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Tagged by @limonium-anemos ♡
nickname: Ira
height: 1,60 m. I think.
last thing googled: solo leveling antares (I was reading the novel and wanted to know how he looked like in the webcomic)
song stuck in my head: Lay All Your Love On Me, by ABBA. Yandere vibes...
followers: I try not to look at it, it gives me a headache
amount of sleep: sleep? what's that do they sell it on ifood
wearing: old oversized t-shirt of khr that I stole from a guy I dated
movie/book that summarises you: I don't think there's one? BUT I can name two books that I read when I was very young and definitely helped shape my personality/world view : His Dark Materials trilogy, by Philip Pullman, and The Inkheart series, by Cornelia Funke.
fav song currently: I Choose, by Alessia Cara. I blame this ORV animatic.
aesthetic: Oversized/comfy clothes, books, watercolor brushes, milkshakes, messy rooms full of stuff I didn't remember I had
fav authors: from fandom, MayMarlow and @terrific-lunacy
Not fandom: Diana Wynne Jones, Patrick Rothfuss, MXTX
random fact: I fried shrimps today for dinner. I burned them :(
Tagging (no pressure as always ♡): @chenziee , @cheshirecaine ,
@heart-cores , @nekophy , @hamstercheese7 , @frogdance ,
@kuro-ayame , @exrocist
#ok I didn't really steal the t-shirt#I just told him I liked it and he took it off on the spot and gave it to me#in a shopping mall#we weren't even dating anymore#men are dumb#but I do like the shirt#anyway#hi inya thanks for the tag#and hi dear mutuals feel free to ignore this#love yall bye#ira replies
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Prettiest Bitch
Description: you and Eddie have a special way of showing each other you care.
A/N: this is a real life fucking story of me and my partner lmao. Please like and reblog if you enjoy it sweetheart.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, mean Eddie and mean reader but it's just fun and games, reader is AFAB, female oral receiving.
Masterlist
900 words
Laying on Eddie's sofa, you bask in the warm glow of being near him. Your legs were draped over his as you rifled through a book that you were barely paying attention to. Eddie's hand is up your loose pyjama pants, tracing soft circles on the bare skin of your calf.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah sweets?"
"You've always got to be touching me, don't you."
"Suppose so."
You smirk, pulling his hand out of your pants. He whines like a child that just got his favourite toy confiscated.
"Why?"
"Dunno, I just want your skin."
Laughing loudly, you scoot closer on your knees, just shy of climbing onto his lap.
"You want my skin? That sounds so fuckin' weird."
Eddie drops his voice into an odd gravelly gasp, the one he reserves for goblin NPCs when he's DM.
"Eddie wants it! Give Eddie your skin!"
Before you can react he's pulling you onto his lap, hands wandering up your top and stroking hard at the exposed flesh.
"You dumbass that tickles! Stop!"
"Never!" He doubles down his efforts, lifting your t-shirt and blowing a wet raspberry on your stomach. You try to lean away but he has you trapped.
Finally wiggling from his grasp in a fit of breathless giggles, your rump bumps heavily on the floor.
"You're an idiot, Munson."
"Yeah? Well you like me, so who's the idiot now?"
"Still you!" You flip him the bird and he pokes his tongue out at you at the same time.
Now eye level with the coffee table, a leaflet catches your eye.
"What's this? Hawkins County fair?"
Leafing through it, you hear Eddie's chuckle.
"Yeah, just a bunch of farmers showing off the size of their pumpkins and shit, it's so stupid."
"But look!" You wave the ad in his face as he rolls his eyes.
"Dog show Eddie! Dogs! Look, they've got categories and everything."
He goes to steal it out of your hands but you hold firmly on, reeling off some of the different categories.
"Senior dogs… there's one for puppies that's cute… oh haha look, prettiest bitch! I should enter." You nod at him and his gaze softens, sinking down to join you on the floor.
"Oh sweetheart" his thumb brushes your cheek as you melt under his gaze.
"You're not pretty."
Gasping, your eyes snap back open to see Eddie rolling on the floor gasping with fits of laughter.
"Edward James Munson! Gonna make you regret that!"
You straddle him, fingers digging bruises into his sides, trying desperately to find ticklish spots.
"It was a joke! Come on sweets, you know I'm not ticklish there."
Grinning devilishly, you straddle him backwards, clinging onto his legs like a koala.
"Nope, but you are here!"
Your fingers tickle at his socked feet as he writhes beneath you.
"Fuck, no fair! Stop!"
"Never!" Your relentless onslaught continues.
"I will kick you in the head!"
"Say I'm pretty!"
"Fine! You're pretty, stop, stop!"
You finally relinquish your hold and clamber off him still giggling triumphantly.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Nope. That was really mean Edward." You huff dramatically, folding your arms over your chest.
"Kiss it better?"
You both use that phrase. It started off with kissing your knee when you fell, then you used it to comfort him once when some jocks had been particularly mean to him, then it just melded into your day to day life.
"OK."
His smile is wicked as he pushes you to your back, fingers hooking into your pyjama pants.
"The fuck are you doing?" Gazing down at him, he smiles sinfully as he pulls your pants down in one smooth motion.
"Didn't say where, sweets."
His tongue runs the full length of your pussy and runs around your clit in a smooth circle.
"Fuck, Eddie!" Hands make their way into his unruly curls as he continues his apology, suckling at your clit.
Thick fingers probe your entrance, gliding in to curl in that spot just like you like it.
"Sweetheart, you're the prettiest girl in this trailer."
Not giving in that easily, you pull his hair.
"I'm the only girl in this trailer!"
He laughs and sucks your clit again hard, making your back arch off the floor.
"OK," he practically breathes into your cunt, "the prettiest girl in Hawkins?"
"Better."
"Fine, the prettiest girl in the fucking world."
"OK, oh shit, oh you're forgiven!" Moans replace words as he fucks you hard with his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to release.
"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm gonna come, Eddie!"
He presses the flat of his tongue against your clit hard as you ride his face into a searing wash of ecstasy.
Releasing in a broken scream, you melt into a puddle. Moments later, a very smug Eddie hovers over you.
"You are the prettiest bitch" He says, pressing a soft kiss to your nose.
Too fucked out to argue, you pull him close and hold him. You'll get him back later.
@munson-blurbs @roanniom @eddiesprincess86
#ms gexy writes#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie fanfic#eddie fan fic
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hiii can i request russia, canada, germany and greece seeing their s/o wearing their clothes for the first time? good luck on ur finals :D !!
hetalia russia, canada, germany, and greece seeing their s/o wear their clothes
1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons / scenarios
tw: none!
a/n: holy shit tthis request is so old that its a new finals season :sob: guys im trying. ALSO idk how to write greece. but hopefully its ok
Russia
Ivan wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you wore his clothing. Like, he just never expected anyone to ever… want to do that?
Plus, if you’re any shorter than 6’ 5”, his clothes are more like blankets than anything wearable.)
Mornings at Ivan's house were always cold. His dacha had been built long before the invention of home heating systems, and he had always refused to modernize anything he owned.
So, when you finally woke up, you grabbed one of Ivan's jackets to keep yourself warm while you made breakfast. It was huge, on him and you, and lined with fur from animals killed centuries ago.
The house was quiet aside from the quiet sizzling of an egg on a pan. Or at least, it was until you heard the dull thuds drawing closer behind you.
In an instant, Ivan wrapped his firm arms around you, picking you up off the floor for a second.
“G-Good morning to you too,” You tease him softly. All he responds with is a quiet grunt, muffled as he buries his face in your hair.
“Should I make you something too?”
He shook his head, “You are too perfect to be cooking right now...”
“Aww, Ivan...”
”Please wear things like this more often...“ He mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.
”What, your things? Should I steal more jackets?“
“Yes... please...“ He said, and you could feel his smile, even if you couldn't see it.
He just can't get enough of you wearing his stuff. He thinks it makes you two look like a real couple. Then everyone will know that you're his (:
Canada
From the start of your relationship, Matthew had been trying to subtly coerce you into wearing his clothes. It's like, one of his main relationship goals.
So if you did it without him asking, his brain would fry.
“D-Dear, what are you- a-are you...?” Matthew's shaking voice makes it way past your earbuds, which you promptly rip out.
You turn away from your desk to face him, and his face immediately lights up.
”Sorry, I- I didn't have an-“ Is all you sputter out before you're interrupted by a hug that sends you tumbling backwards. He's warm as he curls around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
”Oh. Uh-”
“W-Wait, sorry... I- I didn't mean to um-”
“You're f-”
“No- I mean-” He pulls away, letting go of you completely.
“Math-”
“Sorry!”
“MATTHEW,” You finally manage to break him out of his stuttering state, “It's fine.”
He averts his gaze as he stands before you, awkwardly playing with his hoodie cuffs, ”I- I just really think you're um- cute in that...“
”Matt, it's just a hoodie.“
”Yeah but it- it has um... that...“ He points to the maple leaf pattern covering the hoodie. That makes you pause, looking up at him like he said something weird.
“It's just leaves.”
His cheeks immediately turn the same shade as the leaves on his hoodie, ”W-Well! It's better than stars and stripes!“
Seriously, anything that shows that you're showing him over America will make him go crazy.
Germany
Ludwig doesn't have a lot of casual clothes, so you're kind of limited in your “stealing t-shirts for pyjamas” options
And sorry to disappoint, but his stoic demeanour isn't getting majorly cracked even by that.
It was a rare occurrence for Ludwig to let you do anything around the house. He cooked the meals, he cleaned the dishes, he did most of the laundry, and the sweeping, mopping, and literally any other task that had to be done. So, in a moment you thought would never come, you were actually excited to be doing the dishes for him.
But, because of his disaster of a “modern, ergonomic” sink, that meant getting water all over your shirt. And seeing how you were wearing something nice for a date night with him, you only had one choice. Throwing on one of his torn and faded old t-shirts.
After a few minutes of washing the dishes alone, Ludwig took his place beside you, leaning against the counter and watching you intently.
“Yes?“ You prompt him, and he immediately looks a little embarrassed.
”Thanks for doing this.“
”You do this every night, so like, it's fine?“
”Y-Yes, but, I still appreciate it.“ He tells you quickly, before placing a hang on your shoulder. You turn off the water for a moment, plunging the kitchen into silence again.
Before you could register it, you were pulled closer to him.
“You should wear my things more often…” He mumbled before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Buy more normal person clothes then.”
Then he pulled away with a groan, “OK, the moment is over.”
Greece
Heracles probably didn't even notice until you said something. Anytime he's looking at you, your clothes are the last thing he registers.
”Oh, wait... uh- sorry,“ You blurt out once you look down and remember what you're wearing, ”I forgot to ask if I could...“
He looks over you as your hands fidget with the hem of his oversized t-shirt. The design said something in Greek, but all you could make out were the words ”FOOD“ and ”CATS” (It was more important that it was comfortable than stylish.) For his part, he looked completely disinterested in whatever you were saying.
“If you could what?” Heracles asks, his tone dry and tired.
“If I could wear your shirt...”
“Oh,” Then he glances over your direction, barely looking over his tea, ”Yes, I see that now.“
”Do you... care?“
”No.“ He says as if what you had just asked was as obvious as the colour of the sky. Despite that, it didn't seem to bother or excite him in the slightest.
He might find it a little amusing when his clothes don't fit you, but generally he doesn't care. He believes strongly in the idea that ”What's his is yours, and what's yours is his.“
Because of that, he'll steal your clothes too. And he might rip them. Oops.
#heta tag#hetalia x reader#hetalia imagines#ivan tag <3#aph russia x reader#hws russia x reader#matthew tag#aph canada x reader#hws canada x reader#ludwig tag#aph germany x reader#hws germany x reader#aph greece x reader#hws greece x reader#heracles tag
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Missed Connection Section of the NRC Gazette (Floyd, Leona, and Ruggie)
While cleaning the Ramshackle guest room, the prefect occasionally finds items that remind them of their guests. Sometimes that is because those items actually belong to them and need to be returned, other times it's just a happy coincidence. Either way, the item needs to be delivered, might as well invite them over again? Or just chase them down, whatever is most convenient.
notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, Yuu is implied to be short, based off the personal items you can find in the guest room and a line from Floyd's dormwear card, title inspired by a country song that has nothing to do with the subject of the fic. I got a request for the 300 followers event, but since it's closed and I had this kicking around for Floyd anyway I added the other two requested characters. If you liked this you can read my other fics here.
Grey Scarf
"Floyd." Azul has a boring look on his face, all grimacy and angry and not worth Floyd's attention. Unfortunately he is very close to his face making it a tad impossible to ignore. "Where is your scarf?"
"Dunno." He says. "I ain't wearing it."
"I can see that." Snaps Azul. "You need it for your shift, you look sloppy enough as it is. You scarf is a part of your uniform! How can you be so careless with it?"
Because it's ugly. Sure, it matches his dorm uniform kind of but his socks get to be a snazzy purple with a cute octopus pattern, why'd the scarf have to be such a boring grey? Rules are rules though, and he does need it to work so he drags himself back over to his room and starts looking around. Normally, he would just steal Jade's and wait tables until he figured it out and forced Floyd to take the kitchen off his hands, but Floyd really didn't feel like cooking today. He didn't feel like waiting tables either, but money was money and Azul paid well. Only if he could find his stupid scarf apparently which was nowhere he could see, and he was far from happy about physically looking. Jade opens the door as he's halfway through emptying his bedside drawer on top of his bed, alongside all the laundry he'd had scattered across the floor.
"Looking for your scarf?" Floyd throws a pillow at him which is quickly returned with a pointed look that dares him to escalate things further just obviously enough Floyd doesn't want to do it. Instead he falls face first into the pile of laundry and nick nacks he'd been sorting through, making Jade sigh in disappointment.
"'s not here." Floyd grunts, muffled by an ok smelling t-shirt.
"Have you tried retracing your steps?" Jade is saying it just to be annoying but it is ok advice. Floyd tries, he doesn't usually wear his dorm uniform outside of school stuff, so it would have to be somewhere on campus. He hauls himself up from the pile and shuffles past his brother, the walk out of the mirror and towards the main campus passing by in a blur. There's a vague memory of club practice, but that could have been from any day this week, and it's not like he wears it to classes. Floyd chews on his lip in annoyance, he feels like he remembers where the last place the scarf was, but his bad mood is keeping him from sorting through his memories intellectually. It also keeps him from looking where he's going, smacking him directly into a very tiny, very familiar looking person who pointedly ignores his angry snarl to shove something in his face. Something very familiar, very boring, and very clearly the only reason either of them had left their dorms this evening.
"Seriously," the little shrimp has to stand up on their tip toes to throw the scarf around his shoulders "you have got to stop leaving your things at my dorm!" He thinks they're angry. That would explain the look on their face, but it's making his heart do weird flips between his chest and his stomach that keep him from thinking straight. A smile finds its way to his face, wide and unbidden coupled with outstretched arms that can't catch them fast enough, like he's reaching through honey even though he finds his mark and tugs them thrashing into his embrace.
"Awww," the words that come out of his mouth don't really feel like his "was little shrimpy wooooried about me?" He should say thank you. That's what Mamma Leech would say, and it's not that he doesn't want to, it's just there's a weird weight to the words he can't quite figure out. Something that wants to be said, but not just yet. They deserve a better tone, a better mood.
"No!" Yuu yells, muffled by his squeeze and unaware of how struggling is only going to make his hold tighter. "You just always burst in and whine about being bored-" Floyd nuzzles his cheek against theirs, trying to ignore the pushing against his chest as he sets them down.
"It's ok little shrimpy, you don't have to be so modest. Good shrimpies get rewards, I'll make sure to bring you something after I get off work, make sure to leave the door unlocked for me~" Or maybe don't, he could find his way in anyway he's sure of that but there's something about the fantasy of them wanting to see him (it's not a fantasy, they've invited him over before he knows that they don't fear him as much as they should) after work that's going to get him through the shift. Maybe he'll ditch the scarf again and make them come running after him on purpose this time, he thinks to himself with an uncharacteristically gentle smile.
Grand Wallet
Contrary to what he would say out-loud, Leona does think that the Ramshackle Prefect is quite smart. You do not survive as a magicless student from a different reality without some flexibility and raw intelligence. The consistency with which they could pick up on things and see through concealed intentions demands respect. But, he supposes as he idly thumbs through his bill fold disappointed to find it just as thick as when he left it, they are also... he decides to go with nice. The concerned way they stare at him is nice, Leona likes positive attention. He just wishes it wasn't from the nicest person he knows, is it so wrong to wish he had some reassurance that there was someone willing to be only nice to him? There's an ugly sort of suspicion they might have refused to steal from him out of fear, he's certainly more of a threat to them than he is to Ruggie.
"Well I guess I owe you a reward huh?" They jump, not helping the accusation (unvoiced) that they're only doing this out of fear.
"No?" Yuu says, looking around them probably to make sure that bratty cat monster isn't within earshot. Leona doesn't care about rewarding Grim, this is between him and the prefect, not some gluttonous bastard who is half the reason he was expecting to be stolen from in the first place. "You- Just stop forgetting things at my place!" He smiles slightly at that choice of phrasing just as they cringe at it. It almost makes him sound like a normal guy, if a Prince was leaving things around someone's place that would invite speculation; and Leona knows better than anyone that speculation invites scandal.
"Real shame no one ever does things out of the goodness of their hearts these days." His voice drawls as embarrassment settles over their face. They look almost mouse-like, if they try to speak Leona just knows they'll squeak and they clearly know it too. "You're really twisting my arm here, pretty shameless, prefect." That does it, the deep breath they take does nothing but really accentuate the harsh contrast of the squeaking to their normal voice.
"I did not," Yuu is so mortified they can barely get the words out, if he can't be the only recipient of their kindness he will satisfy himself with batting them around in his paws until they can pull together some nerves and force him to stop "return your wallet just for a reward. It's yours it belongs to you and now it is back where it belongs. Which isn't my guest room on top of a fucking couch seriously Leona-" Mice still have claws, even if the dent they leave is just a little scratch to such a big cat, he finds himself pleased with the annoyance of Yuu finding their voice. "It was like you were practically begging to be robbed. What if one of the Leech twins found that huh? Would you be getting it back?"
"Only after I paid the finders fee." He can ignore the tickle caused by the unsavory image of an eel inviting itself into your personal space. "Which is what I am doin' now, you're demanding it remember?" He tunes his ears to their footsteps as he walks towards the cafeteria, content with how quickly they jump to follow. The typically steady beat of their heart is skipping in tune with the directions of their thoughts. Good, the mouse is smart contrary to what the trapped lion thinks, so let them; they'll realize the hold they have over him soon enough.
Empty Lunch Box
This was really starting to annoy you, but no matter how much you turned the whole thing over in your mind you couldn't figure out why. You had been tempted to try and ask someone about it, but you could already tell what the general reaction to the situation would be.
The "situation" being that simply put, Ruggie liked to hang out in your guest room. That wasn't the issue. You liked having Ruggie over, it's actually really nice. Sometimes he brings small projects from some odd job or another and you'll work on them together while having a chat. He likes to ask you things about your world, it started as just small talk about the sort of jobs you'd had in your world but evolved into much more meaningful talks about your hobbies and the family you missed. You had even had a lengthy conversation about death and the difference between cultural beliefs about where you go after you die. Yes it was very nice and domestic even but then you made the mistake of trying to be nice.
