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playgrl0 · 2 years

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mine / baji

part 1

a/n: u might catch diabetes bc of how cute this is idk be careful lol

you're currently getting ready for your date with baji. you're really nervous because you've been friends for such a long time and you've liked him since the beginning. who the fuck are you kidding? you love this boy. you know he likes you too, he's confessed about a million times to you already. you always rejected him for the most basic reason ever; you don't wanna ruin your friendship. he just means so, so much to you and you'd never wanna lose him over something as stupid as a relationship issue. but let's forget about all that. that's in the past now. baji will be here any second now to pick you up. he told you to wear something comfortable so that's what you're wearing. you're checking yourself out one last time in the mirror when you receive a text. "im outside, babe." you roll your eyes at the text and reply "not your babe." with a smile. you walk out of your apartment and there he is, looking beautiful as ever. "you'll be my babe by the end of the night." he says in reply to your text. he walks over to you and holds his hand out for you. "may i?" you nod your head and let him take his warm hand into yours. "so, where are you taking me?" "to your favorite place." he grins. "but i just left my bedroom." he rolls his eyes and mutters a quiet "idiot" under his breath. "you'll see." you both keep walking, hands intertwined together, his thumb softly rubbing the back of your hand. the walk there was comfortable, quiet and peaceful.

"you didn't forget." you quietly, almost breathlessly speak up when you reach the place baji was taking you. a beautiful park with the most beautiful sea. the moon and the stars are shining bright and are reflecting in the water, some ducks are still swimming, others are sleeping already. baji takes out a blanket from his backpack, spreads it out onto the grass and pulls you down next to him. "i could never forget." he softly smiles at you. this place is where you and baji met each other years ago for the first time, where you became friends. you'd meet up there almost everyday just to hangout. it quickly became your safe place and a place where you'd go to when you weren't feeling well. whenever he couldn't find you, he knew you'd be there and he'd keep you company to cheer you up. over the years you two came here less and less due to being busy with other things and life being crazy. baji takes your soft hand in his once again and looks at you. "i could never forget the place where i met my best friend and fell in love with her." heat spreads over your face and you look away from him. he does it all the time, confess his feelings to you, but you'll probably never get tired of hearing it. he takes your chin between his fingers and makes you look at him again. "stop being shy around me, it's so weird, get your shit together and man up." he smirks. "shut the fuck up." you slap his hand away. "well, i hope you're hungry. mom made a few snacks for us." he says and pulls everything out the backpack and places it in front of you two. "oh, and–" he pulls out a small vase and a few hand picked flowers, places them in the vase and sets it in front of you as well. "keisuke, you are the cheesiest motherfucker ever." you giggle and he smirks, knowing that you absolutely love it.

after you're done eating and put everything away, you're both laying on your backs and staring up at the sky. baji has your hand on his stomach and softly plays with your fingers while you keep pointing out the brightest stars to him. "i like that one." he speaks up and points at another star. "yeah? why?" he turns his head to look at you. "because it's clearly the brightest and prettiest one up there. it reminds me of myself." you shake your head at him, laughing and he chuckles as well. "but you remind me of this–" he points his finger at the beautiful, bright full moon and your jaw slightly opens at that. he sits up and pulls you up with him, takes both your hands into his and takes a deep breath before he continues. "see how the moon's lighting up the sky despite how fuckin' dark it is right now? you're like my own personal full moon, y/n. you light up my darkest days and make them better. you've always done that, since the very first time we met. and if i'm not having a bad day, you're just there to shine bright and look beautiful, all for me." he puts one of his warm hands against your slightly hot cheek and rubs his thumb over it. "keisuke, i–" "shh! i've told you so many times already how much i like you and i meant it every single time. i need you in my life as more than just my best friend. i need you to be mine and only mine. i want you all to myself. you're on my mind every day. i dream about you at night and when i can't sleep, i think about you. you're driving me crazy in the most beautiful way possible and you make me feel like im going insane and my heart will fall out of my ass everytime you look at me. you giggle as a small tear runs down your cheek and he quickly rubs it away with his thumb. "i mean it, y/n. im so, so in love with you. i love you so much it almost hurts." he takes a deep breath before he continues.

"be mine. please be my girlfriend." he breathes out. you can't do anything but just stare at him. he looks beautiful. his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes slightly glassy, plump beautiful lips in between his teeth because of how nervous he is and some strands of his gorgeous hair covering his face because of the slight wind. you sigh out and put the hair strands behind his ears. "keisuke, i-." "god, please say yes!" he interrupts you. "i promised mom i'd make you mine tonight, if i come back home and tell her you said no she'll think i fucked up and she'll literally beat my ass–" "baji, let me–" "–and i can't take another beating. do you know how strong that woman is?? and you know how scary she is when she gets angry–" "kei, shut the fuck–" "–she looks like an angel from the outside but she's evil y/n. evil. and i'm scar–" you can't take his rambling anymore. you take your face in his hands and smash your lips against his to shut him up. his eyes widen and it takes him a second to register what just happened. he closes his eyes, finally moves his lips against yours and pulls you in closer by the back of your neck. "finally" you both think. both of your hearts are beating so fast right now, they might jump out of your rib cages if you don't be careful. you're both running out of air but it feels too good to pull away, you've waited years for this very moment. how many times have you imagined his lips against yours? how many times have you imagined how good it would feel? all your imaginations can't compare to how this feels. it feels a million times better than you could've ever imagined. his soft, slightly chapped lips. his warm, minty breath. his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. his hands pulling you closer and closer against him. everything about it, about him, feels so right. so safe.

you both pull away at the same time and stare into each other's eyes and he brushes a few strands of hair behind your ears. "'s that a yes?" he smirks. "you're so annoying." you groan out and hide your face in the crook of his neck. he chuckles, pulls your face away from his neck so he can look at you again. "i need a proper answer babe."

"im yours, keisuke."

he can't contain his smile and pulls you into another short but sweet kiss, then into a tight hug. "im so happy, y/n. i won't disappoint you. i'll take good care of you and your heart." "i trust you." you reply. "i love you keisuke." you peck his lips and he happily sighs out. "i love you more. and thank you for saving me from another beating from mom."

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kijosakka · 2 months

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i have so many hypotheticals for dramaturgy u dont even KNOW (i am going to sit here and go through them though)

so this is all coming up because i was considering a tiny detail about the initial cast relations on island (then turning into this whole. mess.) and wanted to do a little thing where i explore hypotheticals to this au that aren't necessarily 'canon' to it,,

CAST RELATIONS: in my rehash post of island and covering the casts' reactions to noah acting Like That, i say the feeling of uncanny detachedness was immediate. but it could also? not be?

maybe he just comes off as shy at first, or especially standoffish -- perhaps the sense of detachedness is a mounting realization that 'oh this guy is kindof Weird As Hell' instead of an immediate bad sense,, this effectively would not change the cast relations or dynamics at this point, but it would provide more exposition opportunities for cast members to try striking up anything at all with him and getting shut down immediately as opposed to (unintentional) ostracization from the beginning.

^ and also, conflict exploration. not during island, but during his shift in WT, there could be the issue of noah knowing these people already tried and he shut them down each and every time, so what reason do they have to give him yet another chance? (is it worth the emotional risks and potential hurt and no gains, etc etc)

PHOBIA FACTOR: as it is, 'canon' to the AU noah gets eliminated during dodgebrawl (which is necessary for his general character), but phobia factor is a lovely little 'consequences of forgetting about the cameras' if on a much smaller scale.

now,, im ngl this sounded a lot more fun than it is actually going to be. because the simple answer is just that noah lies. put in this position -- if his onscreen character is forced to have depth, then it will be fake for his own peace of mind.

^ the only thing that would potentially happen is that it would, in a way, isolate him from his castmates further, simply because his reaction,,, Isn't. the fear among the cast as they face their greatest fears is shared -- except for noah. because its not genuine. his reaction comes off as flat (and even then the response that he is showing is further, repeated theme, uncanny valley. to have never seen this guy fearful performing some facsimile of it? Weird.)

SIERRA / WT PAN-OUT: ok,, sierras role here is very closely connected to the other idea mentioned here -- a wt hypothetical season play-out,, thing. while not 'canon' to the au for the simple fact that noah has Little to No development in this and thats the point, im spilling all my 'what-ifs' and might as well include this one.

theres actually,, a shocking number of moving parts to this. to summarize: tyler is eliminated in noahs place in london (mostly to keep numbers even), and thus takes his place witnessing the Kiss.

^ im not sure why tyler would be eliminated honestly. havent thought that through. however i do have something mapped out (kinda) for the trajectory of the love triangle,, being that noah doesnt do Anything. it boils over eventually, obviously, since duncan and gwen both know that he knows, im thinking around picnic at hanging dork? (elimination-wise, between london and picnic [*greece & area 51] cody is eliminated, sierra is Struggling but i do need her here for future plot purposes)

[*greece; noah volunteers before duncan in the scavenger hunt and along the way kiiinda talks with gwen?? just a little, just kinda nudging her in a direction away from any Dramatic, Exploitable behaviors]

^ so noah says nothing, right? he doesnt want to get involved in this Plotline, but he can get duncan to spill. so he does that -- talks to others, sometimes points over at him, and through the two challenges and the time between ends up freaking duncan out enough that he confronts noah post-picnic (theyre just outside the plane getting uhhh idk drinks. its Hot.) while the cameras arent rolling. the cast is around though.

duncan spills it all by himself, noah has a little moment of 'i didnt tell anyone, but you just did' -- courtney is pissed, but duncan is downright furious and gets all in noahs face, to which he responds much like he did at the very beginning of island: he doesnt.

he says something to the effect of 'if youre looking for a reaction, im the wrong person to look for it in' (or he doesnt say anything -- this is a work in progress) and Leaves. i also do like the mental image of noah spilling whatever drink he has down duncans shirt to force him away in a manner that doesnt make noah reveal any (perceived sense of) vulnerability via stepping back himself.

not much else on that -- just that post-challenge i also like the idea of noah being physically close to owen after. idk to what ends,, owen just wants to Comfort (< see also, noah can have a little breakdown in the showers or smth. a tiny one. its been far too long having to keep this all up and being close and not even properly involved in some of the drama of the show is making him crack whether he shows it or not)

^ and (im ngl i do imagine gwen being eliminated here? again, semantics r lost on me in favor of the Numbers) now,, sweden comes: duncan definitely believes anything with noah is nuked, so sucks up to owen and alejandro both in similar ways. basically like how canon went, etc etc noah is back to fading into the background.

however post-sweden offers up duncan&noah interactions. say duncan has had time to cool off and now wants to know why noah didnt say anything; noah deflects, bc of course he does, but does talk duncan into a kindof realization of just how much the show itself impacted his relationship with courtney -- not at the moment, but later it would serve to duncan to characterize noah a little better (and by a little i mean a lot); being, he's keenly aware of the cameras and the audience.

niagra brawls,, everything most goes, save the pairing are changed a bit: heather and alejandro, owen and blaineley, duncan and sierra, and courtney and noah. < courtney and noah win immunity (note: courtney definitely carries him across). post-challenge, noah point-blank tells courtney that hes sorry and that he shouldve come to her immediately.

