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poppyandzena · 1 month

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I've noticed you mentioning that many creators have covered the P&Z stuff, and that many have gotten the details wrong. What would *you* recommend creators focus on? Is there a specific order of events you'd recommend? For context, I'm a trans man in the creator space. Relatively small, but I also have BPD (and many other things) and am polyamorous and I hate how Poppy is playing into all the negative stereotypes. I want to help. Especially because one of Poppy's victims was a very close friend of mine. I'm currently working on a video essay script about the situation. If you, or anyone else wants to reach out, I'd greatly appreciate it, but I'm well aware that everyone's spoons are lacking right now so no pressure.

The main problem is a lack of organization. Many creators think they can gloss over an introduction and then dive into the docs, and most of the misinformation is in that expositional intro. But when you do that, you make yourself and the situation as a whole look less credible.

And, frankly, covering everything Poppy and Zena have done in a single stream will contribute to this unless you are especially dedicated. Luxander spent a LOT of time asking for clarification and organizing its points so that their arguments made sense.

Here's some facts I've noticed streamers get wrong, at least when they first cover it. I'll list them so creators have a cheat sheet:

Poppy is an AMAB transgender woman who has recently undergone bottom surgery. The bottom surgery is important to note as Poppy regards intercourse with Noeh as "her first time." This is her having vaginal intercourse for the first time, which is something she places value in regards to her trans experience. Poppy has used this as emotional leverage to paint Noehflake as a malicious person who took her virginity and left.

The entirety of the relationship with Noehflake lasted approximately four months and ended in late December 2023. Poppy wanted Noehflake to move in with her either at or a little under the two month mark. I find this extremely important as it highlights how quickly Poppy tries to enmesh herself into people's lives. I personally think its a combination of typical BPD attatchment issues and lovebombing to speed up the process and "skip steps," something Poppy ironically has called out in other people.

Poppy is NOT Spawn (her kid's) biological parent. Poppy was present since Spawn was in utero and took up the role of their father before she transitioned. Spawn's mother died in a horse riding accident at around age 3/4, during which Poppy became their sole caretaker.

PLEASE stop headlining your videos with "child abuse." It's inaccurate. As much as I do not like PZ, we have to be correct with how we criticize them. Spawn was not a minor during the time the abuse ocurred. Spawn has also stated PZ have NEVER sexually abused them and that their childhood was relatively fine before Zena arrived. Please stick to what was alleged. Call it "parental abuse" to be accurate, please. Child abuse brings to mind a minor being harmed which is not accurate to this situation.

Spawn was NOT coined by Poppy. That's the name Spawn gave themselves so their privacy would be respected, something Poppy purposefully violates online to endager them.

Spawn is a 24 year old they/them nonbinary person with POTS, which severely impacts their cardiovascular system and makes labor and even basic tasks difficult. Around 2022 when the brunt of the abuse ocurred, Spawn was around 5ft and 80lbs. They claim a doctor cleared them of health issues in relation to being 80lbs and that it wasn't a weight Poppy and Zena starved them to. I personally find issue with a 5ft person being 80lbs in general and believe it was a contributing factor to their chronic pain, but I do not believe they were at a higher weight and PZ starved them TO that point. I believe they were naturally lithe, but that PZ did absolutely nothing to help manage Spawn's weight as the crux of their abuse was food restriction. According to Spawn, their weight has steadily increased as they've gotten older which I can relate to. Being at that weight puts stress on your body, but to add POTS on top of it significantly disables you.

Spawn has autism and a dissociative disorder, the latter of which Poppy has gaslit Spawn into underplaying in spite of a mental health professional agreeing with Spawn. (This is in the Spawn doc) This disorder is OSDD-1B which Spawn met the criteria for (fact checked with Spawn), which is a disorder that is often obtained through significant, persistent, or otherwise intense trauma. This is ESPECIALLY concerning to me as someone who has researched DID and the sister disorders since I was 15. I have a space in my heart reserved for those people as DID is one of the most misunderstood and culturally manipulated disorders since it's "debut" with the book Sybil. I digress, but the fact that Poppy refuses to see eye to eye with Spawns dissociative disorder despite allegedly having one herself is concerning.

Poppy alleges she was diagnosed with OSDD, Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder. I myself have actually made the mistake of saying she has DID. The two are different, but under the same umbrella. OSDD is sort of the "misc." option when you don't meet the full critera of DID and you don't qualify for psychotic disorders. I actually believe OSDD is more prevalent than classic DID due to the fact that disorders are spectrum-based and can be highly specific to the person if they are traumagenic. People with OSDD tend to have alters like DID, but there is a distinct lack of amnesia between alters and a lack of amnesia blackouts. These people will still dissociate to a degree that counts as a disorder. I have known people with OSDD and it is very real and oftentimes painful, coming to terms with the fact that you've been so traumatized that it necessitates dissociating from reality. It is not fun at its core and I do not wish that on anyone, but it doesn't mean these people aren't valid if they embrace or highlight the positive aspects of their condition to cope.

What makes me sussy-wussy is Poppy's insistence as a "professional" to conflate OSDD/DID with Tulpamancy, the former being traumagenic and the latter being pseudo-spiritual. The topic of endogenic vs. traumagenic alters is one I do NOT want to debate here. I will say I dont appreciate when she combines medically recognized disorders with spirituality, as doing so can contribute to misinformation that we ALREADY have to deal with. If you believe in tulpamancy, I won't argue with you, but you have to be precise in the language you use as to not spread misinfo. Sometimes people have traumagenic disorders that they frame with a spiritual lense, which I can respect, but please be mindful when comparing your experience with others. That's all I ask.

Noehflake, Hayleigh, is a transgender woman who also has a dissociative disorder with at least one alter. In the docs, this alter is referred to as "Max." That is not their current name and I do not feel comfortable airing it out. Hayleigh is not a separate alter to "Noehflake." Hayleigh is simply Noehflake's name. Their experience is not fun and Max has to intervene in especially stressful situations. Hayleigh dissociates, and you can tell in her dedicated doc just how much Poppy and Zena disregard her pain and push her into dissociating more.

Also if I have to hear someone pronounce Noehflake as "Noh-ee-flake" I'm going to eat my fucking hands. It's nitpicky but it's aggravating to listen to over and over. It's pronounced "Noh-flake." Like snowflake. I've made the mistake of pronouncing it as "No-ah-flake." Just saying "Noh" is fine.

Zena is an AFAB transmasc person with agender qualities that goes by they/them, though I have heard they have given the "she/her pass" to close people. Stick with they/them, out of basic respect and to prevent confusion. Zena is significantly younger than Poppy, to the point where an anon pointed out they have less than a decade difference in age from Poppy's child. I can't believe I have to specify this, but Zena is NOT the biological father/mother of Poppy's child. I heard that in one of the worst videos covering this topic and I had to leave out of pure frustration.

Dormiyu is the asexual victim that Poppy and Zena brought to their house. Dormiyu uses it/its pronouns. Poppy wants you to think there was only one instance where Poppy walked out in her underwear to get clothes and Dormiyu freaked out. There were two instances. One was when she was in her set of underwear and Dormiyu looked away, to which Poppy chided it for its "asexual bullshit." The second incident involved Dormiyu being in her office. Poppy entered the office with her bare breasts out and sat in front of Dormiyu to get it to notice her. This, obviously, made Dormiyu very uncomfortable, to which Poppy argued that they "were just tits." I don't have to go into fine detail as to why showing your bare breasts to a guest in your home is inappropriate, especially when the guest does not have the transportation to leave your house. Poppy has since blackmailed Dormiyu into deleting everything as it is an immigrant and her delving into its personal life on stream would not only put Dormiyu at risk of doxxing, but at risk of deportation. You will find the archive of Dormiyu's testimony in my masterlist.

This is especially important to highlight. Poppy admitted in a video to "reproducing" CSA onto a family member. To others, this may seem like a smoking gun. Unfortunately, this is a case I cannot in good conscience speculate on. I can't. One, we ONLY have Poppy's vague testimony on camera. Any surrounding info is secondhand. Second, we do not know if this victim wants their story told by us. I'm not sure they even know who we are. I cannot perpetuate what is essentially a ghost of an accusation when I do not know if the victim is even comfortable having that public. All I can say is that I do not trust Poppy. We have so much more tangible evidence to prove Poppy is all-around abusive, and I will stick to what has been substantiated.

Thank you for listening to me. I know this is a lot and some of it seems pedantic, but I care a lot about how we cover this.

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biblicallyaccuratefour · 5 months

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Rant post: The Neobix drama.

…. Jesus fucking Christ… We have a lot to unpack here. Good day/evening, lads, lassies, fellow letter mafiosos and attack helicopters, this is a rant post on the Neobix drama. I have noticed this shit going on, on Tumblr, and I decided to speak the fuck up, as I have an online voice, and I don’t want my fellow letter mafiosos to deal with bullshit like this. (Apologies for taking a while to finish this, as I had a bit of issues with sorting out the evidence. All of the chats are screenshotted, with the consent of the users.)

So, major disclaimer: The topics that will be covered in this rant will be about stalking, harassment, manipulation, gas lighting, theft of accounts, suicide/suicide threats, and other dark topics. If you are sensitive/or uncomfortable with these topics, please click off and view something else. This post is to bring awareness to the Neobix drama. Please don’t go harassing anyone, as one, I don’t allow this kind of thing, two, harassment is against the Tumblr policy, and three, I don’t want anyone to go down at Neo’s level.

So, where do we begin? Well, we start with Rubix, the person who will be copied by Neo. Rubix was on their social media, when Neo found out about their character and asked them if he could make a mini account. Rubix agreed, and left it at that. Later on, they’ve found out that they couldn’t go on Tumblr or Wattpad, into their account. It was at that, when Neo has pretty much stolen the account. After the actions Neo made, it had ruined Rubix’s reputation, and Neo is now quote-unquote, “insane”. Rubix and Neo were friends. Neo was described as a chill, and sweet person. The personality Neo formerly had would grab the attention of Mocha, Moon, Blaire and other bloggers. Mocha and Neo became friends, and this is where the shit starts to hit the fan, and that Neo’s true colours would show.

During the relationship, Bezel (who is deceased), had supposedly created the ship between Neo and Mocha (Rubcha). The pairing was toxic and “cringy”, and Mocha has a partner (Moon), during the time. Then, Neo called Moon shit, made a divorce fanfic of Mocha and Moon and has written complete brainrot fanfics the Rubcha ship. Mocha decided to ignore him. When Neo had realised he “fucked up” he went to apologise to xer on Tumblr and xe wanted some time to think things over (As Mocha should.) However, Neo was having none of it, and had demanded forgiveness, harassed and badmouthed Mocha to try and get his way. His hate and obsessive behaviour towards Mocha are unjust. Then, he started to become more aggressive, as his ego becomes damaged. He becomes friends with users like Galaxy, Kodu, Rose, and then he uses them for sympathy and becomes a straight-up asshat whenever he doesn’t get his way. He would often use his home situation as an excuse to justify his toxic behaviour (which I think is not a cash money move, especially when it's repeated and deliberate.) Some users try to help Neo and offer him advice, with Neo becoming defensive and aggressive in return. It would be like this over a period of time, and this is still ongoing.