Ruggie liked to bring a lunchbox with him when he visited. Sometimes it had food in it, and while he hadn't shared it with you at first, but then you started talking about your families and he had slightly warmed up to the idea of sharing snacks. You hadn't taken anything from him until he explicitly offered, and when he forgot the now empty lunch box you had pulled some of your personal savings to get him something from the Mystery Shop. It was supposed to be a cute surprise for him to find when you returned the lunch box, and it worked. Granted you had intended for him to find it after he got back to his dorm, but he had sniffed it out as soon as you handed it over. His reaction was cute, he was cute, it was almost like he thought he was dreaming with just how excited he had been to receive some packaged pastries. When he came over later in the week and left the lunchbox again you had done the same thing. Fair is fair, he gets you jobs and shares his food and you give a little food back in return. Lately though something has been different. Ruggie has still been coming to hang out, he still brings work, you still talk, and he still leaves that damn lunch box. But he hasn't been sharing anything, meaningful; personal information or foodwise.
Maybe it was the death conversation. If you had revealed you were an orphan and that you never knew your mom to someone you had a crush on (not that Ruggie like likes you no matter how much you might might want that) you would be pumping the breaks too. But it still kind of hurt, it felt like a rejection of something that you knew hadn't existed in the first place.
"Y'know you don't have to give me stuff." Ruggie had come over today too, with shitty plastic garbage that needed packed into boxes. He's either read your mind or noticed you brought the remainder of the packaged goods out to snack on while you work. You try to asses him from behind your pile of card stock, he's overly focused on his task. Reflective maybe? He is almost pouting.
"I wanted to." You decide to stick with honesty, sure Ruggie might be sneaky but he deserves that much, doesn't he? "You share with me, I share with you. Fair's fair, right?"
"Right." Ruggie says, audibly disappointed to your confusion. You have never seen him so... gloomy over the concept of someone owing him a favor. Especially one paid back in food. "You do that for everybody, yeah?"
"Yeah?" You say, pausing in your work for just a second to try and collect yourself. Up until a few seconds ago you had been under the impression that had been one of your better qualities.
"So like," he isn't looking at you and his ears are saggy, tugging at your heartstrings painfully though just a tiny part of you is starting to hope- "if Leona left no that doesn't make sense. If Jack left his lunch box here and it was empty would you buy him a snack?" You think for a second.
"Did he share his lunch with me?"
"Yes." Ruggie's looking at you again, like he has a bone to pick.
"Maybe." You don't really have to think about the answer, as much as you like returning the favor Jack would probably just be happy to find his lost item and leave it at that. "If we were hanging out and he wanted something from a vending machine I'd spot him."
"But you wouldn't go out of your way to get him something?" Ruggie's stopped working now, he's really staring at you almost like he is trying to sus you out as if he hasn't been friends with you for a while now. As if he doesn't know more of your secrets than anyone else.
"I-" for some reason what you want to say gets stuck on your throat, maybe it's because Ruggie leans across the couch to get a bit closer to your face. Maybe it's because you are suddenly a lot more aware of what your little actions might have meant to him as your previous conversations play over in your mind "no. You're the only person I've really gone out of my way to get food for. Well except for maybe Grim but he doesn't really count..." You both let out sharp breaths, your eyes fall down to your work, hands going back to the task out of habit and desire to distract yourself.
shishishishi
Ruggie is silent and back in his perch across from you once your head snaps up to look at him. His small grin is intoxicating, his tail is swishing in pride like he's just won a great victory in some war you had no idea he was fighting. It is a smug look, too smug for someone who just put you through a few days of mental torture.
Maybe you'll make him some food next time, you'll see who is smug after that.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#floyd leech x reader#leona kingsholar x reader#ruggie bucci x reader#when i realized leona leaves his whole ass wallet at your guest room i screamed#the soul of ruggie bucchi became my stand#and we had a spiritual experience with the amount of horror we felt at the idea of a fucking PRINCE LEAVING HIS GODDAMN WALLET#WAS YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE IN THAT LEONA? EVER THINK OF THAT#FORGET THE CASH AND CARDS YOUR FUCKING LICENSE??? LEONA???
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Can I sleep in your bed?
Late at night...
Nora, wearing her pajamas, walks over to Jaunes's bed.
Jaune: *Sleeping wearing some yellow shorts and a black t-shirt*
Nora: *Whispering* Jaune...
Jaune: *Sleeping*
Nora: *Whispering a little louder* Jaune!
Jaune: *Sleeping*
Nora: Jaune!
Jaune: Huh! Wha?! Nora? What happen?
Nora: I can't sleep.
Jaune: Oh... did you have a bad dream?
Nora: *Nods*
Jaune: I see... Do you want to sleep in my bed with me?
Nora: *Nods again*
Jaune: Ok… *He makes space for her on the bed* Come, lie down.
Without saying anything, Nora gets into bed and snuggles into Jaune.
Jaune: Are you comfy?
Nora: *Nods*
Jaune: Ok, goodnight Nora.
Nora: *Quietly* Goodnight Jaune.
And nothing NSFW happen.....
Unless....
NSFW version with a little bit of sweet:
Nora: Jaune...
Jaune: Yes?
Nora: I still can't sleep.
Jaune: Do you want to talk about something to help you forget?
Nora: I was thinking of something... different~
Jaune: Like what?
Suddenly Jaune feels Nora's hands get under his shirt.
Jaune: *Surprise* Nora?!
Nora: You are very warm. Can I hug you?
Jaune: I guess?
Jaune watches as she moves under the cover of the bed. He doesn't know what Nora is doing, but he can feel his shirt being lifted. Then he unexpectedly feels two warm soft bags touching his chest.
Jaune: *Stunned* Nora, what is that?
Nora: You know… I... I have a crush on you.
Jaune: *Blushing* You do?
Nora: Yes, but I never knew what to do. But then I had that awful dream where I lost you.
Jaune feels Nora's embrace tighten.
Jaune: *Worry* Nora...
Nora: It felt so real, and I… *Sniff*
Jaune sees how she trembles and can feel her tears on his skin. He rubs her head and tries to comfort her.
Jaune: It's okay Nora, I'm here. Nothing happened to me.
Nora: I know but...*sniff*...I was so scared.
Jaune: I know...
Nora: Jaune...
Jaune: Yes, Nora?
She looks directly into Jaune's eyes. He watches her eyes carefully. It was strange to see Nora so vulnerable, and delicate. There have been few times that he saw her like this. But tonight this felt different.
Nora: I... I love you
"I love you", words that Jaune did not expect to hear from Nora to him. He never thought he had a chance with her, she is so energetic, strong and always so positive. She is the complete opposite of him.
However, those words did not leave Jaune's mind. Love, Jaune doesn't know if he really loves Nora. They've been so close that he doesn't know if the feeling he has for her is something romantic or platonic.
In his mind several memories appear, all about how Nora and he spent time together. Every story they forged, every joke they told, every tear they shed. It was the perfect friendship… but Nora didn't see it that way. For her it is the perfect love. So he thought very hard and he asked himself the question, do I love Nora?
Nora: Jauny?
"Jauny" a name that Yang once called him, and he hated. At first, it bothered him and he tried his best so that no one else would call him that. Especially that Nora didn't find out, but it was an impossible task.
One day Nora find out about his nickname and with her cheeky smile she says it. And instead of getting upset, Jaune felt butterflies in his stomach. It was... unexpected for him to feel that way, but it didn't feel wrong.
While Jaune was thinking about that, Nora moves a bit away from him and starts pulling down his shorts, along with his underwear.
Jaune: *Surprise* Nora?!
She begins to massage his member.
Nora: You didn't answer my question, so I thought maybe your body can answer for you.
Jaune: But this...
Nora: *Puppy eyes* You don't like it?
Jaune felt his heart pound. Nora continues to move her hands, as she and Jaune stare into each other's eyes. They steal glances between their lips and eyes, bringing their faces closer little by little.
Without realizing it, their lips touch and the two are carried away by the sweet taste. Jaune moves his hands to her waist and slides them until they reach her ass. He begins to massage it slowly, with a smooth but firm motion. Nora moans in surprise, but that doesn't stop her. After a while, they separate and catch their breath.
Nora: Jaune…
Jaune: Yes...
Nora: I want you. I want you inside me.
Jaune: But I don't have a condom.
Nora: I don't care.
Jaune: But...
Nora approaches his ear and whispers.
Nora: Fuck me please~
Jaune felt a tingle on his back, the sensation made his cock harder than usual. Without protesting, he takes off her pink shorts and underwear, and puts his cock between her thighs. Nora can feel the heat from his cock, making her excited about what's going to happen now.
Jaune: Nora, I-I want us to feel good together.
He moves Nora's leg a bit and tries to get his member inside her, but with no luck.
Nora: *giggles* Let me help you.
Without leaving the sheets, she gets on top of him, takes his dick, and guides it to the entrance of her pussy.
Nora: Here, now... *She slowly lowers her hips* ...slowly put it in and...
Without warning, Jaune puts it all in her with a single thrust.
Nora: OH FUCK!~💕
Jaune: I'm sorry! Are you okay?
Nora: I'm fine, just give me a moment.
While Nora takes her time, Jaune realizes that she is bleeding down there.
Jaune: Nora, is this…
Nora: My first time? Of course, dummy. Now stop talking and make love to me.
Jaune firmly grips her ass and he slowly moves his hips. Thrusting his long member of hers over and over again.
Nora: Mmm~ Just like that. Fuck~ I can feel your dick stretching me. Does my pussy feel good?
Jaune: Yes, I love it~ Aah!~
Nora: I'm glad. Mmm~
Jaune continues to move his hips, and Nora takes this opportunity to kiss him. She puts her hands on his face and guides him to her lips. Jaune gets excited by this, and turns her around, putting him on top of her while continuing to kiss and inside her. Nora looks at him with tender eyes and an adorable expression.
Nora: Jaune~
Seeing her like that and saying his name affected him wildly. He took her hips and starts fucking her hard.
Nora: Jaune!~💕
Jaune: Fuck~ (I want her! I want Nora so much! I... I want to Impregnate her!)
Nora: Oh Jaune!~💕 I can feel your cock deep inside of me!
Jaune: I love you Nora!
Nora: You finally said it! Aah!!~
Jaune: I love you so much!
Nora: I love you too! Oh God!~ I'm about to... Fuck!~
Jaune: Me too!
Nora: Let's come together!
Jaune: Fuck! Here it comes!
Nora: *Traps him with her legs* Give it to me, please!
Jaune: I'm... I'm...!
Nora: Do it!!
Jaune: I'm cumming!!!
Nora: Oh FUUUCK!!!!~💕
Nora can feel how Jaune lets out everything deep inside her. It's hot and too much, it's so much that a little came out of her. She just hugged him tight, still having her legs locked, holding Jaune in place. They look at each other and kiss passionately.
Nora: I love you
Jaune: I love you too.
Moments later....
The two of them are snuggled into each other lovingly under the bed sheets.
Nora: You sure came a lot.
Jaune: It's your fault, you're too sexy.
Nora: *Giggles* But you were too rough for my first time.
Jaune: I'm sorry.
Nora: It's fine, but next time be more gentle, ok?
Jaune: *Smiles* Of course.
The two kiss one last time, before falling into sweet sleep.
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Chapter 1: Three inches minimum.
(s.h. x gn!reader)
from the river to the sea (educate yourself and help however you can)
Warnings: y/n might or might not be used; no pronouns used (gn!reader); flashbacks within a flashback; suggestivenes (no smut); trauma; might be canon divergent in future (cuz screw the canon) ; very questionable food choices on readers part (don't ask me I have no idea why I put it in)
word count: 9.5k
A/n: alright gang! we start all over again and imma do this right this time. i really am liking doing this rewrite/revamp of the old stuff now that i know where to take this story. so ive added new stuff that i really wanted to and got rid of some stuff as well.
i dont write smut but this is an 18+ blog mdni
promises series masterlist
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Life in Hawkins was not a normal one. But then again, what did you know about the norm anyway?
You ran away from the Hawkins lab in 1980. Even after all these years, its memories still haunted you. You still got nightmares, they had never really stopped.
It was hard to forget, you in your dirty hospital gown, the cloth had still smelled of smoke. You had been lethargic, exhausted, but you had a goal in mind. Find Eight.
You didn't know where she was, but she was your best bet. In the lab, she was the closest thing you had had to a friend. she was your sister. She told you about what her life was like before she had been taken to the lab, she had remembered a lot from then, you on the other hand, didn't. she used tell you all she remembered from outside.
it had been so long since you had last seen her. two years. 1978.
“Come with me”, she had almost begged, holding your hands in her, “we’ll do all that we wanted to. We’ll be free”
You don't know why you couldn't do it then.
“Please. We’ll have names, we’ll find your real parents, we'll find mine, we’ll be together, we'll be free, that's what you wanted too, didnt you?” she swallowed, desperate, chest heaving. the alarms had been ringing through the halls. The clang of the heavy metal doors and boots stomping rang in the air— they were coming, Papa was coming. you were running out of time. you could run far far away. But you were stuck, your throat dry.
“I.. we can’t”, was all that came out. Your words betrayed you because Eight was right, it was all you wanted. It was all both of you wanted. More than anything. But in the heat of the moment, everything was scary, you were so damn scared.
Eight stared at you, she stepped back, your shaky hands slipping out of her own. The noise got louder, the stomps closer. The betrayal and confusion on her features quickly morphed into a stoic expression.
“Maybe he’s right.” she swallowed, shaking her head, “You are too weak”, she turned and started walking away. you wanted to call after her but nothing came out. she stopped– the guards were so close– she turned her head a little yet still not showing you her face.
“Goodbye, seven.”
You had to find her because despite what she had said, she was your only hope. two years later, it was a shot in the dark at best, but what other choice did you have?
you tried looking for her, but the void was nothing but emptiness, yet crowded as a maze. she wouldn't let you see her. She was hiding, or rather, just not letting you in. you just hoped she was okay.
You weren't sure how, but you managed to stay out of suspicion for a week before an old woman found you trying to ‘steal’ clothes– a jacket more specifically.
That's when you met Jim hopper.
“Ok, kid. How about you start by telling me your name?” a low gruff in the man’s voice. You stayed silent as you looked down to your hands in your lap, there was dirt beneath your nails. Water was hard to come across when you're on the run, especially in this cold.
“How about, where you're from, ‘cause I know you're not from around here” Hopper spoke up again. You pulled the sleeves of your full sleeved t-shirt further down, palms sweaty.
“Listen, kid”, he sighs, “ you’ve gotta give me something” you infact continued to give him nothing. you tuck your cold fingers under your thighs, trying your best to hold back the shivers. The ill-fitted t-shirt and joggers you'd found the day after you'd run away didn't do much in matters of protecting you from the cold. That was why you had tried to get that thick jacket. the very same you were caught ‘stealing’ that had brought you here.
“Mrs. Lauter wanted me to arrest you, y’know?” he tried to prompt you. you didn't look up from the tattered shoes you wore– they didn't fit you, they weren't yours.
“Hey!”, he raised his voice a little, your gaze snapped to his– eyes panicking. “look at me when I am talking to you!” he said sternly.
His gaze softened up along with his voice. “don't have to worry though. I got it under cover. Dumpster diving isn't much of an offense. But you gotta tell me where you came from so i can take you back home”
“No”, you finally speak up with a finality that he hadn't expected.
“Oh, so you do speak”, he leaned back in his chair, looking at you, analysing every detail about you. you avoided eye contact, your frame shivering, the dirt on your skin, your hair, “What's with the whole buzz cut, huh? Last time i checked, that wasn't what the kids were doing these days”
you wrapped your arms around your body, eyes still trained down. “C'mon kid you gotta give me something”, he huffed.
the only movement he got from you was you blinking down at your shoes. “Fine”, Frustrated, he got up, his chair pushed behind him, “then i guess you wouldn't mind being locked up in juvie then”
You looked up at him, eyes wide, brows knotted, not understanding what he said meant.
“That's little people jail”, realisation flashed across your face and he waited for you to say something but when you didn't say anything, he picked up his hat from the table with a deep sigh and moved to walk out.
Just when he was about to push the door to head outside his office, “I need to find my sister”, came a quivering voice behind him, your eyes finally looking at him.
There it is, he thought to himself.
“So”, he started, walking back to his chair, “this sister of yours. What's her name?”
“I– I don't know”, you stuttered, gaze moving back to your hands. You mentally berated yourself for letting it slip. you weren't even sure why you trusted him enough with that information, maybe that was just your 14 year old brain being stupid. you wondered what her name was now.
“You don't know? Your own sister's name?” he waited for an answer, leaning against the table, “what did I say about looking at me when I talk to you?”
You looked at him apprehensively, arms wrapping tighter around yourself, trying your best to not shiver.
He sighed again, voice low, “Listen kid, it's late. So I'd appreciate it if you gave some answers.”
No response.
You weren't sure why, but Jim was willing to help you. you lived under his roof for two weeks, during which he considered what to do with you.
Whenever he inquired about your past, he would be greeted with nothing but silence. He tried asking about the sister you mentioned– nothing.
He decided calling child protective services was the best choice but you knew that as soon as Hopper would make it that call, your Papa would be at his door– ready to take you back to the lab.
Just when he was about to do it, you had grabbed Hopper's hand before he could dial the number and made him forget all about it.
you needed time. you had to find your sister. and for some reason this man wanted to help you, for some reason you felt safe. you felt guilty, using him as just a means to your end. you promised yourself to not use your powers on him ever again.
Hopper didn't adopt you. He was aware that he was a drunk smoker and his place wasn't exactly the most child friendly place, filled with unprescribed medication that he popped like candy.
Hopper did find you the cheapest place in Hawkins, paid your rent until you could get a job, and even enrolled you into school.
Speaking of which– School was fun….. for the first five days– those five days you'd managed to stay invisible, making sure to not draw attention to yourself. But on the sixth day, you realised that you were behind, classes were hard, neither the students nor the teachers were kind.
So you'd get in fights, and the principal would tell you to call your parents and you would call over Hopper– him being the closest thing to it. Hopper would make you promise that you won't repeat your actions, but you would break that promise too.
Then the year 1983 came and Hopper came across the upside down. He instinctively hid the true story of the missing Byer's kid from you– adamant to keep you away from danger. not knowing that you had always been part of it.
You had taken up a job at a gift shop near melvalds. And were now finally making somewhat of an income to survive but now no longer in as much contact as before with Hopper. You were blissfully unaware of your troublesome past lurking only two steps behind you.
The following year, you somehow got roped into the madness of the upside down. When you found out about Eleven and her powers, and you couldn't lie anymore. You recounted your past with Hopper and the young girl who you shared a similar past with.
Hopper had forced you to stay with the kids at the Byer's house with a boy from your school year. Steve Harrington. You knew Steve, he was given titles like "the hair" or "king". Far more better than the titles you were given.
That night you both stood up against Billy, a rage-filled moron. When Steve was down, and he was closing in on the kids, you decided to step in between– shielding them. You had extended your hand, palm splayed across his chest. While pushing him away, you had tried to use your powers, control his mind, maybe just make him faint– you’d done it before. You had done much worse in the past.
Much to your horror, though– your powers didn't work, they were gone.
as soon as the realisation had hit, there had been a pause. Billy had looked at where your palm touched him and then back to your face. He had smirked.
The situation spiralled out of control. You then helped the kids with their plan sporting a broken left arm and dragging along a very concussed Steve.
At the snowball, hopper told you that he was planning on adopting both you and Eleven. Ecstatic, you dropped Eleven off to Mike so they could have their much earned time. Nancy, to whom you'd talked to once, was sharing a dance with Dustin. And Jonathan clicked everyone's pictures. You had decided it was better you wait outside with Hopper.
On your way out, you noticed a familiar car– looking in closely, you realised that it was Steve– his face no longer covered in scars and bruises. The sudden urge to go over, talk and maybe even thank him for helping you back there with the Billy situation. You looked over to Hopper, as if silently asking for permission to go over to him. After he had given a slight nod, you walked over to the car and knocked on the window. He cranked down the glass.
