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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.3k words

warnings: explicit language, a bunch of other good things that i don’t wanna say because i don’t want to completely spoil everything<333

summary: an unexpected conversation between you and steve leads to a long overdue realization

quick a/n: a bit nervous to post this one lol but i hope yall enjoy🫶🏾

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | ❝��𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕❞

Summer 2017

“I’m a little upset that I didn’t get the grand hometown tour.”

“You mean the tour of the old library that I spent probably too much time at back in high school, and the park that I also really liked back in high school, but it’s currently under construction?”

Eddie gave you an amused smile. “Yes, exactly that.”

“Next time,” You told him, completely joking with your words, but you wouldn’t have been surprised if he actually held you to them the next time he was here. But, you honestly didn’t think that there’d be another moment when he was in your hometown; this moment in itself felt almost like a fluke.

After a five week long road trip with Eddie, you still weren’t ready to be home— you dreaded it, actually— but things had started getting too expensive and Eddie’s van was in dire need of a break.

You did most of the driving to your hometown because you knew that Eddie would have to do all of the driving alone back to his own home. And then he stayed with you for the night at your dad’s house. You didn’t even have to do any sort of introduction between the two because your dad was off on a vacation with his new girlfriend.

Now it was the morning and you two lingered by Eddie’s van, prolonging the conversation because the next time you’d see each other would be a little over four weeks— when you moved into your apartment with Robin, Vickie, and Talia, and he moved in with two people that he found at the last second; luckily, your respective buildings weren’t far from each other, so it wouldn’t feel impossible to see each other.

You pulled Eddie in for a hug, a long one that felt so equivalent to a goodbye and it actually managed to sadden you a bit because of how good the last five weeks had been and it sucked that it was all over now.

When you pulled back, you gave him a smile. “See you in four weeks, Edward.”

He laughed a little. “See ya.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Spring Semester 2018

Maybe things should’ve felt at least a little weird or awkward between you and Steve in this moment in the library— it had been a month since the last time you two talked— but it didn’t. At all.

It was all so surprisingly easy. The small talk wasn’t even unbearable; you liked hearing about the mundane things he’d been up to for the past month and you didn’t mind sharing your own stories about classes you’d come to hate and how you didn’t feel all too prepared for finals because you had more essays to do than actual tests. And then you two moved into random bits of nothing, asking the first thing you could think of or filling the silence with storytimes or quick anecdotes, and whispering the entire time so that you didn’t disturb everyone else in the library right then.

You two probably should’ve moved somewhere else, but it felt as if the entire moment would’ve been broken if you did so. Logical thinking would’ve sunk in on your side of things and you would’ve realized that all of this was a bad idea and you should’ve left, or perhaps never sat down across from him on this carpeted floor in the first place.

“Did you decide what you’re going to do with your summer of freedom?” You asked him instead of leaving or even thinking about doing so. You were mainly joking with your question and just trying to think of something to say, but still, you were a little curious.

“I think I’m gonna do the Europe thing. Go alone,” He told you. “It’s loosely planned right now, but I’ll fully figure it out after finals.”

“Ooh, that’s very Eat, Pray, Love of you,” You joked.

He laughed a bit. “Thanks, I think?”

“I’ve actually never seen that movie before, but from what I think I know of it, it felt fitting to mention it.”

“Do you know what you’re gonna do for the summer?”

“Nothing exciting, really,” You answered with a quick shrug. “I think I’m just gonna stay around here. Robin and Vickie are doing some summer classes, and even though I’m not taking any, staying in the apartment for the summer sounds much better than going home the entire time.”

Steve nodded. “With what you’ve said about your parents, that makes sense.”

“Exactly,” You nodded back. “So, if you get bored of Europe— which I highly doubt, but still— please feel free to come to any of our apartment movie nights and sleep on our couch at any point during the summer.”

You realized way too late what exactly your words implied— that you two were friends, that this moment in the library wasn’t and shouldn’t be a one-off thing. And your brain was quickly rushing you to fix what you said. “Or, I guess, that wouldn’t really make sense since we’re not friends or whatever…”

You could recognize that it was a pretty shitty attempt at backtracking, but all Steve needed to do was simply agree and everything would be fine; or, at least, what you’d convinced yourself was considered as “fine.”

“That ‘going our separate ways’ rule was so dumb,” Steve said instead of agreeing with your previous statement. “We should be friends.”

He was completely right, the rule was dumb. But still, even in this entirely comfortable moment, you knew that you couldn’t say what he wanted to hear.

“I’ve missed this,” He continued on before you could say anything in response. He lightly bumped his knee with yours. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” You blurted it out before you realized what you were even saying, and you didn’t know how true it was until those four simple words were out in the open and sitting in the quiet air between you and Steve.

They abruptly made you inwardly admit everything else that you’d been avoiding and refusing to accept— the almost too obvious reason why you couldn’t be friends with him and why you had refused to break the rule this entire past month.

You’d never be able to be just friends with him. You’d start feeling something more and head down an all too familiar path, another Eddie situation that you weren’t sure if you’d be able to take and not have it break you this time around. Falling for a friend who saw you as nothing more than solely as a friend already sucked once, and you couldn’t imagine letting history repeat itself.

That was why you couldn’t try to do it; you couldn’t try to be normal and keep things as they were between you and Steve. If you two hadn’t gone your “separate ways,” you were certain that you would’ve ended up liking him, inadvertently feeling more for him than what you wanted to.

However, you were realizing now that the joke was actually on you because it still happened anyway.

You liked him a lot. And maybe some part of you always did. But, you knew that you’d never be able to do anything about it.

You were right on one thing, though— this entire moment was a bad idea.

Before you could come up with some random excuse to leave, the sound of Steve’s phone vibrating next to him saved you instead. He grabbed it, looking down at whatever message he just got and then back at you.

“I gotta go. I’m late for this study group thing,” He said. “But, I'm not gonna be an idiot right now and once again say that we should go our separate ways. It’s set in stone now— we’re friends.”

“Okay,” You nodded, not meaning in the slightest.

“You should come over tomorrow. We can watch that one Lindsay Lohan movie that you like and I promise I won’t complain about it.”

“It’s called Freaky Friday. And yeah, okay, that sounds good.”

Right then it was easier to lie than to refuse his statement and make up a different lie about why you couldn’t hang out with him, why you couldn’t ever hang out with him.

Steve gave you one final smile before he stood up. You watched him head down the aisle and then turn the corner before you let yourself lean back against the bookshelf and shut your eyes with a sigh.

Now that you finally admitted to yourself how you felt for him, it was as if the dam broke and all you could think about was how real the entirety of the fake dating thing had been for you— during the power outage where you actually got to know him, during that night where you two spent Valentine’s together at that arcade and pizza place, during everything that happened in Mexico. It was suddenly so obvious, and you were also reminded of that moment during the delayed flight when the realization first hit you.

How different would things be if you had actually accepted it back then? You honestly couldn’t imagine.

Another long sigh fell from your lips as you pulled your legs out of the aisle and crossed them under you.

You really didn’t want to like Steve, and a part of you wanted to try and convince yourself that it wasn’t true; just like you’d done before. But, this time around was so much different. The feelings already felt so settled and certain; you couldn’t even push them away.

And that only made things feel worse because avoidance was your main coping mechanism. So if you couldn’t push away and forget your feelings for Steve, what the hell were you going to do instead?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

It was hours upon hours full of contradictory thoughts. One part of you was telling you to be honest and the other was saying the exact opposite, and at first, you had no idea which side to listen to. You wanted to take the easy way out, but there was something about that that didn't sit right with you. Still, though, you considered it.

More time slowly passed, your head in a constant push and pull, and then it was nearing midnight when you decided to call Steve. It was an impulsive decision that, once you were settled on it, surprisingly felt like the right one.

You sat up in your bed and grabbed your phone off of your nightstand. You could hear the faint sounds of Talia doing something in the kitchen through your shut door, but you knew that it wasn’t her that was keeping you awake since you got in bed twenty minutes ago. Instead, it was your scattered thoughts and confused mind, both of which somehow suddenly felt a thousand percent certain about one thing, which should’ve felt comforting but it actually felt like the opposite.

