sigh. In a much quieter tone, he continues, "I thought I lost you. I thought I lost my Mate. When you didn't answer my text and when news came out that there's been a freak accident on the street across your bus stop I... I couldn't think of anything else."

Angel sniffs loudly and holds back a choked sob. Their tears are making a mess out of David's uniform, but neither they nor David cares about it. "H-How did you know where to find me?"

"Milo showed me the news about the accident on his phone. He remembers the street where you work. I... I thought of the worse when my calls to you weren't getting through." David explains. Angel could detect the pain in his voice and how his body began to shake. "After Milo told me which hospital responded to the accident, Asher took over the job, and I came here as fast as I could."

It feels good to cry. Even if they're currently in the middle of a hospital's lobby with visitors and patients walking around. They are kind enough to give Angel and David the spaces they need. 

Once the waterwork stops, Angel juts their chin upwards to stare into David's eyes that are filled with love, worry and immense relief. "I'm here because of these incredible people, Davey. One of them saved me at that pedestrian crossing." They explain and gesture to the group of college students still standing nearby the counter. 

However, their reactions confuse Angel. 

Lasko is gaping like a goldfish. Damien's mouth curved into an 'o', surprise written all over his face. Huxley tilts his head as if he's thinking hard. Gavin's eyes keep glancing at his side, where there's nothing but the air. Angel's saviour just smiles happily at the couple, oblivious to their friends' behaviour. 

It's David that breaks the strange silence amongst the group. "Thank you... for being there for my partner."

"We were fortunately at the right time and place." The Freelancer humbly reply. "I'm just glad that the both of us are alright."

David nods once. "You have my gratitude. More than you can possibly imagine." David pauses here to squeeze Angel's small body when Angel starts to sniffle. "Each one of you has earned a favour from me and my... family. If there's anything we can do to pay you all back, don't ever hesitate to come to me."

"Davey?" 

"On behalf of the group, we are honoured to receive such a high favour from you, Mr. Shaw," Damien replies, his body suddenly went rigid and his voice adopting a formal tone. "However, as our friend said, we were there at the right time and the right place to help your partner with no thoughts of a reward."

Angel and the Freelancer stare at each other, lost and confused at the sudden formality that the boys are having. 

"And b-besides," Lasko joins in on the conversation. So sweet and nervous, but he presses on, "You and your security are helping us a lot with the Games, Mr. Shaw. That's more than enough."

"That's business." David corrects him. A passing nurse who had been watching them hands some tissue to David. He quickly thanked her and proceeded to wipe Angel's wet eyes and cheeks before addressing the group. "D.A.M.N contacted my company for extra security, and that's how we treat it as such. So my offer still stands."

The Freelancer, not knowing how to respond to that, just awkwardly accept it. "If you say so... Mr. Shaw, was it?"

It's Gavin who interjects to finally clued in their partner. He snaps his fingers to make sure his explanation remains in a bubble around them. "Those guys that you've been seeing wearing the same uniform here belongs to the Shaw Security. They're also known as the Shaw Pack; the most powerful Werewolf Pack in Dahlia and the whole region. Mr. Shaw here, Deviant, is the Alpha of said Pack."

That got the Freelancer's eyes to widen in surprise. They begin to splutter out apologies for the lack of recognition; their cheeks start to reddened in embarrassment. So it's Angel's turn to save their saviour. 

They lightly tug on David's jacket to get his attention. When their boyfriend tilt his head down at them, Angel innocently blink their watery eyes and asks, "You're a Werewolf, Davey? Why did you never tell me before?"

"Wha - Angel!"

[atsumwah]

"What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend?"

Suna stood in front of you protectively, his arm shielding you away from the crowd of girls in front of you. 

"G-Girlfriend?" Rika stuttered out, backing away from the seething teen. 

"Did I stutter?" he said before turning his body towards you. He grabbed your arm that was held tight by the cheerleader and inspected carefully. "Are you okay?" his voice turned soft as he looked into your eyes. 

You nodded and only stared at him, too confused and shocked to say anything. A million thoughts were running to your head as you looked between Suna and Rika. Girlfriend? Girlfriend?! What the hell is happening here? 

Your eyes suddenly caught something, no, someone standing at the side of the gym and saw Atsumu looking at the entire thing with a look you can't really pinpoint on. Was he angry? Upset? Maybe he was feeling whatever Suna was feeling too? 

"I'm sorry, but I never knew you two were dating." Rika said, composing herself to look calm and sweet in front of the middle blocker.

"Didn't think it would be necessary for anyone to know about my love life." you heard Suna said loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know she was your girlfriend, Suna-san." Rika smiled apologetically to the young middle blocker. She seemed bothered, you could tell,  but tried to mask it with her ever cheery smile. 

"So? Even if she wasn't, that still doesn't give you the right to harass her." he said, turning back around towards her. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at each and every one of them. . "Don't touch or bother her again." 

"We were just talking really—" 

"I was in the gym the whole time you were out here and I heard the whole thing. And by the way you grabbed her it seemed like she was done talking." he explained, shocking you both with the revelation. "Don't. Bother. Her."

Rika and her friends nodded, completely caught off guard by Suna's sudden behavior. You were too, honestly. He was always so laid back all the time it was kind of terrifying seeing this version of him. Terrifying and sweet though. 

The girls immediately scurried off after that which left you alone with the two boys present there. Suna was at your side again and this time Atsumu went to you too. They were looking at you worriedly and you only had your mouth agape like a fish. You opened your mouth to say something, anything really, but the bell ringing cut you off.

Thank god.

Immediately you used that as an excuse, holding onto your bag step tigther as you pushed pass them both.

"Y/n!!"

You could hear the blonde crying out for you and you felt bad leaving them without a word. Looking back to glance at them, you only muttered a simple 'later' before rushing off to your first class.

13. fools

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y/n went to the bathroom and called yachi to tell her what happened bcs miss gurl was freaking out

hinata came and eventually fought the phone with yachi

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[weird-is-life]

Reshedule

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve bails on your movie night for some date with this other girl. That leaves you upset, Steve realises his mistake and comes to apologise

Warnings: language, mentions of food, angst, fluff, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

As you were preparing all the stuff for the movie night, you heard the phone ring. You thought, it was just Steve calling you, that he was on his way. But you couldn't be further from the truth.