"Hey”, he smiled.
…
Eleven was out again with Mike. Hopper had left for the station and now you were all alone. No one to talk to. You found it ironic how you'd lived in loneliness almost all your life yet you still weren't used to it.
You didn't even want to bother calling anyone because literally everyone had gotten either a job or internship over the summer– Steve at scoops ahoy, Nancy and Jonathan at the Hawkins Post and- well you didn't have any other friends who were your age.
So here you were, in the quiet of Hopper's cabin– save for the chittering of the squirrel Eleven had named Mr. Fibbly. You were alone with nothing to do so might as well do some sort of chores. After racking your brain for what chore to settle on, you decided– Laundry, it is.
Your mind went on autopilot as you gathered the laundry from your adopted father's and sister's room. As you padded to the room with the washing machine, you felt a disturbance. Come to think of it, you had also felt something the night prior as well.
A headache, it was a much milder version of the headache you felt when you used to use your powers but you had lost your powers almost a year ago. So, you brushed it off as your mind playing tricks on you– which you found hilariously ironic, considering that it used to be you who used to play tricks on the mind.
As you unloaded the laundry basket, you felt something again. This time, it wasn't a headache but it felt as though there was a presence. Your actions stopped as the past year's memories came flooding back. The fear that those things could be back weighed heavily on you. Your heartbeat picked up its speed. You had almost been mauled by those demo-dogs, you were traumatised to say the least.
The whisper of wood creaking reached your ears and your throat went dry. Perhaps what's scarier than being alone is realising that you never were. but you're in the cabin, it's safe here. It's supposed to be safe here.
then you heard it again– another creak. You wanted to run and hide yet you also wanted to look at the intruder but your legs wouldn't budge, as if stuck to the floor.
When you finally managed to move your feet and turn around, you were suddenly engulfed in arms and a scent that you've grown all too familiar with.
"STEVE!", you let out a yelp as you turned around to face him, "YOU ASSHOLE! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!", you smacked his shoulder as he laughed but then atleast he had the decency to give you a sheepish smile and breathe out a quiet "sorry".
Before you knew it, his lips caught yours, heart still beating loudly against your ribs and lips moving with a rhythm that you'd now gotten used to.
Kissing wasn't really your strongest suit as you'd never really done it before Steve stumbled into your life but you'd gotten a lot of practice in the last seven days.
A smile crept onto your face as he kissed you deeper, his hand held the back of your head. Your hands dropped the shirt that you were holding back in the laundry basket and instead held his jaw as your thumbs rubbed against his cheeks– the skin warm under your fingertips.
"Missed you so much", he mumbled between kisses. Heat crept up your neck as you giggled through the kisses, "you were here yesterday."
"Yeah, so?", he pulled away– not too far though, your noses still touching, "i just wanna be with my favourite person." He planted another small kiss on your lips as if to punctuate his sentence. Another giggle erupted from your throat as he pulled you impossibly closer.
"I thought Dustin was your favourite person"
"Let's not bring Henderson into this, he's barely a person. besides, I'm not interested in kissing him"
Your hands went up to Steve's hair, fingers mindlessly playing with the brown strands that fell on his forehead. "How exactly did you get in?", you asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Same as always– your bedroom window", he said as if it was the most obvious thing.
“You didn't fall again did you?”
“What? No– no, I'm too agile for that”, he paused when you looked at him with raised eyebrows, "who am I kidding? I almost fell. again" he said as his head hung in embarrassment.
"you could've just used the main door– you know no one's home except me", you laughed.
"Where's El?"
"With Mike", you said with a slight scowl, "God, she's with him all the time and they're always swapping spit!"
"Bit like us, isn't it?", He wiggled his brows and you rolled your eyes, "just let her be– she's a kid. Y'know hormones 'n stuff"
"Yeah, I know– it's just– she's barely home and I'm just worried about her, y'know?"
"Yeah, and it's completely okay to be worried", Steve started drawing circles on your shoulder with his fingers perhaps to provide some semblance of comfort, "but you know that she can't always be here right?"
"But I am always here."
"you don't have to be", he frowned and slightly shook his head– looking right in your eyes. This wasn't the first time Steve had mentioned this. He would try to convince you to visit him at the mall, to which you'd mention Hopper's rules and that it was too many people. He would then ask you to come over at his house, since it was always empty, you would again say no– never elaborating.
"But it's like the only place I feel safe, since everything that happened…. Last year", that was only partially a lie. The truth was it was the only place where you had felt safe ever.
"Hey", he held your face in his hands, "those things are gone, okay? Your dad made sure of it." You nodded, choosing not to tell him about the apprehension you've felt in the last couple days– knowing full well that telling him of your anxieties would inadvertently lead to you having to tell him about your now non-existent powers and your past in the lab. The past that you've left behind and have decided to pass off as nothing but a bad dream.
You make a note to maybe tell Hopper or Eleven about all of that though.
A lazy smile adorned Steve's lips as his thumb swiped back and forth on your cheeks. "You look so cute when you're worried", he said with a smirk, as he held your chin with his thumb and forefinger. The smile on your lips grew wide, the corners of your mouth morphing into a suppressed smile. You wanted to say something, your lips even parted to tell him how much you think he's cute and handsome and pretty and how much you were glad that he was there with you but nothing came out. And he didn't need you to. He lifted your chin up to his and you were kissing again– this time more slower and softer than the last.
In that moment, when your bodies were pressed together, you felt like you were in one of those movies that you and Eleven would watch with Hopper on movie nights and then your father would leave around the 30 minute mark, saying that it was too 'awkward'. cheesy rom-coms, that's what he had called them.
Everytime felt better than the last with Steve. As your lips moved in tandem, his arms wrapped tighter than ever around your waist, slightly lifting you off the floor for a second. You gasped into the kiss and your hands slid down from his hair to his chest, laying flat above his heart.
"Steve-" you whispered in between kisses, "Steve I-", he just kept kissing you, "Steve- Harrington!-", you whisper-shouted. The boy let out a hum against your lips, the sound so warm that it was sure to melt you up into warm and happy goo. You almost wanted to give in to him, be engulfed in his scent and warmth while he kissed all your anxieties away. Yet you reluctantly nudged his chest away from yours. Your faces were merely inches away– his warm breath breezed against your cheeks and when your eyes met his, you saw his pupils dilated and lips swollen. His chest heaved a little as he steadied his breath– he was still staring at your lips.
"Steve, I have to do the laundry", you breathed out.
"C'mon you do that like every day", he huffed as he pressed his forehead against yours.
"Yeah, well there's new laundry every day", you begrudgingly moved out of his arms.
"That's preposterous."
"I don't even know what that means", you said with a laugh.
"Neither do I, honestly–", he said with a chuckle, "Dustin used that word and I was like 'I have to use it', so I can fool you into thinking that you actually have a smart boyfriend."
"C'mon you are smart."
"Only to you." He sighed.
“You have to stop talking about yourself like that…. I mean it, Steve." you frowned with a sigh. “You are smart"
"Yeah, that's exactly why I'm scooping ice cream for a job"
"Smartness isn't all about school or marks or jobs or any of that bullshit." You ranted as Steve looked at you with enamoured eyes, "you are smart. You are strong. Last year when everything went to shit, you were the one who made sure of the kids even with a concussion. You looked after them and me. You took Billy Hargrove's beating to make sure the rest of us were okay-"
"That's not what smartness is–"
"-shut up! I don't wanna listen to you putting yourself down." You huffed in frustration, "you protected Dustin, Max and everyone else, you saved me! You make such a huge impact– if it wasn't for you, someone could've died, Steve. But you were there, you made sure that that didn't happen. You aren't weak. And you are a hero. D'you understand?"
Steve nodded, almost dumbfounded as it was probably the most you'd said in one sentence, ever. a faint smile painted itself on his face, his cheeks rosy.
You nodded, “good”, pecked the tip of his nose. you turned around, facing the washing machine– getting back to laundry.
You picked up Hopper’s shirts, checking the pockets in case there were any bills or coins hidden in them– your only form of income. Steve once again tightened his arms around your torso, resting his chin on your shoulder– nuzzling into your neck. His warm breath fanned against your collarbone. “Don’t mind me”, his chest rumbled as he spoke through a smile. You let out a playful sigh and continued your work.
Both of you stayed that way for a while. You checked the pockets of shirts and trousers, separating colours from white just like Hopper had taught you. All the while, Steve landed lazy kisses on your cheek, neck and collarbone. You'd wish you could stay that way forever– so warm, so comfortable, so nice. Maybe it was the fact that it was your first relationship ever and had only now felt safe enough to think of someone in a romantic way but you wanted it to last forever.
Feelings were weird and hard to talk about, and you weren't the best at conveying them. The past week you've wanted nothing more than to tell Hopper and Eleven about yourself and Steve. But your communication skills (or lack thereof) prevented you.
Steve loved watching you just doing normal everyday things, it reminded him of his mother– back when she was around more. So whenever he was not at work or being used as a valet driver by Dustin, he was sneaking over to your cabin. Before you both started dating, he would call you– making sure that Hopper wasn't home and then come barging in with a new cassette tape or to make you try some new ice cream flavour. It took him a couple months to realise that he was essentially looking for excuses to be around you– to feel that lovely and fuzzy feeling that he felt whenever he was with you.
So, eight days prior, he finally built up the courage.
Staring at the wood grain of the cabin door, your favourite ice cream and some flowers in hand, Steve was starting to consider backtracking a little. He really didn't want to mess things up between you two. And as he knocked on your cabin's door, he was contemplating the entire thing but before he could turn around and disappear, the door opened. And there you were, in a plaid shirt that probably belonged to Hopper at some point, hair sticking up in places.
"Steve?"
"H-hey", His cheeks turned pink when your eyes met his and then your gaze trailed down to the flowers and ice cream held out in front of him. The corners of your mouth curving into a smile. That smile– the one he'd couldn't get enough of. "You didn't call today, hopper could've been here”, you said, looking back up at him. he wondered if you could tell how nervous he was.
"Yeah, sorry, I uh- I bought this", he held up the ice cream cup and then the bouquet, "and- and these f- for you", he stuttered as he handed you both. God, whatever happened to the harrington charm?
You let out a giggle as you hugged the flowers close to your chest, "yeah, well duh", you joked, not truly understanding the meaning behind his gesture. It was pretty common for Steve to bring you ice cream anyway, the flowers didn't make sense but then again you weren't the greatest at grasping social cues.
You turned on your heel, socked feet moving toward the kitchen so you could grab a spoon for the ice cream. Steve was still stuck, standing at the doorway, face bright red.
You started rummaging through the drawers in the kitchen to try and find two spoons. When you found them, you held the pair up in the air, one for him to take, “Here,” looking back up at him, you saw that he was already looking at you as if about to say something.
say it.
“You okay?” you asked, brows pulled together.
okay, maybe don't say it.
“Steve? Why do you look so–”
fuck it.
"I like you", Steve blurted out– like he was ripping a bandaid. You stopped in your tracks and stared at him, the easy smile on your face fell. He fucked up, didn't he? He has ruined everything, and now he has lost another friend–
You burst into laughter, “yeah, I know Steve. I like you too." you playfully hit his upper arm before holding up the spoon again, "Here.”
the utensil still stayed in your hand, the deep furrow in his brow hadn't disappeared, only, it grew deeper.
"What?" you asked with an uneasy laugh.
“That not what I… meant”, he paused, "I- I like you."
You blinked, processing it, all that came out was, “oh.”
He calls out your name. He let out a deep breath, you however looked like you had forgotten how to breathe. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, mentally berating himself for being so nervous– it was a first for him.
you looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, he could almost see the cogs and gears turning in your head. after a few seconds you spoke up, “We’re… we’re best friends...” your voice barely a whisper.
Steve swallowed, trying his best not to show any disappointment on his features, nodding slowly before before turning to rush out of the door and get the hell out of there.
“Steve?” he heard behind him and despite his mind telling him to leave, his heart echoed. he swallowed, turning around hesitantly. and there you were, hair still messy, clothes wrinkled as always, hands fidgeting by your sides, you looked as if you were preparing yourself to say something.
You walked towards him and as you stood infront of him, you gulped. but you didn't say anything.
next thing he knew your lips were on his and the moment after it they were gone. it ended as quickly as he felt it.
You looked at him with doe eyes, Steve knew he probably had the stupidest grin on his face. a shy toothy smile grew on your face too. he extended his hand to you, you took it and he realised that you were trembling. He squeezed your hand. His gaze trailed down to your lips, you bit your lips before speaking up in barely above a whisper. "I think... that I like you too."
Steve let out another exacerbated breath as he smiled wider. His face was all red, and his stupid dopey smile that probably looked as though he'd won a lottery.
He murmured your name through bated breath. "Yeah, Steve?"
"Can I- uh- do that again?", His fingers intertwined with yours almost as if to make sure that this was actually happening.
You nodded quickly.
Your eyes fluttered close as he landed a chaste kiss on your lips. Steve made sure that the kiss was light and soft, almost as if dipping his toe to test the waters. And before you knew it, it was already over. He pulled back eyes wandering over your features, looking to make sure that you were okay with this. You looked back up at him with your lips slightly parted– in an unreadable expression.
"You okay?", He asked quietly. You nodded, "yeah, you okay?"
"never better."
...
That was the start of something big, Steve knew that. Although it had only been a week since the incident, he knew he didn't just like you– there was way more. There was care, there was understanding, there was trust and more.
Memories swirled in both your heads while your hands worked on their own accord, still doing the laundry. You picked up Hopper's dirty uniform pants, following the routine of checking the pockets. Then you reached for the shirt of the pair in the basket yet it was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, Stevie", you piped up and he let out a small hum behind you. "Could you go and get Hopper's shirt from his room?"
"Sure can." He mumbled before pecking your cheek and then he went to Hopper's room to retrieve the shirt. He was back within mere seconds, "here ya go, your highness", he said, handing you the shirt that reeked of way too much sweat, cigarettes and beer.
You continued with the work, taking out the cigarettes from the pocket with a sigh. Hopper had promised that he'd quit smoking so much– guess he broke that promise.
Steve picked up the pack and took one in his mouth, searching for a lighter. You took the cigarette out from between his lips and the pack in his hand and threw it in the trash. "C'mon don't be like Hopper" you said with a frown, "he literally can't stay away from those."
“One smoke wont hurt. Besides I haven't smoked in more than a year now”, Steve said returning to his previous position of holding you, "don't wanna be a bad role model for the kids, I guess."
"Wow, now you really sound like a dad", you let out a chuckle.
"I'm not their dad", he groaned.
"So, mom, huh?"
"I wont kiss you if you keep calling me that", he mumbled behind your ear– a giggle erupting at the ticklish feeling and what was now an inside joke between you two. "Let's just stick with ‘role model’" you nodded.
"I'd say that they look up to you…. Especially Dustin"
".....Y' think so?"
You hummed in response. It didn't take a genius to notice the bond between Dustin and Steve. Sure, it was a bit out of normal to befriend someone five years younger than oneself but then again none of the circumstances they'd been through were normal. And ever since the previous year's events, Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson had developed a sort of brotherly bond.
"cool", he muttered nonchalantly.
Comfortable silence once again fell between the two of you. Steve drew circles on the exposed skin beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers leaving sparks along the surface. In all honesty, you wanted to drop all your laundry and just let him hold you, kiss you.
You and Steve had only been together for more than a week at this point– only going as far as kissing. You were still incredibly new to all relationship stuff, so Steve (despite being quite a horndog) had given you plenty of space. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe– and you were grateful for that. However, it was hard to ignore the attraction you both felt for each other. In ways both emotional and physical. Hopper hadn't ever truly given you the birds and bees talk, so you were a little clueless in the process of it all. Yet you knew that you felt something when it came to Steve Harrington. Something that you've never felt before.
You put in the last shirt in the machine, with the detergent and started it. You turned around in Steve's arms as you wrapped yours around his neck.
His hair was short of a mess, but it was still a pretty mess and stray strands bounced against his forehead. You both were so close that you could count all the moles and freckles on his face. Your gaze ran over all his features, taking it all in, engraving it to memory. Because you didn’t want to forget about the slight pinkish hue of his cheeks, the small bump on his nose that might’ve been the result of being hit a few times too many, or his lips. His soft, pink, warm, yet slightly chapped lips. The very same that had been on yours just a bit ago. Your proximity even allowed you to see the scars that the previous years had brought to him, they were small and barely noticeable now but they were there and you wanted to trace them and kiss them all.
“Y’know I would’ve called you creepy for staring so intently, if you weren’t so cute”, Steve smirked.
You tried to hide your face in his chest to hide your embarrassed features. He kissed the top of your head, mumbling a little, “you’re so cute”
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking….”, your voice tapered off as you tried to look for the right words.
“Yeah, what were you thinking?”
“Y’know… Thinking about... us?”
His breath hitched as the worst case scenarios started racing through his mind. Did you want to break up? Did you not feel the same? Were you going to leave? Were you-
"And…. I think that–", you gestured vaguely with your hands, trying your best to convey what you were trying to say without really saying it but Steve's mind was running a million miles a second. You could almost see the gears turning in his brain, and perhaps he was starting to understand what you were saying but still wanted you to say it out loud, "I'm y'know– Ready?"
"Ready for?"
"Y'know! Ready for…", you fidgeted with his hair, your eyes not meeting his, "Sex?"
"Oh." Steve let out a breath of relief as his concerns drifted away.
"If u want to, obviously", you quickly added.
"Oh, I want to but are you sure? We don't have to rush, and we won't do anything unless you're sure of it, you know right?"
"Yeah, I– I know "
"So? Are you sure?"
"I think so, yeah", you mumbled in the most unconvincing way, you really weren’t sure if you were being honest. Steve frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"How 'bout you sit on this idea a bit more, ok? And if and when you're sure then and only then will we do it, ok?"
You nodded, shoulders relaxing. "Can I still get a kiss, though?"
"Of course your highness", he murmured with a smile as he leaned his head to kiss you. Your hands went to his hair again and his went to hold your cheeks. He held you so softly as if you'd break if you were to slip out of his hands. His palms helped in tilting your head sideways so he could kiss you deeper. But before you could continue, there was a knock at the door. You both immediately moved away as a reflex.
"I thought you were going to be alone", Steve ran his fingers through his hair to fix his brown locks.
"It's probably El", you reason while fixing your own hair, "Please hide in my room?"
"But–"
"Steve, if she finds out about us she'll tell Hopper, and I wanna tell him myself please?"
"Ok ok, Jesus."
"Thanks", you mutter before landing a quick kiss on his cheek and then jogging to the front door of the cabin. There you are met with the faces of your little sister and her boyfriend.
“Hey guys! You are–”
“We’re late, we know”, Mike huffed out, annoyed.
“Yeah, so late”, you hadn't even noticed that they were late.
“Are you mad at me?”, Eleven looked at you with such puppy-dog eyes that your heart immediately melted– you could never truly be angry at El. Mike however-
“No, El. I’m not mad, don’t worry”, Eleven grins at you and then hugs you tightly– squeezing you mercilessly. Suddenly, the young girl stills. When she pulled away, you noticed that her eyebrows were knitted together– her eyes were roaming around the cabin as if looking for something.
"What's wrong?"
"There's something– I felt something" she spoke with a cautious tone as she walked to the middle of the room– next to the coffee table– looking for any signs of the upside down, demogorgons or demo-dogs. You weren't the only one traumatized, Eleven perhaps more so than you– not that it was a competition. The girl had single-handedly fought interdimensional monsters multiple times already and she wasn't even fourteen yet. The hair on her hand arose in goosebumps, "there's something in here."