^ courtney,, appreciates the genuine apology. she asks him why he didnt -- noah is, for once, honest, saying it was mostly a selfish reason and he didnt want the fallout. (smth smth he can truly hold sympathy abt the situation, knowing just how badly the presence of cameras can Fuck Things Up)

now. i swear ill circle around to sierra eventually but i need to talk about blaineley really quickly. so dramaturgy right?? noah is In The Business. i had it in the very original post of this (rb, covering cast dynamics) that noah did not like blainely. i renege. bffs. absolute shit-talkers together.

^ the point of that is that noah talks her out of the alliance with chef. im not actually sure what that does bc i still intend for blaineley to be eliminated post-china (aswell as courtney probably idk?? could be switched with duncan) but maybe she also has smth to say about how detached noah acts?? (see also the little scene concept thing of chris pointing out just how unnerving it was seeing noah act so lifeless)

also: noah wins. the china challenge. master of keeping a Flat Face. (note: he definitely does vomit immediately after. sick for Hours)

the semantics kinda fizzle out from here, but in essence noah floats his way to the final three à la cody style (does not want to be there also) and on the way kinda bonds with sierra? < that brings up another little correction ill rb onto another post at some point; sierra, while initially holding the intrigue as opposed to dislike of noahs detachedness, does in fact grow to find it unnerving. seeing him through a screen? really fun! being around him? ...not so much.

^ sierra, through noahs Magical Advice Powers That He Has In This Pan-Out For Some Reason, does earn herself advice from him about her obsessiveness or whatever. havent thought about it too much and actually propped sierra up as me having way more to say about her than i actually do,, but they do bond. they get a little bonding.

also: plane explosion. theres a little scene here that lives in my head wherein heather, frazzled from the explosion and having voted against alejandro, kinda blows up at noah? lashing out at him etc etc,, noah, par for the course, doesnt react -- mostly. he does just get up and leave, and both heather and alejandro get to hear one tiny little intake of breath that sounds vaguely like he might be crying. but he is Gone. (he breaks down around the interns instead, and fully resolves to himself that this is the final three and he was definitely making third place)

anyway beyond that i think it would be funny if the tiebreaker was actually heather and alejandro and noah some how finagles his way out of being tied up to be the first person to hit the water. thus taking himself out of the game and promising a 'dramatic finale between rivals' like hes very aware chris was gunning for.

^ this is,, tbh idk how 'canon' any of this will be?? if ill keep this as a loose outline and just change noahs character and dynamics,, idk idk. its getting late i cant really think and my god this is so so so much longer than i intended.

#dramaturgyAU #'so many hypotheticals' no just the three #good god this got Long.#ive been hard at work. daydreaming.#i was meant to go to bed a full hour ago but instead have been frenetically typing away at this #i think i have more to say. somewhere??? idk ill post if i come up with anything else #this is the closest thing i have to a plot for this au ngl and its entirely a one-off #again. hypothetical #permanently hypothetical? who knows!!!!#total drama #total drama au #< scary.

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overlydramaticinephile · 2 years

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just one kiss.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader (no physical descriptions)

Summary: Y/N happens to be falling for Steve but does he feel the same way? (Again, pretty bad summary)

Word count: 4.1k (im surprised tbh)

Warnings: Friends to lovers trope, based in the aftermath of season 4 but without the sad parts, douche behaviour, mostly fluff though. Pretty much another teen movie vibes fic. some cursing. shy!reader but also kind of a mess!reader (English is NOT my first language)

A/N: Hi! So, i'm like the biggest sucker for 00s teen drama sooooo i decided to re-write season 4 of the oc (ryan x taylor) for steve and reader. <3 this might be awful or...a good idea idk yet. THEREFORE, reader is like an OFC but not really, i say that bc there are a few mentions of her family. ALSO bc this is based on taylor townsend reader has some interesting characteristics but i love that character so much and idk i think it would be pretty cool to se a different kind of reader :)) so anyway if you made it this far...HOPE YOU ENJOY ILY

READ PART 2 HERE

Y/N L/N has always felt like she's living on the sidelines of the interesting life in Hawkins. She was the party's original babysitter and that's pretty much the only reason she found out about the Upside Down. Or that's what she likes to believe because it's easier to try to figure out why she feels so lonely all the time even when surrounded by so many people who are compassionate and loyal. I guess it all started with that little voice in her head telling her all kinds of bad things about herself and what others must have thought of her. As a kid, that voice was barely a whisper, mainly appeared when she felt anxious or guilty, but as she grew older, in her teenage years…that's when it all started to change. I wish I could say for the better though. Her anxiety just grew, and people just thought she was odd, which is way too dramatic, but high school, right? Judgment was in everyone's shadow.

Of course, she had always heard of Steve Harrington, hell, they were in the same grade but for Y/N, high school was just an enter, take classes, leave, sort of thing. While Steve lived for high school. He was their king after all.

In the year 1984 though, Y/N started to notice Steve more when he ended up helping a very dorky-looking Dustin Henderson while Y/N was babysitting, which they all forgot she was doing until they saw her casually hanging out in his house like she did every other day. From that day on, Y/N saw Steve Harrington in a different light. And she also noticed the change. She first noticed when Steve told Nancy, aka the girl who just a few days prior had broken his heart to go after Jonathan. Yeah, no one really saw that coming but no one really thought of it too much, except for Y/N of course, who after hearing the story from her lab partner about Tina's party made her catch up on the "drama" and to say she was intrigued would be an understatement.

By 1985, Y/N finally made what she felt was her first genuine friend that wasn't a 13-year-old or someone she technically worked for. Yeah, Robin Buckley. And when she found out she was working with Steve at the new mall…well, that made them more than acquaintances. Or that's what she thought. But the truth is Steve didn't see Y/N with that admiration and puppy eyes she did for him and most of the time it didn't bother her because it wasn't something new, but occasionally when that voice I was talking about would creep in, she couldn't help but feel…doomed. Again, dramatic, but that's 18-year-olds for you.

One day Y/N had enough. And by one day, I mean, the night she saw Sixteen Candles for what would be the first time of many. She decided she would not wait around or feel sorry for herself like Samantha, even though Molly Ringwald became her new role model. She would start gaining Steve's heart or…at least try.

Later that week Y/N went to visit Robin to get some info on Steve's dating life and what he thought of her…if he ever did that is.

Y/N entered the familiar video store looking for Robin. She knew she hated to talk about Steve's dating life because let's face it, she heard about it a lot. More than she would like to admit. So, Y/N brought Robin her favorite type of bagel in hopes to convince her. Robin already suspected she had a thing for Steve, but she didn't want to push it for so many reasons.

“Oh no…” said Robin when she saw that I'm going to ask you for something, and I brought something to convince you face. And she did not want to hear about it right now, it's been a long day having a solo shift and all.

“Robin! Good, you're here.” Y/N approached her with all of her bubbly excitement that didn't really match that shy energy she portrayed sometimes.

“Actually…I was just-” anyone aside from Y/N could tell that even though Robin loved her and would take a bullet for her, the love life of one Steve Harrington was something she didn't want to discuss. At least not before a well-deserved nap.

“You might want to sit down. I have huge news and a favor to ask you.”

“You like Steve, and you want my help convincing him to date you?” Robin deadpanned. If they were going to do this, at least she wanted to be straightforward about the issue at hand.

“Wow,” said Y/N surprised. Was she being obvious? Did she say something to make it obvious? Or did something? Yeah, hello inside voice.

“--It's kind of a giveaway. You said he's funny.” And there it was. Robin could not be any less thrilled about this, but this was her best friend after all.

Y/N decided to ignore that inside voice of hers by telling Robin all about this awakening she supposedly, suddenly had.

“It's crazy. I mean, I've always thought of him as a cute guy, might be good for a night of rough-and-tumble fun but it's not like we have anything in common.”

“So, ignore it, it's probably just gas.” could Robin convince her to not go there? That it would end up in just heartbreak? Because as much as she loved Y/N, she didn't really know if she was Steve's type. Steve's type being... Nancy Wheeler or, at least that was before Jonathan came back and Steve went through a second heartbreak.

“But then he helped with all the things that were happening at Hawkins and he grew into this…lovable cute guy, and it was like Dorothy landing in Oz, everything just popped into technicolor.” Y/N continued not being able to stop that growing smile of hers.

“Huh,” said Robin. She didn't really know what to say without unintentionally hurting her feelings.

Y/N's smile faded in a heartbeat; now her face held a sad look. “Do you think I don't know what that means?”

“I said, huh.” Robin was coming off as kind of a douche, but honesty was one of the things she loved most about the girl.

“Meaning, “huh, that Y/N, she is so pathetic. Someone's the least bit nice to her and she becomes totally obsessed with them, first that science tutor of hers and then the guy from New York when he lent her a subway ticket, now Steve.”

“Oh, you know, well isn't it’s kind of true?” Robin couldn't help but recall all those events being the first to hear about them. To say Y/N had attachment issues...well, we won't go there.

“So what? Yes. I have a psychological predilection to become romantically attached to men who are nice to me due to the fact that I was raised by a she-wolf of a mother who practiced emotional terrorism. Does that mean that if by some miracle love does come into my life, I should deny it? What kind of person would that make me mhm? What kind of life?”

Y/N was rambling and at this point, how could she explain her feelings when they have all ended up in some sort of humiliation? One would think she would give up but... she always had hope, people had to give her that.

“Okay, okay, Y/N, what do you want me to do?”

Like if Y/N knew her love life would get Robin to agree she went back to that excited tone she had on earlier. “Find out if he's ready to start dating.”

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Robin called Steve's house knowing that he had the day off and was probably sleeping or feeling sorry for himself. That seemed to be a recurring theme around Hawkins nowadays.

“Hello.”

“Hey,” said Steve recognizing Robin’s voice instantly.

“Uh so, glad your home. Finished the movie last night?” she had to make it seem like a natural conversation but starting with the small talk was probably not the most Robin thing to say.

“Which one?”

“Aha. Are you ready to date again?” Again, Robin couldn't help but want to get to the point so she could finish this argument for the day.

“What?” Steve was taken back. First, Robin got used to getting annoyed with Steve's endless dating life stories, now, she clearly was asking if he was ready to start dating again after... Nance the sequel.

“Simple question.” you could tell the urgency in Robin’s voice.

“I have no idea. Why?” said Steve confused.

“Okay. Cool.” that's when Robin hung up the family video phone and told Y/N about the short conversation she just had.

"He's not sure," said Robin, begging for this to be over.

"Interesting." Well, it wasn't a no per se so, Y/N's hope was definitely intact.

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Later that week Y/N tried to get closer to Steve, by showing up to his shifts and renting random movies he would recommend, hoping Steve would come and pick Dustin up when she was babysitting, she even went out of her comfort zone to try and met him at some of the most popular spots for teenagers. But nothing seemed to work, she was convinced Steve was not interested at all; these were all big coincidences and formalities. Not gonna lie, that crushed her spirit a little bit. Therefore, she was now laying on her bed feeling sorry for herself like one normally does of course.

