#he never got the comfort he tried to give tina

[qbdream]

anyone else laying here thinking about how everyone else in squid craft died with their friends around them, holding them, crying for them,

except for dream. dream died alone.

#he never got to see george and sapnap be torn away from his body because they wouldnt leave him #he never got the comfort he tried to give tina #he didn't get to say goodbye. #sc2 #its 2:30 in the morning i am BRAINROTTING !!!!!!! ive been going insane on privtwt this is the first take maybe only take i'm posting here #bc its gonna make me CRY!!!!!!!!!

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | S.H.

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, sad ending, allusions to cheating, heartbreak, break up, King!Steve, popular!reader, poorly proofread

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader | Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Steve is slipping through your fingers and you desperately hold onto him not realizing that his heart isn't yours anymore.

Word count: 2k

Note: This is only the preview, I wanted to see how this will do before I write the actual story! @take-everything-you-can thank you for listening to my ideas and helping with more!

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The red wine is seeping through his shirt, staining his soft skin with it’s stickiness. He clumsily tries to wipe it off with a random cloth he found in Tina's bathroom, as though it would help, as though he could undo it, as though the redness hasn’t already stained too much of the blue material. 

He is mumbling incoherent words under his breath. 

You roll your eyes, reaching for the cloth in his hands, “it’s not coming off, Steve–”

“It’s coming,” he mumbles, drunkenly.

You sigh, walking around him, you put the cloth on the counter and reach out to him, cupping his cheeks, “come on, just let me take you home.” 

“Why don’t you go home?” 

He looks down at you with a look in his eyes that you aren’t familiar with. He furrows his brows as he looks into your eyes, searching for something that he won’t find in your eyes, ever. 

You are scared of it, you are scared of him, of what he feels, of what changed. You act like you don’t know what changed, you act like you are clueless, you act like you are unaware of everything that’s been going on behind your back. But you know everything. 

You know that Steve isn’t who you want him to be. 

He is King Steve and you are the queen of Hawkins High– you didn’t give that title to yourself, you never would, in a way it’s humiliating to you that people claim you to be some sort of queen, some mere girl that people look up to for some reason. You are nothing but a simple girl and Steve is nothing but a simple guy but unlike you, he loves the attention, especially the one he gets from all the girls, the ones that make him feel desired. You always hated the way he flirted with them even when he was already with you– he said he only did it because of Tommy and the other guys from the team, they always encouraged him to flirt with them. You didn't understand it, you would never do that to him. His flirtations were only halfhearted and he never actually did anything but it did nothing to make you feel better. Still, you stayed with him because you loved him and because you knew that he only did it for show, to keep up his stupid reputation.

After all he did only have eyes for you. Only you were allowed to see sides of him that no one else saw, only you got lingering looks, soft touches and kisses, only you got to lay in his arms and listen to the beat of his heart, only you were his girl, his only girl. Only you got all the I love you's.

He took you out on dates, he gave you flowers, he kissed you in his car, in downtown bars, behind the school, in his room, in your room. He made you happy like no one else did. He once did.

You were his first love, you had hoped that you would be his only love but then she came along and his love for you was just gone. 

When he suddenly stopped flirting with every girl that batted her lashes at him, you had hoped that he finally stopped caring about what his friends thought, you had hoped that he was finally ready to show everyone that he wasn’t like that, that he wasn’t some playboy who needed more than his girlfriend to keep him interested and satisfied but that was simply too much to wish for. You were a fool for considering that in the first place.

His eyes strayed away from you weeks ago, he had set his eyes on her, the girl that stole him and his heart away from you like it was nothing.  

Nancy Wheeler. 

The pretty freshman who was assigned to be his partner in some stupid history project. 

You knew that he was gone the moment he stopped calling you every night just to hear your voice before going to bed, you knew that his love had started to vanish when even after the project was over, he kept canceling or even forgetting date nights, you knew that his heart wasn’t yours anymore when you caught him staring at her with a look in his eyes that you wished to see when he looked at you. 

He isn’t yours anymore but you still hold onto him because he is still here, right in front of you and he puts his hand around your wrists, not hers. He looks into your eyes, not hers. But he doesn’t look at you with love or adoration in his eyes, no. He looks at you with something– with nothing. There is nothing in his eyes and you can already feel yourself growing sick because you know that this is it. You knew this was coming, you knew this would happen eventually, he will leave you, for her. 

You don’t know what happened between them, if anything happened at all, you don’t know if he crossed that line yet, he did emotionally but did he physically?

Your heart begins to pound in your chest, the sound of the music outside is too loud, even when you are stuck in this bathroom with your very drunk boyfriend who is about to shatter your heart into tiny little pieces, you still hear the music and it’s hurting your ears. Your throat tightens and your vision blurs. You feel like you are suffocating. 

“W-Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, not even recognizing your own voice, it’s so shaky and so far away. 

Steve frowns, he shakes his head a little as he keeps looking at you. His eyes flicker down to your cheeks, to your nose that he used to kiss every time he would say goodbye, your lips that are trembling from the fear that is running through your body, he holds your wrists tighter as he looks back into your tear filled eyes.

What is he doing? 

You step closer to him, blinking those tears away, you whisper his name, begging and pleading with your eyes. You love him. God, you love him so much. 

He says your name. Not baby, not honey, not babe, not princess. He says your name. 

“L-Let’s go home, okay?” You mumble shakily, tearing your eyes away from his, “let’s just go home together.” 

"Together?" He slurs as he stumbles forward a little, you steady him by grabbing his waist.

“Yeah, you wanted to stay with me, remember?” 

“I-I don’t wanna stay with you, I don’t wanna be with– with you,” he mumbles, closing his eyes, he sighs. You smell the alcohol in his breath, the wine on his shirt and it makes you feel nauseous. He grabs your shoulders and suddenly his touch is too much, knowing that it’ll be the last time he touches you. 

“W-What do you mean?”

He is too drunk to see how scared you really are, how hurt you truly are. He is too much of a fool to see anything. 

“You heard me,” he says as he gets closer to your face, “I don’t want to be with you,” he spits. 

You draw back, furrowing your brows and holding your breath as you feel your heart dropping to your stomach, of course you weren’t prepared for this even though you saw it coming. 

“Why not?”

He looks bad, his hair is messy from all the tugging all night, his eyes are red rimmed and he has dark circles beneath them, like he had been up all night, his eyes are filled with so many things yet none at all, right now, you don’t recognize him. 

He is gripping your shoulders tightly, you wish it’s because he is afraid to let you go. 

“I’m not in love with you anymore.” 

And just like that, with a few simple words, he broke your heart. 

Steve Harrington, the man you gave your heart to so willingly, despite your friends warning you about him, despite all the warning signs, you gave him your heart and you never regretted it even though you should have but he was your Steve. He was. 

Steve awaits a reaction from you. He expects you to break down, to slap him, to push him away from you, to ask why but you don’t. In fact, you don’t give him a reaction at all, you just nod at his words, somehow managing to keep the tears from falling, your trembling lip tells him that you do want to cry though but you don’t. 

The bile rises in your throat, you want to throw up, you want to fall to your knees and puke your guts and your heart out but you swallow harshly and close your eyes for a moment, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from sobbing. 

Please wake up, please wake up. You think to yourself, let this be a dream, just a bad dream. You want to wake up, in his arms, in his embrace, you want to feel his kisses on your shoulder, his fingers running through your hair, to hear his morning voice, to hear him say I love you. But you will never get any of it again. It’s over. 

“Okay,” you whisper, shakily. 

You step away from him, pushing his hands off your shoulders, you nod to yourself as you open your eyes to look at him one last time, “okay.” 

An unfamiliar feeling runs through him, gripping at his heart, it hurts and he suddenly feels nauseous. He blinks and stares at you as though he doesn’t understand what just happened. 

You look into each other’s eyes, you both drown everything else out, the voices outside, the music and the ongoing party. 

It’s over. 

You feel grief, the way you felt it all this time already, knowing that this was coming. 

He feels it too, though he doesn’t understand it yet. He doesn’t understand what a huge mistake he just made, how much he will despise himself for doing this to you, how much he will come to regret this. When he feels the loss of your touch, his heart begins to understand a little. 

Deep down you know that he will come back to you, he will. 

Unable to stand around him any longer, you step away, “I’ll get Tommy or something, he’ll drive you home–”

“What about you?” He asks as though he didn’t just tell you that he doesn’t want to be with you.

Your heart is hurting, it’s hurting so badly that you start to forget what it ever felt like to be loved by him. Your tears threaten to fall so you step around him and reach for the doorknob, “goodbye, Steve.” 

He says your name but you don’t dare to turn around to face him, you keep the sob in, pushing it down as you open the door and step out of the room.

By the time the door slams shut, you are already crying, the tears are streaming down your face as you rush through the hallway and down the stairs, not caring about the looks of curiosity of the people around you, you don’t care about anything right now. 

You stumble down the stairs, almost crashing on the hardwood floor if it wasn’t for your friend catching you before you can even take the fall. 

“Hey, oh my god, are you okay?” She asks as she steadies you, watching you with concern in her blue eyes. 

You shake your head as you look at her. 

She looks around as though she is searching for someone but when her eyes settle on him standing by the stairs, not walking down just yet, she knows that it’s him who made you cry. 

She rolls her eyes, putting her arm around you, she pulls you away from the stairs and out of the house, wrapping her cardigan around you after you both step out into the cold. The front door closes and despite the loud music, the laughter and all the people around him, Steve swears that he heard it shut, it echoed and it made him wince in pain. 

He doesn’t understand the deep regret in his chest, the pain in his heart and the confusion in his soul. 

He doesn’t understand it yet. 

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst

[headkiss]

i miss you, i’m sorry

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: inspired by the gracie abrams song. you and steve had been best friends since you were little. when he got with nancy things changed, but he’s determined to make it right.

word count: 5.9k

warnings: angst, smut, fluff!!

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so it’s not very good BUT i’m happy with the rest of this fic and i hope u guys are too :)

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It was Halloween and instead of being at Tina’s party—that you weren’t invited to—with everyone else in your grade, you were laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Ankles crossed and hands resting on your stomach, overthinking and restless.

It’s not like you even wanted to go to the party; a bunch of drunk people around that didn’t care about your presence one bit weren’t all that enticing. You just wished you were with a certain person who was definitely attending said party. But you didn’t really want to think about that.

Steve Harrington had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. You met as kids, becoming ‘best friends forever’ in the first five minutes of knowing each other. Up until a couple of months ago, that had stayed true, a promise unbroken.

The two of you grew up together, going through life as a unit, knowing the other would always be right there. When you were younger, the idea of losing him seemed so impossible that you had never even considered it.

He would climb through your window when things with his parents were tough, needing someone’s affection when theirs was so absent from his life. You would let him in without hesitation, often leaving your window unlocked just in case he came by and when he did, you welcomed him by lifting the corner of your sheets, giving him the okay to lay next to you.

Countless nights were spent with his hushed voice confiding in you, your eyes and ears focused on him to make sure he knew you were listening. Your parents knew about these sleepovers, but they also knew enough about Steve’s situation to know that he needed someone, and they were happy to see the two of you remain so close throughout the years.

Whenever school dances came around you would opt to go together, preferring to avoid the whole task of finding dates. That changed when high school hit and he became ‘King Steve,’ reigning popular boy of Hawkins High. Despite his sudden popularity, he remained by your side when he wasn’t with his asshole friends. And you were the only one he would make sure they didn’t say a word about.

But then, he started dating Nancy Wheeler, and the dynamic between you and him fell apart. He tried at first. Tried to stay close to you. But, eventually, he just drifted away. All of his spare time was spent with Nancy and it was like he completely forgot about you.

No more nighttime visits through the window. No more study sessions that would end up in movie nights when you both got frustrated. No more drive thru dinners. No more Steve.

Losing him affected you more than you let on. He was your person, your best friend, and he abandoned you like it was nothing. You never realized that he was your only close friend until he was gone, and you were left with nobody to talk to.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you hear tapping on your window, and you know there’s only one person it could be.

After Steve’s fight with Nancy at the party, he didn’t know where else to go. He knew you were upset with him, and that you had every right to be. But when he found your window locked, it still hurt. Knowing that you had locked it to keep him out. He was the only one who would rather use a window than a front door.

He knew he had a lot to do for your forgiveness, but he wasn’t concerned about that at the moment, he just needed the comfort you provided. The safety of your room, with your sheets, and you in it. He needed his best friend, even if you hated him at the moment. You were the only one he could really open up to about this.

When he knocks on the window once again, you get up and walk over to unlock it. You turn away from the window right away, leaving Steve to open it and climb through on his own. Once he’s inside and the window’s shut, you turn to look at him. He’s nervous, shifting back and forth on his feet, eyes wandering around your room. He clears his throat to speak but you beat him to it.

“What are you doing here, Steve?” You’re upset, and confused, and you need him to explain himself but you don’t even know if you want to hear it.

“Nancy and I had a fight, I… I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in months, and now you’re just back? What am I supposed to think?”

“I’m sorry, I am, and I can explain but I just- I don’t know how and I needed someone and you’re the only person I have.”

“So now that Nancy’s mad at you, you need me?”

“Please. I promise I’ll explain everything in the morning. Please can I stay here?”

You’re not proud of how fast you accept this. But if he promised to explain himself, is letting him stay really all that bad? You don’t think so. This is Steve, he may not be your Steve anymore but, maybe he could be. If he keeps his promise.

Instead of replying, you lay back down on your bed, under the covers this time, and hold up the corner for him just like you used to.

His breath of relief is audible at your acceptance. He toes off his shoes and takes off his jacket before laying down next to you, already feeling calmer. The two of you are on your sides facing each other, cheeks pressed into the pillows.

This position is so familiar for both of you. You’ve done this so many times but now it’s different. There’s a distance between the two of you that was never there. Still, despite this distance Steve has the urge to hold you, just like he used to. To wrap and arm around your waist and pull you into him. To feel your warmth and fall asleep in it. He guesses at this point, it can’t hurt to ask.

Your name is spoken softly into your room, “can I hold you? I know I messed up but,” his voice cracks, and your chest hurts at the sound. “I always sleep better when you’re with me.”

You decide it’d be too hard to really talk to him at the moment, or to deny him, so instead you turn around and face away from him. He takes this as a rejection, though, and when he doesn’t wrap his arm around you like usual you peek at him over your shoulder.

“I thought you always liked to be the big spoon, Harrington,” you say before laying back down and scooching yourself closer to him, grabbing his arm and letting him take the hint to do the rest.

He smiles softly and pulls your body into his, as close as possible as if a cuddle could bridge the gaps in your relationship.

You close your eyes and try to push the racing thoughts out of your head in order to get some sleep. You think you could be dreaming, because you don’t believe how Steve ended up back here so suddenly.

Unlike you, Steve feels completely at ease. Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system or maybe it’s just being around you again, but he swears he’s never felt calmer in his life. He falls asleep quickly, surrounded by your scent.