Your mind went back to the previous night and the uneasiness you'd felt. You'd chalked it up to your imagination and anxiety– there's no way they were back– but what if they were? Eleven sure as hell was feeling something and you felt it the night before too– it couldn't be a coincidence. Perhaps Steve Harrington was wrong. Perhaps those things are still out there, waiting for the correct moment to attack– ready to tear you apart, the moment you look away.
Eleven walked towards your rooms, Mike following behind her. The short-haired girl's steps stopped right in front of your room. The same room you'd felt that thing last night. The same room in which Steve was hiding. Steve.
Steve.
Uh oh.
"El– it's probably nothing–", you tried to stop her from discovering your scandalous affair but before you could complete your sentence, the superpowered girl used her powers to open the door wide open. Your gaze darted across the room– no Steve Harrington in sight. "See? told you", a sigh of relief left your lips, he had probably gone out the window, "its nothing."
But Eleven's posture was still stiff, she took careful and cautious steps towards your closet, eyeing the thing as if it was your poor hand-me-downs who she fought against the previous years.
"Eleven–"
Mike shushed you. Eleven moved closer to the closet, she braced her legs and held out her arm, ready to use her powers.
"El–"
Eleven yanked her hand and the doors to the closet flew open and from between your clothes emerged none other than Steve Harrington– in all his messy hair glory. "Woah, woah woah woah!--" His back slammed against the wall and he let out a pained grunt.
"Steve?!" Both Eleven and Mike questioned.
"hey", he whimpered.
"Oh god, are you okay?" You walked over to him, helping him stand up, checking for any bruises or signs of injury.
"What is Steve doing here?" Eleven inquired.
"He's here because.. Because I- I called him" he nodded along to you "I was kinda bored" you added
"And why was he hiding?" Mike interrogated with a cocked brow.
"Well—"
"I wasn't hiding—"
"El, you know how Hopper feels about people visiting the cabin", you fidgeted with the edge of your shirt, "he'd get mad."
Eleven knew. She knew how much convincing it took for Hopper to allow Mike to visit her at the cabin– it took him weeks. So she knew how you felt. "Okay", She nodded. She held Mike's arm and started pulling him to her room.
"Okay– uh— El, D'you need anything to eat or something?"
"Eggos!", she said over her shoulder.
"Soda f'me!", mike shouted back.
"Okay."
El closed the door behind her, let go of Mike's arm as she went to wipe the droplet of blood that was on her upper lip.
"So are (y/n) and Steve like, fucking?" Mike asked with a disgusted look.
"F–fucking?" She repeated, confused.
"Um— you know like…", Mike scratched the back of his neck, "are they dating? Like us?"
"I don't know."
"Cuz I'm pretty sure they are."
"Fucking?"
"uh..... Sure", he was going to regret teaching El that word, most definitely.
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"I think Wheeler might be onto us."
Steve was sitting on the countertop as you loaded the toaster with eggos.
"Of course he is– of all people—"
"I swear that kid hates me."
"I mean— you are his sister's ex so it's a little bit weird"
"Yeah, I guess"
You walked over to the fridge, taking out the whipped cream, chocolate and candies.
"Oh, am I about to witness the triple decker eggo extravaganza?"
"No. The eggo extravaganza is made specifically by Hop for when El is mad at him. This is the eggo spectacular sandwich", you state while setting down the ingredients, "my recipe!" You added with a proud grin.
"Wow, so I guess eggo is to El, what ice cream is to you?", He suggested with a small smile.
"I suppose."
"I wanna know the secret recipe"
"You can't! It's a secret!"
You both let out a laugh. the radio from Eleven's room started blasting "good old-fashioned loverboy" by Queen. Steve then hopped down form the counter, running his hands through his hair. He stood right beside you on the counter, knocking his hips with your— you returned the action. Giggling at your antics. The brunette boy started singing along to the lyrics. He brought your hand up to his shoulder and held the other one with his. His right hand rested on your back as you danced goofily. He started kissing you.
You pull away when the eggos pop up from the toaster. You quickly assemble two eggo spectacular sandwiches and carry the two plates to Eleven's room. "Oh shit— Steve? Grab the soda for Mike please?"
Steve took out a can of coke from the refrigerator, kicking the door close behind him as he followed behind you.
"And here's your eggo sandwiches!", You announced with enthusiasm.
"Here's your coke, man", Steve muttered without an atom of enthusiasm while tossing the can in Mike's general direction— the black haired boy barely managed to catch it. The boy looked at you and then Steve with narrow eyes as he opened the tab, he maintained eye contact while he took the first couple sips of the fizzy drink. Both you and Steve tried your best to avert your gaze.
"Uh– okay I'll be in the TV room if you guys need me", you uttered awkwardly before pushing yourself and Steve out of the room's confinement.
"God, I swear if Wheeler figures out about us, he will tell Will, Lucas, Max, and Dustin. And that kid won't ever shut up about it", Steve said— rubbing his face in frustration. "And if Hopper finds out about this? I am screwed!"
"Please Hop wouldn't do that", you stated, "and I'm thinking of telling him and El today, anyway."
"Wait, seriously?"
You nodded.
"You think I should be there?"
"No no no, I wanna do it with just them around"
"Oh, okay", he fixed his hair— gaze falling on the wall clock, "Oh, shit I gotta go" he pecked your cheek, "or I'll be late…. Again "
"It wasn't my fault last time and it isn't my fault this time either ", you commented behind him as he picked his jacket up, slinging it over his shoulder. He muttered a quick "bye" before he was out the door— off to the mall, to his job.
You let out a deep sigh— reminiscent of your old deadbeat job you had at the gift shop near Melvald's when you lived in the camp next to the Munson's. Although Jim had gotten you a place to live you still needed money, so you'd gotten yourself a job— wrapping gifts and bouquets for people. It would always flutter your heart when people would tell you and ramble a bit about their lives, then you'd spend hours filling in the gaps— wondering how the day turned out for them. You reckoned it was one of the reasons why you were so infatuated by the idea of love. Up until recently it had been such a familiar yet alienating feeling.
But now here you were! Sure, you were unemployed now, but you had a father, a sister and an amazing and beautiful boyfriend and you weren't alone. But the more you thought about it the more you realised that you were— alone, that is.
You still locked yourself in the cabin, telling yourself that it could be still dangerous— and you weren't willing to take a risk.
It wasn't always like this, there was a time when you would actually go out with Steve— sometimes to his house, sometimes to Dustins, or the arcade or anywhere. But ever since you graduated with Steve, you'd made rules for yourself. You won't leave the house anymore, it was too dangerous anyway. You quit your job because it was shitty and you didn't want people seeing you. And although you'd made those decisions, you still wished for a job, missing all the stories you'd make up about the people who visited you.
You spent the next couple hours going through a cardboard box that was filled up with all things Steve and you. Whether it be the graduation hat you wore, or the beer cans from when you got drunk for the first time, or polaroids of you both, flowers he'd bought you, and everything else that tied you two together.
A couple hours passed by, Jim made his presence known with a knock at the front door. You went up to open the door. And as you looked up at Hopper you noticed the bags and dark circles under his eyes— he looked tired and smelled of beer and cigarettes. "Hey, kid", he muttered through his bushy moustache. You let out a sigh and went in to get him some water.
"El back yet?"
"Yeah", you said giving him the glass, "in her room with Mike", you pointed towards the door with your thumb.
"Wheeler's here?"
"When's he not?" You rolled your eyes. The man handed you the glass back and took off his shoes and went into his room. He emerged out within a few minutes.
"Movie night?", He offered
"But El is with Mike."
"What about just us two, huh? Haven't done that in a while"
You agreed and before you knew it you were Cozied up in a blanket while hopper was on the lazyboy. You both watched a random movie while sharing chips, candy and soda. After about thirty minutes into the movie, you noticed Hopper was distracted, the muffled music from Eleven's room was in fact breaking your immersion too. He shoved a handful of chips in his mouth while downing some beer from the can. You turned your gaze back to the TV screen.
"Hey!" Your eyes averted from the screen to him who was now looking at Eleven's now shut door with seething anger. He got up quickly, shouting, "HEY! Three inch minimum! Leave the door open three inches!" He went for the locked door handle, "El? Open this door", he said with gritted teeth, "Open. This. Door—"
The door opened but El and Mike weren't kissing, they were just reading magazines. "What's wrong?", You tried to hold in your laughter at noticing that Mike was holding his upside down. Hopper clearly noticed too.
"Thank God, you don't have a partner," he said pointing at you, "I can't imagine another stupid, undeserving boy hogging up my child." You bit your tongue at his anger. There went your chance to talk about Steve.
It was 12:30 a.m. and you really didn't feel like sleeping. You'd been feeling the headache, again. You went to the kitchen, heading straight to the fridge— taking out the peanut butter jar and pineapple can. Right when you put a spoonful of the mixture in your mouth the light of the kitchen switched on.
"Why in the hell are you up so late?", Hopper interrogated.
You let out a loud yelp, cringing at the sound— the volume sure to wake up neighbours, if you had any. Through the three inch opening of Eleven's room's door, you could see that the light also turned on.
"What are you doing?", The man asked, tucking his gun in his waist belt— surely he had thought of your midnight snack sounds for an interdimensional monster's sounds.
“Nofhing”, you said through a mouthful.
Hopper had known you since you were fourteen, he knew it might've had something to do with a nightmare. “Did you have another one?”
You stopped mid chew, avoiding his eyes– a tell.
“Same thing?”
Before you could say anything, the door to Eleven's room creaked and the short haired girl slowly stepped out, said hair sticking up as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Everything okay?", She asked.
"Yeah, El shorry.", You apologised.
"Oh, it's okay," she said with a soft smile.
"It's not okay, what are you doing up so late?"
"I was Exshpanding my taste horizons", you stated, looking at Hopper like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"With peanut butter and pineapple at 12 in the morning?" He asked with narrow eyes.
"Please don't question my methods, Hop. I was hungry and wanted to try something new"
“How's that working out for you?”
“I... haven't decided yet.”
"I want to expand my taste ho- horizons too", Eleven imparted, struggling with the pronunciation of the new word.
"See? El gets me."
"Sure, whatever." Jim waved his hand off, "expand whatever, but you both better be asleep within thirty minutes", he ordered before going back to his room.
"Let's go to my room."
You and Eleven were lying on your bed now, covered in blankets. Much to your dismay Eleven wasn't a big fan of the food combo so you took her remaining portion too. Eleven looked around the room, eyes bouncing from one thing to another. It had dawned on you now that eleven had never been in your room for this long.
She got up from her place and picked up a brown teddy bear with a blue ribbon around its neck that was kept on top of your room's table.
"Oh, you found Mr. Arnold Bearenbearer"
"Arnold, w- what?"
"You can just call him Mr. Arnold", you laughed at the stupid name Hopper had given to the soft toy, "Hop gave it to me the first time I was here. I didn't have a place to live, so he took me in for a few"
"I remember being so scared that the bad men were going to get me or worse", you smile soon faded at the thought of the people from the lab and the amount of fear you had felt. "I'm sure Hop noticed and he gave me Mr. Arnold— I think he belonged to Sarah"
"Sarah? Hopper's daughter?"
You nodded with a hum.
"I don't know what it is about Mr. Arnold. It's like he has powers— just holding him makes you feel so safe"
"Mr. Arnold has powers? Like us?"
"Just like us— he uses his powers to help others who get a little scared or lonely, with a hug!"
Eleven gave the soft toy a tight squeezing hug and she visibly relaxed.
"He smells like you and Steve", she whispered into the fur of the bear.
"Yeah, well, don't tell this to anyone but Steve gets scared sometimes too."
"He does?", She asked with wide eyes as if what you'd told her was the most unbelievable thing.
You hummed "Everybody gets scared every once in a while, it's completely okay too." An image of Steve hugging Mr. Arnold tightly like a scared little boy flashed in your head. How he'd once visited you in the middle of the night with red eyes and disheveled hair-- saying he couldn't sleep because of the nightmares. You'd told Steve about Mr. Arnold and just an hour later he was asleep-- free from all the bad dreams.
Eleven came underneath the blanket with Mr. Arnold snug in her arms. She lied down on her side while you lied on your back. after a moment of settling in, she called out your name softly.
"Yeah?", You turned your head slightly towards her.
"Are…. Are you and Steve fucking?", She asked with the most earnest look.
"... what– what did you say?"
"Fucking?"
"D'you know what that word means?"
"Kissing and dating?"
"Who told you that?" trying your best to not laugh, El was a sensitive girl, you didn't want her to think that you were making fun of her– you could never.
"Mike told me."
"Of course he did", you mumbled to yourself before turning on your side— towards her. "Why don't you ask Mike what that means again tomorrow, huh?"
"Okay", she paused as if making a mental note to do so, "So are you and Steve….."
"Yeah, yeah we are."
"You're like me and Mike?"
"Yep."
"why did you not tell me or Hopper?"
"Steve and I have been together for like a week and I was planning on telling both you and Hopper today— but I don't think now's the right time y'know?"
"You will not tell Hop?"
"I will, I just need some time, okay? you know now, I'll tell hopper soon too, I promise", you really were tired of sneaking around, you wanted Hopper to know. tomorrow- you promise yourself. "Promise you won't tell Hopper till then?" its not like you didn't trust her but she isn't the best at hiding something.
"But friends don't lie."
"I'm not lying El, its keeping a secret. I'll tell him but I want to be the one who tells him. you know how I don't tell Hopper if you sneak off with mike without telling him or something like that–"
"So I don't tell Hopper?"
"Yeah", you looked at her with anticipation.
she looked at you, mulling over it before nodding and saying a whispered, "Okay."
silence settles over the two of you. you were almost asleep when eleven's voice saying your name brought you back to consciousness. "Does Steve kiss you?"
you cleared your throat, heat rushed to your cheeks, "uh, yeah, that's what boyfriends do."
"D'you like it?"
"Sure do."
"I like it too, when mike does it."
You hummed, you weren't really sure how to respond. Both you and Eleven fell silent for a bit. your eyes started drooping again.
you heard the girl say your name again, you hummed, "Yeah, El?"
"I think Steve's nice."
"You think so?", You smiled. she nodded in response, a smile of her own.
"... Do you think Mike is nice?"
"I don't really know him that well, but he seems nice, he really does care for you." you really didn't know how to feel about the boy. he seemed to really care about your sister, but you didn't know why, you didn't trust him. not in a he's-gonna-betray-my-sister kind of way but rather, i-don't-know-if he's-right-for her. but maybe you just needed to give both of them a break, they weren't even fourteen, for god's sake.
Your name was called again, you hummed.
“You're awake because you had a nightmare again, aren't you?” the sleepy smile on your face slipped, you looked at her. she looked at you expectantly.
friends don't lie, “...yeah", your voice came as all but a whisper, before the girl could say anything you quickly added, gaze back at the ceiling, "but i don't feel like talking about it right now.”
"Okay", she said, suppressing a yawn.
"Let's get you to bed okay?"
"Here", she wrapped an arm around your torso and mumbled into the pillow, "I wanna sleep here."
"Okay, 'night kiddo", You put your palm behind her head, playing with her hair, scratching her scalp lightly.
She let out a sleepy hum before breathing out a "'night" herself. You continued carding your fingers through her slightly tangled hair as her soft snores floated in the air— before drifting off to sleep yourself.
Hopper wanted to be resting but he also wanted his two kids to be fast asleep at a reasonable time. he was trying his hardest to be the best father he could be— emphasis on trying. So, thirty minutes after he'd found you in the kitchen, shoving pineapple covered in peanut butter in your mouth, he went to check both your rooms to make sure you both were back in bed.
When he saw Eleven's room empty, he felt the beginnings of anger rising in his head. He then looked through the three inch gap of your room's door and saw both you and Eleven cuddled up and sound asleep. Any amount of anger or worry simmered down as he noticed your calm and serene faces— both your gentle snores muffled by the quilt.
He felt a smile creeping onto his features. He then turned back towards his room— footsteps as quiet as possible and went back to slumber himself.
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A/n: i hope the time jumps weren't too confusing. if they were let me know! i'll try to explain them <3
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I’m sorry people keep comparing your AU to other AUs without giving anything else to go on! Just saying your work seems like someone else’s but then not explaining why or how would just feel like they’re not appreciating your work for its own creativity. :(
Every AU, even ones that come from a common base idea, are unique because they come from different people! In this case, the only AU I know of currently that’s even remotely like yours is still different because they made their NRC boys magical creatures and their medium is drabble fanfiction. Your AU is art based!
And your artwork is SO CUTE????? The art style you have just gives me the vibes of a watercolor painting… if that makes any sense at all??? I know you’re using a paper and pencil but I see your drawings and they just feel watercolor to me.
And I love that so much. They’re so soft and flowy and squishy and I just wanna hug them! 💜
For your AU, may I ask for a written list of what animals the guys are? I’m pretty sure I can figure most of them out by the reference picture you provided and by popular fanon choices, but I’d still like to confirm if that’s okay?
Plus, I can be dumb sometimes. 😅 So, having an official list made by the creator would be helpful! 😊
You said in your post you were upset with people mentioning comparable AUs without even linking them, so the AU I was talking about up there that is writing based is the house pet au by @/twst-drabbles. I hope this ask didn’t stress you out! It’s definitely not my intention!
I literally melted while reading this so sweetly.
I'm a bad yapper, but I'll try.
Riddle Hedgehog. because of the thorns he is wearing a jacket not a regular shirt or t-shirt
Ace Fennec. Just fennec. I don't want to explain it.
Deuce Blue Wolfhound. i like to think he used to be pretty aggressive in this au before too.
Trey Panda. he's just big and soft. but doesn't really like to be stroked too much.
Cater the Red Panda. they are just cute red and love attention not sure what to add
I didn't change Savanaclaw and Octavinelle animals so I'll skip them.
All the Octavinelle members live in a big pool that has an indoor entrance. i think Crowley just gave them the pool because he was too lazy to do the aquarium.
Jamil Rattlesnake. i didn't want to think too much about a particular subspecies of snake ok .;) he sleeps in the terrarium most of the time
Kalim Sea otter. his favorite toy is plastic colored shells. in fact he can steal anything that looks like a shell.
Vil Peacock. In fact, I've been thinking for a very long time about what else Vil could be besides a peacock and I haven't come up with anything. actually I'm not complaining. Sometimes he dives off the perch on Grim because he acts like an ass.
Rook the poodle. He's so abnormally hyperactive and the worst part is he's quiet.
Epel grizzly.
Idia and Ortho still cause arguments in my head they are the only ones I haven't drawn. Idk Idia could be a greyhound????
Malleus the dragon. in my head he just likes gargoyles and ice cream and strides with the sound of SpongeBob.
Lilia the bat. He's so affectionate and likes to brush his fur.
Silver Ferret. I knew he had to be a ferret when I saw all those videos where they are VERY hard to wake up.
Sebek the crocodile. he's so noisy and likes to stomp his feet and tail.
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A night at the carnival, one shot idea from @c0zmo-writes will be posting to ao3 when it's back up!
The car slowly stopped in the grassy field right at the gates entrance of the fair.
“Are you three absolutely sure nobody will suspect anything?” Chuck's gruff voice looked right into the mirror back at the demon and the two ghosts in the back seat.
“Are you really doubting me and scarecrows abilities here chucky? Ain't nobody gonna suspect we're dead” Lydia and Beetlejuice spent hours making the maitlands look as human as they possibly could. With a little help of beetlejuice's magic it worked!
