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viktheviking1 · 7 months

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"Husky!!!!!!" Angel shouted as he stormed into the lobby of the hotel.

Spitting his drink in surprise, Husk wiped his mouth and turned around to see an angry spider marching towards him, a little piglet trotting just behind. Husk had been guzzling down more alcohol, sitting on a couch as he read a newspaper, a part of his routine in life that he had kept doing now that he was in hell, but the quiet was broken and his paper was drenched.

"The f**k do you want? I swear, I can't do anything in peace with you around." He grumbled back as he put the sopping wet mess on the coffee table.

Angel ignored the jab and shoved something colorful in the cat's face, "The f**k is this?"

It took a moment to register in Husk's brain what Angel was holding, ". . . It's a pan pride flag?"

"So, you do know what it is! I was half-hoping maybe you were just so old timey that you had it not knowing what it meant." Angel said in a strangely accusatory tone.

"Wait, did you get this from my room? What the hell were you doing in there?" Husk snatched the flag from his hands.

"Don't change the subject! Are you pansexual or aintcha?" Angel crossed one set of arms, and placed one hand on his hip as he dramatically pointed at him with the other.

Husk blushed a little; his sexuality wasn't exactly something he went around shouting to the world. He hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and he wasn't planning on entering one any time soon, so it really was no one's business. Honestly, he forgot he even had the flag. It was just something marked down in July, after pride month had passed, and he grabbed it as just a little something for himself. He was the only one he planned to let see it, just as a reminder that he was okay to be whoever he was and like whomever he wanted; something he was never allowed in life.

" . . . I don't gotta answer that. What's it to ya anyway? I didn't exactly take you to be a 'super straight'?" He mumbled as he used air quotes.

"That's exactly the problem!!!" Angel slumped over exasperated.

Husk didn't really get it, but he was absolutely done with whatever it was, so he stood up and jabbed a finger at the spider, "Look, I don't know what the f**k you're freaking out about Legs, it's got nothin' to do with you!"

Angel shifted his weight where he stood, "Well, you're right but I still wanna know!"

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" Husk stood up, glaring.

"I-I'm just curious is all. . ." Angel blushed a bit.

"Yeah, well, you can shove your curiosity up your *ss." He pushed.

"Why, you don't trust me or somethin?" Angel stood his ground.

"No, why the f**k would I?!" Husk raised his voice.

"Hey, what is your problem?!" Angel raised his back.

"I don't need to be judged by a drug addict pole dancer." He shoved.

"Oh wow, real mature. I'll have you know that pole dancing is an under-appreciated art." Angel defended.

"Well, I'm sure it's very appreciated by those freaks out there who drool all over you." He rolled his eyes.

"All this over a little flag and a simple yes or no question. Acting out like a scared little boy." Angel leaned down to glare at back at him.

Husk expected Angel to be happy. He expected a smug look on his face and maybe a 'see was that so hard?'. And Angel was happy for a moment, but then he looked sad. Then his face soured, and suddenly he was angry again all over again.

"Fine! I'm pan! I'm pansexual! I hate the stupid gender binary and I like people based on their personality. Ya happy now?!" He shouted.

"YOU MEAN I HAD A CHANCE THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!" Angel looked actually furious now.

". . . The f**k. . .?" Husk was very, very confused.

Angel took a few steps towards him and he took a couple steps back, "You mean to tell me that I've been throwing myself at you, half-jokingly, for so long . . ."

"Half-?" Husk started.

"I've teased you, I've pranked you, and strutted around you like a fool . . ." Angel pushed him down onto the couch, and blocked him in with all his arms, "And you weren't f**king straight?!?!"

". . . Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but-" Husk started.

"And you've just stared at me, like unflinching! So I figured, 'aw well, guess he's straight, may as well flirt with him, and see if I can't make him uncomfortable'. I've straight up told you how I pride myself on having great f**king gaydar! But then I get it wrong with you of all people?!" Angel turned around, covering his face with his top arms, "Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?!"

Angel was still covering his face, honestly unsure of what he had said in all of his rambling. He just wanted to crawl into his bed and die. Gentle hands curled around his wrists, and he didn't resist as they pulled his hands from his face.

Husk sat with his jaw agape for a moment, processing. He sighed, grabbing one of Angel's lower arms,"Sit your tall *ss down." and pulled him onto the couch, turning in his seat to face him.

" . . . Angel, would you open your eyes please?" Husk's voice was a quiet, sarcastic, but soothing tone.

"No, I feel humiliated enough. I don't need you to mock me right now." Angel said, covering his face again.

Husk chuckled and moved Angel's hands away again, "I'm not going to mock you, Legs."

"You're not going to wear your dumb, smug face, and tell me how you, a person who is attracted to people based on personality, could never like me, a self-absorbed idiot?" Angel rambled.

Husk snickered, "No, never that. Come on, Legs. Please?"

Angel slowly opened his eyes to see a warmest smile from Hell's grumpiest cat, "See? There you are."

Angel blushed and looked away, but Husk turned his chin back to him, "You think you can say all that and not face the consequences."

"C-consequences?" Angel stammered, blushing harder.

Husk blushed, "I mean, we have drinks together all the time, so I guess that's kind of stupid, but uh-"

Husk leaned back and sighed, scratching the back of his head, "Listen, I haven't - . . . I mean I don't- . . . Well, you know how- . . ." He sighed again, "I'm not very good at telling people how I feel, but uh. . . If you wanted to ever . . . We could have a drink sometime . . .?"

He was suddenly clobbered by a massive spider and fell backwards, "Yes! Yes, of course! That sounds great!"

They both laughed there for a moment, Angel on top of him, "What a f**kin' dumb*ss way to figure out we were crushin' on each other, huh?"