You pressed call on Steve’s contact name before you could talk yourself out of it.

“Hey,” His voice sounded sleepy when he answered after the third ring, which let you know that you’d woken him up. A part of you felt bad, and you wanted to hang up after saying the quickest “Sorry” to him, but then you remembered why you were calling.

“I can’t be friends with you,” You blurted it out, getting straight to the point because you couldn’t think of a different way to say it.

“Oh…” He sounded confused, and rightfully so, you could recognize that this was probably the weirdest wake-up call ever. “Oh, okay.”

You could’ve simply ended it there and let the phone call be done with, no further explanation or anything so that you could save yourself from potential embarrassment. However, the whole Eddie situation taught you to be honest about how you’re feeling, and in this moment you suddenly felt so settled on doing so.

“At least, I can't try to be your friend without telling you something first, I think,” You told him. “And I’m sorry, I know this probably sounds so random, but I can’t sleep because all I’ve been doing for the past few hours is thinking about this, so I think I just need to be honest right now.”

You paused for a second, taking the quickest breath before speaking. “When we started the fake dating thing, we were pretty much strangers, and as it continued I thought that what we ended up forming was solely just some sort of unexpected friendship. And then when we were ending things, I convinced myself that what we had was actually absolutely nothing and we were just two people helping each other out. But then today at the library I realized that it really wasn’t fake for me, and it wasn’t just a friendship either. It’s so much more than that for me. I like you, Steve.”

Out of everything you had just said, those last four words were definitely the hardest. It felt simultaneously good and bad. So honest that your initial instinct was telling you to take it back, but as the statement settled in the air, you felt entirely okay about it and it made it feel easier to continue talking.

“And I know that it's probably not the same for you because you don’t do relationships and that was the whole point of the fake dating thing for you. I know that. And that's why I refused to accept these feelings or even admit them to myself in the first place.” You let your head fall back against your pillow and you squeezed your eyes shut as you forced yourself to keep going. “So I know that you’re probably gonna say that you don’t feel the same way and that’s okay; or it’ll eventually be okay, I guess, because rejection does suck. But this whole Eddie thing made me realize that maybe I should just be honest about my feelings, so this is me doing that…” You trailed off and then softly said, “Okay, sorry, I’m done talking now.”

Steve was quiet for a bit— it was actually a lot more than just a bit. It was so long that it made you think that he hung up or the call somehow ended, but then he was saying something.

“You should come to Europe with me this summer.”

That was not at all the response you were expecting to hear at that moment, and you had no idea what that response meant. Was it just a nice way of rejecting you or did he maybe feel the same way?

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” He said and somehow you could almost hear him shaking his head at himself. “I’m not used to doing this anymore.”

There was something about the way he said his statement that made you think that he was rejecting you, or at least trying to. And because of that, you quickly tried to make everything fine and okay and normal. “It’s, um... It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. Things will be okay with us. We can still be, uh, friends or whatever.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” He told you, and you could feel your heart fill with something that resembled hope. “I do. I do feel the same way. None of it was fake for me either, and it didn’t take me that long after Mexico and the rest of spring break to finally realize that. The night we “broke up” was actually pretty hard, and it also felt kind of wrong, if that makes sense. I tried to forget about it, though, because of the Eddie part of all of this and what we both agreed on at the beginning of everything.”

“When I finally accepted it today, I tried to push it all away too,” You said. “It was really hard to do, though— literally impossible, actually. Hence why I woke you up and had to tell you all of this in the middle of the night.”

“I get it. I’m just way too likable.”

“Shut up,” You said, but you were smiling.

“It’s the same for you too, though. You’re also really likable. I like you a lot,” Steve told you, and his words sounded so certain and honest that it made your heart do a weird fluttery thing that also wiped your brain of the ability to form any sort of coherent sentence. He then let out the quickest breath of a laugh. “It feels so weird doing this over the phone.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you and your next words came out with no hesitation. “You should come over.”

He was quiet just for a second before he said, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You answered, voice just as soft and quiet as his.

“Okay,” He said, and you could practically hear him nodding.

“Okay, cool,” You responded, trying to be normal and chill about everything, even though your heart felt as if it was about to burst out of your chest in nervous but excited anticipation of seeing him again and talking about everything in person. “See you soon then.”

When the call ended, you simply didn’t do anything for a moment. The same happy smile was on your face and you couldn’t seem to wipe it away, and you honestly didn’t even want to.

And then you were abruptly thinking about what you were wearing and wondering if it was okay. But, was there even any point in changing out of your slightly wrinkled t-shirt and pajama shorts?

You weren’t entirely sure, but you still got up from your bed and turned on your light, and then headed toward your closet.

You were halfheartedly picking through your clothes and making mental comments about everything— a dress felt like overkill and putting on jeans would be too annoying— when something hit you on the head and made you yelp. You looked down and saw that it was Hartford; he had previously been sitting on the shelf above your clothes. You picked him up and placed him back on your desk— his rightful place, you decided.

You also decided that what you were wearing was fine. It obviously made sense for the middle of the night and you’d only feel severely underdressed if Steve showed up wearing a suit, which sounded completely ridiculous.

The abrupt sound of something crashing in the kitchen pulled you out of your head and you left your room to make sure Talia was fine. You didn’t immediately see her when you looked over at the kitchen, but when you said, “Everything okay?” her head popped up from behind the counter.

“Yeah, I’m good. Shit, sorry, did I wake you up?” She asked and then sighed. “The mixer was hidden behind a thousand other things, so when I pulled it out, some pans fell.”

You could hear her fixing the pans and then she stood up.

“No, I was already awake,” You answered as you walked toward her. It was way too hard to not let yourself smile as you said your next words. “Steve’s, um, Steve’s coming over.”

She stopped in the middle of looking for something in the fridge and instead turned to you, the happiest smile on her face. “Oh my god, finally! I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you got back from that date with Adam. I could just tell there was something so different about you and Steve.”

You shook your head as you laughed a bit. “You couldn’t have known about how I felt about Steve then. I barely knew.”

“Of course, I knew. I’m a Psych major for a reason,” She told you, which only made you laugh again. “But, I obviously wasn’t gonna tell you. You had to get there on your own. I’m so glad it didn’t take months, though, and I actually get to see this happen before I graduate and leave.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and then shifted the subject. “What are you making?”

“I’m kinda still deciding. It’ll either be a two-layered cake, cupcakes, or this tart recipe that I just saw,” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just trying to do anything to take my mind off this one final that I’ve been studying for all day.”

That made sense to you. Last semester during the week leading up to finals, she made a fresh batch of cookies every night.

“Maybe I’ll do a cake,” She said, a small teasing smile on her face. “A celebratory one for you and Steve. I’ll frost it white and write ‘Congrats, Lovebirds’ on it in red. Shit, I hope there’s still food coloring left.”

You immediately shook your head. “Please don’t do that. Before when things were fake, you guys couldn’t scare him off, now it definitely could happen.”

“Fine, I’ll just make a completely normal white cake that has absolutely nothing to do with you and Steve. But, deep down, both you and I know the truth.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Thank you.”

She finished grabbing the eggs from the fridge and you headed to the couch, knowing that she liked working alone in the kitchen. A part of you wanted to turn on the TV, but you weren’t in the mood to put on a movie or anything.

You heard Talia hum to herself as she started measuring flour and sugar and then cracking eggs.

It was calming to see her completely in her element with her thoughts focused solely on one thing. Your thoughts didn’t have something specific to focus on, so they instead focused on Steve. Him and you and you two together. Well, together, but not really because nothing was settled yet. So, right now, in this moment, you two were just friends. Or was that not even an accurate description either?

“Get out of your head.”

You looked over at Talia, wondering how long she’d been watching you and seeing you starting to inwardly spiral. “How could you tell?”

“Once again, Psych major for a reason,” She said, giving you a small smile. “Stop thinking so hard about everything right now. It’s all gonna be great when he gets here. Hey, just tell me a story. A random one. First thing that comes to you.”