You can tell when he’s fallen asleep, his grip around your waist relaxing the slightest bit, soft puffs of air hitting the back of your neck in a steady rhythm. Maybe it’s him or maybe it’s just exhaustion catching up with you, but you fall asleep shortly after him, drifting off with the sleepy thought that you finally have your boy back.

In the morning, Steve wakes up before you. He’s disoriented at first, confused as to how he ended up in your room. It comes back to him quickly. The party, his fight with Nancy, climbing through your window because he needed your comfort, promising to explain things to you in the morning, falling asleep with you in his hold.

Before he knows it, he’s panicking. He promised you an explanation but he doesn’t even know if he has one to give. He needs time to think of it. Time to organize his thoughts and unpack what Nancy had said to him the night prior.

‘Like it’s great. Like we’re in love with each other and not other people and we’re partying’

In love with other people? Steve was in love with Nancy as far as he knew. So why on earth would she say that as if they were both harbouring feelings for other people. She was drunk. She didn’t know what she was saying.

He had to talk to Nancy before he could even begin to figure out what to say to you. He knew he did. As carefully as possible, Steve removed his arm from its position around your waist, untangling his legs from yours trying his best not to wake you. Once he was successfully out of your bed with you still sleeping soundly, he put his shoes and jacket back on, grabbed a sticky note and pen from your desk, and wrote you a note. Before climbing all the way back out the window, he spared a glance back at your sleeping figure. Hair spread across the pillow, sunlight peeking through and shining on your face. With his heart racing and hands shaking, for reasons he didn’t even understand, he climbed the rest of his way out of your window and into the early morning air.

You woke up a few hours after he had left. Eyes fluttering open and limbs stretching out before you realized he was gone. At first, you thought you had dreamt the whole night, but the rumpled sheets on his side of the bed proved otherwise. So did the note left on your nightstand.

‘I know I promised I’d explain in the morning. I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna figure this out. Please let me talk to you when I’m ready. - Steve’

Wait for him? Again? He left you there after you let him back into your life with open arms in a single night. And now he wanted you to wait around for an explanation you should’ve had by now? No way. He broke your trust again in such a short amount of time, you couldn’t let him do it once more.

For the next week, you completely avoided Steve at school. Not that it was difficult. He wasn’t even trying to talk to you. You were so lost about what happened. Was he just drunk? He didn’t seem to be overly intoxicated. Maybe he just needed someone, not you in particular. And maybe he knew that it was almost impossible for you to say no to him, even after everything.

Steve felt awful about leaving you the way he did. With nothing but a small note and a broken promise. But in his panicked state that morning, that was the best he could do. He spoke to Nancy the same day he left your house. She showed up to his basketball practice and demanded an explanation.

“What happened last night?”

“Really Nance? Okay let me sum it up for you. You got drunk, said I’m bullshit, that we’re bullshit, that we’re both apparently in love with other people blah blah blah and, oh yeah! Your new boyfriend Johnathan took you home. That about cover it?”

She was taken aback by his outburst, but she felt awful about how the night had played out, “Steve, I’m so sorry. I was drunk.. I didn’t know what I was saying!”

“So you’re not in love with him?” Her lack of response was all the confirmation he needed. “Okay, then you should go be with him, not me. I’m bullshit anyways.”

“This is for the better, Steve. You can be with y/n. I know how you feel about her anyways.”

“Woah woah woah. What are you talking about? She’s my friend, or.. she was.”

“You should really figure this out. She loves you, I can tell. You love her too, even if you don’t know it.”

With that, she walked away, leaving Steve even more confused than he was before. In love with you? No way.

Steve loved you, he had for most of his life, through runny noses and first-grade jitters, through the awkward middle school phases, through the fear of starting high school, even through his absence in your life. But in love with you? He was in love with Nancy, wasn’t he? You were his best friend—not at the moment but he was determined to fix that—and he felt love for you but was it ever more than platonic? Looks like there’s another thing for him to think about.

He’d never been so confused in his life, and he couldn’t talk to the one person in his life who would know what to say, because that person was you. He knew that the longer he took to sort out the mess that was his head, the less of a chance there was to get you back into his life. Which only added to the stress he was feeling surrounding the whole situation. He was an idiot for letting you slip away the first time, for not making an effort, for getting swept away by his romance with Nancy. But doing it again? When he’d convinced you to let him explain after cuddling with you as if nothing had ever happened. He was so stupid.

You tried your best not to think about him. Though that proved to be impossible. Everything reminded you of him and of your friendship. That one table in the library where you’d force him to get his homework done with you, the phantom sounds of tapping on your window, the vending machine that he somehow always managed to get snacks from for free. You couldn’t escape him no matter how hard you tried.

The worst part is, you’d been in love with Steve for a long time, and despite what had occurred recently, you still were. All you wanted was for him to realize you’d been right there all along. That you always would be, even when he hurt you the way he did. He would always be your Steve, even if he didn’t know that, and you would forever be his.

You spent your days counting down the hours until you could go home. Until you could put on your comfiest sweats—which may have previously belonged to Steve—and lock yourself in your room. Hiding under the sheets, heartbroken and embarrassed. Embarrassed you had let him back in so quickly, that you ignored everything he did because all you wanted was to be held by him. Every time you thought about what happened, how he left you that morning, your eyes would fill with tears. You’d press the heel of your hands to your eyes, never letting them fall. You were afraid that if you started to cry, you wouldn’t stop.

Your main distraction of choice was watching cheesy romance movies, which didn’t really help. Watching all those couples live their happily ever afters while you were sulking in your room over an unrequited love was definitely counterproductive. But you had nothing better to do.

Days continued to pass by slowly, and before you knew it, it was December. You and Steve had spoken very little since Halloween. The only time you interacted was when you were both somehow babysitting the crew of kids in the midst of an interdimensional battle. The only time you’d speak to each other was if the safety of the group was in question, other than that, it was like usual.

Maybe you were ignoring the way he always placed himself between you and the danger at hand, whether it was a demodog or the absolute asshole that was Billy Hargrove. Maybe you were ignoring the way you felt his gaze focused on you whenever you were in the same room. You did notice the way he’d look away as soon as you would face him. But you’d always turn away before you could see his cheeks turn pink, blushing every time he was caught staring at you.

But, after the whole upside down situation was taken care of, everything with Steve went back to the way it was before. No words spoken at all, never being caught in the same area unless you happened to share a class. By then, you had given up waiting for Steve’s ‘explanation,’ convinced it was never actually going to happen. Maybe that note was his way of saying goodbye. Leaving you on a cliffhanger, a comma and not a period. Like maybe he wanted to rub it in a little. Make you hold onto hope when it was pointless.

Little did you know Steve was still sorting out his mind. The chaos with the kids and the upside down surely didn’t speed things along, they derailed everything he had already planned to say to you. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being involved in it, but there you were. He didn’t even think about what he was doing when he’d push himself in front of you, like protecting you was in his nature.

After everything, you had taken Max under your wing, becoming the older sibling figure she deserved in her life. Just like Steve had with Dustin. When the middle school Snow Ball was announced, you volunteered to take Max, considering her ‘brother’ couldn’t be bothered and her mom was busy. You were happy to do it, to see the kids have a good night after all the terror they had to deal with.

That brought you here, in the Hawkins Middle School parking lot, watching her go inside before finding a proper parking spot for your car. A few minutes later, the notorious BMW pulled into the spot next to you. Great.

As soon as Steve saw your car sitting there, he knew he had to take the opportunity to talk to you. He was well aware of how much explaining and convincing he had to do. But he had to try. He had finally sorted everything out, the gate was closed, and he was in love with you.

He got out of his car and knocked on your passenger window. You simply looked at him through the glass and then turned away. Now he wanted to talk to you? Well that time had passed.

He knocked again, pleadingly, “please, y/n, let me in. I know I messed up.. big time. And I know I have a lot to explain. I’m going to, if you just let me, please?” His voice was muffled, but you heard every word. You chose not to react, keeping your head forward, acting like he wasn’t even there. He had to get your attention somehow, so, here it went.

“I’m in love with you.”

That got you. Your head whipped around to look at him through the window. You knew you shouldn’t, that he was probably saying it just so you’d listen to him, but you unlocked the car and beckoned him inside with a tilt of your head.

He climbed inside as soon as you let him, clumsily falling into the seat next to you and shutting the door. The silence was so thick, impatient. You were not about to start talking first. That was his job.

“I’m in love with you, y/n. Everything that happened when I was with Nancy was a mistake,” he thought about how she was the reason he realized his feelings for you, “well, maybe not everything, but I’ll explain that.”

You were so lost with what he was saying. He was talking so fast, rushed, afraid that you were gonna turn him away before he could finish. The only reply you could muster was a shake of your head. He continued, pushing forward.

“No, listen to me. I was so caught up in Nancy that I let you think you weren’t as important to me. But you’re more. You’re the most important, actually.”

“Why are you saying this now? You promised me this would’ve come weeks ago, Steve.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry. So sorry. But I panicked. That night, at Tina’s, Nancy was drunk and she said a lot of shit that I had to think about.”

“I don’t understand..”

But he kept going, hoping that, maybe, if he could tell you the full story you would understand. You would believe him when he told you he loved you, because he did.

“She told me I was bullshit, that our whole relationship was bullshit because we were in love with other people. I was so freaked out because I didn’t even know I was in love with someone other than her. Turns out she was right, though.”

He was looking right into your eyes during the last part. Convincing you to listen, to really pay attention because he had so much to tell you.

“So then I took time to sort out my feelings, y’know? I wanted to give you an explanation that morning, really, I did. But I couldn’t. I wanted it to be clear. And it wasn’t then.”

“I would’ve understood if you told me that. But a note and an empty side of the bed, Steve, really?”

“I know. But I was freaking out, I wasn’t thinking straight. And then, when I did figure it out, that stupid upside down shit had to interfere.”

You couldn’t believe he was sitting there next to you actually explaining everything. You convinced yourself he was never going to talk to you again. And yet, here he was. His eyes shining, focused on you and your reaction to every word he was saying.

“When all of that happened, when we somehow became babysitters—which we were pretty damn good at, by the way—I was so scared that you’d get hurt that I couldn’t focus on really talking to you. I just wanted to keep you safe. It’s stupid, I know but-”

“It’s not stupid, Steve. I wanted you to be safe, too.”

He grinned at that, happy to hear that you, to some level, felt the same as him, “yeah? Guess we were in the same boat then, babe. Anyways, um, that kind of brings us to now? I think. I miss you, y/n. And I’m sorry.”

You looked down at his hand that was resting on the centre console of your car, deciding to grab it. Lacing your fingers together, a sign of truce, of acceptance. Steve’s heart was pounding in his chest, and you holding his hand only made it beat harder. But, he had one more thing to say.

“I meant what I said before.”

“What part, Steve?”

“The part where I’m in love with you. I have been for a really long time, I was just too fucking stupid to see it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, teary-eyed and giddy. Your Steve was sitting there, right next to you, hand in yours, telling you he loved you. You had imagined it happening so many times, and now it was.

“I’m in love with you too, Stevie.”

Stevie. A name only you called him. He missed hearing it so much and he was never taking it for granted again. As soon as you uttered that nickname—not to mention the fact that you loved him too—he knew he had a real shot with you. To make this real. He was so happy in this moment, feeling hopeful and complete with you.

“I’m gonna make it all up to you, babe, I swear. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

“How about you stop talking and kiss me now?”

He didn’t need to be told again. He took his free hand—the one not holding yours—and gently cupped your face. Running his thumb along your cheek once, then twice, before leaning in and kissing you. This kiss was a long time coming.

You kissed him back as soon as his lips were on yours, completely lost in him. Steve kissed you as if he was trying to apologize with his actions, to convey that he truly did love you. You believed him, of course. His lips were soft, but his kiss was firm, convincing yet pliant. A push and pull full of emotions that had you pulling yourself over the console and into his lap. Thighs on either side of his, now sitting slightly higher than him, hands on his shoulders.

When you climbed into his lap, he pulled away, looking at you in such awe it left your cheeks feeling warm under his intense gaze. His hands were now resting on your waist, thumbs brushing your sides softly as you looked at each other.

Then, you were kissing him again, hands moving to bury themselves in his hair, which was as soft as ever. Both of your movements became frantic, heated. His hands pushing your shirt up to feel your bare skin. The kiss became wandering hands and dancing tongues, pulling hair and a panting breath before diving back in.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, Steve took the time to kiss your neck, using a hand to cradle your head to the side to gain more access. He was everywhere, all around you at once. The feeling of him sucking a mark into your neck had you grinding on him. Feeling him through his jeans and moving your hips to get yourself as close to him as possible.

“Fuck, I love you,” was spoken into the skin of your neck when Steve felt you start moving over him. Even through the layers of clothes, it was the best thing he’d ever experienced. Because it was with you.

He imagined scenarios like this time and time again in his head, but nothing could compare to the real thing. To the feel of you all over him. Your hands in his hair, panting and gasping because of his lips on your neck, grinding on him because you needed it. Needed him. He was completely encompassed by all things you and he was in awe.

When you let out a whimper into the quiet of the car, windows beginning to fog, he knew he had to do more than kiss you. To prove to you just how much he cared. How he was never going to mess up like he did. The two of you were so glad you had parked in a secluded spot in the lot, not giving yourselves away because nobody was near.

Steve’s hands slid up from your sides all the way to the underwire of your bra, pulling away from your neck to look at your face and how you were reacting to him, to his hands and his mouth.

“Can I touch you?”

You were arching into him, body begging for him to do something, “yes, please.”

He didn’t hesitate after that, his hands moving to your chest. He was tentative at first, afraid that if he went too fast, you’d disappear. But, when he didn’t see any hesitation on your end, he went for it. Squeezing your tits and moaning at the feeling of them in his hands. Surging forward to kiss you again and swallow every single sound coming out of your mouth.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. When Steve moaned as he was touching you, you were done for. He moaned and you didn’t even have to do anything. His thumbs brushing over your nipples through your soft-cupped bra had you moving over him faster, desperate for anything at all. You pulled away from his kiss, too out of breath to keep up the rhythm. Resting your forehead against his, you couldn’t help but notice how he looked in this moment. Cheeks flushed and messy hair, kissed lips and eyes dark with want.

“You’re so pretty, Stevie.”

“You think so? Well you’re prettier. Pretty, pretty girl. Look at you.”

Even his words had you whimpering, “please. Do something. I need it.”

“What is it you need, pretty. C’mon, tell me.”

You huffed impatiently. He was such a tease, a smug look on his face at your reaction. More than satisfied at his ability to rile you up. To have you flustered and needy all for him.

You were whining now, “Steve. Touch me.”

He was quick to fulfill your request, his hands moving down your body to the waistband of your jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping them before teasing his fingers along the lace edge of your underwear. Fingers featherlight and cheeky.

You were way too turned on to wait any longer, so you grabbed his hand and pushed it under your waistband, guiding his fingers exactly where you needed them.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Shut up and do something.”

“I was getting there, pretty.”

He slipped two fingers down to your entrance, coating them with the wetness that had gathered there before moving back to your clit. Rubbing and moving just right.

