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Weekly Lukanette Link Roundup

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Two weeks' worth of links and I hope I got them all. Sorry guys between Halloween and sick kids and then sick me (it is extremely unfair that kid B brought home a different sickness than kid A so that just when I was getting over the first one, I got taken out again. rude.) I just couldn't get stuff done. I also have to confess, normally I have a least skimmed through all the fics on the roundup to make sure they are as labeled, but I didn't have time this week, so I'm trusting the tags that these are what they say they are. I recognize most of the authors so I'm not too concerned, but I just felt like I should put that disclaimer on here so you know. Remember to check the original post tags.

From @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers: October Minifics Post Part 1, Part 2 (there were too many links for one post, and thus, too many links to put them all in here again, so I'm just linking to the summary posts 😄)

From @haphira: Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler Ch 38

From @airi-p4: Guarded and Protected Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Epilogue (woohoo you finished it congrats!)

From @writer-rider-dirty-thirties: Her Cover | Our Beginning | Just as Promised | A Perfect Fall Day | He's My Best Friend | Stargazing | A Spark | As Long As It Takes |

From @rierse: Bunny Kisses

From @generalluxun: Small Problems: A Lukanette fanfic

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Reasons the Ikemen Prince suitors and I wouldn't realistically work in a relationship:

Part 2.

(spoilers)

Note: just fyi, I haven't finished all of their routes yet. ((I've been busy (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)) So it's possible that these reasonings won't be the best.

Also warning to Silvio lovers, I diss on your man a lot. Sorry (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠)

Silvio:

He makes me mad (literally could barely make it through the first couple of chapters)

I would probably smack him despite my better judgement. And then get executed or something

He's just... Kinda ugly? (No offense to Silvio fans)

He'd probably overstimulate me with all the clinking noises when he walks.

If would drive me CRAZY when he treats me as less than.

I have too much of a mouth and a death wish to deal with his nonsense.

I'd probably get in trouble for swearing at/with him too much.

He can't be going after my homeboy Rio like that. Leave the poor man alone.

Also leave me alone, don't sexualize and threaten me as a woman and then get all spazzy and weird if a women touches you even by accident.

I've had to much trauma experience with men like him to deal with his bullshit

Like he's so full of himself bro wrote a book about his life story and how he tRaVeLeD ThE wOrLd, like please you're in your twenties calm down.

I did not finish his route at all, so I really don't know much about him. But from the interactions with him in other routes and the beginning of his route? No thanks.

TLDR: I just don't like him very much. He'd be fun to mess with once or twice but nah.

Gilbert:

Would still make me a pretty mad, but also like, I'd just find him alluring and get sucked in too easily. I have a habit of wanting to befriend people who everyone says to avoid.

Ok, so do I have a double standards, a little bit yeah.

Also big one, I'm pretty easy to manipulate apparently (Like I just recently got out of a really bad friendship where I was used and bullied and still stayed)

I'd see the signs of him isolating me too late. And would probably assume it was my own fault.

I'd probably fall for his gaslighting and become emotionally dependent on him oops.

I am a big-time yapper. I don't know if that would be a problem, but I assume he'd be a little peeved if I never shut up.

Continuing that, I like talking to other people. So this whole, "oh only focus on me, you can't have other friends" that's not gonna work out very well.

I'm like a cat with separation anxiety. Oh, you wanna lock me in my room? Ok, constant knocking and loud yapping till you open the door. He'd kill me

I'm clingy. But also not? I just don't like being shut out but I do need space sometimes.

On that note, back off my business and give me some space, damn.

I'm way to nosey. And even when I know not to be, I can't help but notice things and over analyze them.

"Wait are you sick?" Dead.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T BE FRIENDS WITH THE ANIMALS, WHY'D YOU BRING THEM HERE THEN? LOOK AT THEM, I ALREADY LOVE THEM.

WHY ARE YOU RELYING ON ME TO MAKE THIS HUGE JUDGEMENT I'M JUST A GIRL

WHY ARE YOU MAD? I TRIED TO SAVE YOU? BACK THE FUCK UP.

Yeah that thing he does where he gets all bloodlust-y and starts walking towards belle like he's gonna do something? Nah, I'd have a breakdown. That hits too close to home.

Anyway.

He'd say something really twisted and I'd be like "ooh promise?"

So how you gonna tell me it's betraying you if I die but then you gonna be dying? Hypocrite.

"Gil, no. Don't be mean... Ok, I'll shut up."

-a daily interaction.

gotta stop threatening to behead every person I befriend.

Stop threatening me I just want to love you.

I wouldn't want to be in another relationship where I have to walk on eggshells constantly.

"Why yes my love, I do have that gift from you on me. I painted it purple and added little hearts. Please stop threatening to start massive warfare everytime you see it. I will use it but I won't kill you. I'll just shoot you in the ass cheek."

"Gil, love of my life. I'm dense, remember? Use your words, not your teeth! ITS BEEN THREE HOURS I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE UPSET."

Keith:

Hehe, low self esteem buddies.

Omg, your dad tells you you're a failure? What a coincidence! Mine too!

Anyway, we can't both be constantly apologizing.

I don't think I'd get along with Liam.

I feel like I'd notice the change to the other Keith, but I would think he just secretly disliked me and it was slipping thorough. At first anyway.

I'd probably get upset the first couple of times he would "forget" things (after switching back) but wouldn't make a big deal out of it and would just chalk it up to him having gaps in his memory because that's normal.

I'd want to tell him I love both sides, but I'd probably end up just saying something stupid.

Would get way too angry on his behalf.

Alter-Keith would probably make me uncertain about myself once or twice.

I would want him to have more confidence in himself.

I honestly can't think of too many reasons. I'd really like Keith.

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LONG POST AHEAD! Lots of text and no drawings after the cut!

So, I've been procrastinating this post for a while because i don't have any art explaining his new arm except this one, and i wanted it to be pretty similar to, or even better than the first prosthetic post, but i don't think i can do anything more than an infodump today, lmfao sorry

But here it is! In all of its glowy/floaty glory!

Some facts and features about his arm under the cut

So, I'll just copy and paste what i wrote in my notes, since my brain is complete mush lately

The notes are unfinished and in no specific order, but i figured it might be interesting if you think my au is fun ,^,

His arm! Made of a mix of carbon fiber and whatever the fuck the metal future donnie invented is

-the metal parts of the arm are matte, for style, obviously

*The nails are made of a type of nanotech so he can customize everything about them, with some limits due to there being limited nanotech stored in the hand itself.

- he can have claws, short nails, stilettos, talons, or even a mix of them. He knows a thing or two about programming nanotechnology due to his other prosthetic, so he can customize it on his own eithout issue. And yes, he does

paint the nails on it, as well.

*Some form of electromagnetism keeps his hand and forearm attached, without it they'd just fall to the ground. Some things it can do with this feature involves;

-see how his sword is situated on his back? He couldn't possibly get it off without bending over backwards, it's too long, right? Actually, he can grab the handle with his prosthetic and then detach the hand from the forearm, this will let him independently control the hand, which lets him pull the sword out of its scabbard no problem

-the limbs can move independently, the only limit being his ability to focus enough to smoothly control the individual pieces. This lets him easily take his sword out of its scabbard with the hand while simultaneously blocking a hit with the forearm, for example

-since the hand is the only part that doesn't glow, it's much stealthier, so he can surprise attack opponents from behind, even when he's standing right in front of them

-are the parts sentient? Do they have independent will? He doesn't fuckin know, and neither does Donnie. He discovered that they can move independently on a whim and decided that it's best not to question it. He's totally not extremely cocky about having potentially created artificial intelligence on accident -Stickbug

*The individual pieces of the arm can hover, letting him do things like what is shown in the illustration

*Nanotech is stored in the individual pieces

-if something were to, say, slash his prosthetic forearm and leave a gash, the nanotech would mend it immediately, letting him keep fighting unaffected until he can properly fix the damage

-if something were to slice the entire forearm in two, the electromagnetism would pull the pieces together while the nanotech seals the gash, making the forearm good as new

*What is it powered by?

-i didn't mention this in the thigh prosthetic post, but his thigh isn't actually powered by anything, it doesn't need more than the guidance of his muscles to function

-the electromagnetism in the arm is powered by his ninpo, it lets him turn it on and off on a whim, and it gives him a more natural sense of control when he operates it

-his ninpo powers the electromagnetism, but what powers the rest of the arm? Trick question, it's the electromagnetism! It triggers mechanisms in the individual pieces that powers all the mechanical features, such as the nanotech, fingers, and a coupleo nes on brand with it being genius built:tm:

-since the arm is technically powered by, and connected to his ninpo, he can teleport it much like his nagamaki!

*since it's powered by his ninpo, if his ninpo gets spazzy he cannot use the arm. If he were to try to use the arm when his ninpo is spazzy, a lot of things might happen

-first things first, why would his ninpo be spazzy? It's a side effect of his body effectively sustaining itself with his ninpo for over a decade. It made up for lost sleep, lack of food and water, and everything you might need to, y'know, live. This quickly drained his ninpo until it was little more than a spark, and anytime that spark flickered out from him overworking himself, he'd crash and pass out for the next day and a half. He didn't actually know this was going on until he popped up in the present and everything just kinda started making sense

-it could switch on and off sporadically, causing it to fall to the floor and snap back into place at random

-the hand and forearm might suddenly shoot off in a random direction, which is hilarious, but also dangerous

-he would have basically no control over the arm, leading to jagged movement and randomly activating different features

-it might randomly teleport to or from him, depending on how he feels

*at first glance the previous point might seem like bad design choices, but it's actually a necessary feature! Since he tends to overdo it pretty often it's important that he can't use his prosthetic when his ninpo is spazzy

-his ninpo only gets spazzy if something triggers it, it's kinda like it switches between rest and survival mode, this gets triggered if he's overused his ninpo and it got too close to when he relied on it for survival

-the only way to fix his spazzy ninpo is, well, rest. A lot of napping. Which is why it's so important that he literally can't use his prosthetic when he needs rest

*It can teleport?

-why yes, it can! Being able to telepoort the pieces to and from himself gives him a huge advantge in battle. Since you can't disarm him! Pun intended

*it's a very silent piece of tech, which is ideal for his fighting style. the only part that makes the typical 'tech prosthetic' sounds is the fingers, as they are connected with joints instead of electromagnetism

*the flexible parts

-the main part covers the delt/ shoulder of his residual limb and wraps around his neck for a snug, comfortable fit.

-there's a sliver of it cutting the metal of the palm in half right between his fingers, giving it more mobility. (Try gently bending your own palm, it's surprisingly flexy)

-there's a small sliver at the 'wrist' of it, since it wouldn'tbe able to bend properly if there wasn't something leting that part of the hand bend, as well

-the flexible parts in the hand is yellow, while the piece covering his shoulder is green, adorned with his iconic shoulder stripe, in yellow, of course

-the green and yellow aren't a perfect colour match, they're a bit more saturated than his skin and markings, but it's not very noticable at first sight, so if he wears a hoodie over the arm his hand could be mistaken for a real hand, letting him hide it in public, to avoid stares

*The hand

-it has a softer, kinda rubbery material covering his palm and the length of the fingers that lets him tell different textures apart better, even if just by sound. It's a lighter, more desaturated green than the hand, even lighter thann his skin

-the soft material is not smooth, but rather textured, not bumpy, per se, just somewhat rough. Maybe a bit sandpaper-y

-the textured material gives him better grip, especially in battle, since it wouldn't exactly be ideal for a sword that is 5'7 long to suddenly fly across the battlefield. As funny as it would be, lol

-it also lets him control his grip strength better, so he doesn't accidentally crush someone's hand, or whatever object he was holding

*There's a good chance you might find him walking around with just the shoulder/bicep piece, since he can teleport the other pieces to himself at will, and it's less draining when he leaves them somewhere, off

Have nice day :]

[sunlightandsuffering]

Thinking of how erens dork side which only comes out when hes with mikasa😭

Things Eren only does with Mikasa:

-cuddles, so many cuddles he’s such a needy little hoe, every opportunity he gets he’s wrapped around her like an octopus

-boob grabs, he’s so blatant about it, he doesn’t even try to be sneaky he just straight up grabs a titty, like yeah sorry I just wanted to feel the weight in my hand, pinches her nipple when he pulls away and Mikasa always blushes so pretty he’s obsessed

-plays the sims, Mikasa gets the sims bc Sasha has it and she’s like oh this looks like fun! Eren tries once and gets so much more invested than her, he builds an entire family, that is high-key just them and Mikasa is like 🤦🏻‍♀��� he even builds and designs their own house he spend like hours getting it right. It’s not even Mikasa’s game anymore, eren has like 3 generations of Yeager-Ackerman sims, it’s ridiculous.

-Eren is a health fiend, it’s left over from his superiority complex, so he goes to the gym way to much and has an obsession with protein shakes and smoothies. He’s a morning person and every day Mikasa who is not a morning person almost murdered him because she’s awoken by the sound of the kitchen blender while he makes a disgusting kale, spinach, banana protein shake. He always offers it to her all peppy and she tells him the only reason he’s still alive is because she loves him.

- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Eren fucking loves reality TV, particularly reality dating, mans totally watches the bachelor and he’s so invested, way more than Mikasa she like half pays attention. Meanwhile Eren is yelling at the TV and audibly gasping every time something happens.

-he’s really cute bc he likes cooking, particularly likes cooking for Mikasa and he’s always trying new recipes for her, wants to take care of her the best.

- him and his fucking race car, he’s so spazzy about his race car it’s the only thing Mikasa thinks he might love more than her. For Christmas Mikasa buys a bobble head of herself and puts it on his dash so whenever they drive chibi Mikasa is just vibing and Eren treasures it with his life.

- is very organized about his studying, uses colour coded notes and highlighters but he is unorganized in like every other part of his life.

-throws dramatic temper tantrums sometimes that end with him slamming their bedroom door and throwing himself on the bed. He’s usually not even that upset, Mikasa is pretty sure he just likes the drama.

[ticklystuff]

for the hc swap: one part of the social proximity effect is that when you spend enough time with someone, youll start mirroring some of their habits. and with chili hanging out with each other as much as they do, i imagine the idiosyncrasies start to bleed over whether they realize it or not.

one very important thing to note: their laughs start sounding different. maybe zhongli now lets out an occasional hiccupy squeak amidst the laughter. childe’s laugh is a tad deeper than before. whatever your headcanons for them are, its not a change so drastic that its jarring or strange, but it comes with the realization that ‘this part of me has become a part of you too. we’re truly intertwined now.’

theyre down abysmal your honor.

-🌻

(aaaand switching tracks to my weapons dilemma: i thought i made up my mind already since i have jade cutter and no 5* bow yet so i was just gonna go for tp since im impatient but… perhaps ill reconsider and pull mistsplitter and polar star instead. itll be a while until he reruns anyway so i would have time to save but the purple weapons are way too pretty to pass up ahhh gnrjehw 😔)

GOD THIS IS SO GOOD i don’t even know how to respond ughaksnakks but zhongli picking up childe’s mannerisms would be so cute bc i feel like childe would be like super spazzy and zhongli starts out compared when tickled but over time he starts becoming less restrained and gosh the thought of him just getting all hiccupy is so good and childe teases him about it too like “what was that noise you made xiansheng” and zhongli is just covering his mouth while he giggles so that it doesn’t happen again (but it does lol)

but zhongli also picks up on childe’s tickling techniques and ler behavior which is really unfortunate for childe bc he’s not used to zhongli tickling him out of impulse so he’s always caught off guard hehehe

ugh im sorry i don’t have a hc that could match yours ughsnakaa IM A FRAUD

(oh gosh nooo pull for whatever u like ofc! but yes the purple weapons are very pretty and i love switching to pulse when i use an electro childe team it looks so good on him also fischl looks sickening with it!

u can be like me and just pull every 5 star bow so problem solved lmao but don’t listen to me bc my childe bias will always read it’s ugly head but i wish u gl on both!! also manifesting a kazuha rerun for u and hopefully they let him out of the basement soon!)

ramblings under cut bc u have entertained my hyperfixation look what you’ve done

it’s heavily implied that zhongli used to act something like childe when he was younger and he enjoys being around childe bc he reminds him of his younger days. plus to me childe is around 21-25 so when young men are still in that “im invincible” phase but i like to think that being around Zhongli helps childe mature quite a bit and take his personality down to a 2 so i rlly buy into the social proximity effect

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heeey! can i request bakugo, izuku, shoto and shinsou with an s/o that is a bad influence for them (they manipulate the boys to skip classes, make them jealous/angry just for fun, etc) and then someone or something makes them snap and realize that their s/o is not good? i really like ur writing and really liked this idea but it's ok if you dont feel like doing them

this request made me 🥺 why must u make me write these dumb boys bad 😔 theyre doing their best okay. also i know u didn’t make this exclusively reader x bnha but like. I wanted a happy ending okay.

Bakugou Katsuki:

You were sat in your usual seat in the back of the class, your eyes lazily sweeping over the heads of your peers. Professor Yamada was droning on about some grammatically incorrect sentences in the background of your own thoughts, your mind elsewhere while you drew incoherent doodles in the margins of your notes.

English was your last class for the day, the clock ticking ever so slowly while you thought of any last minute plans you could make with your friends. You thought you could go to the mall with Mina, you needed a new pair of shoes and you knew she wouldn’t do you wrong. Or, you could hang out at Sero and Kaminari’s place, you’ve been meaning to bum out and have a movie night with those two. Or maybe, you could grab some lunch with Bakug-

Where the hell was Bakugou?

Your eyes jumped to stare into his empty desk, burning imaginary holes into the seat while searching through your mind’s eye to figure out why on Earth he would be gone. Bakugou never missed a day of class, so why now? Did he catch a cold? Does he have a dentist’s appointment? Was he abducted by aliens? Did he get hit by a-

Suddenly, the classroom door swung open and in came the culprit. Along with a demon clinging onto his arm. You rolled your eyes, a sigh escaping through your lips as you watched the two make their way to their respective seats. Of course she was the reason why he was late.

“Ahh, sorry professor!” She cooed, mock saluting poor Professor Yamada. “Didn’t realize we were so late, right Katsuki?”

You knew the rat was lying through her teeth. You knew she would rather die than come into class early like a normal student. You glared seething hatred into the back of her head, watching as her hand stayed glued to Bakugou’s arm, even as they sat in their seats. 

