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yourmomxx · 7 months

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hii, i saw you were asking for some cm requests and i always have cm on my mind so, i was wondering if you could do something with a nurse!reader and spencer or hotch?? maybe just both of them coming home after a long day (a 12 hr shift for reader, probably a closed case for him) and domestic-y cosy comfort vibes. maybe some late night talks that don’t really make sense or lead to anything

thank u!! 🫶🫶 (as always with every request, no pressure)

a/n: oh, that’s such a sweet request, I just had to do it for both of them! I hope you like what I did with it, I love domestic vibes

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Sharing a home with Aaron Hotchner was a difficult thing to manage. Maybe, because the two of you weren’t home as much as a regular person would mostly be, but maybe because you had always been the proud owner of the ability to care - sometimes too much - about other people, and Aaron tended to go as far as to care not enough for himself.

So, after you both moved in together, it became sort of an unspoken contest between the two of you of who came home first, because it would inevitably set the tone for the rest of the night.

Aaron liked to spoil you senselessly when he came home before you, cuddling with you, making sure you relax, drink enough water, the whole deal.

And if you arrived home first, then, well - you did the things for him that he definitely missed out while he was away on a case.

You were standing near the stove, frying small slices of potatoes when the significant sound of turning keys and the front door opening rang through the halls.

When Aaron noticed your shoes standing out front, and the smell of freshly cooked food, a sigh escaped his lips that came close to a chuckle.

You just turned off the heat, when two strong arms were wrapped around you from behind, the feeling of soft lips pressing against the back of your head.

The warmth of a strong body was pressed against your backside. A content sigh slipped past your lips.

Everything safe and secure, you turned in Aaron’s hold and pecked his lips in a greeting kiss.

“Hello, handsome,” you smiled up at him. “Fancy seeing you again.”

Aaron let out a low grumble, corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he leaned down and kissed you again.

The feeling of him against you, in whatever way, was something you’d missed for the past three days that he had been away in - Nevada? Colorado? You didn’t know anymore.

“Hey.” The word came as a gentle murmur past Aaron’a lips as he broke away from you.

His eyes trailed over your shoulder and he craned his neck a bit.

“Are those fried potato slices?”

You nodded and pointed toward a bowl on the counter.

“With self made ranch, jalapeños and leek.” You dipped your head.

“Well, the jalapeños and the leek aren’t self made, but you know what I mean.”

Aaron smiled at you. “Yes, I do.” He kissed you again. God, it was so nice having him back.

Eating dinner with Aaron was also something that you had missed dearly, you did every time.

You would sit opposite each other on the old, but modern wooden table, and share stories about the recent cases you had worked, or patients you had treated, and you would spill the occasional - every single detail - about new gossip at work to your boyfriend.

Aaron didn’t always tell you everything about the cases he’s worked while he was away.

Some things simply were classified, some he just didn’t want you to be a part of, not in any way.

The warm light of the kitchen lamp illuminated his cheekbones beautifully.

Occasionally, the one or the other car would drive by the house.

Aaron dropped his go-bag on the floor next to your shared bed and pulled himself out of his work clothes to get ready for a shower.

You bent down to sort through the stuffed things of his duffle.

“These are all worn, right?” You asked him.

Aaron looked up at your question, but was as quick to wave you off.

“You don’t have to do that now, sweetheart,” He argued.

“You shower, and I’ll just do the simplest things in that time. Alright?”

Aaron weighed his head, and, after a few seconds of inner conflicting, agreed. “Alright. Thank you,” he said, and made his way to the bathroom.

You carefully sorted through his belongings, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for choosing a partner that was as neat and organized as Aaron was, because that way, you didn’t have to inevitably wash and iron every single one of his shirts whenever he came home from work.

You pulled a dark t shirt from the bottom of the bag and folded it up. It was a simple cut, one-colored.

You held your nose against the fabric. It smelled like Aaron’s perfume, as probably the whole batch of clothes from the bag did, but not like it had been worn by him all that often.

Short-handedly, you changed out of your Pyjama top and pulled Aaron’s shirt over your head instead.

You smiled as you adjusted the soft material. It was a much better option, anyway.

You were tossing the dirty pieces in the laundry basket just as Aaron came into the room again, sweatpants and a tshirt on, rubbing his black hair dry with a small towel.

He halted in his movements when he noticed what you were wearing. A tilt of his lips, almost like a smirk grew visible on his face.

He stepped the few feet closer to you and drew you into a loving kiss. All his feelings were poured into the small point were your lips met his, were you both were connected, for the break of a lifetime, but as beautiful it could last eternally.

He didn't distance himself much from you, your noises were still touching, and you could feel the wavering in his breath as he spoke.

"Looks comfortable, what you're wearing there."

You smiled quietly.

Aaron drew the towel over his hair one last time, before folding it and tossing it over the heating neatly.

You were already waiting for him under the warm covers when he crawled into bed.

His head sinking onto the pillow, Aaron closed his eyes and drew out a long sigh. "This feels good," He whispered.

Your fingers found their way into his hair naturally, combing through the short strands carefully.

Aaron didn't open his eyes, but you felt the light push as he leaned into your touch.

"Missed this bed," He murmured. And he looked at you.

"Missed you."

You leaned forward and brushed your lips with his. The sheets rustled.

"I missed you, too."

You fell asleep that night, warmed by the heavy down blanket, fingers resting against the stubbly jaw of the man you loved, feet tangled together somewhere under the sheets, basking in everything that was Aaron Hotchner.

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The warm breath of Spencer was slowly ghosting over your skin, where his head was tucked safely in your neck.

You felt his even breathing rhythm as his chest lifted up and down under your fingertips, which drew nonsense patterns over his light blue shirt.

Spencer and you had gotten home around the same time tonight, as much of a rare occurence that was.

The cold stone of the kitchen counter under your naked thighs was a nice cool in contrast to your heated skin.

When Spencer had entered the apartment, before the door had even clicked shut behind him, he had made his way over to you and pulled himself into you.

He had not let you go since.

The fingers of your one hand found themselves tangled in his dark curls.

Spencer was still leaning his weight against you, thumbs circling over the short sweatpants covering your hips, and tickling the sensitive skin there.

"Did you not sleep well, baby?" You hushed into his ear.

The only response to your question were indecipherable mumbles that Spencer gave from himself.

He had not been home for the past five days, being away on a case in another state kept him from that.

You knew about the way your boyfriend had difficulties with rest, sleep did not come easily to someone plagued by the images that he was every day on the job.

Your hand strayed down to his neck as Spencer ever so slightly leaned away, just the smallest bit to have your features in his view.

"I strongly dislike hotel beds," He clarified.

You hummed softly, straightening out his wrinkled brow with the tip of your thumb.

"Maybe we should get you those melatonin gummies at the store if you have more trouble sleeping, baby."

Spencer scrunched his nose, bottom lip circling into another frown.

"Can't you just heal me back to sleep?" He grumbled.

The soft shiver of a chuckle left your throat.

When Spencer was tired, he got grumpy. But not old man grumpy, more five year old child who didn't get his sweets-grumpy.

Pouty, if you want.

Though you would endure him either way, old man grumpy or child grumpy, out of the two options, you did prefer this one.

You ran your hands up and down his upper arms. “You know it doesn’t work like that, baby.”

Spencer groaned lowly into your neck.

You sighed and leaned slightly back, your hands immediately coming up to support your boyfriend’s head as if it would fall off from its sheer weight.

Maybe, with the way that Spencer wasn’t about to tense one muscle, it would.

You cupped his cheeks and stared lovingly into your boyfriend’s sleepy, dark brown eyes.

“Come on,” you urged him quietly.

“Let’s get this off of you,” Your fingers slid to the buttons of his shirt. “-and get you to sleep.”

Spencer whined. You grinned and shook your head.

You kept unbuttoning him slowly, until you reached the lowest one.

Your hands, warmed up by your boyfriend’s body, slid under the thin material and over his bare skin.

There was a tenderness in your touch, when you slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Spencer just stood there and let you work.

He didn’t take his eyes off you once.

But you didn’t see that.

“Come on,” you repeated, hushed, thumb slowly stroking over his slightly parted lips.

“Let’s go to sleep. I know you need it.”

Spencer’s eyes slid closed.

He nodded.

You leaned forward and touched his mouth with yours slowly, softly.

Spencer sighed. You felt his breath tickle the lower half of your face.

His hand was gripped in yours as you led him to the bedroom.

When Spencer shuffled to the bathroom, you let him.

He couldn’t go a day without cleaning his teeth. There was no way he would fall asleep, you had learned that a while ago.

You pulled your silk nightgown out from under the covers, and, for your part, changed your clothes.

When it was a few minutes later and Spencer still hadn’t come back from the bathroom, you threw a look to check in on him.

Your boyfriend was standing over the sink, head bowed and hair ruffled, toothbrush stroking over his teeth in slow, tired motions.

Slowly, you came up behind him and wrapped yourself carefully around his body.

Your fingertips were gliding over the skin of his chest like feathery touches, your lips breathed kisses along his upper back.

You felt Spencer’s muscles shiver when you trailed lower, feeling the hem of his pants and opening them.

You let them slide off his legs and pool on the heated floors.

Spencer lightly bended over to wash out his mouth. Water still dripping from his chin, he turned around to face you.

You were gazing up at him.

Spencer leaned his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes in content.

Spencer hummed lowly.

You breathed out. “Yeah,” you said.

You let your hand slide down his lower arm and grabbed his hand in yours. Spencer followed you when you somehow pulled him into the bedroom.

He noticed too late that he'd been cold, only when the warmth of the thick blanket wrapped around him, he realized.

He felt a radiate of heat close to him, you had slipped under the covers as well. Spencer automatically drew closer to you, and the comfort you had to spare.

It was a routine, a studied motion, when he cuddled up to your chest, and your hands found his hair again, and his thumb stroked over the naked skin where his hand had slipped beneath the material of your nightgown.

There was nothing sexual to it, just his touch, that was grounding you as well as reminding him that you were real and that you were here, and that you liked to be.

Spencer liked to think that the way you were scratching at the roots of his hair, that it dimmed his migraines.

He was a man of logic, of course, so, in theory, it wasn't really possible.

But that was maybe the one situation where his logical mind had surrendered to his emotional one without putting up much of a fight.

Your soft and carefull voice glid over his ears like the softest lullaby.

You were telling him about your day.

About work, about the nice employee at the coffee shop, at the young daughter you got to reunite with her injured daddy.

Spencer liked when you told him about your day. In-between his life of death, and destruction and manipulation, he enjoyed hearing about the good that happened to the bad he witnessed.

It was an anchor, a proof of what the world had to offer that were not brutally murdered victims.

He didn't notice when he fell asleep, carried away by the tunes of your words, at some point you just felt the heavings of his chest turn more slow and even.

You didn't stop talking, though. Not until the muscles in your jaw weighed heavy, and the words didn't come as smoothly anymore, and you, as well, drifted away into the dark, but comforting arms of slumber.

You would wake up the next day with your back pressed against Spencer's chest, his arm slung tightly over your middle, and nose buried in your bed-tousled hair.

And you would smile as you felt him before you had even opened your eyes, and turn in his arms and kiss him softly good morning.

And you would love it just in the same way that you had the countless mornings that had been before.

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i-write-boop-spoops · 11 months

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Living with Leon headcanons

ya girl is back with some galar-champ goodness! i gotta say, the living-with hcs have to be some of my favourite to write, i love the cute domesticity of it all. i wrote over 1k words of this to prove it! and i still probs have more to say

features gn! reader, a suggestive reference or two, and a wee bit of angst.

nsfw part 2 here

Enjoy!

You jumped at the chance to move in with Lee

It meant you could spend way more time together

With his busy schedule, you could go a long time without seeing him in person

Five weeks at one point :(

Facetime just couldn’t cut it…

Your heart simply couldn't take it anymore!

Even just to see him briefly in the morning or at night

Share a quick kiss

Curl up against him in bed

You’d take any small, but precious, moments with your champion!

Truth be told, Leon's Wyndon penthouse wasn't much of a home before you moved in

It was picked out by Chairman Rose, paid for by him actually

Despite having lived there for YEARS

It never felt like home to Leon

Just a place to sleep, eat and workout

He never had the time (or motivation) to really just make it his own

With the exception of Hop's bedroom, which the two of them lovingly decorated together

He really wanted his brother to feel loved and comfortable whenever he stayed over

He wants you to feel that way too!