"Hey" he spoke.

"Hii, you here soon? The popcorn is getting cold" you joked, smiling big.

"About that..." he quietly began, " you know Stacy, from highschool? She invited me to the dinner a-and i couldn't say no. You know how hard is for me to get a date these days, so I just blurted out the yes" he quickly said.

"Oh." your smile disappeared immediately, you were left with stunned expression and glossy eyes.

"Could we reshedule, sweetheart? Just this one time?" he nervously asked. To be honest, Steve really hated asking you that. He didn't even liked the girl much.

"Yeah, of course it's okay if we reschedule. i hope you two have fun" you stated, you tried not to sound like it was a big deal to you.

"You sure?"

"Yup, i'll see you later, goodnight" you hung up before Steve could have even replied.

Tears silently ran down your face as you made your way to the sofa with bucket of ice cream in your hands.

You were so excited to have this movie marathon with Steve. I mean, it was Steve who proposed the idea of having a movie night today and then he just bailed on you.

You didn't know what hurt more, Steve not showing up or Steve going out with some other girl. Yes, you liked Steve, more than just a friend.

You tried giving him a hint, that you liked him, but it was like he was blind or he just didn't care.

At this point it was like everybody knew about your feelings for him except for him.

So you thought, you'd finally tell him tonight and hope for the best. Unfortunately he didn't show up, so you were left with huge bowl of popcorn and a stack of movies.

You didn't bother to actually watch them, you went to your room, curled on your bed and eventually fell asleep with puffy, red eyes.

Steve's night wasn't much better. He sat through Stacy talking only about herself for hours. Not that Steve payed much attention, his mind was on you.

He couldn't get your quiet voice out of his thoughts. He knew, you tried to not sound upset, but he knew you like the back of his hand. So he recognized the hurt in your responces.

He felt horrible for going on this date instead of spending the time with you.

He could have been snuggled close to you on your sofa, listening to your silly comments about the plot and not sitting at the fancy restaurant with the girl he wasn't interested in. Especially, when the one girl he was actually interested in was probably sitting alone on her sofa, munching cold popcorn.

As soon as he could, he drove Stacy home and told her he'd had great time, but that he didn't think, that they were meant to be.

That got him a slap across his cheek, which was very understandable.

Steve immediately drove from there to your house. He didn't want you to be angry at him, he wanted to apologise and maybe, just maybe actually have the movie night.

He rang your bell once, twice and as he was about to ring it for the third time, you opened the door.

You looked... -not the best. Your hair was a mess, eyes droopy and a frown on your face.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on a date?" you silently asked, trying to hide how upset you were.

"Were you crying? I...-fuck! " the realisation, that you were crying because of him, made him cringe internally.

"God, i'm such an asshole. I'm sorr-"

"Steve, why are you here?" you interrupted him, arms crossed over your chest.

And the look you gave him, made him basically vomit the apology, " i'm very sorry for standing you up. I shouldn't have done that. I came here as soon as i could."

"Yup, you shouldn't have" you bluntly said and went to close the door. Steve's foot stopped you.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. It was stupid of me to go out with Stacy. Believe me i'm never doing it again " he dryly laughed as he thought about the boring dinner. But you were not amused at all.

"I'd rather be with my girl, sat on her sofa, watching some silly sitcoms, than going on a date with Stacy, hell with any other girl that isn't you ever again" the confession slipped out of his mouth easily and he froze up in dread.

"Your girl?" you looked at him in disbelieve.

"I'm not your girl" you scoffed with hurt.

"B-but you could be" Steve sheepishly said. He was in love with you for a while now. Instead of telling you the truth, he cowardly went on dates with other girls to get over you.

"Steve, this is just cruel of you" you looked so hurt and Steve was confused why you said that.

"What?"

"You can't go on dates with different  girls every week and then just have me believe, that you like me. That's not okay, especially not when you know i like you" your cheeks were wet again. Tears running freely over them and Steve's hands itched to reach for them and wipe them away.

"You like me?"

"Yeah, i thought you knew that" your eyes were on the ground, "everybody else knows. It's quite embarrassing, huh?" you still didn't look at him, so you didn't see the big grin that formed on Steve's face.

"No, it's not. I guess, i'm just too blind" he slowly neared you, " 'cause if i knew the feelings were mutual. I'd have taken you on all of those dates, not the other girls."

"You would?" you finally looked up at him.

"Yeah..." he stepped so close to you, that your feet were touching.

He finally touched your cheeks and wiped the tears away.

He put his forehead against yours, "I'm sorry again, pretty girl. I was trying to get over you by going on those dates, i should have just told you the truth. Forgive me please?"

You kissed him as a responce, catching him of guard. It took him a second to kiss you back, but when he did, you immediately melted.

He kissed you so soft and so desperately, that it made your knees buckle.

A good while passed 'till you pulled apart. You were grinning at each other like some idiots in love.

"Does it mean that i'm forgiven?" he teased you.

"No" you giggled.

"No? So you just kissed me for fun?" he gently poked you in the ribs.

"Oh shut up and come inside. We still have the movies to watch " you playfully pushed his chest away.

"Do you have the popcorn? Because i'm not coming in if you ate all of it already" he laughed at your glare.

"Kidding, kidding" he laughed.

"C'mon, it's cold out here and i can't wait to cuddle you" he said and hurried the both of you inside.

As soon as you both sat down, Steve pulled you to his chest and didn't let you go for the rest of the night.

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[topsytervy]

Valentine's Day ~ Topper Thornton

Blurb: Valentines Day with Topper

Word Count: 1,291

Warnings: swearing, mentions of period and period symptoms(very small and does that need a warning?), spelling/grammar mistakes, i think thats it.

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Topper tied up your hair for you as you sniffled. 

"It hurts so bad." You mumbled.

"I know sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head.

This wasn’t exactly how Topper planned spending Valentines with you but it's not like you could exactly tell your period to wait a day. 