Barbara had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing short overalls with a rainbow bright t shirt underneath. Her head wound looked like it was just a scar with a little bit of beetle juice.
Adam had his hair more “messy” than he enjoyed. Instead of hair sprayed to all hell it was fluffy and flowy due to Lydia and beetlejuices nagging. His outfit was as “sloppy” as he could handle. A t-shirt tucked into his dark blue jeans and a pair of vans Beetlejuice “borrowed” from the mall.
Beetlejuice looked clean for once. His sickly pale was now more brown and healthy looking, bright yellow eyes now a more calmed down amber. His horrid suit was replaced with a megadeth shirt with holes in the collar, a pair of black and white tripp pants and some spiked bracelets. Oh and don't forget the spiked pitbull collar he totally didn't steal from the neighbors pitty that 100% didn't have fleas. His hair was still that green monstrosity but more curled due to millions of years of grime and grease no longer on it.
Compared to his partners he looked the polar opposite.. Lydia on the other hand looked like his little twin. The same t-shirt, same bracelets but of course with a pair of ripped black shorts and her signature spider web tights.
“No I'm just- never mind. Lydia you remember you call Mr juice if you need anything?” Charles turned to his daughter and got a fast nod in response. “Mr juice, do you remember how to use a cell phone correct?”
“Yes yes I remember hurry up and unlock the door chuck!” He let out an over dramatic sigh as he reached over Adam and started pulling at the door handle. Charles rolled his eyes and clicked the unlock button.
Without much warning Beetlejuice climbed over Adam with a big grin on his face but soon it wiped away from him falling face first into the dirt causing Lydia to let out a cackle.
He quickly got up and wiped the dirt and rocks from his mouth trying to spit out as much as he can. He'd eat dirt anytime but not dirt that people have been doing god knows what on all night.
“Are you alright sweetheart?” Barbara's voice was soft as honey, putting a hand on his chest and shoulder. No matter the amount of attention he ever got from the maitlands they never failed to make his dead cold heart want to explode out of his chest.
“Ew your hairs all pink and shit” Lydia rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. “Language” Barbara Adam and Charles said in unison causing the teen to roll her eyes again.
“I'm going to put nair into your shampoo, “ he threatened. Of course he never would though. With a quick flip of the bird Lydia was off to go find her friends.
“Please Beetlejuice, make sure she's safe tonight” Charles' voice was quieter, more serious.
Beetlejuice gave a small salute with a big grin on his face. “Nobody's gonna hurt lyds chuck, if they do their hands are gonna get bit off” he chomped his teeth before grabbing the maitlands hands and running into the fair with them.
Charles let out a soft sigh and smile as the 4 walked in. “She'll be ok” he reassured himself and drove back home.
“Adam I will literally shower for a WEEK straight if you get on this ride with me” Beetlejuice pleaded, shaking Adam by the shoulders.
“You're suggesting the worst ride out of this entire fair! I am not going on that monstrosity of a ride!” He huffed and pushed beetlejuice's hands off his shoulders.
The ride Beetlejuice had been hinting at was called the zipper. One of the most dangerous rides a fair can legally get.
“Oh come on A-Dog look that attendent is a perfectly capable adult looking person! And besides, it's not like!-” Barbara put a finger to his lips shushing him since he was being loud. “It's not like you can die” he said quieter to calm Barbara down.
“Beetlejuice, that's a fourteen year old boy, I've seen him when we go to pick Lydia up sometimes and he's not even paying attention, he's vaping in the booth.” Adams' eyes narrowed at Beetlejuice.
“Ok yeah he has flaws but adammm” he whined moving his hands to Adams waist. “Please! I'll brush I'll scrub I'll eat ‘healthy’ shit just go on this with me!” He gently shook Adam again.
A light blush dusted across Adams face and he let out a sigh. “Fine- but if this ride breaks while we are all on it you're doing the full self care works for a MONTH” he looked Beetlejuice dead in the eyes.
“DEAL LET'S GO” Beetlejuice jumped a few times before grabbing their hand and pulling them to the line.
“I think I change my mind i can't i-” Adam immediately regretted his decision as soon as he realized the seat belt was just a chain that went across their bodies and that they hand to stand
“We'll be fine!” Beetlejuice grinned at him and held his hand a bit tighter.
Adam tensed as he heard gears whirring and he wrapped himself around beetlejuice's forearm Barbara giggling at the sight.
Soon the three were being tossed around, Beetlejuice's maniacal laughter rang through the fair, he was pretty sure Lydia could hear it too, wherever the hell she was. Barbara was laughing her own ass off as Adam just yelled about how hard he's going to force Beetlejuice to scrub his teeth as they started to float around in the small metal basket and hit the ceiling and walls.
After about 5 minutes of pure hell to Adam due to some of the teenagers demanding a longer ride it was finally over. Barbara and Beetlejuice stepped out looking perfectly fine but Adam stumbled out looking like he just had a one night stand. Glasses askew, his hair messed up and parted wrong, shirt untucked and he was dizzy to all hell.
“Your- your going to scrub your teeth for 5 minutes and use shampoo- oh dear” he fell into Beetlejuice trying to get his body to work again after being rough housed by an evil carnival ride.
Beetlejuice laughed and picked Adam up bridal style so he didn't have to walk, snapping his fingers and he looked fine again. “Anything you want sexy, thanks” he pressed a kiss to Adam's cheek.
“Oh can we get some food? I've always wanted to try those giant turkey legs!” Barbara smiled and hooked her arm around beetlejuices, already pulling him towards the mass amount of food trucks before he even agreed.
“Oh hell yeah babs!” He flashed her a toothy grin before letting her pull him to the food trucks.
After way too many fried Oreos, funnel cakes and an absolute mess of deep fried monstrosities, tacos, potatoes and a turkey leg they finished.
Beetlejuice let out a loud burp making Adam and barbs face cringe. “Holy shit I forgot how those made my stomach feel”
“Maybe you shouldn't have ate 5 of almost everything bug” Barbara said after swallowing the last bite of her taco. She didn't have as much as Beetlejuice, she had her turkey leg, three tacos and a banana split.
“6 baskets of deep fried Oreos probably wasn't the best decision” Adam agreed as he crunched on his ice cream cone. He only had a taco, a baked potato and his ice cream cone.
“Six baskets of Oreos probably wasn't the best decision” he mocked in a baby voice. “This stomach is a bottomless pit made of iron. I'll be fine it's jus some gas” he grabbed his root beer can and chugged it down before tossing it into the trash can near the table.
“Well now we're gonna have to wait a bit to get on another ride-” Barbara spoke and Adam smiled, the longer he didn't have to go on a ride the better.
“Hell no!” Beetlejuice shot up and slammed his hands onto the table. “I'll be fine! Now c'mon that spinny thing is calling my name-” he pulled Adam and Barbara from their seats and began to walk them over to this giant disc looking ride that spun called the ufo.
After a minute and 30 seconds of spinning him and Barbara stumbled out, Adam who insisted on sitting this ride out already had a plastic bag at the ready.
(EMETOPHOBIA)
“Holy fuck Adam you should have-” he gagged and quickly snatched the bag from Adams hands, puking into it.
Adam groaned as he heard the noise and looked away. Beetlejuice wiped his mouth and
(YOUR GOOD NOW!!)
Vanished the bag away.
“Ok, no more rides for you-” Barbara said in a worried tone.
Beetlejuice shook his body like a dog to get him back to full energy. “No, I'm fine! Just a few more rides babes-”
“Absolutely not, I don't need you doing that all night” Barbara sounded more stern as he stared into his eyes. The tips of beetlejuice's hair slowly grew pink.
“Fine” he said in a quieter tone as he cleared his throat and tried to calm himself down a bit. “There are plenty of games we can do” and like that his big cocky grin was back, dragging his partners to the games.
After easily winning (beetlejuice cheated every time) carney games Barbara and Adam had some smaller stuffed animals in their hands as they walked around.
Barbara was more behind the boys not paying attention until her eyes landed on a giant 7ft green and blue penguin. She gasped and stopped dead in her tracks, dropping her smaller stuffed animals as she looked at the thing in aw. “BEETLEJUICE” she yelled like she was getting murdered.
The boys had walked a bit ahead not noticing how far they had gone from barb, beetlejuice hearing his name being screamed he immediately went into fight mode, rounded fingernails turning into sharp claws and normal looking teeth turning into jagged spikes. He appeared next to Barbara glancing around.
“What? What happened, who where?” He asked quickly, wrapping an arm around her waist as Adam ran back to the two.
“That!” She pointed at the penguin with a bright grin.
“That?” Beetlejuice said in a confused tone, realizing there was no danger the claws and the sharp teeth vanished. “You screamed bloody murder because of that?” He was met with a nod.
He softly smiled at how happy she seemed to be just by looking at the penguin. “I'll get you it, gimme a minute babes” he pressed a kiss to her cheek and walked to the stand.
“Barbara what happened you ok?” He said a bit frantically.
“Yes yes I'm fine! Beetlejuice is winning me a penguin!” She smiled ear to ear and pointed at the giant stuffed animal.
“Barbara you really can't be screaming like that for a-” “WHAT THE FUCK?” Beetlejuice growled out.
Adam looked over and saw the roots of his hair slowly go red. It was just a simple game, throw a basketball through the hoop 4 times and you get a giant stuffie.
“This shits ridged!” “Listen man if you're just shit at the game you don't gotta complain about it.” “Your stupid fucking-” Beetlejuice paused at a hand being placed on his shoulder.
“Beetle it's fine I don't need the penguin-” it was Barbara, she looked a bit upset but her smile was still there. “I can probably get one off Amazon”
“Yeah but you want this penguin so-” he was cut off. “It's fine bug.. Really, let's just go get in line for the Ferris wheel before it gets too long.”
“Yeah man listen to your girl” the carney said with a yawn. He growled and shot a glare at the teenage boy before getting an idea, his angry expression softening. “Yeah fine- I'm gonna try one more time you guys go ahead.”
“Don't do anything stupid ok?” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, the red in his hair being replaced by a soft pink. “Wouldn't dream of it,” he smiled.
Once Barbara and Adam were out of sight he glanced around, nobody was really paying attention. He hopped over the stand and grabbed the worker by the shirt. “Listen you little shit your going to give me that fucking penguin or I'm going to give you nightmares so bad they are going to put you in a asylum.” He growled out, letting his voice distort and his human facade melt away on his face, cat-like eyes piercing into the humans.
The carney quickly nodded and beetlejuice let go of him, the worker scrambled to his feet and pulled the giant penguin off the hook. By the time the carney went to hand it back to beetlejuice he looked completely normal. “Thanks jackass!” He grinned and snapped his fingers. The hoops that had been pressed to ovals were now perfectly round and easy for people to win.
“I wonder what's taking him so long” Barbara thrummed her fingers against the metal gate that was forcing everyone into a line. “Maybe he got lost I can go-” Adam cut himself off at the sight of a giant penguin running towards them.
Beetlejuice lifted it over his head. “BARBIE DOLL! “ he yelled to get barbs ' attention. She gasped and let out a squeal at the sight. Beetlejuice in a surprisingly polite manner made his way to the front of the Ferris wheel line to them and handed barb the penguin. “Oh my god he's perfect!” She said with a big grin. The thing was huge, she couldn't even wrap her arms around it.
They had to leave their items near the front of the line since of how small the cart was unfortunately but they were all on the classic carnival ride now. It was a bit cramped but beetlejuice didn't mind at all. The maitlands pressed up against him. They were both still deathly cold but he swore he could feel some form of heat rubbing off on him.
“Thank you” Barbara said quietly as the cart slowly made its way to the top.
“For what?” beetlejuice pulled his arms out from between the maitlands and wrapped each arm around their shoulders, holding them tight, Adam a bit tighter because he could basically feel how nervous he was.
“For suggesting this, in all our years of living in winter river this is only the second time we ever went to this fair.” Beetlejuice was a bit confused on this, he would have thought they would jump on having a cheesy cliche carnival date every time they got the chance to but then again Adam was terrified of almost ever ride they had put him on even the kiddy rides.
“Well, you're welcome from saving you from having the most boring Friday night of your lives,” he smiled at both of them.
“It's kinda impossible to have a boring day with you here” Adam finally spoke, he didn't seem as afraid anymore once they reached the top. Adam's head rested on beetlejuice's shoulder and his left hand held the hand on his own shoulder, Barbara doing the same. The maitlands hands went to his lap so they could hold each other's hands.
Fuck if beetlejuice was alive his heart would have probably exploded. His hair was so neon pink it practically glowed in the night. He kept his gaze forward, looking down at the carnival's lights as the Ferris wheel came to a stop as they were atop.
“I love you guys” he blurted out. “I love you to beej” “I love you to bug” Barbara and Adam spoke softly.
God he never wanted this moment to end. With a little bit of demon magic the carnival ride of so tragically suddenly didn't want to keep working so it was going to be stuck in this position for a good 20 minutes now. The people in line would be waiting for a while but he didn't give a shit. He was there in a perfect moment with two of the most perfect newlydeads in the world.
#beetlejuice the musical#justinjuice#beetlejuice tour#beetlejuice broadway#beetlelands#barbara maitland#oneshot#fanfic#lydia deetz#adam maitland
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episode 2 commentary - Let Go of Me
major spoilers for show and books, swearing, me obsessing over lockwood's hands probably (edit: definitely, and George's)
why did I immediately think jellyfish
omg the flowers
Luce you really shouldn't have taken that
just like @demigoddess-of-ghosts said, why tf are deprac asking if there's anyone else there when Lucy is quite literally screaming 'lockwood'
"miss lockwood" and "lockwood's my partner" 🤭
"we called your mother" ok well her mother is a Bitch so that wasn't a good idea
"rest up until he's given you the all-clear" like fuck she's gonna do that
omg the flowers!!!
ooo spooky green lighting
omg the ghost lock victims ward 🥲
I would love to know what they were planning on doing with this scene actually bc I feel like it sets up some sort of ghost lock victim storyline for the future - maybe using them for science? idk I'd just love to know
oof lockwood's hands
just this whole scene of lockwood
hands
barnes is not fucking around lol
HANDS
HANDS
the way he sits back in the chair has me WEAK
THE JAW MOVEMENT
can you tell I'm going feral
George's lil run omg
George is so neurospicy I love it
George your posture needs sorting out my love 😭
"You're meant to say no, Lucy" well it's difficult to say no to lockwood when he looks at you with his beautiful eyes and smile and-
"I'd say like a house on fire" 😭
my poor baby looks so tired :( and he definitely needs a shower oh dear
I didn't think I would hear lockwood with his queen's English call someone 'mate'
I love that George just says straight up facts
"posh one who thinks he's god's gift" sounds about right
"his weird mate with zero social skills" also sounds about right
I love that they included the tapes for norrie bc actually it's a great way of adding to the narrative (bc we don't have any voice overs) and we get lucy's view on stuff
and we see her survivor's guilt too - "like how I should have helped you" omg 🥲 (excuse me while I go cry in a corner)
ruby stokes the woman you are
"no it doesn't, it looks like I cooked it in an active volcano" pfffft George I love you
"Andrew lockwood"
"girls are funny about baths" he's trying goddammit
HIS SMILE
"she's not unhinged" "you're hardly the best judge of these things" "you need normal people around you" "you really think you're normal?" your honour I love their friendship
"the world's mad, and normal never fixed anything" gonna make it my motto
"let me... sleep on it" BOY YOU DON'T EVER SLEEP
oh Luce
okay but these special effects are so fucking cool
hang on why the hell did Lucy go to sleep holding the ring
Jesus Christ that scared the shit out of me
ooo green lighting!!!
pfft goes to hold his hand to wake him up
HIS FACE WHEN HE WAKES UP OMG 😭😂
also: NECK and THE FACT HE SLEEPS WITHOUT A SHIRT
I love the disgruntlement of george
WHITE T-SHIRT LOCKWOOD
"trousers are for wimps" ICONIC
omg I love that we get to see George's Touch!!! also his hand??? brb gonna go melt
LOCKWOOD'S HANDS AND FOREARMS WITH THE CHAINS
FOREARMS
omg Georgie it's not a wasp I'm sorry
ARMS
I am dying how the hell did Ali manage to make his voice say "oh shit" like that
LOCKWOOD HAS A RAPIER I'm gonna faint
"I can't believe you stole a Source" GEORGE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK
yeah Luce call him out
"we need to destroy her source and move on. let her go" I have so much to say about this omgggg bc on the one hand the episode is called Let Go of Me and rn I'm 1/3 of the way through this episode and they've repeated those words in different ways so many times it's unreal. and then on the other hand (spoilers for the books) there's the way that Lockwood isn't doing this himself, because he hasn't destroyed the source in his house and let his own ghosts go 😭
omg George loves an experiment you can hear the joy in his voice
NOT THE WAY HE PHYSICALLY MOVES TO PROVE HE'S ON LUCY'S SIDE omg they're becoming friends even if they don't know it yet
ARMS
OH LORD THE HOODIE??? I wanna steal it
NOT THE WAY HE HANDS HER THE RING AND LETS HIS TOUCH LINGER AND LUCY DOES THE SAME OMGGGG
THEY LITERALLY JUST STROKE EACH OTHER'S HANDS I CAN'T TAKE THIS
his smile omg
ruby stokes the woman you are omg
lockwood's face omg he's so conflicted bc on the one hand he's worried but on the other he's trying to not say yes when she goes 'you love me don't you?'
lockwood immediately pushing her aside
HANDS
HANDS
lockwood you need to stop taking sole responsibility for things
the sadness in his voice when he says 'this place is all that's left of my parents' omg
"Jesus, lockwood, we're screwed!" yep (also the way George says it is so funny help)
HANDS AND RING
barnes isn't taking any shit omg
such an ominous phone call
George's prison outfit (I can't remember who called it that)
omg I want lucy's playsuit
PINK SOCKS
also lockwood get your shoes off the table you heathen
no bc I actually want her playsuit
HANDS
HANDS AND RING AAAAA
:3
HANDSSSSS
"not a braying gallery for bellends" George I love you
BOBBY!!!
Lucy going straight in with the hard facts I love her
omg the scoff
THE SIDE PROFILE OF LOCKWOOD IS KILLING ME
kipps is such an arse
THE STANCE HE TAKES WITH THE SPARE HAND AND UGH
AND YOU NEED A LADDER
the way he says "yes you do" has me in a chokehold
the sMIRK
"irrelevant prick" love it
when the mutual friend leaves and you're left with the one you don't get on with
George you might be a weirdo but I love you for it
Lucy getting the juicy gossip and immediately becoming besties with george
ok well your mum is a bitch
oh lockwood wtf are you doing
"he's a little shit sir"
lockwood why
he looks so proud of himself I can't help it
"you're our biggest asset" oh boy
the regret on his face oops
"my judgement's been a little off recently" yeah bc you just met the love of your life
ok but women with swords 👀 bonus points if they're angry
HANDS
pink socks again
barnes once again not taking shit
she is a child sir you can't just spring that on her
omg Lucy :((((((
"let me go" - is that another reference to the episode title I see?