He then gets into a “platonic relationship” with Rose Jelly, a mutual of mine. He has stated that he hated online daters and the like, but the fact that he had engaged in a relationship with Rose is hypocritical. Because of his obsession over Mocha, he ignores Rose. I had informed Rose of this, and I'd say she was shocked by the information.

You don’t need to look far into his blog to find things that are just outright distasteful. For example, on his blog intro, he proceeds to write a mash-up/cover song about Mocha and what xe supposedly did. Note that Mocha had never harassed Neo and Neo was never harassed before. Another example is his blog name. “Insane”. Talk about self-centered, am I right?

He, of course becomes casual about Bezel’s death, even though Bezel is Rubix’s brother. I personally find that disgusting, as I have an older brother I wouldn’t trade for the world. If someone had made fun of my brother, I would personally go ballistic. Not only that, it’s also extremely disrespectful to even mock a person’s death.

Let’s discuss the “hallucinations” posts, shall we? The hallucinations post was only a small shits and giggles thing, with Galaxy using her inbox to mess with herself and do funny shenanigans. It was fun and all (even though I never really understood it), until it progresses, with Neo joining in. Neo proceeds to spew out weird shit, raving on about the harassments and the drama, practically confessing to all of it. Not only that, but he used Rubix’s hallucinations and claims them as his own (Note that Rubix’s hallucinations are a result of trauma). Upon reading them, it is apparent to see who Neo truly was.

That’s not the only thing that’s gross, oh no. Neo then threatens suicide multiple times, telling users that “he’ll find a knife and a gun”. He also had made a death threat against Mocha, and xer mutuals, translated from Morse code. The code reads; “THAT WAS NOT THE END. I WILL RETURN. I WILL GET MY REVENGE. WE WILL TAKE BACK WHAT IS OURS. DON'T THINK THAT WE WON'T COME AGAIN. TRUST ME. THIS IS GONNA END. FOR YOU. DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER. WE WILL RETURN.THIS ENDS FOR US ALL. YOU ALL WILL DIE. LIKE THE REST OF YOUR STUPID FRIENDS. AND DON'T WORRY WE HAVE RUBIX. YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING. JUST GIVE UP. THIS IS THE END. I WILL RETURN. EVERYTHING WE BE SHAKEN TO ITS CORE. SUN AND MOON WILL DIM AND WANE IN. SWORDS AND SHIELDS WILL RUST AWAY. OUR LEGENDS WILL BE SLAIN. I WILL RETURN MOCHA. YOU AND YOUR SILLY FRIENDS WILL PAY.” It’s pretty horrific.

Then, we reach the climax of the drama, when Neo threatens suicide again. Multiple users are pretty much sick of his shit (with good reason), and Neo shifts the blame onto Bezel, who, keep in mind, is DECEASED. It just angers me how little regard he has for everyone else, as he tries to sweep the eggshells under the bed (and failing miserably).

My main takeaway from this shit is that Neobix is self-centered, a stalker, manipulative and is just a terrible person. Looking from the evidence, I notice that Neo is exhibiting signs of sociopathy. Let me explain. Neo has no sense of right or wrong, as he casually says that Bezel is dead. He is clearly manipulative and he uses his former personality to get his way. He has little, to no regard for people’s feelings and he is extremely disrespectful. It also seems like he has himself a complex, and he is extremely opinionated, calling online relationships disgusting (should’ve kept that shit to yourself, mate). He also has disregard for rules, as he harasses people and he constantly threatens suicide, which is clearly against the Tumblr policies. I am no professional, but I have done my research in psychology.

Neobix, if you happen to read this, then get off the internet. Go touch some grass, hug a tree, and GROW THE FUCK UP. You’re a teenager, just like some of us, myself included. You should act like one and learn to take responsibility over your own actions. I would punt you into the sun for you mocking the death of Rubix’s brother and suicide-baiting.

A lot of us have mental illness. If you want to come on my blog, just to hate me, go ahead. It just only proves mine, and everyone else’s point. You need to see a therapist, and get off social media, ya bum. At the end of the day, there are real people behind the screens and blogs. It's just awful that people like this exist on the internet, and on social media platforms.

(Note: As of editing this, I have been informed that Neobix deleted his account, however, it is uncertain if he'll make a resurgence. If so, then report him and block him.)

To everyone else in the drama or reading this, thank you for reading this rant. Remember to stay determined and to drink plenty of water. -ω-)👍

(Evidence under the cut)

The evidence will be comprised in folders in One Drive. If you don't have a Microsoft account, I'd advise you make one beforehand.

Mocha's Testimony - @mochablogger

Rubix's testimony - @rubixisanidi0t

Bin's testimony - @trashbins-stuff

Kodu's testimony - @koduflower2000

Galaxy's testimony - @galaxy-brushs-posts

Rose's testimony - @rosejelly1244

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lifeofamarauder · 2 years

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The Dark Prince 1

Mattheo Riddle x Odette

Part 1 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,313 words

I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

Intro: I had a few quiet first years at Hogwarts. I explored the castle, read books in the library, and even brought a black cat to join me my in fourth year. It was all so quiet and nice. Until he came along.

I'm officially fifteen.

I'm officially fifteen and I have planned absolutely nothing for today. If my mum were here she would be scolding me about not having planned some grand party in the astronomy tower or at the very least invited my friends to Hogsmeade then getting drunk off of butterbeer and pumpkin ale. I couldn't tell her how impossible this was seeing as the only person who knew and cared about my birthday was Luna, a fourth year who would join me and jinx (my adorable kitten I brought with me last year) reading together or playing wizards chess. I also could never tell her how horrible I was at wizards chess and that miss Luna Lovegood beat me every time. I value my life too much for that, though I don't mind either of these things myself. But I am truly the antithesis of her.

My mother is a kind woman, as long as you are one of her party guests or my older brother, Silas. Two years older than me and more perfect than any other Ravenclaw Purebred around, Silas may as well be a Prince according to my mother. He even became Prefect this year. We're all so very thrilled (or so I'm told).

But today, I get to do whatever I want, and I don't need to tell anyone else about it. Today is the one day of the year I can be completely selfish and introverted. I only take this one day to myself, as my mother and my brother take control of my other 364.

I pet Jinx and move her off my chest before I set out some toys for her to entertain herself while I'm gone. Even though I know she will just end up sitting at the window watching ravens fly by the tower, I want to make sure she has anything she might need. I've never met a more spoiled cat and honestly? She deserves it.

I manage to make it all the way to the library without running in to Silas or his Quidditch buddies who would immediately notify him about my whereabouts. I'll count that as my first birthday gift of the day. I'm all prepared to sit in my favorite nook debating for around 30 minutes over which book to read first (I brought 3 just in case) when I notice someone in my spot.

Now, I didn't pick this spot my first year for its comfortable sitting or bright lighting, I picked it solely for it's purpose that it would be the very last place someone else would try to sit.

If this were any other day, I would walk away and decide to read in the astronomy tower or the empty corridor by the DADA classroom, which will most certainly be empty on a Saturday, but today is MY day. So I suck it up and decide to ask him to kindly leave him. I stand there awkwardly looking at his back and impulsively choose to poke him to get his attention.

His dark eyes immediately look up and I take a moment to fully look at his face now. He has a scar forming on his nose and another on his cheek that looks like it's been there a few years now. My breath catches when we make eye contact and I'm struck by how dark and deep his eyes are as they bore into mine.

I realize I'd been standing there staring at him for longer than I should, and shake my head a little to clear my thoughts before I force myself to continue.

"Can you move?"

Smooth.

He just keeps staring at me, his dark curls falling in his face, so I gather what's left of my courage and force out another sentence, slightly stronger this time.

"I need this seat. Can you please move to somewhere else?"

He, again, doesn't say anything, but this time his eyes darken slightly and he has the faintest hint of a smile.

I force myself not to smile back but unfortunately I cannot hide the blush escaping. I open my mouth to elaborate once more when he finally says something.

"What's your name Princess?"

I'm taken aback by the unexpected pet name. Princess? I just met this guys and he thinks its ok to call me Princess? He just keeps sitting in my seat, not acknowledging my request and SMIRKING at me. My desire to smile at him is gone, now taken over by annoyance. Who does he think he is?

"Apologies your highness, you must not have heard me. Honestly." I roll my eyes to give full effect of my annoyance. "I just want-"

"I mean I'm more than happy to keep calling you 'Princess', Princess, I just thought your name might be more favorable to you." he interrupts me while turning back to his book. And wouldn't you know, he's STILL smirking. I'm starting to lose it.

"You most certainly may not keep calling me Princess, my name is Odette and it's my birthday and all I want for this one day is to read in my spot where no one will bother me and maybe if I'm feeling adventurous I'll steal some hot chocolate up to my room and read THERE until I fall asleep and have to wake up and then once again do everything else for everyone else until I can't take it anymore!!!"

I realized my voice was rising and I had begun gesturing quite frantically but I kept eye contact with him. A small win. His smirk was still there, but this time his mouth was more agape and he looked like he was slightly shocked by my sudden outburst. And maybe impressed? I can't tell. I'm too shocked myself at my outburst that I can barely register anything else. I take deep breaths and try to calm my heart.

He slowly closes his book and stands up. I hide my head in embarrassment until I see his feet come almost in contact with mine as he backs me up into the bookshelf. My eyes shoot up and lock instantly with his which does nothing to calm my heart. I swear his face gets closer and I can feel his breath tickling my face but I'm unable to look away. He pulls in close to my ear and whispers, "My name's Mattheo but by all means, please keep calling me 'your highness'."

He pulls back only slightly to look at me, my face flaming by this point. The corners of his mouth lift up once more and he looks down to where I'm clutching my books in my hands. His hand reaches out and I think maybe he's coming in closer and I instinctively flutter my eyes closed. Instead, I feel one of the three books I'd long forgotten being pulled out of my hands. Mattheo steps slightly away from me, making the space he left suddenly feel cold.

He inspects the cover and looks back up at me before simply saying, "This is one of my favorites." He sets the book down on our table and he starts to walk off. I shake my head once more trying to clear it of whatever just happened.

"Happy birthday, Princess!" he calls over his shoulder.

I begin to call after him, feigning annoyance, to say that is not my name once more but he's already vanished.

I look back to the spot I just won back expecting to feel more victorious, though it suddenly looks much less enticing then it did minutes ago.

I sit down across from the book he laid on the table and attempt to pick through the two that he didn't touch but I tell myself I'm only curious as I pick through the one he claimed was his favorite.