That's when her sister came in shouting.

“Y/N did you take my lip gloss with the bee pheromones on it?”

“It's on the dresser…” Y/N's voice sounded sad and defeated which caught her sister's attention.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, peachy.” the sarcasm was great in these types of moments.

“Talk.”

Y/N sighed, even though she really didn't want to talk about it she could use some sisterly advice and from someone who won't try to judge her or look down on her.

“Okay, so, what do you do when you like a boy, and he barely knows you're alive and you already pretended to be his money advisor and I'm…out of options.” she cringed at her own words realizing how crazy she was sounding right now.

“Okay…Well, this may sound a little weird but try dressing up fabulous and going to a place where you'll run into him.” said her sister as a matter of factly, like this was some common knowledge that maybe Y/N never heard about.

“That's it?” Y/N sat up looking at her sister better to tell if she was being serious. And she was.

“That's it.”

“That really works?” Y/N couldn't believe it, that sounded way too simple and maybe just maybe she shouldn't have tried too hard.

“Almost every time” her sister decided to continue sharing some of the tips she had learned over the years. “And I mean, touching his arm when you guys are talkin, it's always good, dancing, and body contact and laugh at his jokes- I mean, even if they're not that funny.”

“Oh! I do that already! Okay, what else?” Y/N excitement was coming out again as if it was restoring itself and was ready to try again.

“You could…walk in front of him, I mean if he's a butt guy…”

Y/N looked serious for a moment thinking about what she just said. “I don't know if he's a butt guy…”

“Well, it can't hurt, I mean sis, you have a great butt.” she knew her sister could use all the confidence in the world right now and she was more than happy to provide it, in the end, Y/N has always been there for her, and she wanted nothing but the best for her.

“You're such a sweetie! Tell me more.”

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A few days later some girl from high school was throwing a party for Hawkins High class of '84. Meaning, that Y/N and Steve would be there. Probably Robin too now that he and Robin were pretty much glued to the hip.

So, of course, Y/N saw this as the perfect opportunity. She dressed up like her sister told her to, she decided on this pastel pink dress with some puffy sleeves, lace on top and a cute flower pattern, to be honest, it was a little too girly for her taste, she almost went back to change into her baggy jeans and an oversized colorful sweater but she knew that wouldn't catch Steve's attention so she chose her first option in the hopes to not embarrass herself in the process.

Arriving at the party Y/N found this new confidence in herself at least for the next few hours she thought.

“Hello Steve,” she said giving him her best put-together smile while shoving all her nerves inside.

“Y/N, hi…you look um…” Steve was stunned, no reason to lie here. To say he wasn't expecting her in that outfit would be...correct.

“I look nice?” Y/N said probably too quickly. To this moment we can't tell if it was intentional or not.

“Nice, yeah. That's the word I was looking for.” Steve mumbled that last part. Truth is, she looked gorgeous anyone could see that but he couldn't help but notice she didn't really look like herself but who was he to judge on her fashion choices? So, he let it go.

“Well, so do you. Would you like to dance?” Part two of Y/N's plan was getting close to Steve in hopes to talk more.

Steve's eyes widen, he didn't really do dancing anymore. “Actually, I'm not much of a dancer, probably shocking.”

“Maybe you'll learn” Y/N cringed at herself and how she was supposed to think before she talked. “Not that I'm a teacher or anything, of course. It's just you know…fun.” she had to stop her rambling somewhere...

Steve couldn't help but smile. “Yeah, okay.”

“Okay.” With that Y/N returned that smile in no time, hoping she didn't look too eager.

Steve and Y/N realized this was a fancy house party when they suddenly started to play Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. Probably not their first choice, they were hoping for a little Toto or maybe even Billy Joel. So, after that awkward moment of shall we really slow dance? passed and Steve gestured for Y/N in a May I have this dance matter she giggled and put her arms around his neck while he was curling up by her waist.

“We did not hate you,” said Steve now talking to Y/N about the old days at Hawkins High when he was King Steve. Knowing about supernatural creatures and graduating in the same year was about everything they had in common so for a topic of discussion they decided to talk about the latter.

“Oh, you totally hated me, come on, you were probably the president of we hate Y/N club.” Everyone could tell Y/N was shy and an introverted soul, but she could take a punch either it meant literally or emotionally. But of course, this conversation was meant to be outgoing and fun, leaving all their cringy selves in the open.

“I was the secretary. I took the notes.”

“Steve! you made a real joke.” Y/N couldn't help but crack a smile so big that her cheeks started hurting.

Steve got a little shy and he mumbled a little bit. “Yeah… a pretty bad one but I made a real joke, thank you but don't tell anyone.”

After that, the song ended and before it became awkward again, Steve decided to do something about it before it was too late. He was actually having fun after all.

“You wanna drink?”

“That'd be nice.”

Steve walked to the kitchen to get himself and Y/N a drink when he noticed Robin walk in with a grin on her face. Of course, she saw that whole scene.

“Hey,” said Steve without really looking at her, too busy serving the right drinks. Something with a fruity flavor for Y/N he thought.

“Hey! saw ya dancing with Y/N.” And there it was.

That made Steve look in her direction for a moment. “Yeah. Is that look supposed to mean something?” he deadpanned, of course, he knew she was implying something.

“Crazier things have happened. Nothing I can't recall this instant.”

Steve didn't find this conversation amusing. For some reason, he started to realize he was getting defensive about the topic. It's not like it's the first time Robin had said something like that but about a different girl of course. “Okay. I don't think so.”

“Ask yourself why. She's smart, she's funny-” You could tell Robin had really thought about what Y/N had said to her and decided to support her friend.

“Buckley just forget about it okay? I'm not gonna date Y/N.”

And of course, with the great luck they usually had, Y/N had just walked to see if Steve needed help with the drinks. Robin noticed her first and gave her this apologetic look, of course, she didn't want her to feel bad and the same applied to Steve, so he cursed himself for saying it out loud.

Y/N had this deer caught in the headlights look like she was just humiliated which would make sense.

“Ahm I was just…excuse me,” she said before walking off and leaving the house. Trying to find her keys as fast as possible so she could just drive away and forget this ever happened.

“Y/N, Y/N whoa whoa whoa hold on, let me explain.” Steve got out himself trying to stop her.

“I think you were pretty clear Steve. And yes, I lied when you asked me that one time if I liked you but…what was I thinking I mean, you and me? It's just…I must be totally crazy-”

“You're not crazy, okay?” he said in a heartbeat. Probably didn't even realize it.

“Steve, I pretended to be your money advisor to seduce you.”

Huh. Yeah, he kinda did forget about that. “Well, that was crazy.”

“Don't worry because I'm sure next week I'll be totally obsessed with some guy who gives me change for parking,” she said sarcasm dripping down every word.

“Look, what I said has absolutely nothing to do with you okay? It's just that…”

“What? That…for the longest time all you could feel was your desire to get back Nancy Wheeler but now that's gone so you feel empty, can't feel anything, least of all anything for me?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times after he found any words. Because believe it or not she did have that effect on him. To leave him speechless. Why? That he didn't know yet.

“How do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” said Y/N confused.

“That. You keep telling me what I'm thinking before I feel it.”

Oh. “Because I think about you. I want you to be happy and I think that if you gave it a chance you might feel something too.” she thought what the hell better lay everything down now that he knows, she wasn't expecting on telling him like this but like always she remained hopeful.

“Y/N…” Shit. Steve didn't want to hurt her feelings I mean; he knew what it felt like to be rejected after pouring your heart out to someone and he felt like crap to do it to someone else.

But before he could continue Y/N decided to answer for him.

“Are you gonna tell me that you really like me as a friend?” she narrowed her eyes and it felt like she could see right through his soul.

Damn. She's good. “Maybe…?”

Clearly, that's the worst thing he could have said when she just walked away with this annoyed pace if that even is a thing. Leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.

“How did she do that?”

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Later that night Y/N decided to visit Robin's house. Even though tonight was a total wreck she had one last thing to do. Which made her knock on Robin’s door hoping she would answer. And she did.

“Robin,” said Y/N in this sad tone.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” she wasn't expecting her at 1 in the morning outside her house.

“Um…when I had really bad grades last year, my sister's boyfriend gave me this finances guide and I thought it might help Steve with his problems, I would have given it to him before, but I was trying to seduce him so…” she couldn't help and look at her shoes. Realizing she hasn't changed from her Cinderella outfit if you will.

“So, why can't you just give it to him?”

“Because. I'm too embarrassed. You were totally right. Here I am, trying to get into college and living like a refugee at my sister's, and Steve's nice to me so I fall for him? it's just totally pathetic. Just, please give that to him.”

Well shit, now Robin felt even more terrible.

“Wow, I never thought I would see you quitting.”

That made Y/N look up in surprise. “What? It's completely hopeless Robin, you heard him.”

“Yeah no, it's just, you rolling over like an old dog…not the Y/N I remember…”

“Are you seriously trying to Jedi mind trick me?” Y/N deadpanned.

“Y/N L/N, quitter. I guess I'll just have to get used to that.”

Sure, Y/N's ego was a little bruised, but Robin was kinda right, that was taking it too far. Hell, she has fought Demogorgons and she was scared to face Steve Harrington? No. No way.

“Fine.”

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Y/N soon realized Steve was staying at Robin's for the night due to not wanting to be in his big house alone for the night, so, why not crash with your best friend after a long day?

“Hi,” Y/N said as she walked into the living room where Steve was putting a duvet on the big couch so he could sleep there.

“Hey…” Steve looked up in surprise.

“Um…I brought you some books. I'm not trying to be your advisor I just thought it might help you.” truth be told, Y/N didn't know why she had to do this in the middle of the night, maybe she had a feeling, maybe she wasn't ready to give up.

“Thanks.” Steve said dryly.

“What am I doing?” Y/N turned around ready to leave the house feeling utterly pathetic for what felt like the tenth time that night.

“Woah hold on. Look, I gotta say something.” Steve had been thinking of what to say to her again since she left the party.

“Um…I think you've got this idea that you're this strange person that has to trick people into liking her and it's not true, you're um, you're amazing.”

Y/N was in awe, she definitely didn't expect that. She couldn't help to laugh either.

“Oh my god, you just did it to me.”

“Did what?”

“Said exactly what I was feeling. Well, except for the me being amazing part.”

Steve smiled at that. “Well, it's true and uh…honestly you know, I wish I did feel something.”

Y/N thought for a moment. This might be a huge mistake but since she was here putting herself on the line again. Why not? Her dignity was already in a questionable situation.

“Kiss me.”

Well, Steve wasn't expecting that. He looked at her trying to understand if he heard that right.

“Uh…what?”

“I think that there's something there and I think that if you kiss me, you'll feel it too.”

“Uh, I don't think that's how it works?”

“Come on, if you don't feel anything, I will never mention it again. That's the best deal you'll ever get, ask Robin. Just one kiss.”