“Did you get this wet for me?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

At your remark, he moved his fingers back down and pushed them inside of you, quickly but in the perfect kind of rush.

“Fuck, Stevie. Baby-”

“Mmm, call me that again and I’ll make you come. I’ll make it so good for you.”

He was thrusting his fingers now, manoeuvring his hand so his thumb could brush your clit on every stroke. The air in the car was thick, condensation on every window. It was full of unspoken words and hushed promises. Full of the new future for the two of you. Full of ‘I love you’s.

“Please make me come, baby.”

“Holy shit. You’re so hot. All mine.”

The thought of you being his, for real this time, amazed you. After so much time full of longing and pining and friendship that you never thought could've been more. You were truly, fully his.

You dipped your head back and kissed him again. Moving your hands from his hair to his belt, undoing it with shaky hands. Then undoing his jeans and pushing them, as well as his boxers down to free his hard cock from its confines. Pulling away from the kiss you moan because, fuck, he was really good, then spitting on your hand and kissing him again as you started to jerk him off.

“Oh my god. Fuck me, y/n.”

The kiss was messy now, the both of you panting and moaning so much that you were barely able to keep a steady rhythm. Simply keeping your mouths close together, breathing in every single sound you could. Like that would make you closer somehow, like you would fully become one.

“I’m so close, baby.”

“Gonna come for me, pretty? Go on, I can feel you squeezin’ me.”

As if his words were magic, your orgasm hit you. Shaking in his hold, eyes falling shut at the intensity. His name leaving your mouth over and over. As you came down, you reached for the lever on the side of the seat, pushing it as far back as it would go. Then, you sunk onto your knees onto the floor of your car.

After you pulled yourself off his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, tasting you off his fingers. Then you were on the ground, ready to suck him off. He was in shock. You, his favorite person in the world, his beautiful best friend who he was in love with, who was in love with him, on your knees for him. What a dream.

You took him into your mouth, working him with your tongue, and your hand. You wanted him to feel the way you did. To come because of you.

“Shit, pretty. Keep doing that.”

You hummed against him, the vibrations getting him even closer, and when you took him down your throat, he just couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Gonna come.”

And he did. Hard. Hips jerking forward as he came into your mouth, you swallowed every bit of it. You wanted him in every single way you could have him.

“Damn. Get up here.”

Steve pulled you back up into his lap, kissing you softly. He had to convey to you how much it all meant. That this wasn’t just a hookup to him. This was everything. He knew he still had a lot of making up to do, but he wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste.

You pulled away from him, fixing your pants, him doing the same to his. You were nervous now, not knowing what to say after what happened, but you needed to try. For him, for yourself. You moved back into your seat, creating a small distance just so you could focus on talking to him. If you stayed too close, he’d distract you and you’d probably end up with his dick in your mouth again.

“This doesn’t mean you’re fully forgiven, Harrington.”

“Yeah I know. I’m gonna make it up to you, pretty. I swear.”

You could feel the weight of his words, feel that he really meant them. You had never pictured your love for Steve coming out this way, but you were glad it did, that you made it through a difficult time with him. That he confessed first, knowing you needed to hear it from him before you could ever muster up the courage to tell him how you felt. He knew that, and he was the only one that knew you well enough to read you so well.

“Hey, Stevie?”

“Yeah, pretty?”

“I really am in love with you. So much it’s crazy. I have been for a long time but I just couldn’t say it. So thank you. For saying it first. For coming back to me.”

“I’ll always come back to you, y/n. I go wherever you do. You’re never gonna get rid of me now. I love you too much to let that happen.”

“Never?”

“Never ever.”

You were holding hands on the centre console again, his thumb running over your knuckles subconsciously. You didn’t even realize when that had happened, like the two of you simply gravitated towards each other. A simple touch, but one of a lover.

“Let me take you on a date, pretty.”

“I’d really like that, Stevie.”

All of a sudden, you noticed students starting to exit the school. You hadn’t realized you and Steve spent the entire dance talking—and maybe doing some other things—but you weren’t complaining. The end of the night was significantly better than the beginning. Steve back in your life, in love with you.

“Guess it’s time to get the kids home, huh? Henderson’s never gonna let me hear the end of it if he finds me in your car. He’s already been on my ass enough.”

You laughed softly, glad that Dustin and Steve had such a dynamic relationship. “Yeah Max is probably gonna kill me if she knows what went on in here while she was gone.”

“I’ll get outta here. So that date? How’s Saturday sound? I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

He quickly kissed you one last time before getting out of the car and climbing into his, giving you a rushed ‘see you then, pretty girl!’ before shutting the door.

You couldn’t wait.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington requests #steve harrington one shot

[eeclare]

I was at the beach today so here are some bobs burgers beach headcanons

Bob applies LAYERS of sunscreen to himself

It’s pretty gross looking, actually

To the point where even Linda is like “yikes” 😬

It’s fine though because at some point (always sooner than later) Louise WILL dump a pail of water in him

She says it’s for the prank but irl she just thinks that her dad slathered in sunscreen in public is of the utmost embarrassment

Gene and Tina wholeheartedly agree

Gene isn’t allowed to bring his keyboard to the beach anymore

There was an incident

But the family doesn’t talk about it so just drop it, okay?

So yeah

He brings a little radio instead

And Gene just plays the most unhinged shit

Drives Louise crazy (so she says)

Honestly, it bothers Tina even more bcs it makes her senses go brrrrrr in a bad way

she does NOT vibe with the gummy bear song

Gene wears a swim shirt/rash guard

And despite the fact that she hates it, Louise's swimsuit has one of those cute ruffled skirts attached to it

She's tried to cut it off but Linda ALWAYS sews it back on again

Linda brings wine coolers disguised inside her travel thermos (stanley knock off??)

But she has extras in the cooler

Obvi bobby brings his portable grill

his burger of the day is the "Beach Burger"

Just a reg burg except he arranges the sesame seeds into a sand dollar pattern

well, an attempted sand dollar pattern

tbh he gets through one burger bun and gives up

To make up for it he attempted to add fish sauce to the burger meat, but it's okay bcs Gene spit it at him and he got the message

Bob also wears a rash guard btw

Linda is a bikini lady; always red, always high waisted

Tina just sticks with the sexy one piece with the wonky stripe

Louise will always invite her friends along

and they always end up coming, much to bob's chagrin

Andy and Ollie let her bury them up to their necks in sand

Rudy (who not only wears a rash guard, but it's a long sleeved rash guard) just watches from a distance

He really does not like it when any parent gets him in trouble, let alone bob

Gene tans, he loves it

It's a lifestyle, not a skin colour

Linda is right behind him on that one

Tina spends most of her time collecting shells and cool rocks she finds

One time she found a heart-shaped stone and gave it to Jimmy jr

but he thought she was handing him a skipping stone so he chucked it right back into the water

(Zeke spent the rest of the day trying to find it, but it was gone forever)

Louise loves skipping rocks

but literally only because it means that she can throw rocks at people on purpose and say that she's just practicing

Bob ends up with wicked tan lines

Every time he takes off his shirt, for weeks afterwards Louise screams bloody murder

Louise can't really swim

she can pull off a mean doggy paddle but quite frankly she doesn't like getting her ears wet

Tina is the strongest swimmer of all of them

but even still, she mostly just sinks

Gene just floats

The kids are pretty sure they have never seen bob get in the water

Something that he denies, even though it's true

He can swim

He just chooses not to

Linda doesn't get in the water much anymore but she used to be an avid swimmer

She briefly got back into it during her syncro phase but after she embarrassed herself and her kids so it didn't last too long

but she does like to go to some sort of community centre pool sometimes just to swim a couple laps

Anyway

when Linda's at the beach she, like Gene, spends most of her time tanning

where else do you think he got it from?

The only difference is that she makes Gene put at least a little sunblock on

While Linda herself does not put any on at all and gets horrifically burned

BUT its okay! Her skin eventually peels off into a nice, dark tan

bob is terrified of her getting skin cancer, and honestly, its a valid concern

One Linda brushes off, naturally

Tina and Louise LOVE the feeling of the hot sand on their feet

Louise loves the beach because she can comfortably go shoeless

Gene, however, wears his red sneakers

just without socks

stinky boy

Bob also wears a sunhat btw

It's linda's, but as if she uses it lolol

It makes him look classy

Louise WILL clown him for it tho

#I wrote these when I was actually at the beach in august #but i forgot about it #so here we #summer in the winter #bob’s burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #character headcanons #bobs burgers headcanon #bob belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #gene belcher #linda belcher #headcannons

[topaz-carbuncle]

OC in 15: Valerie Michaelis

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @crownleys! <3

I have been missing Val and Nate a lot recently, so it's been fun to go through my older stuff for this, especially as she's the OC who got the most love so far in terms of written dialogue!

Dialogue from posted works will be marked with " <x>"!

1: "Nate...I'm sorry, but I couldn't just sit and hide while you got hurt, especially not because of me. I might not be anything special, like you four are, but do you think I could bear to stand by and watch you get hurt either? I know that you are trying to protect me and I appreciate that so much…But you need to let me work with you, as a team. You need to trust that I can do this, that I can be a part of your world." <x>

2: “I promise. I’m sorry for worrying you, I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you,” she gives him a watery giggle, a giggle that transforms into a shy smile as he raises a neat eyebrow at her- urging her to continue, “we really make quite the pair, don’t we? Constantly worried for the other, to the point of ignoring our own safety and how it would affect those around us.” <x>

3: As if on cue, Val’s melodic voice cuts through Adam’s rant before Nate could even raise a hand to interrupt him. “Aww, you do care about me!” <x>

4: With her hands still on his chest, she looks up at him bashfully, biting her lip as she considers her words. “Is this a bad time to admit that, despite being the one to suggest that we come to the beach, I don’t actually know how to swim…?” <x>

5: “Well, most children who have parents to take them on holiday probably do.” She struggles to keep the bitterness out of her voice, wincing slightly as she sees the sadness in Nate’s eyes, the same sadness that plagues him whenever she brought up her childhood...Or lack thereof. “But this is my first holiday! My first family holiday, so it would be nice if one of you could teach me…?” <x>

6: “Punishment… what punishment?” Before she can fully register the situation, a cold gust of wind brushes past her as she stares up at Mason in confusion, slowly realising that her vampiric defence had vanished from in front of her. “Wait… Et tu, Nate?” <x>

7: “I’m not exactly sure where to start,” Val runs her hands through her hair as she paces, the action doing very little to bring her comfort as she tries to pull at the stitches holding her heart and mind together, “or how to start actually… This might take a while. It might take a few days.” <x>

8: “No, she didn’t know. I had changed my emergency contact for the hospital to Tina a few years before that. If Mum knew…she certainly never visited, so there's a good chance she doesn’t know at all. She can’t know, Nate. I’m sorry to throw all this onto you like that.” <x>

9: She cocks an eyebrow up at him before giving him her best dramatic gasp, her hand planted on her chest, "Agent Sewell, do you mean to tell me that you've been snooping through my possessions? What would the others say?"

10: "Yeah well...It's about to sound a lot more like begging in roughly 2 minutes if that disgusting spider isn't dealt with. Are you all here to watch, or can one of you do something since Adam is more content to be a pain in the arse?"

11: "Are you proposing to me, Agent Sewell?" She peers up at him through her eyelashes, the humour in her voice falters as hope takes over.

12: "Am I doing this right?" She breathes out a small laugh at the adorably confused look he sends her way. "I'm not doing a very good job at coherently starting my sentence. It's just… I'm worried that I don't know how to love properly, it's not like I had an example to follow while growing up."

13: “A lot of people prefer putting their thoughts out for the public to read. This can work out well for me when the station finds evidence out in the virtual open like this, you have no idea how many people incriminate themselves through this. Books can be burnt, but this? This stuff is forever, so uh…be careful if you plan on committing any crimes and then posting about it online.”

14: "And you are a powerful man, Agent Sewell."

15: "...Yes Nathaniel ?" <x>

Tagging: @serenpedac @lucysarah-c, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @youre-ackermine, @l3visthighs! (i'm not sure if some of you have oc's that you write for, but it could be fun to show some "reader" dialogues as well / instead of! <3)

#tag games #the wayhaven chronicles #twc detective #i didn't go for the bonus points since half her lines are separated by actions #it was a semi 'bad' habit i had last year when i wrote for val!

[belovedharringrove]

bullshit.

steve didn't remember why he and billy had started arguing. they were at a house party that billy had been invited to and he had decided to drag steve along despite parties not really being his scene anymore. they had been having fun and drinking together and steve started to let go and next thing he knows they're storming out of the house and arguing about something.

"she kissed me! i wasn't even paying attention to her!" steve heard himself hiss angrily and... oh, yeah. some girl had kissed him. now he could see flashes of a blonde that was like a grade below him at school pulling him close by the collar of his shirt and kissing him despite him trying to get away. that's why they were arguing.

steve heard billy let out a mean laugh. "oh, really?" the blond scoffed, taking an angry drag of his cigarette and blowing it towards steve's face, making his nose wrinkle. "you're such bullshit." he said and steve.

steve froze. suddenly it was halloween 1984 all over again and he was in tina's bathroom as the first person he ever loved told him he was bullshit and that it was all bullshit and their love was bullshit, and despite being outside he could feel phantom walls closing in on him as his breaths started coming out faster and faster and his chest felt like it would collapse.

first nancy and now billy. both people he loved with all his heart and soul telling him he was.. was that really everything steve was? just bullshit? he felt like the world was turning too fast for him to keep up with and like all the air had left his lungs and like he had a stone stuck in his throat whenever he tried to breathe in.

"-teve! steve, what's wrong?!" he heard through the wind rushing in his ears and he hazily focused on billy, standing in front of him and desperately cupping his cheeks, blue eyes wide and panicked. "baby, talk to me!" he was saying and the knot in steve's chest loosened the slightest bit, enough for him to...

"i didn't want her to kiss me." he managed to gasp before he burst into tears, feeling billy pull him close and mutter apologies into his hair for not believing him and for being an asshole and not letting him defend himself before he made assumptions and steve.. he was probably gonna give billy hell for this later but for now he just pulled his boyfriend close and absorbed the comfort that he never got back in 1984 when he got his heart broken for the first time.

#rushed ending bc i had to leave work but i wanted topost this #i'll add more later #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #tw #panic attack #non con kiss between steve and a girl

[br1ghtestlight]

I'm in your asks should much, I think I might just start living here

But look at them🥰

Any hcs regarding the pesto family?