I become fully immersed in the story and fail to notice the jealous eyes that had been peaking out at me from behind the shelves.

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har-rison-s · 7 months

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your good will: 36

quality alone time

a/n: well hello guys.... if anyone's still here that is... it's been more than a year. sorry, BUT!! i am back with this series. i'm moving away from my home country in november, so i wanna get on with this story until i move. that's not to say i'll stop writing when i'm there - no, no. but since mine and maggie's stories sorta go in parallel right now (minus the very hot bf), i figured it'd be easier to write these things. mainly, really, i write for one person - myself. sawrry, but it's true! this is my story, my fantasies, whatever yk. writing this story makes me feel less alone, and right now i feel more in love with steve than ever. so i hope you enjoy this chapter and a few new ones to come. it's so hard to write a happy healthy couple because i have no idea what it's like, i don't know if this is even right and isn't too cringey. but i also know i'd be the best girlfriend ever i want steve as my bf. I will not accept anything else. have you seen the gifs of steve & jonathan the writers have posted on twitter? kinda losing my mind laughing at them. also happy spooky season! and happy reading, as always :)

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word count: 6.6k

characters in this chapter: steve harrington, maggie byers (oc), robin buckley, the party

warnings: fluff, smut, p in v (they're not animals, tho, but keep in mind that young adults and teens tend to have crazier hormones than the regular person)

gif credit goes to owner! pretty princess...

“Awh, it's our song,” Steve says, getting up off the couch and pulling Maggie up with him, “dance with me.” He tells her in a whisper, and Maggie blushes, and knows she has no choice but to find her feet on the living room make-shift dance floor, agreeing to his plea. Steve holding her hands, looking into her eyes, Maggie blushes even more and lets a smile crawl onto her features. She looks at the screen of his TV. The intro of Speedwagon's “Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore” plays strongly from the speakers, and Maggie looks up at Steve.

Suddenly she realizes that Steve's making them dance alone together in front of Robin and the kids, an audience, and she feels very self-conscious. She moves closer to him, melting into his hold of arms around her and body reaching close. Just like that, Steve makes Maggie feel like they're the only two people in the world. With their song.

“I can't fight this feeling any longer,” Steve sings along to it in Maggie's ear, “and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow,” Maggie smiles warmly into his chest, her forehead resting against him, “what started out as friendship has grown stronger,” Steve lifts Maggie's chin so she'd look up at him, and she giggles at Steve's raised eyebrows and amused looks on his face. Well, she couldn't really count it as friendship - what their relationship started out on - it could be called ‘acquaintances in dangerous situations who decided to hang out just before christmas but it was clear from the first hang out that between them was already more than friendship’, and that's part of the reason she finds this all amusing. Her patching his beat-up face up was what kicked the whole thing off, really, “I only wish I had the strength to let it show.” Steve caresses her cheek and kisses it after.

Through their song, Steve hugs Maggie close and sways them like two penguins in a slow dance between the TV and the guys lounging on the couch. The cute little predicament reminds her of the day “Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore” became her and Steve's song. He played it when he asked her to be his girlfriend. January 23rd. Cold, snowy night in Hawkins. He sang along to every line, because he meant every line, and no song ever before had put his feelings into words quite as clearly as that one. He told her he figured he's not always that good with words, so when someone's written them before he could think them, it's a good choice to go with to tell her how he feels.

Maggie remembers how she said yes, and how special it made her feel to be asked to be his girlfriend, much less anybody's girlfriend at all. No boy had really come into her life ever before, and to have this kind of connection with someone made her over-the-moon ecstatic. If she'd had any proper friends then, besides her mom and two brothers, she'd tell all of them. If she was in the school paper, that would be top news. The question made her so happy she could have screamed it so loud that astronauts in space could have heard her.

The words are so special to both of them, and hit close to heart each time they hear them. It's uncanny how true to their relationship and its context the lyrics are.

“My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running 'round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl

'Cause you take me to the places

That alone I'd never find

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night.”

Maggie presses her forehead to Steve's, and both of them smile. They're still in their own world until the Party breaks the invisible seal and reminds them of their surroundings. “Look at them,” comes Robin's voice quietly, with a snicker at the end. The kids smile.

“Our baby-sitter parents are so cute,” Dustin joins in, and everyone has a laugh. Steve and Maggie crack into chuckles, too, and Maggie turns in Steve's arms to face the group, “you guys actually remind me of Suzie and me.” The young boy says, waving an index finger in the air. The Party break into exclamations of “no way!” and laughter. Even Steve laughs, his hair tickling Maggie's shoulder as his head hangs low, and Maggie just keeps smiling.

“Yeah, right,” Lucas laughs it off.

“No, it's true. The two of us are so much like these guys,” Dustin argues, “and now you all know that she is real, you can stop doubting it.”

“How could we forget?” Max asks. “Turn around… look at what you see-eee-eeee!” She starts to sing and the rest of the kids join her, laughing. Robin gets up from the couch and wrings Maggie out of Steve's grasp.

“I'll steal your girlfriend for just a bit, Steve,” she tells the older boy, who starts to frown, “we've got a party to plan.” Oh, right, Maggie had almost forgot. Steve's birthday party. The boy in question nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“Oooh, can we come?” Dustin asks, disrupting the Party's horribly off-key rendition of Never-Ending Story, directing all their attention to the older guys.

Steve points a finger at Dustin and, accidentally in unison with Maggie and Robin, tells him a stern “No. Not happening.” The girls giggle and walk from the lounge inside the kitchen, out of sight and hearing of the chaos that is about to pursue, called “Steve lists off good reasons for young kids to not come to his birthday party”.

“I'm so excited, look–I even got a notebook just for this!” Robin muses, pulling the mentioned notebook with a red cover out of her bag that's laying near-by. She slams it on the kitchen island and Maggie reads the words written on the front in permanent marker: “STEVE'S BIRTHDAY BASH”.

“Haha, that's great,” she tells Robin, “you're just a little more prepared than I am.” She admits and sighs, looking on dreamily as Robin opens the notebook. She notices Maggie's voice fading after saying that, and guesses that it must be because of everything that's happened, how it's still overwhelming her.

“Don't worry, we're a team at organizing this party,” Robin reminds her and nudges Maggie's shoulder with her own playfully, making the other girl smile, “so, guest list–who do we want there?” She asks and clicks a pen to write names down.

“Uh…” Maggie taps the kitchen island surface, thinking hard, “oh, the the basketball team. And swim team.” She says, and noticing that Robin isn't writing any names down, she takes the notebook and pen from her and begins writing the boys' names down. “It's okay, I know their names.” She assures Robin, and she nods.

“How big do you want this party to be, exactly?” She asks Maggie, and she shrugs.

“Um… well, I don't know. You said you had the idea to invite everyone, just for the fun of it. Would be cool if a lot of people would show up, actually,” she answers, “maybe I shouldn't even make a guest list and we should just… put flyers up everywhere - whoever wants to come, can come.” Maggie suggests.

“Yeah, but that could include people we wouldn't exactly want to show up,” Robin reminds her, and, catching her eye, Maggie realizes who she means.

“Tommy and Carol,” she says with a nod. But then Robin shrugs.

“But what if they do come? So what,” she says, “Steve won't care as long as he has, uh, you there.” Robin scratches out the names of football players Maggie managed to write down and just writes “EVERYONE” on the list.

“Really?” Maggie asks, looking up at Robin, and she nods surely.

“Really, I promise,” she says, “seriously, you light up not just the room when he sees you, but the whole world. I haven't known him that well, but when you guys started dating, it's like nothing else was important to him, nothing else made him as happy as you. Just seeing you in school or whatever.” Robin says matter-of-factly, casually, like it's no big deal. “Even if some of more my crowd comes, he won't mind. Maybe he'll freak out for half a minute, but after that he'll just forget. Won't care at all.” Robin shrugs and smiles at Maggie. She flips to a page where the words “FOOD & DRINKS” are written at the very top. Maggie rests her chin in her hand and sighs quietly.

She knew she had some sort of effect on Steve, like how he totally forgot about Tommy and Carol being at the skating rink because he was having a date there with Maggie, or how he actually learned to like properly studying in the last months of school, also because of her, and how he's generally become a less grumpy person to everyone, seeing how Maggie does it so easily.

Maggie wouldn't really be the person to notice this, because she never really knew Steve's communication with girls prior to her, but last fall, Steve was becoming closer with Dustin and giving him advice on girls… “Just act like you don't care.” “Even if you do?” “Even if you do. Drives them nuts.” Which, frankly, isn't the best advice, because girls like to be shown that they're important to someone, anyone. Maggie made Steve realize that. Because of Maggie, Steve learned how to get a girl's attention and how to talk to one without that technique. He learned how to let himself be involved with someone without holding anything back. You care, you show it, you're interested in someone, you show them, you act on it. You don't like something, you say it, you talk it out. Maggie made Steve drop the stereotypical behavior that made him so cool and popular in that regular high school of theirs, and it made him kind of a dick to girls.

What stopped him being a dick to girls was the whole ordeal with Nancy those two years ago. That also made him lose his hardly-any-kind-of friends - Tommy and Carol, because their true colors came out and Steve realized he's not like those kind of people at all, and doesn't want to be. He changed for the better - many things caused it, but Maggie, he and Robin would assume, most of all changed him. To be loved is to be changed, right? Maggie would never assume she'd have any effect on anyone or their lives, she's just… good old Maggie. Other people noticing her effect on Steve just makes it all the more real, therefore a little more unbelievable. Is she like actually making his life better, and has made him better? He's told her that in many ways multiple times, and has expressed his gratitude in lots of ways, too. Yet it still doesn't really stick in her stubborn mind.

“Alright, would he want a cake? Or no cake?” Robin asks, diverting Maggie's thoughts, breaking her out of the thought essay she's began to write in her wandering mind.

“Um, I could make one. We could do decorations together.” She answers, then looks up at Maggie. “Or make the whole cake together, if you want.”

“I'm kind of a kitchen hazard, but thanks for asking,” Robin nervously replies, “okay, cake,” she writes the word down, “what about other foods?”

“You can just be in the kitchen while I make it,” Maggie suggests, “I'd appreciate the company.”

“Oh,” Robin says quietly, “uhh, yeah, of course, no worries.” Robin's not really used to being invited to things, or included in them. She does have some friends, but they all have other friends, who are always the first option, not Robin. This is a nice offer. “Wh-when do you wanna make it?”

“I think Friday, a day before his birthday. Leave it in the fridge over night and it's gonna be fresh as ever on the day of,” Maggie says, “other snacks… well, I don't know. I don't really have that much money, so we could ask people to bring baskets or something.”

“Couldn't you ask Steve for money?” Robin butts in, and Maggie looks at her with slightly confused eyes. They're like Bambi eyes to Robin. “Oh, crap, was that the wrong thing to ask? Was that really rude of me just now?” Robin grows nervous. She's not the best at social etiquette.