You thought for a second and then went with the first thing that came to your mind just like Talia said; a quick story about a summer camp that you went to when you were ten. It was almost too easy to think of things to talk about involving the month-long sleep away camps or short stints at super niche-specific camps that your parents found for you.

The knock on the door came when you were in the middle of telling Talia about a different summer, a theater camp you were forced to go to for two weeks when you were twelve.

You quickly got to the end of the story as you walked over to the door. “Long story short, the whole show was canceled due to the pregnancy rumor.”

Talia shook her head in disbelief. “No way.”

“Yeah, it was insane. Spoiler alert, though, she wasn’t pregnant. Thank god. But, that was when I learned how ruthless theater kids are.”

You pulled the door open after letting out a soft laugh at Talia sighing and saying, “Children are evil.”

You wanted to be normal about seeing Steve standing in front of you right then— really, you did— but it was too hard to. He was sporting messy bedhead, sweatpants, and a t-shirt that matched yours with how wrinkled it was. It looked as if he had rushed to get here, which was actually true given the fact that he managed to turn a typical thirty-minute drive into twenty minutes.

“Hi,” You said, a fresh wave of giddiness hitting you immediately and it was hard to contain the smile tugging at your lips.

He didn’t hesitate to match it. “Hey.”

You both simply smiled at each other like idiots for a few moments. Talia was right.

The sound of the oven beeping followed by Talia saying, “How long it takes for the oven to preheat is the one thing that I’m really not gonna miss about this place,” seemed to pull you both out of your lovestruck trance.

“Hi, sorry, come in,” You said to Steve, pushing the door open further so that he could step inside and then you closed it behind him. “Talia’s baking a cake.”

“A completely normal cake,” She told him and you immediately gave her a look. “Anyway, nice to see you again, Steven.”

“You, too,” He said. “What makes it normal?”

“Nothing. Please ignore what she just said,” You told him, and then didn’t think too much as you grabbed his hand and led him toward your room. You didn’t realize what you’d done until your door was shut behind you both and your hand was still holding his— it didn’t feel entirely wrong, though.

You noticed him look at your desk. “You still have Hartford.”

You let go of his hand as you went over to grab the small bear. “Of course, I do. I hope you still have Bowie.”

“Of course,” He said, smiling and matching your certain tone.

“Thinking about it now, I feel like that whole Valentine’s night should’ve sealed the deal for me. It was literally a date,” You said, letting out a laugh as you placed Hartford back down on your desk.

Thinking back to Valentine’s Day also made you abruptly remember that that was also the night he told you about him not wanting anything serious and finally explaining the “why” behind it too. And it was then that you realized that just because he had feelings for you didn’t necessarily mean that his mindset on relationships had changed too.

You were rushing to continue and verbalize that before Steve could say anything. “And I completely get it if all of this doesn’t really change anything. Because none of this means that how you view love and relationships has changed. Not saying that you love me or anything but–”

He cut off your rambling with a head shake. “Hey, no, this is so different. I want everything with you.” It was hard not to become shy under his gaze, especially as he said those words, but you still refused to look away from him as he kept talking.

“You kind of changed it all for me. I was scared of it before, I think— of doing anything serious and letting anyone in because I just assumed that I’d end up getting heartbroken again. But, with you, it never really felt like that; scary or anything. I think that when we were stuck at my place during the power outage and just talking, deep down I knew that things with you were gonna be different or already were; it didn’t feel weird or scary getting deep with you or letting you in. Same thing with that night in Mexico when we were eating cereal and talking about all of that serious stuff. It took a while for me to actually admit what all of those things meant, though.”

Hearing him say that made you think about when he proposed the fake dating thing, when he said that guys are dumb and it takes them a while to realize things. Thinking about those words now made you smile.

“Guys are stupid,” You said. “You’re the one that told me that.”

Steve nodded, laughing a little. “We are. That’s still very true.”

“I was also stupid. I avoided everything for a long time too.”

“Glad to know we’re both idiots then,” He said, which made you smile wider.

For a second, nothing else was said; it honestly felt as if nothing else really needed to be said right then. You weren’t sure if it was you or him that closed most of the distance between you two— perhaps it was both of you. Either way, a silent agreement to push things further was made as your arms came up to loosely circle his neck and his hands found your waist.

It was you who didn’t waste a second to turn that final bit of space between you into nothing. You leaned in slowly, though, nose brushing against his before softly finding his lips.

It was simply just a peck at first, a chaste kiss just to test the waters and define this moment as different from the other few times that this had happened. You both knew that this was entirely different. It wasn’t good but confusing like during the blind date, and it wasn’t for show like the times in Mexico. This first kiss was right, and as simple and brief as it was, it felt damn near perfect.

When you pulled away after just a second, Steve didn’t hesitate to lean right back in, quickly letting his mouth find yours again. One of his hands left your waist and came up to cup your cheek instead. That soft touch grounded you, it kept you steady and it also did something to your heart; made it start thumping wildly in your chest.

There was no part of you that wanted this moment to end, you wanted to live in it for as long as you could and memorize every single part of it. The way your fingers so easily found home in the hair at the nape of his neck. His warm hand on your waist that you could practically feel through your t-shirt. How it was almost like a dance happening as Steve guided you back against your shut door, pressing you against it, and you used that as the opportunity to pull him impossibly closer to you.

It didn’t take long for you two to end up in your bed; you quickly became too tired of standing and the doorknob poking into your side became too uncomfortable.

Your legs were on either side of his lap and he was leaning back against the headboard, pulling you toward him. It felt like you were two teenagers who had just discovered what making out was. And it also felt as if you both were in agreement about feeling like you two had wasted so much time not kissing over the last month of not talking to each other and since you two met that you were trying to make up for all of that lost time.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, Steve’s lips found your neck, and your eyes immediately slipped shut.

“I meant what I said before,” He mumbled against your skin, but you heard him clearly.

Your eyes were still contentedly closed as you asked, “Meant what?”

“That you should come to Europe with me this summer.”

You let out a soft laugh that quickly turned into a sigh of contentment when his lips found a particularly sensitive part of your neck. “You’re insane.”

“Insanely serious,” Steve said in between kisses.

You pulled back then to look at him— it was hard to do, you really didn’t want to pull away, but reluctantly you did. You wanted to gauge how serious he was actually being right then, and you could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t joking.

His hands found yours and intertwined them. “Say yes.”

How happy he sounded rubbed off on you and you had to bite your lip to suppress your growing smile. “I’ll think about it.”

“That sounds like a yes to me,” He said, still smiling as he leaned in to kiss you.

You pulled away after the briefest second. “I’m serious.” You weren’t at all. “I gotta make a pro and con list to make sure this is the right decision.”

“Okay, I’m already thinking of a bunch of pros to add to the list,” Steve told you and then gave you a playful smile. “I can’t think of any cons, though, so...” He finished off with a shrug that made you laugh.

Weirdly enough, no cons were coming to your mind right then either.

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the yearning for these two was hurting us so badly that i spewed out a whole 8.1k in a week lmfao. hope it was able to lift some end of year/holiday spirits.

2024 IN FIC RECS: (it's a goal to read more in 2025 omg.. these are all the ones from friends i'll plug for now, and all the fics sent to the artist drop channel in our server!) éffleurer (ksj) - @sugaurora not yet (myg) & substance (knj) - @newmittens obsidian (myg) - @sailoryooons cyberslut (myg) - @kimnjss party on you (jhs) - @here2bbtstrash in motion (jjk) - @yoonia lover to lean on (pjm) - @sketchguk no strings (pjm) & the holi-date (kth) - @kpopfanfictrash moonlit throne (myg) - @hobidreams miracle of the season (jjk) - @cybrsan midnight (jjk) - @leahsfavefics crystallized (ksj, myg) - @floralseokjin server artist drops: friendcation (myg) - @kingofbodyrolls i will come to you (ksj) - @/kingofbodyrolls whalien52 (pjm) - @/kingofbodyrolls end of the world (myg) - @/kingofbodyrolls i'm not sure?! (pjm, kth, jjk) - @melancholy-of-nadia infatuation (myg) - @/melancholy-of-nadia love you lately (myg, knj, pjm) - @/melancholy-of-nadia too high (myg, jhs) - @ysljoon whirlwind (myg) - @/ysljoon midnight snacks (kth) - @xiumya the moon goddess's chosen (myg) - @army93bangya gods of the dark (myg) - @/sailoryooons need you to be sure (kth) - @yoongimain route 613 (knj, myg, vmin) - @daegudrama elemental (jjk) - @/kpopfanfictrash txt - a night out at the club - @jettithink risky business (jhs) - @jaysdimples what the moon saw (myg) - @violetsiren90

2025 PROJECTS:

ot7 releases: release at least one fic or drabble for every member!

open source fic rec form: a form for both writers and readers to submit their fics or recs so we can all have a centralized list.