THANK YOU FOR INDULGING MY HYPERFIXATION <33 love andy and ollie in this screenshot. just sittin' there

they aren't close like tina/louise/gene (mostly bcuz andy and ollie already have each other for friendship) but jimmy jr does love his little brothers and feels protective of them. he feels responsible for them and generally just tries to keep them out of trouble. also as we see in that one episode he has to hold their hands when they cross the street which i think is adorable!!!! always keeping em safe :)

when andy or ollie has a nightmare and they're scared they ALWAYS go to jimmy jr and he lets them sleep in his bed with him even though its very crowded (the twins will not sleep without each other) he asks them about it and tells them that they're safe and it was just a bad dream <3

andy and ollie think jimmy jr is VERY cool actually!!!! they love his dancing and generally look up to him a lot they're very impressed when he does things like blow a bubble with bubblegum or does a handstand on the monkey bars yknow typical big brother stuff. they're always following him around at recess and its kinda embarrassing but he does think its cute (its also comforting for him to know that his brothers love him no matter what bcuz he doesn't always feel like that way with his parents)

andy and ollie's first word was jimmy jr <3 he knew his parents would be upset about this so he let them believe that their first word was mama or dada and nobody knows the truth except for him

jimmy pesto legally changed their family name to pesto before his kids were born and all of his kids genuinely believe that their family is italian. nobody has ever corrected them for some reason not even their mom

andy and ollie like staying with their mom better and jimmy jr likes staying with their dad better. but the siblings never wanted to be split up so their parents have equal custody

jimmy pesto likes showing his kids old italian movies that he watched when he was younger and its a genuine bonding moment for them!!!! not all the movies they watch are appropriate for kids and there is some murder drug dealing and gangs but thats okay its fine

andy and ollie brought one of his old italian movies to school once for show and tell and it was inappropriate for kids so jimmy pesto got in trouble and told them not to do that anymore FJDMDJDJSKSKS or at least ask him first

jimmy jr babysits andy and ollie when his dad is busy and he is NOT good at it Tbh he mostly just does whatever he wants and leaves them to fend for themselves bcuz he figures they're old enough that they can yell for help if they need him. they usually just raid the fridge or do arts and crafts and end up making a huge mess everywhere that jimmy jr has to clean up (or else he'll get in trouble)

jimmy jr has convinced andy and ollie to play dance games (like just dance on the wii) with him on several occasions and they will TRY but they are extremely bad at dancing and uncoordinated and jimmy jr gets frustrated when they get a low score

andy and ollie like drawing pictures for jimmy jr with crayons or paints or for school assignments and they like giving to him as surprise gifts :) he's probably got a million of them at this point but he keeps them all and hangs them up in his bedroom

andy and ollie LOVE bugging jimmy jr when they're bored and dont have anything else to do they'll go into his bedroom or follow him into the bathroom and just TALK AND TALK abt whatever is on their mind and he is shockingly patient about this. he sometimes gets tired of them and puts headphones in but pretends that he's still listening and they honestly cant even tell the difference

#sorry that there are not many jimmy pesto headcanons he's a fun character but he interacts with his kids uhh not very often!!!! #and from what we see when he DOES interact with them their relationship is not great #but i believe he does love him and he knows that his life would be 100x worse without them in it #he never once considered not taking custody of them after the divorce he loves those freaking kids even when they drive him crazy #bob's burgers #ask #headcanons

[bonniebird]

Billy x Fem!Reader

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You were quiet. Billy glanced at you and eyed you thoughtfully as he slowed to a stop at the traffic lights coming up. Normally you’d be nattering away and filling Billy in on whatever drama you managed to hear over the course of the day. 

At first he liked the quiet. The sound of the car and the music quietly thumping through the speakers with the heaters on made for a pleasant drive. But you’d been quiet for long enough that Billy was worried something was wrong. His mind started to wonder about all the things that could be wrong. His heart fluttered with nerves and his brain maliciously over crowded itself with worst case scenarios until he was nervously tapping on the steering wheel.

“Billy? Are you ok?” You asked. Your voice cleared his mind and he nodded, not looking away from the read.

“Yeah. Just focusing on driving.” He lied quickly. You hummed in response. A short noise that he took as acceptance of what he said. 

“Is it hard?” You asked suddenly. The music in the car had lulled a little making your words louder than you’d intended.

“Excuse me?” Billy asked with a light playfulness to his voice. He glanced at you several times as he continued down the road and took a turn on the right.

“Driving.” You said quickly.

“Not really.” He said as if he hadn’t really thought of it. You sighed and shifted in yourseat. He slowed as he turned down the next left in the road. He had a feeling that you wanted to ask him something but you were avoiding it. Hoping slowing down would give you enough time to get up the courage to ask him. He slowed down below the speed limit.

“Huh. I thought it’d be pretty difficult.” You muttered. Billy frowned as he glanced between you and the road evereal times. “I tried to pass my test last week.”

“How’d it go?” Billy’s tone sounded like he was making fun of you and he winced. He hadn’t meant to, he just figured with the fact that you hadn’t mentioned your driving test and your awkward line of questioning it hadn’t gone well.

“I broke the test car.” You admitted quietly. Billy snickered and you shoved at his arm gently.

“Hey! You’re going to cause two car crashes in two weeks if you’re not careful (Y/N)!” Billy grinned, his grip firm on the steering wheel as he teased you.

“You can’t tell anyone else! Nicole and Tina already made fun of me for not learning to drive sooner.” You confessed, sounding mortified. Billy smiled and pulled to a stop.

“So you’re trying to learn to drive? I guess I can teach you.” Billy offered. You looked at him with wide eyes, nerves fluttering in your stomach. You’d been planning on asking him but you thought he’d never agree. Give your track record for breaking cars.

“You will?” You asked hopefully. He got out and walked round to your door, motioning for you to get out and sit behind the wheel. Billy took a moment to adjust the seats, making sure that you were comfortable before sitting back in the passenger seat.

“You know how to turn it on right?” Billy asked and laughed when you glared at him. You started Billy’s car. The engine rumbled and you gripped the wheel, roughly you changed gear and slowly rolled forwards. “You know you can go faster.”

“If you’re going to criticise everything I do I’ll give in.” You warned. Billy apologised though he did so through a laugh. He sat quietly as you slowly sped up down the road. You sped up more and slowly turned at the next corner. Billy watched your over turn the wheel silently and reached over, spinning the steering wheel with one effortless hand to stop you getting up on the curb. 

To Billy’s credit he stayed as quiet as he could. Occasionally he would tut or clear his throat as if he very much wanted to say something. You sped up and the engine revved harder than you thought it would. Billy chuckled when you glanced at him, worried, but he simply reached over, placing his hand over yours on the gear stick to make sure you were in the right gear. 

“You’re not too bad.” Billy offered as encouragement when you sped up even more. He grunted when you sped up so quickly that you had to slam the brakes on when you came round the block Billy had driven down and found himself back at the traffic lights.

The car grumbled and then stalled and shut off. You glanced at him. His jaw was tense and his hand clenched.

“How do you manage to nearly kill us both in a car wreck without crashing the car?” Billy relaxed and chuckled as he looked at you. You looked like you thought the car might explode. When someone beeped behind you Billy leaned out of the window and shouted at them, telling them to drive around you. “Fucking jerk.” Billy muttered under his breath. When you sat and stared at the steering wheel Billy leaned over and turned the key. The engine complained and stuttered. His arm was thrown around your seat as he turned the key again.

“You should stop on the gas a little.” He muttered. You did what he said and stepped lightly on the gas pedal. When nothing happened Billy frowned and looked at you. “You can give it more than that.” 

“I don’t want to… flood it.” You didn’t sound certain as you spoke.

“Get out.” Billy said suddenly. You looked away from the steering wheel and at him. He raised his eyebrows and swallowed, realising he must have spoken too sharply. “I mean. We should swap back. I see why you’re failing your driving classes.” Billy smiled and you sighed.

“I’m going to fail again, aren't I.” You mumbled as you both got out and swapped back. It took Billy a moment to adjust his seat and get the car started again. You didn’t bother to adjust your seat, stretching your feet out.

“When’s your next test?” Billy asked as he slowly drove off. He sped up quickly and continued towards your houses.

“Two months.” You muttered.

“I have a couple of weekends off. Maybe I could give you some more lessons?” Billy trailed off as if he was asking a question and you slowly looked at him.

“You’re going to let me drive your car again?” You asked with surprise.

“Well yeah. But in an empty car park. During the day, you’ll be able see where you’re going.” Billy said slowly. He didn’t get another word from you. When he glanced at you several times as he reached the street your houses were on he saw you grinning to yourself. He pulled up smoothly outside your house, a few doors down from the Hargrove’s. “Look at that I didn’t stall.” He laughed when you glared at him but laughed when you recalled the people that had been in the car behind you furiously beeping and waving despite being able to drive around you.

“Thanks.” You said as you got out. He rolled the window down and leaned out a little, his fingers tapping on the outside of the door below the window.

“I can do tomorrow afternoon?” He offered. You nodded and agreed, waving at him as he waited for you to get inside. You saw him driving off through the small window in your front door and the road lit up with red light as he pulled up outside the Hargrove house a few doors down.

Billy Hargrove tags:

@babypink224221 @lisainhell @spiderwebs-blog @gryffindorqueensworld @rockyrascal @twerp8999 @theletterhart @boardstomymood @big-galaxy-chaos @greekktragedyy @ietss @alexxavicry @daughterofthenight117 @sarcasm-n-insomnia @multi-fandom5 @skylermoyer @justice-for-the-kaldorei @favmeyou @kaylantus @supernatural-wolfie @yougottalovefandoms @alwaysadreamingoptimist @love1deandra @archaeologydigit @im-eating-rn @bucketbunny @littlefreakingfangirl @hardladyheart @gillybear17 @lchufflepuffcorn @prettyplant0 @hardladyheart

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #bonniebird #stranger things

[devilsrecreation]

You know what? I think it’s time I tell ya’ll a little more about Mad Monty’s dad/creator, Agwe

And buckle up cuz I’m going for ALL of my headcanons (just so they can all be in one place)

Agwe is Mad Monty’s father/creator. An evil voodoo witch doctor who practices Dr. Facilier-type magic and creates “experiments” based off of sea creatures (you don’t wanna know what that means)

He doesn’t really have a villain origin story aside from learning about voodoo and letting all his newfound power get to his head, leading him to become really greedy

Agwe’s original placeholder name was Fæzsïllyêh, but I changed it to Agwe cuz it means “loa of the sea and ships” which is way more fitting

Agwe created Monty after putting a spell on an old stovepipe hat to make it sentient. He was on a boat while he was doing this and it accidentally fell into the ocean. When Agwe went to get it, he noticed that some seaweed had attached itself to it, along with a very rare pink pearl (aka Monty’s nose), and thus Monty was born

He also created a sister for Monty, an unholy combination of various sea creatures named Oceania. Both monsters were supposed to be used as weapons, not actual children. But alas, it didn’t go the way as planned

He is very disappointed of how Monty turned out. The pirate thing is a good start but he hates how Monty’s gotten “soft”

Like Dr. Facilier, he owns a voodoo emporium out of the comfort of his home. He has literally everything

As opposed to Gerald when he was younger, he was the quiet kid, always dressing very plainly and very rarely showed emotion. Kinda funny cuz now Gerald’s the more quiet one who dresses plainly while Agwe usually does a lot of the talking

He’s literally the only one Monty is downright terrified of. He becomes uncomfortable and more submissive, not like how he was whenever he hung out with Teeth

Speaking of Teeth, he didn’t think anything of him at first when he and Monty played together. He didn’t even notice (or care) when Monty snuck out in the middle of the night to hang out with him. It wasn’t until the cousins went on some sort of adventure and ended up hanging with a small jazz band. When Agwe, Gerald, and Tina took them home, he knew his dear nephew was becoming a distraction and set up a plan to “get rid of him”

Agwe wasn’t gonna harm his nephew, of course not. That would be too brutal. Too many consequences. Instead, he decided to lie to Monty about how Teeth ran away at 14 years old out of selfishness. Then, he decided to lie to Gerald and Tina about how Monty was too busy to spend time with relatives. Both parties were none the wiser

He and Gerald always had a pretty good relationship. Gerald would tell his older brother everything and Agwe would give him advice. They had their arguments like any siblings would, but Gerald really didn’t have anything to worry about….until he was told the truth about what Agwe was really doing to Monty years later. Gerald then got up from his chair, drove over to Agwe’s house alone, and confronted his brother about it. A fight soon broke out, with Gerald punching Agwe in the face (even breaking his skull mask in the process) and beating him up by fist while Agwe used voodoo to harm his little brother. Gerald won, surprisingly, but not without a black eye and some bruises. They haven’t spoken since

Agwe would get to confess to his lies to Teeth when he saw him and his creation trying to get an old photo of them as kids. Agwe tried to say it was all just a misunderstanding, but it was no use. Let’s just say it all went downhill from there

Agwe would eventually die in a very similar way Dr. Faciler did: by getting dragged to the voodoo world. After Monty finally stood up to him, he and Teeth managed to open up a portal to the voodoo realm via music, causing all the spirits of past experiments to rise from the dead and take Agwe away. Monty has never felt so relieved

He has a little voodoo doll on his belt and its name is Pippy. Yes, it’s sentient

He’s straight and single, but he does have a sort of crush on Tina. Never actually tried anything, but I’m just saying he wouldn’t have a problem if Tina left his brother for him

And last but not least, this is what Agwe looks like, drawn by my friend @nightmaremp :

#feel free to use him just credit me :) #all my homies hate agwe #muppet oc #the muppets

[highest-tinfoilhat]

I'm pretty sure that my comfort TV shows all have "canon"™️ autistic characters and since I recently self diagnosed and have been learning more it seems more evident:

The IT Crowd

One of the 3 main characters, Moss (played by Richard Ayoade), is the most "obvious" autistic character. In the sense of how certain traits have become stereotypes with media representation. He misses social cues, avoids eye contact, has to know how many staples are in his stapler, can't read between the lines, etc. But after many rewatches my HC is that Jen and Roy are both on the spectrum too. Jen is really good at masking and has been able to maneuver neurotically spaces, probably out of compulsion/force. Roy doesnt care to mask as much but seems less obvious due to his non-stereotypical traits. His own gf called him "emotionally autistic"

MPGIS

They're really fucking dumb but tbh I mostly love how much and how they cuss. That and they have the most ridiculous quotes that get stuck in my head and make me giggle for the next 3-4 days. Trisha and Brittany have always been my favorite character. Brittany for the cursing (obviously) but Trisha has recently seemed aspie to me. Most obvious evident to me is season 1 episode 6 when she's talking to DeAndre. Sounds like conversation scripts to me but what frustrates her is that she is not getting the typical positive responses that neurotypicals have to chosen scripts.

Bob's Burgers

Tina Belcher is without a doubt on the spectrum to me. Seems self-explanatory to me. She has been my favorite character since I first started the show. Honorable mention for Teddy, i think he's on the spectrum too. [side note: the entire Belcher family is neurodivergent]

Jake and Amir

This YouTube series is dumb in all the best ways. My hc is that Amir is a product of very early pressures of masking/conforming by abusive parents. That trauma led to him desperately needing a sense of belonging so he grabs what are/were popular beliefs but all the worst ones. He tries to repeat common sayings without understanding the nuance of them. To boil it down, he was essentially pushed into psychopathic habits of chameleoning and imitating/faking emotions due to his severe social isolation. Am i overanalyzing? Yes of course! But that doesn't mean I'm wrong

Bojack Horseman

Now without a doubt Todd is neurodivergent and maybe it's self indulgent but i like to think he is ADHD and autistic. Can I actually think of "proof" right now? No but it's a head canon so....