Maggie knows that about Robin, but she wouldn't wanna make her feel awkward. “Not really, no,” she answers, “you're really practical in these things, Rob, and that's not a bad thing.” Maggie sighs. “I know Steve has a lot of money - well, mostly his parents do. My family doesn't, and… I just don't like asking for money. Especially from him, and since it's for his birthday party.”

“Well, I promise you he's ready to do anything for you,” Robin says, “but sorry, I shouldn't have asked and made this all… awkward.” She chuckles dryly, trying to ease the tension. Maggie puts her hand over Robin's, making the girl look at her. Maggie has a comforting smile on her face.

“You didn't,” she assures, “and you're forgiven, if that helps.” She tells Robin and pats her hand before withdrawing it. Robin feels so… comforted suddenly in her presence, but also all the more nervous. They're the same age, and Maggie's shorter than her, but most times Robin feels intimidated by her for no apparent reason. Intimidated in a good way, though, if that can even happen.

“Wow, you really are the angel Steve believes you are,” Robin blurts out, making them both laugh. Maggie just can't believe these compliments about herself, “okay, so we'll include 'bring your own basket and booze' in the flyers. What else? What time does the party start?”

“Hmm, I'd say… five? Six?”

“In the morning?” Robin jokes.

“Yeah, morning exercises for every teenager in town,” Maggie continues the joke, making them both laugh again. They go back and forth with jokes while planning out the party, even adding a schedule, because, although Steve keeps telling Maggie how he hates to be on display, the center of attention, and likes things be done privately, she knows he'll appreciate the surprise she's planned for him. Gifting him his special mixtape–a Byers signature gift–and making a toast to him in front of everyone in the middle of the party, around nine pm. The girls figure that will be the perfect time for a toast, and also an opportunity for other people to say what they want to Steve, though Maggie hopes no one takes it as a chance to embarrass Steve or play some nasty prank. She always wants everything to be on time, in harmony and perfect on someone’s special day.

“A mixtape. That’s such a cute gift,” Robin compliments Maggie’s idea, “anything else special planned?” Robin asks after Maggie whispers a quiet ‘thanks’, and now the shorter girl gently butts an elbow into Robin’s side at the question.

“Wouldn’t you love to know…” she jokes along, “okay, I think we’ve just about planned everything. We’re gonna need to get precious stuff that’s lying around the house up to Steve’s parents’ bedroom, and lock the room, just in case.”

“What about his room?” Robin asks, writing down ‘hide precious stuff in locked bedroom’ in her notebook.

Maggie shrugs. “He doesn’t mind if people go in there,” she states, “we could tell people to put gifts there–if they have a gift for Steve, that is.” She’s not very hopeful that more than three people will bring a gift. Most guests will just come and use the opportunity to drink themselves full. “Okay, what else…”

“Any rules for smoking or going in the pool?” Robin suggests.

“Eh, no,” Maggie answers, “smoke everywhere, swim–whatever. Maybe a no peeing sign for the pool.”

“Ooh, I can make that,” Robin says and writes it down in the to-do list as well, “any theme or dress code?”

Maggie shakes her head. “Nah,” she says, “people take that seriously only on Halloween.” She admits with an airy chuckle. “I think that’s it, huh? I’m kinda excited. Big high school summer party. Well, if a lot of people come, that is.”

“They will. I mean, you and I both know how popular Steve was in school,” Robin reminds her, “but most people will just come to drink, as you said.”

“Did you go to that Halloween party last year? I can’t remember whose it was, but that was an insane one,” Maggie tells her, but Robin shakes her head.

“I wasn’t invited,” she shrugs off.

“Me neither,” Maggie admits, “Jonathan kinda took me as his plus one, but I didn’t stick around for long. Such chaos.”

“Oh, wait, was that the party where Jonathan took Nancy home because she’d had too much to drink?” Robin recalls hearing something about it, and Maggie nods just as Steve comes into the kitchen. She hopes Robin won’t pull on the thread she’s whisked out. Wide eye glances exchanged, Steve feels a strange air in the room.

“How’s it going with the planning?” He asks.

“We’re just about finished,” Maggie answers, peeling herself off the kitchen island and heading to the fridge for a cold drink. Robin reminding her of the faithful Halloween party kinda threw her mood off-course.

“Great, cause the Beach Boys are about to get on stage,” Steve says.

“Ooh, my mom loves them,” Robin muses, “I’ll leave my notebook here, Steve, don’t you open it!” She tells him before walking back to the lounge. Maggie closes the fridge with a cold Coca-Cola in hand and sees Steve reading the title of the notebook. He chuckles.

“I won’t read it, don’t worry,” he assures his girlfriend, “I like surprises like this. Whatever you two have planned will be great.” Steve looks at Maggie and gives her a sweet smile. She returns one and comes closer to him, leaning into his embrace. They sway quietly and slowly to no particular rhythm in the empty kitchen.

“Is everyone having fun in there?” Maggie asks, the back of her head resting on Steve’s chest.

“Without a doubt,” he answers, “had to do some real convincing so Dustin or anyone else wouldn’t dare come to our party.” Maggie laughs at that. Those are a few head-strong kids in Steve’s lounge.

“I hope at least ten people comes to the party,” Maggie quietly wishes, “we went with the idea to just invite everyone. Robin said you wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure I won’t,” Steve assures, “Robin hasn’t really been to a party like this before, it will be fun for her. As long as you both are there, I don’t care who comes.” Maggie blushes and stands on her tiptoes to kiss Steve’s cheek. “You’re my best friends, you know.”

“Awh,” she says, snaking one of her hands up to the back of his head, scratching gently at his roots. Steve's eyes drop closed and he hums in what's lightly put as agreement to the motion, and Maggie smiles wider.

“How I love your hands in my hair,” he says in half-a-whisper.

“I know,” Maggie reminds him, “you'll get more later, when we're alone,” she makes sure to press her body into his more, knowing the effect that will have on him. Steve's grip on their intertwined hands around her waist tightens and he answers to her melted body against his with a push forward, gently pushing them both into the kitchen island, “I can't wait.” Maggie sighs, and presses a kiss to Steve's neck. She keeps at least one eye open for the entrance of the kitchen, in case anyone comes barging in.

“What if we…” Steve starts to say, one hand of his trailing down to Maggie's thigh, “skip ahead a little?” He suggests all while trying not to turn his words into moans with Maggie's hand raking his roots. Maggie smiles, turns around in his arms, pressing her back into the island, and pulls Steve closer, both hands in his hair, and a leg hiked over his hip. Steve's lips are immediately on hers, any caution towards the others in the house thrown to the side.

“We practically have… a full house,” Maggie reminds him between kisses and heaved breaths. Steve's hand slips under her shirt, raising goosebumps along her waist as it discovers the skin there for the hundredth time in their lives. Maggie is nearly fully laid on the kitchen island now, their bodies moving against each other border-line hungrily.

“I could ask them to leave,” Steve comes up with a solution, and Maggie just quietly laughs at the idea. She lays a fleeting kiss on his lips before squirming out from beneath him, regaining her breath, “uh, hello?” Steve exclaims in confusion, running a hand through his hair and looking at his girlfriend with wide eyes. His hair looks wild as Maggie admires his overall disheveled character, sipping on her cold Cola with a grin threatening to break into chuckles. These exact words from him remind her of the time when it was them both against the Party in Maggie's kitchen, when they had the bright idea to leave the house and distract the demo-dogs.

“Tempting, but… no,” Maggie tells him teasingly, still holding back from laughing out loud. Teasing her boyfriend is more fun than she expected. Before Steve can argue back or do anything to still hold her back, Maggie flees the kitchen, well on her way to the lounge. Now Steve's all hot and bothered and has a house full of guests. He shakes his head with a subtle smile on his lips, realizing what she's getting at. He's not sure she's done this before, Maggie's always been shy and private about these things. Oh, he'll get her back, later.

Steve returns to the lounge just as Beach Boys are finishing their first song, and he brings with him a Coca-Cola for everyone. “Here you guys are,” Steve hands everyone their drinks and receives many thanks, and then returns to the spot next to Maggie with a sigh. She smiles at him, tilting her head up at him, and Steve smiles back. He puts his arm around her and shifts his attention to the TV while Maggie gets comfortable in his hold.

They all laze around the lounge, singing and dancing to the songs playing, until the sun starts to set. Dustin and Steve have their fun to Queen's performance televised from London, Will and Robin have a great time during the Thompson Twins show, Max and El rave out to Madonna, and over-all the Party have a great time together with the baby-sitters to the largest pop music charity gig there ever could be. When the kids get to leaving, because they fell asleep just now at Phil Collins' set, Robin says they're about to miss the most fun.

“Duran Duran are about to get on,” she protests, standing in front of the TV, between the kids at the doorway and Maggie and Steve on the couch.

“Nah, it's okay, we'll watch at home,” Mike says with a dismissing hand gesture, “my house is closest, so we'll go there.” He looks around his friends, and they all nod. Maggie notices Will smiling, and seeming as close to his friends as he always was, before the whole misunderstanding this summer.

“Yeah, we better leave the babysitter parents alone,” Dustin tells Robin in less than a quiet whisper than he'd intended to. Maggie and Steve act like they know nothing about it as Robin looks them over. Ugh, she missed a cue again. And somehow Dustin always seem to know everything, pick up on little hints and quirks. Steve's thankful for that, because this is less awkward than asking everyone to leave at some point would be. But the kids made that decision themselves, thankfully.

“Oh, well, I'll split with you guys, then,” Robin decides with a shrug of her shoulders, and Dustin smiles, nodding, “Maggie, I'll see you next week.” She salutes her, and Maggie does the same.

“Yeah, I'll call you,” she confirms, “thanks for coming, you guys.” Maggie tells all the kids, and they mumble each their own thing in response, including a string of 'byes' as they leave the room. Maggie and Steve wave at Robin and the group as Robin follows the group out.

“Bye, get home safe!” Steve calls after them, their laughter fades out across the house. And then they shut the door behind them, all that's left in the house is the noise from the TV. “Well, hello, teaser,” Steve greets Maggie in a low voice and attacks her with tickles to her sides and kisses to her neck. She immediately explodes with laughter, tries to squirm away, but has no choice. She squeals and yelps, swatting Steve with her hands until he lets up and just smiles at her, laying now below him on the sofa, “you didn't tease me in the kitchen, right? That was someone else.” Steve jokes as Maggie regains her breathing, but she can't, because this makes her laugh even more.

She locks her legs around Steve's waist, pulls him lower down to her, “No, that wasn't me,” she says and takes Steve's face in both hands, “I was just getting a Cola,” she says in a played-up innocent voice, “why, did I get you all high and dry?” Maggie teases and slips her hand into Steve's shorts. He raises his eyebrows at her, noting once again her sudden boldness in these matters.