Truth be told, Steve wasn't sure why he found this so difficult, it's not like he hasn't kissed girls just for the hell of it, but something did feel different. Deep down maybe he was scared that he would actually feel something. He didn't believe this was a thing, but you never know.

“One kiss…one kiss,” he said coming closer.

“Okay,” said Y/N leaning in.

Y/N wasn't an excellent kisser that she knew of, she had only kissed one guy before but there was something that told her that if he was the one, the kiss would be perfect either way.

So, Y/N kissed Steve. It was tender and soft, one kiss turned into two. Steve's body was frozen except for his lips. He wanted to cup her face and pull her even closer but was it because he hadn't been kissed like that in a long time? Or was he actually feeling something? That's when Y/N pulled away interrupting his thoughts. He was surprised which led to him making this shocked face.

“I'm sorry.”

Y/N felt like a ton of bricks just had hit her. What did she do? She couldn't help but look at her feet again and run away.

Steve didn't call after her, he just stood there, still frozen, processing everything that just happened since she walked in. His thoughts were racing mainly "What the fuck just happened" he decided to lie on the couch and whatever had just burst into him...he would figure out tomorrow.

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Pretty please leave a comment if you think I should make this a series

It's probably pretty bad but idk I just finished college so I thought I would occupy my time while I find a job :))

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #fanfic

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as much as im annoyed by the potential implications of the mhj/hybe drama i do feel like theres way too much speculation rn ... rlly doesn't sit so well with me that everyone is bashing on mhj alone (im not supporting her either though) and not bang sihyuk too. some hybe stans rlly js worship the guy and idk why . its not like he's innocent too. like those texts from him are so annoying too. abt if she's satisfied that nwjns is so popular and also abt trying to rival aespa / bp alone ...

hybe has sm power and r known for their mediaplay so i rlly do wish people would keep that in mind instead of doing their own speculation to bash on mhj . we don't know fs if she's the reason behind seunghan, youngseo, etc .... it seems so forced that everyone just collectively is making stuff up on their own theories and pissing on her. like im all for it when everything's done with but it's giving misogyny to me ughhh idk how to explain it eitherr without sounding like a mhj stan I PROMISE IM NOT TAKING HER SIDE T_T i just cant help but feel like poeple find it easier to hate and bash on women sometimes. even me scrolling x nowadays feels so annoying. literally feel so bad for illit and nwjns rn.

personally i was a teeny annoyed that illit had a similar image to nwjns w their nostalgia/coquettecore (also though just seems like cute/youthful concept is making a cb in general in kpop) but only because their songs on super real me were the exact type of songs i liked most from nwjns (super shy, hurt etc. the softer less peppy songs compared to hybe boy) so it bothered me that there was an implication that nwjns might be forced to distance itself to a more differing concept to keep some contrast btwn the two ... but ik that's not illit's fault at all (literally love the girls sm im a runext fan ^^) i feel like i can understand the upset that illit was getting a similar concept when every other grp before illit in hybe had more defined concepts seperating each other. but once again that's all hybe's doing ...... seeing the choreographers supporting mhj too makes it seem like not even the nwjns team or even all the staff were on board with the references in the choreo either...

anyways i do hope this controversy doesnt impede on either grps promos :( and i rlly hope everything gets sorted out... im srsly hoping this doesnt turn into a 5050 situtation again but with nwjns i was so upset when that happened . was curious on what your thoughts were or if u were keeping up with everything?

i feel like i've seen a good amount of people bashing them both but we could have different tls maybe !! but yeah i don't know why there's so many hybe stans 😭 it's been this way for a long time + armys idolizing bang pd back when bts was the only group under bighit. i feel like everyone needs to just accept that all these companies are trash and you can't be defending ceos

i do get what you mean because women are often criticized far more when those same things would be overlooked if a man did it,, however i don't think that's the case here 😭 because 1. she has an extensive history of s3xualizing minors back from when she was in sm and 2. it was revealed that she and bang pd bought out source music to debut a girl group so it's not that far-fetched to say that she could have sabotaged the trainees from source music, especially after she said that she didn't want to debut sakura because she was "too old." some of the other theories people are making definitely don't have much of a basis but i think most people also recognize that the main victims of all this are newjeans and illit + the other groups mhj dragged in with her. so yeah i wouldn't call it misogyny that people are going after min heejin, and honestly i'm even more surprised that people just forgot about how she sexualized shinee, red velvet, jisung, and newjeans and only started calling her out after this incident 😭 she's always had a LOT of defenders and personally i've never felt the need to defend billionaires :/ also mhj's a businesswoman who knows how to play the media herself. you can see it even in her press conferences; she's bringing up different groups to take attention off of herself and talking about her "relationship" with newjeans to garner sympathy from everyone

i think hybe definitely was shady for greenlighting illit's concept when it's clear there was inspiration from newjeans. i personally just assumed they discussed this with ador but i guess not?? so weird that they don't act like proper adults in that building. i'll also say that i don't think min heejin's concept for newjeans is original or considered "hers" but since most people associate that concept with newjeans, it's safe to say that illit's creative director probably got it from newjeans anyways. another thing about hybe tho is that i don't think they've been doing strong concepts for their groups. txt did have a strong one initially but bighit just stopped trying for them (probs bc their team got moved to source music 🥲) i think belift did a good job with keeping the vampire concept for enha consistent and i was initially scared that it would stop after hybe fully acquired cj enm, but i think they've recognized that enha just has too much connected to their vampire concept (their webtoon, storyline for their music videos) but enha's also been neglected by hybe a lot so screw them 🚶‍♂️

i hope this issue doesn't mess with comebacks either :/ it's like suspiciously right before newjeans' comeback, which throws me off because i feel like there's always some shit min heejin's pulling right before or during their comebacks (ex: inserting herself in the OMG music video at the very end) and it's so weird to me how she always talks about them as if she's the sixth member 😭

#💌 : love notes #anon

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Im feeling silly , I was looking over my logs of texts I often write to myself, an idea of what ever I want to do in the future And I found a horror idea based on a dream I had- I still somewhat remember it- I have a fear of getting lost and trapped - because I did get lost some few times in my life~ but for some reason my dream changed to "Im running" to "watch as someone else needs to survive" and I guess was to not get too scared? anyways, all I know I was in a abandoment plex, or shopping mall, I was in the play area MIND YOU this was before FNAF RUIN was even a thing! but I used to watch ppl explore abandoment places at night- soo ok, based on this dream of being lost, and running from something, I created an AU I never once shared to anyone sooo feeling silly! I want to let it out~ in resume! actually short one What if Fazbear got tired of weird stuff happening in the daycare, robots coming in and out, missing tech- a fucking death star? and their animatronics getting too comfortable walking away.. so much so is getting the brand in trouble so one night- FazCo just - reset both Sun and Moon, one night they sleep in the room they have, some humans walk in, since they work there Computer can not harm them, Computer tried to wake Moon but failed the next day, both brothers forgor everything and everyone, but something is off, Sun is not nervious nor shy, far from it, he seems to take a leadship, be harsh, sassy and somewhat mean-Moon in the other hand? he is calm, silent, cold only to human and robots, not kids, he is obedient to Sun only, and will be mean to everyone else. idk what exactly happened, but the plex grew darker, as maybe the aura of the change made everyone freak out, since Moon was literally paying FazCo to let him do anything, yet the company reset him as nothing.. soon chaos happend, and Eclipse , who mind you now has a body of his own -and I have no idea on what arc this happened, I just know he still hated everyone and didnt died- tried to walk in the daycare, only to Find Moon staring at him at the top on the play structure, Eclipse tease Moon but soon see something is not ok. Moon let him walk in, and worst, he just stared at him like a cat set on a prey, is only when Sun walked out from the ball pit he stared at Eclispe , and in a cheerfull yet cold tone said "oh, you are not part of FazCo line.. you are a bootleg? sorry~ we dont allow bootlegs in here! you need to leave!" and before Eclipse can say shit, Moon chease him away, Eclipse doesnt know why- but he ran away, maybe because Moon seems to be in his "kill code mode" but he just runs NOW this is the meat of the AU, Eclipse is forced to survive not getting seen by anyone, not even gregrory because he soon realized, every door is locked with new code only the rest on the glamrooks know, he tried to find the code, but just can not.. this is all I got, in my notes I had that Sun tried to reset Eclipse too thinking he just "needed some repains too" but I think Sun wanting Eclipse gone is more scary~ so yea, idk what to do with this so Im letting this out here- I may flesh out this idea? but I dont think I may actually draw it I just knew I wanted some horror related AU with sams at the time I wrote my dream down, I wanted true horror an scene I rememebr is Eclipse running inside one of the tubes, is all dark, only his eyes glow, and he is freaking out, Moon is cheasing him like a actual robot, no much of his personality showing - Eclipse clips up to the play structure, and finds a way out, not before he hears Sun teasing "please come out! we will make you better! you need to follwo FazCo rules~"

#sams #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams au #tsams au #horror au I guess?#also idk what will happend to Lunar- I gues he is safe with monty #also at the time I had this dream Earth wasnt in the cast #if she were to be added she too had to stay hidden since Moon would never allowe her not Lunar to be own by FazCo

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hellooo, hi, im not sick anymore (more or less) and in surprisingly great spirits! i was thinking, if you wanted to write more Zeffirelli and absolutely and i mean ABSOLUTELY no pressure maybe we could have some sort of university themed kinda fic? not an AU just kind of widening the lens of The French dispatch to see Zeffirelli as a students not just his after school activities. im thinking like a philosophy student poet boyfriend x art and film theory painter reader kinda situation. studying and going to interesting lectures and to cinema in the evenings..idk it would be lovely to have some nice uni vibes to motivate me. also if you don't feel Zeffirelli now Timothee himself would be very much okay too i feel like. it is all up to you. sending you great energy, love you, message me if you want to brainstorm this story or want to talk literally about anything xx

omg hiiii!!! it’s fall now!! zeffirelli would be living his best life. i was really missing zeffirelli and timmy. timothee always renters my brain this time of year so be prepared. it’s movie szn brainrot time, my friends.

coincidentally enough, this happens to be my 700th follower celebration as well! yay!

uhhh so usually i write the translations at the bottom but i didn’t keep up this time i’m so sorry 😭😭

zeffirelli masterlist

ensoleillement (sunshine)

“You’re late,” you say, looking at the clock in the corner of your living room.

“I brought compensation.” Zeffirelli holds up a brown paper bag from the pastry shop down the street as an apology. “There's a pain au chocolat in there for you. I also got you a coffee.”

“I hope it’s not in the bag,” you respond drily, but take the bag nonetheless and rifle around for your breakfast. “Where’s the coffee?”

“Here,” he says absently, placing it on the kitchen counter.

“Dieu merci,” you sigh, taking a sip and shouldering your bag. The leather strap digs into your shoulder through the fabric of your coat.

“Thank me, not God,” Zeffirelli complains, ushering you out the door.

“You’re still the reason I’m late.” There’s a warning in your voice, but you can’t put any real venom behind your words. You never can, with him.

“Oui, but you’re not going to any important classes right now.”