3tan physical copies: get these babies out in the world! i know y’all have been wanting them so i’ll try.

3tan finale: finish out the main 3tan storyline. this is gonna destroy me in every way possible, but i think i can do it. we’ll make it through.

what a damn year! dunno how we managed to do all of this in 2024 but i'm grateful y'all are still here or ventured through the blog at some point. thank you all again!

this was so late so I’m assuming i’m the last to do it, but if you see this and wanna consider yourself tagged then be my guest!

#woohoo we have a 2024 wrapped!#ty ty dia and b for tagging!#2024 wrapped #*ryenfictalk #ryenwrites #bts fic

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narfin-frood · 1 month ago

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Hi! I'm a big fan of your art, and I just wanted to know, did you study the WOY art style? I'm asking because the way you draw each character, Hater especially, is so expressive! Do you have any tips with expressions? Thank you!

thank you so much!! and to kinda answer your question: while what i do is, technically, studying, that's not what it feels like. i genuinely just enjoy looking at character sheets. a lot of the time they'll include little notes about things you wouldn't think about unless you're told to, like wander's eyes typically angling towards each other at the bottom or sylvia's eyes obscuring the full width of her neck.

(i have any one of these open in my reference panel almost always! not only are these full of tips & tricks for your everyday sketching, they're full of rules for each character, which are meant to be broken in interesting and fun ways.)

[im gonna pack a bunch of other, tangentially related tips and tricks and thoughts into the readmore, including my personal breakdown of hater's expressions specifically, so feel free to give it a click. long post ahead]

a lot of stuff can be picked up by just watching the cartoon as many times as you want. i have watched every episode (minus big fucking baby episode, which i hate) like 6 times over, sometimes more (looking at you the rager), and that has definitely solidified my wander over yonder visual library.

also, wander over yonder's art style already fits in with the way i draw, because i LOVEE long curvy lines and super crisp & clear silhouettes!!

as for why/how i get hater so expressive.... that mainly has to do with the fact that i think he's So Cute. He's So Cute and i wanna Squash Him. and his character design reflects that!!!

his hood is his eyebrow and his eyes may or may not be rolling around in their sockets, and his nose is a little upside down heart. but all of the lord hater emotion is stored in the chin. lord hater has a bunch of specific and VERY malleable options for mouth shapes, depending on what makes the expression and lipsync look clearest.

you can keep it super simple, with a clear divide between his top and bottom jaw, and do several round bumps for teeth, which they do a lot when tweening, like this:

this kind of seems to be his default state, depending heavily on the episode and when it was made and who was drawing him the most, of course.

you can also keep his jaw and skull distinct, but keep his teeth straight and flush with each other, which helps for sharper expressions, esp. anger or frustration, but can also work for a good "squee". he also sometimes pouts so hard his chin eats his mouth, which is, again, cute.

if you're having trouble keeping an expression clear while also maintaining the distinction between his jaw and the rest of his skull, it's pretty common also to forego most of the overt skeleton bits, save for a few hatch marks to indicate teeth (sometimes squiggles or bumps, when he's yelling about it). in my head i affectionately refer to this style of hater expression as the "peanut sans"

none of these convey the intensity of emotion you're looking for? fear not, you can also always just go Full Skeleting. and give his teeth a full outline. this is great for Pain and Strain and Nefariousness.

and then there are a million expressions in between and possibilities within these parameters beyond your wildest belief. nothing should hold you back from a really fucked-up lord hater expression. not proportion. not structure. ESPECIALLY not symmetry. please. make his chin bigger. make his head bigger. make one eye bigger. make him look in two different directions. scrunch his nose up. whatever it takes. by all means. i implore you to have fun

(honorable mention. his W face. the face when he says the consonant W. sometimes OO. i'm. obsessed. with it . he looks. kity)

anyway. lord hater tangent aside. i could also share my own process for expressions, but it really just hinges on what looks appealing/what i like the most/what communicates the emotion i want to communicate the clearest, and it varies between characters and people.

it helps to, again, build your visual library, and look at lots and lots of funny faces, both in real life and in cartoons you like. make funny faces in the mirror and try to focus on what parts of your face change shape or interact with other parts of your face when you do something like smile really wide or drop your jaw. your skin is taut, and there's a bunch of muscle and fat attached to your bones, so when one big bone moves, a bunch of muscles and fat under the surface will shift around too, and understanding that relationship is really helpful in the long run, both for drawing real people and for drawing cartoons.

and the easiest way to retain information like that is to have fun while you study. stop thinking of it as studying and start thinking of it as gathering information on this thing you like a lot and want to do more of, like when you scroll through someone's account to look at all their art, and just. do more of that. do more exploring and observing. since animation is my special interest, this part is pretty easy for me, but it does still take practice to get into that mindset, especially when you convince yourself you have to be super strict and rigid to make it in the art world. focus on drawing and observing what makes YOU happy first, and everything else will follow.

and don't worry about taking notes. don't worry about remembering everything you look at. just look at things you like, and think about them for longer than you usually would. think about the shapes and colors. what makes that drawing so darn appealing to you, besides subject matter and the vague concept of an "artstyle"? you'll be surprised just how abstract what appeals to you can be. for me, with expressions especially, it comes down to random shit like "i like when the edge of a character's mouth creates a tangent with the outline of their head" instead of "pretty eyes" or other, vaguer elements. and that shit i like becomes a part of my artstyle, but only when it fits in and looks appealing, because you can't do stuff like this in every single drawing & retain a full range of expression

ANYway. i hope this made some sense/helped at least a little. i like lord hater a lot. and i also like to draw

#ask #rambling #wander over yonder #lord hater #myart

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cherrysurf · 28 days ago

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try again (osamu miya x f!reader)

Chapter 2: The new relationship

warnings: comparing two people, angst, self gaslighting, fluff, if you squint

It’s been officially a year since you and Atsumu had reconciled and moving back to japan from the states. Your life was on a high right now like nothing could stop you, you felt and looked great. Life was just the way you wanted it after so many years of trying to fix the broken pieces.

Yours and Atsumu friendship grew stronger like it was all those years ago

“you should get back out in the dating scene Yn.” Atsumu expressed looking at you with a mischievous grin like he had something up his sleeve.

As of recent dinners and lunches with the blonde boy you knew since middle school became a weekly thing except you weren’t those kids with silly topics no. you were those adults with silly discussions now which you found immense joy in. You craved a connection like this after not having one since…..

well since Osamu. Although the strange thing was you didn’t yearn for him anymore… The pain very much felt like a blur due to so much that has happened to you in the past year it felt all like a bad dream.

“I feel the dating scene sucks right now though and I'm fine being alone, ya know tsumu.” you brush it off while staring at him trying to read his expressions.

“Come on, give it a try, can I set you up with one of my teammates? Who are we thinking of Hinata? oo maybe Sakusa? or what about Bokuto?” he says, wiggling his eyebrows with a smile trying to figure out which one of his teammates you found cute. Your body somehow freezes at the sound of Bokuto’s name.

“Stop being ridiculous tsumu” you say, crossing your arms with a very loud scoff, as if the redness on your face wasn’t obvious enough.