Technically, your period was supposed to come next week but it decided to bring the misery early and day one always seemed to be there worst with cramps that felt as if someone had one of those squeegee mops and they were trying to get as much water as possible out.

But make it 30 times worse and with spikes instead of a sponge.

You squeezed your eyes together as another cramp came on, making you curl even farther into your fetal position as a tear slid out.

Topper lightly ran his fingertips up and down your back slowly,  hoping to bring some comfort.

"I'm sorry, Top."

You felt horrible for this. Topper had planned out an entire day for the two of you and you were in too much pain to move.

"Hey, it's okay, beautiful. It's not your fault." He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I just- you had all these plans and everything and it was going to be perfect and now we can't do anything you wanted to do and-and-" you felt tears fall down your cheeks and Topper was quick to scoop you into his arms.

"Don't even worry about it. At least we still get to be with each other today, right? I'll doordash us some food and we'll just watch tv all day. It'll be just as good as what was planned." Topper wiped at the tears that were falling as he held you, still rubbing your back. "What do you want today to eat, gorgeous?" 

You thought about your options before speaking. "Italian sounds good." You sniffed.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, pulling out his phone so he could start the order.

"Spaghetti and breadsticks." 

"Alright." Topper kissed the top of your head before starting the order.

He let you choose what to watch to some extent, telling you that anything sad was out of the question. You nodded and scrolled through Netflix, ultimately deciding to settle on The Great British Baking show so that way you didn't miss much plot if you ended up falling asleep.

Towards the end of the first episode, Topper was informed the food was here and excused himself to grab it before bringing it back to your room.

"You wanna try getting up and eating at your desk or do you want to stay where you are sweetheart?" Topper nodded to the desk that sat against the window.

You sat up, hands immediately going to your stomach at the pain that shot through your abdomen. "I'm going to sit at my desk. I'm not going to eat spaghetti on my bed."

You made your way over to your desk and Topper moved whatever study material was there onto your bed and then placed your food in front of you.

He handed you a fork and water that he snagged from the kitchen before coming upstairs and then sat on your floor, eating his own food as his eyes went back and forth from the tv to you.

"What's wrong?" You asked after a few minutes.

"Nothing, baby. I was just thinking about drawing you a nice, hot bath. Does that sound good?"

You nodded as you shoved a forkful of food into your mouth and Topper smiled. "Alright. Just let me know when to start the water."

You nodded again and continued eating, Topper and you exchanging comments about how good some recipes look and who you think was going to win and who you wanted to win.

Topper finished his food first and went out on a search for candles when you told him he could start filling the tub and set them in the bathroom before lighting them. He plugged in the little wax melter you had in there and turned it on to let the wax in there begin melting. He left the clothes and towels for you to pick out and turned on the water, adding your favorite bubble bath and making sure the water was hot enough to help you relax but not enough to burn your skin off.

"Alright, baby. Now you just relax in the tub for a while. I'll be right back." He told you as he finished your food. 

You nodded, not really bothering to ask where he was going but smiled when you saw the lit candles. You stripped from your clothes and slowly lowered yourself into the water, letting out a sigh as you felt your muscles relax. 

Meanwhile, Topper went up and down each and every aisle in the grocery store, grabbing every snack he knew you liked along with a tub of vanilla ice cream and a bottle of root beer for root beer floats. He stopped and grabbed some Tylenol and Tylenol PM for your pain before walking to where the store kept their flower bouquets and teddy bears for Valentine’s Day. He did one last walkthrough of the store before deciding he had grabbed everything and proceeding to checkout.

He snuck back into your room with a vase from the kitchen and everything he bought, minus the ice cream and root beer, and placed the vase on your desk. He took his water bottle and emptied it into the vase before putting the flowers in. He walked to your bed and layed out the snacks for you to see before sneaking off into the kitchen yet again.

You finally decided that it was time to get out of the tub. The water was getting cold and you had caught yourself nodding off once or twice and thought it was best to not fall asleep in the tub, especially when Topper had left and, as far as you knew, hadn't returned yet.

You pulled on your comfiest pajamas, including Topper's hoodie you were given one night when it had started to rain unexpectedly and you were wearing a white tee-shirt. That was before you two had started dating and you just kept forgetting to return it. When you and Topper officially started dating, you didn't really see any need to keep it stashed in your closet to return it to it's rightful owner. 

You walked out of your bathroom, tossing the dirty towel and clothes into the laundry hamper before looking at your bed. 

You smiled at the bear and snacks that were now on your bed and turned to grab your snack stash bin when you saw the flowers on your desk. You gasped slightly at the beautiful bouquet as your feet brought you over to where they sat, bringing your nose to the flowers to inhale their scent.

You hummed softly and looked up when you heard Topper enter your room.

"You didn't have to do all this, love." You told him woth a small smile.

Topper just shook his head. "I wanted to make this slightly more bearable for you." He walked over to you and handed you a cup. "Speaking of which, your root beer float, my love."

Your smile widened as you took the cup, bringing a hand up to cup Toppers cheek before placing your lips onto his for a short sweet kiss.

"I love you so much." You whispered to him.

"I love you just as much if not more." He told you before bringing his lips back to yours.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N/N." He pulled away this time, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Happy Valentines Day, Topper."

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[weird-is-life]

On my way

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: You call Steve in the middle of the night and drunk-confess your feelings for him

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol/getting drunk, pet names, use of y/n, fluff

Words: 1.5k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

"Steve! " you cheerfully slurred into the phone.

"Y/N, is it you? Is everythink okay?" Steve had no idea why you were calling him in the middle of the night.

"Everything is great, i'm at this part-"you hiccuped," party!"

Steve frowned," You are at a party? "

" Yup, near the Wheelers" you proudly sing-songed.

"Did you call me to just say, that you are at a party?"

"Nooo" you quickly argued, "i wan-wanted to call you to tell you, that I think you are very very handsome" you drunkenly giggled.

"What? How much have you drunk?" he was concerned.

You didn't even notice, that he'd said anything and continued on with your rambling , "And not just handsome, i wanted to say that you are so kind and sooo nice, you are always looking out for me. A-and that i love your hair, it's so fluffy" you giggled madly again.