I also think it of note that no matter diagnosis you throw on him, his character has never been invested in masking or trying to fit into neurotypical roles and rules. The man lives off of vibes and as someone who has recently stopped trying to have a full out plan for life i find it inspirational and a good model to follow

Justice League (2001)

I am specifically referencing the animated series because that is where I've seen the most Martian Manhunter content [outside of comics of course] The analogy of feeling alien hits with a lot of autistic people and i know i felt like that growing up as well. But the added feature that he can shape shift to "look normal" and fit in, is what really gets it for me. Obviously when shape shifted (i.e. masking) most of his (social) interactions go a lot smoother because he can play the part. But his attempts to be himself while connecting with the other JL members have been unfruitful or awkward. He's straight to the point and doesn't bother with giving false truths for the sake of someone's feeling - these most specifically align with austistic stereotypes and traits. Do i think the creators had that in mind? No but it's another hc i find comfort in

This is all I've got for now but if i think of more, I'll add more

#the it crowd #mpgis #bob's burgers #jake and amir #bojack horseman #justice league 2001 #justice league the animated series #just may fuck around and make it a thread #also wanna do one for ADHD but thst future me's problem #autism headcanon #autistic and proud

[griffin-wood]

Alya!! I don't know if you're taking prompts (no pressure either way) but:

-Kaia and  giving the other a spoonful of the meal they’re cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls. (considering Maia's cooking um skills lol)

OR

-Raya and  “sweetheart, you look cute, but i’m gonna need the sweater.” 

Hope you're doing well either way!! ❤️

hello pd, this took me so long but I think I finally got an idea! I'm going for the raya one, cause that prompt is adorable! (I also didnt found the prompt list welp, I'll link it if I doo) / ALSO I WROTE SOMETHING BRRR. 🥹

title: moments in between.

pairing: naya davis x rider mcqueen. ( @wayhavenots oc!)

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Naya stood outside of a building where they agreed to meet for a late supper, with her hands in the pockets of her long jacket. A maroon-coloured which compliment her personality and what she's known for in other's eyes.

The night is quite a shivery one too, as she's waiting for Rider. Whenever he may be, as it's already been five minutes since she arrived. Something about their lives has changed since they commence a title within their relationship. Or, whatever it is at the moment that grows warm in her chest. It's an unfamiliarity that she has to get used to.

However, in this moment her gaze follows the sound of footsteps. She tries her best to stifle the laughter that's begging to escape her lips. Rider walking towards her, wearing something quite different than usual much revealing than usual, despite the cold night. The shivers from the man himself got her chuckling in the moment. He rolls his eyes at the sound of laughter that follows from her lips little by little. His gaze softens at the sound of laughter, before he greets her.

"I think I should ask, what's this monstrosity of an outfit McQueen." She questions him with an amused smile on her face.

"It's fashion, and fashion supposed to make you cool. Also, I may or may not lose a bet to Tina earlier today." He groans by the end of the explanation.

Naya steps forward, her gaze lands on the outfit. It was pretty summery outfit for the start of new season, and she couldn't imagine of wearing something like this. However, in an unspoken revelation, she likes how determine he is. One of the many attributes of him that she adores, which she would never spoken aloud. Her shoulders shake for a moment, bringing her out of the reverie with Rider looking at her with concern lit up within his eyes.

"earth to Naya, we're back to life." He said with the shivers visible within his voice in between.

She smiles, which is a rare sight for anyone else who knows her. But, she couldn't let the man freeze in the cold no matter how cute he actually look in the clothes he's wearing.

Without a second thought, she takes off the maroon coat. All the buttons in one motion, before taking it off revealing a black turtleneck underneath. She steps forward before slipping it over his body. The close proximity makes her smile, at how comfortable she become around him. He meets her eyes for a moment, and felt his cheeks burning in the cold.

"it's a rare occasion where I've seen you flushed McQueen, it's always the other way around." She says casually, as Rider tugs the jacket closer to his body, letting the warmth and her scent hugged him for a moment.

"Maybe I should always lose a bet more often if that's how you'll be from now on." He dares to step closer, as Naya laughs again.

That's the magic of it, he has witness her laugh quite a number of times but it never gets old. Every single laughter carve within her memory, before he joins in too. It's their little moments like this that make it better, and the shivers from earlier had warmed up. Maybe it's the coat, the force proximity, or maybe the fact that she's here. He likes it either way, only for her to end up shivering in the end.

"sweetheart you look very cute, but I'm gonna need the sweater back." She says, as Rider tugs the jacket closer to his body while his eyes light up at a new revelation.

"I have a better idea actually." As he decides to drape the jacket over her shoulder before sliding himself in, as they both were somewhat protected from the cold with the comfort of the jacket.

"there, problem solved." He smiles proudly within the shivers of the cold.

"you're adorable."

"and, you are welcome." he smiles at her again and it's true; he does looks adorable.

"So, where were we?" She says happily, as he drags them both with interlocked arms, somewhere for their date of the night.

"A late supper with my girlfriend." He concludes, as they both step into the building, with the little moment in memory. And in the end, the jacket; it's become theirs. Something for them both, to share of separately, a small entity of their relationship.

THE END.

#alya writes #x: naya x rider #oc: naya davis #oc: rider mcqueen #this is so random; but heehee seroronin writing #just a warm up after a whiile #im having raya brainrot 🥹 #so; enjoy! #this is a first draft sjsjs; forgive for the errors #hope u like it pd!!

[headcheerleaderquinn]

OOC (out of character) announcement

Hi guys! I don’t like making ooc posts here and you know I don’t do it very often. But Quinn’s been getting messages lately that show that some of you don’t really know what’s going on here. And I don’t blame you! I know some of you are new on this blog and I’m really really happy that you decided to follow Quinn and be a part of her story! But if you want to fully enjoy our game, you have to know some details. There’s a page on this blog where you can find every change I’ve made in Quinn’s storyline since season 1 to season 6 -> X . You can read it under keep reading at the end of this post too. The major change is Quinn keeping Beth.

If you have any questions for me, not Quinn, I have a special blog for you -> X. 

Thank you for being a part of this blog. Thank you to those who are with me since season 1 and to those who are new! Thank you to those who send Quinn messages and to those who only read her posts and follow her story. I wouldn’t be here without you! You’re all amazing! 

This is an independent Quinn Fabray ask rp blog based on series but also with some changes. I’m not a part of any rp group and I do not rp with anyone.

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF QUINN HAD DECIDED TO KEEP BETH? WHAT WOULD HER LIFE LOOKED LIKE? YES? SO THIS’S THE RIGHT PLACE FOR YOU.

Current time: 5 years later…

Season 1

She kept Beth.

Season 2

She had an eating disorder.

She cheated on Sam with Puck instead of Finn in 2x12.

She quitted Cheerios in season 2 because of her eating disorder and Beth, not because of Thriller/Heads Will Rol performance during football match.

She won Prom Queen in season 2.

She and Sam broke up at the end of the season 2 because of his moving to Kentucky. (so no Samcedes!) She never dated Finn in season 2.

Season 3

She cut her hair after breaking up with Sam. (not in New York!)

She was dating Puck in season 1 and in season 3.

Instead of being a Skank, she got back to Cheerios in season 3.

She was head Cheerio in season 3 but she didn’t wear her Cheerio uniform in school because she didn’t feel comfortable wearing it.

She had a car accident in 3x14 but she was in coma for a few weeks and did not end up in a wheelchair.

Season 4

She started studying Psychology at the University of Lima.

After Finn coming back to Lima (at the beginning of season 4) Quinn and Finn started spending a lot of time together and were a couple for a few weeks but then broke up realizing they’re not meant to be.

She played Rizzo in Grease.

She helped Marley with her eating disorder.

She almost dated a guy named Robert but he started ignoring her after he had found out about Beth.

Season 5

Russel Fabray lied to Quinn that he had a cancer to convince her to start talking to him. He gained her trust only to show one of his investors how much he cares about his family. Quinn found about it and now she hates him even more.

She had an internship at McKinley, she worked with Emma Pillsbury. Quinn tried to protect Glee Club members from Sue who wanted to force them to transfer to another school but she failed and lost her internship.

She started dating Sam after he had come back from NY. (Sam didn’t want to leave Lima because he wanted to be with Quinn, but she told him to leave - she didn’t want him to give up on his dreams for her.)

Season 6

She got an internship in Carmel High School.

She helped Mr.Schue with choreography for the Vocal Adrenaline while he was still their coach - she did it only because Becky told her that Rachel was flirting with Sam (it was a lie). She wanted New Directions to lose and Rachel to come back to New York.

Quinn&Beth and Sam moved in together.

Quinn was maid of honor at Brittana’s wedding.

Sam proposed to Quinn after their performance at Myron’s Bar Mitzvah and she said yes.

Tina and Artie didn’t start dating.

5 years later…

Quinn and Sam got married.

She works as a school psycholgist at William McKinley High School. Sam works there too and is a coach of New Directions.

Quinn gave birth to a son and she and Sam named him Simon Finn.

MAJOR CHANGES: QUINN KEPT BETH; NO FUINN IN SEASON 2; NO SAMCEDES; NO SKANK!QUINN; NO QUINN IN A WHEELCHAIR; NO YALE

#ooc

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 5: Halloween 5

Yesterday, I continued my Halloween watching with Halloween 5. I thought it was...about on par with Halloween 4. Maybe a little bit better, but I can see myself going back on that with some additional thinking.

By this point, especially watching 4 and 5 back to back, I can see the formula taking shape: Michael Myers kills people; Dr. Loomis becomes crazed as he tries to catch him, while no one listens to his warnings; there are teenagers, and random out-of-place sex scenes that suddenly look like softcore porn; there's a final girl and lots of running and screaming before she's the last one standing; and of course, it's Halloween. It's tricky I guess because if the series tries to innovate, it's not giving people what they want--the comfort of the same old slasher and the same old villain--but if it doesn't do anything new, it's hard to understand why a new one is even being made. I suppose I do appreciate the comfort of it, though.

I like Jamie a lot and I think they got a really good little girl to play her. She really anchored both 4 and 5 for me and I think is why I have a fondness for them.

I liked Rachel a lot, so I was bummed to lose her so fast, but I was willing to get behind Tina for the .05 seconds I thought she was a lesbian in love with Rachel. Then she got a bit annoying and squeaky for my tastes. I was super amused by her boyfriend being (1) a greaser in 1989 and (2) named Michael. Hilarious.

I think I enjoyed the first half more, overall. It's so much spookier during the day time--though no movie will do that as well as Halloween (1978). But the scene with Tina and Michael--the other Michael--in the car was also quite good. It started to lose me after the car chase scene. That seemed like a good enough finale for me, honestly. But there was still 20 minutes left...and they basically just spent it running around a set so shadowy I could barely even see anything, in what was allegedly the Myers house but could in no way be the Myers house because it was 3x too large, and I kinda checked out. The tableau of the attic was cool, but any coolness inherent in the bodies and the coffin was then undercut by that silly crying a single tear scene. I read that the director thought Michael was scarier if he had feelings but I disagree. To me, the whole core concept of Michael Myers is that he is Evil. He is Evil if it could take a shape (The Shape, one might say) of a person. That's why he can never be defeated. It doesn't need to be deep; he doesn't need reasons; he doesn't need a backstory; he doesn't need to be, shouldn't be, humanized. The core fear for the audience to confront is that evil simply exists and this is it. You can't look at it in the face, in corporeal form, in real life--and you can't really here, either, but you can get as close as you could ever reasonably dare.

Way scarier than poor 30 year old just wants to be close to his family but can't help killing them or blah blah blah whatever.

I was a little disappointed that Jamie wasn't evil too, and it did take something out of the ending of 4 for her to be the Victim again, but then on the other hand it's possible it would have been hokey, or too big of a gamble to make Michael a secondary villain in his own franchise (the specter of Halloween III etc.). I did like that she was mute--and find it funny that she got her voice back for no real plot reason, just in time to run around screaming really loud--and the concept of a telepathic connection between her and Michael. Again, I do not need this explained.

I didn't like the weird, unexplained Man in Black, but I did like that the movie ended with a cliffhanger. A frustration I have with II and 4, but especially 4 since at least II was intended as an ending at the time, was that they appear to actually kill Michael, but you know very well he's not dead. He'll only stay dead until they need him for the next sequel. It's way creepier to end on a note of the Evil Never Dies, and it's more honest, too.

...Already I feel myself getting so far from the original Halloween, and I'm not even halfway through... It was such a classic. Nothing really compares.

#the year 2022 #2022: fandom thoughts #2022: movies

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

My Stranger Things A/B/O Fics

Harringrove

Omega Steve/Alpha Billy

First Impression -  Alpha Billy meeting Steve for the first time at Tina's party. (Steve is sad and Billy is a flirt)

Smoke -  Billy is ditching class for a smoke break when Steve comes along.

Giants Blood -Highborn Omega Steve finally realizing Alpha wildling Billy has been courting him. (Aka Game of Thrones au, no GoT knowledge needed)

You’re Extra Special, Something Else - Billy and Max escape Neil and move to Hawkins, where Billy sets his sights on Steve Harrington. (The longest A/B/O I have and the one that got me started writing in the harringrove fandom.)

Flirt Like A Bird - Billy wants to woo Steve, he tries a couple of options that haven't gone well. He tries a new tactic.

Track In a Crowd -  Billy and Steve find each other by scent at a party. (With a side of Carobin and musician Billy and model Steve.)

Everything I Do Is To Bring Me Closer To You - Billy has wanted Steve as his mate since he was young,  he has a long way to go before he can make his dream a reality. (Bonus Magic au Prince Steve and Knight Billy)

Beauty and The Beast -  Mr. Harrington takes a rose and instead of paying the price the beast of the castle demands himself, he sends his son in his stead. Billy is not sure what to do with an omega who not only does not cower away from him like everyone else but also seems to think he is a slob and keeps trying his patience. (Plus magic Steve)

Come On Alpha - Steve is tired of waiting for Billy to make a move, so he takes matters into his own hands.

Benefits of Surviving - Billy finds Steve at the gate when the demobats attack. It would be a happier affair if they weren't trapped and Steve wasn't on the brink of a heat.

Alpha Billy/Alpha Steve 

Find Comfort In Me - Billy needs a comfort omega after surviving Starcourt. Steve is absolutely not who he expected Hopper to hier. He didn’t even know Steve was an omega.

Need an Alpha to Pop a Knot  - Steve's an alpha who has never popped a knot, not until Billy comes along. 

Alpha Steve/Omega Billy

You’re My Bitch -  Omega Billy fucking alpha Steve and the one time he finally lets Steve knot him. (The one time I write Billy bottoming it’s surrounded by bottom Steve.)

Omega Billy/Omega Steve

Omegas Like Us Have To Stick Together -  Steve presents at the mall and bites and cries when any alpha or beta gets to close. Luckily Billy shows up more than willing to help when the end game is getting to keep Steve.