Yes. The whole Msby team was very attractive. You couldn’t deny or fight that with anyone. However Bokuto's charisma and the way he carried himself out shined the rest of them. He was athletic, funny, caring and had a big personality.

You two didn’t have similarities at all, in fact you both were very different. Somehow though he still drew you in, making you nervous when he would greet you. Having you mix up your words at the sight of him post match. His smile radiated the entire room. The fact that you would notice him as soon as he walked in. He was everything Osamu wasn’t…

That was good. This is what you wanted. Or more so what you needed. You and osamu complimented each other so well, You both had loud and quiet tendencies which were able to match each other like puzzle pieces without a problem.

Bokuto was constantly on the go, constantly moving, constantly hyper. He did have his chill moments before he’d get excited about something, At first you questioned the way he acted and his persona.

Later you grew used to it as you saw him more often and began seeing that the way he acted was something good, it was something different.

Why would you look for comfort in the same thing that made you feel unwanted and hurt? Why would you seek out the same personality’s, Why must you be stuck in the past?

So different was good. He was different from you, from him, from anything you knew. Different.

“Earth to Ynnnn why did you space out Bokuto's name? Ya gotta thing for him? I could set you up. He thinks you're cute too just saying…” Atsumu said with the stupidest grin ever like he cracked a code.

“Bokuto is a cute guy…did he really say that about me?” you look at atsumu trying to see if this was all some sick joke to get you to admit you did have a crush on one of his friends.

“Yea, but you didn’t hear it from me. Anywho let me set you guys up? I could finally get him to FINALLY shoot his shot." Atsumu claps and yells as if proud of his success of setting up his two best friends with each other.

“ What do you mean by finally?” you raise an eyebrow at the fact he said “finally.”

“Well the thing is. Bokuto had always found you cute since you first met each other at the game. I told him you weren’t ready for the dating scene yet after a bad breakup, BUT I DIDN'T SAY IT WAS WITH YOU KNOW WHO.” he raised his hands as if to signify that there was no peace broken between you and him and no mention of you and osamu.

You sat there with your eyebrows furrowed trying to think about what to say. Should you really give Bokuto a chance? Are you ready for a relationship? Are you over Osamu? Those answers were simple.

Yes. Yes. And maybe.

“okay…I guess you can set us up, he's a good guy. I'd like to get to know him on a deeper level.” you say slightly doubting the words coming at your mouth, but pushing those thoughts deep down in your mind.

“Perfect, I'll set everything up then. You’ll thank me later yn.” he said hugging you excited to see what the future has in store for you two.

“something different.” you kept telling yourself

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With A Little Help From My Friends ⋆⁺₊❅.

Alexandra Saint Mleux ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Instagram Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

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With A Little Help From My Friends Masterlist ݁𝜗𝜚. Alexandra Saint Mleux Masterlist ݁𝜗𝜚.

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logically-asexual · 8 days ago

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I saw one of your posts on a yt short! You've broken containment!!

oo cool!! do you remember what it was about? i’m curious 👀

#i remember i once showed up in someone’s instagram too #fun :D

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arkhammaid · 2 years ago

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⓶ PROMPT 50 with Itoshi Rin [Blue Lock]

fandom. blue lock

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

prompt. a goodbye kiss that says ''i don't love you the way you love me, and i'm setting you free''

content warnings. angst, breakup, written in lowercase, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.3k

notes. second post for my milestone event, i'm very sorry it took me so long writing block hitting hard. requested by @oo-mi-ru-oo i hope you like it (even tho it's angst)

loving itoshi rin is what you did the moment you met him. when you met him, he towered over you, his eyes cold and lips pressed together. when you met him, his brother just crushed his dreams.

you loved a rin, who’s heart was broken, tender and bleeding, you loved a rin who came to you in need of comfort. you loved a rin, who loved you because he had no one else.

but then the obsession came— the obsession of crushing his brother, defeating him on the field, surpassing him in every way possible. said obsession took over, his body, mind and heart chained by the desire to destroy his older brother.

this obsession changed him, his tender, bleeding heart suddenly growing cold. no longer he came to you in need of love and comfort, no longer he held you in his arms while tears taint his cheeks. no longer he kissed you as if he loved you, no longer he loved you the way you do.

you gave him everything when he was at his lowest. you gave him your heart and your life, your love— you dedicated yourself to him. he treasured you, you know this, but now… now no longer.

he may still love you, remaining feelings of older times, but this love holds nothing onto the obsession he harbors.

he may still love you, but it’s not enough. it’s not enough for you to remain with him, not when his love has grown cold and distant. he may still love you, but no longer is said love his first and uttermost priority.

and so you kiss him, one last time. you kiss him, pour everything in this last kiss, a goodbye.

you set him free, praying he won’t destroy himself in his path. you set him free, because your love is not enough. you set him free, because his love was no longer enough.

you set him free, with one last kiss, touch lingering on your lips, while your heart aches.

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otpcutie · 1 month ago

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AO3 wrapped 2024

Rules: In a new post, share your AO3 wrapped stats for this year using these templates by @secret-third-thing 💚 [Edit: the link seems to be broken sorry - template pics under the cut]

Oo, I beat my wc for last year by a little!! My top fics by hits were:

All In (Stucky, 10.4k)

Pheromones (Stucky, 1.7k)

What Are Friends For? (Drarry, 2k)

Tempting Fate (Winteriron, 6.6k - ongoing)

Steve's Night Off (Stucky, 12.5k - ongoing)

Tagging:

@late-to-the-party-81 @stargazing-enby @mrs-elsie-barnes @katia-anyway @the-flaming-nightmare

@writer-or-whatever @stuckydrewx @metalbvcky @ghotifishreads @mrs-elsie-barnes

@hsvh-hp @blackwood4stucky @siobhanhazel & anyone else who wants to!!

#thought id make this a game!! id love to see everyones🥰#tag game #pals #otpcutie talks #otpcutie #ao3 wrapped

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idyllic-affections · 2 years ago

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The platonic kaeya hcs were amazing !! If you’re still taking requests, how abt expanding on kaeya and his sibling and maybe the ragnvindr family drama :oo

how does the presence of kaeya's sibling change the fallout?

summary. how, if at all, does the presence of kaeya's sibling change his falling out with diluc?

trigger & content warnings. blood, depictions of a broken nose, canon-typical ragnvindr family drama, crying, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst, hurt/comfort. kaeya & younger sibling!reader, diluc & reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of these headcanons, but it can be read as a standalone.

author's thoughts. hello lovely!! thank you hehe... my kaeya content always seems to get less traction than my other genshin content so im very glad you like those hcs!! my requests are always open unless i explicitly state otherwise, so feel free to send anything in whenever. i dont work on requests in the order which they come in; i work on them based on what i find inspiring, so i dont feel the same pressure other writers might to fulfill their requests, you know? im not as worried about being overwhelmed or burnt out bc of that, so requests are always open <3

how does the presence of kaeya's younger sibling change his fallout with diluc? that is indeed a complex question.

the short answer is that it doesn't.

the long answer is a bit more complicated than that.

kaeya is very protective of his baby sibling. he does all that he can to ensure that they're safe and smart and capable, because if he happens to not be around and trouble comes their way...

well, he wants to be absolutely confident that they can handle it, whether that be by smooth-talking their way out of it (kaeya has admitted to certain people that he is very amused by the way they seem to have inherited his so-called "linguistic powers") or by fighting their way out of it.

moreover, he loves them so, so much. they most definitely have a target on their back because of that. kaeya knows he has a tendency to sometimes associate with people that... aren't exactly righteous when he needs information. he also knows that his sheer adoration for the sweetheart he somehow gets to call his sibling isn't a secret to anyone who's been in mondstadt for more than a day. he can't restrict their freedom (especially not in mondstadt of all nations), so to combat his fear, he teaches them how to handle themselves in all kinds of situations.

he always knew better than to lie to them about their heritage, for a lie that severe would only cause harm. kaeya treasured their trust far too dearly to so much as even scratch it slightly.