He didn't know what to think of this. Like why were you saying all this to him now? "Uhh thanks? But y/n you feeling okay? Where are your friends?"

"I'm just a little dizzy and tired and i do-don't know where they went" you slowly dragged out the words out of you.

Shit, Steve had been worried about you before, but now it was like twice as bad .

You were at a party, drunk as a skunk, friends nowhere near you to look after you and you were apparently dizzy, aswell. And he could definitely hear the exhaustion in your voice.

"You should probably head home, yeah? Try to look around, do you see any of your friends?" he pinched the bridge of his nose.

It was almost 4 a.m. and honestly, Steve was half falling asleep, while standing up and half trying to make sure you would be okay.

You looked around trying to spot your friends, but you didn't see them and the spinning room wasn't helping.

"Noo, i don't see them" Steve sighed.

"Stevie, can you come get me? I don't feel so good" you pleaded and Steve shot up, suddenly very much awake .

"Of course, pretty girl. I'm on my way. Wait for me in front of the house, yeah? " he waited for your responce, before moving towards the car.

"Thank youuuuu Stevie. You are the best, i looove you. "

Steve breath hitched, he didn't expect you to call him so late in the night, but you telling him you loved him was a whole different story.

You were his friend, that he's had a huge crush on ever since he'd met you.

Sure, you probably just said 'i love you' in a platonic way, but still, it made his heart skip a beat.

"Be there soon."

Steve found you sitting on the side of the pavement, your head hid in your hands.

"Hey.." he softly spoke, so he wouldn't scare you.

"Hi" you gave him a lopsided smile, clearly not sober at all.

"C'mon, let's get you home" he gently pulled you up. You swayed on your feet, so he didn't let go of you just yet.

"I-I can't go home, told my parents, i'm sleeping over at friends" you stated loudly.

"Ugh, okay" Steve rolled his eyes at you, guess you were gonna sleep in his guest room.

He walked you to his car or more like carried you to his car. You rested your whole body weight on him.

Steve helped you sit down, put the seatbelt over you and then sat down to drive.

He looked at you and brushed your cheek affectionally, "if you feel sick, tell me yeah? I will stop the car immediately."

"Will do" you yawned.

"Okay."

The drive to his house was not long and surprisingly you didn't feel sick,  instead you fell asleep.

Steve was having hard time trying to get himself to wake you up. You looked so peaceful asleep, but he knew he couldn't carry you in the house.

"Y/N" he shook you by your shoulder, "sweetheart, wake up."

"Steve?" you half opened your eyes.

"We are here. Let's get you inside" you nodded, eyes closing and opening from the sleep and he smiled at you.

After he once again basically carried you to the guest room, he grabbed a shirt and a sweatpants of his for you to sleep in.

Steve put them on the bed next to you, "here. You should change into this, i hope it fits, it's the smallest thing i could find."

"Get changed, yeah? I'll be right back" you tiredly nodded.

He left you to change in private and went to grab some painkillers and a glass of water for you.

He knocked on the door and when you didn't respond, he went inside. He found you fast asleep, changed in his clothes. Your legs were hanging off   the bed.

Steve chuckled at the sight and moved your legs, so you would be fully laying on the bed and so you wouldn't fall on the floor. He covered you with the duvet and softly leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"Goodnight, y/n."

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You woke up, disoriented. You were in an unknown bedroom, that definitely wasn't yours.

You rubbed circles at your pounding temples as you tried to remember something from yesterday. Everything was pitch black.

Realisation of where you were, settled in, when you noticed some very familiar clothes on you and when you recognized the smell of them.

They were Steve's.

Your heart fluttered a little, at the thought of him.

How the fuck did you end up in his clothes and in his house?

You tried to recall again what had happened. The last thing you remembered was that you were at a party with your friends and then nothing. Your mind was blank after that and your head still hurt like a bitch.

You took the painkillers from the bedside table and drowned the water down.

Hesitantly, you stepped out of the bed and took a few steps. Your head hurt, but it wasn't spinning, so that was a win.

You followed the sounds coming from the downstairs and found yourself standing in front of shirtless Steve, he was making breakfast.

"Um, morning" you awkwardly cleared your throat and tried not to stare at his naked back.

"Oh hey, did you sleep well?" he turned his head to smile at you.

"I think so" you took a seat at the table, "What happened yesterday? I don't remember anything."

"Well, you called me, uh...-drunk in the middle of the night and asked me to come get you" your eyes widened.

"I did? Shit, i'm so sorry Steve. I didn't want to wake you up and bother you" you apologised.

"You could never bother me and besides you sweet-talked me into coming for you" he grinned at you.

"Oh no. What did i do?" you asked mortified.

"Apparently the drunk you thinks i'm insanely handsome, sweet and nice to you and..." he paused before he spoke again, uncertainty in his eyes, "and that my hair is amazing" he said after a few moments.

"Oh my god, that's so embarrassing. I'm sorry" you brought your face to your hands.

"I enjoyed your compliments, but it would be better if you wouldn't call me in the middle of the night to say them to me" he teased you and it made you feel even more ashamed. You did think Steve was all the things you'd said, but you would never tell them to him while sober.

"Stoop" you laughed with pink cheeks, "is that everything?"

"Yes" he said a little too quickly.

"Steve.... Don't lie, get it over with so I can finally die of embarrasment" you peeked at him from behind your hands.

"Umm you also said that you loved me... " he muttered and you laughed nervously.

Steve looked at you and saw your horrified expression. His mind started thinking too far ahead.

"You meant, that you love me as a friend, right?" he questioned, desperately trying to know the answer. Hoping you would say, it wasn't in a platonic way.

You didn't answer, only stared at him montionlessly, blank look on your face.

"Y/N, please say something" he pleaded.

"I-i... i didn't want to you find out this way" you sighed heavilly.

"Wait what?" he froze. Was he dreaming, because there was just no way that you said that.

"It's true, i love you" you murmured and closed your eyes. You didn't want to see his reaction. You were too afraid of his rejection.

"Are you being serious?" he asked, wide smile spreading on his face.