Bakugou merely grunted in response, his eyes downcast while he settled in. You wanted to get up and pull him by the ear out of the classroom and give that dumb boy a stern talking to but you had at least some restraint. You studied the boy’s face closely, and you felt your heart sink. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw him look so… anguished. His expression was so openly conflicted you couldn’t help the feeling of dejection filling your tight chest.

After class, you launched yourself to Bakugou before his demon of a girlfriend could sink her claws into him first and hightailed it out of the classroom without a trace.

“Y/N- what- where the fuck are you taking me!” He growled, trying to shake himself from you. 

“We need to have a little chit-chat Bakugou.” You started, rounding a corner into a little nook where you and Bakugou could talk without any disturbances. “I saw your face, I know you’re not happy with what happened today. What’s going on?”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment, emotions flickering through his face until he finally broke the silence with a deep sigh.

“This isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened… She keeps forcing me to skip my classes and shit and I don’t know why but I just can’t fucking say no. What the fuck is up with that? Since when have I ever been a damn toy for some girl? This shit’s been really pissing me off but I haven’t done jack shit about it!”

You could see the anger coursing through his body as he restrained himself from probably yeeting you into space. You felt angry. Angry because you didn’t notice his inner turmoil earlier and even angrier because of the person doing this. Didn’t she care for Bakugou at all? What a shitty girlfriend. You wouldn’t treat him like this.

“Bakugou,” You placed a comforting hand on his bicep, squeezing the hard muscle tightly to show your support. “I think you should break up with her. I’ve never had a good feeling about her in the first place and I hate seeing you so miserable because of some obnoxious brat.”

He reached up to squeeze your hand back before removing it entirely from his arm with a heavy sigh. 

“Thanks, Y/N.. Even though you’re always in my fuckin’ business I appreciate you knocking some damn sense into my head.”

You gave him a bright smile. “Of course! I’d hate to see my favorite rat in distress!” You puffed your chest out with pride. “Now you owe me, how about taking me out on a date once your free from the devil’s clutches?”

With a roll of his eyes he ruffled your hair, a smirk playing on his lips while he abandoned your super secret hiding spot. Hands shoved into his jeans pockets, he looked over his shoulder, a cocky look in his eyes. 

“I knew you only wanted me to break up with her just so you could get a shot at me. You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

A furious blush erupted onto your cheeks as you wildly yelled at the boy. The only response he so graciously gave you was a wink and a chuckle, causing your shouts behind him to grow tenfold.

You were left with red cheeks and a shy smile as you watched Bakugou escape your sight. You just hoped the stupid boy would actually break up with the witch or you feared you’d meddle again and do it yourself.

Midoriya Izuku:

Click. Click. Click. Click. ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick-

“Okay, Mido, I’m taking that from you.” You snatched the boy’s pen from his hand before he could protest and shoved it into your jacket pocket. His face flushed as he muttered incoherent excuses under his breath, the mess of hair on top of his head bobbing while he jittered in his seat.

You’d hoped you could have a relaxing study session with Midoriya in the local coffee shop but the poor boy had been fidgeting ever since the pair of you entered the establishment.

“Mido, what’s wrong? You’re more spazzy than usual.” 

You watched as he rolled his bottom lip in between his teeth while staring at something behind you, causing a large sigh to escape from your lips.

“Dude, are you zoning out again? I asked you a ques-” Just as you started talking you turned to see what he was staring at, as soon as your eyes landed on the scene behind you you whipped right back around with wide eyes.

“Yo, isn’t that your boyfriend??” Your eyes were wide with concern,  your body frantically forcing itself in front of Midoriya’s line of sight. “Mido, he’s all over that guy, did you guys break up or something?”

You wanted nothing more than to launch yourself from your seat to beat the other boy up but you held yourself back to hear out your friend instead.

Midoriya raked both of his hands through his hair, mumbling as he did so. He slumped back into his chair in defeat, his face scrunching up in both anger and betrayal.

“Haha.. no, Y/N. Um, he’s-he’s been doing this for a while actually haha.. At first it was kinda cute I guess but now I’m not sure if he even likes me anymore. I don’t like being jealous, Y/N.. I don’t even feel like it’s worth the hassle anymore..” 

Your heart broke for him, watching him struggle with his emotions right in front of you. You stole a quick peek behind you again, your eyes meeting the flirting boy’s briefly. His eyebrow cocked up, almost making you jump out of your seat to defend your friend. You felt the need to fight a bitch growing now more than ever.

“Dude what the hell, he’s doing it on purpose?? What’s his deal? Is he so insecure in your relationship that he has to openly flirt with someone else? Mido, you don’t deserve that.” You took his hand in yours as you watched tears well up in his angry eyes. A watery laugh bubbled out from his as a sneaky tear slipped down his cheek.

“Y/N I feel so stupid right now! I can’t even muster up the courage to tell him off-”

A hand wrapped tightly around your arm and ripped it away from Midoriya, you winced in pain as it was suddenly ripped in the wrong direction.

“Yo, what the fu-”

“Get your hands off him, freak. He’s my boyfriend, remember?”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. You stood, your body silently fuming as his words hit your ears. Your arm slightly aching at the socket, adding fuel to the already blazing fire. Who the fuck does this man think he is? You made a mental note to have Todoroki melt your arm off later.

“You’re one to talk! You’ve been all over that guy the entire time we’ve been here! And Mido’s been telling me this isn’t the first time this has happened. You have no right to come up to me, physically injure me, and tell me that I can’t comfort my hurting friend over some douchebag like you. Frankly, I’m fucking disgusted that you had the balls to pull that shit with me.”

Midoriya stood too, his chair screeching as it was pushed back with force. He planted himself between the two of you, a fiery look in his eye as he jutted his chin out to address his “boyfriend”.

“You can play with my heart all you want. You can keep making me skip my classes. You can keep pressuring me to do stuff I don’t want to. You can keep making me jealous. You can keep flirting with other guys. But you, hurting one of my best friends, crosses the line. You need to go. Don’t bother trying to contact me, as of now, you’re nothing to me.”

Before the weasel can so much as object, Midoriya gathered everything from your abandoned table, took your hand, and rushed out of the coffee shop. 

The two of you walked in silence for a couple of blocks, Midoriya’s hand still gripping yours like his life depended on it. Causing your cheeks to flush and your heart to accelerate even more than it already has.

“M-Midoriya, I think we’re good.. now” 

The boy suddenly stopped, causing you to crash into his back. A small ow sounded from you, your hand rubbing your nose while you silently cursed the literal brick house in front of you. How could a sweet, innocent guy like Midoriya be so fuckin’ stacked?

“Y/N.. thank you for sticking up for me back there.. I know I wouldn’t have had the confidence to tell him off if you weren’t there to do it first.” 

“It was no problem, Mido! What’re friends for?”

“Haha yeah.. Friends..”

Todoroki Shouto:

It was around 3 AM. Honestly, you weren’t really sure what time it was exactly but what you were sure of was the fact that it was way past your bedtime. You wanted nothing more than to collapse onto your bed without a second thought but you couldn’t ignore your growling stomach. So, you were posted in front of the microwave like a soldier guarding a princess, waiting for your good ‘ol cuppa mac n cheese to finish.

You heard the front door to the dorms open and shut, two pairs of wobbly footsteps entering with angry shushes accompanying them. You moved from your position, making your way out of the kitchen and towards the two people trying, and failing, to keep quiet.

“Todoroki? What’re you doing here so late? Shouldn’t you be in-”

The other person shushed you, eyebrows set in a tired frown as they clung to Todoroki desperately. Something was off.

“What the fuck’re you so loud for? Shove off why don’t you? It’s none of your business.” 

You were shocked to the point where you couldn’t get a clever retort in even if you tried. Which pained you. But, you couldn’t leave it at that. You would’ve loved to pretend like you didn’t see them, but you couldn’t ignore Todoroki’s look of displeasure on his usually calm, beautiful face.

“Dude, as much as I would like to ignore you for the rest of my life, I can’t just let you drag around Todoroki like that. Can’t you tell he’s uncomfortable?”

They just rolled their eyes, hands tightening on Todoroki’s shirt possessively. You felt your own hands ball into fists, your patience thinning in the company of the little troll.

“Like I said, it’s none of your business.” Their response rewarded a scoff from you, you refused to let them get away with whatever they were trying to do. It didn’t seem right, not one bit.

“Um. But it is my business. Todoroki’s my friend and I’m not gonna leave you alone until you leave him alone.”

“Ha!” They barked, hand fluttering onto their chest haughtily. “You think he’d rather be with you? What, you confused or something? He’s dating me, smartass. Not you.”

“Actually, I’d much rather be with Y/N right now.. If you don’t mind.” Todoroki’s speech was slightly slurred as he spoke, his eyes barely following your movements as he slumped over.

His date physically recoiled, an incredulous look painting their already angry features as they pushed the drunk boy onto you without any care.

“Fine, like I care. When you come to your fucking senses, I’ll be in my room.”

With a huff, they were gone. You were left with the barely sober man who slowly wrapped his arms around you, using you as his support while the two of you stood without a word.

A million thoughts were racing through your mind as you assessed the situation. Todoroki and his date came super late into the dorms, drunk. His date tried to get him up into one of their respective rooms, together. The thought made your skin crawl, hoping the events that would’ve transpired were more innocent than you thought. 

Todoroki shifted in your arm, his face nuzzling into your neck with his hot breath fanning against your cool skin.

“Um- uhh, Todoroki? Do you want me to take you to your room? You should sleep, it’s super late.”

The boy hummed, his face burrowing deeper into your neck, making a surprised squeal erupt from your lips while goosebumps exploded onto your skin. You felt hot, your whole body burning from the sudden affection.

“No.. I’d rather be right. Here.” The boy said it with such finality you wondered if he’d sobered up right then and there. You wished he did though, he was getting heavier and heavier in your arms. You would be surprised if the two of you didn’t collapse onto the floor.

“Todo, you’re drunk, please lemme take you upstairs.”

He let out a small whine, his hands wrapping around you tighter. He shook his head no while still buried in your neck, tickling you and causing you to giggle. Oh man, he was going to be the death of you. With a defeated sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair to try and appease the drunk brat latched onto you.

“I like you better than them, Y/N. You’re nice to me and don’t make me go out clubbing every night.”

Your heart raced, the hand in his hair stopping its ministrations to process the words that had just came out of your drunk companion. This was a usual thing, wasn’t it? The poor boy must always be tired. Come to think of it, there has been some uncharacteristic dark circles under his eyes lately. You wanted to sleep with him every night to make sure he was getting a good night’s sleep.

“Todo, if you don’t like them, break up with them. It’s that simple.”

He moved his face from it’s spot in your neck and rested his chin on your sternum, mismatched eyes staring into yours earnestly.

“If I do, can I be with you instead?”

Shinsou Hitoshi:

You knew you were being creepy. You could feel it in your bones. The creep factor was up by 50% with the way you were slinking around in the library. You couldn’t help it though, you knew something was up as soon as you saw them walk in.

You watched with narrowed eyes as Shinsou and his girlfriend walked through the library. Shinsou looked as passive as always, but you knew him better than that. You could practically feel the discomfort coming off him in waves. 

You wanted to confront them but something was stopping you. You knew you couldn’t just come up to the two and start accusing his girlfriend of something you don’t know anything about. You didn’t want to make a scene. Yet. So, like the nosy bitch you were, you decided to snoop.

“Hitoshi, just use your quirk, yeah? Do it for me? Please?” The way she pranced around him and hung onto his arm for dear life made you want to gag. But you were more concerned about her trying to coerce Shinsou to use his quirk.

For what? What was she trying to accomplish? Did she want something from someone? Why were they in the library? What was the point of all this?

“You know I’m not comfortable with using my quirk for things like that, so why do you keep asking?”

“Well, you’re my boyfriend, shouldn’t you make an exception for me? It’s not like you’ve denied me before.”

You furrowed your brow. She’s been making him use his quirk without his full consent? Why would he let her do that? You found the whole thing to be completely and utterly. Whack. You really didn’t understand what was happening so you continued your snooping adventure.

“Yeah, well, I just don’t wanna do it anymore. Like, you keep making me use my quirk for villainous shit. You do realize I’m trying to prove to everyone that it could be used for heroing too, right? You’re my girlfriend, shouldn't you understand?”

Hearing him use her own words against her made your chest swell with pride. Fuck yeah, Shinsou baby, tell that bitch what’s up. But then you felt it sink right back down after processing his words. She’s been making him use his quirk, with dubious consent, for villainous activities? That’s more than whack. She’s in a school for heroes for crying out loud, surely she’d know better than that?

“Hitoshi, it’s all just a little bit of fun! We’re not hurting anybody, and nobody knows its us! it’s a win-win if I do say so myself.”

At this point, you couldn’t keep yourself concealed, you had to give her a piece of your mind. You sprang from your hiding spot and rushed towards the two, an accusing finger pointing right at the little gremlin woman who claimed to be Shinou’s lovely girlfriend.

“Listen up ya little wench, I think you’re gross for trying to use my buddy Shinsou for your little games! How could you do that? Shinsou’s such a genuine person trying to be a hero and here you are ruining it for him! You make me sick!”

She all but huffed before stomping away, flipping you off behind her back and motioning between her and Shinsou before making a heart and breaking it. 

“Did she just break up with me?”

His casual nonchalance at the whole fiasco caused a cackle to erupt from your chest, hand slapping at his hard chest as you fought your raucous giggles.

“Good riddance! I couldn’t stand to hear her babble on any longer.” You huffed and crossed your arms, making sure to stick your tongue out at her retreating form.

“So.. you were spying on me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah? And? I could smell her bad intentions from a mile away, you should thank me.”

“How about I thank you over some dinner?”

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Bound

Pairing: Sub!Jin Bubaigawara x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You come home from a bad day at work and Jin agrees to sub

Warnings: Smut (with plot), cursing, dominant reader, oral (female receiving and giving), a bit of bondage

NOTICE: ALL WORDS IN ITALICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! @cuter-than-a-corgi-butt-deactiv WROTE THEM FIRST, I’M JUST USING IT FOR THIS FANFICTION!

NSFW under the cut!!

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“B-Babe! Please, I can’t-”

“Shh, I’ve got you Jin. Just cum one more time for me? I know you want to…”

You bounced on top of the blonde, nails dragging down his ab-covered torso, leaving red welts blooming on his pale skin, “You look so handsome when I mark you up like this~ ”

Jin whimpered, feeling his balls becoming tight again “I-I’m gonna cum again! Please let me come inside of you?

You stopped bouncing on his cock, raising an eyebrow. 

"Please what?”

“Please, Mistress! I need to cum inside you!”

You tapped your chin, grinding down on him to make him whimper.

“Hmmm, should I allow you to do that? Cum deep inside of my pussy?”

Tears escaped his eyes, his hands jerking against his bindings. 

“N-no. I don’t deserve to cum in you, mistress…”

You smiled indulgently, patting his flushed cheek, “Awww, yes you do. After all, you’re such a good boy~”

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Now, you might be wondering, how the existential mother fucking frack did Jin Bubaigawara get into this situation?

Well, let me tell you.

That morning, the furnace system in your apartment building broke down, leaving you and your boyfriend huddling together for warmth at 3 in the morning.

Your boss was a grade-A, farmer approved ass cheek and you knew if you missed a single day of work you would be fired. So, at around 4:30, you dragged yourself from the warm embrace of your boyfriend and into the freezing bathroom.

Jin begged you to stay, attaching himself to your shivering body while you brushed your teeth and got ready for long hours at your cafe barista job.

You hated saying no to him, especially when you could’ve spent the whole day in bed with him, cuddling under about 23 blankets eating everything you could find and watching cheesy rom-coms, but instead, you kissed him on the cheek, tucked him in, and left.

Work was as bad as usual; coworkers hitting on you and touching your ass, annoying blonde girls and their annoyingly long, painful orders, women named Karen with 3 noisy kids and a need to speak to the manager, getting stared at by old people for having earrings, the same Christmas songs over and over and over again, the newbie that still didn’t know how to use the cash register, the teenage boys that came in every afternoon to harass you, the policeman who didn’t shy from reminding you of your nicely shaped tits, the woman who didn’t know how to use her visa, the woman with the checkbook, the man who didn’t like the price of his coffee, the people that asked for cups of ice, the women that asked for hot water, the people that said ‘frappe’ instead of frappucino (this is a fucking Starbucks ma’am, not McDonald’s), the indecisive group, the girl that couldn’t count money correctly, the 9-year-old with a change purse, the nerds that badgered you with innapropriate pick-up lines, and finally, the woman that couldn’t find her wallet.

It was in there somewhere, she knew it, it had to be in there, oh gee, where could it be?

After dumping the entire contents of her purse on the tiny counter space, she found it and dumped the used tissues, tubes of lipgloss, empty packs of gum, wrappers, crumbs, crumpled receipts, a tampon or three, and her flip phone back in her purse with a big smile.

6 long hours later, you were done.

You stood in the break room, untying your green apron when one of the jerks you worked with that kept asking you for ‘your digits’ came up to you and smiled.

“Y/n! My beautiful coworker! Will you go out with me?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you, arms outstretched.

“What was that? I don’t speak dork.” You snarled, “For the billionth time, I have a boyfriend! Leave me alone!”

“Y/n, my sweet, sweet sugarplum! Don’t be so nasty! I love-”

“Hey, sugar tits~” A deep voice drawled.

You turned to see a taller jerk, leaning in the doorway, his black hair framing his perfect smug features.

“What now?” You asked, exasperated.

“Don’t be like that baby girl!” He smiled, his intoxicating cologne invading your coffee-tainted nostrils as he came closer.

You felt nauseous.

“Was this dork speaking to you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope your IQ didn’t drop too much.”

“Fuck off.”

“Y/N! LANGUAGE!”

Your boss burst through the door.

“You’re not the boss of me!” You glared, crossing your arms.

He rolled his eyes.

“That brand of language is not supposed to be used in this environment!” Boss huffed, “Control yourself!”

That’s it.

You were sick of this shit.

“Why doesn’t your fat ass control your fucking employees?” You snapped, “I come here every day only to be badgered by these idiots every 30 seconds!”

You turned to the shorter jerk.

“You!” You shoved a finger in his face, “You’re a spazzy, beetle-headed doofus with the IQ of a mule hoof!”