...

perhaps it would have been best to be honest and transparent with diluc, too?

diluc discriminates not between the alberich siblings, but he doesn't go out of his way to harm the youngest, either. they're only a child. surely they didn't know? though, by the end of everything...

diluc has landed a deep scratch on their cheek and possibly broken their nose, all because they did know the truth.

kaeya does not take that well.

if anything, the presence of kaeya's sibling worsens the fallout, for if kaeya were to ever blame himself for what happened, all of those thoughts disappear the moment diluc lays hands on what is most dear to him.

and as for kaeya's sibling?

"fuck you, ragnvindr. i hate you more than you'll ever know. have fun being alone. it's what you deserve."

they feel a rage that they've never felt before despite the blood dripping from their broken nose and split lip, despite the overall numbness of their face from their wounds.

protectiveness does go both ways with the alberichs, it seems.

even long after the fallout, when the raging fires are reduced to spiteful words and brief exchanges full of bitterness, kaeya's sibling still holds the deepest resentment towards diluc.

(diluc doesn't need to know that there are nights where all kaeya can do is helplessly hold them as they cry about wanting their other brother back.

all diluc knows is that they hate him.

knowing that, he can't bring himself to approach them.)

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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heavysighing-dreamyeyes · 4 months ago

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HELLO rae it is me again !!!💞💞💞

Theres something that gets me thinking when im reading about Jason which is the differences between Jason and AK!Jason

Its kinda similar to that post you made a while ago about how they are different people and therefore will act differently and that is sooo true

Like first of all, the part of his death

I like how its that thing that completely changes Jason because while Jason's rage was [intensified] from the Lazarus Pit — hallucinations, physical and mental modification and just an overall change in youre whole being, he never really changed being the way he is

But AK!Jason is driven completely by emotions, its ten times more raw and fragile since he never died in the first place, so there was no mysterious magic soup that changed his brain chemistry, he got instead (by his words) filled with rage and pain that he cant take it out of him, since basically he grew up with all the torture from his teens to adult life basically (When the human brain is developing!! How nice!!)

AND THEN MY DEAR I SAY HOW whilst Jason did die, he came back to life, he was given a second chance to live again, whereas AK!Jason cant, because he never died, yet he was killed in the most brutal way known to man, so he was killed and left like that, like something hollow sent out to the world to survive.

Jason chose his path by himself, although it'd be hard, he could (and did in a way) go back to his family, but he doesnt agree with Bruce's methods of doing things so he decided to do it the way he deems effective.

On the other hand, AK!Jason never wanted to be in that cell confined for years knowing nothing else but pain, and no one knew that AK!Jason was alive either but he believed people just thought so because they abandoned him. He was completely on his own and saw no other choice but to do what he had to do.

I guess its also why i like AK!Jason x reader fanfics a lot, i think its interesting how people insert a character into the life of someone who feels so beyond help. Thats also why youre my fav AK!jason writter honestly

ANYWAY THATS JUST RAMBLES BEFORE BED BYE RAE TAKE CARE OF URSELF 🥰🥰💋💋💋

Hello, nonnie! I always love seeing your thoughts! oo, okay, I'll have to do a whole other post on my thoughts on pit madness and fandom vs canon, cause I could go on for ages. But that's besides the point. (idk if it'll be an popular opinion so I'll just keep that to myself for now lol)

I could talk about AK vs Jason for hours too. (I have and will again) I looove what you said about how AK never got to live again, because he never really died!! It's so visceral.

Here's this boy who everyone thinks is dead. They moved on, found ways to cope and 'honor' his memory. But he's not dead. He's not dead and every piece of vile trash Gotham has ever spit it out is taking out their aggression on him for months and months.

Even with all the awful and the abuse and things that make you sick to think about, he has hope. He believes Batman is going to come from him, that if he's brave enough and holds out for long enough, he'll be saved. Until he doesn't. Until there's a new Robin.

And if Jason isn't Robin? If he isn't struggling and fighting to withstand torture as Robin? Then what is he doing? What's the point? Is he even anything now other than what Joker says he is?

Both Jasons had hope. But AK is the one that had it wrenched away from his hands one broken finger after another. Truly, he was broken down until he had nothing left and all there was what Joker made of him.

Except that's not quite true. He still had the strength to escape, still was able to make a deal with Deathstroke, still was able to claw and scratch and turn himself into something new.

It's why I adore him. There's something about the indominable human spirit he portrays and continues to portray. He could have won, during Arkham Knight, he could have let Scarecrow torment Batman on live TV and he could have used every skill and coin and connection he had to take over Gotham. But at the core of who he is, Jason Todd is good.

So, he helps, both Jasons do. It doesn't matter if you agree if what he does is right or how he does it is moral. He saves people, he cleans up the streets, and he does it all from the view of a victim who doesn't want anyone to be able to commit the horrors that were committed to them.

And now if you add the reader into the mix of all of that? Someone he loves? Somewhere between that cell in Arkham and him donning the suit, I think those feelings are going to get twisted. It's not that he loves you any less, it's just that it feels different. Love turns into a desire to possess, and not out of a need to stifle who you are, but out of a need to keep you safe.

He's seen the worst of Gotham, god forbid that ever comes near you. He's going to do whatever it takes to ensure you remain untouched, and untainted, even by him.

#I'm honored to be your fav ak writer #I love him very much #rae rambles about jason and the reader #ak!jason todd meta #asks #💙

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m1dn1ght-hag · 2 years ago

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hello ^^ can i request a sebek x male reader?

oo maybe the reader can sew and he makes cute little plushies of him and sebek so they can still have each other even when the other is far away. the image of post nrc sebek being away for a mission and bringing his mini reader along makes me sob and kick my feet </3

preferably a fluff but if you want to turn it into an angst to fluff then i don’t mind 👀

☽ starring | Sebek x male reader

☽ pronouns used | he/him

☽ genre | mostly fluff <3, hint(?) of angst

☽ summary | Mc gifts Sebek a hand-made plushie, and his ordeals with said plushie

☽ CW | mentions of a sewing needle (but its very brief), Lilia being a little shit, cuss word (like… once?)

☽ note | the idea of sebek secretly carrying around a plushie of his boyfriend for times he can’t be around him is so goddamn sweet im goginf to WXPLODE 😭 got my brain absolutely PUMPING rn. soft sebek owns my heart

Sebek knew about Mc’s hobby during their time at NRC. He’d watch him work, when he wasn’t looking of course, marveling at his craft. At the time, if Mc were to catch him staring he’d deny it adamantly and avert his gaze, a red tint making it’s way along his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

Sebek stared at Mc, deadpanned, as he held up a plushie in his image in front of him, waiting for him to grab it.

“…Mc, what is this?” He furrows his brows, unsure of what Mc wants him to do with it.

“I made me-“ Mc point to himself, “-for you,” he point to Sebek. Motioning for him to grab the plushie, he reach into his bag with his free hand, “and I made you, too!”

Holding the plushie up for Sebek to see as he gingerly pulls the one that looks like Mc out of his hand, flushing at the plushie in his likeness. Unsure of what to say he just stares at Mc, then the plushie in his hands, then the plushie in his, then back to Mc.

Sebek has seen Mc working on something earlier, either by hand or with machine, and wondered what he was making, but didn’t pry seeing as he needed his concentration to avoid hurting himself with the needle.

A simple “why?” was all he could manage out, confused at the gesture.

“Well… Now that we’ve graduated, you have a full-time job as Malleus’ knight and have to leave on ‘business trips’ often. So, I thought it’d be nice for us to have, y’know? So, when we get lonely, we have our mini uses.” Mc rambles out, gesturing to himself and Sebek as if to enunciate his point as he feels his face warm when explaining his thought process.

Sebek’s eyes fall back onto the plushie in his hands, studying all the love put into the small details and stitching. The pale green heart sewn onto the shirt made his own heart skip a beat, as a red tint made it’s way to his ears.

Mc watched his expression nervously, worrying that maybe he overstepped. He chewed on his lip nervously until he noticed the way Sebek’s face turned red the longer his eyes lingered on the doll, pupils dilating ever so slightly.