"lockwood's a charlatan" pfft
DONT YOU TALK ABOUT MY LOCKWOOD LIKE THAT
"they always make the most boring, unimaginative moves possible, don't they" - it's giving Cameron saying that everything is basic
lockwood read the room (cab)
"You were brilliant" boy's in love
"can we talk about this in the car" *taxi drives away*
"you might be able to turn your feelings on and off like a tap, but I am drowning here, lockwood" 😭
"You know sometimes I just... I just think I'd be better off dead" oh Luce 😢
also lockwood's reaction to that omg he pauses for a while and is all glassy eyed and then: "I understand that"
never mind them I am drowning here (in my tears)
"We need you, and it's not because you're an asset" "why then?" "because... because you're..." *looks away and clenches jaw* "Lucy Carlyle" *smiles really widely (I feel like he was considering telling her his feelings)
"we can't let you go" ANOTHER REFERENCE TO THE EPISODE TITLE
"that's why I went on tv, silly" WHERE IS MY BUCKET??? I DONT KNOW WHY HIM SAYING 'SILLY' LIKE THAT PAIRED WITH HOW HE WALKS TOWARDS HER MEANS I NEED MY BUCKET BUT I HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE TO MELT A LITTLE
"We're lockwood and co. you, me, and George" FUCK YEAH YOU ARE
"please stay" 🥺 (anything for you my love)
"so you'd look cool" lol
greeeeeeen
"you're more of a liability than an asset, Lucy" HE SAYS WHILE LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES
oh Georgie
OMG HE HAS A PLATE OF BISCUITS AND A TINY GLASS OF MILK
GEORGIEEEE NO DONT YOU HURT MY BOY
green lighting!!!
"I'll take him" says boy with immense confidence
"can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house? one lump or two" *throws torch and misses*
HNNNNNNNN THE NOISE I MADE WHEN HE DOES THE RAPIER THINGY AND GETS INTO HIS STANCE AND TWIRLS THE RAPIER AND PUTS HIS HAND UP
AND THEN WHEN HE DODGES THE TORCH??????? SIR WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE THAT FINE DODGING A FUCKING TORCH?????
oh my god the still I paused it on to write the above comment is gonna make me pee myself with laughter 😭😂 I wish I could screenshot to show everyone
ooo I might be completely delusional but Lucy smashes the mirror with her elbow in this scene (and the camera pauses on it for a good couple of seconds) and then plays a part in smashing the bone glass later on??? am I delusional or am I making connections???
Georgie omg
LUCY PICKING UP HIS GLASSES!!! I love this omg I would be lost without mine
HEHEHE STAB THAT INTRUDER
fuck me that neck crack was hot (also could lockwood fuck me please?)
green lighting!!!
also how did I never notice the stairs were spirally?
George you are so funny and I love you
I AM SORRY. WHAT. EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS FIGHT SCENE AND STUDY THE WAY LOCKWOOD FIGHTS/MOVES THE RAPIER IN HIS HAND BECAUSE- I need my bucket holy shit
George hauling those chains around like it's nothing 👀
green lighting!!!
yeah you better run bitch
"we should have people round more often" lolllllll
lockwood can kick me-
"why are you making that face?"
"that's not your normal face, that's your 'I know something you don't' face"
sweaty lockwood
George's face when she pulls the ring out is so funny to me 😂
"you lunatic" *lockwood grinning widely* I love their reactions
aww let Georgie swear :(
#belle's episode commentaries#lockwood and co#lockwood & co#anthony lockwood#lucy carlyle#george karim/george cubbins#montague barnes#wade
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For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)
CHAPTER THREE: VIBE
The next day you find yourself with motivation to head to the gym. You bring yourself to your full length mirror and adjust your hair, slicking it back into a braid. Your outfit consists of an oversized t-shirt with leggings and sneakers. It's cold in Trost, so you grab your favorite jacket out of your closet.
At the gym, you spot Jean weightlifting with one of his friends. When he spots you, his face lights up.
"Hey!" Jean sets the weights down. "I didn't know you came here."
"The gym and I have a toxic relationship." You laugh, glancing at his friend.
"Oh, this is Eren." Jean steps back and introduces you to Eren.
"Nice to meet you. It's not often I see a woman willing to have a conversation with Jean." Eren shook your hand.
"Eren, you're a dick." Jean shook his head. "I'll let you get back to your workout. I'll see you tonight for dinner. I'm gonna text you the details after my lift."
"Sounds good." You smile, pulling your headphones over your ears. You start on the treadmill, catching up on social media posts and losing yourself in your playlist.
You watch your phone screen light up with a certain someone's name that you've had on your mind since you woke up.
LEVI: You're not home?
YOU: How do you know where I live?
LEVI: Answer my question.
YOU: Fine, but then you have to answer mine. Deal?
LEVI: Deal.
YOU: No, I'm not home. I'm at the gym.
LEVI: I know where you live because Google is free.
You roll your eyes at the text, but you can't help but giggle at his response. There should be red flags popping up right about now, but you quite possibly could be colorblind.
YOU: I'll be home in about 45 minutes. I have to get ready for a date tonight.
LEVI: With that corny ass kid?
YOU: Ding, ding. We have a winner.
LEVI: Are you exclusive with him?
YOU: No. This is our first date. You ask a lot of questions.
LEVI: I'm taking you out to dinner on Friday night.
YOU: Aren't you supposed to ask me, not tell me?
LEVI: I don't accept the word 'no'.
You set your phone face down on the treadmill and continue your workout. You catch Jean stealing glances of you while he's weightlifting with Eren, which you find cute. He's tall, taller than Levi. He's sweet and seems to be attentive. Tonights date should be fun.
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You stare at yourself in the mirror after you go through the outfit options your sister suggested for you. You open the camera app and take a picture of the final look, sending it to your sister. She 'loved' the photo, signaling that you're good to go. You're wearing an off the shoulder sweater with ripped jeans and ankle boots. Jean never told you what kind of outfit you should wear, so you went with casual.
You feel your phone buzz in your pocket.
LEVI: Don't let him in your apartment after your date.
YOU: Ok dad.
LEVI: Daddy is acceptable.
If you keep rolling your eyes so much, they might get stuck at the back of your head.
JEAN: Here's the address! I'll be there in about 10 minutes.
You send a thumbs up emoji and grab your car keys. A quick Google search shows that the restaurant is of Mexican cuisine. The atmosphere looks fun and you love a good taco.
The ride to the restaurant was short, about 15 minutes. When you pull into the parking lot, you're not sure what car to look for since you have no idea what Jean drives. When you look at the door, you see him leaning against the railing. He's holding a bouquet of assorted flowers and has a wide smile on his face.
"Thank you." You say as you walk up to him, taking the bouquet from him. "This place looks good."
"I love it here. I've gotten wasted in that booth right there." Jean pointed at the booth to your left, letting out a chuckle. "The food is really good though."
The date was low key but nice. You and Jean were able to get to know each other a bit more. What he does for work, which is a boring office job, his hobbies, what he likes to do in his free time, etc. It's very easy to talk to him.
But, you get more of a friend vibe from him. One thing about you is that you don't like anyone easily. It takes a lot of mental connection before anything physical can occur. You felt a bit disappointed that you didn't feel that fire for Jean.
Jean paid for the food and pressed his hand to your shoulder to lead you outside.
"Thank you for dinner." You turn to face Jean. "I had a great time."
"I did too! We should do it again sometime."
"I need to be upfront with you, ok?"
"That doesn't sound good." Jean looked down, rolling his thumbs together.
"I just feel more of a friend vibe with you. Which I'm not opposed to. I had a lot of fun with you, and you're hilarious."
"Are you seeing someone else?"
"What? No." You shook your head. "I wish I felt a romantic connection, but I don't."
"Thank you for being honest with me." Jean nodded, his mouth curving to a half smile. "I would love to be friends."
You smile and hug Jean. "Thank you for understanding." You kiss Jean's cheek before walking to your car. "Gym tomorrow?"
"I'll see you there." Jean waved.
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LEVI: How was your date?
YOU: Wasn't much of a date. I won't be seeing him like that again.
LEVI: Did he hurt you?
YOU: What? No. I just don't feel that type of connection with him.
You weren't sure why you were telling Levi this, but he just feels like a person you can tell anything to and he will understand.
LEVI: Oh.
LEVI: Sweet dreams.
YOU: Sleep well.
You press your phone to your chest and close your eyes as you think of Levi's face. His chiseled jawline, his stone grey eyes, the way his raven hair covers part of his face but his eyes still pierce through you.
You shouldn't feel these things for Levi. His attitude is abrasive, but you can't help but be intrigued by him. You think of his lips, the way they move when he speaks. His hands along with his long fingers. You think about how they would feel on your body. The thought of him touching you made your heart beat faster. Him touching you all over your body. Your face, your hands, your hips, your thighs...
It's time for bed.
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hi lovely, hope ur ok :) can I request skz reacting to their s/o being a metalhead? It's okay if you don't do it <3
SKZ Reaction To Their SO Being A Metalhead
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
A/N: Thanks for the request! I had no idea I had requests coming in as I most often check Tumblr on my phone and idk but it just didn't allow me to see them there. I'm slowly going to work through them :) I'm currently working on a cross-country move and preparing for grad school. Things might be sporadic, but I'm going to try and get most of the requests done.
Chan:
As expected, he's perfectly supportive. He listens to some metal himself, but certainly wouldn't consider himself a metalhead. He'd add a few of your favorite songs to his playlist and he'd keep an eye on any metal concerts coming to town. He would probably end up getting weirdly inspired, possibly even write a metal song just to make you smile. If it makes his SO happy, it makes Chan happy.
Minho:
He'll likely tease you a bit. However, you will also come home to merch folded neatly on your bed with a small note on top. Minho wouldn't mind if you listened to metal sometimes, even if he wasn't necessarily a fan himself. Though, he will jokingly create choreography for one of the songs you listen to most which never failed to make both of you break out into giggles.
Changbin:
Oops, you just inadvertently introduced Changbin to his new favorite gym music. Like Chan, the producer side of him listens to the technical aspects of the music and may even get a bit nerdy and explain them to you. He grows to be a casual fan and will definitely go to shows with you or listen to the newest album with you. And, of course, the two of you will regularly work out to a perfectly curated metal workout playlist.
Hyunjin:
For Hyunjin, this is an opposites attract sort of situation. It's not that he doesn't respect the music, it's just not his style. He has a few songs he likes, but ultimately it's just not for him. However, he loves seeing you get so excited and passionate about it. Hyunjin doesn't mind if you talk to him about the latest release or an upcoming concert. Perhaps the two of you will open each other up to new music.
Jisung:
Low key, he finds it hot. He tries to hide just how hot he finds it, but it's not difficult to tell. Jisung's favorite thing about you is how you have such as sweet, cute face, but your headphones are blasting metal. The juxtaposition was part of what drew him to you in the first place. Jisung tries to keep up on the latest news so he can talk to you about it and even buys a couple of metal band T-shirts for himself just so you will steal them.
Felix:
Honestly, Felix is pretty chill about it. At one point, he'll use his deep voice to mimic one of the songs and it then became a game to see if he could repeat parts of the song back to you. Normally, it started off with you being impressed and ended with a blushy Felix and the two of you giggling. Like Chan, he'll go to shows with you and loves to spoil you with merch and metal related gifts.
Seungmin:
Indifferent--or at least--it seems like he's indifferent. Seungmin never really showed interest in the music genre himself, but he did know you liked it and would subtly find ways to include it within your relationship and everyday life. He probably has some sort of spreadsheet that lists your favorite bands, songs, etc. He wants to make sure he gets everything right. Also, stalks your Spotify so he can add some of your favorite songs to joint playlists.
Jeongin:
Like Minho, he might tease you a bit, but ultimately it makes him all smiley and blushy when you get excited about it. Asks you to take him to a concert/show him your favorite album because he wants to learn more about the things you like/love. Also, get ready to up your metalhead style. Jeongin might even have a metal style Pinterest board queued up and will help you live your best metalhead life in style.
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So. Hi again. I'm bored and... so... part 2 ig. Have a lovely time reading.
RECAP: Remus told you that he and James were betting on something.
"Betting what exactly?" I ask.
"Well... nothing too bad-" I cut him off.
"Tell me." I look at him, and he blushes again. I roll my eyes. This boy, seriously. Blushes at everything. He clears his throat.
"Well, we noticed how close you were with Sirius, and James said that he would bet 50 galleons that Sirius told us first that he liked you. I said that you would, and I'm right." Moony said, and he made a face as if he was hiding something. He's so easy to read sometimes.
"Continue." I say.
"What do you mean?" I can tell that he's lying. I give him the mom look, and he sighs. "Fine. I may have also said that you're both intense chickens. And that Sirius is too much of a dick to say anything. And that you obviously love him-"
"What?!? I.. I-" I stutter.
"You love him. So obvious." He says.
"I... um.. no. Maybe. Kind-of." I blush and look away, staring at the very interesting lamp on lily's side table.
"Hm. Kind of? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, he's just.. Sirius. I do love him. So much." I confess. "But, he's so... out of my league. He's smart and handsome, has such a pretty laugh. His smile..." I grin dreamily. "He has such a sweet smile... and he love making people laugh. Everyone i see with him is always laughing at his dramaticness, or a stupid joke he's said for the fifth time that day." I lean back on my bed, my legs dangling off. "He also has a motorcycle and nice hair.... so that adds to the attraction too... but he's just not for me. He doesn't commit, he's been with more girls than I can count, and it hurts. A lot. Every time I see his hands on someone else, wishing he was with me... holding me, it sucks. So much. Why can't he tell I love him? What do I have to do to tell him?" I continue ranting about my love for Sirius, and Remus just sits there. Listening, patiently. He smiles, he didn't realize how much you really loved the Black boy. He frowned, and interrupted my speech.
"How long have you known that you've loved him?" He asks quietly. I look at him. And I think about it.
"Well, to be honest, I've loved him forever. Since we met at eleven on the train, but it was more platonic I guess. I just.. truly can't stop thinking about him. Like ever. Lily's sick of it. Apparently I talk to much about Padfoot... and she doesn't want to hear how soft his hair is again. Or she'll give Cocoa to James. You know, she's really been using that threat a lot.... maybe she hates Cocoa..." I trail off, still yammering about Cocoa and Sirius.
"Breanna." He says softly. I turn to face him, attentive.
"How long have you loved him not-platonically?" His face is really serious, as if it was life or death.
"Well... since, I guess third year, maybe? Its kinda blurred. I don't know when it started... but I made the realization last year that I love him. Is this an obsession?" I ask, not actually looking for an answer. We sit in silence for a while, only to be disturbed by Mr cat lady.
"Remus!!!! Wanna come play chess? I'm going to beat you!!!" James screams up the stairs. Remus looks at me, and I can tell he wants to go kick James's butt.
"Go ahead." I smile, pushing him off my bed. He smiles, and stands there. "Seriously, go!!! Beat his ass!!" I tell him. I start to push him out the door, failing mind you, and he laughs.
"OK ok... I'll go. Are you ok though?" He asks.
"Yes yes. Go already." I continue to try and shove him out the door, laughing. He turns around and give me a quick hug. I freeze, shocked. He chuckles and lets go of me. He leave the room, and calls back,
"Yes it is!!! It is an obsession!!" I roll my eyes.
I go get dressed for dinner, because I somewhat respect people at the dinner table, so they don't need to see the mess I was. I pull on some black cargo pants and my favorite band t-shirt. That i totally didn't steal from Sirius. Nope. Never did that...
I go to dinner and see the whole crew eating. I walk over and get a wiff of the delicious food. And my stomach rumbles as I walk to the griffindor table. Today's Saturday meal, was great. Dessert was better though. Pudding. So much chocolate pudding. I'm sitting in between lily and Remus, opposite of other three. I'm conversing with Peter, and Sirius keeps looking at me weird. And I ignore it. Peter tells me all about his new muggle book, The Princess Bride, and how weird it was. I asked him if I could borrow it, and we chatted for a while about everything. I scarf down my pudding, and James looks at me.
"What?"I say, slightly muffled from the pudding in my mouth.
"Nothing. Just, you could choke on the pudding." He says this way too seriously.
"I didn't know you could choke on pudding..." I say, swallowing. He rolls his eyes.
"You definitely could. Be careful." I make a face at him, and eat some more. By the time I finish my bowl of the chocolate goodness, everyone else is ready to leave.
"So. How about we do games tonight?" Lily asks.
"Like what?" I say, stepping over the bench and tripping. I fall on the ground, and make and exasperated noise. Lily and Remus are laughing their heads off.
"Naners. That's like... the third time you've fallen today!" Lily says in between giggles. I roll my eyes at her.
"Its not my fault. This shit just happens." I mutter, standing up.
"Also, you're like the most uncoordinated person alive. Tripping over things is just as normal as walking to you." Says Sirius. I give him a glare and start to walk away. He makes a 'what did I do' face and walks with me.
"Shes not denying it..." Remus says playfully. I'm about to yell at them, cause I'm just over their teasing, when James speaks up.
"Guys. She is literally the best person I've ever seen with any sort of ball. The catches and tosses she's done with the quaffle are phenomenal, and her reflexes are better than yours Sirius." Sirius looks baffled at this, and I snicker. "You saw her last summer, she beat the both of us at almost all the the quidditch games we played." James looks at me, and he makes the face that moms make when their toddler walks for the first time. Full of pride. I smile at him. Out of all the marauders, he's the most like a brother to me.
"James. We were just teasing her. Lay off." Sirius says, at the same time Moony says, a
"Sorry Naners." He rubs the back of his neck and give me a soft smile. James, however, happens to feel extra protective of me today probably cause of earlier and starts to get mad at Sirius.
"You lay off. She's had a rough day. You don't need to make fun of her."
"Mate, I was just teasing. I didn't mean it badly" He says, rolling his eyes. James raises his voice.
"Well, maybe you should treat her better! Stop being so rude, going off with all these other gi-"
"Maybe." Sirius says, glaring. "You shouldn't have left her this morning. Maybe you should've taken care of her, so that prick wouldn't of hurt her! Maybe you should pay more attention to us instead of pining after lily, or all the quidditch shit!!! Mayb-"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" James growls. "I was breaking up a fight on the other side of the field. I didn't know that dipshit was gonna try to do that!!" I look at them both, slightly scared as their voices get louder. I start to freak out, tears falling down my face slowly.
"Yeah? Really? I was the one that had to go take care of her. Me! Because your dumb ass left her alone!! And you know what? He probably would've done something worse if I hadn't have gotten there!" Sirius steps closer to James, trying to intimidate him.
James face twitches in anger. "You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, and all the stupid things you've done. The stupid nights you spent with all those other women while Breanna's was trying not to cry! You hurting the girl you fucking love because your a coward!!!" James turns around and storms off. I watch him walk away, unsure about what to do. Peter and Remus stand there, deep in thought. Lily stands dumbfounded, then quickly follows after James.
"Probably going to shag that asshole." Sirius mutters. I turn, facing him.
"What did you say?" I frown at him. He stutters, not realizing I could hear him.
"I.. uh. Nothing. It doesn't matter." He looks embarrassed.
"Sirius. I... can not explain how-"
"You're not mad at me? Are you?" He asks.
"I'm... not mad... but disappointed." I look at him. He looks, almost sad. "Sirius, James would've been there for me. You know that. I'm grateful you came to help me when you did, but what you just did, yelling at James over the fact that he 'left me' was stupid."
"Breanna... I was just-"
"No. Sirius... I.. just stop." I run my hands through my hair, clearly stressed out. I walk away, leaving him with his thoughts. In all honesty, I never would've thought Sirius would get so mad over this. He is a bit of a hothead, but James is his best friend. They fight like normal, careless bantering... but not this. I continue to walk away, up the stairs to the entrance to the Griffindor common room. I quickly mutter the password, and walk in. James and lily are sitting on the couch, all cuddled up. I smile, glad this finally happened. They're whispering to each other, lost in their own world of staring into eachothers eyes and holding hands. I walk up the stairs to my dorm and get ready for bed. This day had been draining, to say the least. First with Klatwitz, then my confessions of love, and the whole pile of shit that just happened. I clamber into my bed and fall asleep, slowly. I dream of everything and nothing, and for a little while all is well.