/

Author’s Note in the middle of the story - if anyone knows what that last line is from, I love you

/

“You!” You turned to the taller jerk, “You’re a horny, retarded, ugly bastard who can’t keep his hands to himself for more than 2 seconds! No wonder you’re single!”

Finally, you turned to your seething boss.

“You! Oh, you.” You laughed hysterically pushing stray hair out of your eyes, “You are the fattest, dumbest, most disgusting of them all! Lazy, stupid, cheap-skate, asshole! I quit!”

You tore off your apron, wiped your wet and muddy boots on it and left the building, slamming the door behind you with all your might.

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You entered your apartment, finding Jin on the couch, bundled up in layer upon layer of blankets and a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

“Y/n!” He cheered, a happy smile lighting up his features, “There’s more on the stove. Come sit with me!”

You sighed, shed your coat and purse, got a cup of cocoa, and snuggled into your boyfriend’s chest.

You sighed.

“Bad day princess?”

“I quit my job.”

“Fun.”

“Yeah.”

You were quiet for the next few minutes, sipping your cocoa and letting Jin’s warmth envelop your shivering frame.

You chugged the last few sips and set your cup aside. 

“Jin, can we have sex… like… right now?”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

Seconds later, you were pinned to the couch and Jin was attacking your lips ferociously, biting and nipping and wrestling your tongue for dominance.

You groaned loudly and grabbed the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You… you were dom last time,” You panted, squeezing just enough to make him whine, “My turn.”

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Moments later, you were on the bed, sitting on his clothed cock, sucking his nipples and grinding.

“Y-Y/n… I-”

“Ssssh, no talking.” You hushed, nipping savagely at one of his perked buds.

Jin hissed and bucked his hips, rutting his throbbing length against your naked pussy.

You juices soaked through the fabric, lubricating his throbbing length.

You ground harder, making him gasp and writhe under your expert touches.

“Princess, I-”

“What did I say about talking?” You asked, peeling off your shirt.

“N-Not to…”

“That’s right! Such a good boy!” You patted his cheek, “Now beg.”

“P-Please y/n, I-”

“What’s my name?”

“Mistress! I’m sorry!”

“Tell me how bad you want me to sit on your face.”

“I want it! I wanna eat out your pretty pussy forever, I won’t let a drop go to waste!”

Satisfied with his pleas, you turned around and sank your dripping pussy over his mouth.

“Th-Thank you! Thank you mistre- oomf!”

You ground down on his face while he held your hips in a vice-like grip pressing his tongue everywhere he could and sucking your sweet nectar like it was his last meal. His teeth scraped your clit, making you scream and came on his face.

As he'd promised, he didn't let a single drop of your essence escape.

Jin nearly suffocated, but you shakily sank down on his girth before he went purple from pleasure and lack of oxygen.

After he was completely sheathed inside of you,  you bounced at a slow, excruciating pace, attempting to carve out every inch of pleasure available.

You continued to tease and grind on him until he began begging you to go faster.

"Princess... haa~ faster!" He pleaded, attempting to grip your bouncing hips.

"No Jin, keep your hands to yourself." You commanded, swatting his trembling digits away.

He was panting and moaning, jumbled sentences of praise and pleasure spilling from his puffy lips as you continued your ministrations.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, making his short blonde curls stick to it.

He looked spent.

"How does it feel Jin?" You asked, lifting your hips so only his tip was clenched in your dripping folds.

He whined and looked at you as you wiggled your hips while seductively smirking at him.

"G-Good... s-so good mistress th-thank you." He whimpered, trying not to buck his hips.

"So polite, I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" You smiled, rolling one of his flushed nipples and sinking a little on his painfully hard dick.

"It's up t-to you... holy... holy shit~"

You got off of him, ripping a whine of displeasure from his throat, but you immediately bent down and sucked him off.

He came undone, spilling his thick seed down your throat.

"You taste so good Jin," You simpered, settling your cunt on top of his limp dick and rutting it slowly.

“Mistress, I need your pussy so baaad!” He whimpered, eyes welling up.

“What do you say?”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please sit on my cock and ride me, mistress!” He cried, straining at his bindings.

“Good boys get rewarded. Are you a good boy Jin?” You taunted, massaging his balls.

“Yes, yes! I’m your good boy!”

“And what do good boys get?”

“Pussy!”

“That’s right.”

You positioned your dripping heat over his throbbing length and made it disappear, your velvety walls clenching around his fat length as you went.

You moaned quietly, clutching his hips tightly and bruising his pale skin.

“Fuck… fuck… FUCK!” He cursed as you began a steady rhythm.

You moaned, grinding on his length before rocking your hips up and down against his, hitting your g-spot every time.

“B-Babe! Please, I can’t-”

“Shh, I’ve got you Jin. Just cum one more time for me? I know you want to…” You moaned, smiling at him lewdly.

You bounced on top of the blonde, nails dragging down his ab-covered torso, leaving red welts blooming on his pale skin, “You look so handsome when I mark you up like this~ ”

Jin whimpered, feeling his balls becoming tight for the fourth time that night. “I-I’m gonna cum again! Please let me come inside of you!”

Much to his displeasure, you stopped bouncing on his cock raised an eyebrow. 

"Please what?”

“Please, Mistress! I need to cum inside you!”

You tapped your chin, grinding down on him to make him whimper.

“Hmmm, should I let you do that? Let you cum deep inside of my pussy?”

Tears escaped his eyes, his hands jerking against his bindings. 

“N-no. I don’t deserve to cum in you, mistress…”

You smiled indulgently, patting his flushed cheek, “Awww, yes you do. After all, you’re such a good boy~”

With that final goading comment, Jin bucked up as you came down, hitting your spot while his ropes of hot cum painted your insides white.

You lifted yourself off of his girth and sat on his face again saying, “Clean up your mess!”

He obliged, sucking, biting, and pleasing your cunt until you came down on his face.

You lifted yourself off, but he immediately began whining for you to come back and untie him because he was cold.

You came back and toweled him off, untying his wrists and kissing the red marks etched into his skin. 

Kissing his forehead sweetly, you help him get dressed in new sweatpants and snuggle into bed with him.

“I love you princess.” He sighed happily as you pressed kisses to his shoulders.

“I love you too, but you know Jin? You moan like a slutty girl.”

“I do?”

“Sorta.”

“Well... you do too when I dom.”

“That’s because I am a girl.”

“Right.”

“Go to sleep Jin.”

“‘Nighty night baby.”

“Love you Jin.”

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NOT MY ART!! DON’T LIE TO MEH I KNOW YALL’s EYES WENT STRAIGHT TO JIN’S DI*K

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very square dicc

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[letsbenditlikebennett]

The Trail Begins || Ariana, Matty, & Simon

TIMING: After this (x) and this (x) PARTIES: @likeamattoutofhell @inconvenientsimonstrocity @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Simon find Ariana at Winn’s house when he goes to check up on him. They follow his trail to the cemetery to find a drunken Matty. 

Normally, Simon didn’t think too much whenever someone he was acquainted with suddenly deactivated their social media - it happened all the time; people got bored, wanted to start with a clean slate, this that or the other, but something about this one seemed… fishy to Simon as he drove out to Winn’s house. They had been talking recently and the tone through the conversation along with what he’d been able to piece together regarding Winn’s displayed personality suggested that he wasn’t the type to do this unless something bad happened. He didn’t know, maybe he was just being paranoid. Maybe he was already too attached to Winn though they met once and Winn didn’t leave the best impression on loyalty to him. He shook his head and pulled into the driveway where he noted that Winn’s car - or at least the one he thought was Winn’s - was missing. He turned towards the house and his olfactory senses were filled with Winn’s scent that he managed to recognise. Tilting his head slightly and with a swipe at his nose… already, he knocked on the door loudly. “Winn?” He called, his voice coming across clearly but not loudly.

After Blanche left, Ariana went into Winn’s house to discover the front door was totally unlocked and the place looked like it had been absolutely ransacked. Yeah, maybe fighting with Blanche in wolf form was a dumbass decision, but it wasn’t enough to warrant running off like this. She frowned, seeing that even Denny was gone. She was looking under a floorboard that had been pulled up when she could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice calling. She jumped up and ran to the door. “Simon, is that you,” she asked before swinging the door open anyway. She knew the answer. With a puzzled look, she said, “Wait, what are you doing here? Okay, I guess you could be asking me the same thing, huh. Winn’s not here. Was going to try and sniff out where he went if you’d like to come along.”

To his… mild surprise, it wasn’t Winn that answered the door but Ariana and Simon glanced down at her, the look on his face suggesting as such. “Winn’s not here?” He asked, realising as they spoke that he was glad that he didn’t text Ariana - last time he wanted to investigate, he effectively got told that it was none of his business and that riled up something inside of him so he decided this time that he was just going to take action, unusual as that felt. BUT she was here and so was he. He peered over her at the interior of the house, already seeing the general disarray of it. “What happened? Where is he--” She just said he wasn’t here and that she was going to try to find him. Speaking of sniffing, he did and rubbed his nose again. “Yeah. Yeah, of course I’ll come,” He offered. At least he was being invited this time. “Got any leads?”

Even though Ariana didn’t believe there was any immediate danger, she still felt better having Simon come along with her. This whole thing left her head reeling and Simon was good at calming her down. She was pretty pissed at Winn for this stupid idea to begin with and every part of her wanted to give him a good smack for being an idiot. Simon could probably neutralize that side of her. He was pretty good about that. Stepping aside so he could come in, Ariana began to explain, “Well, he had the genius idea of sparring with our human friend… who is like, my size, as a fucking wolf. She was trying to get him to back down, but he didn’t, so she yeeted him into a tree and he lost control. And has now apparently run off because clearly that’s a great idea.” She shrugged at the mention of leads as she continued looking around the house, “My main instinct was to follow my nose.”

Simon listened intently as she ran the situation by him, feeling his brow furrow at the mention of getting into a spar with someone as small as Ariana. Arranged fights were fine, as a concept - few things trained better than a controlled fight such as wrestling or swordplay - but he couldn’t help but wonder what the goal was when someone who was Winn’s size as a human and possibly even bigger as a wolf got into a spar with a girl that size. He assumed SHE wasn’t a wolf, so the question of ‘why’ burned into him. The interior of the house was a mess, almost as though it had been looted, he observed as he walked around methodically and felt his old forensic mind taking the reins for just a few minutes, at least. What was he hiding under the floorboards that this scenario would prompt him to tear up? Something precious, he assumed, but no less secret. He had a feeling that whatever happened between Ariana’s friend and Winn had triggered some part of him into believing that here wasn’t good for him anymore - him or others. It happened often with children who ran away from home - sometimes rebelling, but almost always as a means to escape, to feel in control.

“Well, we know why he isn’t getting messages anymore,” Simon crouched on the ground and picked up the ruined phone. He didn’t want to be found or tracked? Why smash it other than in an aggressive action? “That’s probably our best bet,” Placing the phone back down and straightening up, Simon acknowledged Ariana’s suggestion, keeping his tone calm as he noted that Ariana seemed fired up about this; he fully understood why considering how emotionally invested she got when it came to the safety of her friends. “I’ll let you lead--” He cut himself off and turned to sneeze thrice into his elbow. “Sorry. The way,” He sniffled and pulled out a packet of tissues; the swirl of Ariana and Winn’s scents and Denny’s dander about the house (combined with Beans who now hopped up on all his furniture at home) must’ve caught up to him, he thought. “Your nose probably works better than mine, at the moment.” He said rather lightly, hoping to lift the mood at least a little - it was easier to think clearly when the aura wasn’t so dour.

Of all the people that could have showed up, Ariana was glad it was Simon. He was always so good at maintaining a level-head about things even though he could be a little spazzy. She loved him for it though. She watched as he looked around Winn’s home. Simon was able to pick up on more of the nuances than she had been. Part of her had still been so pissed off that he did something so reckless and then ran from it. What happened to being sure to reach out to him if she needed anything at all? She knew he was probably feeling out of sorts, guilty, or some other crazy combination of emotions, but this wasn’t the answer. The whole place paired with Simon’s word made it pretty clear he was running off which only served to make her more pissed off. “Clearly he took the time to deactivate his shit before smashing his phone. Because running off is such a great idea,” she huffed.

Ariana shook her head. There was no use in stewing in anger right now. Winn needed them and the longer they waited, the less likely it was that they’d find him. She let out a big sigh and said, “I know, I know. He’s going through a lot of his feelings right now. Doesn’t change the fact I’m mad at him.” She took in one last sniff of his scent before turning to Simon and directing, “Let’s go. The sooner we find him the better.” With her eyes closed, she walked ahead trying to pick up on the faint traces of himself he left behind. Her nose was leading the way and her feet were quick to follow.

“It’s okay to be mad and frustrated,” Simon remarked mildly, noting the younger girl’s emotions that were running high. He was being truthful; it was frustrating for him too, especially after having that conversation about sticking together and being honest with one another to Winn a couple days after the ‘pack meeting’ - he would wonder if that was a ‘Bitten’ issue but Lucas apparently did the same thing... Martyring himself because ‘no one would understand, no one can help’. “You’re doing well so far; just try to follow your anger with - here’s that word again - patience,” He gave a gentle, if watery smile to Ariana as the latter picked up the trail and motioned the way they were going as he tended to his face with a tissue. Being outside provided immediate relief - he was still learning about the double-edged sword that was the wolf’s immunity -  but he was still thankful that Ariana had the double-benefit of being a Born wolf and being unhindered by-- He sneezed again. Aaand again. Though he wanted to, he decided not to apologise for his body’s uncontrollable spasms, painful as that decision felt. Ariana was moving fast - that was good, that meant she was maintaining a trail and he kept up with her easily enough, taking advantage of her leading the way to look around each area they paused in as if to pick up some other clues of his own. Nothing so far… disappointing. At least they had a trail.

Ariana appreciated that Simon always had a knack for validating her emotions. It had a relaxing effect, just being there and understanding what she was feeling. “Thanks, I’ll try to remember the whole patience part.” It was easier said than done, but she could try at least. She didn’t believe Winn had acted maliciously, but damn was his string of poor decisions really frustrating. She could give him shit for this is all once they found him. The trail of scent kept her attention. It was faint, but if she kept sniffing she could follow it. The sound of sneezing registered behind her and she called out, “Bless you.” It seemed like he was sneezing more than usual today, but maybe, he’d forgotten to take his allergy meds. She fumbled around briefly with her backpack, still sniffing her way toward Winn, and pulled out some Claritin and a small bottle of water. She turned to him and held them out, “Here, hope these help.” Her focus shifted back to the trail that seemed to be leading straight toward Candleton Cemetery. Why would he come here of all places? Winn really did have a flair for the dramatics.

There was something about Ariana, something that made a small part of Simon think that all his talk and advice and unwarranted preaching was worth something. Ariana listened, which he learned a long time ago was all that most people wanted. He wondered if Winn felt that fractured communication as the duo made their way; that no one would listen or possibly even that there wasn’t anything he could say. Speaking of listening, he felt a small rush embarrassment as Ariana turned to give him the bottle of medication paired with the water, both of which he took gratefully with a smile. Clever Ariana, ready on all fronts. If there was one good thing to have come out of her being raised on the road, it was that she was probably prepared for anything, including when he himself was being an actual liability instead of the one he usually called himself when he was being self-critical. “Thank you, my dear,” He replied thickly but with no less gentleness, continuing to follow her as he looked down to study the dosage he’d need. Double? By the time he looked back up after taking… he didn’t know, like seven and downing half the bottle of water, they seemed to have found themselves in a cemetery… or at least outside of one. “What an unusual detour,” He said out loud, quirking an eyebrow. Had he paid a visit to a lost loved one? That just added more complications in Simon’s mind but he kept his thoughts to himself for now.

Ariana hoped the meds helped Simon feel a bit better. The being allergic to yourself thing had to be rough. Plus, he was with her and Winn’s house was also home to a dog. She thought of it in present tense still even though he insisted on running off. It angered her still, but right now, she was focused on finding him. “Yeah, this definitely wouldn’t be my first stop, but clearly he’s being a little dramatic. Maybe there’s someone he knows buried here though,” Ariana mused curiously. She picked up her pace, trying to find him. She could still vaguely smell him, but she couldn’t see him or Denny anywhere. Where the hell was he? She found her fists curling into balls, ready to hit the next tree she saw, but she’d refrain. Trees broke your hands and she didn’t need a cast to clash with her prom dress. His scent was fading and she desperately looked around the cemetery with Simon close behind her before she happened upon a man. She approached him slowly, not wanting to invade, and did her best to calmly say, “I’m sorry to bother you. I was looking for a friend of mine.”

Honestly, Matty was pretty sure this was the most trashed he’d been since, fuck, 1985, maybe. He’d managed to scrape himself out of that broken-down crypt, once night fell again - but not much further. Wasn’t like he had anywhere to be, though. Conveniently. So he’d settled in, still drifting on the far edge of all that tequila. And just, just starting to feel the ash burn out, into the usual fever. Shit, man. That’s where he’d been at, sitting back against some mossy, smashed up masonry, eyes screwed shut, shirt barely buttoned, when someone started talking. Out of the swirl of the comedown. Matty jerked, full-body about it, staring around at... a girl, and a guy. That’s it? Pretty regular looking. No stakes. Or swords. Solid. He sniffed, his skin itching. She was asking something. A friend of hers. “Sure, no, uh… no bother, that’s…” Oh. Oh, fuck. Their smell. Kinda musky? Fresh, though, layered over what was left of that werewolf, from earlier. Winn. Great. This - this was the pack, huh? Throwing a weak wave at the dude hovering close by, Matty rubbed a hand across his face, his nose, and shrugged. “I don’t know, I mean, I’ve been kinda… checked out…” He licked his lips, dry, nervous. “What’s your friend like?”

The older wolf stayed relatively close to Ariana, managing to quiet himself down as they looked around the old graveyard. Simon hadn’t been to a graveyard since arriving in White Crest but he figured they didn’t often smell like… alcohol? The scent managed to trickle through what was left of his breathing passages and he turned his head just before Ariana found the apparent source. It wasn’t often he happened upon someone who looked almost as homeless as him but here they were. He stayed quiet as Ariana initiated the conversation, feeling himself tense up like he was readying to attack. But why? There didn’t seem to be anything particularly notable about this guy other than the convenience of Winn’s trail indiscriminately leading them to him. He was clearly not expecting to be awoken either and Simon noted the movements of his hands, the way his arms and body adjusted. Hungover? Perhaps dehydrated. Drug use? Maybe given the attention he was giving to his face, but too soon to tell. Simon forced himself to loosen up and he took a more casual stance next to Ariana, folding up the tissue he’d been using and putting his thumbs in his pockets. “He’s a bigger guy, well-shaped and at least part-Asian,” He started lightly, his tone warm, if still congested. “Facial hair, boisterous personality. Very, ah... “ He fell quiet-- well, quieter. “Very rambunctious. He appreciates attention.” He smiled slightly despite why they were there. With that description, he lifted the tissue once more as if it acted as a method to mute him, allowing Ariana to take the lead once more - this was technically her mission, after all.