Beta Billy/Omega Steve

You're Here, Nowhere Else I'd Rather Be - Billy didn't think Steve would come back and if he did he didn’t think he would be the same but here he is in the barn looking pretty as ever no scent of an alpha lingering or bonding mark in sight.

Kegboys 

Alpha Billy/Omega Steve/Alpha Tommy

Two for the Trouble - When Steve presents it changes things and drags Billy and Tommy into the shenanigans surrounding the upside down. (If you happened to read it here on tumblr, you may want to check it out on Ao3 there’s a bonus third chapter I never posted here.)

Steith

Alpha Keith/Omega Steve

I Don’t Have Anyone To Call -  How it all started, or Keith finds out Steve is an Omega with no alpha to call on when he's upset and offers to help him out.

Or What? -  The first time Keith helps Steve through his heat.

I Chose You -  Steve is pregnant and Keith nervously points it out.

Steddie

Alpha Eddie/Omega Steve

I Can Taste You On My Tongue - Steve is posing as an alpha in college but it turns out he already knows his dorm mate and it gives him one place he doesn't have to hide.

#harringrove #Steith #Kegboys #Harringrove A/B/O #Steith A/B/O #Kegboys A/B/O #jellyghostfic #jellyghostrec #more to come #I have so many wips

[simsadventures]

Panopticon: Chapter 27: War Path

Alpha Steve x Omega Reader

Summary: Steve is livid and tries to find you but somebody keeps putting obstacles in his way. You, on the other hand, get to meet the devils and learn some harsh truths.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, angst, abduction, slight mentions of torture, life in captivity, lying, swearing, mentions of violence against women, shitty people in general, loads of feels, I would hope, mentions of suicide, mentions of death

Word Count: 3800

A/N: Du dun… Who is ready for some angst? Many of you weren’t happy that we’re taking this route, but it needed to happen because the world is full of assholes who try to make people unhappy. Anyway, so excited about this one, and I can’t wait for you to tell me what you thought. Love you all!! xx

Series Masterlist __ Masterlist 

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“That won’t help to find my Omega, so no!” Steve yelled across the whole room, and even the experienced Alpha fighters gathered in the room couldn’t help but shudder at Steve’s authoritative voice. They were trying to help, coming up with new ideas to try and bring the Circle down, or at least make somebody from the inside communicate with them to tell Steve and his team the location of his Omega. But no idea was good enough for Steve. 

It had been four days. Four days without his precious Omega, and Steve felt like he was slowly losing his mind. He desperately needed you next to him, just to feel your warm, soft skin pressed against his, or to see the light in your eyes whenever you looked at him. But he had nothing. 

He often saw broken Alphas after all that went down on Earth a few years ago, and while he couldn’t really imagine what they must have been feeling at that time, walking like dead men, some of them on the brink of death because they just couldn’t handle their lives without their loved ones, Steve understood it all now. 

He knew he had to concentrate because he felt you in his veins, felt that you were alright considering the circumstances and, most importantly, that you were still alive. That was the sole reason why he didn’t end it yet. But he was hanging on a thread because each day and night he had to spend without you, his mind was going just a little more insane. He was hearing your voice and this morning, he even saw you standing by the bed. He was elated, but when he blinked a few more times, he realised that it was his brain playing tricks on him and that none of what had happened was just a nightmare. 

Moreover, he had to orchestrate a funeral for Peter and Gamora. The sadness over their loss was embedded deep in Steve’s soul, and he knew he would never get over it, even if he got you back. When he got you back, he scolded himself every time he thought of it, but it was to no avail. The desperation and pain seeped deep into his bones, and the once positive Alpha, who used to be full of life was just a walking shell of numbness. 

Sam and Bucky tried to pick up the mood in the room now and then, but they knew all too well that there was nothing they could say or do to make the situation better. The only thing Steve really needed was to get you back, and they empathised with him. Moments after the realisation hit them that you were indeed gone, they rushed to their own huts to check on their own mates. Their bonds felt fine, but the fucked-up situation got into their heads, and they needed to see their loves for themselves. Both Meera and Tina were sitting comfortably in their houses, unaware of the terror going on just mere meters away from them. They all spent the afternoon scenting and crying, their hearts clenching for their friend who was lost in his thoughts and his pain. 

But Steve tried to come up with a solution. He knew Rumlow would take you somewhere far, but not far enough not to brag about it. The circle was almost a day drive so Steve would have bet Rumlow’s hiding place was somewhere between his own house and the hell house they called the Omega haven. But that was still too much land to cover just by foot or by car, since there were so many abandoned houses and warehouses, not even talking about all the hidden places deep in the forests. So, just going somewhere blindly was not an option. 

Then, he thought of using what was left of the functioning camera system between the city and his lands, trying to see if he could pinpoint at least the direction where Rumlow and his team went. But he came up with nothing since most of the cameras had been destroyed soon after the war had started. 

Steve even thought of taking some military dogs and making them sniff your clothes to find you, but that would mean hundreds of kilometres to search, and that was just impossible. Every single thing Steve came up with was a nonsense, and the longer he couldn’t figure out how to find you, the more desperate and angry he had become. His people knew it was nothing personal, but his yelling and blaming was sometimes too difficult to bear for any of them. Steve knew he was being a dick, and he apologised every time his nerves got the better of him, but it was like he couldn’t do anything about it. 

It was when Bucky spoke up with a guilty look that Steve finally got a good idea from somebody. Not that he particularly liked it, but it was something useful at last, and Steve was actually quite angry with himself for not thinking of it sooner. The idea was to call Peggy because she was always able to find Rumlow a little easier than the rest of the world. How that worked exactly Steve never asked, because Peggy was one of those who kept their work pretty shut, and she wouldn’t brag or even talk about it, so Steve had barely any idea of what Peggy really did. There used to be times when he minded when it drove him up the wall, but not anymore. He didn’t care how she did it, the only thing Steve needed was to get you back. 

He called her almost immediately, listening to her smooth voice as she assured him that she would devote a majority of her time to help him because, after all, she still cared for him very much. Steve thanked her from the bottom of his heart and resolved to wait for her to come back to him since there was literally nothing else to do for him but to wallow in his pain. 

Surprisingly, it only took a few hours for Peggy to reach out and tell Steve that she might have found him. His heart started beating like crazy as if feeling that he might be getting you in his arms sooner than he expected. Peggy told him that she got the memo that Rumlow was hiding in an old warehouse south of the manor, around 70 kms away, and Steve just growled, knowing he was kind of right in his assumptions. He quickly gathered his team, not really speaking much, but they all understood. This was a life or death mission because most of the team was sure Steve wouldn’t survive that if they didn’t find you. 

Steve pretty much jumped out of a moving car when they neared the building, and he got to work immediately, going into the commander mode, assigning roles and talking strategy for when they would come in contact with Rumlow’s team. Everything was meticulously planned, and Steve had a good feeling about that. The only issue was that he couldn’t smell you. But he simply thought that he was still far enough to be able to do that and that they were probably keeping you in some shutoff room.

The closer to the building they got, however, the weirder the whole situation felt. No men were standing outside on the lookout, there were no specific smells to tell the team that there were indeed people hiding inside, and when they finally got in, they found the place completely empty. 

They rummaged through all the rooms, even in the basement and on the roof, but the only thing they got was some cloth lightly smelling like Rumlow, but not enough to tell them how long ago he was at the warehouse. Steve screamed in frustration because there was no sign of you, not even a hint of your smell that he so helplessly craved. 

Bucky and Sam shared distressed looks before they each grabbed Steve from one side and brought him back to the car, hollering at the whole team that the mission was over and that they needed to come back home. Steve didn’t speak the entire ride back, just staring out of the window, thinking of all the times you two would take such rides to and from the city, always discussing new books or just sharing stories from your youths. Steve now found that he took these moments for granted. He enjoyed them, sure, but not enough. There was the nagging voice telling him that he should have done more, that he ought to have taken you with him to that fucking meeting, and none of this would have happened. 

“Stop it, punk. None of this is your fault so stop with the self-blaming and call Peggy to tell you what the fuck happened that her tip wasn’t true,” Bucky interjected Steve’s thoughts, and as many times before, Steve wondered whether Bucky could just read him like an open book or if he had a direct link to his brain. Steve shook his head and dialled the number. 

“So, happily ever after?” Peggy said smugly, and if she stood anywhere near Steve, he swore he would have hit her. 

“Nothing and nobody’s fucking happy, Peggy. Nobody was there except for some piece of cloth that was supposed to smell like Rumlow. Who the fuck gave you this tip? I need to find my Omega, and I don’t have the time to drive around the city and march into every single abandoned building just because you have a hunch. I need real information, Peggy, and if you can’t give that to me, then you’re just wasting my time,” Steve said more tiredly than anything else, but Peggy’s face contorted in annoyance on the other end of the line. 

“I never waste your time, Stevie, you remember that. Look, I thought the info was top-notch, but I’ll keep looking. How about I come to your place, and we can think of a plan together?” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever, it definitely can’t harm us. I’ll be expecting you,” Steve sighed and hung up, nodding at Sam who was watching him through the rearview mirror. 

“Peggy said she’d come and help from the mansion. I mean, I’d rather have the whole fucking team together looking for Y/N, but I can’t fly everyone here from god-knows-where, so anyone who wants to join in is welcomed.” 

Sam nodded but didn’t like it one bit. He understood that Steve was desperate, but Peggy was and had always been bad news, and Sam had a hard time trusting her even back in the days when they had to fight side to side. All the secrecy surrounding her just stank, and Sam was sure he’d keep an eye on her, just in case. He wanted everything to go over smoothly for Steve, and nobody needed a sneaky bitch who would throw them under a train the second she got a better deal from the opposing side. 

You let your hand slide on the ground underneath you. It was rough with what felt like small rocks that were cutting you in the palm. You were seated, and your whole body hurt since you have been in this position for hours. Nobody talked to you since they killed your friends and abducted you. They just blindfolded you and tied you up, changing positions every few hours probably to disorient you since you doubted anybody really cared how comfortable you were. All you could do was rely on your senses and learn as much about your surroundings as you could. You weren’t even sure why you cared, but your brain couldn’t take thinking about anything related to Steve, so you busied it by making sure you knew everything you could. 

You learned that there were three places they would keep you in. You presumed that they were all in one room, but they changed whether you were sitting or lying down. You weren’t even sure what time it was and slept when they put you laid you down. Nobody ever touched you inappropriately, and that’s how you assumed not one of those people was Rumlow. 

The first place they would let you sit in was in an old crinkly chair made of rough wood as you had a few splinters from rubbing your hands against the arm-holders. It had four metal legs, and from the sounds, it made every time you shifted, you thought it was a rather old and overused piece of furniture. 

The second place was where you were sitting now. It was by the wall, which was cold and smelt of moss, and you even though you sensed death a few times, you knew that was just your exhausted brain playing games with you. The ground was full of rocks and shards of glass, so it was your least favourite place to be of the three. The ground was colder than all the other areas, and every time they made you stand up, there was a wet patch where your ass touched the ground as the coldness accumulated against your hot body, making you wish you could just change. But your abductees would never answer to your pleas, so after what you assumed were a few days, you just gave up asking them altogether. 

The third place was a makeshift bed, created out of a few pieces of wood pushed together and an old and smelly mattress. You tried to ignore all that the smell evoked in you, but you sometimes choked on your own saliva as you shifted and changed position, getting another whiff of what smelt like a hundred of butts and sweat. But it was a mattress, and you could get a few hours of sleep, so you couldn’t dwell on the details. 

When you found out everything there was with your surroundings you tried to pay attention to your abductors. And while you couldn’t say precisely how many there were, you had a pretty good idea. As you were an Omega, blindfolded and cuffed, they always came alone, and you recognised each of the people by their steps. There were four of them, each of them having differences in their weight, the length of their steps and the carefulness with which they handled you. That’s how you came up with the number of four. 

Number two was by far your favourite. They (you assumed it was a he but you couldn’t be sure) would always leave you alone even when you needed to use the bathroom. You knew they were in the room, but they had the decency to at least not physically touch you, and, in your mind, you created this picture that the person even turned around to leave you to do your business. They would also give you the biggest amount of water, seeing how you were parched because number four was a complete asshole and would always allow only a gulp before he drastically took the cup away from your mouth. 

And that was your days, filled with diverting your brain from thinking about the graver questions, like where were you, would Steve ever find you, what did they want from you, etc. Every time any of those popped up in your head, you choked up, and had to start touching your surroundings or else you’d have gone insane by now. 

It was when number three was supposed to come and let you sleep that you heard it. It was faint, but your ears perked up at anything that wasn’t your own breath or the sound of boots of your abductors hitting the ground. And this was neither. These were human voices talking about something behind the door. Your heart-rate picked up immediately because, while you hated the routine of four guards and three positions, you also knew that routine was good. Anything that was out of the routine could possibly mean death to you, and you tried to do anything to avoid that. The voices grew nearer, and you shuddered involuntarily, bracing yourself. 

When the door opened, the cold air hit your face, and you hid it between your shoulder blades. 

“Well, well, well, here is the famous Omega the world is searching for. You look so pathetic, it’s actually quite funny,” you heard a female voice say, and your brows knitted together. You heard it before, you just couldn’t place the voice for the life of you. 

“Yeah, well, the sooner she stops pining for that pathetic excuse of an Alpha and becomes mine, she will look much better. I mean, not that anybody’s gonna see her since she is just an Omega pussy, but she is my Omega pussy, so,” the man trailed off, and you didn’t have to think to place this voice. This voice haunted your worst nightmares, so you were pretty familiar with it. 

Rumlow

“Whatever, Rumlow. All we need is to get rid of her mating mark, and we’ll be good. Steve called me and found the warehouse where I sent him empty, and I, as a devoted friend, told him I’d help him from the mansion so I’ll have easy access to him and I will divert him from here if need be. You just need to do what you must so that I can have him back,” the woman spat, and it was as if a light bulb switched on. God, you felt stupid for not suspecting she had her ugly fingers in this. Fucking Peggy who obviously wanted Steve back even when she visited him all those months ago. 

And while it was nice that Steve didn’t feel the same, this woman was clearly a maniac, and she wouldn’t stop at anything to get what she wanted. 

But, there was one more thing that caught your attention. They wanted to get rid of your mating mark, and the thought paralysed your whole body. There were only a few ways to do that to any mated couple, and none of them was humane or accepted by most people. You’ve heard of Omegas trying to sever their bonds as they didn’t like who chose them, and so they cut a clean line across their mark, but even then the bond couldn’t be severed completely. There was also the option of just biting an Omega hard enough where their mates’ mark was, and trying to beat mark with a mark. 

You also heard that true mates were inseparable, and while Bruce told you that you were true mates, you could never know for sure. The inseparableness of true mates could just as well be some old maid tales, it was one of the things your mother used to tell you, but you had no idea where the truth was. 

The only thing you did know was that however they wanted to do it, you would go through hell, both physically and mentally, and that there was a more than likely chance that you would die in the process. 