The next day, everything goes somewhat normally. James and Sirius are not talking, even though James told me he wants to apologize.
"He's my best mate, I shouldn't have said any of that. I just... he's such a prick sometimes. You know?" He asks me while rubbing his forehead. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Yes. He is sometimes a prick, but everyone is at times. I understand that he didn't mean it badly, but he also said some horrid things."
"But, Naners, I think I believe what he said." He looks straight into my eyes. "I wasn't there for you, and I left you alone with a guy that I knew was a dipshit... I'm so sorry. I never ment for that to happen.."
"Jamesie. It was not your fault, ok?" I reach over to hug him. "You can't control what someone else did, ok? Its not your fault."
I continue to reassure him, and he seems to understand that it really wasn't his fault. But I can still he feels a little guilty. Lily comes over to us, and James' attention is not on me anymore. He looks utterly consumed by her, and its adorable. I shake my head softly, smiling, and walk away.
Remus and Peter still talk to everybody, but James and Sirius are being, well, James and Sirius. Too full of themselves and dramatic to be the first to apologize.
It doesn't take long for me to get sick of it. Its now a been two weeks since the fight, and their stubborn asses refuse to talk to each other. I can tell that both of them don't like it. Sirius almost broke the other day when he accidentally sat beside James, and was about to speak to him, when he realized who it was. Today, everyone is sitting in the common room, chatting about Peter's new girlfriend, as Remus and I play chess.
"And she has the prettiest hair I've ever seen! And she always smells like roses, and she looks gorgeous in yellow... and.." Peter has been talking about his girlfriend for, maybe ten minutes, about how she's the best. He's honestly so smitten.
"Peter. Its been like, 3 bazillion minutes of you talking about her. Just tell her this stuff." James says as he leans back on the common room couch. Peter looks mortified at the thought of telling her all those things.
"I- no, I um.... just that, why-" he stuttered. James snickers.
"Mate. You've got it baaddd." He says, smirking, making fun of Peter again.
"As if you don't." I mutter. Remus, who is sitting across from me, hears and snorts. I look up at him, and he's holding in laughter. I sigh. Remus always gets the giggles when he's overtired, and the last week hasn't been good for him. His monthly wolfening happened and he hasn't caught up on his sleep, so here we have stupid, giggly Remus Lupin. And it would be fine, except I laugh at anything. So I start to laugh at his scrunched up hold-in-a-laugh face, and he laughs, and now I can't stop. Moony continues to absolutely die from laughter, so much that he almost can't breath. He was trying to calm down, and we were both almost done with the giggle fit, until he stood up to go get a drink. It happened almost in slow-mo, he tripped over the foot of his chair and face planted into the side of the couch. And then he fell on the floor, so... as normal exhausted and caffeinated teenagers would, (mostly me on the caffeine part, Remus only drinks uncaffeinated, sugar free leaf juice), the giggle fit continued a good 15 minutes, because we laugh at each others pain. By this time all of the castle must have heard our... cheerful cacophony. I was physically unwell from it, it was hard for me to catch my breath, and for some reason I thought that was funny.
"Are you done?" James said. He looked, intrigued. Like, he didn't want to tell us to stop, but he also wanted to know what was so funny. Honestly, this boy must be blind if he didn't see Remus fall off the couch, but I guess he needs glasses for a reason.
"Yeah, I'm good. I think. Possibly." My voice is a little raspy. I look over at Remus and he's smiling.
Unexpectedly, Sirius came bouncing down the stairs from the boys dorm. He looked... tipsy. Another person followed after him, a girl from Slytherin.
"Siri, come back! We were having sooooo much fun!" She said, leaning against the wall as if she couldn't stand by herself.
"Not right now, I needddddx some friend timmmmmmmee!" He was definitely drunk, and by the looks of it, so was the girl.
"Siri! Pleasesssee?" She pouted her lips, whining at him. It was now that I realized how stupid that nickname sounded. I would never call him Siri.
"Noooooo-" he trailed off.
"Then I'm leaving!" She made a humph noise and crossed her arms, and started to walk out of the common room. She almost tripped on the carpet, but Remus caught her.
"Hands off- ooOoh. Your handsome..." she said, trailing her finger across his chin. He made an alarmed face and quickly let go of her, backing up.
"I... umm.. thanks." Remus muttered. She looked at him for a little while, then continued to walk away as if nothing happened.
"Well. Remus Lupin. Chick magnet. Never would've thought" James teases.
"Oh shut up. She's drunk out of her mind. So is Sirius. Hey! Sirius!" He called out to where he was sitting on the stairs. Sirius, however, had passed out against the railing and was snoring softly.
"We should cut his hair while he's sleeping." i turn around, shocked.
"James Feamont Potter! Why the hell would you suggest that?"
"Cause he deserves it." he says, shrugging. I roll my eyes.
"No we are NOT doing that. You know how mad he would be if we did that? It would be even worse than when Snivelus put that shit bubblegum in his hair. He would absolutely never talk to you again."
"Well, I find that hard to believe that he would never talk to me again. I'm too awesome for that to happen." James gloats.
"I don't know how the hell you haven't said anything to him. Normally you both chatter our ears off..."
"Yeah, well when your bestfriend decides to say shit like that to me, I'm not going to talk to him." he says this in a playful tone, trying to weasel out of the conversation. He sits up straighter. "Look, I'm going to bed, okay?"
"Fine. 'Night." I mutter, mad he won't talk about it. James walks off, stepping around Sirius, and up the stairs. I look around, and it's just Remus and I left in the room.
"Where'd Peter go?"
"I think he went to see the hufflepuff girl, he snuck off when Sirius came down the stairs."
"Hmm. ok." I looked over at Sirius, his head drooping onto the railing, leaning back slightly. He looked calm, and peaceful. "What are we gonna do about this guy?" I say, pointing to his sleeping body.
"Well, I don't think James would appreciate him back in our dorm..."
"Well, doesn't he sleep there normally?"
"Uh- he actually hasn't. I don't think he's been in the dorm for more than five minutes over the past couple weeks."
"Where's he been sleeping then?" I ask, though I think I know the answer. Remus scrunches his face, looking at me softly.
"I think he's bunked with Frank and Arthur and whoever else in there dorm, they have extra room since Dave transferred to Ilvermorny this year. At least, the past couple days. I did catch him sleeping on the couch a couple times... but the first week after the fight he was in and out of a bunch of girls dorms." he gave me a sorry look.
"Yeah, that's what I thought..." I sigh. "Should we carry him up to Frank and Arthur's dorm?"
"You mean I carry while you pretend to help?" he smirks.
"I can help! I'm fairly strong, there's a reason I haven't died on the quidditch pitch yet." I say a bit defensively, my hands on my hips.
"True. But I don't think we should bring him to the guy's dorm. They seemed kinda sick of him when he walked over to them at dinner today."
"Well, where is he supposed to sleep then?"
Remus's eyes light up, and he smirks mischievously. Oh no. That was the face he made when he told the rest of the mauraders about the idea of the "Dance like a Hippogriff day". (Whenever the words 'dance', 'like', 'a', and/or 'hippogriff' were said on March 1st in 3rd year, any Slytherins in a 12 yard radius would start dancing to the Weird Sister's song Dance Like a Hippogriff, and nobody knew where the music came from. Except Remus. And his stupidly good spell skills.)*
"Maybe... he could sleep in your room. Hmm?" My eyes widen.
"Remus. That- I... I don't want him to be uncomfortable. He probably wouldn't like it."
"Oh the obliviousness of the both of you-" he mutters.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's fine. He probably wouldn't care, ok?"
"But I do, I-" I get interrupted.
"Remus." James says, standing at the top of the stairs.
"What?"
"Can you drink weed? Like... it comes in a bottle like wine right? Cause Lily just said thats not true..."
"Why are you asking?" He looks like he's gonna laugh at James's stupidness.
"Cause. I'm right and lily's wrong. Duh. I just need to prove it to her."
"What weird ass conversation where you having with her?" I ask.
"We were just talking about stuff and I said I need to drink a glass of weed and she laughed at me and said that that was not how it works. As if she would know anyways."
I snort. "James. You smoke weed. Its not like alcohol."
"No. It has to be. Cause why else would I think that you can drink it?"
"Cause your an idiot sometimes." Remus says.
"No I'm not."
I give him a look, and he sighs. "Fine. Sometimes, I can act slightly idiotic."
"More than sometimes." Remus mutters.
"Whatever." James says, and he starts walking up the stairs to lily's room. Their getting along way better than I thought.
A/n. Ok, I know. Weird cutoff for the chapter. But I could care less, I just don't feel like writing more right now, and its been ages since I posted the first part. Lol
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diluc ships reactions to him stealing/wearing their clothing?
So let me repeat my Diluc body type headcanons.
He's about 5'10 with a very Dorito shape, so broad shoulders, and a tiny waist. So he honestly does need some tailoring as a lot of general-sized clothing is pretty ill-fitting on him.
I think he's also pretty sensitive to clothing. And he has one of those closets that's 90 thousand of the same 3 items. The only way he gets variation is Adelinde. So borrowing isn't really something he does on purpose. But the kicker is. Diluc in the morning is bearly functioning so you know things happen.
I might also include the headcanon of other's body types here too
Albedo
So Albedo is a lot smaller and thinner than Diluc. Much more rectangle-shaped. So Diluc can't wear t a lot of Albedo's things. That doesn't mean Albedo doesn't often put his jacket around Diluc. Or that he even got into sewing to make Diluc things. Like, I swear, this guy sewed just to make Diluc his safety gear.
Albedo does have a habit of drawing Diluc. Especially when Diluc is not paying attention. So what ends up happening. is Albedo will lay his coat on Diluc while he naps. Then ends up drawing it.
He has a whole notebook of sleeping Diluc.
Al Haitham
So this is one of the few who is similarly built to Diluc and is either just as broad or broader than Diluc. So Diluc can actually wear Al Haitham's clothes.
And let's be honest, these are two autistic people. And I bet they have similar issues with clothing. So there is probably quite a bit of mutual clothing stealing because they both just don't care and just wear what's comfortable. Al Haitham has also made Diluc a music player and headphones.
Though I do think Al Haitham has a bit of a moment when he sees Diluc in his very, very form-fitting shirt for the first time. He um might buy a few more that are a bit looser just for Diluc to borrow. He doesn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
Ayato
So as a guy who is very proud of his culture and traditions. Seeing Diluc in anything remotely Inazuma fashion. It's a pretty critical hit. And like traditional Inazuma wear is like a major hit on his heart. So sort of by extension of the Diluc in his clothing would be great for him
Problem?
Ayato is a lot slimmer than Diluc.
So nothing is close to fitting. And I think Ayato realized that after one morning when Diluc tried to accidentally put on his shirt and realized his mistake when he couldn't button it. Ayato nearly pulled Diluc back into bed but didn't because of how sleepy Diluc was. He did end up buying a set of clothing similar to his style that fit Diluc just to see it.
Childe
So Childe's still not as broad as Diluc but not as slime as Ayato is. So Diluc actually can nearly get to the top. And Childe loves watching Diluc fumble sleepily around trying to get his shirt to fit. And he really likes how tight it is. And you know, with the strap on Childe's shirt. Certain parts of Diluc get a little accentuated. And Childe would let him walk around like that if he wasn't a pretty jealous person.
But outside of that he pretty frequently puts his jacket over Diluc's shoulder. Mostly when he sees Diluc napping or when he looks cold. He might be jealous but he's also very caring and honestly would give Diluc the shirt off his back.
Eula
So there is a decent size difference between the pair. Though I do think Eula is rather ripped. But something that Diluc noticed a while ago was how they have a similar style of gloves. So while this isn't really cloth stealing, he totally had a pair of gloves made that used Eula's color.
When Eula finally noticed it, he got really remembrance and just muttered something about wanting to match and tried to run away. But she totally wouldn't let him. And as his punishment, he hands to hold her hand.
Itto
Ok, so where this is another situation where Diluc and easily fits, and honestly, it's actually baggy on him. Itto doesn't, um, really where a lot.
He has definitely given Diluc his coat in the rain, not realizing Diluc normally carries an umbrella with him.
Though I think Kuki has tried to get, Itto to wear something more, probably for a trial or something, and Diluc's worn that. And Itto nearly lost it with how cute Diluc looked. He probably got more shirts and things so Diluc could wear them.
Kaveh
So I feel Kaveh is actually the closest to Diluc. Probably a little thinner, but yea. Diluc probably alls perfectly between Kaveh and Diluc. But Kaveh defiantly buys clothing for Diluc... All the time. And he probably steals Diluc's clothing all the time. Diluc has totally lost a jacket or two to Kaveh.
Now we are back to sleep Diluc and image sleep Diluc with Kaveh's very, very open shirt.
Kaveh definitely enjoy it for like .2 seconds until he noticed Diluc starting to leave because NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.
Thoma
Ah, so you know what. Thoma probably smells really nice, and Diluc has absolutely stolen Thoma's little jacket. Because it's just comforting. And when Thoma was looking for his jacket, he found Diluc cuddled up with it. He probably just gave up on the jacket and got a new one.
He probably does make Diluc a lot of hats and scarves too. All of which Diluc loves and wears all the time.
Xiao
So again there is a big size difference between Xiao and diluc. I imagine Xiao has a runner or sprinter's body so thin looking but absolutely ripped. And he doesn't really wear extra layers because I don't imagine he really every gets cool and stuff.
Diluc has given him his jacket before.
And Xiao had to ask around about what he should do with the jacket. He probably still has it not that Diluc minds. And he ended up giving Diluc a nice coat that General Kapisas made that he'd been holding on too.
Zhongli
So Diluc can definitely fit into Zhongli's clothing. But I feel Zhongli wears a particular type of fabric the Diluc hates. It's too smooth and silk, and he feels it catches on his skin. So he hates it. He can barely handle touching Zhongli's clothing sometimes.
But Zhongli being the money spender he is defiant and buys sent of clothing that is comfortable for him and in a style he likes but also Is something Diluc likes. It is his special cuddle outfit. (That Childe paid for)
#diluc harem#albeluc#albedo#haithamluc#al haitham#ayatoluc#ayaluc#ayato#chiluc#childe#tartaglia#euluc#eula#ittoluc#itto#kaveluc#kaveh#thomaluc#thoma#xiaoluc#xiao#zhongluc#zhongli
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Mahi: hello?
Neta: Hey Mahi don't come into work today. Don't come into work tomorrow or the day after that.
Mahi: Why what's happening?
Neta: *sigh* turn on the news..... I swear it's always me.
News channel: salmonoids have invaded the barnacle and dime mall. We advise everyone to steer clear of the surrounding area. Volunteers and employees of the grizz-co company must arrive as soon as possible to fix the issue. We will keep you all updated on further information we'll receive. In other news is turf war...... ruining our kids education??
Mhai: holy shit!! The whole mall is flooded!!.... Thank fuck we're on the second floor!!
Neta: *sigh*.............. We're still going to get damaged..... The mall is going to smell like salmon shit for weeks........ Anyway I got to head out. I just got my slop suit.
Mahi: what you work for grizz-co??
Neta: No, I'm volunteering. I just want to protect my store! I work way too hard just for it to go-
Cirrina: Aunt Candi's here can we go?!
Neta: yeah I'm coming Sweetie! Yeah I got to head out. Bye.
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Mahi: mizole babe, let's go.
Mizole: We're going to raid Neta's apartment?
Mahi: yep
* texting *
Mahi: Warabi get up our boss is not home let's break in
Warabi: can't Neta is making me do a shift at Grizz's I'm getting overtime
Mahi: :/ fine is Baja still there?
Warabi: you mean my boyfriend ;p <3
Mahi:..[typeing]..... [Typing].................. Yee
Warabi: no he's with me
Mahi:.... [Typing]........ [Typing]..... Ok
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Mizole: you know I expected his place to be a lot shittier......
Mahi: Right? I expected it to be like some sort of depression cave or something.
Mizole: hmm.... So what do you do anyway when you're here?
Mahi: nothing much. Watch TV, play his Nintendo, eat his leftovers, go through his shit........ find some really nice stuff. I took a nice t-shirts and a pair of his old sneakers. They don't fit but they're really nice....... There's a lot of interesting stuff if you look for it.
Mizole:...........hm..... .. If I take the base do you think he's going to notice?
Mahi: put that down. I'm not planning on attending your funeral if you do something stupid.
Mizole: boooooo Mahi stop being such a killjoy I thought you said we can steal whatever we want.
Mahi: I meant stuff he won't miss!
Mizole: what's in this drawer- UH!.....uhhahahahahahahahha! how about this?! You think he'll notice this being gone?!
Mahi: *slams close* I didn't see that! I'm erasing that from my memory. lets go down stairs.
Mizole: hehehehe....I mean it'll be funny-
Mhai: SHUT UP!.......... I saw nothing!...... Let's go.
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Mizole: *eating * so.......... Baja. I guess he's here to stay?
Mahi: ugh yeah.. I guess....... He got a job at the Annaki store and is planning on moving here. ..... Pffth
Mizole: Hey, I mean if we're lucky the salmons will destroy the mall and he'll be out of the job.
Mahi: I'll be out of the job too.
Mizole: you got me, don't you? Heheh.. [kiss]
Mahi: I want my own money.........
Mizole: you don't like Baja?
Mahi: It's not that I don't like him...I like him, he's cool. It's fun to boss him around and tell him what to do. Since he's getting close to Warabi....*eating* They're dating now.......... He's going to be around more often.
Mizole: knowing Warabi. It'll probably be 2 months
Mahi:hehe...... What if Baja wants to move in? We have to buy another mattress... He won't be next to me.. What if Warabi wants to move out again? I'll be here by myself........ again........ what if he forgets me and replaces me with Baja.? A taller better looking vers-
Mizole: *eating* Babe shut up that's not going to happen. Ok? Warabi loves you. He's not just going to replace you with that weenie. I mean look at him....... Look at him Mahi! You can punch him in the face and he'll probably apologize to you! You worry too much babe you'll be fine....... And besides if he moves out you can move in with me.
Mahi: really?... Are we really at that stage?
Mizole: I feel like we are. It's a nice upgrade too, an apartment to a big house in the hills. What do you think?
Mahi: .... ... That sounds nice...... really nice.............. nice big house... We need to keep them together.
Mizole:hahahahahaha.....
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Warabi: okay, just jiggle the pick. I know there's like three notches annnnnd I.... got it! ..... I knew you guys were going to be here!
Baja: are you at least a little worried that he might find out about this?.......... Oh hello
Mahi: hey
Mizole: hm
Baja: you must mizole.... You're the front man of what floor!
Mizole: and?
Baja: I'm a big fan of yours. When Mahi told me that they were dating you. I was really excited to meet you. I've been following your work for a long time. I was a big fan of you when you were with 'the deep sea divers'
Mizole: Yeah I have a lot of fans that's what happens when you have a tale- you know about the deep sea divers?
Baja: yeah! I saw you guys playing at the conch shell club 8 years ago.... Your first rendition of undertow amazing. I mean I like the final cut of it but your first draft was art!
Mizole:.......... You actually like that?
Baja: yeah!... they had a lot of personality in it. Why did you change it? It was so rugged and aggressive now it's all polished now which I love but the original one had such character
Mizole:............... Wow.....uh.......*humph*. You know heh .... when I got signed to a label they wanted a specific genre and all that....hehehe..........* Inhale* ...... What's with the bag and why is it moving?
Baja: oh They're salmonoids. I got some during my volunteer shift at grizz-co. Got a lot of these little guys. I like to eat them raw.....*eating* I got them for you mahi ait tons of them during my shift.