"I've been in love with you since i'd met" you confessed.

Steve swiftly took the steps to you and bent down to be face to face with you. He beamed at you, before he gave you a sweet kiss. Even if you were slightly shocked, you instantly kissed him back, that made Steve hum in satisfaction.

"I'm in love with you, too" he said against your lips.

"You are?"

"Yeah, i wanted to tell you, but i didn't want to lose our friendship, so I stayed quiet."

"We are both so stupid, we could have been dating for a long time by now" he chuckled. His forehead was pressed against yours.

"Yes, we are. I should have probably gotten drunk sooner" you giggled and he nodded with laugh.

"Do you wanna go grab a lunch later? With me? "

"Like a date?"

"If you want it to be" he winked at you.

"It's a date then. "

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[weird-is-life]

Why haven't you called earlier?

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve has a headache and calls you to come over to cuddle

Warnings: like one swear word, needy Steve, use of y/n and pet names, mentions of painkillers

Words: 0.8k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Steve felt like he was dying. He wasn't really dying, but the headache he had, felt like the literal death. So in his full of pain state, he called the only person that could help him. You.

It took him a lot of effort to walk to the phone, he had his eyes squinted, so he kept stumbling in the furniture on the way, aswell.

"Hello?" you asked, when you answered the call.

"Hi baby, it's me..." Steve breathed out.

"Oh, hi Stevie, is everything okay? We still on for the date?"

"I'm sorry, i won't make it today. My head is killing me so much, i can barely keep my eyes open. I'm sorry" he responded sluggishly.

"Your head?" you asked in concern.

"Umh" he hummed in agreement, he was too tired to speak.

"It's okay, i understand, we don't have to go out tonight. But still, i could come to yours, do you want me to come over?" you questioned. You wanted to take care of Steve. Sometimes he would overwork himself, forgetting to take a break and that often resulted in the headaches.

"Please" he breathlessly replied, he was desperate to have you with him.

"Okay, i'll be there soon."

You found the house in almost complete silence. The only sounds you heard were the soft snores coming from Steve's room.

His room was dark, curtains shut close. Steve was laying on his side, on the bed, cheek squished on the pillow. He wasn't asleep though, because as soon as you walked in the room, his eyes opened.

"Hey, pretty girl" he groggily said, rubbing his temples.

"How are you feeling?" you sat down next to him and gently brushed the hair away from his eyes.

"Like shit" he chuckled. His head was pounding badly, it felt like somebody hit him with a hammer.

"Why haven't you called earlier?" you suspected, that he's probably felt like shit since the morning.

"I thought, it'd go away and we could go on the dinner" he admited.

"Just call me next time, yeah?" you smiled at him," Did you take any painkillers, love?"

"Nope, i ran out. "

"Steve! You should have called me earlier. If i knew you were suffering this bad, i'd have come right away" you lightly smacked his arm and scoffed in disbelieve.

"Sorry?" he laughed at your frown.

"I have a few in my bag, let me just grab you some water" you wanted to go to the kitchen, but Steve didn't want to let you go.

"Steve, you have to let go off my hand, so I can actually get you the water" you chuckled.

"No, i don't want water. I just need cuddles from you and i'll be fine " he pouted and tried to pull you to his chest.

"You need to take some medicine and then you'll be fine. Just let me go get it, i'll be right back, i promise" you tried to convince him.

"I will die" he whinned and you couldn't help but to laugh at his neediness.

"You will die, if i don't cuddle you right away?" he was being ridiculous.

"Yes" he stated.

"Oh c'mon, you can wait for 1 minute" you swiftly managed to wriggle out of his hand and ran to the kitchen. You knew, if you hadn't done that, then Steve would have insisted on the cuddling and it definitely wouldn't help his headache.

"You're mean" he complained as you walked back into the room with a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, babe. But here" you handed him the pill and the glass "take this and you can finally get the cuddles you want."

He didn't protest anymore. He quickly gulped the water down along with the painkiller and then made grabby hands at you.

"You're so cute" you playfully pinched his cheek, teasing him for being so impatient.

"You promised me cuddles, sweetheart" he scowled at you, you laughed at him instead of giving him what he wanted.

"Ugh fine, fine. Come here" you finally gave up. The puppy eyes he gave you, convinced you.

You layed down next to him and he instantly put his head on your chest, wrapping his big hands around your torso. He sighed in content, when you started playing with his hair.

"Comfortable? " you raised your eyebrows at him, humor written all over your face.

"Very" he murmured into your tummy, which made you squirm under him, because it tickled you.

"I'm glad" you said with affection and caressed his cheek.

"Thank you for coming here, sweetheart " he tiredly spoke against your skin again. Your other hand, which wasn't in his hair, was running circles on his back and that was lulling him to sleep

"Of course. Now try to get some sleep, yeah?" you said and the only responce you got, was silence. He was already fast asleep.

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[weird-is-life]

Can we start over?

Pairing: Steve harrington x Henderson!reader

Summary: You really don't like Steve, in fact you hate him. Well at least, you used to. After learning about the Upside down, you find out, that Steve is not actually as bad as you thought he was.

Warnings: language, kind of slow burn at the start, st4 spoilers, mostly fluff

Words: 4.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

It was ceirtain.

You hated Steve harrington.

Why? Because he was such an asshole in highschool to everybody, including you.

He would laugh at you with his stupid friends whenever you were in the library, asking them to be quiet. They just laughed at you and kept being obnoxiously loud. Like i said, he was a jerk.

You heard, that he had changed, that he wasn't such an ass anymore. Your brother, Dustin, was one of those people, insisting that Steve was really nice now. But you didn't believe him, he hasn't even apologised .

You mostly tried to avoid him after the graduation, but that was kinda hard to do, after your brother befriended him.

You were forced to see Steve almost daily and he tried to have a conversation with you every single time.

You thought it was annoying and you didn't really talk back.

The thing you didn't know about was, that Steve liked you. He always thought, that you were really pretty and cute and so fucking smart.

But he thought, that he'd fucked up his chance with you by his arseholery back in highschool.

Altough he still had a tiny hope of you giving him another chance, so he talked to you, well, atleast he tried to talk to you.