“I’m going to math,” you protest. He reaches across you and takes your coffee, sipping it and grimacing. You slap his hand away and retake the coffee. “No matter how much you try, you aren’t going to like the way I have my coffee.”

“That’s because you have terrible taste,” he complains. “Why are still taking those bullshit classes? There are so many better classes to take.” It’s a conversation you’ve had many times, mostly out of jest, but there is some seriousness behind it.

“You mean math?”

Zeffirelli hums. “That’s the one. Why would you waste your time with math when you could be going to philosophy at noon?”

“Because I’m not some poet revolutionary, Zef,” you laugh, bumping your shoulder with his. “Not everyone is as successful as you.”

“Nonsense. You just haven’t shared any of your ideas with other people. Come on, amor, let me know what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Right now there are a few things, but I don’t think you want to hear them,” you deadpan, gathering your books in your arms.

“Don’t get shy on me now, ensoleillement.” The endearment falls easily from his lips, his favorite term for you, meaning, quite literally, sunshine.

Ironically, you got the nickname on a rainy day when you had been giving him a hard time about his tendency to walk in the rain.

“I have nothing to say to you,” you reply, knocking your shoulder against his as you both try to go out the same door to the street below your apartment.

“All that math is filling your brain with nonsense,” he complains, his shoes scraping against the worn hardwoods. “I can’t have a good philosophical conversation with a mathematician.”

“Just because I’m taking the class doesn’t make me good at it,” you correct absentmindedly. He huffs and steps into pace beside you, his hand brushing against yours. The autumn leaves crunch under your feet, warm red and orange bleeding past as you make your way to class, the air crisp and the sun slinking behind the clouds. You really should be trying to make it to class on time, but you know you’ll regret it if you leave Zeffirelli out here alone with that rosy color on his cheeks from the cool air. Fall suits him well, and he wears the chill running through your fingers well.

It’s better to be here, your hands skimming against his, knuckles red and electric when he touches them than it is to be sitting in a class. Especially because he isn’t in the class.

The walk to your school isn’t much further. Just through the town sits a two-storied brick building where you’ve devoted hours to studying, crying, and trying to get Zeffirelli to take breaks unsuccessfully.

The cobblestones underneath your feet are consistently unsteady, and you find yourself, as usual, looking in awe at the quaint town that wakes up as you walk through.

There’s the flower shop on the corner with the green and white striped awning that gives out free roses on holidays. Next to it, stands a stationary store where you go more days than not to get a hand-pressed piece of paper to write home on. Across the street is a cafè where you and Zeffirelli have spent countless sleepless nights discussing movies and poetry when you should be studying,

This isn’t your hometown, and it isn’t his either, but you both know it more than you ever could know any other place on Earth. Zeffirelli’s American rouge, prophetic attitude couldn’t come from a town this small, but that doesn’t stop it from thriving. Here, nothing can stop him. Not living with his parents, which he does on purpose, or not knowing how to start a manifesto. Those things are trivial and unimportant because this place reveres every waking and sleeping moment it has with him. You and

You, well, you can’t claim this place as your home, but you’ve fallen in love with its poetically simple lifestyle. The two years you’ve been here as an exchange student has been the best you can remember, and you aren’t sure how much of that is related to the boy next to you.

A gut instinct tells you that he might have something to do with it, but you would be drawn into the charm of this town anyway, probably. He’s just an added bonus.

Zeffirelli takes the cup of coffee out of your hand and tosses it into the trashcan before you enter the towering, gray stone building that is your school.

“I’ll see you at lunch?” he asks, walking backward down the opposite hall that you’re traveling. “My mom packed cookies.”

A laugh bubbles from your throat and you can tell you’re grinning like a fool. You genuinely don’t know if he’s joking or not, but you don’t doubt the truth of his words. “I can’t even make fun of you because your mom’s cookies are so good.”

“That’s the sweet spot.” His arms are outstretched wildly as he turns back to go to his class. “I’ll see you later, amor. Don’t have too much fun in math without me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Zef.” There’s still a grin on your face when you walk into class, and you take your seat next to your’s and Zeffirelli’s friend, Mitch Mitch.

Mitch is radically passionate like Zeffirelli, but, as obvious by his presence in a math class, he’s less utterly devoted to the revolution. Which is to say that he’s still deeply invested.

“Did l'auteur make you late again?” Mitch reaches over you and slides today’s work to you. “I swear, you need to stop waiting for him in the mornings.”

“He did indeed.” You lean back in your chair and try to listen to the lecture, and you think you retain about half of the information.

The teacher at the front of the room drones on for half an hour about something you don’t understand, not that you care enough to pay attention. Despite the nature of his ideas, Zefrilli is correct about the fact that math isn’t your thing, nor is it going to help you at all. Especially not when you don’t have a clue what’s going on. Based on the look on Mitch’s face, he understands even less than you do, which is comforting and terrifying at the same time.

“Why did you convince me to take this class?” Mitch groans, flopping onto the desk and banging his head on the wood. “I’m too pretty for math.”

“I don’t think that has anything to do with it.” You pat him on the shoulder consolingly and gather your things together.

“Peut être pas, but it makes me feel better about myself.” You walk side-by-side to the next class. You have film studies with Zefirelli and Mitch has some economic class.

Zefirelli is waiting by the door for you, and, when he sees you, he pushes himself off the frame and asks, “How was the waste of time?”

“It was a waste of time,” Mitch confirms, bumping shoulders with Zefirelli, who looks at you for confirmation, which you readily give.

“Let’s do something worthwhile then, mon chéri.” Zefirelli holds out his arm for you, and you take it easily. “To the magical world of film we go.”

“Onwards we go.”

Lunch doesn’t come soon enough, but, slowly, it comes. Mitch, Zefirelli, and you usually eat together, but today Mitch is going to the cafe down the street with a girl in your class named Layla. She’s sweet, and you hope she’s enough for Mitch.

You and Zefirelli find your normal spot in the corner of a courtyard hidden away in the twisted cobblestone streets. It’s nothing special, just a park bench pretty much, but you wouldn’t eat anywhere else. Not when Zefirelli is sitting close to you.

“What are you writing about?” he asks, leaning over your shoulder to try and read the words in your journal.

“How much I hate math,” you deflect, shutting the small spiral and stuffing it into your backpack.

“That’s not what looks like when you write about something as trivial as math. I’ve seen your math face, and it is much more détestable.”

“You’re telling me that you don’t write enthusiastically about math?” you joke, hoping to deflect the attention.

“Only about my manifesto.”

“Yeah, well you have your manifesto, and I have my movie.” It slips out easily like things usually do around him. You’re so used to telling him everything, so it comes as no school that you’re unable to keep this from him.

The thing is, he isn’t supposed to know about the movie you’re writing. Not because he wouldn't support it, which you’re sure he would, but because there’s no doubt in your mind that he wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. You try to backtrack. “I mean, I have the movie that I’m studying for class-“

“-You’re writing a movie?” he interrupts, his hand frozen where it’s reaching for his food. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m not writing a movie,” you attempt. “It was a slip of the tongue. Fourchement de langue.”

“No it wasn’t,” he denies easily. “You’re writing a movie.” This time he doesn’t ask, but he does return to his previous action, splitting the pink-colored cookie in half. He offers one half to you and you take it. You decide not to respond and focus on the cookie instead.

“So, what is this secretive movie about? Hopefully something dashingly bohemian and revolutionary.” You know he’s tuning down his excitement for you, which is nice. At least he’s trying. Hopefully, he knows that you would never keep something like this from him if you weren’t embarrassed.

“Those are your interests, not mine,” you sigh, despite the deception behind your words. Truly, you do care about those things, maybe only because he cares so much about them.

“Yeah? Then why do you work with me on my manifesto so much?” he prods, a grin on his face. Everything about him screams “got you” and you have no choice but to accept his meaning.

“Maybe I like being around you, connasse.”

“That could not possibly be it,” he dismisses easily. His cookie gets placed on the floor beside him and he leans into you, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. “You’re much too talented to be hanging around me all the time.”

“You can’t be serious,” you chastise, your hand running through his hair. “Zef, you’re the most talented person I know. Not only are you some sort of chess wizard, but you also have such a passion for life that I don’t see anyone else. I’m lucky to be around you as much as I am, honestly.”

“You’re just saying that,” he sighs, but there’s a blush rising to his cheeks that fits him so beautifully.

“We’re poets, Zefirell, we only say things that we mean.” He leans heavier into your side and you relax against him, taking his weight happily. The rest of the world passes by, and time passes by, but you don’t care. This is where you want to be, by his side.

You would lift the sky for him, but right now all he needs is a shoulder to lean on. It’s something you’re ready and willing to give.

“You know,” Zefirelli starts, “there are stories about people like us. You know, people that want to change the world. Usually, they have someone by their side, a second-in-command. Napoleon had Josephine, Pierre Curry had Marrie, Sintra had Garder.”

“I think it be more reasonable to say that Marrie had Pierre, given that she was the one who did most of the research. And you’re forgetting that Sinatra and Gardner broke up after 12 years.”

“But she was the only woman he ever loved. Come on, amore, you know that. Anyway, what I was trying to say-” he looks up at you, smiling softly- “before I was so rudely interrupted, is that most people have someone beside them when they start their journey sur le chemin de la révolution. The road to revolution can be lonely.”

“Everything must start in love,” you agree. “Nothing comes out of nothing.”

“Précisément. Would- would you like to be my second-in-command? We have a long way ahead of us, and I think it would be easier if we stuck together.”

“How am I supposed to say no to that?” you breathe, laying your head on top of his and reaching for his hand. “Promise you won’t leave me for someone more antagonistic?”

“You’re enough of an antagonist for me,” he responds in an overly-sweet voice. “Not sure I could handle much more.”

“Good. I prefer you waking me up in the middle of the night rather than anyone else.” You also prefer his head on your shoulder, his hand in your hand, and his figure in your bed, but those are things you keep to yourself for now.

You’ve already got enough of a win for today.

A banging on your door is an unfortunately common event to wake you up. Without checking, you know who’s on the other side of the door. That messy black hair and those piercing eyes are waiting impatiently for you to make your way across your cramped apartment, you’re positive of it.

The floor is cold underneath your socked feet as you make your way over the piles of books, papers, and clothes strewn everywhere across your room. While the trek is short, to your sleep-addled brain it feels like it lasts forever, with you in a dreamlike state of confusion and agitation. You can hear the sound of rain pounding against your apartment roof, a steady rhythm in time with your slow breathing.

With a deep breath, you open your door and you’re met with the familiar, tall form of Zeffirelli. “I have an idea for the revolution,” he says, out of breath, soaked from the rain. “And I need your cinematic expertise.”

“So that’s why you’re at my apartment at three in the morning?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Yes. And it’s only two,” he says as he brushes past you and goes straight to your tiny kitchen. Absentmindedly, he rifles through your counters and grabs the first food he finds; some untrustworthy brown biscuits. You don’t take any when he offers. “I needed to talk to you. Son affaire sérieuse.”

“Right, I’m sure it is. Tell me, what exactly do you need my help with? I’m not sure I can be of much help.” You shuffle into the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove, accepting the fact that you’re probably not going to get any sleep tonight.