Mahi: nice! Thanks I like to eat them raw too...*eating* They're juicer too
Warabi: *ugh* I can never get used to that.......Any of y'all know Neta 's finflixs password?
Mhai: bassbaba@86
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Mahi: okay so what's the plot of this?
Warabi: okay, so it takes place during the great turf war. Two soldiers one inkling and one octoling who grew up together and are childhood best friends. And the story switches from backstory to backstory until it goes all the way to present day and then it all comes together during the end of the movie. It's really sad like it's so sad.
Baja: Oh I saw this... We had to watch it in school
Mizole: eh
Neta: Why are y'all in my apartment?!
Mahi: *eat* hey boss. you look like shit.......
Baja: AHHHHH... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I told myself that I wouldn't do this again and I did it again. I'm really sorry I'm so sorry!
Mizole: would you get the fuck up! Stop kissing his ass. It's not going to do shit!
Neta:..................*sigh*........*moan*........... I can't do this today .....*sniff*...... What are you watching?
Warabi: 'war-torn brothers'
Neta: The one based off the book?
Warabi: yeah.....
Neta:............ Cici order something to eat and take a shower okay baby?
Cirrina: ok....You didn't go to my room did you?
Mizole/mahi: no
Cirrina: good Don't want your grody hands all over my stuff.......... Unless it's you baja hi!!
Baja: *waves*
Neta: I'm going to go take a nap......... Maybe have a nice hot bath first........Yeah that sounds nice.......... Nobody bother me and all y'all need to get out of my place by 6!
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Mahi and the gang did not leave around 6 they left around 11 but Neta didn't notice. The minute he got out of the tub he passed out @fish-at-fish-fish-resort
#mizole the shittiest person alive but the best boyfriend to ever exist#mizole used to be in an old underground band called the deep sea divers#It just felt like the perfect time to write this. I always wanted to write Neta doing a big run and now he's doing it. holy shit! yay!#mahi took neta's old sneakers knowing damn well they're too big the guy is a size 12#i was planning on making Warabi knock over his mom's urn but nah#no more sad old man neta moments now for tired middle-aged man neta who just can't catch a break and just wants to nap#question is mahi actually willing to move in with mizol because i was just spitballing when I wrote that#The big one team consisted of neta Warabi candi and cirrina#Baja was also there. it was on a different team and he spent most of the time eating. salmonoids.... feels very disturbing#after two shifts and being revived 16 times Warabi got frustrated and left#neta
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Chapter 6:
𝒹ₑₜₐₙ𝓰ₗₑ.・。.・゜✭・
It's been 3 years; seasons have passed by into June, the hottest summer season in all of Ooo! Hisui has grown quite accustomed to her new bedroom!
Snacking on some nice cold strawberry mochi watching out the window. Quietly waiting..
BMO waits with Hisui, playing some video games on her bed.
Meanwhile downstairs, Finn just came back home after running some early morning henchmen errands for Marceline.
“Jake! BMO! Hisui! I'm home!!”
Finn announced happily.
His blue t-shirt is drenched in sweat from running a lot in the summer heat. He plopped himself on the red couch catching his breath, then noticed a little orange sticky note from Jake that reads..
“ᗪᗴᗩᖇ ᖴIᑎᑎ,
ᗯᗴᒪᑕOᗰᗴ ᗷᗩᑕK ᕼOᗰᗴ ᗪᑌᗪᗴ!
I ᕼOᑭᗴ YOᑌᖇ ᕼᗴᑎᑕᕼᗰᗩᑎ ᗪᑌTIᗴՏ ᗯITᕼ Tᕼᗴ ᐯᗩᗰᑭIᖇᗴ ᑫᑌᗴᗴᑎ ᗯᗴᑎT ᗯᗴᒪᒪ!
ՏOᖇᖇY I'ᗰ ᑎOT ᗩT Tᕼᗴ TᖇᗴᗴᕼOᑌՏᗴ, I'ᗰ ᐯIՏITIᑎᘜ ᒪᗩᗪY ᖇᗩIᑎᗩᑕOᖇᑎ TOᗪᗩY ՏO I ᗯOᑎ'T ᗷᗴ ᗷᗩᑕK ᑌᑎTIᒪ ᒪᗩTᗴᖇ Iᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᗴᐯᗴᑎIᑎᘜ. ᗷᗴ Tᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᗴᖴ ᖴOᖇ Տᑌᑭᑭᗴᖇ TOᑎIᘜᕼT OK ᗷᖇO?
ᑭ. Տ)
ՏTᗩY ᑕOOᒪ, ᗷᗴᑕᗩᑌՏᗴ IT'Տ ᘜOᑎᑎᗩ ᘜᗴT ᕼOT!
ᒍᗩKᗴ 🐾”
“Aw cotton balls. I guess I won't be seeing Jake until later then..”
Finn puts the sticky note back on the dining table, then goes in the kitchen to see if there's any food left in the fridgerator.
Unfortunately, there's nothing in the fridge except ice bags.
“Fumbledor donkz! There's nothing to eat?? Ughhh! I have to go back out to the market..”
Finn lets out a depleting sigh as he slumps down into the couch tiredly closing his eyes.
“Man.. I'm only 15 and running errands!?
bruhhh..”
After an hour of napping, Finn suddenly heard some bags rustling in the kitchen!
He opens his eyes to find Hisui wearing a blue kawaii face mask, a black muscle tankie, and jean overalls.
Standing in front of a pretty star portal, filling up the fridge with delectable foods as BMO sits in her front pocket giggling.
Finn’s was so speechless that all he could think was..
𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 Schmowzow!!
Hisui finishes reorganizing the food into the fridge, looking back at Finn with happy eyes.
Then with a quick echoing snap of her fingers, the portal closes.
Finn immediately gets up flabbergasted!
“Hisui..! Why didn't you tell me you can summon a portal?? What the hay hayz dudette?!”
BMO speaks in Hisui's defense.
“It's okay Finn! Please don't be mad at Hisui she only did it because I told her to-..”
Hisui quietly hushes Bmo as she spoke up instead.
“I'm sorry.. When me & BMO overheard your distressing exhaustion of being in a tight bind with food it triggered something in me, so I guess I managed to summon a portal into my room that leads out to the food market village..?-.”
BMO quickly cuts in.
“... So to avenge your exhaustion, me and MommaCat finished the errands! We went on a shopping spree adventure!!
We bought some fresh loaves of bread, some cold cut meats,cheeses, and other condiments. A sorted variety of chips and ice cream. Lastly, I grabbed some take-out tacos for lunch!”
Hisui walks up to Finn and gives him a neatly tied bag filled with tacos and burritos!
“.. They had Heroic meal deal bargain; so I got us a big bag full”
Finn holds the taco bag shocked; then asks..
“How'd you guys purchase all this food without paying for it? You guys didn't steal, did you..?”
Hisui shook her head no.
“I accidentally traumatized an alley thug who seemed to be trying to rob a lady coming out of my portal.."
BMO elbows into convo again "Then after the robber fled the scene we find out that the lady happens to be The mayor’s daughter!
Hisui pets BMO then says..
"Yeah she seriously insists on compensating me for saving her life on account of almost getting jumped”
BMO giggles some more.
“The robber was so scared of Momma cat, he peed his pantaloons!”
Hisui's long elven ears droop down in embarrassment.
"Am I really that scary to other people..?"
Finn slowly smiles, for he couldn't stay upset at BMO's cute smolness, Hisui's heartwarming generosity.. Also the fact that Hisui is showing signs of self-discovery and improvement of her powers!
“Hisui, BMO.. You guys are the best..! Also you're not scary at all Hisui; that punk is nothin' more than a cowardly noob!”
Finn gets up to bear-hug them both in his arms
BMO immediately squirms out of the hug gasping for air..
“Finn! HisuI you guys need to bathe!! You sweaty skunks!!!”
In sudden realization, both Hisui & Finn smelled each other quickly separating, squealing in panicky, voice-cracking embarrassment!
Hisui's fluffy blue hair stands on end as she hilariously, subconsciously pushes Finn (with his pubescent screaming) into the bathroom!
Holding a clean batch of clothes and shower stuff; slamming the door behind him in the process as Hisui sped back in her room screaming..
“OUR STaNK SECRETIONS WERE TOUCHING!!!! AND I SMELLED HIM!! AAaaAIiiIiiEeeEeaaH!!!!!”
❀✾✿❀✾✿❀✾☆☆☆☆♡★★★★✾✿❀✾✿❀✾✿
45 minutes later after showering, Finn sits on the edge of his bed brushing his long golden blonde hair silently embarrassed, blushing a deep red in his cheeks.
BMO chills on top of the washing machine guarding Finn & Hisui's clothes as they're being washed.
Also eating a taco in the take-out bag giggling as the washing machine vibrates.
“ₜₕᵢᵢᵢᵢᵢₛ ᵢₛ ₛₛₛₒₒₒₒₒₒₒₒₒₒₒ ₘₐₐₐₐₐₐₜₕₕₕₕ ₕₕₕₐₐₐₐₐₐₐₐₐₐₕₕₐₐₐₕ!”
The bathroom door opens as Hisui walks out with her tail swishing behind her. (Finn let her borrow one of his clean blue shirts to wear underneath her overalls.)
She squeaks in pain, struggling to get her fingers out of her wet, knotty locks.
“Ow.. Uggg! Freaking knotty abominations..!”
Noticing her pain, Finn hurriedly walks over to her with his hair brush. "Here, lemme help you out with those knots!”
Finn takes Hisui by the hand, sitting behind her on his bed.
He cleaned out his brush, then gently ran his fingers through, holding Hisui's hair out like a ponytail.
“I'm gonna tighten my grip on your hair a little bit okay?”
Hisui cutely nods as she feels Finn's hand slowly tighten his hold on her hair. Feeling him firmly hold her hair in place, softly brushing her hand free from the knots.
Hisui's burns up a bright tickled pink on her face, to the tips of her lopey ears lost in her racing thoughts..
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳!
𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦..
𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰. 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 and 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯!
“Y-You know Hisui.. Seeing your hair this knotty, I don't think you've been brushing your hair much have you..?”
Finn lightly leans on Hisui looking over her shoulder in cute concern still brushing her.
Hisui shyly hugs her legs, wrapping her fluffy tail around herself ashamed.
“Y-Yeah.. You're right Finn… I was so focused on shopping for you guys, I forgot to get a hairbrush for myself at the market..”
Finn wraps his arms around Hisui. Lifting her up giving her a big warm squooze; making her tail wag in revived happiness.
Mumbling only for her to hear
“I understand how you are now..
You're just like me, you love helping others!
So let's make a deal..
Next time, howz about me and you go have our first adventure to get some stuff that you like!
In exchange me and Jake can train you so you'd be strong enough to handle your powers better. Sounds good?”
Finn tucks some hair behind Hisui's ear.
She looks up at him as her pupils dilate with sparkly stars in her eyes.
“..that sounds awesomely math, Mertens.. !”
She responds back coyly
Finn gladly nuzzles his cheek against Hisui, both feeling a deep connection building from within as they stare deeply in each other's eyes once more.
Suddenly, Hisui feels a sharp pain tinge through her pinnacle!
Her whole body glitches in reaction to the pain. But suddenly paused..?
Hisui hugs Finn tight; awkwardly startled.
She looks at her hand, watching her veins glow up a luminescent dark bluish violet.
As a memory quickly flickers inside of her mind!
Inside of her memory scape..
Voices of screaming people echo loud throughout Hisui's mind, her heart sank down to its core. Feeling more drops of familiar unleashed fear darkening and closing on her fast!
She stood in a yellow cubicle room infront of a tall, pinkish godly being! With shaken bloody legs, wearing nothing but tattered rags and a broken rusty chain heavily weighing on her ankles. Her eyes were damp, burning from crying so many tears..
The pink ethereal being comforts her with his powerful, reassuring words!
“ꫀׁׁׅܻׅ݊᥎ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅᨮׁׅ֮tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ݊ꪀᧁׁ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ ֮ϐׁꫀׁׅܻ݊ ᨵׁׅׅƙׁׅɑׁׅᨮׁׅ֮ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱υׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ.. ܻ⨍ᨵׁׅׅꭈׁׅ ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ ɑׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊
℘ꭈׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ᨵׁׅׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ݊ ᧁׁꭈׁׅɑׁׅ݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱hׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ɑׁׅׅ꯱tׁׁׅׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅ!
ᨮׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ ֮ϐׁꫀׁׅܻ݊ɑׁׅυׁׅtׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅܻ⨍υׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱hׁׅ֮ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅׅ꯱ ֮ϐׁꫀׁׅܻ݊ꫀׁׅܻ݊݊ꪀ ᧁׁꭈׁׅɑׁׅ݊ꪀtׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ժׁׅ݊!!”
Hisui suddenly snaps back to the present as she awakens to Finn shaking her, calling out her name..!
“Hisui! H-Hey!!
What's happening to you??
What's going on!!?”
Hisui weakly says
“I had a memory..”
Finn's eyes widened in shock
“You remembered something..From your past right?”
He scoots close next to her on his bed, intrigued to hear more.
“Y-Yeah it was a past memoir but.. It was intense..! I saw myself as if I was a survivor of an apocalyptic event; sitting in this yellow orangish room with Prismo the Wish Master..?”
Hisui rubs the back of her neck anxiously.
“Prismo huh? Interesting.. Jake told me that he's friends with one.But I think he forgot to mention his name to me..
Hmmm so Prismo is who Jake was talking about..”
Finn firmly pinches his lips together as he thinks out loud to himself.
Hisui boops Finn on his forehead.
“It's probably best not to ponder too deep on it for now..
Besides we should go make supper before Mr. Butternubbz (a.k.a Jake) gets back”
She stood up aloof on Finn's bed, then steps off of it. Climbing down the ladder without saying another word; Finn follows behind her attempting to playfully icebreak.
“You're right Neko baby, let's go make an awesome dinner for everyone together!”
Finn watches Hisui pause stepping down the wooden steps
“Wait..”
Hisui processes Finn's playful remark.. Her face quickly beams a bright shade of tomato red!
“Finn!! I thought I was Momma Cat? Now I'mma Neko baby??!”
Finn laughs hysterically at Hisui's cute flustered reaction. Then smugly corrects her again.
"To BMO you're Momma Cat. But..To me you're a Smol. Neko. Baby!”
Hisui silently stares at Finn for a straight minute then quickly grabs one of his bed pillows, chasing Finn down the ladder, both laughing into the kitchen.
“Oh yea? Well if I'm Neko baby.. Then you're Grizzly Polar Bear Mertens!!”
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Power Chapter 1: Emberson Leanne Howard
(Rue's narration will be stated in bold italics unless otherwise stated)
The Howard sisters were something different. First there was Cassie. Cassie was your typical California aesthetic kind of girl. She was cute, big chested and blonde. Gus, their father, tended to favor Cassie over the other two and even went so far as to put her in ice skating lessons but that was neither here nor there.
Next there was the twins, Lexi and Emberson, They weren't identical but fraternal twins.. Lexi was the more out spoken of the two, and was alittle more popular than Ember. She had a more lean body, with beautiful brown hair and matching eyes. We were best friends since we were kids.
Ember was the quiet one of the three, definitely not one to really want to have attention on herself and preferring to find peace within her own company. Despite that, most of the friend group they all hung out with and even most of the highschool thought that she was the most beautiful of the three sisters, and also the most kind. But Ember had a terrible temper and other mental issues which caused her to be continously in therapy. It all started when their father, Gus, got into a terrible accident with Ember in the car. The trauma from the accident and also the PTSD from her dad going down my favorite rabbit hole of drugs and drinking severely molded her into the outstanding citizen she was today.
Ember sat in the resting chair quietly, chewing on her already non existent nails. She made a mental note to ask Cassie if she wanted to go get their nails done together, if she was even in the mood for it.
"So, Emberson.." the therapist started, but before she could continue Ember interrupted her.
"It's Ember, ma'am." She quickly muttered, her leg bouncing slightly from the anxiety.
"My apologies. Ember, how are you since our last discussion?"
Ember shrugged, and sighed. Running her hand throughout her hair she finally looked back at Miss Callson.
"I'm ok, I guess. Seeing my sisters best friend get wheeled to a ambulance because she overdosed really wasn't on my list of things i planned on seeing this summer"
But she wasn't ok at all. It was triggering her PTSD with her dad . She could still remember when he had to move out due to his drug use and one night he came back to the Howard home to steal shit to pawn. Lexi and Ember didn't want him there, Cassie let him back in. Unfortunately for her seeing me being wheeled into a ambulance really upset her and a small part of me did feel bad. All she was trying to do was come over and braid my hair up for me, or bringing back some clothes she borrowed. I couldn't remember.
Miss Callson continued on questioning Ember, and Ember continued on answering as simply as she could, there was no use fighting it at that point. If they thought she needed a mandatory grippy sock vacation, she'd gladly take one.
Afterwards, Ember left and a new prescription in place of one of her meds she usually took in tow. She drove to a nearby corner store, parking and getting out while smoothing down her leggings and favorite t shirt.
As she walked up to the door, Ember was startled by Fezco.
Now everybody knew about or has heard about Fezco O'neill, his grandmother was a complete drug dealing badness of a woman and he followed in her footsteps when she fell sick. Despite that, he was actually pretty fuckin' smart and did well during school until it was time to take care of his sick grandma and his brother Ashtray. Everyone also knew of his crush on Ember, him never being the one to want to get his heart broke he never said anything.
"Hey, ma'." Fezco spoke from his usual spot by the door. "What's in the bag?"
"Fuck! Fez I thought I told you about that scaring me shit!?" Ember hollard, crutching her chest.
"Shit, 'm sorry. You good?" He asked, getting up from his spot to try and comfort her.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good. And it's my uh.. it's my medicine. The kind that I actually got prescribed and not from a cooler in a bodega, babe. It's perfectly legal" she spoke, winking at him and his face turning a lovely shade of red amongst the freckles.
Then a walking zombie came waltzing back into their lives. Now I may be fresh out of rehab, but that doesn't mean I planned on staying sober.
"Rue, hey!" Ember noticed the familar crown of long curly hair and the small figure of one of her good friends, Rue.
"Hey Ember. Fez. " Rue replied, a small but genuine smile on her face.
Now when Ember said Hello, she was usually pretty genuine about it. Atleast with me. Now while Lexi was my "best friend since childhood", her twin Ember was definitely the less judgemental of the two and was definitely a more ride or die type of friend.
"How long you been back, Rue?" Fez asked, turning his attention briefly to Rue. Fezco was her friend, too. But had the displeasure of being her dealer at the same time. He couldn't help but feel guilty when she overdosed but Ember had to reassure him it wasn't his product that did it.
"Five days" Rue meekly responded.
"And how you been feelin'?" He asked, lighting his blunt and inhaling briefly, offering it to Ember. She politely declined.
"No thank you, Fezzy" she smiled at him.
"Well, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior, Jesus Christ, things have been like.. really good." Rue replied.
Ember shook her head chuckling.
"Word? That's what's up." Fez replied, continuing to smoke.
"You're full of shit, Rue. There's no way you're a born again christian" Ember giggled as she spoke, Rue smiling at her.
"Yeah.. yeah I'm fucking with You, Fez. It was a joke." Rue replied.
Rue asked where Ashtray was and headed inside, scoring her first hit since she was back.
"You know.. I worry about her more than I absolutely should" Ember spoke quietly, squatting down next to Fezco.
"Here, take the chair Em. An' i know, but you can't be out here worrin' about her all the time. It's not your job to worry. " Fezco spoke and offered her his chair. She smiled, taking it and knodding.
"Yeah, I know. But I still do."
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Ooooooooof.
I'm excited 🥰🥰
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