Lee lets you go as crazy as you want when it comes to redecorating

It's YOUR home now, and you'll be spending way more time in it

Even if it's not his taste, he still enjoys seeing your personal touch shine through the décor

Places you were not allowed mess with were Hop's room (duh), the gym and the master bathroom

Those last two are his sanctuaries!

His gym isn't big by any means, but it has all his usual workout machines and free weights

A mat and bag for him to practice the fighting skills he learned from Mustard

Some stuff for his Pokemon to train too!

He likes to exercise in the mornings

At 5am eek

He invites you to join, though you usually just decline because that's VERY early and your bed is too big and cosy and warm and lovely

Sometimes though, you haul the covers into the gym and watch him work out all bundled up

Thoroughly enjoying yourself at the sight of his flexing muscles

While he thoroughly enjoys your shameless admiration

The one thing you do tend to join in as part of his work-out routine is the shower afterward ;)

Speaking of

The bathroom… omg the bathroom

There's a giant tub with jets

And he's got all the essentials

Bubble bath, bath bombs, Epson salts for when your muscles are cranky

He even has dried expensive seaweed from Hoenn if you want a seaweed bath that makes your skin so utterly soft

You swfinitely try and have a bath together once a week, it's the perfect way to de-stress, but also pamper yourselves!

His shower is also HUGE

And has jets too

Plus a waterfall option that makes it feel like you're in a sexy shampoo commercial

You have spent literally HOURS in there, it's so luxurious

And he can’t even complain because there’s plenty space for the two of you!

The drain gets clogged so easily from all his hair rip

Leon definitely takes care of appearance

His skincare routine is just perfection

His beard doesn't happen like that naturally either, he shaves quite regularly to keep the style neat

When you can, you love brushing Leon’s hair

He loves it too!

It’s so comforting for him, makes him feel all fuzzy

He likes when you style it too, even if it ends up a lil’ wonky

Like a lot of things about Leon his house, his TV is huge

He has a switch too!

Naturally, he gets competitive when you’re racing against each other in Mario Kart (but in a good-natured way!)

Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie is mandatory

If you EVER secretly watch the next episode of a show you’re supposed to watch together he will never speak to you again

His skill in the kitchen is not equal to his skill in battle, but he’s still pretty good

His meals tend to be on the healthier side, but he uses a lot of spices and seasonings to make them tastier

He makes a LOT of protein shakes be warned

Sometimes he even makes you breakfast in bed <3

He definitely has a secret stash of goodies for emergencies/when he doesn’t have to keep as lean during off-season

Of course, you do get curries from your local takeaway now and again!

Like every Galarian household, tea is sacred in your home

Both of you know exactly how the other likes theirs, and you both make sure it’s made to perfection each time

However you do butt heads on what biscuit to pair with your tea (and even the dreaded dunking debate :o )

By nature of the Pokemon League being such a phenomenon in Galar

Sponsorships are a huge deal

Meaning you often end up with a ton of free stuff

Leon lets you go through the goodies and take what you like

Most of the stuff is battle/sport related

You also end up with a lot of those rich people kitchen gadgets that are so much worse than what you already have

Why is dpes the blender need to be connected to the wifi?

You are secretly trying to get him to get a squishmellows sponsorships haha

When he's had a rough day, coming home to you is simply heaven

He'll climb into your arms and bury his face in his chest

Holding you so tight in the security of your shared space

While you play with his hair

In here, with you, there are no fans, no executives, no great big titles, no legacy to defend within an inch of his life

It’s just two lovers, taking care of each other

While he likes the apartment well enough (especially now with you in it)

He certainly does not plan to stay there forever

After he loses the champion title, he moves you into a beautifully vintage townhouse near the Battle Tower

It's definitely cosier and more lowkey

With room for a (sizable) family if that's your plan

And ofc a home gym and fancy bathroom

Plus a garden too, which you didn't have before!

He indulges himself a little and gets a cottage in Postwick for you to escape to when the hustle and bustle of the city gets a bit too much

#champion leon x reader #champion leon headcanons #champion leon #leon pokemon #leon pokemon x reader #leon pokemon headcanons #trainer leon #trainer leon x reader #trainer leon headcanons #fluff

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7ndipity · 1 month

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I saw that ask and poll about who was going to marry first, and I immediately thought to that short period of time everyone was convinced Namjoon was married and had kids.

That's not the reason I chose him tho. I did because I think he'd find "the one" first. Or better said he will make "the one" out of the person he chooses. He'll be so madly in love with this person that he doesn't care anymore. He decides that they're the one rather than waiting for some sort of specific reason or sign of the universe. I think Tae and maybe JK would wait for such a sign. That's also why I think Tae specifically will be the last one to marry. He'd be very picky in who he chooses to marry? He won't date much either because he dates to marry, and not to break up. So if he doesn't see marriage potential, he's not putting time and effort in dating you. (I am totally not projecting here or anything 🙄😂)

Jk would also want to wait for a sign but I think he would feel it more than that it's a sign from the universe. Almost like an epiphany? You'd be doing karaoke at home and you'd be singing and he'd look at you and as if he was just punched in the face with his feelings realises you're the one he wants to mary and spend the rest of his life doing karaoke in the living room.

Jin I think would be kind of traditional in the sense it'd be just like the movies? He finds a partner, spends some time dating, can't really imagine his life with someone else, decides to go for it and propose. Be engaged for a while, have a wonderful wedding, and start the rest of his life with you. No fuss, it just happens naturally.

You wouldn't even be surprised when Hobi announces his engagement. He was always raving about them and was fantasising about marrying them early on the relationship. So no one bats an eye and just asks when the wedding is planned so they can keep the date free.

I somehow think people would be surprised to hear when Jimin is going to get married? I feel like he wouldn't make a big deal out of the relationship with you. Like he would casually announce he has a partner, and then casually bring them out for dinner to meet the gang. Everything is just kind of casual? Very romantic still tho. He'd pull out their chair at the dinner and have his arm on the back of their seat. It just looks like they've been together for forever. The engagement and wedding would have the same vibe.

Okay last but definitely not least. Yoongi would be a bit of a combination of Jin, Namjoon & Jimin? It's a very domestic relationship. Also not a lot of fuss, but like Namjoon, he'd decide that the person he loves will be the one for him. He'd ask for help planning the proposal because he wants to surprise you and be very romantic, some may even say cheesy. So that might be a big thing, but in the way that he'd have a picnic in the park with fairy lights from Hobi and Jin helped with cooking all the meals and the maknae line would make sure everything looks cosy and soft and warm. Namjoon would help with preparing a "speech" when Yoongi wants propose. During the engagement and the planning of the wedding he'd be the person to back everything his partner wants and he would glare daggers at anyone saying they can't have what they wanted. Also the only person not to be afraid or too intimidated to reign you back in with the plans or tell you no. As long as he gets what he wants for the wedding (ie have the boys be his best men and maybe have Holly as flower dog), he's good with anything you want. He's whipped like that

Omg I love this!😭

I agree with you on most points, except maybe on Tae being the last to marry? Mainly bc I kinda see him having a similar epiphany moment like you described with Jk where the two of you are doing something simple or domestic together, like having dinner and talking abt your day, and he would just sorta realize that this is what he wants forever. You and him, together in that moment, are his sign.

And although he loves the idea of the big, romantic proposal(and he might still do that later, once he gets a ring), I think he would end up just saying it, right then and there, while the feeling is still strong in his mind, just "I want to marry you."

#7ndipity speaks #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts headcanons #bts reactions #bts reaction #bts scenarios

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hyunsvngs · 9 months

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Nervous anon here again...could I please ask for the boys reactions of calling them daddy/mummy for the first time? 🥺

Also you all are so lovely!

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO BE NERVOUS ABOUT BBY. this has me thinking... mommy minho. mommy lix. MOMMY HYUNE. i have a lot to say.

chan: god, i can imagine you doing it as a joke. he's always caring for you, always looking out for you and he's just such a daddy. one day, he dries your hair for you with a towel and you're grinning, saying "thanks, daddy." oh god, he's instantly hard. he's babbling, blinking at your reflection in the mirror. "you- huh?!" definitely gets you to say it again and he's so blushy, giggling with his awkwardness. he's not so giggly when he fucks into you after tho, pinning you to the bed and making you tell him exactly who's fucking you that good - your daddy.

minho: no bc mommy minho. imagine he spoonfeeds you some of his pudding one day, and it just flies out. "c'mon, eat up for mommy." when he realises what he said, his eyes would go wide, plump lips parting. ears even tinged red with his embarrassment. but you're just grinning, licking your lips of the pudding. "am i mommy's kitty?" god he'd die. he's throwing his prized pudding away immediately, yanking your shorts down. he didn't even realise how much he was into it.

changbin: changbin strikes me as someone who would get SO blushy if you called him daddy. like, he's just fucking into you, and he's such the type to fuck you so good and so sensual you're doing the whole "give it to me, daddy. harder.". his ears are immediately perking up, eyes racking over your body. "yeah? 'm your daddy? god, again." and you'd whine, just repeating the word over and over for him. he'd get off on it SO bad, even though he's the furthest thing from the dom.. would probably ignite a breeding kink

hyunjin: GOD he strikes me as another mommy sort of guy. just imagine him laying there, versace robe and nothing else, hair wet from his shower and dripping little droplets of water down his bare chest.. you'd walk in, eyes raking over him. "god, hyunnie, you look really mommy right now," you'd say, taking in his appearance. he's just scrolling on his phone, legs spread. you can see his cock just existing under there, and all of a sudden, you're fixated on it. "wow, really?" he's giggling, and when you don't respond, eyes fixated on his cock, he's locking his phone and throwing it to the side. "why don't you come and ride your mommy then, darling?" oh my GOd

jisung: my brain immediately went to you calling him daddy and him calling you mommy. you're both making out, and his cock is just about breaching your hole. he's so drippy for you, the lubrication adding to the messy slide between your legs. "daddy, c'mon, fuck your mommy," you find yourself blurting it, and god, jisung's eyes just go WIDE. he's immediately bottoming out inside of you, hips feverishly jerking against yours. "mm- is daddy fucking mommy good? yeah?" and you're nodding, whining against his lips. he's whining himself and its just all hfsgdhjgd desperate for eachother

felix: MOMMY LIXIE AGENDA. mommy lixie who bakes u little treats when you're delirious in bed from the flu or something <3 ur all cosy in ur bed, just a lil burrito and felix brings you some brownies in, still in his apron. he looks so domestic, so malewife, so mommy. you giggle when he hands you a plate of brownies. "yay, mommy brought me treats." n he's IMMEDIATELY blushing, giggling a lil too. "am i mommy, angel?" you nod, thinking you just gotta stick with the part yk. "is my angel too out of it for me to fuck you? i think you need to feel mommy's cock, precious." OHMYGDO

seungmin: oh god so cocky. fucking you from behind, and you're just whining, gripping the sheets. "y-yes, that's it, daddy!" immediately smacking your ass, chuckling behind you. "daddy? seriously? are you that out of it?" you're whimpering, babbling in response. god he'd be all "daddy's fine for now, while you're this dumb. but i'm sir later, got it?" you don't even know what he's said, really, just whining out for your daddy while he makes you cum over and over around him.. oh my god

jeongin: NOOOO BC DADDY INNIE? JESUS. he'd be so fucking elated if you called him that. just imagining him fingering you senseless on the sofa, all the boys are out from the dorm and you're just whining into his shoulder, drooling all over it. all of a sudden, you're rambling, "daddy, your fingers are so long, i- hnng!". and jeongin's immediate reaction is to giggle, kissing your forehead. he's honestly abt to scream bc u finally called him that and he's been WAITING for it. just him going "yeah? are daddy's fingers makin' you feel good?" with a stupid lil smile im gonna die

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: ot8

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herb10 · 2 years

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Justin as a Boyfriend...

Summary: headcanon list of what I think Justin would be like as a boyfriend Pairing(s): Justin Herbert x fem!reader Warning(s): mentions of sex

Disclaimer: the following written work comprises “real person fanfiction” (RPF); any characters mentioned are entirely fictional or fictionalised versions of real people. Any dialogue or circumstance that bears resemblance to reality is coincidence.