“Absurdité. Who else is going to shut down my best ideas ruthlessly?”

“I would do that in daylight too,” you accuse. He fits beside you at your counter and reaches across you for the sugar bowl, taking a sugar cube and putting it in your cup. Two more are added to the cup that he’s claimed as his own from your array of delicately painted teacups.

“But you admit to having shut down good ideas?” A twinkle in his eyes tells you to give up now and accept your defeat.

“Sure.” It’s worth it to see the victory smile break across his face, his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth. “I am obviously the bane of your existence. Je suis ta couverture mouillée.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.” His consolidation is quick and filled with a teasing lightness that you’ve long since accepted as his trademark. A lot of people would look past him for it, and call it arrogance, but you know it comes from a loving place.

“Don’t make me send you to Mitch Mitch’s apartment instead,” you warn, waving a spoon in his direction. “I would do it in a heartbeat.” It’s not true, you would much rather he be here with you, instead of at Mitch’s. Despite the entertainment that comes with Zefirelli and Mitch’s back and forth, you’re feeling selfish tonight.

“Empty threats.” he tisks. The kettle whistles from its spot on the stove and you both reach for it at the same time, your fingers brushing against his. It’s terrifyingly electric, but you push past the feeling. Zefirelli withdraws his hand hesitantly and you busy yourself with pouring the tea.

He’s come over in the middle of the night enough for you to know how he takes his tea by heart. Two heaping spoonfuls of sugar, no more, no less. He claims that you make it better than he does, which you choke up to him being unable to boil water without making a mess.

Clearing your throat, you ask, “So, what’s this big idea? Care to fill me in on why I’m awake at this time of the night.”

“What’s your movie about?” he fires back immediately, settling into your beaten blue couch.

“Did you come here to pester me about my future?” you ask, eyes narrowed. “Because I will kick you to the curb.”

“No, no,” he laughs, “you wouldn’t do that to me. You have no resistance to my pretty face.”

“Ah, yes, you’ve figured out my one weakness. It seems as though you’ll be taking advantage of it forever.”

“Of course, ensoleillement. What would I do if I didn’t have you to manipulate?” He sits across from you on the couch and grabs one of the blankets you have thrown around. It goes over his shoulders and he huddles into its warmth.

“So what did you come here to talk about?” you ask, taking a sip from your tea and placing it on the side table.

“Oh, right!” His eyes light up as he sits up straighter, splashing tea all over himself. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to care very much. “I thought that I would have my mother’s friend, some writer, is coming into town soon. I was thinking that I should ask her to help me. At the least, she can write about us, no? What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea. What does she write for?”

“The French Dispatch. You know, the one with all the stories they put out once a month or so. I hear that she’s looking for something out here in our petite ville.”

The conversation shifts and he talks about his big ideas and how he’s going to get them done. You could listen to him talk for hours, and, by the time he’s finished, you have, not that you have anything better to do. Not even dreams of him are this real. You could never make up in your mind the way his eyes sparkle and his hands flutter with excitement, or the way his hair falls in front of his face when he’s moving too fast.

Eventually, sleep takes him over, comically mid-sentence. He’s propped up against the side of the couch in a very uncomfortable looking way, but he doesn’t seem to mind. You’ve known him to fall asleep in worse situations,

When his breathing stills and his eyes close, you allow yourself to look at him as he is without fluttering hands and excited eyes. He’s calm and motionless, except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Everything about him is usually coiled for action, an easy tension running through his hands and his eyes, but now, now he’s undistributed and serene, laying with his hair splayed like a dark halo around his head.

Before you close your eyes, you tuck yourself close to him, fitting against his warmth like you’ve done so many times in the past, just like this, on deep-silence-ridden nights.

“You’re my movie,” you whisper into the dark, towards his sleeping figure. “You’re the one I write about.”

But of course, he doesn’t hear.

“Medre,” Zeffirelli swears, hopping around and trying to get his shoes on. “I have a test today.”

“You should have thought of that before you came over that early,” you admonish, watching him with amusement. “Why you didn’t think you would oversleep, I have no clue.”

“We’re in this class together, ensoleillement. You’re going to burn with me,” he warns, rushing a hand through his hair carelessly. It sticks up widely in every direction, but you know better than to try to fix it. Nothing can convince his hair to do anything except chaos.

“Yeah, but it’s so much more fun not to think about that.” Begrudgingly, you start to get ready as well. The floors creak under your feet as you shuffle to your bedroom, where a clean outfit is nowhere to be found.

For a moment, you let yourself think of the wild-haired, cigarette-smoking, arrogant person in the room next to you. His infuriating charm and charismatic persuasion captured you years ago, and you haven’t been able to get out of his orbit since then.

You may be his sunshine, but he’s your gravity, keeping you centered but tipping you over and surprising you at times.

“Dépêchez-vous,” Zeffirelli calls, rapping his knuckles against the wall. “Hurry up.” You know he doesn’t really care about making it to class on time, despite the panic, but you also know that he understands you well enough to know that you want to make it on time.

The film class you have this morning is one of your favorites, and you try and avoid missing it as much as you can. While your film studies class is more focused on the aspects of film, this class advises it’s students on the writing and cinematography that you need to make something truly special.

To make something worthy of a manifesto.

“Mon chéri, we have to go,” Zefirelli warns one last time before giving up and aimlessly wondering around your room.

“Don’t touch that,” you sigh, not having to look at Zeffirelli to know that he’s touching something he shouldn’t be touching. When you do look over, you see him flipping through your journal.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” Zeffirelli defends, hiding something behind his back. You send a glare in his direction and lean back in the chair by your mirror. The wood creaks underneath you and you stretch out your back, satisfying pops cascading up your spine.

“You have some deep dark secrets written in here?” His tone is joking, and he waves the journal in the air, taunting you.

“Grocery lists and middle-of-the-night thoughts,” you dismiss. “If you want to know when I forgot to pay the electricity bill, look on the fifth page.” You hope with everything you have that he’s going to let it go, but you have no such luck. He’s nothing if not absurdly relentless.

“I know for a fact that you don’t write anything like that down, it’s not worth the time. You just forget things like the rest of us.”

“Peut être. Still, put it down.” He doesn’t. Instead, he keeps reading with a grin on his face that slowly falls as he makes his way through the rest of the book.

“Is this- is this written about me?” he asks, disbelief written on his face. “Is this your movie?”

“I asked you to stop reading,” you defend miserably, hiding your head in your hands. “I know it’s strange, and I know I shouldn’t be writing about you like that. You don’t want to be heroic or some great leader, above everyone else, but I cannot help it if that’s who you are. Please understand, I only wrote what I saw.”

“I’m your movie? I’m what you have been furiously scribbling away at, working on late at night?”

“You’re my everything,” you admit honestly, softly, “How could you not be the plot of my movie too?” Zeffirelli walks slowly towards you and drops the journal on the floor. “I’m sorry, Zeffirelli.”

“Why?” he asks breathlessly, standing in between your legs and settling his hands on your shoulders. “What have you to be sorry for? You have immortalized be forever with your words. How can I be anything but grateful. If- if I ever gave you the idea that I do not burn for you- that I do not turn towards you in every room like you are the sun and I am a flower, then I can do nothing but apologize profusely. There is more than one reason that you are my ensoleillement. You are grumpy and rude and you give me shit for everything I do, but you also light up my days and nights. You are warmth and home. You are everything.” Zeffirelli’s voice is breathless and rushed, his hands coming up to cup your face. They’re shaky and the calluses on his fingertips are rough against your cheekbones, but you lean into them anyway.

“Zef,” you whisper, like it’s the only word you know. Just as soft as his words, his lips come down to yours, hesitantly at first, but more sure as you don’t protest.

He truly is your everything. That’s the only thing running through your mind as he kisses you with everything he has.

“We’re going to be late to your favorite class,” he gasps in between frantic kisses. “Don’t be angry at me when you have extra homework.”

“I make no promises,” you laugh, pulling him back into you. “But I’ll try my best.” For him, you’ll do anything.

He’s your ensoleillement, your sunshine, just as you’re his.

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baby scarab || 29

anon - reader giving steven little pats? he deserves them 😌💕 doing late night legos with him? LETTING HIM HOLD ONE OF THE PLUSHIES WHILE THEY TAKE A NAP TOGETHER?? 😩😩😩

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anon - Hey!! By any chance do you think you could have the boys comforting reader with a stomach migrane(basically really bad stomach pain that nothing really helps it and often can throw up wether from pain or just nausea) I have one and its prob gonna last a few days lol T-T

Feel free to deny or ignore this, no pressure what do ever!! :D

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anon - Love your baby scarab series!! Idk if Y/N gets sick anymore bc of the spider bite but it would be fun to imagine the boys freaking out when Y/N has a fever and is delirious lol

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A/N : funky time

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave requests!! and dont worry if you dont see yours for a while, if i havent answered it, that means im working on it.

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sickness, mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything

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you and steven were cleaning up from dinner, you and the guys haven’t talked more about why you distanced yourself for a couple days.

and like everyone has said, they understood.

you were drying the dishes while steven washed them.

“so what’s in the bag?” marc asks you, and you turn to face him in the window.

“just something i picked up” you respond, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.

“it’s dumb so don’t worry about it” you say quickly and set a now dry plate down to reach over to the next one.

“i’m sure it’s not” marc starts. “but you don’t have to show us if you don’t want to” he finishes and you smile to yourself.

it’s quiet for about a minute until jake speaks up. “so are you dating ese niño?” he asks and you cringe.

“no- maybe- i don’t know” you stutter, and jake chuckles.

“but you want to”

you don’t say anything, while you angrily dry the dishes.

“stop making that face, he’s just being a dick” marc tells you and you chuckle.