“You’re not afraid she’ll die on you?” Peggy asked more curious than concerned because, for her plan to work, your ties with Steve had to be cut. She would have preferred killing you since it was easier, quicker and with long-lasting results. But Rumlow had been obsessed with you ever since he lost the fight with Steve back at the Circle. When Peggy heard about it, she just scoffed and told him he was an idiot, because if he would have called her, she could have just snuck you out without anyone knowing and they wouldn’t have been in this mess. 

“I mean, there’s always the possibility, but I’m not letting her run around with his mark. I wouldn’t like pounding a pussy marked by somebody else. Besides, she’s stronger than she looks, isn’t it right, pussycat?” Rumlow asked, for the first time addressing you. But you knew better than to talk, so you just remained quiet, and from the low hum coming from his mouth, you assumed it was a good decision. 

“And what if that bullshit about true mates is real?” 

“Oh, please, not you too. Nothing like true mates exists, Peggy, I told you. Some just smell nicer to particular individuals than others, that’s it. I don’t even know why we’re losing time talking about this. Go and do whatever you want with Steve and his estate and I’ll just do what I want with this one,” Rumlow rumbled, and the next thing you heard was the clicking of high-heels against the hard floor, leaving you alone in the room with the devil. 

“Now, sweetheart, I think we should begin, hm?”

“Oh, Stevie, you don’t look good. Here, let me bring you to your bedroom so you can rest and the team and I will search for your mate in the meantime, hm?” Peggy suggested nicely, and Steve nodded, happy there was somebody who could possibly save you. But before she put her claws on his arm, Sam appeared out of nowhere and stopped her hand. She hissed like a cat and Sam gave her an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look. 

“I think it would be better if you stayed down here, Peggy, as you said, you are such a valuable asset to this team that I wouldn’t want to you to waste your time by going with Steve here. I will accompany him to his bedroom so that he can get some sleep, and, meanwhile, you can work with Bucky,” Sam smirked but didn’t wait for her response as he led Steve towards the staircase and up to his bedroom. There was no fucking way in hell Sam would let Peggy be with Steve alone. And since he shared his worries with Bucky, there were two of them looking out for their best friend, which left Peggy in a tough position. 

She watched Sam and Steve leave the room, and Bucky would laugh hadn’t it been such a delicate situation, because Peggy really looked like the Goddess of Revenge. That just further proved Sam’s theory about Peggy being fishy, to say the least, and Bucky was starting to question whether she didn’t have something to do with your disappearance. 

Peggy saw right through them, and she smirked to herself. If they wanted to play games with her, so be it. She would get Steve alone and inject the serum in him she had been making for so long, and they would finally live happily ever after. Just like they were supposed to. All she needed was to stay close to Steve for a couple of days, get him alone enough times, and he would be all hers. 

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The Sorcerer pt. 1

Corpse Husband x gn!reader

Reincarnation AU | Summary :

The same candle lights up on Corpse’s desk every time you are reborn and turn 23. He has been looking for you during centuries but this time you might be closer than anticipated.  {Playlist}

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

You’re about to blow your 23rd candles and Corpse is about to experience the consequences of it. Somehow, something about your rebirth is different this time.

☾ Words : 6009.

☾ Warnings : angst, mention of death (only suggested and not specific), grieving, swearing 

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What does it mean to be a sorcerer in 2021? Corpse wonders as he chooses an outfit for his black bean character, lightly tapping his fingers in a crafted rhythm against his dark wooden desk. Nothing, really. The modern days turned his kind into a groundless concept, legendary creatures at best and it’s truly a shame when you think about it.

“Alright, are you ready?” Corpse asks as he moves his mouse above the “start” button and projects everyone into a new round.

“I won’t forgive you like I did last round,” Karl warns Corpse, dash of amusement in his tone.

“Sure,” he scoffs and the devious ghost of a smile shines on his lips when the bloody word “imposter” appears above his virtual pink cat hat.

Sorcerers used to be the rulers of this world and the most famous of well-hidden secrets; no one talked about it yet everyone knew. You just had to be here, respect and adoration followed their every move. People from all horizons went out of their way to meet them in hope of witnessing a miracle.

Oh, how the tables have turned now. They didn’t have to hide their face back then and it all went the harmonious way until a certain day when their fate met a tragic outcome. The day when life took a turn for the hidden.

Corpse is somehow retired now. Maybe that’s why he started doing youtube in the first place; because the craving of being needed had to be fulfilled one way or another. Or maybe because the thrill of life has been gone for so long he had to try everything to fill the void in hope of feeling a drip of something again. The weariness of a mere life stiffened in his rib cage from time to time, preventing a proper breathing.

He could have still been able to practice his magic facelessly -he wouldn’t be the first one to do so after all- but it seems crazy, surreal even, for him to picture being so public about such a heavy little secret nowadays. He found comfort in the concealed, in the invisible so long ago.

See, that’s the most important reason why Corpse is who he is today but stopping the explanations there would be neglecting the truth. Corpse would, but I'm more honest than he is.

Somehow, he believes a little too seriously that a kid’s app was designed to ruin his life. He feels this rotting taste that burns his tongue every time he thinks about it, he always talks about it with great passion; as if one minute videos could compete against the thundering energy that travels from his veins to the tip of his fingers. Witchcraft tiktok got the last bit of his ancestral pride and that’s a damn shame.

His character ambles around the hostile corridors dipped in yellow light, looking for a prey to slice in half. He doesn’t have a plan yet but he sure knows how to improvise by now. Corpse deems that he’s rather good at it. He meets Tina in O2. She’s wandering around, running like a headless chicken. What if he took that expression a little too seriously? Alas, he can’t wrap his mind around the idea of the unforgivable and she escapes his reach. Corpse’s nose wrinkles, better luck next time.

His fictional blood thirst gets stronger when he hops inside a vent and observes Rae’s red character doing her tasks. Corpse knows what comes next, it’s inevitable. A hint of excitement and nervousness hatch on his chest.

At the same time on the other side of the country, the ones you love are carrying a big cake to your table. It seems so silly and it leaves you slightly embarrassed that people are celebrating the fact that you were born but, somehow, you can’t forbid that smile to reach your ears.

When you look at the cake, a snort escapes your control. Your friends drew a glazed picture of you but you find yourself hoping that there isn’t much resemblance between that Picasso-ish designed cake and your actual face. I mean, except for that particularity your face displays; eyes that don’t match in colors, one green and one hazel, it really just looks like a kid's doodle.

23, what a weird number. It doesn’t sit quite right with you for some reason. 22 is fine, same goes for 24 but 23 … Somehow, it feels like something is either missing or too much. You’re not too sure which one it could be.

The warmth that emanates from the candles is sweet and tickles your chin softly and everyone is singing along the most disastrous birthday wishes. You’re preparing for your wish. What could you need more? You’re a faceless horror narrator on youtube and life is just about good. I mean, there really isn’t much to complain about and that should be enough.

Your mind drifts off for a second, contemplating what the dream life could be about while one of your friends is already complaining about wax getting all over your glazed face. You could wish for material things but they come and go and their meaning is only ephemeral, maybe 23 is about getting more than that.

Ah, found it. You close your eyes. May I find the place where I truly belong. 23 candles are blown in one breath, not a bad performance.

That’s when the candle on Corpse’s desk starts shining a delicate and orange shade.

Corpse doesn’t notice it at first, too impregnated by his hunt, but when the unusual warmth finally informs him of the merry event, he wrestles to keep his mind into the game. His virtual character stands motionless for a second as he mutes his mic and takes his headphones off.

Fuck, not now please.

Somewhere, a new version of the love of his life turned 23. His mind drifts off, wandering near this idea as his eyes meet the flame.

It’s been hundreds of years and that fucking candle kept you hostage of his mind. Because Corpse couldn’t forget about you, he built those walls to provide you from slipping away, from invading too much of his busy mind. It was a compromise he made with himself so he couldn’t reach you entirely and, therefore, miss you completely. Yet, your rebirth leaks through the pores of his brain and past the fences no matter how hard he tries.

Corpse battles to breathe, he tries to get his mind back on the game but somehow his throat is already filling with a dangerously acidic concoction. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t notice immediately the way his fingers start shaking at a painstaking rhythm.

He moves his character around. Left and right. It’s mechanical and meaningless, nothing but a lost cause. Corpse clenches his grip around the mouse, hoping that the unsteadiness would pity him. How much longer can he carry that feeling? It sits on his shoulders and his chest. It tests out his patience, his own resistance to pain.

“Corpse!” Rae shouts wholeheartedly, rooting him out of his spiral. “Where are you?!”

Fuck; he has no ounce of idea of what is happening in real life, too busy going down this familiar and intimate loop once more. He swallows it all, praying that you would spare him some earned mercy. You’re always so cruel, unabashedly sneaking in and taking over his space despite all his efforts.

“I-huh- I’m in medbay, I have scan," he bluffs, hoping that no one would notice the way his voice cracks at the end.

Because if anyone did, he would have to admit that he’s not okay, that he never was and doubts that he ever will be. Just as if conceding the facts would’ve allowed him to feel how flourishing his despair was. There’s this knot inside his throat. It’s painful and he’s so tired. How many times was he left crawling on his bathroom’s floor when his heart fractured a little deeper? He misses you every fucking day but each rebirth brings back more and more longing.

He would love to abandon himself to the aching pleasure of this unsolicited reminiscence but he knows that if he did, you would possess him wholly and never give him back. You plague his mind like a mist that grows thicker and thicker on his lungs. It diffuses everywhere and intoxicates what’s left of him.

“Sure sleepy but that’s bullshit,” Tina whines. “We know it’s Corpse. He’s been sus’ the entire round!”

“He said he had scan, right?” Sean interferes, believing that Corpse is the jester. “Why don’t you give him the benefit of the doubt?”

They’re all waiting for Corpse to step in, to defend himself but he’s no longer here, too busy trying to swallow the emotions that are leaking all over the place. It gnaws him alive, piece by piece and it hurts so fucking much. Will it ever stop?

Silence is convenient, “I voted” badges get pinned on everyone’s chest. His black character falls into the lava, what an ironic metaphor.

“Sorry guys, something came up and I gotta go.” He finally says, hurry in his voice. He doesn’t try to hide it. In fact, he can’t.

“Are you s…” Rae’s voice gets cut abruptly when Corpse quits the call without further notice.

Corpse knows what’s next, when his head gets overcrowded by feelings and his heart too empty. It’s ugly, it’s messy and oh how he wishes it would be different this time.

The room is spinning from the crumbs of your sweet face and the trickle of your voice that drips through his ears as if you were still here. He clings onto that distorted and stained picture as if it was the ultimate proof that you were real. Were you even real once ? Remembering feels like repeating a word over and over again: with time, it loses its meaning. It wasn’t you he remembered, Corpse figured it out a long time ago. You weren’t there anymore.

The thought of it drives him crazy. He wishes he could get rid of that fucking candle, constant reminder of your rebirth away from him, constant reminder of the defeat he has to endure every time you turn 23 and you’re still not by his side. He has been looking for you everywhere for hundreds of years, from the biggest capitals to the most secluded parts of this world, without a single hint of your existence. You’re his greatest failure and he can’t, he won’t stand that.

Corpse grabs the candle and it collides with the floor with a thud that tangles with his raw voice. His chest moves heavily. It's scattered and in discord and there is this distorted gaze on his face when he remembers that the candle cannot be shattered. It’s this unsolicited spark of self-awareness that brings him closer to reality. Fuck. What the fuck is he doing? Corpse finally lost his damn mind. His hands wander uncontrollably in his hair and he looks around frantically for a second, trying to remember how to survive.

Corpse’s head is pressuring him, rushing him to turn off his computer and spill the words that are stuck on the back of his tongue on a piece of paper. That grip is unforgivable and unclear but he starts writing as if it was the only thing left to do, maybe it is. It feels like survival instinct at this point, it feels like the last attempt to collect the pieces of himself you left behind.

Dear you,

Happy birthday, wherever you are in this world. Another letter is about to join the pile. How many are there already? I wouldn’t know. I stopped counting since it made me sick.

As every time, I hope it’s the best birthday you have ever had. I remember the twenty-third birthday we spent together as if it were yesterday. I can no longer recall the way your eyes wrinkled under your bright smile or the sound of your echoing laughter but I do remember that warm feeling inside my chest, the pain in my cheeks from laughing with all my heart. How pleasant was it to be able to live it all with you? To be able to embrace you, to breathe you, to see you. Forgive me, my love, for I am no longer capable of picturing anything of you. I wish I could. I wish I could be haunted by a proper ghost, at least, and not just a glimpse of the range of emotions that animated me when you were by my side. All I can remember now is that you felt like a firework and that my eyes never met a prettier human. It’s so truly unfair to think about the fact that no one matters as much as you still do.

I am drifting off, am I? I always tend to do that in those letters. I hope you’re doing well, I really do. Did you spend your birthday with the ones who love you? I hope you’re happy and healthy. It’s the only important thing, or at least that’s what I have learned so far.

I hate those letters, they make me realize how lonely I am. Somehow, it feels like I’m expecting an answer that is never going to arrive.

Fuck. My skin aches from the lack of your touch. I miss you so fucking much. Just tell me what to do. I tried everything and you’re still stuck inside my brain. I’m a sorcerer for fuck’s sake, one of the most powerful beings to have ever existed and yet the concept of one single human defeats me day after day, rebirth after rebirth. I’m a fucking shame for my kind. I hate you. I love you so very much. Happy birthday.

Yours truly, Corpse Husband

The paper is stained by the storm that has been building up in Corpse's mind for hours. The letters are deformed now. Look at the mess you just made. He throws the letters away, where he can no longer see it and brings his knees to his chest, resting his head between his legs. He feels like screaming one more time but he’s choking. Sweet and sore agony grips his throat as his veins are burning with thick poison.

Don’t be fooled, Corpse would have been able to cast a spell or two to forget about your existence and spare himself a bit. Yet, it would only erase the last proof he had of you, not his feelings. He would have to bear the burden of a quest he could no longer figure out. He would be left longing for something that no longer existed. As if it wasn’t the case already. He wishes he could sleep, life would be so fucking easier if he could just fall asleep.

A few days have passed since your birthday. The thread between days and nights is thin and confusing and the candle on Corpse’s desk is still radiating with as much energy as the first day.

Corpse’s head is heavy, aching, he wonders if he could still carry it on his shoulders if he wasn’t lying on his bed. That sore body feels like it has been drained from an eagerness that has been growing for too long. Corpse groans, trying to figure out what’s sheets and blankets and what’s limbs, living up to the name he chose for himself.

Every ray of the sun is burning his skin. It leaves his body smelling like heat, he doesn't like that smell. Now, he could just get up and draw the curtains but that laziness is as weary as infiltrated. If only it could rain, maybe it would soothe his nerves and his growing migraine.

After a few minutes of silent fulminations, Corpse finally unlocks his phone and opens his texts one by one just to ignore them. He’s curled up on himself, as if a compressed version of his darkness could help in order to block the light. Sorcerers are supposed to be tied with nature, with every ray of the moon and the sun. His bond with the sun is molded, if not completely doomed to grow untie. Corpse is a sorcerer like no others and that goes without saying.