[masterlist]

- Justin's a softie ok? might not always show it but he's feels it

- not big into PDA but would hold your hand or gently wrap an arm around you to keep close to you in public

- reaching for you when you're standing slightly too far away or paying too much attention to someone else

- subconsciously looking for you in a crowded room

- like a cat; a weird combo of clingy and aloof

- loves being social and introducing you to his friends/teammates and seeing you integrate with the people he loves to spend his time with

- thrilled when he gets to meet your friends but also nervous bc he just wants to fit into your world

- even more nervous meeting each other's parents bc he just wants everything to be perfect and he wants his folks to love you as much as he does and to impress your parents so that they approve of him

- calls your parents by their titles even when they say it's ok to call them by their first names

- respectful boy is thankful to your folks for creating you just for him

- 100% gentleman; will open doors for you and do things for you without prompt

- cosy, cuddly home dates on the sofa watching films or playing board games are his favourite

- will still take you out to the movies or to that restaurant you mentioned earlier in the week bc whilst going out makes him uncomfortable at times he wants to make you happy

- very domestic; will tidy up around you and cook with you

- will absolutely side eye you for not putting stuff away after using it ("why do you leave your makeup everywhere?") and leaving hair stuck to the shower screen ("long hair isn't an excuse you know" *points at head*)

- jokingly chastises you for "stealing" his hoodies but secretly loves it bc of how big they are on you and how soft and cute you look wearing them

- also loves that they smell like you afterwards (is that perfume or body wash? He doesn't know and doesn't care bc it's you) bc it's his favourite smell in the whole world

- playing footsie with you under the table at meals

- acts like it's annoying but loves it really bc he likes to win and enjoys your giggles and squeals of delight when he pins your tiny feet under his

- our man is tactile and loves a good cuddle sesh

- spooning with you on the sofa or in bed is his happy place bc he likes how small you are compared to him and how you fit into him so perfectly

- being big makes him feel like a man to you, wanted and needed, even over little things like getting something down from the top shelf for you bc you can't reach

- loves playing with your hair

- loves it when you run your fingers through his hair during a kiss or just during quiet chill moments on the sofa or whatever

- small butterfly kisses in public, deep and heated kisses in private

- showers together to "conserve water"

- "it's LA, babe, we have droughts. It doesn't rain here like it does in Oregon 🥺"

- but it's really bc he likes to take every opportunity to admire you

- will kiss your neck and shoulders whilst he helps wash your hair and back

- tries not to make it sexual but somehow it always ends in sex anyway

- complains about how long you take to get ready but secretly loves to watch the small details of your routine

- the way your hands brush through your hair when you go to tie it up, the way your hips shimmy into your jeans, the focus in your eyes when you do your makeup

- loves how supportive you are of his career and the sacrifices you make so he can play the sport he loves

- he loves your dignity in the face of that sacrifice and how you still have your own identity and independence

- you don't need him, you want him and for him

- 100% loyal

- man isn't the type to step out on you; if there's a problem he's saying it to you outright and expects the same from you

- the loyalty he shows his team is directed at you tenfold

- appreciates how you just know what to say and when to say it (even if that means nothing at all after a bad day at practice or a shitty game)

-you know all of him like how to temper his flaws and he loves that he can do the same for you

- when he knows, he knows and he'll love you forever...

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#elle writes #justin herbert #nfl fanfic #nfl imagines #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic #justin herbert imagines #nfl fanfiction

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everythingdenied · 1 year

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Hello! Love ur blog! Lil blurb idea - cos I’m in a similar situation - Ross helping his gf prepare for her “normal” job doing a big pitch to get a client and she’s all nervous….

hihihi bff <3 i hope whatever's going on work wise goes super well for u!!! good luck bb and endlessly proud no matter what!!! anyway's ross would literally be the cutest in this situation he is so domestic bf this is perfect!!

"Shit, Ross. I don't think I can do this" I huffed as I tripped over my words once again, frustratedly throwing the stack of papers in my hand onto the coffee table. "I think I'm just gonna call in sick or something."

From his cosy spot on the sofa, Ross shook his head, watching me with a look of concern as I anxiously paced around the living room, checking the time on my phone once more.

"No, no, no. Don't be silly. You're doing great. C'mon, you've got like...ten minutes. Just start from the beginning again, yeah?"

Ever the optimist, Ross shot me an encouraging smile, gingerly picking the papers up from the table and holding them out to me. However, I didn't so much as move, nervously chewing my bottom lip as I stared at the thick wad of paper in his hand as if they were a threat to me. "I-" My vision became blurred as I felt the familiar sting of tears tears pricking my eyes, my arms falling to my side limply. "Fuck. I can't..."

A sob wracked my body as I stood dumbly in the middle of the room, feeling my heart thump against my chest at the very prospect of today's big pitch. Taking instant notice of my upset, Ross quickly discarded the paper, brows knitting together empathetically.

"Oh, love" He crooned sweetly, invitingly holding his arms out to me. "C'mere, you..."

Without wasting so much as a second, I crawled into his embrace, settling my self on his lap as I burrowed my head into his cable-knit jumper, the familiar scent of his detergent providing me some solace. He engulfed me in a tight hug, being extra careful not to crease the blouse I'd spent so long picking out earlier this morning as I sobbed into his chest, my tears dampening his sweater.

"S-sorry..." I whimpered apologetically, voice slightly muffled. "Know I'm being stupid. It's j-just a pitch but..."

"Hey, shh." Ross cut me off, pressing a saccharine kiss to my forehead as his hand rubbed my bag comfortingly, swaddling me in his big arms like a baby. "Don't say that. Course you're not being stupid. This is a really big day for your career. S'completely fine to be scared."

My lip wobbled as I gazed up at my boyfriend through bleary eyes, wondering exactly what good deed I'd done in a past life to deserve the man before me. He smiled softly, delicately trailing the pads of his fingers up and down my spine.

"Sayin' that though; it's not worth getting yourself all worked up for, lovey. S'pecially when I know for a fact you're gonna smash it." He continued.

"But what if I...what if I completely fuck it up?" I sniffled.

Ross shook his head, dismissing such a notion as I curled up on his lap, wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve.

"Babe...I've seen how hard you work. Have to practically drag you away from that bloody laptop of yours most nights." He scolded playfully as he pressed his finger to the tip of my nose, drawing a half hearted chuckle from my lips. "You're not gonna fuck it up. I promise."

"A-are you sure?"

Ross nodded his head confidently, tilting my head upwards to tenderly kiss the salty tears beading my lips.

"I'm sure" He hummed. "You're gonna walk in there, looking all sexy and business-y in your suit, and you're gonna blow their fuckin' socks off. Pinky promise."

He held his pinky finger out to me, which was comically larger than my own, and wrapped it around mine, unable to hide the smile creeping onto his face as I let out a soft giggle, sniffing back the last of my tears.

"There' we go. There's that gorgeous smile." Ross chuckled teasingly, giving me one last peck as he tapped my hip. "Now Let's get you all cleaned up and then I'll drive you to work, yeah? Even stop at starbucks on the way if you want. Sound like a plan?"

#i think i fell asleep half way thru writing this but then i woke up idfk??#anywho slayyy xxx #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #blurb night <3

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svtcherry · 2 years

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Home - Boo Seungkwan

Fluff, angst

Summary: after another bad date, y/n decides to finally confess her love for her best friend.

Your usual bf2l trope and domestic Boo<3

You unlock the door, sighing as you get inside your small- but cosy- apartment.

As soon as you got in, the smell of your favorite pasta hit your nostrils, and for a second, you forgot the reason why you were so upset you could barely drag your feet across the floor.

Tonight was no different than most date nights you've had over the past couple of months since you decided to put yourself out there again and start dating (aka try to get over your very real, very romantic feelings for your best friend). Boring, miserable and making you question your self worth, would be an accurate way to describe those dates.

"Y/n? You're home?" Seungkwan asked from the kitchen once he heard the door unlock, but he didn't get a reply from you. When he came to the living room to check on you, he immediately knew why.

You were sitting on that tiny couch Seungkwan despises and tells you to throw away because "it barely fits two people" according to him, with a huge frown on your face.

He called your name again and you turned around to look at him surprised. " Oh, what are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming"

He sat down next to you and he gave you a small hug "I had some business nearby and i thought I'd come over and cook your favorite pasta like the great best friend to that I am" You snorted, which earned you a small slap on your arm. " What's up with you tho, you don't look good?" And that's all it took for the dam to break.

"Seungkwan? What's wrong with me?" At this point you were crying a river and the poor boy was so startled because you usually never cry around him. " W-what do you mean? Nothing is wrong with you. What happened, talk to me? Hmm?"

"I went on another date today" he immediately understood your frustration but he just let you continue " with the cute guy from Management Accounting that asked for my number the other day. He seemed so interested in me before we went on the date, but today he was so.... I don't think I've ever seen a person look so bored in my entire life Seungkwan. He was on his phone THE ENTIRE TIME and he sighed a lot like he didn't wanna be there... And... It just made me feel so pathetic and sorry for my self you know? Like I don't deserve to be in a happy relationship ".

He was getting angrier every second you kept talking. He stroked your back gently to help you calm down.

"And that's not even the worst part. He flirted with the waitress the entire time and after we paid - we split the check but you know i don't really care about that - HE THEN ASKED ME TO DO THAT ASSIGNMENT I'VE BEEN BUGGING YOU ABOUT FOR WEEKS NOW. CAN YOU BELIEVE HIM???"

At this point you were having a full breakdown. You stained Seungkwan's shirt with your make-up too, and even tho he noticed, he really didn't care.

He wished you'd see that what you think of yourself is not true, that you deserve to be treated with respect and kindness, that you're absolutely worth it.

He wished you could see how much he loves you.

"You know " you sniffed " I caused all of this to myself. And before you say that I'm talking shit again, I'm really not." You cut him off before he could say anything, but there was still a curious look on his face so you continued.

" I fell in love with someone" his curious face turned into a surprised one and you giggled nervously "yeah, I didn't tell you, I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone really."

"Did they like you back? Did you tell them?"

You scoffed " would I be here crying and staining your shirt if he did? Tsk. Anyway. I think I've been in love with him ever since we met, but i only realized 6? 7 months ago? I'm not really sure."

"All this time, I've been trying to get over him and replace those feelings, thoughts, everything, with someone else. And yes I know how wrong it sounds Seungkwan but I know he doesn't like me back. And I was too much of a chicken to confess, because what if I did and then I ruined everything that we had? That was something I couldn't bear".

"I couldn't bear the thought of not waking up to his good morning texts, not receiving daily reminders to take my vitamins and to dressing warm during the winter. If I lost him, who would binge watch the romance movies we've watched a 100 times already? Who would sing Twice songs with me on that stupid karaoke place in Itaewon?Who would cook me my favorite pasta because he's a "great best friend" and rub my back gently when I need to cry?"

You could feel his eyes burning holes through your head, but now that you poured your heart out, you couldn't stop.

"I can't bear it anymore Seungkwan. I'm in love with you, hell I've been in love with you ever since I saw down next to you in English class on our freshman year. But you are the most important person in my life, and I don't know what I'm gonna do when you decide to stop talking to me because you don't feel the same."

You turned to look at him, only to find him looking back at you with a face void of any expression.

"I'm sorry Kwanie, but I fell in love with you and I don't know if I will ever stop. I mean 6 months worth of failed dates couldn't do the job, i don't know what will " you laughed but he was still looking at you without saying anything.

"Seungkwan... Please say something"

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. All this time he thought he was the only one in love and afraid to jeopardize your friendship.

As he saw you stand up, he immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap, holding your face in his hands gently.

" Don't stop. Please don't ever stop loving me Y/n"

"I... Wh-"

"Because I've been in love with you ever since i first saw you in the uni's cafeteria eating with your friends, months before we first met. I've been in love with you for way too long now for you to stop loving me".

Both of you sat in silence for a few moments, taking each other and what you said in.

His thumb touched your lips gently, you cought his eyes on your lips as well. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, be closer to him, closer than ever before.

There weren't any fireworks or butterflies in your stomach when you finally felt his soft lips against yours. Instead, you felt warmth, happiness and love. You felt like you were home after being lost for so long.

"I love you" he never thought it would be so easy to be able to say it to you at last.

"I love you too Kwannie" you gave him another kiss and you rested your head on his shoulder and snuggling with him.