“…Thank you,” he muttered out eventually, eyes still trained on Mc’s gift.

“Do you like it?” Mc inquires and Sebek cleared his throat, finally broken free from his trance.

“It’s decent work, for a human,” he coughed out the last bit, however Mc knew his words held no real bite by the way he couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Well, I’m glad. I put all of my love into making this for us,” Mc sighs, reaching his free hand up to squeeze Sebek’s, smiling when he felt him squeeze back.

Sebek didn’t respond, eyes now trained on the doll in Mc’s hands and the heart— in his favorite color, he noted— sewn into it’s shirt as well. He was genuinely impressed by Mc’s talent, always has been since freshman year, and how well he managed to capture both his and Sebek’s likenesses in such.. Cutesy, and simple dolls.

“Can… I see yours?” He seemed to hesitate, the red returning to his cheeks at his idea.

“Oh, yeah!” Handing him the doll, Mc watched as he stares at them intensely for a good minute before he shakily moves them closer together, giving the illusion that they’re holding hands as his face bursts red and he quickly hands the one that looks like him back to Mc.

Mc barely had anytime to process the action before Sebek drops the doll back into his hands, clearly embarrassed by what he’d just done.

“I appreciate it, thank you very much!” He yelled quickly. Mc couldn’t help the way his heart swelled and hammered against his chest, only smiling at him, though his gaze was turned away from Mc.

And though he would never admit it aloud due to his pride, he definitely carries the plushie gifted to him around. The silly little plushie becomes a comfort item, especially when he has to be away from Mc for long periods of time due to his service to Malleus. On days he especially misses his boyfriend, and physically can’t hold him, he cuddles the plushie. He holds it close to him, trying to feel his warmth through it, and even presses small kisses to the top of its head.

Sebek let out an irate sigh as he opened his eyes, staring up at the roof. He’d been gone for roughly two weeks now, and each day he missed Mc more than the last. He’s found it hard to sleep without Mc next to him, ever since he snuck into his bed one night at NRC, and not being able to have him next to him was slowly tearing him apart.

Tiredly, he rolled onto his side, clutching the doll close to his chest. Sleeping on his back was just not gonna be an option tonight, it seemed.

He would get so embarrassed if Lilia, Silver, or Malleus were to find the plushie. Lilia and Silver would tease him lightheartedly, watching the red flush spread across his cheeks as he turns away and clamps his eyes shut, embarrassed that he was found carrying a plushie of his boyfriend for comfort.

It was week three of his departure and Lilia had found his bag. Being the little shit he is (affectionate), he decided to dig around in it.

“Awww, Sebek what is this?” Lilia coos, holding up the plushie he pulled from his bag as Sebek’s face immediately turned bright red.

“Master Lilia!” Sebek yelped, reaching for the plushie in the fae’s hands, as he snickered at Sebek’s desperation.

Silver turns his head at the commotion, eyes landing on the doll in Lilia’s hands.

“Sebek has a doll of his boyfriend, how cute!” Lilia giggles as Sebek hastily retrieves it from his grasp, hiding it from Malleus’ gaze as the prince also turned to them with a quirked brow.

Silver walked over, a slight smirk in his lips, “does he, now?”

“I do not!” Sebek insisted, having hid the doll underneath his arm, “I don’t need the comfort of a doll! I am Lord Malleus’ knight, and knights don’t need dolls!”

“Poor Sebek’s embarrassed,” Lilia sighed, obviously teasing Sebek, evident by his tone and the mischievous glint in his gaze.

“May I see?” Malleus inquired.

“There’s nothing to see!”

“GASP!” Lilia faked a shocked expression, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Sebek? Ignoring a request from Malleus? What a scandal!”

“URGH,” Sebek jerked, freezing as if he got shot.

“Father…” Silver shook his head upon watching Sebek’s inner conflict through his body movements.

“Ah, t’was simply a jest. Youngins these days,” Lilia relented with a sigh.

He keeps it with him all the time, and on the off-chance he misplaces it, he is absolutely DEVASTATED until he finds it again and cries tears of joy (not that he’d admit it to anyone.)

Week four, he’d misplaced the plushie.

When he realised he lost it, it tore him up inside. He was so upset about it. It was a gift from Mc, and it brought him comfort when he couldn’t be around him, and now it’s gone. He didn’t know what he’s do if he couldn’t locate the plushie again.

He began to rummage through every single one of his bags, drawers, baskets, sheets, anything to find where he lost the doll as he felt tears stinging in his eyes.

“Where…” He sniffled, swallowing thickly as he tore his room apart in the search, feeling his heart drop more each time he couldn’t find the plushie. He checked under the sheets, under the pillow, under the mattress. Yet, everything was turning of cold and he was getting more upset as time passed.

He slumped against the bed, shoulders hunched as he ran a hand down his face feeling defeated. He felt bad about having lost the heartfelt gift Mc gave him, and even more so since it brought comfort to him since the two of them were separated. He couldn’t dare to ask him to make him another, so he’d just have to find the one he lost.

“Hey, Sebek?” A knock on his door startled him, and he jolted up.

“Yes? What is it?” He steeled his voice, surprisingly good at hiding the wobble he was expecting to hear.

“You forgot your doll in Lilia’s quarters, he asked me to return it to you. Said something about how devastated you’d be without your boyfriend?” Sebek felt relief wash over him at Silver’s words and he promptly stood, casting a quick spell to hide the evidence of his despair.

Swiftly pulling the door open, and startling Silver, he nodded his head, grabbing the plushie from Silver’s hands, “Thank you!”

And the door was shut as quick as it was opened.

“Uh? You’re.. Welcome?”

When the two of them are together, the plushies are always side-by-side, holding hands.

“Welcome home, Sebek,” Mc embraced Sebek as he entered the door, feeling the way he melted in his grasp. He placed a kiss against Sebek’s cheek, before he buried his nose in his neck, breathing in his scent that he’d missed so much.

Sebek’s usual well-maintained hair was unkempt and falling in his face, much to his distaste, as he returned Mc’s embrace. He could feel Sebek’s exhaustion in the way he draped over him, holding him close and enveloping him in his warmth. The embrace lasted like that for a couple minutes, neither of them saying anything.

He eventually, begrudgingly, pulled away to reach into his bag and Mc watched as he pulled out the plushie he gifted him. He then walked into the bedroom, where Mc’s sat, and placed it next to it, red blossoming along his cheeks.

“I couldn’t keep them separated,” he turned away to hide his blush when he caught Mc gaze.

☽ final note | i hope this was enough, if you want me to go more in depth of sebek and his plushie i most certainly can 🫶

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek fluff

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remotus11 · 6 months ago

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Shit ton of FoE OCs that I don't have refs for

(or i have but they're fugly lol)

Long post under cut

Hawk

Not his real name, hawk is ashamed of his actual name an cutiemark so hides them.

Been there, done that, done her, done him, done all of em))

Forgot to add that he's short as fuck. This is weight reduction for better flight trust me bro

Bro fucks everything that moves. Element of Disloyalty

He got few funny outfits

Fading Light

The failed "Protagonist tm"

Tried to become a princess like Twi by creating Elements of Disharmony but womp womp

Went insane with revenge after failing her "Protagonist tm " goals, fused with her dark creepy def cursed magic amulet and became Rising Dark (sth like Nightmare Moon)

Rosalia and Wolfheart

"Wolf" is read like in german with "o" sound instead of "oo"

Mafia boss and her bodyguard husband :3

Rosalia has a dress and a rose for every occasion

Muzzle Flash and Barrel Blaze

Famous gunslingers in the past, were called The Bullet Brothers

Muzzle Flash wears his brothers bandana after his death

Barrel is Thunder Blast's shitty alcoholic father. Well was until Thunder fried this head into the ground. Best son in the world :)

Muzzle is Thunders uncle, not the best moral example but at least he didn't drink. He's like 75 now, retired from mercs and owns a gun shop

Polly Pint and Molly Mint

Twin sisters. Polly was a barpony and Molly was a farmer

Polly was good friends with Muzzle and Barrel and sometimes babysat Thunder. Unsuccessfully tried to seduce Muzzle Flash cos her boring husband died and she was bored lol. But his aro/ace ass wouldn't give in

Both sisters had died of old age

King Carmine

Self-proclaimed Changeling king with basically no hive yet

Worked as a prostitute at the Blue-winged Filly brothel (blue-winged grasshopper (Oedipoda caerulescens) is called голубокрылая кобылка(filly) in russian also has similar name in ukrainian, but this world play and brothels grasshopper theme doesn't really work in english idk) under two alter egos Caramel Carmine and her male counterpart Carmine Caramel to feed of scraps of lust in this evil loveless world *dramatic faint*

Kinda reformed after he found out he can love (but in abusive and obsessive way)

Before reformation

Has been born way before The War, served Chrysalis as a soldier, been there at the Canterlot Wedding( i don't care about FoEs actual canon ok all the shit happened after season 4!!!!!). When the War happened fell into hibernation, woke up the present day with no conection to the Hive.