“You could say that,” he breathes and waits for Maggie's next step. She doesn't do much, just teases him some more with her hand ghosting over his growing erection, a grin spreading her lips. She knows what she's doing. But she stops, her hand traveling up to his happy trail, a finger just tracing it upwards. Seeing the defeated look on Steve's face, she bursts into giggles, as if he'd started tickling her again, “you are a tease.” Steve says with a shake of his head. Maggie shrugs and keeps one hand at the bottom of Steve's chest and the other on his cheek, caressing it softly.

“Do you like it?” She quietly asks and Steve nods, though not completely sure.

“Yeah, I did,” he finally tells her and kisses her lips slowly, feather-like, “my sweet girl,” Steve nicknames her quietly in her ear, laying a kiss right next to it, making Maggie's heart flutter just like it did when they first started to go out together. She smiles and gently holds the hand that Steve cradles the side of her porcelain face with. She loves it when he touches her face, and is so glad he picked up on it at one point in time by himself, because she is too shy to ever say it out loud.

Steve has a similar thing, he'd be lying if he said her holding his cheek didn't turn him into complete putty, putting him at her total mercy, succumbing to her completely. Of course, he's always at her mercy. He's just glad to finally be alone with her–kids always getting in the way. Now it's quite the perfect setting - love songs playing in the background from the still-going concert, they're alone in the house, how much more perfect could it be?

Steve nips and kisses at her neck, ever so sensitive, as his and Maggie's bodies are already moving in tandem against each other. Their legs tangled together, heating each other up more and more with every second, this Indiana heat wave has nothing on them working each other up. Maggie nearly feels like she can't breathe, like she forgot how to.

She pushes Steve's hair away from his face, bringing him down to her kissed-a-million-times lips, and that seems to have helped the shortage of air thing. “Steve,” Maggie sighs his name so heavenly to him, making both of them have deja-vu. She hikes her dress up higher, so it's be easier for Steve a few moments later.

“Baby,” he mewls back, hands now roaming all over Maggie, touching every spot of her like live wires, “y'make me feel like we're in my car again, and it's cold outside.” Steve confesses, and Maggie chuckles, because that's what she was thinking, too. Their first proper make-out in his car. It was winter. “Only your hands aren't cold.” Steve smiles and kisses her jaw again. Maggie's smile stretches wider.

“And we have nowhere to be, and no curfew,” she adds on, and chuckles at Steve for making a half-moan at those reminders. She'd think no curfew turns him on. Steve pulls away from her for just a moment to take his shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch, but returns to her just as quickly and gives kisses to the inside of her hands, gives kisses all over them.

“God, I love these hands,” he tells Maggie, and she catches his eyes just for a split second, a bit of a crazy look in them. She knows he gets that way when he's really riled up, “and I love this face,” Steve says with pursed lips, grabbing both sides of Maggie's face and kissing all over it, too. She tries to laugh, because it sort of tickles and Steve's sudden madness is amusing, but she's nearly suffocated by him, so her laughter comes out muffled, “and I love this girl.” He kisses Maggie's lips and looks right at her to see the beautiful expression of her smiling now, too. He's sure there is no sight more beautiful than Maggie Byers smiling.

“Bet you love being inside me more,” Maggie bites back at him, pulling him down to her again, now right between her legs, her pulsating crotch on his very much hard one. This boldness that keeps showing up in Maggie puts Steve back a moment, he looks at her in played-up disbelief with his lips parted, though a devilish grin is growing on them. She just shakes her head, Steve looking at her making her feel embarrassed, “come on, just get in there.” A deep blush growing on her cheeks.

“My, my, my,” Steve says in-between pants while adjusting his underwear and then Maggie's, complying to her straight-forward request right away–you don't need to tell him twice. When he enters her, the laughter leaves the room for just a little while, quiet noises of adjustment and the start of pleasure filling in for the moment, “you're so right, Maggie,” Steve heaves in her ear, his hand interlinking with hers as he starts to move at the slow pace he knows Maggie likes. He loves being inside her, it's just indescribable, unrepeatable. Maggie bites her lip, hardy able to concentrate on whatever Steve is saying or wants to say when she's looking up at him. His hair has fallen out of the place Maggie tucked it into just moments ago, golden-brown streaks of hair with blonde highlights here and there falling over his forehead. Steve's eyes are the usual beautiful brown that they are, eyebrows knit together in intense concentration, his cheeks pink over the summer tan, his lips parted. His other arm is strained over Maggie, gripping the armrest, his famous thin, gold chain swaying above her. He is just so breath-taking that she can't look away, neither can she think of or concentrate on anything else, “you bold, bold girl.” Steve says with a faint grin on his lips.

Maggie chuckles, shakes her head, almost tries to hide from him behind the one hand covering her face. But Steve moves that hand away with the knot of their intertwined hands, uncovering her blushing, plump cheeks and beautiful, thoughtful eyes, even if they are filled with shyness. They look into each other's eyes, watch as their lips part with their heavy breaths and moans that fuel their desire for one another. Steve's the first one to crack - literally cracking up with giggles out of nowhere - his head now resting on Maggie's chest. She starts giggling, too, Steve being just that infectious, and they soon become an intertwined mess of laughs, moans and panting. Neither of them would wish it any other way.

“I love you so much,” Steve says out of breath right when he knows he's not far from that push off the edge. And he recognizes Maggie's body language so well that he knows she's not far, either, “my pretty girl,” Steve muses, “I know you're close.”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Maggie confirms in her own heave of breath, “you feel so good inside me,” she confesses to him, and Steve moans. He loves praise just as much as she does. Steve runs his free hand up the inside of Maggie's thigh, lifting it higher and wider up, therefore reaching a deeper spot inside her with his length. It makes the girl whine, her back coming off the couch, “ah, just like that.” She praises to him. “C-Can you go faster?” She requests, though shy in doing so, because she's known to like taking things slow.

It surprises Steve, but he nods. “Yeah,” he heaves, “yeah, of course.” He rests both forearms by Maggie's head, knowing it will be easier this way, and quickens his pace inside her. Maggie holds onto Steve's frame with the hand that's not intertwined with his, and adjusts to the new change. Both their breathing weighs heavier, their bodies hot against each other, intertwined, eye contact stronger than the poor couch they’re driving out of its place. “Like that, baby?” Steve checks in, and only gets the best answer ever - a high-pitched moan from Maggie he’s not sure he’s head before.

“Yeah,” Maggie whines, her head falling back as he continues to thrust into her. God, it feels like heaven. She wouldn’t have expected herself to like this fast, but something was missing and this was it. Steve’s hitting all the right spots inside her, grazing her walls in such a torturingly pleasure-filled way, nearly making her see stars. Feels like he’s killing her, but in the best way on earth, “Steve…”

“Baby,” Steve responds in the same tone of desperation, eroticism, pleasure, “gonna make you come, baby girl,” he promises her. Baby girl is new in nicknames, Maggie discovers, though barely conscious, but oh, how she loves it. She whimpers and clings to Steve as she feels herself finally reach that point, that sacred point she’s been teasing Steve and herself to come to for almost a whole day, “thaaaaat’s it, fuck…”

Steve stills inside her, reaching his orgasm in time with hers, filling her walls up with ribbons of his come, a quiet whisper of her name as his mantra. He rest his head on her chest, feels her hand tracing from his shoulder up to his hair, and hears Maggie not being able to say anything other than his name as she goes through and comes down her own release, just whispering it a barely audible volume. Her breaths come in long, heavy exhales, and she lays done under Steve, drifting back into reality. He moans at the heavily feeling of her fluid milking his length, warm, welcoming, familiar.

“You're incredible,” he praises in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm, “that was amazing,” Steve says in a heave of breath and looks up at Maggie, those big, beautiful brown eyes staring at her through his fallen strands of thick hair. Maggie runs her hand through them to see his face, and she smiles, nodding.

“Yeah, that really was… somethin’,” she tells him as he gently pulls out of her, making her mutter a whimper at the end of her sentence. He sits up before her, bare chest with chest hair and his happy trail in all their glory just for Maggie to see, and she bites her lip as she takes him in. Never fails to make her swoon - seeing her boyfriend bare-chested. Steve sends her a wink and slaps his underwear back on, taking care of hers right after, sliding it back up her pretty legs.

He pulls her up with him so Maggie can sit in his lap, his back pressing into the couch, Maggie getting comfortable on top, and they embrace each other. Their breathing is still somewhat heavy, irregular at least. Maggie locks her hands at the back of Steve’s neck and pulls back a little, just to take another look at him. Hair wild, cheeks tinted pink, lips parted, eyes staring back at hers. She smiles sweetly at him.

“Baby girl, huh?” She asks, and Steve smile cheekily, a chuckle bursting through him, humming throughout Maggie. “I loved it when you called me that,” she admits, and Steve raises his eyebrows.

“I could feel that, yeah,” he says and pulls her back close to him by her waist, “really did the trick for you, baby girl.” Steve teases, bumping his nose with Maggie’s, it makes her giggle. He can feel the immediate effect that the nickname has on her in her body language, in how she breathes, how her hips still a little, yet yearn for closer touch, how her cheeks tint a raspberry color.

She kisses him on the lips heavily, finger pads once again going into the roots of his hair. “Stop, you’ll get me hot and heavy again,” Maggie warns him with a slight grin on her face. Steve smiles wide.

“What if I do…” he inquires, though rhetorically in part, looking at her in their closeness. His hands roam the skin under her shirt, still hot to the touch from their shenanigans.

“Well, then I’ll touch your hair again just how you like it,” she answers the question, “and we’d be at it all night.” Steve raises his eyebrows.

“I wouldn’t be complaining,” he tells her, and makes her laugh again. Maggie shakes her head as she laughs and moves around so she’d be laying back-first in her boyfriend’s hold, now both of them facing the TV, “wow, it’s still going.” He says, seeing the broadcasted stage and audience on the screen.

“Yeah, it’s not even that late yet,” Maggie reminds him.

“With you time works differently for me,” Steve admits to her and lays a kiss on her neck. Maggie smiles. How lucky she truly is.

“I love you,” she hums to him, momentarily looking up at him, and sees him almost upside down, which makes her giggle.

“And I love you,” Steve responds, hand caressing Maggie's cheek, “my beautiful girl.” She tucks her head into his neck, bends her legs in his lap, gets comfortable in his hold altogether. “Wanna watch a movie after this?”

“Yeah, that'd be fun,” she says, and suddenly it dawns on her. They spent most winter and spring evenings watching movies at Steve's house together, both got to pick the movies, after study sessions or even right after school. She's not gonna have that anymore when she moves away. She won't get a call from him asking her to come over, she won't be able to come over.

It dawns on Maggie how much she'll miss those nights. How much she'll miss Steve. She hugs herself all the more closer to him because of it, suddenly feeling very emotional, like she could either burst into a fit of hysterical laughter or start crying at any trigger either way. She tries to smile, but a sad expression paints across her face. And she can't shake this small epiphany.