"Y/n?" "Hmm?" " I hate to ruin the mood, but the pasta is gonna get cold." You look up to him, clearly not amused and you get up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

"Go go, I'll get everything ready" he kissed your forehead and rushed to the kitchen, which made you giggle.

Seungkwan was your home, and you couldn't be happier.

#seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #svt fluff #boo seungkwan #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan fanfic #seungkwan #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan imagine #boo seungkwan scenarios #svtcherry #screaming crying sobbing #i may or may not be smiling while thinking of this rn

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trucoop · 1 year

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I would love to hear your absolute favorite trucoop head canons if u have time :)

Hiii!! Thanks for this!!

If I'm honest, there aren't many headcanons about them that I DON'T like, lmao!

But I'm a particular sucker for cosy, domestic stuff. I think Cooper can't cook and Harry is a domestic god. I've talked about that before for sure, but the idea of Cooper being vulnerable by being extremely shit at something in front of Harry, privately, seems so intimate to me? And I love the idea of Harry, who is in many ways an interesting take on traditional hypermasculinity anyways, being a bit of a househusband. It's cute.

I obviously headcanon that in some kind of lodge dodge AU, they don't continue being cops because like. Lmfao. Lol. No. I'm not sure what I'd expect them to do. Maybe Cooper would go back to university? I can see him making a good professor. Otherwise, I could see them working in local journalism or as some kind of independent PI business together, Columbo-style. Harry I would particularly love to see being a writer or reporter or something, given his love of reading.

Overall, I love the thought of them sharing literature together! Cooper and his poetry; Harry and his bookhouse (Re: my last point, maybe they could do the Classic Gay Dream and run a bookshop/cafe hybrid together...). I love the thought of little book club dates. (I think Lucy would stick around there like a third wheel)

In terms of more, like, in-timeline stuff: I headcanon Harry fell for Cooper first, pretty quickly. I think they probably fucked in the police cruiser while on patrol early on in the investigation 🤷

I think Harry likes cream in his coffee but drinks it black like Cooper does, so A. he impresses him?? A macho thing?? B. Because of the whole "little secret" sequence, he doesn't want him to feel awkward.

This is slightly aside, but I also think Harry and Albert have such discourse at first because they're both jealous of the other's relationship with Cooper. On that note, I also think that Harry dated Hank in high school! I think Harry is bi and knows it, but hasn't really acted on it or sustained a relationship with another dude since Hank, until Harry. I think Cooper's probably gay and definitely has history with Albert.

I also headcanon that Cooper was really into cowboys when he was a kid. I can't remember if this is something I've borrowed from like the books or whatever, but I'm thinking of that bit in the return when the child Cooper takes care of for a bit has a yeehaw bedroom and I just. Yeah. I like the thought that it's mirroring Cooper somehow too.

I also think they're both neurodivergent asf (I'm neurodivergent dw)

Thank you for this!! I could go on for SO MUCH LONGER but I think I've mostly covered my favourites! I'll circle back to this if I realise I've forgotten something!

Take care anon ❤️

#trucoop #twin peaks #other #fic #misc

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violetvelourr · 1 year

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Let Me Take Care of You

(Part 1 of 3)

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Pairing: Kakashi x OC (Arina aka Rina Matsukata )

Fantasy on the subject: Kakashi returns after a rather traumatic (physically) mission... Arina is there to take care of him ^^

Timing: somewhere after the death of the Third and Sasuke's abandoment of the Leaf Village.

Planned size: 3 parts

Rating: NC-17

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Arina raised her head and listened. No, just her imagination. She dropped her head on the pillow again and sighed wistfully. When will he be back? He was due at least two days ago.

The fate of a shinobi's lover is tough. She was mostly afraid of the domestic routine that could strangle any romance, but turned out that the constant separation was worse: when you don't know where he is, how he is doing, will he come back and if he does come back – when and... how?.. It was only at first that the separation seemed for the better, because it made everything feel more intense. But that was self-deception. The reality was more cruel and less romantic. The waiting was unbearable.

Arina managed to fall asleep after all, but a few hours later her light sleep was interrupted. This time she was certain she heard rustling downstairs. She lay listening for a while, then slipped out of bed, put on her yukata and crept downstairs quietly.

Kakashi was standing with his back to her, leaning against the wall, and trying to take off his shoes. Arina froze, suppressing the joyful exclamation ready to burst from her lips, and stared at him with concern: he did not even feel her presence. Moreover, the wooden floorboards of the stairs hardly allowed sneaking upon someone unnoticed. However, she managed to do it. With him.

Kakashi's uniform eloquently indicated that the mission had not been an easy one: numerous scuffs, cuts, here and there was ingrained dirt, and, what was worse – traces of blood.

"Kakashi..." the girl voiced after all.

The silver-haired man, at that moment finally winning the battle against his shoes, froze, then turned around abruptly.

"Ari..."

Arina saw how his face instantly began to relax and its features became softer, as if until that very moment he was still mentally somewhere out there, on the mission. She swiftly covered the distance separating them and wrapped her arms around Kakashi's neck.

"You're back..."

Kakashi hugged her back, but it seemed to the girl that something was holding him back – as if he was debating whether to respond fully, or maintain some distance.

"Baby, I'm covered in dirt..." he stammered out, confirming her guess. "And... frankly speaking, don't smell very well either..."

"What nonsense..." Arina, as if on purpose, pressed her face into Kakashi's chest with all her might, taking advantage of the fact that his vest was unzipped.

After a little hesitation, Kakashi obviously let go, and, no longer holding back, gave the girl a bear hug, burying his face into her hair, taking in her scent with pleasure – warm, pure, cosy fragrance of the home... their home...

"You have no idea how much I've dreamed about this," he whispered.

"Me too," the girl sobbed, "I was so restless already... Barely could fall asleep today..."

"And I woke you up? I'm so sorry... I was trying to keep it down – was going to spend the night downstairs..." he muttered apologetically.

"You could really do that to me?" Half jokingly, half seriously, Arina flared, finally breaking away from Kakashi and looking into his face. "I've already slept alone for two nights longer than promised!.."

"I didn't want to disturb you..."

"Silly," Arina punched him lightly in the chest. It was not the first time they parted, including for so long, but it was today that she for some reason felt especially relieved, seeing him back safe and sound – although, that still had to be confirmed. "And was it worth racing then?"

"Hmm," Kakashi grunted vaguely in response. She noticed, huh. He really did want to spend that night at home at all costs, for which he'd resorted to not quite ordinary means, which was not very reasonable in his condition... But he was hoping to meet the girl in the morning more or less refreshed. Washed up, at least. And not a savage like he was now.

"Are you hungry?" Arina finally let go of him and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. "There is some food left – if you give me a little time, I'll get everything ready..."

"Honestly, I don't want anything now – except for washing and catching on sleep." Kakashi ruffled the back of his head in embarrassment. "I hope you didn't cook specifically with me in mind?.."

Arina, in fact, really did prepare full meals three evenings in a row in hope that he would be back, but she did not admit it.

"Alright, then let's get you unloaded and go to the bathroom already, how much longer are we going to freeze in the hallway?" She chuckled.

"No objections," Kakashi replied and swayed slightly.

"You can barely stand." Arina helped him sit on the step dividing the hallway into two levels, knelt down next to him and began pulling off his vest. "What happened? Are you alright at all?"

"No big deal, I'm fine. Otherwise I would have been at the hospital now." Kakashi smiled wryly, not admitting that the line between these two conditions was extremely thin this time.

Arina looked at Kakashi expressively and shook her head lightly. She then reached out and removed his head protector carefully and traced her fingers over his forehead, where the fabric was imprinted, still looking at him with concern.

Kakashi froze under her gaze, looking back at her wearily, but at the same time as if she was his ultimate goal and he was immensely happy to reach it.

Arina slipped her hand into his hair, making Kakashi close his eyes blissfully, and with her other hand gently glazed her fingers over his temple. She stroked the scar above his left eye and finally hooked her fingers over the edge of his mask.

At that moment Kakashi seemed to wake up and grabbed her wrist quickly.

"I really should clean myself up first," he muttered guiltily.

"You really are silly," the girl cooed, and pulled off his mask nonetheless – with the other hand, which he did not manage to intercept. The exposed part of the face contrasted sharply against the upper one – even with the area around the left eye. "Dusty road?"

"That's not the word." Kakashi licked his hopelessly dry lips reflectively. "Mh-honey..."

"Shush..." Arina leaned in and kissed him.

Kakashi closed his eyes, trying to overcome his embarrassment – did she really like kissing a dirty thing like him?..

Feeling his tenseness, Arina stopped and pulled away. Kakashi looked at her sheepishly.

"Are you not happy to see me?.." The girl's eyebrows arched a bit.

"What are you saying, of course I am!" Kakashi assured her. "But you see how I am..."

"If that's the only thing that bothers you, then I can say it again – I don't care about such nonsense." Arina smiled. "But alright, it'll do for now. I'll be right back."

She got up, slipped her feet into the nearby flipflops and scooted off towards the bathroom. The sound of running water could soon be heard from there.

When she got back, she saw that Kakashi hadn't even moved. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head drooping slightly.

He's had it rough, the girl thought with compassion. She sat down next to him again and stroked his cheek. Kakashi turned his head to her, smiled softly and wearily. She fumbled on his stomach and unbuckled his belt, took it off. She then took hold of the holster on the thigh, took it off too, and began unwrapping the bandage underneath.

"Ari, I'll do it myself... just give me a couple of minutes..." the man said, covering her palm with his.

"Kakashi..." Arina looked him in the eyes, "let me take care of you, please."

From the way she said it, Kakashi's heart skipped a beat.

Arina blushed slightly, noticing how his eyes flashed, and looked away, continuing to unwrap the bandage. Once she was done, she shifted her attention to his hands and took off the well-worn gloves. She stroked his palms and fingers: the skin was scraped in some places; a couple of nails were chipped off.

Kakashi grimaced involuntarily: he did usually manage, no matter what, to keep his hands in almost perfect condition, and this zeal only intensified after Arina had appeared in his life.

"I should probably master medical jutsu after all," Arina said softly. "But for now..." She squeezed his fingers, pulled his hands towards her, bent over slightly and kissed his fingertips. Looked into Kakashi's eyes while still pressing her lips against his fingers.

"Arina, what are you doing..." The man almost choked. There was something insanely intimate in this simple gesture, even too much...

"It's alright, Kakashi..." The girl smiled.

She straightened up and gave him an appraising look. Of all his ammunition, apart from the pants and the turtleneck, only the bandage on his calves remained.

Arina began unwrapping it, and Kakashi made one more attempt to stop her, but the girl looked up at him in such a way that he quickly gave in and leaned back slightly, resting his hands behind his back.

He sighed, looking at her thoughtfully. It was a very strange feeling. Unusual, but at the same time somehow satisfying – just letting someone take care of you.

And every time he thought it was not possible to feel more affection than he already felt for her, the girl easily proved him wrong.

"Tennyo..." he whispered, barely audibly.

[* author's note: Tennyo – in Japanese folklore, are divine spiritual female beings similar to angels.]

"Mhm?" Arina looked up at him questioningly.

"No, nothing." Kakashi shook his head and smiled, looking at her with undisguised tenderness and gratitude.

Arina smiled back and lowered her gaze again.

She finished unwrapping the bandages, leaving three messy piles on the floor – if it had been Kakashi, he would certainly have rolled them up, but they had to be washed first anyways. She massaged his calves, noticeably overworked, with deeply imprinted traces from the bandage.

Kakashi couldn't hold back a slight groan.

Finally, Arina stood up in front of him and stretched out her arms to him.

"Come on, let's go to the bathroom."

Kakashi got up on his own, and only then took her hand.

"So stubborn." Arina showed him her tongue.

"Firm," Kakashi corrected.

"Won't let me take care of you," the girl said with mock affliction.

"You have already done more than you had to, Ari..." Kakashi squeezed her palm. "Go to bed, it's late..."

"You think I'll go to bed without you?" Arina objected, walking into the bathroom.

It was warm and humid in the bathroom, and the furako tub was already almost full, emitting clouds of tempting steam which made Kakashi squint for a moment in anticipation.

Meanwhile, Arina came close to him and pulled up his turtleneck. Her eyebrows arched when she saw that his body was covered with numerous cuts and bruises – especially where he had not been protected enough by the vest. It was worse that she'd hoped.