Ariana had been so hyper-focused on locking in on Winn’s scent that she hadn’t immediately smelled the alcohol in the air around the man. Getting drunk in the graveyard… now that was a mood. Not her mood, but still a mood. She pulled her phone out of her backpack and pulled up a selfie she had snapped of her and Winn. She turned her phone around and extended it so the man could see. “He’s the one that doesn’t look like me,” she explained, “Have you seen him around here at all?” His scent was fading and she turned back to the man, focusing on his heartbeat to detect any sign of lying. Only she hadn’t heard one. Well then, that explained the whole hanging out drunk in a cemetery. “His trail ends here and we’re trying to find him. We think he may be in trouble.”

The nodding was a bit kneejerk, at this point, but. Matty listened along, looked close. Blinked, bloodshot and too warm, enough to at least tip his stomach, if not turn it all the way. Fuck. Definitely Winn. “Right,” he stammered, brushing some of that loose, tangling hair out of his face. Looking closer. Not that he had to, obviously, just... buying time. Winn hadn’t talked about trouble, exactly. Not the outside kind. There’d been the guy, the asshole, he’d mentioned. Dude in the back didn’t strike him as the type, though. But. Matty didn’t know these people. Couldn’t say how legit the whole “friend” thing was, between them. (Sounded pretty real. Didn’t it?) If Winn had wanted to have the… family, or whatever, to know where he was - wouldn’t he have called, or something? People did that, now. Cellphones, and shit. “Uh…” Matty sat back, with a wince. Just had to make a call. Come on - him and Winn, they’d finished a magnum between the headstones. Done some pretty fuckin’ serious talking, even, you know, as strangers. If the dude wanted some time to himself, or whatever, that wasn’t for Matty to screw with. Not like he sold people out for kicks. He shook his head, decisively. “Nope. Never seen him.” Except, if he could smell Winn, still - they sure as shit could. “I was pretty out of it last night, though, like… I’m the last motherfucker in this place you should be asking, honestly.” That, with a thin laugh, swallowed quick. Fuck, man. Had to hope this wasn’t the wrong call. The kind that ended in a gruesome mauling...  

He was having trouble thinking of this venture as “exciting” considering the incredibly foolish spontaneity Winn displayed that led to this fine comedy of errors but something almost felt familiar to Simon as the duo asked the graveyard rockstar regarding the whereabouts of their… friend. Pack member. Both. Both? Yes, Winn was still in the pack in his mind, despite some valid protests from other party members. He listened and took to wandering off as Matty stuttered out an answer-- or… what he probably considered the equivalent of one, keeping one of his hands in his pockets as the other absently messed with his own face, hovering between that and scratching at his neck. Part of him didn’t buy it; he trusted Ariana’s tracking ability more than this guy’s “witness testimony”. Another part of him was hoping there’d be some clue they could glean that didn’t depend on the rockstar’s word; some newly-disturbed earth, another trail, tangible evidence, something. He glanced over at the guy slouched on the ground, his brow furrowed slightly and his expression rather sharp though his reddened eyes betrayed him somewhat. Nah, he was slick. This guy was, too and though he wasn’t hearing a lying heartbeat (perhaps because he didn’t hear a heartbeat at all), he allowed himself to be led by his intuition… since his nose obviously wasn’t doing it for him. He wanted to give his two cents but he kept the comment to himself and his body, for some reason, decided to fill the silence with another sneeze. “It’s your call, Ariana,” He replied, sniffling. “What do you want to do?” He asked, hoping she knew that he’d follow her down whatever path she took at that moment; yeah, she was young but he trusted her lead and would be there to temper her more extreme decisions if it came to that.

Ariana wasn’t sure just how much she believed Matty, but with the shape he was in, she didn’t feel like there was too much point in pushing it. Still, she arched an eyebrow at him. “You’re sure you haven’t seen him. Because it smells like he was right here,” she pushed, trying to determine if he really was just drunk and clueless. It was unlikely Winn told him where he was going, but a direction would have at least been helpful. He did look pretty disheveled and it was possible they were wasting time. Her boot tapped against the ground, anxious to move again. To get to Winn before he made any rash decisions. Although running off and deactivating any form of contacting you already was. Ugh. Why did the wolves insist on cutting themselves off from others? That’s not what they were supposed to do. Maybe she hadn’t grown up with a pack, but she knew they had to look out for each other. She felt herself getting exceedingly frustrated again and tried to remember Simon’s words of remembering to throw patience into the mix. Okay, okay. Whatever was going on wasn’t the fault of some drunk, probably vampire, in the cemetery. “Right, yeah, sorry didn’t mean to get a little intense there. But really, if you’ve seen him, something happened and his phone is broken. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

Oh, no, no no. Matty didn’t like the looks he was catching, here. Werewolves, man - even this way, human-looking, they were pretty fuckin’ amped up. That much, he knew. Had seen it himself, at the Ring. And even before then, in the wild. Well, some warehouse in Chicago. Close enough. Pulling his legs in a little closer, Matty was eyeing between the two of them, honestly not sure which might be the bigger problem, if he tried to make a break for it. Sniffly dude. Tiny girl. Hammered vampire. Be a riot of a chase, huh? He cleared his throat and shrugged again, as the kid kept going. “Told you. I - I don’t know him. Didn’t see anybody.” Really didn’t owe Winn losing an arm to some pissed off packmates. No, sir. But. They hadn’t pounced yet. She was prickling, though. Until she wasn’t. “No problem, yeah,” Matty brushed it off, earnestly. Sure, werewolf-grade intensity. Not a big deal. Not fuckin’ terrifying. “We’re good. We’re cool.” Definitely shouldn’t have finished the tequila. Maybe shouldn’t have lied. “I hope you find him, seriously. Like, best of luck.” Somewhere else. Far away, preferably.

As the two talked, Simon was inclined to agree with the mindset he was sure Ariana was taking; something was fishy about this guy. He blew his nose which, coupled with the medicine Ariana gave him earlier, helped clear out his sinuses where the sour bite of alcohol mixed with Winn’s faint scent was much more prevalent. Did this guy break out of a brewery? He frowned though he wanted to give Ariana a pat on the shoulder for her being calm… even if it was evident the rockstar’s dismissive, unhelpful attitude was weighing on her nerves. He popped his neck, not necessarily in an aggressive gesture though the noise crackled through the tension that was filling the air. “Hmm…” He hummed absently, giving the hungover individual another, rather gentle look. He sighed. “Do you remember any of where you were or what happened recently?” He found himself asking, his tone still calm. A small part of him was frustrated himself, sure; Winn was missing and SOMETHING had to have happened between this guy and Winn to cover him. He wondered if the stale smell of alcohol had to do with it. He paced as they talked, trying to find a ‘hot spot’ for Winn’s scent for the trail… maybe mixed with booze? Was that too obtuse of a thought?

Wasn’t that a sound right out of high school. The pop-snap of a neck thicker than his, attached to somebody who’d probably be happy to deliver a bit of over the counter amateur chiropractic. Matty slid up against the crypt he’d been propped against, so suddenly it surprised him; his legs didn’t hold out, though, and he took a lean, rather than, you know. Standing. Even standing, fuck. What kinda question was that, anyway? Like it was any of his business, Jesus. “Yeah, no. Had a rough fuckin’ day, alright?” He cracked, a little. God, it’d only been - not long, since he heard. About her. Bennie. Why he was here, dealing with this. Matty pressed back against the lichen-y stones, trying to stay as still as he possibly could, while the ground kept rolling under him. “I’ve been here. Inside,” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, back towards the mausoleum he’d spent the daylight hours in. “Pissed faceless. For a while. I didn’t see your pal, I swear to Christ, I didn’t...” If he could still do that. Swear to anything. No lightning yet, so. Solid.  

Ariana found herself annoyed with the man even though he was minding his own business getting drunk in a cemetery. Was this a normal undead thing or was he just messy? It wasn’t any of her business anyway. She let out an exasperated sigh and said, “Okay, you don’t know shit. Maybe try to like… get it together for your own sake though.” She turned back to Simon, ready to refocus back on the task at hand. Winn’s scent was starting to fade and they needed to move fast. Her head was still shaking as she turned back to Simon. “Let’s go. His scent is fading, if we’re going to find him we need to keep moving.” She gave a wave to the drunk vampire and tried to follow Winn’s smell. They made it through more of the cemetery, but it seemed to be completely lost. “Shit,” she grumbled to Simon, “I don’t think we can find him, at least not using our noses. Scent is too faded for me to track him.”

Getting nowhere fast. Patience aside, Simon straightened up and exchanged glances with Ariana, giving a small nod to indicate that he was ready when she was; he could argue he was ready even before that given the uselessness of the drunken rockstar. “I’m sorry you had a rough night,” He remarked honestly to the guy before going back over to Ariana’s side and giving her a gentle smile even though their hunt hadn’t yielded any results, at least not useful ones. They knew he fled, then came to the cemetery, then… the rest was between him and the hungover individual. “You did the best you could,” He said to her, opting to give her a pat on the shoulder this time. “And you kept calm. That’s perfect for a hunter like yourself.” He exhaled. “Sorry that guy back there wasn’t… cooperative but you did good.” He motioned with his head to go back to Winn’s house. “C’mon, lemme get you some food or something.” He hid the worry in his head with his casual tone, hoping not to give the impression that he didn’t care but that was’t further from the truth. He just didn’t see the point in being so openly concerned when there wasn’t anything they could do at that specific moment in time. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something else. You’re clever like that.”

[jonny-byerss]

All Words Muttered By Jonathan Byers In Stranger Things

Season 1

S1: E8 The Upside Down

-Remember...

-Don’t step on the trap.

-Then...

-Alright. You ready?

-On three. One...two...you don’t have to do this-

-I’m just saying, you don’t have to-

-It’s just the wind.

-Don’t worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.

-Blink. Think of them as alarms.

-No, it’s fine. Thanks.

-Nancy?

-You need to get out of here. Listen to me, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, get out of here!

-Nancy. Nancy. Nancy! Nancy! The lights.

-It’s here.

-I don’t know. I don’t see it.

-Go! Go! Run! Go! Get out of here!

-Jump!

-Shut up!

-I don’t know.

-No.

-Come on. Come on, you son of a bitch! You see it?

-Come on. Where are you? Come on!

-Get back!

-No. It has to be dead. It has to be.

-Mom. Is that you? Mom?

-I don’t think that’s the monster.

-Hey.

-You’re home. You’re home now. You’re safe.

-Yeah, it’s me, buddy. We missed you. We really missed you.

-What, this? It’s just a cut. It’s nothing. You’re worried about my hand.

-Oh, hey, uh...we, uh...we brought you some stuff...so you don’t get bored in here.

-Uh, I made you a new mixtape. There’s some stuff on there I think you really might like.

-Guys, guys, go easy on him.

-Jeez, what’s that smell? Have you guys been playing games all day or just farting?

-Will, come on.

-So, you have fun?

-Hey, Mrs. Wheeler.

-Yeah, thank you. Uh, Merry Christmas.

-So, uh, you win?

-Awesome.

-Thanks, um...I...I didn’t get you anything, I...I feel bad.

-Merry Christmas.

-You ready? Let’s go.

-Alright. Buckle up.

-Yeah, sure.

-Yeah. Yeah, pretty cool.

-What you got there? That one yours?

-Looks pretty big.

-Be careful. You’ll break it.

-Documenting.

-Because...it looks great.

-Mom. Mom, it’s gonna be great.

-Thanks.

-Mm. Very good, Mom.

-Mm, hey, did Will tell you about, uh, the game?

Season 2

S2: E1 MADMAX

-“Come and get sheet-faced”. No, I’m not.

-Well, you can relax, I’m not gonna be alone. I’m going trick-or-treating with Will.

-Yeah.

-Sounds like a nice night.

-Hey, bud. I, uh, didn’t know what you’d like, so I got a variety. Take your pick.

-Alright. What are you working on?

-Zombie Boy? Who’s Zombie Boy?

-Did someone call you that? Hey, you can talk to me, you know that, right? Whatever happened. Will, come on, talk to me.

-What? Like what?

-What are you talking about?

-You’re not a freak.

-You know what? You’re right. You are a freak.

-No, I’m serious, you’re a freak. But what? Do you wanna be normal? Do you wanna be just like everyone else? Being a freak is the best, alright? I’m a freak.

-I have-I have friends, Will.

-Because you’re my best friend, alright? And I would rather be best friends with Zombie Boy than with a boring nobody. You know what I mean?

-Okay, look...who would you rather be friends with? Bowie or Kenny Rogers?

-Exactly. It’s no contest. The thing is, nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world. You got it?

S2: E2 Trick or Treat, Freak

-Yeah?

-What?

-He’s not in his room?

-Three, two, one...

-Great! Hold up the proton blaster.

-Alright, now turn to the light.

-Yeah, cool.

-Are you ready, bud?

-I just-I just don’t get what she sees in him.

-Bob.

-What? You think I’m lame?

-Hey, listen, if I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?

-And ve back at Mike’s by 9?

-9.

-Deal?

-Alright. Hey, Will, don’t let any of your spazzy friends use this, alright?

-I hope it doesn’t suck.

-Huh?

-Oh, uh, yeah, I’m going as a guy who hates parties.

-Uh, Jonathan.

-KISS? The band?

S2: E3 The Pollywog

-We’re looking, Mom.

-He’s staying over now?

-Yeah, yeah, he was upset. I mean, he was...he was really upset. But he was still worried about you.

-Hey, you need to cut yourself some slack, okay? People say stupid things when they’re wasted, you know, things they don’t mean.

-Like there’s this weight you’re carrying around with you? All the time? I feel it too.

-Yeah, yeah he did, but, you know, he’s not the same. I try to be there for him, you know, to help him, but...I don’t know. I mean, maybe...maybe things just can’t go back to the way they were.

-Mad?

-The people responsible for this...they’re dead.

-Yeah. Why? What are you thinking?

-Oh...Ms. Wheeler!

-Yeah, uh, we have a test tomorrow.

-Bummer.

-Yeah.

-Stressful.

-Bye Ms. Wheeler!

-Okay, are you sure about this?

S2: E4 Will the Wise

-Mom? Will? Hello?

-Hey.

-No, she was sleeping, but I left a note.

-Stop saying that.

-Yeah, I know. Just give him time.

-What?

-We’re not together.

-You still wanna do this?

S2: E5 Dig Dug

-Uh...double.

-Nance...uh, on or off?

-What?

-Yeah.

-What?

-It’s not going to end.

-Yeah.

-Congratulations.

-What do you mean?

-Yeah, Will needed me...and Steve...

-Yeah, like only a month.

-Are you positive this is the right place?

-Alright.

-What camera?

-You might wanna sit down for this.

-What? Think?

-You don’t believe us, do you?

-Them?

-This is ridiculous!

-Wait, what?

S2: E6 The Spy

-To taking down the man.

-Yeah, no, no, I’ve gotta drive.

-I mean, do...do you wanna stay?

-Okay, uh...could I use the sofa?

-No, no, I mean, we’re just friends.

-What? No, I mean, my dad’s-

-Steve.

-Trust issues? Trust issues.

-Trust issues? I do not...

-Hey.

-Oh, no, don’t, I mean, he’s so drunk.

-Yeah, I mean, what, he knows us for a couple of hours and he’s got us all figured out?

-Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.

-Yeah, um, goodnight.

-Uh, sorry?

-Oh, yeah, yeah, it was...it was good.

-Oh. Okay.

-No, no, it’s fine. They’re probably just at the matinee or something.

-What...?

-I don’t know. Mom? Will?

-I don’t shoot Polaroid.

-It’s not mine. Someone else has been here.

S2: E8 The Mind Flayer

-Why are the lights off?

-And security just took the night off? I don’t think so.

-No. The power’s off.

-What?

-Nancy, Nancy, wait.

-Hello? Who’s there? Who’s there?

-Steve?

-Why?

-Hang on-

-Yeah...

-Come on! Get in!

-Hey. Hey there. It’s me. Um, I’m sorry, bud. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve been there.

-You sure this is gonna work?

-Do you remember the day Dad left? We stayed up all night building Castle Byers...just the way you drew it, and it took so long, because you were so bad at hammering. You’d miss the nail every time. And then, it started raining, but we stayed out there anyway. We were both sick for like a week after that, but we just had to finish it, didn’t we? We just had to.

-Do you remember the first time I played you this? Mom and Dad were both arguing in the next room, so I played you the mixtape I made you, and it was the first time you got into music. Real music.

-They’re coming!

-What?

S2: E9 The Gate

-Then we need to make the host uninhabitable.

-Okay. Denfield to oak tree, swing a right, that’s it. But, it’s channel ten, right?

-Are you sure this is a good idea?

-Mom...

-It’s not working. It’s not working! Mom, are you listening to me?

-How much longer? Mom, look at him!

-You’re killing him!

-You’re killing him! No!

-Mom, you’re killing him!

-Come on, buddy!

-Come on!

-Come on, Will!

-Chief, are you there? Chief, do you copy?

-Close it.

-No, no, just the good stuff.

-Yeah, yeah, it’s what’s happening.

[sweetxchloe]

📱Chloe ↔️ Luca

Tagging: Chloe Lynn & Luca Motta ( @doveportluca​ ) When: April 9, 2020  Notes: Discord Text thread!

Chloe: hey Luca! What time are you free from work tomorrow?

Luca: I don't work at all tomorrow, I get off at 9pm tonight though.

Chloe: Do you usually have Fridays off?

Luca: No, but since I worked New Years and every other holiday since, I was given Good Friday off

Chloe: Are you going to church?

Luca: I was going to look for one tomorrow morning see if I could find a service to go to, since I'm not going to be home. Are you going to church?