One text captures his breath and his attention, bringing back some interest into the numbness. It’s coming from you, y/n. Or at least, the “you” from this present life. The “you” who isn’t aware of the past and the “you” Corpse doesn’t know is the one he has been looking for during eternity.

In this life, the two of you aren’t close enough to be friends -and he would never let you take that role- but, by the time of your first Twitter interaction -which consisted of you tweeting emo Sykkuno with tattoo pictures and Corpse replying with a meme that said "If life is a simulation please turn it off", Corpse knew you should be near him at all time. Not too close for you to actually be able to touch him but definitely not too far. It’s peculiar but something that has to be felt, not explained; a primitive hunch so loud it couldn’t be unheard.

His mind is awake again. The plan for today, which consisted of him rotting in his bed, seems compromised right now. Corpse turns to lay on the left side of the bed, where the sheets are cooler. His brows furrow and he sighs heavily as he rubs his eyes with his thumbs.

Corpse really doesn’t know why he’d feel that way in the first place for someone like you. You always seem so organic, radiating, so free in the way you choose to exist. He envies you for being so authentic when all he can afford to do is remain hidden, where no light can really reach him if not to draw a faint shape of his being. No harsh feelings though, it’s just the way he feels about anyone who doesn’t sound fake. There is still a bit of remaining endearment in the way Corpse’s words are thrown at you, you just have to know what to look for.

Now, Corpse trades his horror narrator's advices against some social media help. Those things are bigger than him, he’s too old for that anyway. You think the way he still uses symbols as emojis is charming -no one does that anymore- but Corpse just can’t keep up with today’s slang and way of showing emotions via texts. Kids these days are just too creative with the way they express themselves.

[Hello, Mr Sorcerer, hope you’re doing good. I need your help on something.]

Huh.

He meets your words and his mind gets coated in sweat, frozen blood preventing the next heartbeat from happening. Who told you?

Corpse can’t wrap his mind around the fact that his most precious secret is being exposed with that much negligence. He can count on his fingers the number of people who are aware of his true nature, half of them are actually other magical beings of some sort. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

His head is hammered by thoughts. He thinks he’s screwed, that everyone will know. He can already foresee what is about to come. That’s why there is a bit of fear in the way his eyebrows are arching. His alerted mind screams for him to just throw his phone across the room but his fingers, covered in panic, are faster. The first text he sends is not directed to you, but to Sykkuno, his familiar.

Familiars are to sorcerers what assistants are to magicians. In short -but not limited to- a massive help.

Corpse’s link with Sykkuno transcends the law of words and thoughts. They just understand each other and the way they do, without even having to see each other, is just something that has to be witnessed once in a lifetime. It’s a sort of energy that travels through space, a special connection. It's light and invisible but leaves a warm trail on its way.

However, what doesn’t transcend their bond is the concept of time zone -which Corpse forgot about for a second. Sykkuno is probably asleep right now. Corpse’s panic takes back its race once he realizes he’s on his own and he types:

[Haha, very funny. You know, if you wanted to talk, you just had to say hi :)]

Denial, that will do the trick, right? You can’t be that persistent. Or at least that’s what Corpse hopes when he leaves his phone on an unstable balance on his forehead, waiting for an answer he hopes would spare his mind from yet another issue he has to take care of.

[I knew you’d say that but don’t worry, I promise I won’t snitch,] you reply, lips twitching under a sly smile. [I’m way too afraid of you cursing me or something.]

[Who told you shit like that anyway?]

[I just know someone.]

His expression hardens, that head keeps throbbing harder and harder by the minute. You’re so impetuous and it turns him into an impatient and choleric fog. The topic is too important, crucial and it shows how you truly have no idea what you’re talking about when you act as recklessly as you do.

[Some crazy folk told you about magic and you believed them, huh? Thought you were smarter than that.]

[Dream would be pretty upset if he knew you called him “some crazy folk”.]

Corpse stares numbly at his screen before sitting back on his bed, pulling away from his vision the curly strands that fell down. He throws a bunch of silent curses at the sun which is still attacking him, if not even more now. He types a few words but erases them in a snap, repeating the process once or twice more. Now he has to send another text, this one is for Dream : “we need to talk.”

What a weird day.

Questions, Corpse has so many of them but he can’t stop shaking his head with confusion. He had no idea you knew Dream. Why would Dream reveal something so critical as Corpse’s identity? Why would another sorcerer send you his way? That’s not how things are done unless it’s something they deem they wouldn’t be able to handle and there’s really a few things Dream wouldn’t be able to do. Corpse hesitates for second, fingers fidgeting in the air. He doubts that he would ever be capable of doing something Dream can’t do but does it really matter when, right now, you’re holding information you should never be holding in the first place?

[Feeling like trading secrets under the full moon?] You outbid. It’s always so tempting to tease Corpse when he sounds like a grumpy old man.

[A sincere fuck you.]

[That’s very rude, Mr Sorcerer.]

The way you avoid providing any sort of explanation grows in his mind like weeds that need to be ripped off. Really, from all the good timing in the world, you had to choose the worst one. But there’s the faintest hint of a smile on his lips when he does the math and realizes that, if you wanted to use that secret to your advantage, you would have done it by now. A slow relief that softens his headache. Also, Corpse is well aware that, as annoying as you can get, he can’t refuse you a thing.

[Fine, tell me what you need.]

[So I keep seeing the same number again and again and your name keeps appearing in my head at random times. Still don’t get the correlation but I know there is one. I wanna know the number’s meaning and how I can get rid of you.]

Corpse huffs, he’d like to know that himself. He’s about to laugh it off when he reads the text one more time. Something about it is mysterious enough to pique his curiosity. You mentioned his name, it bothers him. Not that he doesn’t appreciate you thinking about him but because it sounds odd enough to be something related to magic in one way or another. There’s this mix of excitement and apprehension that fills the pit of his stomach and now half of a smile is embellishing his lips. This buzzing sound in his brain, maybe it’s the final signal that he should start practicing magic again, the final signal his life will feel thrilling again.

[Call you in 5. This is a consultation by the way, I’m not doing this for free.]

[Fine, you rat.] You answer with a victorious smile.

Corpse’s words linger in the air. It’s smooth like velvet -you could almost touch it if you pictured it hard enough- and it’s soothing in some way. It’s deep mumbles and bits of light chuckles and a little magic. You’re spinning slowly on your chair, playing with strands of your hair. There’s a different tone in Corpse’s voice. He sounds tired and it’s mixed with something else you can’t really pinpoint. For the best or the worst, that, has yet to be determined.

“So.” Corpse says, bringing you back to reality. “What’s that number you were talking about?”

“Right. So, I keep seeing the number 5 everywhere. I wake up at 5:55 every morning. When my eyes are looking at the clock, it’s 5:55PM and it extends to absolutely everything.” You faintly slap your palm against your thighs in exasperation.

Corpse is silent for a moment as he tries to collect the bits of knowledge that are still hanging here and there inside his mind. As he expected, the pressure below his left eyebrow makes it hard to think. He really doesn’t get why Dream wouldn’t be able to take care of a matter that sounds so frivolous. It feels like the most important piece of the puzzle is missing , the one that makes the whole picture makes sense.

“Okay, this is not really my specialty but the number 5 is an interesting angel number.” Corpse hums. The word “specialty” echoes. Dream talked about that once and somehow, that’s how you finally realized that Corpse was, indeed, a sorcerer. Not that you wouldn’t believe the information in the first place but there’s a remarkable difference between learning and experiencing. What would be his specialty then?

Dream introduced you to this new veil a couple of months ago and you never fully believed in it before getting involved. Maybe that’s why you never talked about it to anyone. Even now, your skeptical nature always finds its way back to you. He said all sorcerers had specialties and that his was clairvoyance. You don’t really know what that means but you wouldn’t ask too much. Knowledge seems like a curse in that field, or at least that’s what you have learned from Dream’s distressed tone when he talked about the past. He always sounded like a broken record, a little out of tune, as if his soul was still partially stuck back there and maybe that’s why Corpse always sounded that way too.

“Do you believe in guardian angels?” You raise an eyebrow, high voice brimming with confusion.

“Do you?” Corpse pauses, you’re silent for a couple of seconds and he realizes that he won’t get an answer to that. “The number 5 is your guardian angel trying to tell you that things are about to change in your life. In fact, it means that the process already started.”

“You’re kinda scaring me though,” you say as you readjust your sit, nose wrinkling under an almost grimace. You don’t like it, you don’t like their world. It’s not yours, you’re only a human with a mere life and an almost mere job. Sometimes, you hate Dream for letting you on this secret you were now forced to keep. It always felt so two faced.

“You don’t have to be scared, the change is only gonna benefit you.” Corpse’s voice is soft and the way you can tell he believes in the words he is speaking is almost as surprising as reassuring. You can’t help it, you don’t like change. The unknown is called that way for a reason and maybe this reason is the explanation for why it needs to remain that way.

“Sure,” you coy. “What do I do about you? That’s what really interests me.”

He scoffs. Trust me, that’s what interests him the most as well. Yet Corpse knows no answer to that. He hesitates for a second and his eyes wander into the void. Should he let you know that he doesn’t have a clue, that it somehow scares him as much as it intrigues you? It feels like his broken sorcerer ego would crack even more if he did. Maybe he just had to find out before letting you know.

“Are you obsessed with me, y/n?” Corpse winces. Why would he have to travel through sarcasmland(™) to escape the question? His eyes go wide for a second, flickering on corners of his empty room. It’s only fair that he would tease you like you tease him, right?

“You’re just being annoying now,” you mumble, cheeks flushing in a vivid tint of pink and Corpse snorts.

Corpse almost forgot about himself for a second, about that damn candle, but it hits him once the conversation fades away and the static silence is the only thing left. So he gets up, grunts in complaint rooted out by sore muscles, turns his computer on and plays some rain sounds. The melody of droplets hitting the ground is reminding him how to breathe.

“Rain sounds, huh,” you whisper. “You like those.”

Corpse hums and the two of you are left listening to the rain. It tickles your ears pleasantly, so you close your eyes and relax in the back of your chair for a moment. It’s a beautiful disharmony if you really pay attention, just like Corpse is. You feel like the conversation is about to end, you don’t want him to hang up just yet.

“Corpse?” Your voice trails for a second and Corpse hums again. “Why did you decide to be faceless?”

“What did Dream answer to that question?” His tone is interesting, a bit higher than it probably should have been. What came up as conversation modalities turns into a piqued interest.

“He never answered me," you mumble.

“So people like you can’t take advantage of our nature in real life too,” he lies and you can tell by the half chuckle that travels with the answer.

You know you won’t get more from him, way less than you wish you did. Those faceless sorcerers always leave you hanging. They let you in on their little Hannah Montana life but never bear the consequence that is this endless and flowing well of questions. The rain rings heavily through your ears. It’s time for the call to end.

"Goodbye, Mr Sorcerer,” you sing before hanging up.

When the darkness finally surrounds Corpse, he slips into a strange place that greets him with a familiar smell; vanilla and freshly cut grass. The birds are singing. He takes a long inspiration, his body knows before he does. Corpse looks around, trying to let the image of the surrounding setting sink in.

That place seems oddly familiar, yet totally new; a kitchen made of golden wooden walls. It's decorated with an old and distinguished taste. The wooden table is dressed with a pretty blue and red tablecloth. Vases of fresh flowers displayed on parts of the kitchen, dried herbs hanging above the sink in front of the window. It’s dipped in sunlight, too bright to be real. The rays of light are swaying with the shadows of branches which are dancing outside with the wind. Corpse doesn’t mind the light for once, he even closes his eyes for a second to let every pore of his body get soaked in it. God, did he miss that place.

“Honey, I was waiting for you.”

Corpse’s heart jumps a little before clutching harder. He knows who’s here, he knows it’s his unforgettable love and the idea makes him almost want to never open his eyes again. He can feel it, the profound kindness and sweet smiles that are surrounding you like it always have and it makes his eyes burn with tears that are ready to trail down his cheek, sobs jostling inside his throat. Corpse wishes he could just cover you in embraces and kisses but he can’t, he can never do that in those dreams.

Corpse tries his hardest not to let the frustration immerse him in bitterness by controlling his breathing which could get carried away at any moment now. He finally swallows it all to look at you. There’s a significant disappointment on his face when he realizes yours is as blurry as always. He wishes he could just witness this beauty one more time. He doesn’t remember what your face looks like, you’re not real. It’s nothing but a dream and you’re not here.

“I made some cookies for you.” The ghost of you says as it points out a chair that seems to have appeared out of nowhere, inviting him to take a seat as it does the same. “Those are your favorite, remember?”

With a voice sweeter than honey, so bewitching, Corpse’s body works on its own and mimics your gestures. His eyes are frozen on your silhouette. He tries to remember the shades and colors that were once painted on your face. If only he could remember.

“Did you redecorate our kitchen?” Corpse asks as he takes a bite of the cookie.

“Did I?” Your past self wonders out loud. “It’s been so long, I can’t tell.”

The treat tastes as good as it always has, Corpse takes another bite. The silence in the kitchen is delicate, contemplative. Outside, the weather is lovely; white clouds floating above the endless and bright green meadows. Corpse tries to take everything he can from that dream, from the peacefulness he feels now deep inside, and the perfume of your skin, to the sweet voice that caresses his ears. If Corpse could stay here forever, he would.

“Why are you here, my love?” You suddenly ask, forcing Corpse’s attention which he refuses by looking away.

“I wonder if the wind is warm or cool outside, maybe I should check.”

Corpse knows what happens every time you visit his dreams : you end up asking this question, he answers and suddenly he’s alone and you vanished into thin air. The response is always the same; because I miss you. It leaves him feeling lonelier than ever, craving a presence he can no longer be blessed with. Just a little bit longer, please. He blinks rapidly to expel the few tears that are forming in his eyes, so the knot inside his throat wouldn’t become more unbearable than it already is. Corpse is left feeling so desperate and helpless.

In a precipitation he almost can't control, he gets up and walks towards the door. He just wants to feel the wind on his skin. Please, just a bit longer. Corpse is almost at the door when his eyes deform with stupor under the pressure of a hand that grabs his sleeve. His heart stops, he was never able to touch you in a dream before. What changed? There’s a moment of hesitation before his eyes travel from your hand, to your arm, to your neck, to your face and he can no longer swallow his emotions when he dives into your eyes. Your eyes, he can see them.

When Corpse wakes up, wiped out of his dream, his breath is short and sweat pearls down his forehead. He’s in a rush, he remembers something about your face, something important. He knows what to look for now; your eyes, your irises. They don’t match in color. The left is green, the right has a pretty hazel color.

☾ A/N : Welcome on this new AU my friends I’m so excited to have you here with me on this new journey! I hope you liked the first chapter. A big thank you to @moontwinkles for beta reading the chapter and being a big help 💗 How are we feeling about this? Faceless leo men being sorcerers and familiar Sykkuno??? Idk I’m a little too passionate about it. Don’t worry the next chapter won’t be as angsty as this one but I needed to express my thrist for angst lmao anyway let me know what you think! Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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