"Gods, Kakashi... How?.." she ran her fingers lightly over his side, then the shoulder, tracing but not touching the marks. "Perhaps you'd better skip the furako... You should see a medic instead..."

"Oh no-no, it's fine," the man assured her hastily: if Arina was his first priority, the furako was definitely the second, and the only excuse for him to skip that would be complete disability. "It won't do any harm. Do you think that's never happened to me before?"

Arina kept eyeing him with a mixture of compassion and concern. Then her eyes widened again.

"But... if you look like that... what about the rest of the team?"

Kakashi raised his eyebrows and Arina faltered.

"Shit... right..."

"Yup." Kakashi smiled with sadness.

"I still can't get used to it." Arina looked down.

"I miss them too... But I'm glad they were not around this time. It could have been much worse."

"Will you tell me what happened?" The girl looked at him again.

"Not today, okay?" Kakashi sighed and put his palm on her cheek, stroked it with his thumb lightly. He didn't want to hide anything from her, but this mission was by no means a cause for pride, and he preferred keeping the details to himself. Especially considering that the traces of blood on his uniform, for the most part, were not his own – and this despite the fact that he was sort of aiming to reduce this aspect of his profession.

Arina paused for a moment, but then nodded.

"Well... shall we go to the shower then?" Arina reached out for Kakashi's pants, intending to pull them down for him, but the latter unexpectedly quickly recoiled.

"Let me do it myself. And I'd better shower on my own, too..."

"I won't molest you, I see you are not in the right condition now," Arina laughed softly.

Kakashi gritted his teeth and shook his head. He did not want to admit his weakness, even if it was fully justified. He barely restrained himself from putting his hand on the wall but was trying to maintain an appearance in front of Arina till the end.

"Oh, for gods' sake, Kakashi." Arina nevertheless grabbed hold of his pants and pulled them off deftly together with the boxers. She almost burst out laughing when Kakashi turned sideways to her shyly, while stepping out of his pants, shifting one leg forward and, in addition, covering his groin. "Are you serious now?"

So much for the formidable shinobi...

Kakashi sighed but moved his hands away.

"I-i-I'm not looking," Arina sang, turning away. She untied the belt and took off her yukata, throwing it casually on the bench in the dry area, then took off her night satin set as well. With a dancing gait, she walked on and turned on the shower.

"But I am," Kakashi moaned to himself.

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Part 2

#Kakashi x OC #drabble #my art #Kakashi hatake #comfort #Kakashi fanfiction #kakashi's face #unmask kakashi #Kakashi fanart #Kakashi romance

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wri0thesley · 11 months

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please tell me who lucas is i am so curious! is he a character from a dating sim?

fgnjbbfgnk if you have NOT heard me talk about lucas before, that's probably because he mostly resided on my other blog (@needleanddead) until a couple of events in horrorsim/murder-sim/etc fandom made me want to separate my writing and my art more cleanly.

cw: yandere, war crimes, military stuff, cannibalism, murder

in short: lucas is one of my yandere ocs. he is a late 40s former military man who, after witnessing some truly horrifying things, became a recluse who lives in the middle of the woods off-the-grid in a cosy little cabin and who cannibalises people who trespass/get in his way/discover him. his yandere tendencies usually begin when he comes across somebody helpless and sweet and in need of coddling in his woods and takes them home . . . because, well. he really wants to love them.

also take a couple of copy-pasted bits and pieces from his refsheet;

Lucas had an idyllic childhood; a wholesome farm boy with the kind of religious parents who preached love and tolerance above all else, a high school experience that he's able to look back on fondly, a childhood sweetheart who he envisaged one day having a little cottage with a white picket fence before he eventually inherited his family's farm, raising children, playing his guitar to them and dying happily surrounded by only those who he loved-- But at eighteen, he joined the military, and things were not quite so simple. Lucas does not talk very much about the well over a decade he spent in the military. He wears his dog tags as a reminder, and he's scarred and broken all over from various things that occurred; it's worth noting that, whatever he did, when he eventually left his career he received a large payout that the powers that be had no qualms about depositing into a bank account with a fake name. In fact, they practically encouraged Lucas to never go back to who he once was. Now, he lives in the middle of the woods in a cabin he built and repaired himself, as off-the-grid as it's possible to be when one still has some interest in their creature comforts. He developed a rather unusual taste when starving hungry on a mission, once, and it has not yet left him - animals do not hurt him, but Lucas is well aware of the horrors that mortal man can commit. He's committed far too many of them himself, after all. He hates people encroaching on his territory; he hates hunters and fools who have never learnt how to survive in the woods. What Lucas wants is someone who will let him take care of them; someone soft and sweet and domestic, who can make him feel like he's more man than monster. He's sweet, adoring, obsessive, delusional - and the meat that he feeds you has a strange aftertaste that it's best not to dwell too hard on. The world is a food chain, and Lucas is at the top of it.

#nat.txt #oc posting #will just link to this post when i answer asks abt lucas from now on fgnbjkgnfk #he was definitely one of the Most Popular Guys over on my other blog i hope u guys will also like him!#cannibalism cw #yandere cw #lucas [oc]#yandere oc

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freaky-munson · 2 years

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Drunk in love - S.Harrington

part of new shorts series called Domestic vibes that is cute, little stories based on simple seemingly not big life events ✨🫶

stories will not be connected to each other; steve/eddie/billy/robin x reader

the one where Y/n goes on a party

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Steve never in million years would believe anyone who said that he would go to a high school jocks’ party ever again; especially after losing his “king” title and getting really down on a popularity ladder.

Bad experience with drunk girlfriend - more like ex-girlfriend - didn’t help it either.

But at the same time now he was the person who would do everything for his loved ones - that included his beloved girlfriend Y/n.

So when he got call from slightly intoxicated Robin rambling and shouting about drunken shenanigans of his girl, he didn’t hesitate to fully wake up and leave the cosy and warm bed alone just to drive straight into his nightmare just to save his princess.

Fortunately finding Y/n and Robin wasn’t hard. He didn’t know if it was the fact that they sat at the front stairs or the fact that they could be heard from miles away.

“Robby, I’m really glad you are here. Without you I wouldn’t be even so drunk” y/h/c girl exclaimed loudly with giggles and hiccups coming every two words.

“Babe you are welcome. It’s nice to have some fun once in a while without Steve putting his tongue in your mouth” that only made the girls laugh even harder making them not notice slightly smiling said boy standing in front of his car.

“Ladies, sorry to interrupt your amazing conversation but your carriage is here” Y/n immediately lifted her head up only hearing her boyfriend’s voice, like a cute, little lovesick puppy.

“Baby! What are doing here?” barely keeping her balance she ran straight into his arms full of excitement; somehow she even managed to jump into his arms, surprising, not expecting anything like that, 19 year old man.

“Well, I’m saving you from the biggest hangover of your life. I take you had fun?”

“Soooo much fun Stevie. But i missed you so much” girl mumbled into his neck hugging the boy with all of her strength.

“Come on. Take Robin and get into car.”

“Promise cuddles”?

“Yes, when we get home we will cuddle.”

After helping girls get in the backseat and quickly returning Robin to her home, at 3 am they finally came back to Harringtons’ empty house.

As Steve assumed Y/n was peacefully sleeping. Knowing her well he didn’t even try to wake her up; he knew that her crankinesses was much worse after drinking night.

But he didn’t mind it at all; he loved taking care of her, it was all worth it especially when in the morning he would get to see her smile in a cute and thankful way.

After removing her makeup and dressing her up in comfier clothes - his oversized t-shirt and her old pair of shorts which he found in her drawer in his wardrobe, he gently tucked her in, not forgetting abut a kiss on her forehead.

Even slightly wasted in Steve’s mind she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. If he could only be with her forever, there was no thing he wouldn’t do for her. He was also drunk in his own way - precisely drunk in love.

#stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things series #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb

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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years

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our world- harringrove

My contribution to @harringroveweek July 29th! I decided to mix two of the prompts, Harringrove Lake House and Summer Vacation to make a part 2 for halfway up the stairs, although it counts as a stand alone fic as well! It can be read here on AO3 as well.

summary: “But at least you have your man beside you, huh? The world cannot shake you from him.” Steve genuinely doesn’t know what to say to that. Sure, he thinks Billy’s going to be be his side. It’s not like he can imagine otherwise, not with how engrained Billy is into his life, his daily routines. Where would he be without Billy making fun of his movie choices but watching them anyways? Or Billy himself making Steve watch the most sappy romcoms he can find, just because he knows how Steve secretly loves them.

“You’ve got that look in your eye, topolino. Billy really has your heart, doesn’t he? Tucked away somewhere, and you have that look like you don’t want it back.”

tags: steve harrington is a good babysitter, domestic fluff, summer vacation, herrington lake house, established relationship, happy billy hargrove, billy is an asshole and we love him for it

warnings: smoking, neil hargrove, implied/mentions homophobia, steve’s parents being terrible people, mentions of anxiety, light cursing

translations: “ Il buongiorno si vede dal mattino” - a good day starts in the morning

“hanno una casa adeguata?” - are they from good homes?

“l'amore non è bello se non è litigarello.” - love is not beautiful if it is not a fight.

“Ringrazia le stelle per te." - thank the stars for you

“Già cosi cresciuto." - grown up already

“Senza senso.” - none sense

“non essere timido” - do not be shy

“When night lays sad upon you

Go watch a simple sunrise

Love can open your eyes

In our world .”

There aren’t a lot of things Steve’s parents are good for. They leave the power off when they forget that Steve is going to be home while they’re away somewhere. They send him away to camps during the summer or insist he gets a job to keep him out of the house, where he can’t cause any noise, which apparently is a flaw of his. They kick him out of the house for having a boyfriend his senior year, and ironically, force him to move in with his boyfriend. Not that they could have known Billy was also going to be kicked out, but hey, he’s not one to complain. Except that it was an all together shitty time for the both of them. He was basically given extra time to spend with Billy, working around being high-school students supporting themselves with help from Joyce and Hopper, of course.

The one thing his parents are still good for, though, is this. The only connection he still has to his family, his Nonna. She’s a true force of nature, an unrelenting presence of joy and comfort, even when she’s hundreds of miles away. When Steve got kicked out, she was the first one to call him, the only one in his family to reach out at all, and she’s never wavered in her love for him. Not once.

Steve wasn’t sure how it would be, brining Billy into this world of his. Italy is definitely different than Hawkins, especially when someone stays for two weeks at their boyfriend’s grandma’s villa on the lake. There’s only so much of Steve’s past Billy can take on before he flies off. Or so Steve thought.

Turns out, there was never anything to worry about in the first place. Billy gets on with Nonna like he’s known her his whole life, spends the most evenings with her in the kitchen learning from someone who actually has the patience and care to teach him how to do things he never got taught. Steve knows Billy didn’t ever get anything like this with his family. His dad preferred to remain distant to any of his family, and his mom’s family ignores the fact that he exists, an unwelcome blemish to remind them that their daughter wasn’t perfect.

Nonna is the last of Steves family that speaks to him, but she’s the only semblance of family that Billy even has. There’s no one Billy talks to besides Steve, Max, and the hordes of children that come along with them as a package deal.

All of this contemplation, which Steve usually saves for late nights when he can’t sleep, occurs in the early hours of the morning, when he’s half awake and debating whether or not to fall back asleep. It just feels so nice, so safe, to be here with Billy in a place he grew up in.

Nonna’s house has always been home. During holidays, he would come here while his parents went on some cruise, and he would spend evenings counting the stars with Nonna on a checkered blanket and coloring on the kitchen table while Nonna made bread.

A very distant memory shows his Nonno, with his kind eyes and horrible sense of humor. A man Steve remembers to have always worn a worn down leather cap and a smile, who he only got to see for the first few years of his life.

Nonno’s death, when Steve was ten, didn’t impact him like it did the rest of his family. For some reason, he found it easy to escape the feelings of grief and anxiety because he was just happy to be with his family. That was before his parents decided he wasn’t worth the effort, before they let go all his tutors and left him to suffer on his own. He was happy then, to run around and try to make as many people smile as he could, giving out hugs and doing what little kids do best.

Nonna held onto his hand during the funeral. She didn’t let go all of the car ride home and into dinner. When she did, his hand was red and sore, but he wore it like a secret prize, a testimony to show how he helped.