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Single Lyrics Intro - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: Here we go, the intro to the Ryan single dad fic! Hope ya'll enjoy

“Hey y/n, this is Ryan, from highschool. Listen, I really need some help and I don’t know who else I can ask. Can you please call me back when you get the time?”

You play the voicemail message back a few times, unable to fully believe what you are hearing. Pausing in your tracks when it plays as you are cleaning your daycare classroom.

It has been almost 10 years since you have last spoken to Ryan, a relationship that turned sour and didn’t end well. The man broke your heart years ago, so what could he possibly need from you after all these years and from you of all people?

You sigh, going back to cleaning for the night while debating if you should call him back or not, he did sound really concerned in his voicemail. You’re so distracted by everything that you don’t even notice when your boss and one of your best friends walks into your room.

“Okay, what is wrong? You are clearly trapped in your own head,” Miranda asks, stepping in front of you so you notice her.

You both take a seat in the two rocking chairs, you letting out a sigh before speaking.

“Do you remember Ryan?”

“Like the one who you cried over for weeks for being a dick, yeah. Why?” She gives you a look that lets you know she is unsure where you are going but she doesn’t approve of what you have to say.

“When all the kids left I had a voicemail, he said he really needs my help and asked me to call him back. What should I do? Why would he call me of all people? We haven’t spoken in years,” you sigh again, conflicted and confused about what you should do.

“That is really fucking weird, do you have any clue what he needs?” She asks, you can feel the side eye that she is giving you.

“No, he didn’t say… oh shit, he is calling again now,” you immediately panic, freezing as you decide what you should do.

“Answer it, I will finish mopping. Tell me what he wants,” she says, standing up and moving to give you some privacy.

You take a deep breath before answering. “Hey Ryan, sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I was working.”

“y/n, thank you for answering. Do you have a couple minutes to talk, I have something I really need help with and I genuinely can’t think of anyone else to ask.” You can hear the hesitation in is voice, his anxiety in his words.

“Yeah, I have some time, what’s up?” you ask softly, anxious yourself.

“My- my sister unfortunately died about a month ago in a car accident with her husband, and long story short I have custody of their 18 month old little girl, Violet, like she's officially mine. Anyway, long story short I need a nanny who would travel with us for tours and stuff, to be with her when I can’t…. And I can’t find anyone trustworthy. You do daycare and have a lot of experience with kids and we know each other so I know that you wouldn’t be weird about who I am which is also important to me. I just really want what is best for Violet and I think you would be great at it, but I understand if you say no based on our past. I - I know I hurt you in the past and I can’t take that back but I really hope you will consider this,” he sounds desperate as he speaks, like he genuinely needs you. “I don’t expect an answer right away, you can take a few days to decide.”

“I’m so sorry Ryan, that sounds like a lot to take in and go through for you. I’ll consider it and get back to you tomorrow and get back to you if that is okay,” you say, genuinely not sure what you currently think about everything. It is a lot for you to take in yourself, both glad he thought of you but also upset that after all this time that is finally what he is talking to you about.

“I can accept that, and y/n, I really am sorry for everything I put you through. I know I can never take it back and it still upsets me. Please do not let that be the thing that stops you,” he asks gently.

“Thank you, and I won’t. I need to let you go Ryan, I will call you tomorrow,” you say softly before both of you say goodbye and hang up on eachother.

The second he hangs up you groan, asking yourself what the fuck am I going to do now?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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The Prince of Thieves: I'm Not Lost, This Fate Was Mine to Choose

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Warnings: Mention of jail/police, mention of firearms, mention of death, angst

Historically (for a while), the term 'guns' meant artillery and not 'small' firearms like muskets etc. but I used 'guns' in here bc 'small arms' sounds very stilted in dialogue to a modern ear ok byyyeee

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Word count: 1872 || Approx reading time: 8 mins

I'm Not Lost, This Fate Was Mine to Choose

Teaser: “I still can’t believe this is happening.” It’s foolish to speak when the rest of the world is still so quiet; my voice carries through the morning air. Worry twists my gut so ferociously, though, I have to say something to take my mind off it. If I don’t, I might burst.

Bree

Dawn comes too soon, creeping up on us with stealthy, nimble footsteps. One moment, I am curled near the hearth, James Wardrew’s coat thrown over me like a blanket; the next, I’m shambling across the floor and blinking sleep from my eyes, blearily following the smell of just-brewed tea, nursing a deepening sense of horror as I remember exactly why we’re up so early and where we’re going.

And then we’re shivering in the early morning air, skulking through town the long way, two groups approaching the meeting point from different angles—me and Spider together, James and Geoff dragging Hatchett through the woods.

“I still can’t believe this is happening.” It’s foolish to speak when the rest of the world is still so quiet; my voice carries through the morning air. Worry twists my gut so ferociously, though, I have to say something to take my mind off it. If I don’t, I might burst.

I glance up at Spider, waiting for her to shush or glare me into silence, but she simply nods and, after a moment, speaks too. “I hate this.”

Although she and James have found an odd, tenuous peace between the two of them, they’re still tense. Uncomfortable, sharp with each other. I don’t know either of them very well, but I can tell it hurts both of them to be so at odds. She’s been stiff and quiet since the moment it came out that she was there when Will was flogged, which seems to be the source of their conflict, as far as I can tell. Stiff, quiet, and guilty.

You shouldn’t feel so bad. The words have been on the tip of my tongue so many times. Aren’t secrets sometimes for the best? Don’t we all keep them sometimes to avoid hurting others more than necessary?

More than that, though, it’s fucking rich of James Wardrew to be guilting her so heartily about hiding things, because he’s been doing the exact same thing to everyone else.

You got my message, then.

It was impossible to tell from what I overheard what was contained in the message James sent to Hatchett, but I gleaned enough from their muttered conversation: James promised something in an effort to negotiate Will’s release.

A message—a note. The signature was what gave Hatchett the information to start puzzling together Will’s name and identity—all because of me, when I told him, like a goddamn idiot, that if he had the name of one brother, he could find the name of the other.

All Will had to do was say a single word—his surname—that matched a name in Hatchett’s notes, and the game was over.

Despite being on Spider’s case about being secretive, James is keeping it hidden that he sent that letter at all.

I wanted to say something—to him, to Spider, to Geoff.

I’m a coward, though.

Instead, when James stepped outside once he was done talking to Hatchett, and I scrambled away from the door to look as if I were just approaching—and hadn’t had my ear pressed against the wood mere moments before—I said, “I wasn’t throwing myself at anyone.”

Good god, the look he gave me. He didn’t even seem to remember that You were throwing yourself at him like the slut you are was what Hatchett said to send me soaring across the room to slap him across his horrid face.

“Well…that’s good, I suppose?” he said, scratching behind his ear, appearing to gather his patience from a well that was running dry.

I cringe now at the memory. Anything else would have been better than saying that.

Most of all, however, I wish I’d been brave enough to tell him, You don’t get to be mad at her when you’re keeping an even bigger secret from everyone else.

But I held my tongue—once a coward, forever a coward. Hiding from confrontation. Hiding from the truth.

Awaiting a sign that it’s time to move, Spider and I sit in shadow. Tall, luxurious manors loom over us, the lavish structures brimming with silence and, for me, memories of a childhood in a place not much different.

So far, there have been no constables patrolling this area, but no doubt they’re around somewhere.

“I wish…” Her voice trails off, and when she glances at me, I can see what she’s thinking: Perhaps you’re not the right person to talk to about this.

I pull my “borrowed” shawl closer around me—Spider found one somewhere, and though I’ve no idea where it came from, I can guess it wasn’t originally hers—hoping the hurt doesn’t show on my face. I’ve ended up in yet another place where I don’t belong, where I’m not truly wanted. “Wish he wouldn’t go face them himself?”

She nods, her mouth pressed into a grim line. “He’s being a fucking idiot. Reckless. Acting like…”

My throat aches. I know how to finish this sentence for her. “Like Will.”

She agrees, drawing in a long, angry breath.

“They might see his face,” I say. “Or catch him. Arrest him, too.”

“I told him that.”

“They could kill him.”

“I told him that.”

I gulp at the next thought that slips out, one we’ve been dancing around for the last day but have been powerless to do anything about. “What if they have…guns?”

In the prison, where every altercation was at close range, the constables favoured their batons. Now, in the dread-soaked minutes before a meeting that’s as likely to turn into a bloodbath as not, I think of the cracks that broke through the darkness the night I escaped, the salty tang of gunpowder in the air. The machines of death that they could wield today if they wanted. If they really wanted to make sure none of us escaped with our lives.

“It’s likely.”

I shudder. “He doesn’t care?”

Spider takes a long moment to respond. When she does, her voice cracks. “He cares.”

He cares about saving his brother.

But for god’s sake, he can’t die. Seeing him—that was the only thing Will wanted, the only thing he truly cared about. I know that now. If James doesn’t make it out today…

Flicking a dead beetle that’s somehow stuck to her shoe into the dirt, Spider says, “He just keeps saying there’s no one else.”

Somewhere down the street, voices swell. Constables? The early morning bickering of a family? Servants in these enormous, wealthy households making plans for the day, risen so early to perform the jobs for which they are paid mere pennies?

“No one else, what?”

A cold breeze ruffles her dark curls, rustles the layers of her skirt. “No one else who can be the one to meet the constables and make the trade.”

When did they even have this conversation? The hunting cabin is so small, surely I’d have heard it, unless I was asleep. Doesn’t the inner circle ever rest? “That’s bullshit.”

Her mouth twitches. “Mmm hmm. But I think, mostly, he wants to be the one Will sees when the trade goes down.” She falters. Quietens. “And he doesn’t want to risk anyone else getting grabbed or killed.”

He was playing the hero again, you know.

“They’re exactly the same,” I say.

With a sad smile, as if she can tell who I mean even though I didn’t clarify, she says, “I suppose, in some ways, they are.”

I glance away from her, turning my head so I can brush a finger against my eyes. Too many times I’ve burst into tears in front of her and James and Geoff, these last few days. I won’t do it again now.

There’s no one else. The words go around and around my head: persistent, irritating, unyielding. No one else.

If James goes in for the trade, assuming they don’t just shoot him right away, he risks destroying everything he’s worked so hard for—destroying all the good IA has done, possibly forever.

What, again, of his mysterious message? What was in it? What if, when James gets there, the constabulary tries to hold him to whatever he said?

And if he gets arrested or shot or beaten to death…

There’s no one else.

But of course there is. Someone whose face the constables already know.

Someone who has nothing to lose, who has had nothing to lose for a very long time.

When the sun is creeping up the horizon, painting a swath of light across the sky, there’s noise and movement in the distance. Wheels. A terse command or two. And then footsteps—that of heavy, iron-studded boots.

They’re here.