Chloe: There’s that one pretty looking church near downtown but I don’t know what type of church it is. And I wasn’t planning on it... but I can go with you if you want? I get home at 4:30

Luca: I'll see what kind of services the churches are offering and let you know, but we don't have to go to church if you don't want, you can always just come over and hang out. I don't work all weekend - I booked it off.

Chloe: You get an actual weekend! When was the last time you had that and wasn’t traveling or busy with family? Chloe: I really don’t mind going to church. I would go with my parents sometimes so it’s not out of the ordinary for me

Luca: LOL a long time, I have to admit. I think maybe when I moved here? But even then I was doing stuff. Luca: Well, I'll see what's happening then. Would you rather go to the Good Friday service or the Easter Sunday one?

Chloe: Luca!! You really need more you time! This weekend is a start and you should get as much rest as possible. Also you’re coming here tomorrow! Would you like for me to get a bath set up for you to soak in? Or is that weird to offer? Chloe: Hmm I think everyone will be at the Sunday one so Good Friday would be better

Luca: No that's PERFECT to offer, oh my god. I'll bring us some good wine to drink, and maybe some lasagna? Luca: Okay, I'll keep you updated tomorrow about the service and the times

Chloe: Oh good! I didn’t know if you would have thought it weird to take a bath in my house

Luca: As long as you're not going to record it, or anything. Luca: Why would it be weird? It's a bath. It's like you having a shower at my place.

Chloe: I knoooow.  [...] Chloe: Can I be honest with you about something?

Luca: Of course

Chloe: Ok.....So, I don't know how to start with this so I'm just going to say it and hopefully it makes sense. I like spending time with you. I like the chances we get to hang out. I like you want to teach me how to cook and that snow globe you got me is on my dresser and I smile everytime I see it. I want to spend more time with you and I'm in a place where I think I want to start to actually date and not just do hangouts. And...gah. You probably think I'm crazy or flighty. But I'm just scared of hurting you because I don't want to hurt you. I really, really like you.

Luca: I don't think you're crazy or flighty, and I really hope you're not mad at me or went all spazzy because work got busy. But, I'm all yours for the rest of the night. Chloe, I'm a man in my 30's, I've been hurt before. Besides, I don't think you're going to hurt me and we don't need to go fast. I really like you and enjoy the time we spend together, and I'd like to date you. I just didn't want to rush you.

Chloe: Omg no! I wasn’t mad at you at all!! I know you have such a busy schedule and probably so much on your plate. Which is why when you said you wanted me to come to you about things I felt like I would bother you when you have more important things going on. Chloe: the thing is I want to kiss you and do a little more with you but I also know that that’s something you don’t do with someone unless you’re really comfortable with them. And I don’t want you to feel pressured by me:

Luca: Chloe, you are important to me. I want to know about what makes you happy, or sad. If you're going down the street and see a dog in a top hat. I want to know what's on your mind if you'll let me - because you're important to me. Luca: I wouldn't say I want to date you if I wasn't ready to kiss you and touch you. We might have to wait for sex, but I'm willing to explore foreplay with you. I don't feel pressured by you, but I don't want you thinking that I don't desire you either.

Chloe: You made me laugh so much with the dog with the top hat. It’d be so cute I’d cry first and then tell you about it  Chloe: I’m completely fine with waiting. It’s not even that that I’m craving. Not that I wouldn’t be against finding out how it is for us if we get there. You’re the first demisexual guy I’ve been out with and I want to be mindful of that. Chloe: I want to keep seeing you. After tomorrow night and see where it takes us

Luca: I like to hear that Luca: Thank you, Chloe. For being so understanding with me, I appreciate it. I've run into people in the past that haven't been as understanding and empathetic. 

Luca: I'm happy with that, more than happy.

Chloe: I do feel like I need to be honest with you about something. Did I ever tell you about my old best friend?

Luca: You mentioned him once or twice, but nothing in great enough detail for me to really remember in depth

Chloe: His name’s Brad. We grew up together. He was my next door neighbor. We went to elm, middle and high school together and were inseparable. We even went to school dances as each other’s dates but it’s always been as friends. People kept waiting for us to get together but it never happened. When I moved to Houston it was really hard because I was away from the world I grew up with and I missed my friends. Especially him. Chloe: he surprised me with a visit as soon as we settled into the new house and we went in this road trip we always talked about. It was during this trip we hooked up and were that way for a month. We talked about telling our parents were dating and he confessed he loves me and had been in love with me. It felt right with him, something I hadn’t had with any other person I’ve dated. When we got back he had to leave suddenly so we didn’t talk to my parents and after some time of hardly talking to him and he not returning my calls or messages or anything...I felt heartbroken. I’m still dealing with that pain because anytime I feel I can have something meaningful with someone that pain presses into my heart. Chloe: During Spring Break I saw him at a bar and it was as if all those promises and pain and years of hurt and anger and tears came back and I went up to him and punched him. It was such a reactive and stupid thing but I punched him. And maybe more. Part of that is kinda blurred because I was so pissed! Chloe: and since then he’s been texting and calling me. Full of apologies and how he is an idiot and with all these excuses.  Chloe: but I want you to know about all of that to kind of understand why I get the way I do. And I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry

Luca: So THAT was who you punched. I was wondering.... Jesus, I don't blame you for giving him a right hook now. I want to beat him up for you now. Luca: Thank you for sharing that with me, Chlo. I know that wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, but I'm glad you did. Luca: We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable you're with, and if you're ever unsure, or you need reassurance, you just need to ask. Even if you want to talk for hours on end, or need to ask me 5 times in a row... Do it. Because I'm not going anywhere, and I've been interested in you pretty much since the moment we started talking, I just didn't want to freak you out. So I won't pull a Brad, but I do want you to know that I'm here if you need to talk. Whether it's about him, anything bothering you, how you're feeling... I'm here. Luca: Sorry if that didn't make sense, I'm tired, but I really just want to give you a hug, so I rambled.

Chloe: it made sense to me. It’s not an easy story to share but I don’t want to keep you in the dark about things. I’m trying to be upfront so I don’t lead you on but I’m not sure what I’m doing at this point. Punching him made me feel better. Like a part of me was able to let that go. So with that I want to date and try to let someone in. But there is still that other part that has been through years of hurt and she’s not ready yet.  Chloe: I know Im rambling, especially when you said you’ll be patient but I just have so much on my mind and...yeah. That’s... it. Lol

Luca: Do you want to go for a walk? We can talk about it some more. If you want, of course.  Luca: And like I said, if that part of you starts coming out and she's not ready once we start seeing one another.. Then you just have to tell me. I'm okay with that. I want you to be comfortable, Chlo.

Chloe: Right now? Chloe: You’re really easy to talk to. I mean that. Sometimes I have to sit and think about what I’m going to say and I hate that. But not with you

Luca: If you want, I can grab us a coffee. Luca: That makes me happy. You're really easy to talk to too.

Chloe: you said you’re tired, Luca. Plus I’m sticky and covered in flour from baking so many cookies. Oh yeah! You’re getting a tin tomorrow!

Luca: Well then just know if you want to talk, we can tomorrow. Also, you good for a 7pm mass at Sacred Heart?

Luca: COOKIES.

Chloe: How about a phone call? That way it’s like we’re together but we’re not. It’ll need to be after I walk Luna and shower. Chloe: Yes!!! I’m super proud of my icing job on these. I’ve been practicing since Christmas Chloe: 7pm works for me! I haven’t been to a mass in awhile.

Luca: I can do that! Luca: Did you do royal icing? Luca: Perfect, I'll come by around 5 and we can have dinner together

Chloe: I did!! Chloe: *attaches pic*

Chloe: look at how cute they came out!

Luca: They're great! Also look really good too

Chloe: but I’m so tired! Chloe: ok. Give me like 30 mins and I’ll call you

Luca: You deserve a gold medal for how many you made  Luca: Talk to you soon, gorgeous.

[sweet-pea-imagines]

The Act (Sweet Pea X Reader) (Lyric Imagine) Requested.

Request: Can you do a sweet pea x reader to the song 18 by anarbor?

Requested by: @skeletalwolfcat

Summary: All you wanted to do was prove to your parents that you were grown up…that you didn’t need them. Not only did you prove your point to them, but you fell for you partner in crime along the way.

Warnings: probably cussing, underage drinking, fighting, implied verbal abuse.

Word Count: 5,876

Just a quick note, this is my first imagine based from a song! The lyrics will be in bold. Some of them will be before certain paragraphs setting up for the scenario, and some will be said by characters themselves. Sorry lol, I’m over explaining. Anyway! Here we go….

You and Sweet Pea had known each other since the fourth grade. Naturally, you two became best friends pretty quickly. Your calm demeanor balanced out his spazziness, and vice versa. Everyone always said that you two would be the perfect couple, however that never happened…well, until you both graduated.

18, crazy

It all started at a wild graduation party at some random Northsider’s house the weekend after graduation. Sweet Pea had somehow managed to convince you to go to said party, after much persuading and eventually a promise of chocolate and a movie afterwards. Of course, you agreed. You were his best friend, you had to be with him at the graduation party.

“Oh, come on Y/N,” Sweet Pea said, nudging your shoulder as he drove. “It’ll be fun! I promise.”

“It better be,” you grumbled. “I don’t want to have to go outside for no good reason.” He chuckled at your introverted self and turned his eyes back on the road.  

After a short drive the two of you arrived at the house party. You couldn’t help but notice how secluded the house was. Already, there was blasting music pulsing from inside the house. Teens sat on the porch; some dancing, some drinking, and a younger couple sat on the porch swing making out. Wonderful, you thought as you stepped down from the Sweet Pea’s truck. You immediately crossed your arms and waited for him to come around for you.

“Aw, come on bashful,” he said. His large arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walked up the path to the house. He knew how anxious you got in social situations. “I will stay with you all night okay? You will not be leaving my sight.”

“Pinky swear?” You held up your little finger to him. He chuckled, but locked pinkies with you, nonetheless.

“Pinky swear.”

That promise lasted maybe ten minutes until you slipped away from him as he talked to a friend and got hopelessly lost. People didn’t even bother to watch out for you, rather just shoving you out of the way. You began to panic rather quickly considering you barely knew anyone here other than Sweet Pea. This house is fucking huge, you thought to yourself as you found your way outside. There was a pool and hot tub, surrounded by tipsy teens. Scanning the crowd for any sign of your friend, you caught the eye of an obviously drunk guy across the pool from you. He was giving you the stare, making you increasingly uncomfortable as he licked his lips. You rolled your eyes and turned on your heel, taking your search elsewhere.

Finding yourself inside once more, you shrugged passed people, throwing manners out the window. You were stressed and lost and tired. Soon you found yourself at the drink table. Not trusting any of the punch there, you sat against the wall beside the table and pulled out your phone. You’d barely been at the party for half an hour, and you already felt more anxious than you could have anticipated. With shaky hands you typed a quick message to Sweet Pea, telling him where you were and that you were freaking out.

“Come on Pea, where are you?” you mumbled to yourself after a few minutes. Although you really wanted to, you didn’t leave your position, but stood from your seat and stretched to see above the crowd.

“You need some help there baby?” It was the creepy guy from the pool. Scoffing, you turned away.

“I’m good, thanks.”

The guy was suddenly right behind you, breathing in your ear. You gagged at the smell of his rank breath. Before you could walk away, he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him.

“Let go.” You said sternly. Only, he didn’t listen, but rather slid one hand down to your ass. That set you off. Without another word, you spun around and packed all your weight behind your elbow, hitting him dead on the nose. “I said to the let me fucking go!” you screamed as he stumbled into the table, falling on his ass. People turned around and stared at you.

“You fucking bitch,” the guy stood up and tried to lunge at you. Sweet Pea intercepted him, punching him in the gut before throwing him back into the wall.

“Sweets, let’s just go, please.” Your eyes welled with tears and panic. As soon as he heard your voice, he turned around. You grabbed his arm and urged him through the crowd, tears streaming down your face. As soon as you got outside and into his truck, you started apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry Pea,” you cried. “I didn’t mean to run off and ruin your night. I-I should’ve stayed home. I should’ve—”

“Hey, no, no. You didn’t ruin my night. Aw, come ‘ere,” he cooed, pulling you closer to him as you shook. He knew if he didn’t calm you down soon, you’d go into full panic attack mode. He wrapped his arms around you, laying your head on his chest so he could smooth your hair. “You did nothing wrong Y/N, nothing wrong at all.”

“I—I got you in—in a fight,” you stuttered, crying harder. He gently kissed the top of your head, calming your sobs before responding.

“When have I ever been mad about getting in a fight?” he chuckled lightly. The rumble of his laugh the calm thrum of his heart had calmed you down enough to laugh quietly. You sat up slowly. “There she is,” he grinned at you. “Now, how about we ditch this lame ass party and get some milkshakes yeah?” You grinned widely and nodded. “Buckle up.” You took the middle seat, rather than the window, wanting to be closer to him.

Pulled up in your daddy’s car

The low rumble of your dad’s SUV pulling into the trailer park early the next morning woke Sweet Pea up. Alarmed at your early appearance, he jumped out of bed and unlocked the door. As he pulled it open, he saw a peek of your tear-stricken face. You climbed the porch slowly, wiping away your tears.

“Hey Sunshine,” he greeted. As soon as you heard his voice you burst into tears.

“They kicked me out,” you cried. Pea pulled you into a bear hug and led you inside.

“They don’t deserve to have you in their house anyway,” he said, sitting beside you on the couch.

“Pea…where am I gonna go? I have no one!” You tried to compose yourself but failed miserably. He let you lay on his shoulder.

“No, you have me. You will always, always, have me.” His blood boiled at the fact that your parents would just throw you out. You were only a few months over 18, it was just sick. “Hey, listen, you wanna move in with me? You’ll have a home.” Guess we’re off to a heavy start, you thought.

“Oh Sweets, I can’t let you do that,” you said, sitting up finally. “I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“You’re not going to be. And yes, you can. You are staying here. Deal with it,” he smiled. You tackled him in a hug, your tears of pain turning into tears of happiness.

“Thank you, Sweet Pea, so much.”

…

“Why do you put things up so high?” You stood on your toes, trying to grab the salt from the cupboard. You had insisted on making a real dinner for your first night staying with Sweet Pea.

“Because I’m not short like you are!” Sweet Pea replied, reaching above you. He handed you the seasoning as you slapped his arm.

“I am not short!” you protested. “I am average height. You, on the other hand, are simply a tree.” He chuckled, turning away from you to sauté some vegetables for your stir-fry. The two of you laughed and danced to Queen as you made dinner. 

For the first time in a long time, you had fun…something you thought wouldn’t ever find you again. And yet, it did; in the form of Sweet Pea. He was your knight in shining armor, your bright sun after a rainy day, your happiness after weeks of being left in the dark. Because of him, you felt like you finally belonged somewhere…right here, dancing in the kitchen to music way before your time with your best friend.

As Sweet Pea stood staring at you snapping your fingers to Another One Bites the Dust, he couldn’t help but feel something that heated him from the inside out. It was a feeling that brought color to his cheeks, a smile to his face. His thoughts wandered to a far place where he could protect you, make you happy forever.….no, oh no, no, no, he thought to himself. You cannot like her. It hit him very suddenly. He never thought he’d like you that way, but when he looked back, even by a few hours, he had for a while. Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away, he thought.

“It’s doooooone!” you exclaimed, spinning in multiple circles, finally bowing. Sweet Pea chuckled and clapped.

“You’re worried.” Sweet Pea had been watching you eating. Not in a creepy way, you were just quieter than usual. You sat across from him at the coffee table, eyebrows scrunched as you ate. Your gaze snapped up to meet his, you blushed.

“Am not.”

“I’ve known you for what? 8 years now?” he sighed. “I think I’d know if my best friend was worried by now. Come on now, what is it?” he pointed at you with his fork. You sighed deeply, thinking for a moment.

“It’s just…I have to get my stuff from my parent’s tomorrow, and I don’t know what to do,” you mumbled. He gazed at you for a long moment. “You know how they are…. I have this aggressive feeling to just royally piss them off. To just make them so mad that they’ll finally realize that I don’t need them.” You were clenching your fists, locking your jaw. Even through your hate you saw Sweet Pea’s mouth open to say something, but close almost instantly. “What? What is it?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” he trailed. “Really, it was nothing.”

“You’re lying. You can’t lie to me, you’re terrible at it.”

“I just had an idea. A dumb one at that.” You waved your hands in circles, prompting him to continue. “What if we…well, just here me out here. What if we pretended to be together? Your parents have always hated me, so I was thinking—”

“That’s a brilliant idea!” You exclaimed. “They’ll hate that!” Sweet Pea was surprised by how quickly you accepted the idea. “We can hold hands and stuff! And you can call me babe or something!” You were very excited about getting back at your half ass parents. “Or better yet, I’ll call you something like that. They will be furious!” You couldn’t help but giggle excitedly at the idea. Sweet Pea chuckled at your excitement and shook his head as you rambled on about how everything was going to work out.

18 crazy

I know what you want from me

I know what you want from me

“Yes, Y/N, I know,” Sweet Pea said. You had already explained the plan to fool your parents multiple times. At this point, he wasn’t sure if you were over explaining because you were excited or nervous. Knowing you, it was probably both.

“Sorry, sorry.” You wrung your hands as Sweet Pea pulled into your parent’s driveway. “Okay. We got this,” you muttered to yourself, closing your eyes for a moment. “This will go over smoothly.”

“Uh…alright creepy…let’s get going, yeah?”

“Right, sorry.” You apologized.

“Y/N,” he warned, “we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to apologize about everything you do.”

“Yes, you’re right. Sor—no, I’m okay, just nervous. You do know what to do right?”

“Yes Y/N.” He climbed out of his truck and helped you down. His arm wrapped over your shoulders, you approached your home.

So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them

Show them you’re all grown up

If long hair and tattoos

Are what attract you

Baby then you’re in luck

Sweet Pea knocked heavily on the front door, kissing your head just as someone yanked the door open, for affect of course.

Your dad stood in the doorway, obviously surprised by the scenario in front of him. He glared at Sweet Pea even though he was a full head shorter.

“Heeeey…Dad,” you greeted. “Came to get my stuff, since you know, you and Mom kicked me out.” Your Dad simply grumbled under his breath and stepped out of the way, barely leaving enough room for you to go through. Sweets shouldered passed. As you stepped in, you could see your mother down the hall in the kitchen. She quickly disappeared when you made eye contact with her.