“still a hypocrite” you respond, earning a scoff from marc.

~~~

after finishing the dishes, you and steven were on the couch watching your favorite show while he asked you what was happening every five seconds.

it amazed you how dumb he could be sometimes.

only with non boomer things though, he was really smart otherwise.

you all had been so engaged in just watching tv, that you didn’t even notice khonshu perched on the top of the couch also watching.

you suddenly felt light headed, and sat up completely compared to being leaned up against steven, him looking to you in worry.

“you alright?” he asks, marc and jake suddenly focusing on you too.

“yeah.. i just feel weird all of a sudden” you say, and you take a few deep breaths before getting the chills.

you shiver and steven sits up properly so that he could try and figure out what was wrong.

“my head feels weird” you mutter, steven getting up to get you some medicine.

“i’ll be right back” he tells you right before he leaves.

you just feel out of place right now, for some reason.

like your body is trying to decide wether you’re sick or not.

you feel kind of sick, but not sick at all at the same time, frankly it was confusing.

steven came back with medicine and a thermometer, while you just stared at him with squinted eyes.

“why’s it so bright in here?“ you ask him, your own voice sounding loud in your ears.

“it’s.. not?” he starts, handing you the thermometer.

“under your tongue” he reminds you and you stick it in your mouth, under your tongue like steven told you.

you both waited for a couple minutes before you got bored and yanked it out of your mouth, seeing your temperature to be 104.7.

“oh shit i’m dead” you go completely limp, falling onto steven.

“wait wait wait- what?” he asks confused, taking the thermometer from you and panicking once he saw it.

“holy mother of god, are you okay?” he feels your head, it being way hotter than usual.

“fuck” he mutters and you gasp dramatically, sitting back up.

“steven said a no no word” you look to marc and jake who were eyeing you weirdly.

“guys- did you hear it?” you ask both of them and they nod with small smiles.

“yeah.. we heard it” marc mumbles and you start laughing.

“what just happened? did she take drugs?” steven asks, looking at your eyes for any sign of drug use.

“no, we would’ve noticed sooner” jake says.

“maybe it’s the spider bite” khonshu pipes up, making everyone look to him.

“it would make sense that it would protect her from sickness” he starts. “but she would still feel tired” he elaborates and steven nods.

“that makes sense, yeah?” he asks jake and marc, who both shrug.

you were still sitting up, squinting at the ceiling. “do you think khonshu has ever pecked somebody’s eyes out?” you ask steven, turning to face him.

“like in the birds?” you clarify and he looks at khonshu who was nodding.

“no- no he hasn’t” he shakes his head.

khonshu bangs his stick on the ground out of anger while you reach your hand out for the medicine steven brought you.

he opens the bottle and puts two pills in your hand, and shoves a bottle of water into your lap.

you scoff and open the water, sticking the pills in your mouth and swallowing them.

“i feel like i got hit by a car again” you mutter, steven looking to you in a panic.

“wait- again?!” he asks, and you nod, lifting up your shirt do that you could show him where the bruises were- since they were already healed.

“i got hit righttttt, here” you point to your ribs and put your shirt back down, ignoring the look that marc was giving you.

“and when was this?” marc says in his interrogator voice.

“ay ay ay..” jake shakes his head.

“it was when i stopped the robbers” you tell him excitedly.

“they reversed their car and then i got hit. nobody got it on camera though” you sigh disappointedly.

“good thing they didn’t otherwise you guys would’ve found out” you sigh.

the three of them just stare at you like you’re crazy.

“okay- but how did you not get some kind of infection?” marc asks and you hum in thought.

“my guy in the chair” you answer, earning a groan from marc.

“and who is your guy in the chair?”

“casper”

“of fucking course it’s casper”

“hey- everybody just chill the ‘f’ out” steven starts. “she’s fine now, just clearly not right in the head at the moment”

“i’m never right in the head” you glare at the floor.

“yes you are” steven says quickly and you smile to yourself.

“it’s almost just like she was when she was sick last time, we can handle it” steven says.

“but this time we have to make sure that khonshu doesn’t tell her she’s going to lay eggs” marc scoffs.

“yeah, she woke up later that night crying because she was seriously convinced she was going to lay eggs” steven replies, marc nodding along.

“i’m not fucking stupid, i know i don’t lay eggs” you speak up, and steven gives you a look.

“watch your language” steven murmurs, but you still hear it.

you just smile innocently at him and take a breath.

“shh” you shush him, and he scoffs. “you’re so loud” you cover your ears.

“do you think her abilities are acting up?” steven asks marc and jake.

“probably” “si” they both answer at the same time.

“y/n, darling” steven starts. “how can i help you?” he says in a quiet voice, as to not hurt you further.

you still heard him perfectly even though your hands are covering your ears.

“do i still have pop tarts here?” you ask and steven nods.

“can you please get some?” you ask again an get another nod.

steven gets up to get you pop tarts while your hearing calms down, not expecting what was next.

you sniff and smell marshmallows as steven gets back.

“thank you- and do you happen to have marshmallows here?” you question and steven shakes his head.

“i can smell marshmallows” you clarify, and marc makes a face.

“what? but we don’t even have any marshmallows here” he tells you and you shake your head.

“i know but they’re coming from-“ you look to khonshu.

“i knew you ate them” you tell the tall bird, and he shrugs.

“no i didn’t” he denies it and you wave him off.

“dude you literally smell like them” you start. “and that’s a compliment because you usually smell like a corpse” you chuckle to yourself while marc laughs at the insult.

“shut it, tiny spector” he grits out at you and you just laugh harder.

“yo, i can smell sand too” you notice and you see all three of the guys giving you weird looks.

“you can actually smell sand?” marc asks and you nod.

“there’s probably still some under the worms bed” jake suggests and steven scoffs.

you sit there for a minute while your sense of smell goes back down to its new normal, wonders which sense would be heightened next.

you rip open your bag of pop tarts, almost sending them flying across the room.

“god damnit” you mutter, steven chuckling at you.

“i will hit you” you threaten, angrily eating the pop tart.

“ooh so scary” marc says from the mirror on the coffee table.

you glare at him and flip him off before rolling your eyes.

“what would you like for supper tonight?” steven changes the subject.

you think about it for a second while chewing on your pop tart.

“‘m not hungry” you say, while taking another bite of your snack.

“you are literally eating a pop tart right now” marc points out and you shake your head.

“but after that im not hungry” you say.

“well, dinner is in a few hours so what do you want” jake cuts in and you hum in thought again.

“i know what she wants” jake says with a small smirk.

you look at him curiously as marc gives him a warning look.

“she wants casper, isn’t it obvious?” he chuckles and you gasp dramatically.

“why are you like this?” you ask, and jake snickers at you.

“you’re too easy”

“am not”

“are too”

“no-“

“you both need to shut up” marc says, and you glare and jake, to which he glares right back.

you just huff and look away from everyone, closing your eyes while you chew on your pop tart.

“why do you think nobody adopted me?” you ask suddenly, surprising even yourself with the sudden question.

“i mean i was in foster homes almost all my life, so how come nobody wanted me?” you expand the question.

“maybe they knew that we’d want you” marc speaks up, surprising you.

“they were idiots, but we’re glad you didn’t get adopted. if that sounds right, you know what i mean” he explains further and you snort.

“i didn’t think i was that bad as a kid” you tell them.

“you’re still a kid” marc reminds you and you scoff.

“am not”

“are too”

“am not”

“are too-“

“shut up, knobhead” steven directs it at marc and you chuckle.

“yeah shut up” you add on.

“you too, y/n” steven adds even further and you make a face.

you lean back into the couch and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of one of them.

“are you cold?” steven asks and you nod, feeling him get up off the couch and shuffle stuff around in his closet.

you bring your head up when stevens back with one of his barely used sweaters in his arms.

“would you like to use this?” he asks and you nod, making grabby hands towards it.

steven chuckles and tosses it onto you, so that completely passed your hands and lands on your head.

you yank it off you and pat down your hair, it being a bit static-y.

steven comes and sits back down next to you, while you slide the sweater over your head.

once it was completely on, you leaned to the side so that your head was on stevens shoulder.

“is the medicine helping?” he asks you and you nod.

“that’s good” he says to himself. “are you tired?” another nod.

“get back to sleep, kid” marc speaks up, and you nod again tiredly, letting steven move you so that your laying your head in his lap.

marc and jake just observe as steven runs his fingers lightly through your hair, while you work on trying to fall asleep.

which happens pretty quick because of the medicine and the calming sensation of steven playing with your hair.

you were also very comfortable at the moment. stevens sweater was fairly large compared to your own, which was comforting since it felt like they were all just hugging you as you lay there.

“i’m glad she’s back” jake says almost right after you were asleep.

he could tell you were asleep by the way your breathing slowed and you unconsciously leaned deeper into steven, and also clutching his sweater in your hands.

“yeah, we are too” marc speaks for himself and steven.

~~~

steven didn’t mind letting you sleep on him for the hour that you did.

he found it calming after you’d been away for a while.

you eventually stirred awake, right around the time steven would make dinner.

although the three had switched a couple times to be closer to you, steven ended up being the one fronting when you woke up.

“feel better?” jake asks and you groggily nod as you sit up, now leaning against stevens arm.

he chuckles and taps your shoulder the best he can.

“you have to get up darling, i have to make supper” he tells you and you nod, sitting up completely and taking in a few deep breaths.

“i’ve decided that i’ll just make your favorite for you. as a ‘welcome back’” you both chuckle at his statement.

“if you want, you can set the table when you wake up completely” he tells you and you nod, and stretch as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.

~~~

you did end up setting the table, after you completely woke up of course.

you were both eating dinner now, just chatting about whatever.

“so who kissed first, you or casper?” steven asks calmly and you almost choke on your food.

“i’m not answering that” you say, taking a sip of your juice that steven had for you in his fridge.

“aw come on” he teases. “it’s cute”

“no it’s not” you cough, trying to get him to drop it.

“okay fine” he says and you let out a sigh of relief.

“thank god” you hear marc groan, making you chuckle.

“why do you even want to know so bad?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

“because he’s a lip virgin, so he’s curious about what it’s like” marc answers for him and steven gives him an offended look.

“hey- i’m not.. i’m not a lip virgin” he cringes while you try your best to ignore both of them.

“yes you are”

steven stays quiet after that, deciding not to fuel the fire.

you’re surprised you hadn’t lost your appetite.

~~~

the night went by fast, you and steven cleaned up and now you were on the verge of passing out again, this time scrolling on tik tok while laying with steven in the bed.

“if you’re tired, you should turn that off” he advises and you reluctantly do as he said, tossing the phone to the ceiling and sticking it there with webs.

“don’t worry, it won’t fall” you say tiredly, while steven eyes it wearily.

“if you say so” he mutters, bringing you closer to him.

you wrap an arm around stevens chest, while your head rested in between his chin and his collarbone, and it was still comfortable for both of you.