I could make him an Element of Greed but idk honesty

No name yet idk lol (feel free to propose some names if you want)

Element of Unhappiness

Sprite was made in Pony town cause Ashes town had no good mane options

No cutiemark is intentional she's an adult but haven't done anything meaning in her life besides sitting in the Stable 49 and being depressed

Beefy Butchers

You can certainly trust her with a knife yes definitely give her a knife nothing bad would happen she's totaly a sane person :)

Порохобот ( полное имя Жигуль Порошенкович Прайм)

There's no translation to that shit lmao sorry not sorry

Broken and lost military robot that Hawk was tasked to retrieve, before saying "fuck it i'm leaving" to another military organization for a 1000th time lol

Kebab lol

Feral kirin ghoul. His nirik form burns with balefire

"kebab has rotten"

"ow fuck kebab is buuuuurning"

That's it lol for now...

#Fuck mobile 10 image limit wtf #remotusquestria #oc #ashes town #fallout equestria #mlp #my little pony #my art

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slasherloony · 6 months ago

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!BUCKET OF IDEAS!

--Brahms Heelshire addition--

Art ideas - Brahms and a Scottish fold just vibing, Brahms reading a book, Brahms x Y/N (Y/N being an outlined white figure with "Y/N" somewhere on them)

Writing ideas - Brahms helping reader (his partner) clean up after accidentally smashing a cup and cutting themselves on it, Brahms comforting POTS!reader, Brahms comforting Arthritis!reader, Brahms being comforted because he deserves it/possibly Reader stumbling across Brahms after he was stabbed and saving him

Alright, lots of good ideas!!! Ok, art will be separate and I can't do Brahms reading I am so so (◞‸◟ㆀ)ˢᵒʳʳʸ but I'm still working on my art and I am horrible at hands ✋ especially holding something. And the finding him stabbed will be in another post as I have an amazing idea for that.

Brahms helping reader clean up a glass that broke (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ🆘

Brahms would be immediately concerned when he hears the sound of the cup smashing. He'd rush to your side, his eyes wide with worry, and gently but firmly guide you away from the broken pieces. "You're hurt," he'd say softly, noticing the cut on your hand.

He'd take your hand in his, carefully inspecting the wound, and quickly go to fetch some bandages. While wrapping your hand, his touch would be surprisingly gentle for someone with such large, strong hands. Brahms would focus entirely on making sure you're okay, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Once your hand is bandaged, he'd insist on cleaning up the mess himself. "I'll take care of it," he'd say, his tone leaving no room for argument. He wouldn't let you lift a finger, wanting to ensure you don't hurt yourself further. Brahms would carefully pick up each shard, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he's worried about missing even the smallest piece.

After the floor is cleared, Brahms would turn back to you, his eyes searching yours. He'd gently take your other hand, leading you to the couch or a nearby chair. "Rest," he'd urge, his voice soft but firm. He'd sit beside you, keeping a close eye on your bandaged hand, and would likely stay by your side for the rest of the day, making sure you're comfortable and that the cut is healing well.

In his own quiet way, Brahms would be incredibly attentive and protective, showing his love through his actions rather than words.

Brahms comforting POTS! Reader. (*’(OO)’*)

When Brahms notices you're having a rough day due to your POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), his concern would be immediate and obvious. He'd sense when you're feeling faint or dizzy, his sharp eyes catching the subtle signs before you even have to say anything.

If you're standing, Brahms would quickly guide you to sit down, his hands firm but gentle on your shoulders. "Sit down," he'd murmur, his voice laced with worry. He'd help you find a comfortable spot, whether it's on the couch or the nearest chair, and make sure you're supported and can rest.

Brahms isn't one to leave you alone, especially when you're unwell. He'd likely stay close by, watching you with a protective gaze. He'd offer you water, insisting that you drink it slowly, and might even bring you a small snack if he knows it helps. "You need to eat something," he'd say, almost as if he's reminding himself too.

Understanding how important it is for you to take it easy, Brahms would try to keep the environment calm and quiet. He'd close the curtains a bit to block out harsh light and make sure the room temperature is comfortable. If you're lying down, he'd bring a blanket to drape over you, tucking it around you with careful precision.

If you're feeling particularly anxious or overwhelmed by your symptoms, Brahms would sit beside you, close enough for you to feel his presence but without crowding you. He'd reach out, his hand resting gently on yours or lightly brushing your hair away from your face. Though he might not say much, the way he stays with you and offers physical comfort speaks volumes about how much he cares.

Brahms would be extremely attentive, his eyes always on you, ready to help with anything you might need. He'd want to make sure you feel safe and cared for, his protectiveness shining through in every small gesture. And even after you're feeling a bit better, he'd stay close, just in case, his presence a constant source of comfort.

Comforting arthritis reader.

When Brahms notices you struggling with your arthritis, he'd become quietly attentive. He’s observant, so he'd likely notice the stiffness in your movements or the way you wince when your joints ache before you even mention it.

He’d gently take your hand, his fingers lightly brushing over yours, as if trying to understand where it hurts. Without saying much, Brahms would lead you to a comfortable spot, making sure you’re seated and supported. If it’s cold, he’d fetch a blanket, knowing that warmth can help ease the pain.

Brahms would likely keep the room cozy, adjusting the temperature or bringing a heating pad to help soothe your aching joints. He’d sit beside you, his presence solid and reassuring. If you’re open to it, he’d carefully massage your hands, shoulders, or wherever you’re feeling the pain, his touch gentle yet firm as he tries to provide relief.

He'd also bring you any medications or supplements you need, making sure you take them on time. If you’re feeling particularly stiff, Brahms might encourage you to stretch or do some gentle movements, helping you through them if needed.

Brahms would probably be quite protective, keeping a close eye on you throughout the day, making sure you’re not overexerting yourself. If you try to push through the pain to get things done, he’d gently but firmly insist that you rest, taking over any tasks you were planning to do.

In his own way, Brahms would make it clear that he’s there for you, wanting to take care of you and ensure you’re as comfortable as possible. He might not express his feelings through words, but his actions would show just how much he cares, his quiet support a constant reminder that you’re not alone in dealing with your pain.

Brahms being comforted.

Brahms deserves all the comfort, especially after everything he's been through. Imagine his S/O noticing how he becomes more withdrawn and anxious, maybe after a bad dream or just one of those days when the mansion feels too empty and cold.

They'd find him curled up in his secret space behind the walls, trying to hide from the world. Without a word, they’d join him, wrapping their arms around him and holding him close. Brahms would be tense at first, but as they gently stroke his hair and whisper reassuring words, he’d slowly relax into their embrace.

His S/O would remind him that he’s not alone anymore, that they’re there for him no matter what. They’d hold him until he feels safe again, maybe even hum a lullaby to calm his racing thoughts. Brahms might not say much, but the way he clings to them, burying his face in their shoulder, says it all.

He deserves to feel loved and safe, and in those quiet moments of comfort, he can start to believe that maybe, just maybe, he does.

And that's it!! Hope you enjoy my amazing loonies (｡♥‿♥｡)

#slashers #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #brahms the doll

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