“Your stuff upstairs baby?” Sweet Pea asked. You nodded, being sure to check for a reaction from your father. He looked like he was fuming but trying to hide it. Smirking, you led Sweet Pea up to your bedroom.

“Damn,” you mumbled, “they move on fast.”

You surveyed the room. There were boxes everywhere, full of all your stuff. Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you looked around at the empty room. It was like your whole childhood was packed away, held in boxes too small.

“You okay?” Sweet Pea asked suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts. You nodded, knowing your voice would deceive you if you spoke. He came to stand in front of you. His big hands lifted to cup your face. He swiped away the tears on your cheeks that you didn’t know had fallen. “You’ve always been such a bad liar.” You sniffled. And in that moment, as you stared into his chocolate brown eyes, as his hands cupped your face, you realized something. Something burned deep in your chest, and you had the sudden urge to kiss him, right then and there, even though tears were streaming gently down your face. No, no, no! you thought. You cannot like him! He’s your best friend! “Come’ ere,” he mumbled. He pulled your head into his chest, holding you as you cried.

“Sweets,” you cried into his chest, “I should-I should be here to get my-to get my stuff for-college. Not because they kicked me out!”

“Oh princess, I know, I know,” he ran his fingers through your hair as you cried harder. It was as if he could feel you falling apart at the seams in his arms. Every sob, every tear, every sniffle, was just another part of you, breaking from your body. His heart broke as yours did. This was something he couldn’t fix. He couldn’t pull you back into one piece once you fell apart, but he could try to hold you together, and try he would.

After a few minutes Sweet Pea pulled away, wiped your tears.

“Hey, look at me,” he demanded gently. “We are gonna get your stuff and go. You aren’t gonna let them see your cry okay?” You nodded quickly, wiping at your nose. He quickly kissed your forehead, making your heart jump, and started grabbing boxes.

To say your parents were pissed was an understatement. They were fuming by the time you and Sweet Pea left. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on their faces.

“We should do that more often,” I laughed.

“What? Piss off your parents?” he chuckled. You nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah. I’m down if you are.” You grinned at him and tried to bury your feelings as you drove off.

And I know it’s just a phase

You’re not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents baby

Piss off your parents

Without realizing it the two of you had become increasingly closer. In public he always had his arm around your shoulders, occasionally whispering in your ear, making you giggle. More often than not he called you princess or babygirl; you’d call him Sweets. He’d often sneak up behind you at the Wyrm to pick you up, spinning you around. He loved the way you squealed and laughed.

Your parents surely thought you were dating. On the rare occasion that you saw them in public, they refused to make eye contact with you. It broke your heart a little more every damn time. And Sweet Pea knew how broken you felt, he could see it whenever someone mentioned their parents. But slowly, over the course of a couple of months, he gradually helped you to collect all your pieces and put you back together. He replaced your now heartbreaking family memories into joyful ones full of laughter, friends, and love. So much love.

Even your friends were starting to believe you two were dating. Toni and Fangs were constantly gossiping about how much they shipped it. They asked you and Sweet Pea often if you were together, dating, or sleeping together. And no matter how many times you said you were just friends, they never believed you.

However, Sweet Pea felt deep down that what you two had wasn’t real. He felt that he knew that you were just going through a phase of being in love with your bad boy best friend. As much as he wished that you felt the same, he knew you didn’t. To him it didn’t matter how many times you kissed his cheek or told him you loved him in public, it was all an act. You weren’t in love with him, you couldn’t be in love with someone like him. In his mind you were too good for him. Smart, loving, caring, cheery, selfless, the list went on and on…he was none of those.  He could never—

“Sweets. Sweets! Hey!” You were waving your hand at him from the kitchen. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at you.

“Yeah?” You laughed at his dazed state.

“Do you want a beer with your dinner?” You emphasized every word slowly, holding in your laughter.

“Oh, uh no. I’m good,” he replied groggily. He hadn’t realized that he was dozing off on the couch.

“Okay,” you chuckled. You turned away and started plating dinner again. He couldn’t help but watch you as you worked. And he suddenly realized something.

That’s alright with me

It didn’t matter if this was all an act on your part, or if every hug and sweet whispers and ‘I love you’ was fake, because your smile was always real. Your laughter at his dumb jokes? Real. The blush that creeped up your cheeks when he kissed your head? Real. Every bit of joy he brought to you was real, and that’s all that mattered. If he could bring a smile to your face on a bad day, then this trick on your parents was alright with him.

You know I’m broke

As much as he tried to hide it, you knew Sweet Pea was stressed. There was bills to pay and food to buy, and he was just dead ass broke. He hadn’t had a run for FP in weeks. His last pay all went to bills. That was before you got a job though.

“I can always help you know,” you said.

It was well after midnight and Sweet Pea was out on the couch, trying to figure out how many shifts at the motorcycle shop he could work. You had been sleeping in his bed since you moved in, and he passed out on the couch’s pull out each night, refusing to make you sleep on the couch.

“No, not gonna happen,” he replied sternly. You sighed and approached him. Folding your legs to your side, you sat down beside him, resting an arm on his hunched shoulder.

“You’re gonna have to let me help out eventually hun.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Sweets, I can help, you know that,” you leaned forward to look at him.

“You shouldn’t have to though,” he sighed, running a tired hand through his already messy locks.

“Well, I can and I’m going to,” you concluded.

So you pulled out your daddy’s card

“Where are you going?” You jogged down the hall to the bedroom as Sweet Pea called after you. Grabbing your tote bag, you padded back to him quickly. You plopped back on the couch beside him, bag in your lap. When you couldn’t find what you were looking for, you resulted to dumping your bag out on the coffee table. “What are you doing? You’re making a mess!” Sweet Pea exclaimed.

“I couldn’t find my wallet,” you stated, as if that explained why you just made a huge mess on his coffee table.

“Probably because you have twelve books in your bag.”

“Are you throwing shade at my books?” He shrugged in response, making you laugh. “And I actually have four, well, three. Four including my planner.”

“Why do you need a planner? You don’t do anything!”

“First of all, that was rude!” you chided. You grabbed your wallet and started opening it, fighting receipts that threatened to fall out. “Second, I’m not arguing with you about my books right now.” This time he laughed. Finally, you found what you were looking for. “Aha! Here, use this.”

“What is—is this your dad’s debit card?” He was alarmed, taking the plastic card from you.

“Well, no. Not technically. My name is on the account, meaning only I can take money out. His name is just on the card,” you explained to a confused Sweets. “He made a bank account for me when I was little and put money in it almost every payday.”

“What was the money for?” he asked. He knew you weren’t telling him the full story.

“Um…”

“Tell me.” His tone and look were stern.

“College…”

“No! Absolutely not! We are not using that!” He exclaimed. “That is money meant to get you through college babe, not to pay bills.”

“Sweets come on. Let me help just this once, please?” you begged. “Just this one time, then I’ll get a job and we won’t have to use my college funds, please.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, hands clasped at your chest.

“I—” he fought for an answer for a moment. “Fine! Just stop looking at me like that.” You laughed and hugged him quickly. “Just this once Y/N, no more.”

***

No matter how much Sweet Pea told himself that none of this mattered because it was all a game, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t good enough for you. Even if this was all fake, he still wasn’t good enough. But you still managed to change his mind sometimes.

“Come on Pea!” You were currently trying to tug him to the pool tables, not even making him budge. “Pleeeeeeaaase?” You pleaded. He caved instantly when he saw your puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, whatever. Fine!”

“Yay!” You pulled him over and grabbed a stick to chalk it. He followed in suit. “Okay, where do we start?” You asked excitedly. For the next hour he taught you how to hold your cue just right and how to make your perfect shot. He loved how happy he could make you. He began to think that maybe this could be real. But he grabbed a beer to sip and realized he was wrong. No, he thought, I’m not good enough for her. I drink, I smoke.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking around you,” he said. You gave him a confused look.

“What? Why?” you asked. “I don’t mind. Plus, I think stoners are kind of hot,” you winked playfully, making him laugh. He never actually smoke cigarettes, just pot.

“I mean yeah. You ate it up from the very start,” he chuckled. Your friends sat at the bar, a good ways away, watching their two best friends flirt and laugh.

“There is no way they aren’t dating!” Toni exclaimed.

“Maybe they’re just hooking up on the down low,” Fangs suggested, sipping his beer.

“No way! They have to be dating.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just watch the way they look at each other Fangs. Or the way they talk to each other. They are both just so happy when the other is around,” She concluded. Fangs shrugged in response, then smiled when he realized she was right. He could see how much love and affection was in your eyes when you looked at Sweet Pea. And he could see how much Sweet Pea reciprocated it.

“Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away,” Fangs admitted. Toni nodded in agreement. Neither one could stop smiling as they watched their two best friends slowly fall deeper and deeper into one another.

I’ll play your game

I know what you want from me

I know what you want from me

You and Sweet Pea had been in the grocery store when you saw them. They stood at the other end of the aisle, not noticing you as you reached for a bottle of olive oil. Sweet Pea followed your gaze and noticed them as well. You gave him a pleading look as they were about to turn around, knowing they’d see you. As much as he was hating this all being fake, he complied.

So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them

Show they your all grown up

As your parents turned around, Sweet Pea slid one hand into your back pocket, using the other to grab the bottle for you. You giggled genuinely when he slid into your pocket, making him chuckle. He through the bottle into the cart and turned you to face him, resting his empty hand on your hip.

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you’re in luck

You ran your fingers through his long hair before tracing his neck tattoo with your finger. Out of the corner of your eye you caught your parents looking.

“I love you Sweet Pea,” you said softly. It was barely loud enough for them to hear, but they did. They turned away and stormed off down the aisle. Laughing, the two of you broke off from each other and continued on with your shopping trip.

It had been an exhausting day for the both of you. After a late dinner, the two of you settled on the couch, eventually finding your self on his chest where you dozed off. Sweet Pea ran his fingers through your soft hair as the movie played. Looking down at you, he couldn’t fight the knot in his chest. Ever since you said you loved him in the store, he’d been thinking. Thinking about how genuine it seemed, how happy you were. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it seemed like you meant it. He wanted to tell you how he felt, so bad it hurt. Wanted to tell you how happy you made him. How much he loved you. How much he wanted to make you feel like the most amazing girl in the world…because to him you were.

“Y/N,” he muttered softly. “Y/N.” He was a bit louder this time. When you didn’t respond, he took it as a sign.

“I love you,” he began. “And if I’m being honest, I have for a long time. It hurts. I just want you to feel the same, and sometimes it seems like you do. I want this to be real, all of it. But I can’t forget that it’s not. That you’re not mine. And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me. You just wanna piss off your parents baby…yeah, piss off your parents. But if I can make you happy, even for a little bit…that’s alright with me.”

You woke up to the Sun shining right in your eyes. Groaning, you rolled over, searching for someone. But he wasn’t there. He never slept in the same bed with you, which you hated. Although, he did let you fall asleep with him on the couch last night, laying on his chest. He must’ve carried me back here. Picking up your phone, you smiled at how it was plugged in, another thing he must’ve done for you.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, surprised. It was already nearly noon, which wasn’t terribly late, but you would’ve thought you’d wake up by now. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you made your way lazily down the hall into the kitchen. Sweet Pea was sat on the couch, already dressed and ready for the day.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” he greeted. You waved at him as you yawned and stretched, a smile on your face. You plopped down onto the couch beside him and snuggled into his side. Out of habit, he wrapped his arm around your frame. The two of you sat in silence, except for whatever football game was on, for a few minutes before he spoke up. “Want some coffee?”

“Yes please,” you replied. He couldn’t hide his smile as he stood up. “I love you so much,” you sighed gratefully as he handed you your coffee.

“No you don’t,” he said sharply. “Don’t say that.”

“Wait—yes I do. What—” you stuttered, searching your head for the right words.

“No you don’t. Now stop it.” He gave you a warning glance. Is he actually mad at me about this? You thought.

“What is your problem?” You looked at him from your side of the couch, confused at how fast his mood changed.

“You’re not allowed to say that you love me. Not here.”

“What the hell do you mean Sweet Pea? I tell you that all the time. I tell everyone that.” He stood up and stormed into the kitchen, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Setting down your cup, you looked up at him from across the room.

I know what you want from me, he thought.

So if you wanna piss off your parents

“Yeah, you can tell your friends that you love me. You can make your parents think you love me to make them mad. I don’t care about that.” He clenched his jaw. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again.

Date me to scare them

“But don’t you ever say it to me again, especially when we are alone.” He paused. You searched his face for answers to what was happening. “This was all just some fake relationship so you could piss off your parents, show them you’re all grown up.

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you’re in luck

“Sweet Pea…” you sighed. “I don’t understand. You agreed to this.” Your voice was becoming harsher as you spoke longer. Frustration was boiling in your stomach.

“Yeah, I did,” he admitted. “But I didn’t think it would be so real.” He stared at you for a moment, eventually looking away.

“What do you mean?” you wanted answers.

“I mean that I—”

“You what Sweet Pea?” You asked gently. You stood up and approached him.

“I love you,” he said. “And I hate that I do.” His voice was cold, his face stony.

“I love you too,” you admitted.

“Stop lying to me!” He snapped.

“I’m not lying to you!” you yelled back, fists clenched. He refused to meet your eyes.

“I know it’s just a phase. You’re not in love with me.”

And I know it’s just a phase, you’re not in love with me.

“Why don’t you believe me?” Your hands shook as tears welled in your eyes.

“Because—” he paused. “This was never supposed to happen. This was all supposed to be an act to make your parents regret leaving you behind. But ever since that first night…I can’t help but hope this is real…somehow.” He looked so vulnerable; guard down, face softened.

“Sweet Pea…” tears slipped down your cheeks. He looked up when he heard you sniffle. “Why do you think I kept this going? Why do you think I didn’t stop playing this game…?... I fell in love you,” a sob broke your words. “so hard.” His heart sunk. Why hadn’t he seen it all along? For months the two of you had been falling for each other and no one knew. Neither one of you knew…

“I—I’m sorry.” In two long strides he was in front of you. He took your face in his hands.

You wanna piss off your parents baby

Piss off your parents

That’s alright

You wanna piss off your parents baby

Piss of your parents

That’s alright with me

And he pressed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, lips molding perfectly into his. It was as if your lips were meant to align, like you were meant to be kissing him, and only him. Butterflies and fireworks ignited in your stomach, bringing heat to your cheeks that he could surely feel as his big hands cupped your face.

The kiss was slow…and gentle. Oh, so gentle. Tears still fell from your eyes and you were sure they were of relief.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you lifted yourself onto your toes. His hands fell to your hips, holding you flush against him. And you kissed for what seemed like hours but was only a few perfect little moments.

He pulled away breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. Smiles of relief and pure joy broke onto both of your faces. A breathy laugh escaped your lips. Your eyes fluttering closed, you moved your hands to his shoulders.

“I knew it had to be real,” Sweet Pea whispered.

“It was always real love.”

“I’ve waited so long for this. I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you two Sweet Pea.”

 The next day, the two of you walked into the Wyrm, hand in hand. Toni and Fangs could tell by the looks on your faces that it was official.

“It’s about damn time,” Toni smiled widely.

“You guys look good together,” Fangs added.

You blushed as Sweet Pea pulled you onto his lap, kissing your temple. You turned just enough to kiss him on the lips. Everyone cheered. Apparently, you were the only two who didn’t see what you had. But finally, after a long wait, both of you knew.

I am so sorry this took so long to write. I have been in a serious writing rut lately, but finally I just hunkered down and wrote this. It took me about the span of a week to write and it is the longest thing I’ve ever written anywhere. I am so in love with it and so proud of how it turned out. I hope you all loved it too. I love you all and thank you for being so patient with me.