Before James or anyone else can step out from the woods, I slip from my hiding place and walk directly into Junior Constable Michaelson’s line of sight.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Spider’s voice fades as I hurry away from her. I pretend not to notice; I don’t need to hear anything else. This is a terrible idea, I know.

But if it keeps James out of the line of fire long enough to set Will free…

Michaelson stares at me for a long moment, his face purpling. “This must be some ridiculous joke.”

“No.” I want to say something smart, something rude and irreverent, something Will would say. My mind has gone blank.

This man—he cut open my skin and watched me bleed.

He held a knife to my throat.

He whipped me until my back was covered in welts and bruises.

Michaelson’s lip curls, the expression far too Hatchett-like for my comfort. “Well. This is how it goes, then. The little viper returns. Came back for more, did you?”

“Where’s Will?” I do not trust myself to keep conversation with this man. All it took the other day for me to lose control and slap Baden Hatchett across his wicked face was a single word.

I cannot afford to lose my wits today.

“Where’s the constable?”

“You’ll see him soon enough.” I feel naked under his glare, just as I did the first time I stood in his leering gaze. Such a short time ago, and yet it feels like a lifetime.

I am not the same girl as I was that day.

“You’ll see him,” I repeat. There is no need to fear this man, I tell myself. He will not touch me until Hatchett is safe—and Hatchett won’t walk free until Will is out of their clutches. “Not yet. Not until you give back Will.”

I do not need to be afraid, because I have nothing left outside of this moment, this aching body, these clothes I wear that are not even mine. Hatchett knows it, he told me so, and I, too, know he’s right. No family and no friends beyond this family I am now trying so desperately to protect. No one who will miss my wretched, worthless, insignificant life.

If I die today, I’m leaving behind nothing except the deeds I did while living.

So I must make sure those deeds are the right ones, until the end. I must make sure—if I die today—my last act is saving IA. Saving James.

Saving Will.

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Tagging: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @gala1981, @kixngiggles .

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✭𝑷𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶✭

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𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚.... ✭ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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𝑷𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑺 ™️★🎸🕷️⋆｡ °⋆

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Welcome to our page, a dedication to the awesome Black Punk, Hobie Brown. This black-reader focused space is everything about Hobie and no character else. We will post fics, art, memes, and headcannons related to/ about him. So drop suggestions on what you would like to see, we hope to see you around. xoxo

We won’t be posting strictly Hobie content, though he will be our main focus. Other things we might post about will be included in a section of our DNI list so PLEASE read that before continuing to consume our content !! Anyone with a problem will be blocked immediately. No back and forth.

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𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝑴, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝑴...✭𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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Hii everyone! I’m Blue, one of the two PunkStars™️ that uses this account. I use he/she/they pronouns and am femme presenting. I am also an African American/Soulaani ! So aside from Hobie content if you see anything that looks American, it’s because I am one 💀 (unfortunately).

Before I start my introduction I’d like to point out that this is our first time posting on tumblr in general, let alone writing. We mostly consume instead of producing content on tumblr so we’re learning as we go lol.

I’ll be doing most of the writing on this account to start off. You’ll know whenever I posted something because the title of the post will be in blue lettering or I’ll put my emoji “🕸️” at the end of the post. When using our “ask me” and addressing me directly you can just say so or write your message in purple so it’s easier for me to respond to.

I’ve been writing since I was quite young and so art of all kinds has always been a very strong passion for me, probably because I’m neurodivergent and it’s my special interest, so I like to mix art with my hyperfixations (this one being Hobie Brown). Hobie’s character is so special to me and when I first heard about him through tiktok I Instantly fell in love- not because of his looks (though he is fine as fuck 🌚) but because of his personality and how much I resonate with him so I cannot wait to start writing about him and interacting with the rest of the fandom ! <33

(Sorry for the long ass intro)

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Yolo, Im Red the other PunkStar account user. I use all pronouns, Im NB presenting and I am ghanian-american . I will being making most of the art on our page and I will be using red lettering or the emoji "🕷" at the end of my posts.

Like my partner ive also been doing art and writing for a long time (just more art), so when the ITSV/ATSV came out, like every other artist I was hooked. Seeing POC presented in different fashion aesthetics is a boost of mine so seeing Hobie Brown for the first time made me fold immedietely. I cannot wait for this acc to bloom and hopefully gain friends on this platform in the future. See you around 😋.

We will be making a DNI list very soon after this post so please please PLEASE read that before you even think about following this account 😭

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disappearinginq · 8 months

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list 8 tv shows for your followers to get to know you ★ i was tagged by@buckky

supernatural (the classic obsession - but only up until the end of season 5 before it went off the rails)

horatio hornblower (nostalgic love from my childhood - SAME, YO - ARCHIE, MY BELOVED)

Fullmetal Alchemist - I actually have both sets for the anime, the 2003 version and Brotherhood, because I like parts about each of them for different reasons, and Roy Mustang and & Ed's dynamic will always be my favorite. This also got me into anime, but also raised my expectations ridiculously high.

Haunting of Hill House - I am not into horror, at all. I think 99% of them are either centered around morons, or just go for the gore factor. This one, on the other hand, is an English major's field day, and I find something new to love about it every time I watch it, and even bought it on DVD, and my favorite character is naturally the fandom's least favorite.

White Collar - the relationship between Peter Burke and Neal Caffrey would be my mother and me. I like characters who are perhaps a little too smart for their own good and find their way into chaotic good territory.

Star Trek the Original Show. You will pry this from my cold, dead, hands - 99% of the fandom has the Core Three Dynamic wrong, and Kirk is one of the best sci fi characters ever created (THE MAN IS IMMUNE TO SEX POLLEN, AND SOMEHOW HE'S THE SEX FIEND IN THE FANON MEMORY?!) But it also got me into sci-fi, which is now a favorite genre of mine.

The Pretender. It's campy as fuck now, but you know what? I loved that there was like zero explanation as to what the bad guys were actually up to. Nobody has a clue. It's just some evil shadow organization that does bad things with no backstory to explain it. Also - whump central, and little ol' me adored it in the 90's when it was on reruns after school. The only explanation was like the 30 second title intro.

Avatar The Last Airbender. This show is one that I will watch from beginning to end every time I watch it - there are no bad episodes. There are no bad characters. And I mean that in a writing sense, because there are definitely villains. Almost every episode is a stand alone AND contributes to the overall plot. The only downside is that the bar is set so high, you're a little sad to see them go every time you finish.

tagging: @dragonnan, @itsjustdg, @amandagaelic, @waitingforthestarstofall, @brambleberrycottage - and anyone else who wants to make some recommendations!

#tag you're it #games we play

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Find the Word...Love Edition!

Find the word...but the them is love! All kinds of love! Familial, romantic, platonic, you name it! (Def didn't steal the intro from my best friend).

Words For Me To Find

Partner, Proposal, Adore, Intimate, Respect

Words For You To Find

Touch, Sympathy, Help, Smile, Reach

I'm not tagging anyone because this has been passed around a bit, but feel free to jump in if you want!

It took me a while to find these, so here we go!

Partner: Shining Woods

The orange-haired woman stood silently for a few minutes as she watched her partner before asking quietly, “Is there anything I can do to prepare the spell, Luna?” “I am able to do it myself, but I appreciate the offer, Ginny,” Luna smiled kindly at the Weasley, turning back momentarily to the text in the book. With nothing else to do, Ginny’s eyes wandered to the forest surrounding them, idly searching for something to focus her attention on and finding a slow-moving swarm of glowing insects drifting along through the open air, their blue light twinkling like stars. “They’re beautiful,” Ginny whispered gently, afraid to disturb the insects in any way as she tentatively reached a hand out in hopes that one of them would land on it. “Investio Palamus,” Luna said, barely casting a glance at the blue bugs, only looking when Ginny sucked down a sharp breath as one landed on her outstretched hand. “And yes, they are.”

Proposal: A Thousandfold

“What? Was it something I said or did?” Sai asked. “Well, no, more like something you didn’t say!” “I do not understand.” “You’re proposing to me, typically when a man proposes he will give a speech about why he’s doing what he’s doing. Not to sound vain, but I’d kinda like that!” Sai pondered that for a moment before a small smile crossed his lips and took his scroll from where he had left it, then began to furiously write on it. When he had finished what he wrote, he fused chakra into the scroll and the ink took the form of a large hummingbird, flying around Ino’s head before it dissolved onto the blanket in front of her and morphed into legible characters. “I may not be able to convey my feelings for you accurately with my words,” Sai said as Ino glanced down at his writing, “But I hope my words will suffice.”

Adore: Bottles of Laughter (I actually co-wrote this fic with my best friend @axolotlsupremacyowo, and she wrote this section. This is also OCs of mine, which makes me love it even more that Pancakes wrote it.)

The two continued to throw baseballs at the bottle towers, and surprisingly? Jaya was actually pretty good at this game. She was able to knock down the bottle towers with such pinpoint accuracy that it almost scared Kassandra, just as much as it made her adore her. It’s not like Jaya had much competition, anyways. They were the only ones there and Kassandra was barely trying. Just as Jaya had toppled down another bottle tower, their eyes both met, and the smile on her face made the annoying loudness of the carnival worth it.

Intimate: None. Somehow, with over 420 thousand words, I have not used "Intimate" once. You win, @oceangirl24.

Respect: Fated to Die but Hoping to Live

“Itadori,” Megumi coughed into the dark, catching his attention immediately. “What’s up, Fushiguro?” Itadori asked, leaned over as he sat on a wooden log. “I need to tell you something,” Megumi continued, “I’ve only known you for a short while, but I’ve come to respect you as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and a person.” “Thanks, man!” “I’m not finished!” Megumi grunted lightly, annoyed at the interruption. “I don’t much care for these feelings, and it would be irresponsible for me to not inform you of them seeing as how our future is bleak, but I do…like you.” “I like you too!” Megumi stared blankly at Itadori over the fire before clarifying, “As in romantically, genius, not friendly.” “I know,” Itadori nodded, causing confusion inside of Megumi.

And that's that for this one! Thanks for giving this all a listen!!

#find the word tag #find the word game #find the words #tag game #my fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #writing

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AITA WIP Intro

Got tagged by @dogmomwrites. Thanks so much for tagging me in these! I really appreciate it. First time seeing this tag game. It was really fun.

I'll tag @daisywords, @redsunrises, @adrielcastlyre (Our story definitely has enough arguments like this for both of us), @thepixiediaries, @bardic-tales, @fragrant-stars, @writersandpoetsunited, and @sighwrites. Sorry to non-mutuals, I'm not sure whether y'all are interested in tag games or not, so definitely no pressure. Also, leaving this as an open tag for anyone who wants to join in.

Rules—introduce your WIP in the style of an Am I the Asshole? inquiry.

Here's an argument from P&K book 1 in the style of AITA. Warning: lots of spoilers here.

AITA for refusing to forgive the guy who tortured us?