As he got older, he came to Nonna’s fewer and fewer. The beautiful house became less of a home to him and just a place he went sometimes. A brief escape from his real home, which also wasn’t much of a home.

Then he had Billy, who is as much his family as anyone else. From the standard Steve’s actual family set, he’s much better. Steve is almost positive that all those lost homes of his past were just him saving up his energy for Billy later on in life because maybe he’s a little superstitious sometimes. Who isn’t?

Especially with someone like Billy. He’s supportive while being utterly, ridiculously antagonistic and the sweetest asshole Steve knows.

An asshole whose currently laying almost completely on top of him, his arms and legs sprawled out across the bed.

Steve’s just thinking about falling back asleep and letting go of the march down memory road when their door is shoved open and Nonna comes in.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads. Il buongiorno si vede dal mattino. You won’t get anything done from that bed .”

“I can think of a few things we could do,” mutters Billy. “And I don’t even know what the other part you’re of what you’re saying means, so I can ignore it all I want.”

Nonna doesn’t waste a second and pulls the blanket off of their bed, jolting Steve wide awake from the cool morning air. “It means it cannot be a good day if you waste it in bed. Come now, hurry up. We have a lot to do to get ready.”

“What would she have done if we weren’t wearing any clothes when she tore the cover off?” muses Billy, running and hand through his hair and sitting up.

“Why would you share that thought with me? I don’t want to think about my grandma finding us in- well-“

“Uncomfortable circumstances?” Billy’s suggestion is coupled with a glint in his eye that Steve knows could mean he should prepare for something vile to come out of Billy’s mouth. “Well, uncomfortable for her. Probably quite comfortable for us .”

“You’re disgusting.”

“That’s why you like me,” answers Billy. They shuffle around the room, getting dressed and trying not to bump into each other. Steve has a strange tendency to run into things in the morning, including but not limited to walls, doorframes, animals, sleeping children on the floor, and most commonly, Billy.

“Yeah, I like you for your personality.”

“I have an excellent personality. You should know better than anyone how charming and polite I can be, baby. How else would I have gotten a golden boy like you?” Billy sidles up behind Steve and wraps his arms around his waist, tugging him tight to his chest.

“Lots and lots of flirting and cigarette breaks.” Steve leans into Billy’s touch, a sensation he can’t deny himself, ever. They do have to hurry, though. He should tell Billy to let go. Right. Right? But Billy is so warm, so inviting, especially when he fits so perfectly against Steve. His better angels win and he reluctantly turns around to face Billy. “We have to get ready.”

“You have to get ready. I still have time before the rugrats get here. Get to it, pretty boy, you don’t want to keep Nonna waiting.” With that, Billy waltzes back into bed.

“You’re so fucking mean,” whines Steve, ruffling through his bag for a shirt. To return the favor, he adds, “I’m pretty sure she said your name too.”

“Maybe. But she’ll just text me what I need to do and I’ll do it. See, Steve, I’m smart and decided to take the job that let me do the same amount of work but talk to less people and go to less airports.” Billy’s voice is muffled by the pillow and his hair is scattered everywhere in wild curls. Steve takes his phone out and snaps a picture, saving it to the photo album called “ asshole that i love. ”

“By her texting me, you mean she’ll tell me to text you in her phone because all she knows how to do is the voice command thing.” Steve choses not to respond to the second part.

“Yep,” says Billy, popping the ‘p.’ “Now go away and let me sleep. Your favorite mug is in the sink, I cleaned it last night for you. Oh, and we’re out of that honey you like in your tea, but I’m going to get some today.” Steve is struck by the sheer adoration he has for Billy, in a moment when he’s being his usual difficult self. But he also cared for Steve, last night, before Steve even knew he would need it. He noticed how Steve pours a mountain of honey in his tea and even knows which brand he likes. He’s going to the grocery store, for christ’s sake. Steve didn’t think there was much that could get Billy to willingly go to a grocery store, but apparently running out of Steve’s honey does the trick.

“Okay, thanks, Billy. I’ll see you later, love you.”

“I love you too,” Billy mumbles, probably half asleep already.

Nonna’s voice rings through the house. “Steve, topolino, hurry up. We have to be at the airport in an hour and I need to tell Billy how to set up.”

For Billy’s sake, Steve chooses not to yell across the house. Nonna is waiting for him in the kitchen, a mug of coffee in one hand and another one for Steve in the others.

“Billy fell back asleep, but I’m ready.”

“That boy always looks like he needs a good nap,” comments Nonna. “I wrote out instructions for him to have on the fridge. It shouldn’t be too hard, but I know he wants to get things ready for his sister.” She hands Steve his mug and motions for him to sit in the barstool across from her by the counter.

“Yeah, she hasn’t traveled a lot out of the country. None of them have, actually. I hope they make it without any problems. I don’t know how well they could handle anything going wrong, most of them are prone to not handling some things well.”

“I’m sure they are going to be fine, but I know that won’t help you feel better. You can’t help but worry about them,” consoles Nonna.

“I was the same way about my child, and then worse with you. There’s nothing in the world that can stop you from worrying about them, credo. They’re yours as much as they’re anyone else’s.” Nonna doesn’t give him a chance to respond to that; she turns around and rinses her mug and heads towards the car. It’s just like her, to only speak when she needs to, when someone else needs her to. Steve dutifully follows behind her, sliding into the passengers seat.

Nonna’s car is beautiful. It’s partly where Steve got his love for his own car, which Billy has kindly nicknamed “piece of shit,” but Billy doesn’t have much ground to stand on. Billy loves his Camaro way too much to complain about Steve’s own car dedication.

Nonna’s is a brilliant deep green, vintage convertible that Nonno, when he was alive, carefully took care of, waxing it often and taking it out every night for a ride around the lakes. When he died, Nonna learned how to do the same and has kept up with it ever since. She says it gives her something to do, but Steve knows it’s more than that.

Obviously, though, it’s not big enough to fit all six of the kids, so they have a cab to meet them at the airport. A shame, really, that they won’t all get to experience to joy of this car, not that they would care in the slightest.

“I cannot wait to meet the children. How many are there again? Steve, hanno una casa adeguata? Or are they ones I need to send Christmas presents to?“ She worries, fixing her scarf around her neck and going through the motions of checking the mirrors, even though she’s the only one who drives it.

“They have good homes, Nonna. Joyce and Hopper, who I’ve told you about, they take care of most of them. Billy and I help out as much as we can, too, when there are rough nights.” The engine rises to life with an honest to God purr, and they pull gracefully out of the driveway. Green forrest’s and glimpses of blue waters blur by from outside the window.

“Good, good. I always knew you would be kind. My little Stevie, growing up and getting too old too fast.”

“I’m not grown, Nonna,” laughs Steve. “There are still a lot of things I need to figure out first. A lot that I don’t know.”

Nonna brushes the thoughts away with a flick of her hand. “No one knows everything they think they should know. Ever. It’s not a condition of living.”

“Since when did you get all philosophical?” Steve jokes. “I was just talking about the fact that Billy and I happen to almost set fire to the kitchen once a month and routinely forget to pay our bills.”

“Those are bad too,” agrees Nonna. “But at least you have your man beside you, huh? The world cannot shake you from him.” For emphasis, she grabs his arm tightly, assumedly the worlds behalf. Steve genuinely doesn’t know what to say to that. Sure, he thinks Billy’s going to be be his side. It’s not like he can imagine otherwise, not with how engrained Billy is into his life, his daily routines. Where would he be without Billy making fun of his movie choices but watching them anyways? Or Billy himself making Steve watch the most sappy romcoms he can find, just because he knows how Steve secretly loves them.

“You’ve got that look in your eye, topolino . Billy really has your heart, doesn’t he? Tucked away somewhere, and you have that look like you don’t want it back. You know, I used to have that look in my eyes. No, don’t scoff, it’s true. Your grandfather was quite the charmer. Very pretty too. Green eyes that made me think of the ocean and hair like yours, except he brushed it sometimes. The first night we were together he took me dancing. Imagine that? Me, with my books and my glasses, getting dressed up to dance with a boy. The whole town was shocked, of course, that I said yes. He was encantevole. I knew the moment he took my hand and we waltzed to that old song about the flowers that I wasn’t getting my heart back anytime soon.”

“I know the feeling,” mumbles Steve. Nonna smiles at him and pats his hand lovingly.

“The first months together were absolute bliss. Of course, we had our fights. But you know they saying: l'amore non è bello se non è litigarello. Fighting is healthy. It made us stronger. I’m sure you know that.”

“Billy and I used to fight a lot,” admits Steve quietly. It’s strange, because he never talks about this. They kind of just…ignore it, like it never happened, like it isn’t how they met or how they fell in love. “I used to hate him. The way he would walk around like he was better than everyone else, like there was something superior about him that no one else had or even knew. Now I know that it wasn’t that he actually thought he was better than anyone at all, he was just trying to hide the fact that he assumed there was something wrong with him. He was told for a long time that there was something wrong with him, so he believed it and took it out on everyone else. If he was mean, no one could see that he was hurting, was bleeding his heart out and drowning in Neil’s anger. He was fighting fire with fire, just in two separate places. Max is the only who who kind of knows what it was like for him. But as far as Billy’s told me, he tried to keep it hidden from her. Maybe to protect her. Like I said, he doesn’t talk about it.” Steve breaks off, looking out the window. It’s not exactly his favorite topic, but it’s nice to discuss it with someone.

“You were talking about how you used to fight,” prompts Nonna gently.

“Right. We played basketball together in high-school, and that was the worst point. One night I was sitting for the Byers because Jonathan was off with Nance, and Max was over there too. Apparently she didn’t tell Neil or her mom, so Billy went looking and found me there with her, in a house full of teenager boys. It didn’t look good, and he made some fair assumptions about what was happening. It was…bad. Both of us probably should have ended up arrested, or at least in the hospital afterwards. Naturally, things got worse between us after that, and I think things got worse with Max too. I’m not exactly sure, I was a little out of it for a while. Trying to figure out why I cared so much that Billy wouldn’t look at me in the halls, why it mattered at all that he stopped coming to basketball. Somehow, Max was the one to piece it together. She basically locked us in a room and told us to get along or beat each other out of hatred. We chose to try and get along, which turned into what it is now.”

“Just like that?” Nonna asks.

“No,” laughs Steve. “I wish it was that easy, but it really wasn’t. It started with small things, like smoking by the quarry together or scheduling drop offs and pickups around each other’s schedules. Then, it became more over time, slowly. We still fought, but nothing past petty arguments and self-depreciation. Being with him became easy, and he was the one I wanted to talk to about things. I don’t think I realized what it was until one night when we were sitting outside by my pool in the middle of the fucking winter, wearing sweatshirts and sweaters and swim shorts for when we would get into the hot tub. It reminded me so much of that night with Nancy, when I knew I loved her. And I did. Love her, I mean. Billy was smoking and I was just watching him do that stupid thing he does where he blows smoke into your face when you’re sitting next to him. Annoying as hell. He probably hasn’t done it to you, though. Anyway, he was doing that, and I just thought to myself, “Man, I really love him.””

“My Steve, such a romantic. Who would have known? I always thought you were going to be a heartbreaker, but here you are, with your high school love, coming for a summer visit. Staying home with me most nights and playing card games. How lucky am I? Ringrazia le stelle per te.” Nonna reaches over the dashboard and rests her hand on top of Steve’s, patting it gently.

“Thank the stars for me? Nonna, you’re practically the only reason I ever though I could even be with Billy.”

“You would be with him anyway. You are soulmates. Anima Gemella. Twin souls, like your Nonno and me. I do have one question, though.”

“Ask away.” He would tell her anything in the world right now, sitting in this car soaked with memories of summer nights and deep talks.

“Why did you ever fight? I mean, yes, boys at that age are stupid and difficult, your father taught me that much, but why fight? Why not treat him like any of the others that got in your way?”

“I guess because, to me, he was reckless and dangerous most of the time, and not in the way any high-schoolers from Hawkins ever were. There was something just a little too short about him.”

“Weren’t you?” Nonna questions softly. “Weren’t you reckless and dangerous, going out in the nights.”

“Not then. It was after Nancy, so I had calmed down. And I was never the way he was, not that that makes me better or anything. He had a shit ton on his shoulders. It wasn’t till he opened up so painfully to me that I could appreciate what he had been through. It takes strength, you know, to live like he did and still have a good heart left underneath.”