Tag list: @madaboutlili @mareenxbr @cassieluci @xhannahxjaynexx @sweetpeas-sweetpea @choke-me-sweet-pea

[spazzbunn]

Katrice’s Flower Crown

The blue furred rabbit was walking over to the park. He was getting his exercise going. Or more likely, he just wanted a good reason to see the Kit Kats and Katrice. He always loved spending time with them. He really cared about them. So he walked into the park to see barely anyone around. It must be due to everyone getting their decorations early. Halloween and Thanksgiving stuff quickly show up since it was very close to the beginning of Fall after all. He walks over as he moves his head around to see if the red panda or the kit kats were here. They probably must have left. That was, until he looked forward to see the red panda and the fox kits being in front of him. They backed up a bit in surprise as they also didn’t pay attention like he did. He gasped slightly but took a quick sigh with a smile. “Oh hey Katr-” His words were stopped instantly. He noticed the flower crown on her head. With the small pink and blue and even yellow roses around the twigs and vines that looked comfortable to wear. His eyes were fixated on how breathtaking she was. “Oh hey Spazzie! What brings you here?” The red panda asked as the rabbit lightly shook his head to get common sense out of him as he was trying so dang hard not to blush. “Oh hey! Just checking to see if you guys were alright. Also wow...you look so different.” He said which got a giggle out of Katrice. “Thank you. My long brown hair does make me look like a princess!” She had long hair that reached down to her shoulders. And what she said was true. She did look like one. Maybe a queen. It didn’t matter, Spazzie was still having love filled eyes. He could have hearts in his pupils right now if he could. Katrice then gasped as she quickly pulled her phone from her pants that were under her long pink, white, and black skirt. “I just realized that I gotta go and call my parents. I gotta make sure that we will be heading to a restaurant for dinner tonight. Mind if you watch the kits for a minute?” With a nod from the rabbit, she thanked him and went off as she started dialing the buttons on her phone. The Kit Kats looked over to Spazzie, who sat down on the bench and felt lovestrucken. Aubrey walks over and sits next to him. She places her ear on his chest as he looks over in confusion. “Uhh. Aubrey, what are you do-” “You heartbeat is off the charts! It feels like you ran a marathon.” Aubrey stated with Alicia then pointing out something. “Your pupils have expanded. It usually happens when you...you-” Alicia speaks up before Amare interrupts. “Fall in love?” said the smore son. “Yeah!” The three said in union as they gasp and have smiles on their faces. “You are in love with Katrice!” The four shouted as Spazzie quickly panics and tries to shush them. He looks over to see Katrice, still on the phone and not paying any attention. “Heh. Sorry.” Alicia said with Spazzie accepting their apologies as he looks over to the lovely red panda. The kits sit next to him. “So...you love her?” Amare spilled the beans as the rabbit sighed and nodded. “Yeah. I do.” He was met with Alicia ‘dawwing’ from the cuteness. She always did love romance. “Well, why not ask her out?” Andre gave an idea to the poor rabbit. “Pfft. I wish it was that easy...Plus...I don’t know. I feel like she would hurt me.” He was then met with gasps from the four. “But Katrice is so sweet and kind!” Aubrey pointed out as she and her siblings listed all of the good deeds she has down for them. Spazzie understood all of them. “I getcha. I really do. I just...I have been hurt too many times. I feel like if I fall in love, and be with Katrice, she would hurt me. Or I wouldn’t be good enough for her. O-or she falls for someone who is better than me! OR-” He was stopped by Alicia who shakes him about to wake him up from his fears. “First off, can I beat up the mammals that hurt you? And secondly, Katrice would never be mean. I feel like she would accept you.” Spazzie chuckled softly. “Firstly. No but thank you. Second off, I do believe you guys. She really is sweet. I just want to be a good boyfriend to her. Someone she can trust with and feel loved.” “To be honest, you do show you care about her.” Amare said with Spazzie looking at him as Alicia goes to her siblings. “I do?” A confused Spazzie said. Amare went on. “Yeah! You helped her with us. Plus she told us you always try to make her laugh. And to keep her smiling.” Aubrey then steps in. “Also don’t forget, you always make sure she never feels bad about herself. She told us that as well.” Spazzie felt a blush of embarrassment as he chuckles softly again. “You do make her happy. So I would say, you really are good to her.” Alicia points out as she went on. “A relationship should be like our mom and dad. Different species yes, they love different things also. But they love each other since they talk to each other. They feel safe to talk deeply about personal things. Mom and dad love spending time with each other also. If you heart is telling you to give Katrice a chance, and if you do get the chance to ask her out, just know that following your heart is what you should do.” Spazzie was kinda stunned by the nature of the kit. “Wow Alicia. I mean, that was pretty good advice.” “Thanks. She told me you did good advice as well, so I tried one.”  Alicia smiled as the rabbit looks over to the red panda still. “I just hope my heart is right on her. I really don’t want to be hurt and broken again.” Spazzie letted out as the kits pat his back. “Just keep being yourself. That is all she would want. Be you, and be the nice bunny that you are to her. Never change.” Andre tells the blue rabbit as he laughs softly and nods. The kits pretty much were there to help the lovestrucken rabbit. Anything to have a good, healthy, and sweet romance bloom like a flower. They pretty much figured he had a crush on her. It was clear as a river. Katrice walks over, putting the phone back in her pants pocket as she walks over to the rabbit and the fox kits. “Welp. I am good for now. Lets get home since your mom and dad might be there.” She tells the Kit Kats as they hop off and join their babysitter. She looks over to the rabbit who gets off the bunch and says his goodbyes to the kits and red panda. “You wanna come with us?” Originally, he planned to go get a game to play late at night. But, he was standing next to someone more important than any video game. “Sure. I can tag along.” The group walked out of the park and into the sidewalks as they were heading home. Having had a pretty fun and good day as the sun was close to going to show the moon. The Kit Kats now had a new idea to do for the time being this Fall and Winter. ‘Operation: Blue and Red Heart’ is a go for the kits. NOTE: This story is actually a semi-sequel I made over almost a year ago!  ALSO NOTE: Katrice Russets belongs to @msitubeatz

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[mikauzoran]

Adrienette Drabble Twenty: Impulse

(Sorry I didn’t realize that I didn’t post this!)

“Plagg?” Adrien called as he returned to his bedroom. “Wanna go for a run? I’ll give you extra cheese.”

His proposal was met with metaphorical chirping crickets.

“Plagg?” Adrien checked under Plagg’s pillow and pulled open the sock drawer. “Plagg?”

With a frown, Adrien sank onto his bed. “Maybe he’s with Dad?”

Gabriel and Plagg has been spending an inordinate amount of time together recently. Adrien was kind of worried that they were becoming friends.

“Guess I’m not going on a run,” Adrien grumbled, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand and texting Gabriel: “Is Plagg with you?”

Within ten seconds, he had a reply: “Yes. Do you need him?”

Adrien contemplated his response. If Adrien said yes, Gabriel would be concerned because he would worry his son was either planning on sneaking out to go run on rooftops or because Adrien needed Plagg to fight an akuma. There hadn’t been any attacks since Gabriel had learned Adrien’s secret identity, so they had yet to deal with the reality that Adrien would sometimes be in danger for the safety of Paris (read as: Marinette).

Adrien sighed exaggeratedly as he typed, “No. Thanks!”

“Nope. Definitely not going for a run right now,” he pouted, staring up at his phone.

He pursed his lips.

His fingers were itching to text Marinette even though he knew it was a bad idea.

He called Nino instead, but Nino didn’t pick up.

With a frustrated growl, Adrien sent Nino a text: “Hey. Just wanted to let you know I got my phone back. Talk to you later!”

Adrien chewed on the inside of his cheek, reminding himself that he had promised Marinette he wouldn’t text her.

“You don’t want to look like a desperate stalker, do you?” his inner voice warned. “You’re lucky you got away with that stunt you pulled today going to the photoshoot.”

With another sigh, Adrien tapped into a prior string of texts between himself and Marinette and read through some of the old messages. While some of the exchanges brought a smile to his face, they simultaneously inspired melancholy as they reminded him of what he had lost, the intimacy he and Marinette had shared that his revelation had ruined.

Adrien dropped the phone on the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. “This sucks.”

He allowed himself a moment to wallow before he grabbed the phone and tried Nino again.

Nino did not pick up.

Adrien rolled over onto his stomach to more efficiently glare down at his screen.

The phone lit up with a text from Nino: “u need me mec”.

Adrien momentarily considered responding, “Yes, I’m bored”, but he knew better. Nino hadn’t answered Adrien’s calls because he was in the middle of something, but he had sent a text to check in, and if Adrien said that he needed Nino, Nino would drop everything and be there for Adrien. Adrien knew better than to abuse the privilege that Nino had given him.

“Nope. Just bored,” Adrien answered. “Thanks!”

“w alya��� Nino lied. “talk later?”

“Later!” Adrien confirmed and then began scrolling down through old text conversations with other friends. The options were fairly limited as there were only seven or eight people whom Adrien texted, and two of those people were Nathalie and Gabriel.

He spotted a brief text exchange with Chloé from May when he’d wished her a happy birthday.

He called her on an impulse, thinking, “Marinette wants me to spend time with other friends? I’ll spend time with other friends.”

“Adri-chou, did you call me by mistake, or did you want something?” Chloé snorted into the receiver as soon as she picked up.

Adrien bit his lip. “Hey, Chlo,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“I’d assumed you’d forgotten that I was alive. I haven’t heard from you in over a month,” she accused.

“Yeah,” Adrien muttered. “Listen, Chloé. I’m really sorry that I dropped off the face of the earth on you. I’ve kind of been going through some things.”

“You mean girlfriends?” she sniffed, sounding personally offended.

Adrien winced. “Yeah. Okay. That’s fair.”

“…What happened?” Chloé inquired, voice softening as the edge came off her resentment. “A couple months ago it seemed like you were imploding, but then you started dating that redhead for a while and were stable again until you broke up with her a month ago, and then you went back to spiraling out of control. And this past week you kept disappearing. Like, even more than usual. What the heck is going on with you?”

Adrien took a deep breath and sighed. “I was in love with someone. I am in love with someone. To an unhealthy degree. I mean, to the point where I can’t be happy without her and whatever she does is fine, even if what she does is rip my beating heart out of my chest and stomp on it. I got a therapist, and she said that, basically, I need to tone it down and live for myself instead of for the girl I love, so…it’s pretty bad.”

“Wait,” Chloé demanded. “We’ll come back to the girl in a minute, but you got a therapist? Since when does your father allow you to see a therapist? Your father loathes therapists. He thinks they’re scam artists. I mean, that’s what he told Daddy when I started seeing my therapist. Are you sneaking out of the house and getting counseling on the sly, or how does that work?” Chloé scoffed incredulously.

“My Dad has actually been changing the past month. He’s really putting an effort into parenting. I told him I was concerned about possibly becoming suicidal and wanted to see somebody to help me get better, and he made it happen. I don’t think his opinions about therapy have changed, but we’ve kind of got our backs up against the wall as far as my mental health goes, so he’s willing to try anything at this point,” Adrien explained.

Chloé silently attempted to digest the information she had been given. “…You’re not actually thinking about killing yourself…are you?” she finally asked in a small, scared voice.

“No. We’re not at that point yet,” Adrien assured. “Well…I mean…okay. So last Saturday was really rough, and I may have briefly thought, ‘She’s never going to be with me, and I’m not able to love anyone else; I’m going to be alone the rest of my life. I’d rather be dead than live like that’, but I wasn’t seriously planning to do anything with that thought, so…”

Adrien fleetingly noted that this was the most honest, deep conversation he’d had with Chloé in years…since they were fifteen and her parents officially divorced. It felt bizarre and yet comfortable. Before Marinette and Alya and Nino, there had been Chloé for the longest time, and it felt good to go back to that familiarity.

“…Who’s this girl that messed you up?” Chloé seethed. “What did she do to you?”

“Nothing,” Adrien stressed. “It’s complicated. She’s liked me for as long as I’ve liked her, but we’ve kind of bungled things over the past four years.”

“—Four years?!” Chloé interrupted. “God! Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“You don’t like her, and I wanted to keep my feelings secret so they didn’t mess up the friendship because I thought she was in love with someone else,” Adrien fibbed, reframing the situation from being in love with Ladybug to being in love with Marinette all along.

“I like her less now,” Chloé hissed. “Keep talking.”

“So, I loved her,” Adrien resumed, “and she loved me, but we didn’t know how the other felt, so…we were a mess. We accidentally hurt each other a lot…but then, four months ago, I decided I needed to get over her. She suggested I date other people casually, not realizing that she was the one I loved, so I tried to do what she said…only I messed it up and only managed to fall even deeper in love with her. So…yeah….”

Adrien threw an arm over his eyes again and sighed. “Last week I told her I loved her, and things blew up. She said once I get my mental health under control and stop worshipping her, maybe we can try dating.”

Chloé pursed her lips and thought very, very hard. “…I’m going to arrange for Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be assassinated.”

“Chloé!” Adrien scolded. “I didn’t say it was Marinette. Please don’t hurt her. She didn’t do anything wrong. She’s not obligated to date me, even if we are destined to end up together. This isn’t her fault.”

“So it is Marinette,” Chloé growled. “The little twit. Seducing you and then playing with you like a yoyo for years. She has some nerve.”

“Please don’t say anything,” Adrien begged. “I’m working really hard to fix things with her. Things might still work out fine. I just have to hang in there and work on getting better so that I’m in good enough shape to be with her.”

“I don’t think I want you with that spazzy, obsessive klepto,” Chloé countered. “Adrien, I know you love her, but she is literally insane. Totally one of those stalker fans. She’s been obsessed with you for years.”

“…Really?” Adrien blinked, sitting up.

“Yes,” Chloé insisted. “I know she puts on that Little Miss Perfect act out in public, but, trust me. I’ve known her since we were little. She’s a walking train wreck.”

“So am I,” Adrien whispered. “…I still want to be with her, even if she isn’t perfect.”

Chloé groaned. “She’s not just not perfect, Adrien. She’s crazy.”

“So am I,” Adrien reiterated.

Chloé threw up her hands, collapsing onto her bed in defeat. “Fine…. Fine. You love her. Whatever. Just be prepared to be disappointed, and make sure she signs a prenup. I’ll hold your hand through the divorce, but you better believe that I’m going to be screaming, ‘I told you so’ the whole time.”

Adrien had to chuckle at that as he got up to lean against his window and look out at the city. “You really think she’ll agree to marry me?”

“Oh my God,” Chloé screeched. “You are hopeless! I can’t do anything with you.”

“I’m glad you still want to try,” Adrien replied softly, regret seeping into his voice. “…It hasn’t just been the past few months that I’ve been MIA on you, Chlo. I think I’ve been slowly drifting away from you for the past few years. I made new friends and fell in love with Marinette, and I didn’t put the effort into making time for you anymore. I’m really sorry for that.”

Chloé shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, stop. No mushy stuff. I don’t do mushy.”

“But I really am sorry for neglecting you,” Adrien whispered. “I know we don’t have as much in common as we used to, but I should have kept working at our friendship. I shouldn’t have given it up so easily.”

“Stooop,” Chloé sighed in frustration.

“I miss you.”

Chloé bit her lip.

His tone was so sweet and tender and full of longing for her. Finally. But too late. She’d loved this boy for so long…. Three years prior, his words would have sent her to the moon. Now…they just made her nostalgic with a touch of wistfulness.

“Yeah,” Chloé sighed. “I miss you too, you dope.”

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Adrien held his breath.

“I’m free. Why?” She could always cancel with Sabrina.

“I want to take you to lunch and then shopping,” Adrien proposed. “It’s been forever since we went shopping.”

“Oooh!” Chloé squealed. “I could definitely go shopping. Let’s take my car. I’ll pick you up at twelve-thirty?”

“Perfect,” Adrien agreed. “I’m excited to see you.”

“Yeah,” Chloé chuckled. “Yeah…I’m excited to see you too.”

They said their goodbyes and rang off.

The euphoric feeling of making up with Chloé and having plans for the next day only lasted a few minutes, however, and then Adrien was back to thoughts of Marinette.

He chewed on his lip as he looked down at his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He paused, his finger hovering over the number for a minute before pushing the button.

“Hey. Wayem? This is Adrien Agreste. How have you been?” Adrien greeted cheerfully and then pulled the phone away from his ear at the enthusiastic reply.

“Good, good. Thanks. So, I was wondering if you were available to grab dinner together one night this week. My treat. I have doctor’s appointments Tuesday and Thursday, but the rest of the week is wide open.”

Adrien arranged to meet with Wayem for dinner on Wednesday, exchanged a few more of the usual pleasantries, and wrapped up the call.

And then it was back to missing Marinette. She’d looked tired at the photoshoot—still ravishing and radiant…but tired. From what little Elise would say, it seemed like Marinette was having a hard time with the situation between herself and Adrien too.

Adrien wanted to call and comfort her. He wanted to suit up and go to her balcony to tell jokes and throw popcorn at one another and try to cheer her up…but his hands were tied. As the source of her torment, he was powerless to help.

And yet his fingers burned to text her.

He scrolled down to the Ts in his contacts and called Kagami instead.

“Adrien Agreste,” she greeted neutrally, on her guard.

“Hi, Kagami. How are you?” Adrien began tentatively.

“I am well. And you?” she inquired perfunctorily.

“I’m…hanging in there,” he replied sheepishly, unwilling to lie despite the fact that he knew she was only asking because she felt obliged to.

“Did you need something, Adrien?” she asked to move the conversation along. Her tone was polite, but Adrien could guess that that was only for the sake of preserving the relationship between their families.

“I need to apologize to you,” Adrien admitted with a sigh.

“A-Apologize?” He’d thrown her off balance. “Whatever for?”

“For disappointing you. I’m sorry if I hurt you, Kagami. I know that probably doesn’t mean much, especially four months after the fact, but I wanted you to know that I am sorry,” Adrien informed penitently.

Kagami didn’t respond right away. “…Thank you,” she eventually mumbled. “I suppose there is that expression ‘better late than never’.”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien repeated. “I haven’t really been myself these past few months. I decided to try to give up on the girl I’ve been in love with for the past few years and kind of ended up having a quarter-life crisis over it. When I was dating all those girls, I was so desperate to try to get rid of my feelings for the girl I love that I wasn’t thinking about how my actions might affect the people who cared about me…. I’m sorry I didn’t consider your feelings, Kagami.”

“…Honestly? I’ve known about your feelings for Marinette Dupain-Cheng for two or three years now,” Kagami sighed. “I don’t know why I kept hanging onto the hope that you’d change your mind…. I’m the one who chose to keep giving you the power to hurt me…. I’m glad that you are sorry that you hurt me, though.”

“I had kind of hoped that maybe we could be friends going forward,” Adrien proposed but then hastily added, “I completely understand if you don’t want to have anything more to do with me than you have to, though.”

Kagami considered silently for a long while before posing a question. “Answer me this. When you were on your serial dating streak, why did you never ask me to go out with you? Am I not pretty enough? Too severe? Boring? Why not me when pretty much anyone else seemed to do?”

Adrien laughed sharply at the ludicrous idea. “Kagami, I respect you too much to casually date you. You’re very attractive, and you’re witty, and I enjoy spending time with you, but I would never fool around with you like that…especially when I know you have genuine feelings for me. I respect you too much to treat your feelings lightly.”

Kagami pursed her lips and breathed deeply. “…That’s…a very good answer. So…the real problem isn’t that there’s something about me that’s lacking. The problem is that you already love Marinette.”

“Yes,” Adrien confirmed.

Kagami hummed thoughtfully. “Obviously, I’m not happy about that fact…but it is a fact I can live with…. Very well. Let’s be friends.”

“Awesome,” Adrien trilled. “Thank you, Kagami. Hey. Monday after school are you free? I feel like it’s been forever since you kicked my butt up and down the piste. Would you be interested?”

“I would be delighted to put you through your paces,” Kagami snickered. “I’m free after six.”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up then. …Maybe afterwards I could take you to dinner?”

“Yes to dinner so long as I pay for myself,” Kagami haggled. “I don’t want there to be any confusion about this friendship; you can pay when dinner is a date.”

“Got it,” Adrien chuckled awkwardly. “I’ll see you then.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Kagami assured.

The call ended with a triple beep.

“Well,” Adrien sighed. “That’s Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday taken care of. Tuesday and Thursday are counseling. That leaves Friday and next weekend for Nino and Alya…and maybe Marinette.”

He shook his head, trying to get that line of thought out.

Maybe he could even do something with Elise or his father and Nathalie after counseling…or take Chat Noir on a date. There were plenty of things to do that were not ‘wallow in self-pity over Marinette’.

“That would make her happy,” he reasoned. “She’d be proud that I’m trying.”

He stared down at his phone, wondering how upset she’d be if he texted her.

With a groan of annoyance and frustration, Adrien marched out of his room in his bare feet and made his way to his father’s atelier.

“Come in,” Gabriel called.

Plagg looked up from where he was comfortably curled atop Gabriel’s shoulder. “Everything all right, Kid?”