“goodnight, kid” marc says and you just hum, already almost asleep again.

the three guys just engage in quiet conversation as well, until they all got tired too.

it was almost 11 when you fell asleep, and almost 12 when they did.

and you all stayed asleep, right?

~~~

wrong.

you woke up at two in the morning because you were bored.

well, that and your stomach hurt really bad. like someone was stabbing you.

you looked at web md on stevens phone and diagnosed yourself with stomach cramps.

so you carefully peeled yourself off steven to go get your bag that was discarded on the floor.

you reached into it and grabbed the legos you bought, the original purpose being a peace offering.

but now you were bored and awake so why not just build it on the coffee table.

and it would’ve all gone according to plan if steven hadn’t woken up.

“what on gods green earth are you doing?” he asks quietly, yet you still jump.

you stare at him for a second. “legos” is what you answer with and steven sits next you on the floor.

you were in a special position on the floor, for it made the nausea go away.

he picks up the box, and squints at the words to read it correctly.

“death star, huh?” he asks and you nod.

“3,803 pieces” you smile at him while he smiles back and gets up to get his glasses.

you know, because he’s a senior citizen.

he sits back down next to you, and you slide over the instructions, which were already about a third of the way done, so that he could see them.

“how’d you get this done so fast- how long have you been up?” he asks concerned.

you sheepishly smile at him and click more pieces into place.

“like a half hour” you say and he gives you a look from over the edge of his glasses.

“you need sleep” he tells you.

“so do you, grandpa” you deadpan and he smacks you in the arm lightly.

“what happened to you calling us ‘dad’?” he asks and you stop building the legos for a moment.

you don’t answer and just keep building them.

“don’t be embarrassed” steven continues and you sigh.

“i just.. i do see you guys as.. as my dads but it just- i’m not ready yet” you explain the best you can.

“that’s alright” steven assures you and you smile.

“you said ‘yet’, so that’s all that matters” he chuckles and you so the same.

steven debated on asking you a certain question, but decided against it to give you more time.

you guys built a lego death star until a bit past three in the morning.

you went back to bed after you were done, and slept in of course, but you couldn’t have been happier.

your weird sickness came and went as it pleased, certain abilities dialing up to more than eleven at certain moments.

but it was fine, because you had steven, jake, and marc.

and sometimes khonshu.

your dads and your angry grandpa.

your family.

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mukamibabe · 2 years

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What do u think karlheinz 3 wives or just cordelia would react to karl falling inlove with a guy?

Srry fot another request, im just rlly down bad for him

uhhh . ok. am i officially back? not uhh,, not really but all i know is: i can answer this one. whether i answer more, i have no idea- my amount of free time has run thin but i do know that i could do this pretty quickly. therefore! here you go!

no warnings other than.. the diamoms are.. the diamoms. they're not angels,, and uh cordelia is especially awful. that being said, tread carefully? i still never know how to warn about any works regarding this series bc.. it’s dark?? lol dl is it’s own warning.

cordelia is in complete denial. i mean, she can hardly believe karl loves anyone but her, and i highly doubt she took the news lightly. i also imagine her having a slight suspicion, because lets just say karl isn't exactly shy when it comes to spending time with his newfound love. sure, it might not be like.. extreme pda, but .. cordelia knows. she claims she does, at least. she thinks she knows this man to his very core, as he knows her. also, there's just.. something about the look in karl's eyes that makes her feel a sort of betrayal.

she keeps this info to herself for a while, but if anyone were to look closely, it won't be hard to realize that cordelia's being especially clingy as of late. it already hurts her pride enough, knowing that karlheinz has two other wives. but, for her beloved karl to be interested in a guy?? it's not something she could have even imagined, and it irks her more than anything. especially if karl's interested in a very .. 'plain' looking person. which is kind of hard anyways because cordelia has ridiculously high standards. will that stop her from trying to seduce them, though? definitely not.

cordelia will .. 99% at least attempt to sway the heart of both karlheinz (as per usual) and karl's love interest. and, if the seduction thing doesn't work on him? she'll make sure everyone in this messy situation is miserable. if she can't be happy with karl, no one else can be.

beatrix is shocked, but you will hear and see none of it. stone faced as always, no matter how she finds out of the news, she won't respond in anyways. deep down, i genuinely think she would be unbothered. in fact, she almost admires both karlheinz and his lover- it's a bold move. especially when there's so much... baggage involved. and by that, i mean : cordelia, christa + karl's millions of kids.

she's not supportive, nor is she against it. beatrix has always been one to stick to herself, and i highly doubt her and karl's new love interest will interact often, or at all, period, but truthfully, she wishes his new lover luck. she won't get in their way, but she knows there are others who will.

also i still.. i still feel that energy from her. who's to say she doesn't have a secret lady lover??? hm??

christa's heartbroken, but she would be no matter who karlheinz got with. she's .. going through a lot. like, a ton. it was hard for her to accept the fact that he had previous wives, but, with karl’s reassurance that she’s his true love, everything is okay. christa trusts karlheinz, at least, on some days, so .. there’s no way he could love anyone but her. i imagine christa being the last to find out, for some reason. i mean, i guess it makes sense because she’s kind of isolated and like.. locked away most of the time but.. idk. there’s also a part of her that literally will not process it. ..it makes her mental state in an entirely worse state than it was already, for multiple reasons. first, karl lied to her. did he? she is the one he loves the most, so why..?? ?why is she hearing all this stuff about him having a new lover?? with a guy, at that, too.. she’s in denial for the longest time but it’s also because she genuinely doesn’t believe it. hell, she doesn’t even know if she’s just hearing lies or not- even if she saw physical proof, i feel like she’d think she was hallucinating or something.

once she’s past all of that, she shuts herself off. she’s completely heartbroken. empty. there was a part of her deep down that felt like karl never truly loved her, but at least she knew she was the favorite wife - again, as per karl’s reassurance.

honestly, if she were in a better mental state, i can see her genuinely worried for this guy. she loves karl, or at least harbors some sort of true feeling towards him, and her pity for his new lover isn’t out of hatred, it’s an actual concern. as much as she loves her husband, christa is very well aware that he’s never up to any good, and there is a part of her, deep down, that would feel bad for his new partner.

#queued post #this is awkward ok . i know. i disappeared. again.#and: again. it's hard for me to .. keep everyone updated socially. i know;; im sorry #this . i guess was written purely on a whim?#idk. i just felt like it wasn't going to be too challenging and i could whip it up really fast lol #idk ok i wrote this impulsively ig #umm in the meantime: im not too into dl . does that surprise you? bc it shouldn #-'t my interests are always changing. give me a month and i'll find another interest too lmao #right now i guess it's obey me?? but i just found this dating sim game??? idk what it is exactly but it's called blooming panic #if you know about it.. HJhjdfhs is my response. im;; ;im love toaster;;; ; 😳 DJFKSJHHDSF #karlheinz sakamaki #karlheinz #cordelia sakamaki #christa sakamaki #beatrix sakamaki #god writing this.. and having the self control to not mention my oc?? how epic of me #i can't help it jdkhgf i hear diamoms and i send my girl out like a hound DKJSFKDH #skjdfjksdfh im sorry im done #idk when i'll be back but as always i appreciate your guys's patience. idk why *talking* has to be my biggest challenge but .. the world kne #w i'd be too powerful JFDHFJSDH im jk #Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #male!reader

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fungusfairgrounds · 2 months

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People are doing a screenshot of an ask box thing on twitter from tumblr for their oc x canon im just gonna do it here+skipping some i dont wanna answer. Sorry if this ends up in a tag cause i say their name or w/e idc.... enjoy the fruits🍑🍐🌺🌟🌷🌻🌷🌻🌷

Grushangel answers in blue Hydieon in pink

1. Who makes the other blush all the time and who finds it adorable

I think they both make each other blush and they both think its cute lol...but Angel has an easier time flustering Grusha.

Hydie isn't quick to fluster, so Leon probably blushes more in that sense. They're both happy blushers though and both think its cute

2. Who sings in the shower

Angel hums sometimes, I don't think Grusha sings in the shower

Both probably, really loudly

4. Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names

Angel and grusha are always calling each other pet names its not that embarrassing to them. It is probably embarrassing to their little siblings if they're there, though...#cringe. They don't really kiss in super public places, so if one kisses the other at the store or somethin it might make them a lil shy. I can see it either way

Hydieon dont caare they're PDA kings lol

5. Who curses, and who reprepends the other for it

They all curse and are responsible about who they curse in front of. Hydie might sometimes forget but hes not scolded for it. Weird ass question

6. What small quirks do they love about each other

I want to answer this one but I can't think rn I'll come back to it maybe ✌❤

7. Who makes the other laugh more

Angel and Grusha both make each other laugh a lot, its one of the initial reasons they're so fond of each other [:

Hydie probably makes Leon laugh more but Leon is always so giggly with Hydie to me so. Lala

8. Who gets jealous easier

Grusha definitely I think... not like super jealous per say but more so he just sometimes wants to hang out with Angel alone since its a rarity so when others get to hes just gr..

For Hydieon I donnt know I dont think theyre particularly jealous people. Maybe envious of some things but idk

9. How did they know they were right for each other

I got no clue how to answer this one but I do want to say I dont think there was an all knowing moment I think they are just happy together and make life joyful for the other and inspire the other to be better and grow and thats enough

10. Who brings up the subject of kids first

I think Angel always wanted a baby, but didn't know how Grusha felt so he never brought it up + they're already raising their little siblings so it felt like a tricky subject. So, he's pretty happily surprised when Grusha actually does bring up that he wants to be a dad. Also important to me cause shows a lot of healing in Grusha too...

I feel like they both kinda bring it up but in different ways ? Hydie is more subtle and points out lots of baby things in stores or mentions the families around them etc etc Leon eventually is the one to actually ask about it

11. Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable

I dont like how this question is worded i dont think any of them are adorable per say

I think if anything Angel can be a little silly tired, but he's usually just groggy and zones out a lot. Grusha seems like he would be either cranky or really sad when he's tired.

Hydie might either be a tad snappy or very spacey depending. Leon i think doesn't change much I think he is good at hiding when he is very tired minus the several yawns.

12. Who's more protective

Grusha lala... i think he gets overly worried at times. Angel cares too but I think Grusha's experiences made him prone to really worry about the safety of those he cares about.

Both Leon and Hydie are super protective of the other haha... I think they are both willing to sacrifice themselves for the other

13. How do they express their feelings

Angel and Grusha both like to make the other laugh to express their love... they tease each other a lot too. Whenever they get time for just the two of them they enjoy every moment, and even if family is there they still do little things to feel closer. They are almost always holding the others hand when they're out and about on errands lala.

At home they show care and love a lot too by taking care of each other the best they can. Grusha often has one of his pokemon go with angel when he goes off to work on art to make sure he stays safe. Angel makes sure Grusha eats well and always has a dish he likes at meals. When Grusha moves in, Angel invests in a lot of small things to make Grusha's life easier since he's disabled.

They get each other promise rings too when Grusha moves in...i dont wanna write it all out rn but felt like an important bit about how they express love.

Hydie and Leon just love to have fun together, making the other smile just makes them feel very loved I think. I wrote more but tumblr deleted it when I saved the draft and I don't want to rewrite it #sorry

14. Where would they go on a 3 am adventure

Angel and Grusha live on glaseado mountain and its always snowing so I think a 3 am adventure might be dangerous for them. If anything they might go to the convenience store, they don't want to leave home too long since their lil brothers also live there and might need them.

Hydie and Leon might go just about anywhere lmao. They might be out camping, or walking in the empty streets and looking at the stars. Maybe at the park on the swings and just laughing and playing. I think its nice for Leon to be out like that and not worry about being flooded by people...even if the two are sleepy the next day its worth it.

17. Who picks flowers for the other

Grusha would pick flowers for Angel I think if they are out and about... in general Grusha does like to buy Angel flowers a lot too.

Both ! Leon really likes getting Hydie bouquets while Hydie likes to bring home picked flowers for Leon+ cuttings from the garden for them both to enjoy

18. Which one wears the "im with stupid" shirt

Angel

Neither

19. Whos the better dancer

Angel isn't a good dancer I dont think but he probably wins by default cause Grusha only has one real leg

I think Hydieon dances silly but they do love to dance together. They dance in the kitchen a lot or in the garden, lil moments of joy

20. Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes

I think this question only fits Hydieon lmao anyways the answer is both, they love to listen to each other talk and take turns sharing their fixations

#formatting this on mobile Stank #Hydie time #Angel time

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