“He has that strength and much more,” observes Nonna. “We are lucky to have him in our family now.” Steve’s face fills with warmth at the idea that Billy is his, his family’s, something that will stay with him forever. It’s not the first time he’s entertained the idea, but to hear his Nonna suggest it is entirely different. Coming from someone else, it seems more realistic, like it could actually happen.

He stares out of the window for the rest of the car ride, green scenery fading into urban areas and eventually the chaotic roads and twisting terminals of the airport. Waiting for him and Nonna on the pickup/drop off platform is Dustin, Lucas, El, Mike, Will, and Max, each carrying bags of luggage and looking around sheepishly.

Steve gets out of the car as quickly as Nonna turns off the engine and practically trips over himself to get to them. They all seem to be in one piece, so that’s good.

“Henderson!”

“Harrington!” Steve collides with Dustin, hugging him tightly. He hates to admit how much he’s grown to care about Dusin, how much his strange but undeniably comforting presence is missed.

Nonna comes over to inspect them, introducing herself to each of them with a smile. “When you said children, I assumed you meant actual children. Steve, these are practically adults. Già così cresciuto.”

“Wheeler, don’t look so happy about that,” warns Steve, but there’s no malice in his voice. He forgets a lot of the time how they’re growing up just like he is. To him, they’re still children, but really, they’re adults like he is. Sure, most of them still live in Hawkins for now and have him around to “take care of them” when they need it, but that doesn’t mean he’s really needed. They’re all graduated now, they’ve all moved to bigger things. This is their last summer as kids in Hawkins before they go off to grand places and become who they’re supposed to be. Steve isn’t ready to let them go quite yet, and he knows that time won’t come anytime soon.

The next hug he gets is from El, who holds him just as tight as he holds her. Steve is well aware that it isn’t easy for her to be so far away from home, from Hopper, from the only place she’s ever felt safe. “How’re you doing, kiddo?”

“I’m glad to see you,” she mumbles into his sweater. “And I miss my dad.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he misses you a whole lot too. How was the flight?” He looks her in the eyes, holding her at arms length but not letting go. He knows El, so he knows she’ll let him know when she’s ready.

“High up in the air,” she answers truthfully.

“That seems about right.” He goes through the line, hugging some of them and just saying hi to others, until he reaches the last one.

“Where’s Billy?”

“It’s nice to see you too, Max.” She begrudgingly gives into his waiting arms and gives him a hug. “He’s at the house.”

“Is he okay?” she whispers into his ear, still in his arms.

“Yeah, he is,” Steve assures, pulling away to look Max in the eye. “He wanted to make sure everything was ready for you. Got your favorite fruits at this local market, made sure to have lots of sunscreen for you to swim. Many brotherly things while he complained about always having to take care of your, his words, scrawny ass.” Max rolls her eyes and flips him off.

“Start the tally, I’ve got one bird in the air so far,” announces Steve. “Dustin, help me with the luggage, will you?” Dustin nods and comes over to Steve, hauling bags into the backseat of the trunk.

“What’s it’s looking like out there? Any drama or panic I need to know about?” Steve asks. Now, normally, he knows it’s not his place. Sure, he’s their babysitter, but he’s also their friend, which he takes just as seriously. If they want to tell him something, they will. But this seems different, somehow. This is his home, his family, his world. They don’t have their usual support systems out here, which could be hard, even if it’s only for a little while.

“A little on the plane because it was louder than Will thought it would be and El didn’t like that there was nowhere else to go, but Mike was able to calm both of them down. Max has been worried about Billy a lot, though. She says he doesn’t usually have good experiences with new places or family members, and this was a lot of both, so…”

“He’s been good. Great, actually. She’ll see, he fits right in here. He even made a friend without fighting them first.”

“I don’t believe you,” Dustin immediately replies. “He doesn’t know the difference between saying hello and punching someone in the arm.” The trunk slams shut and Steve gets into the Taxi with Dustin, Max, and Lucas. The other three are in the car with Nonna and probably learning a whole lot about why Steve is the way that he is.

“Not fair, he only did that once. He really has a friend, though. Her name is Maria and she’s like four or something.”

“Your brothers only other friend here is a four year old,” snickers Lucas. Max elbows him, but there isn’t enough room and Dustin ends up with an elbow in his ribs.

“Jesus, save the fighting for the house, yeah? She might be five. But yes, that and my Nonna. Good thing his besties are all here now, though. Right, Max?” Steve turns around to look at the less-than-thrilled occupants of the backseat.

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that,” deadpans Max.

“I’m just trying to be hip like you cool kids.”

“You can start by not saying hip,” supplies Dustin helpfully. Steve hopes that his death glare shows his appreciation properly.

“Thank you for that, Henderson.”

“Anytime.” For the rest of the car ride, Steve chimes in on the conversations from the front seat whenever he feels like it, but otherwise let’s them do what they want. He’s just happy they’re here and relatively okay.

When they get close to the house, Steve turns around as subtly as he can to watch their reactions. The backseat has gone quiet suddenly, three pairs of eyes drinking in the scenery greedily.

“This is Nonna’s house,” Steve explains quietly, not wanting to interrupt their observations. It’s not often that there isn’t constant chatter between them. “Welcome to your week long home.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” whispers Max. “No fucking way this is a real place.” Steve can’t help but agree. With the sun shining directly above them, the house gleams a brilliant blue, the flowers blooming and preening in the sunlight. The barest glimpse of the lake behind the house is visible, almost blending into the sky.

“Steve, you idiot, why haven’t we been coming here every summer?” Dustin demands. “This is a place that deserves to be shared.”

“It’s not mine to share, for one. And, in case you don’t remember, I had a job last summer that was very demanding.” His response is met with snickers and not-so-secret glances.

“Scoops Ahoy barely counts as a job,” Lucas points out. “Your legal contract said that you could be paid in ice-cream if you wanted. That doesn’t sound like a career to me.”

“The only good thing to come out of that shit was Robin,” Max adds. “And all the ice-cream we got for free from inside sources.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome. I’ll take my thanks in the form of ice-cream payment. I’m thinking of starting a whole new currency.”

“It’s too bad Robin couldn’t be here. Someone needs to keep your ego in check, and none of us can do it as good as her.” For good measure, Max kicks the back of Steve’s seat to get the message across.

“Thanks for that, Max. As much as Robin would love to be here with you idiots, she’s doing that band program thing for college. Showing the incoming freshmen around or something, I don’t really know what they do in band.”

“Start cults,” suggests Lucas.

“No, that’s basketball.” Dustin’s comment starts a whole other mini-argument between Lucas and Dustin about whether or not sports count as a cult. Steve knows whatever he says will be used as “ brainwashed jock propaganda, ” as Dustin puts it, so he’s content to listen for the last few second of the drive before they make it up the driveway.

The car slows to a stop and the kids stumble out, tripping over each other like they’ve never gotten out of a car before. It’s almost endearing. Almost.

The first thing Steve does when he gets out is tip the driver heavily. He turns around and is met with a sight that makes him want to curl into a ball and cry out of pure pride in Billy and Max.

Max must have run towards Billy as soon as he came out of the house, because she’s already up the front door, her luggage abandoned by the car. Everyone except Steve and Lucas is pretending not to watch them, but Steve can’t seem to look away. He assumes Lucas can’t for the same reason.

Billy and Max have come a long way since he got away from Neil. They saw each other less, which meant they had time to take a step back and reflect on all the shitty things that happened to them. Billy could finally breathe safely without constant threat of abuse in his own home, so he cooled down a little, got to place his anger to the side.

They figured out how to heal together, how to relearn what they are to each other. It was-still is-a hard process, one that takes time and a whole lot of effort. But they finally reached where they are now, a sort of “I love you but I don’t know how to show it other than constantly making fun of you” way. Which doesn’t work well when they both obviously just want to reach out and make sure the other is actually there.

Steve is surprised when Billy reaches out and roughly pulls Max into a bear hug. It’s clear that everyone else is just as shocked as he is, but they all look away when Steve catches them staring. He himself looks away too, out of respect. Billy, as touch starved as he’s proved to be, doesn’t let himself get close to people like that. Truthfully, Steve is the only one he knows of that Billy gets near usually, besides occasional arm punches and hair ruffles just to annoy Max. He wishes Billy would allow himself more, but he knows it’s a process, albeit a slow and long one. Pushing Billy at a pace he doesn’t want to go at is one of the last things Steve wants to do.

Billy and Max break off their hug at some point and join the rest of them.

“Fancy seeing you guys here,” Billy drawls, draping an arm around Steve. “Hello, nerds and children my boyfriend has adopted. Welcome to Nonna’s house. Steve and I will not be helping you carry your luggage up the stairs or to your rooms because you’ve stolen him from me all day and I have tales to tell of the grocery store cat lady. Off you go, have fun with that duffel bag that looks like it’s full of bricks, Henderson.” Steve is honestly happy to see that Billy’s back to being his usual rude self after his moment with Max. It would be a lot more concerning if he had said hello, like anyone else would.

“Right, so room assignments: Max and El, you’re together. Boys, you can divide yourselves however you want, I cannot stress how much I don’t care. I would recommend two and two, though, unless you want to all be in the same room. Again, I don’t care at all. Guys, don’t give me those looks, you’re not sharing rooms.”

“You and Billy are sharing,” points out Max. As soon as she realizes what that means, she’s going to regret it, Steve thinks.

“We’re eighteen, legally we can do what we want,” adds Dustin.

“Congratulations. I don’t even know why you care about who shares rooms, Henderson, and I don’t want to get into it either. El, Hopper would literally kill me if he found out you and Mike shared a room here, and I know he would find out cause he has ears and eyes everywhere. And as for Billy and I—actually, I don’t need to explain that to you. It doesn’t matter what Billy and I do because—well—because I say so.”

“You have never been less cool than you are right now,” Mike informs him. “Don’t you want to be cool?”

“I want to be alive. Now go away. And if you think I’m not checking later, you’re probably right because I won’t, but I do want you to think about if it’s worth losing my trust.” Steve looks at them pointedly until they decide it’s not worth it and haul their luggage up the porch and stairs one at a time.

“That was the lamest thing you could of said,” laughs Billy. “Very hot of you, baby.”

“Fuck off,” complains Steve. “You try and get them to do anything without sounding like a mother.”

Billy laughs and kisses Steve’s cheek, drawing him into the kitchen. “What, I said it was hot. I mean it, seeing you give the kids that evil eye that Joyce gives them really gets me going.”

“You’re about to go spend the night on the couch,” warns Steve, but there’s absolutely no way he’s making that threat come true. Billy just keeps grinning and pulling Steve closer. Steve is absolutely and happily helpless to say no.

“Bullshit,” calls Billy. “You’ve only ever made me sleep on the couch once, and that was when I actually did something wrong. I’m pretty sure you’re used to me being an asshole, baby. Don’t pretend it’s not why you love me now.”

Steve hums in agreement and lets Billy maneuver him to where he’s sitting on the counter, Billy in between his legs. “So, tell me about the cat lady. Did she ask you what color cat you were this time?”

“She did. I told her I’m a tabby. Then I told her my boyfriend is one of those squished-face ones with beady eyes with the personality of one that hates everyone.”

“Damn, that’s so sweet of you. You might earn your spot on our bed back if you keep that up,” says Steve dryly.

“Good. I can’t imagine what I would do without you taking up the whole bed.” Steve eyes Billy through slanted lids, accusation on his lips.

“You’re fucking joking. Billy, you’re the most octopus-limbed sleeper I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t hear you complaining at night.”

“That’s because you snore.” For that comment, Billy pinches Steve’s side, right where Billy knows he’s the most ticklish. Steve shrieks and clamps a hand over his mouth, falling back against the counter and hitting his head. This, of course, only makes him laugh harder, causing Billy to join in as well. Every time Steve almost is able to stop, he meets Billy’s eyes and starts up again, the cycle going on and on. Eventually, Nonna comes over to see what’s going on, which just makes them laugh harder. By the time they’ve finally calmed down, the kids have all dropped their luggage off and are downstairs in the living room, pointedly ignore Billy and Steve losing their minds.

“Do you regret letting me invite them yet?” Steve asks, gesturing to the other room.

“Not at all. I always said I wanted a big family,” Nonna explains, rustling around then kitchen for food.