It always went something like this.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing?" he would ask.

"Fine" you would say and stomp away. No even sparing him a glance.

He also wanted to ask you out, but he never had the courage to do so.

And he didn't know, that everytime he greeted you, you felt a wave of affection towards him go through you. Even if you've tried telling yourself something else, you knew that you liked him. So the best way, to not think about it, was to ignore him.

It was like this every time, until you came to the knowledge of all the craziness, that was in Hawkings.

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"Where do you think you are going?" you asked Dustin and followed him to the door.

"Uhmm outside?" he sarcastically replied, like it wasn't clear, he was going out.

"Like hell you are. There's some lunatic killing people and i'm supposed to be looking after you" you pointed out.

"Eddie didn't kill anybody" Dustin defended his friend. You noticed Steve's car parked in front of your house.

"Of course I know, that Eddie didn't do it. Eddie wouldn't hurt a fly let alone another person" you had been friends with Eddie before Dustin was. You were also a nerd in highschool , so it was obvious, that Eddie became your friend right away.

"So that's settled than, bye-" you weren't going to just let him leave.

"Nope. Eds not being the killer, doesn't mean, that there isn't one" he was so stubborn.

"Don't worry, i'm going with Steve" Steve waved at you with a huge smile at the mention of his name.

"And that's better?" you asked in disbelieve.

"Duh"

"Ugh fine" you rolled your eyes in annoyance,"but be back by 8 p.m. sharp, is that clear?"

"Yeah, i'll be here, thanks Y/N, love you" he exulted.

"Love you, too" you said back and than he quickly ran to the BMW.

"Bye Y/N" Steve said and again you just rolled your eyes and went inside the house. Steve just sighed in defeat and started the car.

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By 8 p.m. the worry was visible on your features. Dustin was suppose to be at home, but he was nowhere to be seen. Many different scenerios of what had happened to him, were playing in your head.

A phone ringing, broke you from your whirl of thoughts and you anxiously picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/N, it's me, i'll be sleeping over at Mike's tonight" you let out a breath of relief.

"You are a real idiot, do you know that? I was so fucking worried about you, you should have called earlier" you were relieved, but still very angry at him.

"I'm sorry, i didn't notice it was so late" he apologised.

"It's okay just, next time call, yeah?" your voice softened.

"Yeah, will do. Goodnight, i'll be back in the morning" he hung up, before you could say anything else. Typical Dustin.

"Was she angry?" Steve asked in the Wheeler's household .

"Yeah, but it was alright" Dustin shrugged his shoulders.

"Shit, Henderson, i told you to call her sooner. She must have been so worried" Steve sympathized with you. He could imagine the anxiety of not knowing where the kids where.

"She'll survive" Dustin said, like it was no big deal.

"You should be nicer to her, ya know, she is your sister" and i don't want her the be sad, Steve wanted to say.

"Whatever, why do you care?" Dustin gave him an annoyed look.

"I don't. I just don't think it's nice" Steve tried to get out of it. He didn't want Dustin to know, about his big crush on you.

"I know why" Robin smirked at him.

"Shut up, Robin" Steve glared at her.

"What's she talking about?" that got Dustin's attention.

"Nothing, just drop it" He didn't think, Dustin would just leave it be, but to his surprise he did.

Steve was glad for that, but it didn't stop the nagging worry for you. He hoped you were safe, safe from the danger that loomed above them all.

In the morning, Dustin came home as he promised, but only to get some food (basically he just took everything from the fridge) and to change his clothes. And again, you said, that he must be home by 6 p.m..

But, of course, when the clock hit 6 o'clock, he wasn't home.

This time, you called the Wheelers and when Mrs. Wheeler told you, the kids were not there, every other household of Dustin's friends, you even called Steve and that was a whole new extreme.

Nobody knew where they were. You didn't even want to think of all the things that could have happened to Dustin .

Like there were things in this town, you couldn't describe.

You were one of the smartest people in Hawkings for a reason, so yes, you knew, that whenever something happened in the town, it wasn't exactly normal. You didn't really believe, that Hawkings was cursed, but you understood, there was more to the story, than people were led to believe .

So you didn't waste a second, you took your car keys and went looking for them .

You spotted a very familiar car, by that i mean Nancy Wheeler's car, standing close to the Lovers lake, close to the Skull Rock.

Nancy could be with Dustin and the others or maybe she knew where they were,you thought.

You decided to go check out Skull Rock and then maybe try look around the lake for them. You took your backpack, which contained some food and bandages, and set towards the spot.

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".....so, Mordor it is" Eddie said and began to get up.

"Wait guys, do you hear that? Someone's coming" everybody stopped what they were doing, only Steve took a piece of wood and was ready to attack whoever it was .

"These stupid leaves, i swear to god if i found you Dustin i will kill y-" you emerged from behind the bushes and screamed as something almost hit your head.

"Jesus Y/N, what the hell are you doing here, i could have taken you out" Steve was surprised and slightly shaken up by almost hitting you.

He was very glad, that he managed to stop his swing before he could have hit you. It wouldn't have helped his situation with you, at all.

"Well hello to you too, Harrington" you glared at him and your eyes immediately set on your brother.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" Steve asked, but didn't get an answer.

"You" you pointed at Dustin, "are in so much trouble. Do you even know what time it is" you were furious at him. You saw him gulp, it was never good to make you mad.

"i had to lie to mom because of you and don't even get me started on the worry you caused" you took a deep breath before you said.

"Now. We are going home, come on" you expected him to go with you, but when he didn't, you stopped to look around.

Familiar faces were staring at you with looks of astonishment. None of them ever saw you get angry, like ever.

"He can't go, none of us can" someone finally spoke up. It was Robin.

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"We need to do something important " it was now Dustin who spoke.

"What important? Does it have to do something with the killer?" Dustin and his friends were always tangled up in some mess.

"I didn't kill anyone" another voice said. You didn't even notice Eddie standing a few metres behind you.

"Oh my god, Eds! I didn't even notice you" you immediately went to squeeze him a tight hug.