Adrien smiled disarmingly as he made his way over to lean against the table, facing his father at the podium. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks. What are you two up to? Plotting to take over the world?”

Plagg snickered but did not comment.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “No, Adrien. We are not plotting world domination…. That was last month. This month we’re attempting to build a time machine. Do try to keep up, Kitten.”

Adrien had to clap a hand over his mouth to hold in the resulting chortle. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, Dad. I like the snark.”

“Glad I could amuse you,” Gabriel chuckled. “…Did you need something, Adrien?”

Adrien held up his mobile as if it were the woman caught in the act of adultery, exposing the phone to ridicule, shame, and judgment.

“This,” Adrien intoned. “needs to be taken away from me. I have a problem, and this phone is enabling me. I need you to take it away before I do something stupid like text or call Marinette.”

Gabriel stepped down from his dais and held out his hand for the phone.

Adrien reluctantly relinquished the device with a sigh. “Thanks. Sorry.”

Gabriel gave Adrien a comforting pat on the head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he assured. “I’m proud of you. It’s very mature of you to identify a problem and take steps to resolve it. You’re doing very well, Adrien.”

“Thank you,” Adrien breathed. “Because I feel like a failure. It’s like I can’t even do simple, common sense things right that everyone else knows how to do instinctively.”

“Nah.” Plagg flew down to rub against Adrien’s cheek. “You’re all right, Kid. You’re doing fine.”

“It’s as Plagg says,” Gabriel confirmed. “…What have you been up to since Elise left?”

Adrien shrugged. “Today—I’m assuming Plagg already told you all about today.”

Gabriel nodded.

Adrien sighed. “Marinette apparently needs more space than I had originally anticipated. Today she said that it might be a couple weeks still before she’s ready to hang out again.” 

Adrien shrank in misery as he relived that moment: the pain on Marinette’s face as she had to keep telling him no. The sharp explosion in his chest as she brought the knife of “no” down over and over.

“Marinette said that I should hang out with other friends instead, and, as you and I determined this afternoon, that means Nino and Alya.”

Gabriel nodded, wondering if there was some way, magical or otherwise, to get Marinette to want to be with Adrien sooner. His better judgment, informed by the stack of parenting guidebooks he’d been reading, told him not to meddle.

“But I was thinking about how you said I should get some more friends,” Adrien continued, oblivious to Gabriel’s mental tangent. “So I called some people and made plans with them for the coming week. I hope that was okay,” Adrien added, suddenly questioning himself. “I knew Nathalie had cleared my schedule for this week besides the counseling appointments, so I thought…”

“No, that’s wonderful, Adrien,” Gabriel stressed. “That’s fantastic that you took the initiative to reach out to people. …With whom did you make plans?”

Adrien brightened a little at the praise. “Well, tomorrow I’m having lunch with Chloé, and then I’m taking her shopping. Monday after school I’m fencing with Kagami, and then we’re going to have dinner together. Wednesday, I’m meeting Wayem for dinner—you remember Wayem?”

Gabriel frowned and made an educated guess. “Your rather enthusiastic fanboy?”

Adrien nodded.

“You’ve been very industrious in making plans,” Gabriel observed.

A sheepish smile broke out on Adrien’s face. “Well, I was trying to keep from calling Marinette, so I called other people.”

Plagg settled on top of Adrien’s head. “You must have been pretty desperate.”

“Yeah?” Adrien bashfully admitted. “That’s kind of why I came to enlist aid.” He turned to his father. “I’ll need that back tomorrow morning, by the way. You know, in case Chloé or someone texts me about plans. And Nino said he would touch base with me too.”

“You can have the phone back at breakfast,” Gabriel promised.

“Okay,” Adrien sighed, not knowing if he’d be able to handle having the phone and not contacting Marinette. “Thank you, Dad.”

Gabriel gave Adrien a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“…And thank you for allowing me to have Elise over today,” Adrien added.

“You’re welcome,” Gabriel replied cordially, pleased that he and his son were finally communicating successfully after so many years of Gabriel feeling at a loss when he spoke with Adrien.

“I had a lot of fun hanging out with her, and she had some really great advice,” Adrien continued. “Unfortunately, she’s an expert at dealing with breakups and self-esteem issues, so…” Adrien bit his lip, hesitating. “…Do you think I could have her over again sometime?”

Gabriel took a moment to consider. “Yes, I don’t see why not. Elise seems like an acceptable friend. I’m glad that things went so well with her today.”

Adrien drew a breath. “Do you think…maybe I could have other friends over sometime?”

“You mean like Monsieur Lahiffe.” Gabriel sighed.

“And others. Once I make more friends.” Adrien smiled uncertainly.

Gabriel frowned. His gut reaction was to say no, but he had a feeling that the parenting guidebooks would encourage him to say yes and allow his eighteen-year-old some autonomy.

Gabriel hated the concept of autonomy.

With another sigh, Gabriel offered a compromise. “We’ll take it on a case-by-case basis. Ask me first, and then I’ll try to say yes.”

“Thank you, Dad!” Adrien cheered as he wrapped Gabriel in a hug.

Gabriel gave a start in surprise at first, but his arms quickly returned the embrace. They were slowly but surely growing accustomed to the action.

“You’re welcome…. I’m trying,” he added in a small, humbled voice.

“Thank you for trying,” Adrien whispered into Gabriel’s shoulder.

“Thank you for giving me another chance.”

[xylianna]

*sips margarita* What are our boys like drunk?

I tend to agree with the notion that booze doesn’t change you, it just lowers your inhibitions and strengthens traits you normally keep a bit more reserved, or similar things.  That’s based on no science at all other than me drinking and noting now I react and why. :D   On to the Drunk Chocobros!

Noctis: I feel bad for this (a little, maybe) but I picture Noct as the Weepy Drunk. He loves everyone.  He loves you, and you, and you, and please give me a hug.  God I love you guys.  And then he falls asleep.

Prompto: Spazzy Drunk, for sure.  Like I’m picture me after the second glass of wine? The way I get when I answer 800 tumblr inbox things like tonight, haha! I think he acts a lot more confident when drunk because its easier to ignore the little whispers of the anxiety sock puppet when you’re three sheets to the wind. Notice I say ‘act’ not ‘is’ because I actually head canon as strong AF. Anxiety/depression/etc doesn’t make you weak.  But I think he can feel intimidated knowing that compared to the other bros, he’s the commoner friend (his sentiment not theirs), so it can be hard to be terribly assertive.

Gladio:  I think just becomes more Gladio?? I mean with him what you see is already what you get.  I could see him being even more snuggly and maybe swearing a bit more, but I also kinda head canon him as the friend who makes sure you get home okay and drink a glass of water and are okay.  Because he’s Gladio. <3  We love Gladio here.  <3 <3

Ignis:  I’m sorry, Iggy. I just keep hurting you in my writing lately, and this ask will be no exception.  In the extremely rare occasion he allows himself to get drunk - let me emphasize, extremely rare - I think he’d be a very quiet drunk who edges into maudlin when he gets supremely trashed.  I mean, I’d like to think that when he’s just buzzed, he gets to giggle and be affectionate and let himself unbend a little.  But fuck, his duty is so graven unto his very soul, I see him going past tipsy fast to that heavy drunk stage where you either try to solve the mysteries of the universe, or reflect on every mistake you’ve ever made, or just end up in a corner alternately sobbing and glaring into your glass.

I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT IF IGGY GETS DRUNK WITH THE BROS THAT IT GOES BETTER THOUGH CAUSE GLADIO CUDDLES AND NOCT HUGS AND PROM SINGS AND DANCES OKAY.

[lacrimosathedark]

Anxious! Like your name! - Chapter 1

Okay, I am dIVING INTO THIS. This is a story I’m working on. It’s my first chaptered fic, but I think it’s going pretty well. In summary, Virgil has panic attacks, but now he doesn’t have to cope alone.

No romantic relationships as of yet (though I can’t resist hinting now and then) but there is/will be LOTS of platonic love.

Warnings: This story has a reoccurring theme of panic attacks, depression, and anxiety, though mostly the process of handling and overcoming it. If that’s too dark for you just please be careful.

Linkage to ao3: here

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Virgil had always kept to himself. He didn’t want to bother the others if they really did care, and if they didn’t why would he want their help anyway?

But after they began to understand and accept him, they reached out. Which is scary for someone who’s been alone for so long, hiding panic attacks and anxiety attacks.

When an attack came, Virgil usually holed himself up in his room, alone. He sat through it, however long it took, on his own.

Until Logan found him.

“Anxiety?” he said, entering the room. “I wish to speak to you about--” He cut himself off as his eyes found the other boy. Virgil was curled up on the ground by his bed, gripping at the headphones over his ears, his hood covering his messy hair, his eyes wide, frantic, and unseeing.

Logan approached slowly and knelt in front of Virgil. He tilted his head in an effort to hear if Virgil had anything playing in his headphones, but they appeared silent.

“Virgil?” he called softly. Virgil twitched, but otherwise still didn’t look at him. Logan fixed his glasses and watched carefully. “Virgil, if you can hear me, I need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that?”

Virgil took a large raspy breath, jarring his throat and triggering a coughing fit.

“Hm,” Logan murmured. He began speaking in smooth, even tones. “Now to level your breathing. I will count for you and you will breathe. One, two, three, four.” Virgil inhaled. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.” He held his breath. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” He breathed out shakily. Logan continued to count as Virgil’s breath began to slow and even out. Virgil looked up at Logan. His eyes were still hazy, but they clearly focused on Logan.

“Well done, Virgil,” Logan said. “Now, can you tell me, what are five things you can see?” Virgil’s lip quivered, as if he wanted to speak but had forgotten how. “If you are as of yet incapable of speech, do as I ask in your mind and nod when you are done. Is that a satisfactory compromise?” Virgil nodded jerkily. “Excellent. Five things you can see.”

Virgil’s eyes whipped around the room, and Logan counted for him again. After his eyes were less spazzy with panicked energy, he looked around. He saw the clock on his wall, turning backwards. He saw the MCR poster hanging on his door. He saw his laptop toppled over off to his side. He saw the dark walls of his room. He saw Logan. Slowly, he nodded.

“Good,” Logan said. “Breathe,” he urged, counting once through the exercise. “Now, four things you can feel.”

Virgil looked down. He felt his headphones over his ears. He felt his sleeves covering his wrists as he dropped his hands into his lap. He felt his bangs brushing over his forehead. After a minute of silence, he felt warm fingers dust the back of his hand. He looked at Logan in surprise, who looked back calmly and evenly, unmoving and analytical. Hesitantly, Virgil turned his hand to grasp Logan’s. Logan let him.

As Virgil nodded, Logan again led him through breathing. “What are three things that you can hear?”

Virgil gulped shakily. “M-my breathing…” he said roughly. “The wind outside...you.”

“Very good,” Logan responded, sounding relieved. This time Virgil went through the breathing without prodding. “Two things you can smell?”

Virgil took another deep breath. “The...dead flowers.” He nodded to a vase of a few shrivelled flowers. Logan took note to double check what they were and whom they were from before leaving. Likely Roman, but it could also be Patton. They seemed to light to be Virgil's choice himself. “And you,” Virgil continued. “You smell like...like old books and cleaning chemicals.”

Logan nodded. “Can you taste anything?”

Virgil hesitated. “...Blood,” he mumbled. “I...bit my lip.”

Logan glanced at Virgil’s lip, made aware of the tooth-shaped gash in it. Nothing serious, he would be fine with time and lip balm. He examined him, and Virgil’s eyes looked much clearer and his respiration was rhythmically spaced. Logan was content with this progress.

“Are you more stable now?” he asked. Virgil looked down, his bangs obstructing Logan’s view of his eyes, pushing his headphones off his ears.

“Yeah...sorry about that,” he grumbled.

“You have no need to be,” Logan said. “This is very much normal, especially for those with heightened anxiety. Seeing as you are the source and embodiment of Thomas’ heightened anxiety, it makes sense.”

Virgil squirmed uncomfortably. “Thanks…”

“It’s no trouble,” Logan assured. “Does this happen often?”

Virgil didn’t respond.

“Anxiety?”

“...”

“Virgil, how often does this occur?” Logan asked more forcefully, but still remaining calm.

Virgil huffed. “It’s no big deal. I dealt with it before.”

Logan frowned. “Well, as adept as you are at concealing your emotions, that is not healthy for you or Thomas.” He squeezed Virgil’s hand in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. “It is not weakness or inconvenience to request assistance for something so troubling.”

Virgil curled into himself and tried to pull his hand away. Logan allowed it. He wasn’t particularly fond of physical contact, and if it was no longer comforting, it was better to release him rather than make things worse.

“It’s my problem.”

“It’s our problem,” Logan insisted. “I am helping you now, and am more than willing to do so in the future.”

“But--”

“I am offering because I choose to do so, not out of some false obligation,” he said sternly. Reluctantly, Virgil sighed in seeming defeat.

“Okay...okay, fine.” He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. He looked much more himself, at a more reasonable level of anxiety. “How’d you know what to do anyway?”

“Considering some of Thomas’ friends and a number of his fans experience and suffer from panic attacks, it is good information to have, in the event we should have need of it.” Logan smiled. “I’m glad my knowledge could be of use to you.”

Virgil cleared his throat, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Okay, well, I’m done, enough will the chick flick moment, Pocket Protector. I know feelings aren’t your thing.” He tugged at his sleeve. “Could you...like…”

After a moment of waiting, Logan urged, “...Yes?”

“...not tell the others?”

Logan's brow furrowed. “That seems counterintuitive. I am certain that they would--”

“No, I don’t care,” Virgil interrupted. “It’s stupid and embarrassing and I can deal with it. I don’t want to bug them; Patton will worry too much and Roman could make fun of me for it.”

Logan pause, then said thoughtfully, “I will not lie, should they for some reason inquire.” He held up his hand as Virgil opened his mouth to protest. “However, I will not openly divulge that which you wish to keep to yourself.” Virgil sighed and nodded. “Only given one condition.”

Virgil immediately tensed again and looked at Logan defensively. “What do you want?”

“Should this happen again, allow me to help you,” Logan said. “Summon me or text me should you feel an attack coming on, so I can ease your trouble. If you don’t want the others help, accept mine.” He held out his hand in offering. “Deal?”

Virgil looked at Logan’s hand and frowned. “This sounds like blackmail.” Logan only shrugged. Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fine. Deal,” he said, taking Logan’s hand.

That was far from the last time Logan helped Virgil through a panic attack.

[fairylightsandthings]

Snowy Days & Silent Nights Ch 1

Notes: Hey guys! I officially have chapter one for you! I’ve been writing it all day, and i hope you enjoy! - Also I LOVE describing people from different points of view. I will probably describe all the Losers in a different point of view over time.

Pairing: Reddie(Main) with splashes of Benverly, Stan/Bill(I can’t remember this ship name xD), and Mike/OC

Warnings: None, it’s just generally fluff, and set up for more fluff!

Length: NO IDEA. My word didn’t give me how much I wrote(But it’s longer than my intro!)

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December 12th

It had been snowing for the last 7 days straight, and Richie couldn't take his eyes off of Eddie. The snow had closed the school, much to the happiness of the 7 (8 including little Georgie) teenagers who were spending their day playing in the snow. They built forts, benches, castles, angels and snowmen over the course of the morning. Richie and Bev were sitting on one of the benches sharing a cigarette, and the redhead couldn't help but notice Richie was distracted. "Richie? RICH!" She waved her hand in front of his face, as the cigarette dropped from his mouth. "Oh shit! Sorry Bev." He scrambled to grab it before it hit the snow, but no luck as it fizzled out in the wet white ground. As he sat back ruffling his curly hair with a heavy sigh, before a smirk crossed his face. "It's wet and white, it put out a fire.. Just like Eddie's mom!" He snorted, before falling backward as a rather large snowball knocked him off the bench. "Beep Beep Trashmouth!" The smaller boy shouted, before he went back to playing with Georgie in the snow. Richie smirked as he stood up, brushing off the snow, his eyes on Eddie before he looked at Beverly again. "You have got it bad, Rich." Bev shook her head, before giggling when Ben kissed her cheek, and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Richie has what?" Ben raised an eyebrow. "A S- staph In-Infection?" Bill smirked, although his gaze was on Stan who was standing under the only small strip of sunlight peaking through the clouds. Richie had to say, Stan was gorgeous as the sunlight brought out so many different colors in his curls, different blondes, reds, golds, even some odd silvery strands. The way his baby blue Hanukkah sweater (A gift from Bill for the coming holiday) fit him perfectly, the color brought out his eyes. It was easy to see why Bill fell in love with him. Richie noticed alot about his friends, even if they didn't know it. Especially as he talked away (Even with this internal monologue he was talking away, and made one to many 'your mom' jokes.) , The conversations flowing with ease passed the time way too fast. Before any of them knew it, the sun was starting to set in the trees. Beverly and Ben left first, they had a date night planned tonight, and they were in lovey mode. Bill, Stan and Georgie walked off next. Stan and Bill holding hands as they walked Georgie home for the night. Most likely to watch movies and play games, a kind of date night for them. Richie had his arm slung around Eddie as they waved goodbye to Mike (My son who we'll see more in the later chapters). "Hey Chee?" Eddie smiled that smile, causing Richie's heart to race. "Yes my Spageds?" Richie laughed as Eddie scowled, which earned him a smack from the smaller boy.  "I WAS gonna ask if you wanted to come over for some hot cocoa... But I'm rethinking that!" Eddie crossed his arms as he looked at Richie, the beautiful, somewhat spazzy boy's heart was thumping out of control. "Hey! As long as your mom is there!" Richie smirked then almost fell to the side as Eddie pushed him with a disgusted look. "Beep Beep Richie!" As Richie just laughed and wound his arm around Eddie's waist as they walked to the house they knew by heart. The moon hanging overhead, illuminating the snow along their path. Eddie kept his gaze on Richie the entire walk home. Richie was stunning, the way his untamed curls framed his face, his dorky coke bottle glasses drawing attention to his breathtaking eyes. The freckles that splattered like shooting stars across his nose, and his always pink cheeks. The way his full lips moved whenever he spoke.. And today, the way he laughed.. The snow dancing on his curls, and speckled in his eyelashes.. He was.. So much.. And Eddie Kaspbrak was in love. But how would he tell him? Could he tell him? For now, they would drink cocoa and laugh at stupid jokes until they fell asleep, wrapped up in blankets beside each other.

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