“Why do you think I brought them here? It can’t be that I actually enjoy their company.”

“Oh, silenzio. I know you have dreams of your own family. Someday you’re going to miss them.” Steve ignores the eyebrow raise he gets from Billy, filing it in a “conversations for later” folder in his mind. “Steve, I don’t know why you would ever have to babysit them. These kids are practically angels,” comments Nonna, gesturing to the living room where they’re all playing cards together. Mid-game, Will made up some rules that Steve definitely doesn’t understand, so there’s a lot of general yelling about who’s cards could beat who’s in a fight. Especially because they’re just using regular playing cards.

“I can’t believe you would say that. Betrayal from my own grandmother. Do you know how many times I’ve caught them doing something vaguely illegal or completely life-threatening with absolutely no adult supervision? They are far from angels.”

“Senza senso. You cannot convince me that these children are anything less that perfect.”

“Little shits never get along when we’re at home,” grumbles Steve. “Billy, go start a fight, please.”

“I’m afraid I’m a little past those days, baby. Sorry to disappoint.” Steve sighs exaggeratedly and leans his hands on the counter.

“Go do some of your world class babysitting, Steve. Your boy and I have some cooking to finish up.” Nonna pushes a laughing Steve out of the kitchen while Billy shrugs innocently and blows a kiss at Steve.

“Steve, do you want to play?” asks El as soon as Steve is in sight. “You can be on my time.”

“Sure. As long as none of you try to explain the rules.” At that, Mike and Dustin launch into an explanation that Steve tunes out on instinct.

“Got it?” asks Mike. Steve just nods and sits down on the floor next to El.

Turns out he doesn’t actually need to understand the rules at all. The game, if it can even be called that, is utter chaos. Steve doesn’t know if him and El have 10 points or -127 jewels, or if those cancel each other out. He doesn’t even know how they got jewels or points.

After the fifth consecutive time losing, Steve suggest that they play another game. “Come on, anything else. This game is shit and obviously rigged.”

“You’re just a sore loser,” accuses Mike. He’s completely correct, of course, but he doesn’t need to know that. Luckily, Steve doesn’t have to come up with a response, because Nonna comes in and tells them that it’s time to clean up for dinner.

“Got it. Everyone, go wash your hands. Don’t give me those looks, I’m not letting your sticky kid fingers touch all of my food. Shoo.” Steve sends them off to the different bathrooms downstairs and starts setting the table in the dining room.

They file in one by one, making a show of shoving their hands in Steve’s face to make sure they’re clean enough. He didn’t even ask them to do that, and somehow they all have the same idea and do it anyway, just to spite him.

When they finally take their seats, Lucas says, “You think losing in almost all of your basketball games would make you better at losing.”

“Jesus, you guys don’t let anything go, do you? I thought we finished this conversation.”

“This conversation will never be finished because it’s hilarious and you suck,” explains Mike kindly.

“Are we playing the game where we try to embarrass Steve?” ask Billy, coming to the table with a bowl stacked high with bread. “I love this game.”

“That’s not a game,” insists Steve.

“Oh, we are playing a game? What are the rules?” Nonna comes into the room with the steaming pot of pasta, bringing the aroma of spices and tomato with her.

“I’m so glad you asked.” Dustin gives a brief explanation of the game, which doesn’t take long at all because the only rule is that it has to be as embarrassing as possible. Lovely.

“Oh my god,” groans Steve. “Do we have to do this right now? Why can’t we just do that thing where everyone goes to their own rooms and east in silence.”

“That’s not what families do, topolino . We are eating together and making fun of you together. It’s bonding.”

“I have an idea,” says Billy. Steve doesn’t trust that look in his eyes at all. “Nonna, why don’t you tell the rest of us why your nickname for Steve is topolino . That’s a good place to start, I think.”

Nonna claps her hands together and grins. “Perfect idea. First, everyone get food, and then I will tell you all about little Steve’s childhood obsession.”

“Why did I invite any of you?”

“You didn’t, I did,” says Nonna cheerily. “And I am so glad they are so that I can fill up my table again. Just as you should fill up your plates. Non essere timido.” Billy takes that as his cue and starts filling up his plate, leading the others to follow.

“I believe we were promised a story,” Will reminds Nonna, smiling mischievously.

“Of course. Well, when Steve here was just a little ragazzo, he had quite a strange habit. God knows where it came from, but little Steve always did have a few things about him we never quite figured out. Anyway, one time Steve was staying with me for a while. I think he was around two or three years old, if I’m not mistaken. Well, every night Steve would come up to my room and shake me awake then ask me for some cheese. I have absolutely no idea why, and he never offered an explanation either. He would simply, routinely ask for cheese in the middle of the night. Topolino, his nickname, means little mouse. I’m sure you can figure out the connection there.”

“He still does that, you know,” informs Billy. Steve barely resists the urge to kick him under the table.

“I definitely do not do that, just so we’re all clear.” No one looks convinced by his words. “Billy, tell them I don’t still eat cheese in the middle of the night.”

“Not every night,” Billy says, hiding a smirk underneath his hand. “Only on some occasions.”

“You’re a dick,” Steve complains. “I don’t do that anymore, and I only ever did for like…a few months, but don’t ask me why. I, like the rest of you, have no idea what went on in my younger years.”

“No one did, Steve.” Steve sends a fake glare in Dustin’s direction and changes the topic as quickly as he can.

The rest of dinner passes in a similar fashion, with the line of fire switching from Steve to Billy to then going around the table and telling embarrassing stories about everyone. It’s surprisingly domestic and so easy to be with them like this. Like they’ve been a family all along.

Nonna puts the kids on washing duty and tells all of them goodnight. “Usually I would stay up later and party with you young people, but I’m feeling old today. I’ll see you in the morning whenever you come down. There will be some sort of breakfast. Buonanotte, amori miei.” A chorus of goodnights follow her up the stairs, a tired smile on her weathered face.

Billy takes this as a perfect opportunity to pull Steve outside the the ivy-covered stone courtyard. They sit on the stairs, looking up at the stars above them, Billy a step higher than Steve in order to serve as a backrest. The cold stone soaks through the material of Steve’s sweater, a balm to his tension.

“So how are you really doing? Don’t give me the bullshit you give everyone else.”

“I’m tired,” Steve answers honestly. “I’ve been running around all afternoon making sure everyone is okay. El doesn’t like traveling, for good reason, and Will isn’t great with being so far away with his family, so Mike is trying to help both of them while Max tells Lucas how Ericka is going to steal all his shit, which she might actually do, and Dustin just wants to help everyone else out, so it’s a whole mess.”

“Little shits,” Billy says fondly. “They’re glad to be here, though. You just see the bad parts right now because you’re busy playing mother hen, but it’s going better than you think. I haven’t seen Max smile this much in a while. And El, she’s practically in wonderland with all these new things for her to see. Mike has that sour look of his face, and Will gets to be with his friends for a week straight, which is all he ever wants. Lucas is just happy to be with Max and his friends too, and Dustin still can’t believe you even invited him at all. Baby, you being here alone brings us together.” Billy’s voice is so passionate, so earnest, that Steve can’t help but believe him a little, as much as his doubts don’t want him to.

“Thanks for helping Nonna in the kitchen today. I know she likes having someone beside her. Most of the time she doesn’t nowadays, so it’s nice of you to be there, even if you’re just trying to get away from the noise.” Steve leans against Billy, going lax against him. “Don’t give me that face, I know when they get too much for you. It’s okay, they’re too much for me too sometimes. It’s nice to have a gentle presence like Nonna to reset yourself sometimes. I don’t blame you. And if you think I don’t know when you need to take a break, you’re fucking wrong. Why do you think I told you to help her?”

“Way to smoothly change the conversation, baby. And I didn’t know you could be so subtle about taking care of someone.” Billy runs his hands over Steve’s arms lightly, soothingly.

“I have my gifts,” says Steve. “Really, though. Thanks for sticking with me, crazy attachments and all. Most people don’t stick around their partners when they accidentally adopt six children.” Steve can feel the heartbreak in the way Billy tightens around him.

“You don’t have to thank me for sticking around, it’s not a chore. And, well, unfortunately for you, I’m going to love you forever. At least, until you die tragically and I’m forced to marry a rich person who buys me everything I want and talks to me once a week.”

“Billy, I mean this with the most level of love that I can, but please for the love of god shut the fuck up. You were being nice for like two seconds.”

“I will not,” says Billy happily. “Not until you realize that this isn’t something I take lightly. You got six anxiety prone, incredibly difficult children passports and permission from their also incredibly difficult parents, not that that’s a bad trait for parent to have, to come to your family home. In Italy. That’s not nothing, baby. Give yourself a little credit.”

“It’s just that this isn’t mine to take credit for. You’re the one who was calm and collected while I was practically having a breakdown over convincing Joyce and Hopper. It’s Nonna’s house, not mine, and it’s only because of her that we’re here at all. If anything, I just made things more difficult by cutting out my parents from the middle and losing contact for so long.”

“Hey, Steve, no. That’s not fair to yourself at all. Not a single one of them gives a shit whether or not you had a breakdown setting it up or if your dad was involved. I’m fairly positive, actually, that they’re relieved you didn’t have to deal with him. Everyone here knows what it’s like to have hard times, and them not a single fucking person should ever blame you for letting go of a harmful environment. They kicked you out of the house, so you don’t let them back in your life. And who cares that it’s Nonna’s house? With the amount of dumb shit she tells me you buy for her to put here, it’s basically yours.”

“That was surprisingly coherent,” Steve admits. “And really sweet.”

“Don’t expect it often,” warns Billy, but Steve can’t seem to believe it with the way Billy’s holding him like he won’t ever let go. “Even if this place isn’t yours, we’ll always have our shitty apartment back at home. Sure, the sink runs red sometimes for undisclosed reasons and the shower turns cold randomly, but it’s a place that’s ours. And, unfortunately, at this point, it’s theirs too. Maybe they don’t live there, but where do they go when they want movie nights? Or when someone has a bad day that they don’t feel like talking to their parents about? I’m sure it’s more for you than me, because last time I tried to talk to El I think I scared her more than anything else, but that doesn’t change the fact that wherever we are, they’re going to need you. Baby, look at me.” Billy tilts Steve chin up and backwards so he can look into Billy’s ocean eyes. “Just because they’re growing up doesn’t meant they won’t need you, which I’m pretty sure is the real reason for some of this insecurity. Those kids couldn’t get through 12 hours of us leaving before they texted and asked for help. I know we aren’t the best examples because both of us don’t rely on our parents for shit, but we have Joyce and Hopper who take care of us now. There’s no point in growing up like you don’t need people to help you out. That’s not something you outgrow, and I would know, because I tried. Look how much I failed. Those little shits don’t stand a chance. I’m afraid you’re stuck with them too.”

There’s a familiar tightness in Steve’s throat that he chooses willfully to ignore in favor of sinking further against Billy, if that’s possible.

There are a lot of times when Steve is overwhelmed by the world. Days when it feels like all the gears align perfectly to make him break.

But he never does. Sure, he has setbacks, has moments when he wants to cower under the covers and steal Billy’s day away for him. He has times like when he was younger, where he’s moving backwards and everything else is moving forwards. But why shouldn’t he be able to move backwards sometimes, live in memories of easy days or happy moments?

Steve bends to hard times like a resistant blade of grass, pushed back and forth but never uprooted. If he’s a blade of grass, then Billy is an oak tree protecting him at the right angle to save him from some of the wind and standing strong and unmoved through the ages, growing deeper with time.

Those moments pass as shadows of times like this, though. Moments when the world seems like it belongs to him and the people he loves. When all that he can see and hear are things that give him comfort, make him happy. Like the sound of El’s laughter from the kitchen and Will insisting to a very confused Lucas that the best way to wash the dishes is without soap. There’s the soft light from Nonna’s room, the billowing cotton curtains piercing white against the dark courtyard.

And there’s Billy behind him. Billy, who takes Steve’s burdens on his back without complaint, just shoulders forcefully through navigating the troubled seas of their lives. Billy, who holds Steve close like he is now, in a way that says he’s never going to let go first. Billy, who’s such an asshole ninety percent of the time, but has incredible capability for kindness that’s unrivaled by any other Steve knows.

Billy makes it feel like the world is made for them specially, each stone step and precious laugh. And who knows, maybe it is.

Maybe it can be.

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