Steve felt jealousy go through him at the sight of you hugging Eddie. He folded his arms and stared at you two.

"You look horrible" you teased Eddie.

"Well, i've been on a run for a few days now, so I think that explains it" he joked, but you could see, the exhaustion behind his smile.

"I'm sorry about that. I know you wouldn't hurt anybody" you gave him a sincere smile.

"Thanks Y/N" he returned your smile.

"Well i hate to break this little reunion, but we need to go" Nancy said.

"Go where?" she looked around with uncertainty, clearly, she was thinking of a way to lie to you.

"Just for a stroll around the lake" Dustin lied. You knew, he was lying, you always knew, he was a terrible liar.

"Okay Dustin either you tell me what's going on or i'm taking you home" you crossed your arms on your chest.

"You are going to think, that i'm crazy and lying" he tried to avoid answering you.

"Try me" you said and he started to explain.

"So you know how so many bad things happen here, yeah? Well it's no coincidence-"you interrupted him.

" I know that, of course. There is something here, but i haven't really discovered what it is yet, i've been looking into it" that surprised everybody, including Steve. Steve didn't think you knew anything about the supernatural in Hawkings.

"Good, at least you'll believe me, when i say, that there is..." he started.

A few minutes later, you learned about the Upside down and so many fucking weird things, honestly you were a little lost in it all.

They told you, they were going to some gate, so you went with them.

You talked with Eddie on the way there, while Steve kept stealing glances your way every few minutes. He wanted to be the one, talking to you, instead he was stuck with Robin, who was talking his ears off.

"We are here" Dustin suddenly stopped in front of you and you almost fell, if it wasn't for a pair of strong hands, that belonged to Steve. You felt very warm at the places where his hands touched your body. But you quickly regained your composure and pretended, that nothing happened. Although your red face was telling a different story.

"Thanks" you muttered and stalked to stand next to your brother. Steve just awkwardly nodded without a single word.

"Why did we stop?"

"I think, the gate is under the water" he pointed at the lake.

"This just keeps getting better and better" you sighed.

"We should go check it out, just to be sure" Nancy said and that's how you ended up on a boat in the middle of the lake. When the compass went crazy, you stopped.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked as Steve began to undress.

"Somebody's gotta go down there and check this thing out" he replied, "Unless you four can top being a Hawkings high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then...It's gotta be me, no complains alright?"

"Hey, i'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there" you too didn't want to go down there. The dark water looked already scary enough.

What you didn't expect was to see Steve's naked chest. You had to admit he was really attractive. You tried not to stare at him, but Robin noticed the way, your eyes kept running away in his direction and smirked.

Eddie handed him flashlight and he jumped in the lake.

The waiting for Steve to resurface from the water felt like eternity, you actually started to get worried. Even got a thought of jumping after him. But thankfully, you didn't have to act on it.

"I found it" you released a breath, you didn't even know you were holding, when he finally appeared.

"You found it?"

"I found it, yeah, i found it" he swam to the side of the boat.

"Dustin you are goddamn genius" Robin got on the radio, but you hadn't heard back from them.

"It's pretty wild. It's more a snack-size gate, than the mama gate. But still, it's pretty damn big" he said out of breath.

You were about to ask him if he saw anything else there, but he was suddenly pulled under the water.

You all yelled Steve's name, but nothing happened. You heard Eddie's cursing and saw Robin and Nancy's scared faces. You were scared for him, too.

You knew you had to go help him, yes you still didn't like him, but you weren't gonna let him die. So without thinking, you jumped right after him.

You swam as fast as you could. When you spotted the weird red looking thing, you knew it was the gate and went through it.

The realisation of being in other dimension didn't really set in your mind, because you were running after Steve the minute you emerged from the gate.

You saw him laying on the ground. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw, he was being attacked by some kind of bats.

You and the others instantly went to help him. The bats were trying to bite you, but your only worry was Steve.

You and Nance tried to kill the bat, that was choking him, but it was not easy. After what felt like hours, it let him go and Steve killed it.

"Steve, are you okay?" you asked him at once.

"Well, they took about a pound of flesh. But other than that, yeah, never better" he gave you a small smile, which, to his surprise, you returned.

His wounds looked bad, but before you could say anything, you had to run in the woods to hide from the bats.

You hid under the rock, until they went away.

"Oh sh...shit" Steve almost fell.

"Steve!" you immediately came to help him, Nancy right by your side.

"I'm okay, i'm okay" he assured you, but he definitely wasn't okay.

"No, you are not, he is loosing blood" Nancy said and you agreed.

"C'mon, sit " you helped him down. It was like the minute you saw him get hurt, your hate for him disappeared.

"We need to clean it up" in that rush you forgot to put you backpack away, which you were thankful for now.

"I have a few things that can help " you took out the bandages and also an antiseptic spray.

"Why do you have all this stuff" Steve chuckled.

You looked at him and blushed. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, when his naked chest was literally centimetres away from your face.

Steve thought, that you were so freaking cute, when you were blushing.

"Well...uhm..i was thinking of the worst ever possibilities when i went to look for you guys" you answered.

"This is gonna hurt" you stated as you sprayed the spray. And assuming by his expressions, it definitely did.

"You alright? " he had his eyes squeezed shut, so you were a little concerned.

"Yeah yeah, i'm alright "

"Don't pass out on me, i will not drag you out of here" you joked.

"I won't, don't worry" he laughed, but put his hand on your shoulder to steady himself .

"You are great at taking care of wounds " was that a compliment from Steve harrington?

"Well, you know how Dustin is. Always in some trouble,ending up with bruises and cuts or whatever. I learned how to do this, thanks to him being so clumsy " you quickly spoke.

"I guess, i should be thankful for that" he winked at you and you almost dropped the spray you were holding. Why was he making you so flustered? It freaked you out.

After you cleaned the wounds, you bandaged his abdomen.

"Not too tight?" you asked him. It wouldn't be great if the blood wasn't coming to his legs.

"It's great, thank you Y/N" he didn't expect you to follow after him, let alone take care of him.

You wanted to go to Nancy, but he caught your arm.

"Why do you hate me?" he looked at you with pained eyes.