For context, my brother (21M) and I (21M) are a couple Pemokese soldiers fighting the Kenacians in Qhiron. Recently our general (42M) decided to combine forces with another general (45-ish?F) at one of the few Qhironese walled cities that haven't been overtaken by the enemy yet. One of my friends (22M) had been previously sent to one of the strongest fortresses in Kenacia as a spy, and since for some reason he wasn't responding to our general's telepathic communication requests, we decided to send a pair of messengers to make contact with him and learn what we could about the fortress's weak points. One of the messengers was a new friend (20F) of mine. I learned later that she was captured before she'd gotten the chance to meet with the spy, and had been tortured by the king (21M) for information. Since her fellow messenger had revealed our location but was killed before he could reveal anything else, she was coerced into explaining our plans to the king in exchange for my life and the lives of my brother and our other friend (19M). We were captured alongside our general and the general of the Qhironese rebellion (45-ish?F). I'm told that the other general I mentioned earlier escaped. Everyone else at the location was killed. Right now, we're imprisoned in the Kenacian fortress. So far we've heard nothing from our spy, who I doubt even knows we're here. We've all been injected with chemicals to numb our magic stoppers. Most of us haven't been tortured yet, thankfully, but a few days ago (I think; I have no sense of time here) the generals were both dragged into the interrogation chamber, and when the Qhironese general came back, she was missing an eye. All the while, there's been this Kenacian custodian (20-ish?M) dropping in occasionally to bring us food and chat with us. I don't know why I was the only one who felt at all suspicious of him. Everyone else seemed to think he was just lovely. Especially my 19M friend. They were getting on like a housefire. But I knew there was something odd about him. For a custodian, he sure did seem to know a lot about what was going on with the higher-ups. So it wasn't surprising at all to me when we learned from the king himself that the custodian was actually his co-interrogator and—get this—his fucking boyfriend. Apparently he's been lurking in the shadows during interrogations all this time and using his magic to lie detect for the king. Naturally, we were all horrified and furious. And I was convinced we were finally all on the same page: this custodian's a bad guy who can't be trusted. But then I learned that my 19M friend has still been chatting with him at night, and that he's been trying to convince my 20F friend to forgive him. I was pissed. Why the hell should we cut the king's little lapdog any slack? My friend said that's exactly why. He says there's obviously some kind of coercive power dynamic at play here influencing the custodian's decisions, and that he doesn't seem like a genuinely bad person. I think the general's eye would beg to differ. Besides, aren't his actions ultimately his own responsibility? TL;DR: My friends and I just found out that someone they trusted (for incomprehensible reasons) has been torturing us in secret. AITA for refusing to give him a second chance?

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A soulmate AU where 3 little hearts appear on your wrist when you meet your soulmate after turning 18.

Or, the one where Louis is so sure about the fact that Harry is his soulmate, he's been telling it to everyone they've met since he was 3.

Intro // Part 6

It's finally Harry's fifth birthday party and Louis is beyond excited to leave already. He's made his mom get up at the crack of dawn and even though the party officially starts at one, by seven they were already on their way to the Styles'.

"Hazzy." The blue eyed boy exclaims when bursting through the front door as soon as Anne opens it.

"Boo." Harry slides down from the couch he's been laying on. "It's my party today." He exclaims excitedly when Louis wraps his arms around him, holding him close.

"I know!" The blue eyed boy exclaims. "Happy birthday, Hazzy." He leaves a peck on the younger boys' cheek, giggling when Harry starts blushing while smiling bashfully. "I have a present for you." He adds while holding out a perfectly wrapped gift for Harry to take.

"I love it, Boo." Harry beams when he tears opens the wrapping paper, lifting the cute little teddy bear and hugging it.

Louis smiles brightly. "I knew you would, Hazzy. That's why I chose that one."

Harry giggles, his eyes bright as he stares at the boy in front of him. "Thank you, Boo." He says, shyly leaning forward to peck Louis' cheek.

A pink flush covers the blue eyed boy's cheek and he brings his hand to the place where Harry's lips met it mere seconds ago. A smile that reaches his eyes displayed on his face when he reaches for Harry's hand.

"We're gonna have the best party ever." Louis confirms before leading him outside. "Let's go jump so long." He says next, eliciting a squeal from the younger boy when they make a beeline towards the jumping castle in the backyard.

It is not 'the best party ever'. Well for Harry it is. For Louis though, it all goes south as soon as Niall arrives and the green eyed boy's attention gets divided between his two friends.

It's always just been the two of them and he finds it hard to not have all of Harry's attention when they're together.

After watching the two boys from the corner of his eye and his mom encouraging him to go play with them, Louis finally makes his way over to where Harry and Niall are busy in the sandpit, plopping himself down next to Harry, giving him a sweet smile.

"Lou!" Harry excitedly chimes up and throws his arms around the blue eyed boy's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "You're gonna play with us?" He asks hopefully when pulling away.

"Yes Hazzy." Louis replies softly, happy to have Harry's full attention once again, even if it is only for a little while.

"Why do you call him Hazzy?" Niall suddenly chimes up, peeking from behind the giant sand castle.

"Because it's his name." Louis answers like it's the most obvious thing.

"Na-ah! His name is Harry." Niall immediately replies missing the way Louis rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"It's Hazzy." Louis replies adamantly. "I can call him Hazzy because he's my soulmate." He adds proudly, sending the birthday boy a sweet smile.

Niall watches the two boys, his eyebrows knitted together as he takes in and think over Louis' words. "What's a soulmate?" He finally asks.

"It's when you have friend that you're gonna love forever." Louis is happy to explain.

Niall thinks about it for a second. "Can I be your soulmate too?" He asks.

"No."

"Then I'll be Harry's." The Irish lad simply states, jutting out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest.

"You can't." Louis' reply comes immediately.

"Why not?"

"You can only have one." The older boy starts explaining. "And Hazzy is mine. And I am his." He adds matter of factly. "You can ask someone else to be yours."

"Who?" Niall asks, his pout still very noticeable.

"Anyone." Louis answers. "But not Hazzy. He's already has me."

"Can I ask someone at school?"

"Yes." Harry exclaims excitedly. "You can ask Shawny!" He adds, his excitement not wavering.

"Who's Shawny?" Is Louis' immediate reaction while Niall's eyes starts shining at the thought before finally exclaiming an exited "Yes!".

"Who's Shawny?" Louis asks again when neither of the boys answers him the first time.

"It's our friend at school." Niall replies bashfully. "We play together."

Louis huffs. It's bad enough that he has to share Harry with a giggling monster, now there's another boy he knew nothing about.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Louis finally speaks. "Yes. You should ask Shawny to be yours." He says while adding sand to the already huge sandcastle, compacting it with his hand. "And then you can watch over Hazzy when you're at school." He adds, thinking back to Chloé's reasoning about why it's good for Harry to be friends with Niall. "Because I'm in a big school. And I can't look out for him. But you can. You and Shawny." He states. "Until you come to my big school, and then we can all play together."

"Yes Nini!" Harry exclaims. "I can't wait to go to Lou's big school. They'll make us smart. Just like Lou." He adds proudly, looking at Louis. The latter unable to wipe the smile off his face. Harry thinks he's smart?!

"Okay!" Niall doesn't even have to think about it. "I'm gonna ask him." He adds. "But you'll have to play with us, Lou." He bargains. "Everyday."

"Duh." The older boy replies. "We're all going to play together. Even Zayn and Liam, they will play with us." He adds.

"Who's Zayn and Liam?" Niall wonders.

"They're my friends at my big school."

"So they're going to be my friends as well?" Niall asks hopefully.

"I'll ask them if they want to be." Louis solemnly promises, earing himself a sweet smile from both younger boys.

It's been a few weeks and Louis has finally warmed up to the idea of sharing Harry with two other friends.

They've been on a few play dates and it goes without saying that the four of them have become quite close.

When Niall had told him that he was too shy to ask Shawn to be his soulmate, Louis took charge and told his brown eyed friend that Niall is his soulmate. They've been inseparable ever since.

Today though, Louis has invited his own friends over along with Harry, Niall and Shawn. He's beyond excited for all of his friends to finally meet.

That's not the case though.

As soon as he hears the doorbell ring, he dashes downstairs, exclaiming and excited "Hazzy!" as soon as his mom opens the door for the green eyed boy to step inside and he wastes no time in throwing his arms around him. Smiling bashfully when the younger boy only giggles and follows him up the stairs to his room.

"Where's Niall and Shawn? I thought they were coming with you?" Jay asks when Anne comes into view, a tray of freshly baked muffins in her hands.

"They've been grounded." Anne answers, slowly shaking her head.

"What? Why?" Jay exclaims in unbelief. They're five and six years old. They're boys. They're sweet boys. She would know. She's watched them a few times. What could they possibly have done that's bad enough for them to get grounded?

"Shawn pushed a boy at school and then Niall hit him as well." Comes Anne's short and to the point explanation causing Jay's eyes to grow wide in shock. They just don't seem like the violent kind.

"I- why?" Jay finally manages and steps aside making way for Anne to enter and then closing the door behind her.

"Take a wild guess." Is all Anne says when she starts leading the way to the kitchen, shaking her head at the mere thought of what she's about to tell her best friend.

Jay's jaw is hanging slack as she listens to Anne telling her how a boy named Nick wanted to play with Harry and the boys. How everything was going okay until Niall had let it slip that Harry had a soulmate that was going to a big school and the Nick boy told them that you can't have a soulmate when you're still in school. Those words earning him the disapproval of both Niall and Shawn, because they're soulmates and very much still in school. It's only when the boy tried convincing Harry that he could also be his soulmate when they grow older that Niall had lost it a little. Shawn however pushed him when the boy insisted that you can have more than one soulmate when Niall told him you couldn't and he stomped on the little Irish lad's foot resulting in the latter hitting him.

"Oh my God, I feel like this is my fault." Jay finally speaks. "I should have corrected them ages ago." She adds, feeling guilty that she's indulged herself in the cuteness of their sons insisting that they're soulmates when in reality she should have taught them that finding your soulmate is something special that should not be taken lightly. That they're too young to be thinking about it. "Worst mother of the year award goes to me, doesn't it?"

"Hey, no." Anne tries. "You're a great mother! We're good mothers. Don't be too hard on yourself, love." She adds before taking a sip of tea. "They believe they're soulmates and neither of us could find it in our hearts to tell them otherwise. That doesn't make us bad people." She pauses for a second. "It wouldn't necessarily win us mother of the year award." She adds, giggling. "I've tried explaining to Harry that Louis might not be his soulmate but he's adamant that he loves Lou and that makes them soulmates." She sighs. "So I didn't know how to tell him that that's not what being soulmates is about. I'm sure as they get older, they'll learn the true meaning and find that it's okay to just be friends and still love each other, you know." She finishes with a shrug and takes another sip of tea.

Jay purses her lips while thinking over her friend's words. "It'd be hella funny if they were though." She can't help but giggle before taking a bite of her muffin.

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