"Are you seriously asking that right now?" you were in wholeass another dimension and this was his concern.

"Yes, i need to know, because i think i'll go crazy if you won't tell me" he looked desperate. He wanted to know, why you always avoided him.

" You were an asshole to everybody, even to me in highschool "you let out a defeated sigh and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry, i know, I was a dick. I should have apologised to you. I'm sorry, " he looked you in the eyes,"but i changed, i'm trying to do better. If you gave me a change, you'd see that i'm not that bad" he was trying so hard for you to atleast consider giving him a chance .

"I-" you didn't know how to reply.

"So, uh , this place is like a Hawkings but with monsters and nasty shit?" Eddie interrupted.

Than there was talk about vines and getting guns, honestly, you weren't paying much attention, your mind was still on Steve's question and than you were walking to Nancy's house.

" Hey, you alright? " Robin came up to walk next to you.

" Yeah yeah, i'm fine. Atleast as fine as one can be in this situation" you chuckled.

"What about you?" you asked her.

"Same as you " she replied.

"You know Steve likes you, like a lot" she suddenly blurted out. She couldn't keep looking at Steve failing to get you to talk to him. She was gonna help him.

"What?"

"Yeah, i mean he likes you. He wants to go on a date with you that type of liking , not like he thinks you are nice liking . I don't mean to say that you aren't nice, you are, but i just want to say, that he has a crush on you and i've been watching him desperately try to get your attention. So I guess what i'm trying to say is to give him a chance. He is actually pretty okay" she basically vomited the words at you. You only had to giggle at her.

" Robin, it's okay, take a breath " you laughed.

" Sorry, sometimes i start to talk and don't know how to stop" she reddened.

"Don't apologise, it's alright. It happens to me sometimes, too. But do you really mean what you said about Steve liking me?" it didn't feel right, to think, that Steve liked you.

"Yup, he is also so annoying with it" she complained.

"Right"

"I know, he was an ass, don't get me wrong, he still is, but he has a good heart" she gagged after the last 3 words, "Sorry i'm not used to saying nice stuff about him. "

You bursted in laughter with her.

"But seriously please give him a chance or i think i'll kill him if i hear him say your name one more time" you wanted to argue that you didn't like him at all, but she saw right through you.

"I know you don't hate him, i saw you make eyes at him and don't even try to deny it" she was right.

"I'll think about it. Okay? " there wasn't much to think about, you were knew she was right.

You talked with her and Nancy for the rest of the way to the house.

The boys had a similar conversation as you and Robin.

"So what's the deal with you and Y/N?" Eddie asked Steve.

"What do you mean?" Steve was a bit confused by that.

"I mean you keep making heart eyes at her and she hadn't even hesitated to jump right after you in the lake " he explained.

"Wait what? Y/N jumped right after me?" you made it clear a lot of times, that you didn't like him, so he didn't get why would you go after him.

"Yup, it was like one second you were being dragged under the water and the next she was diving right after you" that took him by complete surprise. He was left speechless.

"If i were you, i would ask her out" Eddie added. Steve just sighed, he was trying to do that for a while now. Unsuccessfully.

"Dude, i've been trying, but she hates me" Steve argued.

"I wouldn't go in alternative universe, for a person i hate, would you? " Eddie pointed out and left Steve to thinking.

Maybe he was right, maybe you didn't hate him, but he still wasn't sure about the whole asking you out thing.

-

When you finally got to the house, you spread out to look for something useful.

You were downstairs with Steve, he took the living room and you the kitchen.

Everything was going fine, until a huge spider fell on your arm and you screamed bloody murder.

"Y/N, Y/N, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Steve came running in with wide eyes and took you by the shoulders to see if you were hurt.

"There was a spider, sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" he almost got a heart attack at the thought of something happening to you.

"Jesus, i thought that you saw Vecna or something" he laughed, but still didn't let you go.

"Don't laugh at me. This is serious matter" you looked at him with poker face before you broke into a grin.

"Ah yes, sorry" he grinned aswell.

"Now that i know, you are in no danger, i'll go" he was about to leave, but you stopped him.

"Steve, about the earlier" you took a deep breath, " I-i forgive you. We all did some stupid shit, that we regret. So we are okay " you saw today that he wasn't that douche anymore.

"And for the record i don't think i ever hated you , i just hadn't wanted to admit it" it was a little stupid to say it out loud but you would survive.

"Really?" he was stunned. Like being in the Upside down was one thing, but you saying that you didn't hate him was a whole new level .

"Yeah" you sheepishly admited.

He had no idea what to say to you. But his mouth worked it out for him.

"Wouldyoubewillingtogoonadatewithme?" he blurted out.

"What?" you didn't know if you misunderstood him or if he was really asking you out.

"Would you go out with me? " he said slowly this time. He was looking everywhere else but you and when you didn't respond immediately, he got concerned.

"I mean you don't have to, it's probably stupid. I think, i'll just go" he was about to leave, but for the second time that day, you stopped him.

"I will go, but under one condition " you cheekily said.

"Anything" Steve didn't think he could have been any more obvious at how much he liked you.

"You'll help me get back at Dustin, for stressing me out so much the last few days. "

"That will be no problem at all, " he beamed, "I'm always more than willing to prank your brother. "

" Okay it's settled then, if we get out of here, you can take me out on a date" and he actually cheered, like full on hand in the air in victory cheer. You couldn't help, but to giggle at him.

" What? Can't a guy celebrate finally getting a date with this really pretty girl?" he joked and your cheeks turned pink at the 'very pretty girl' comment .

"Are you flirting with me? " you went along with the banter.

"Yes, i'm flirting with you, i've been trying for a while now" he shyly scratched his neck," i mean, i've liked you since like forever" he confessed.

"Oh have you now?" you teased him.

"Yeah.."

"Well you are not so bad yourself" you admited.

For the rest of the time you spent in the Upside down, you kept exchanging soft glances and sweet smiles. You were looking forward to the date and Steve still couldn't believe, you actually said yes.

And of course Robin noticed it. She hadn't said anything, but she was going to make sure to tease Steve relentlessly about him finally getting the balls to ask you out .

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