Husk chuckled at that, "I feel like it's mostly my fault. You were flirting with me constantly."

"Wellllll, I will admit I do flirt with lots of men. I guess," Angel sighed into his fur, "I just really meant it with you."

Again, they giggled together like little middle school lovers; giddy and drunk on reciprocated feelings, high on finally being understood.

Husk smiled as his face flushed, "Aren't we a pair?"

Angel started to get up when he realized that he was currently on top of a man who just asked him out.

He grinned a mischievous grin, "You know~" he held himself up with his lower hands adjusted his hair and loosened Husk's tie with the others, "We could-"

"Absolutely not." Husk said flatly.

Angel sat up, letting Husk do the same, but still pouted, "But why not? We like each other and . . ." He leaned in, resting his hands on Husk's legs, "I'm sure you're dying to know what you've been missing out on."

Husk was still just staring blankly, but now Angel started noticing things he hadn't noticed before, because he was so sure it was impossible. The slight flush of his cheeks, the dry swallow of his throat, the sweatiness of his palms as he gently pushed Angel away from him.

"I may be pan, but I'm still old fashioned." Husk stood up, picking up his wet newspaper to throw away, "Another time, babe."

Angel watched him leave, and it wasn't until he was sure he was fully out of range that he whispered to nugs, "Did he just say, another time? Did he just call me 'babe'?!"

Nifty would had run over and scolded him for it, but she was still kneeling behind the couch with her broom and dustpan frozen in place as she had been the entire time, accidentally stuck there eavesdropping.

Husk, once he was sure he was out of ear shot, grumbled to himself, "Babe. Babe?! Could I have said anything more lame?" He kicked over a trash bin.

Thanks for reading some HuskerDust. Sorry, it was self-edited / self-betad. If it's bad, you can blame that, or that I'm not used to writing these characters, or that I'm publishing it from my phone, or that the stars weren't aligned or whatever. Thanks for always supporting me and my writing!

". . .The f**k was that?"

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ab--n · 5 months

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Chapter 1: Shifting and Moping for Lost Hope part 1

After having less than the recommended number of hours of sleep, I went to tell DK my conversation with Chocomonio. Him obviously being concerned.

“So what you’re saying is that this ‘Chocomonio’ person told you that two rooms have vents that connect to each other. I supposed that makes sense. Dero and Celeernyx did mention a way of transportation…”

“Okay I’m getting tired DK, Who are these people?”

“Verin, calm down. They're also Participants.”

“Ugh, Yeah sorry. I just feel like absolute trash.”

So one day until the poison kicks in and kills everybody but us four…. Wait.. didn’t Monodoo say that two rooms will be unaffected?

“DK… are you aware of how many rooms there are?”

“At least four.”

“Two rooms will be spared of poison.”

“And we were put in groups of four… 16 in total”

As silence falls between me and DK. we’ve come to a horrible realization.

What if Monodoo makes us continue killing each other?

“HEY!!! Archie found something. Looks like a key! Come here, Dolly and Archie will be waiting!!” Dolly yelled, thank god she was here. Morale would have dropped much quicker if she wasn't.

“We’re coming!!... Come on DK”

“... I’ll be following.”

Without DK I ran to where Archie and Dolly were. As I looked over them I saw a red key. It looks off though, Like it was taken straight out of a children's book.

“I found it near the monitor, It appeared overnight.”

“Dolly can see that. It wasn't here yesterday.”

Maybe Monodoo put it there? But how can he get in here? I have too many questions and no answers.

“Let's use the key already! Dolly wants out of here!”

“Dolly, please wait! For all we know it could be a trap!” Archie pleaded.

“Well we don't know if we dont try!!”

“Fine… let's go to the door first.”

Archie,Dolly and Me went to the door locking us here. It really doesn't make sense, I mean a key looking like it was stolen from a cartoon can open an attack proof metal door?-

*CREAK*

“….What?! How did it open?” I yelled.

“Look, Verin I don’t know either! The key looked really fake so I thought it was a trap!” Archie tried to explain

“Yay, The door opened! Wait for Dolly, Dolly will get Sir Dragon Knight!”

.....

So… we are out?

.....

“DOTTY, I SWEAR TO NOVA, OR VOID OR WHOEVER, JUST STOP BOTHERING BLOSSOM DEE!!”

I turned my head as I saw 12? Maybe 10 more people come out of metal doors like ours, they must be the other participants.

“Okay! Dolly is back with DK! Hmm? Who are they?”

Suddenly DK pops out behind her.

“Those are the other participants Dolly, now if you will excuse me, I need to talk to somebody.”

"DK... Are you ok?" I questioned

"Yes, Now please leave me alone..."

I don’t know for sure… but DK is acting weird, I should leave him alone for now though. Maybe one of those guys that he mentioned wanted to talk?

Can I talk to Chocomoinio? I can see what it looks like now.

“Dolly, Archie. I also got places to be- Dolly, where’s Archie?”

“Archie went to Fylass, Dolly also wants to talk to someone soooo… Buh bye Verin!!”

And Dolly ran off, I wonder who does she want to talk to. But now’s not the time, I got to find Chocomonio!

As I traversed through the small crowd, then I heard a shout..

“Yo Veri! Where are you?” A familiar voice

“Choco? Is that you?”

“Yep, and I’m right behind ya!”

Excited, I turned around quickly to see… a Yellow cat-like lady in a royal looking kimono, Not really what I expected…

“HI!!!!!!..Hmm? Oh ya fell for my facade? Wait let me turn back.”

Suddenly a blackish goo covered the lady and transformed into a small puffball with pink hair and lots of eyes…that are also pink.

“Here I am in all my glory! Sooo.. how’s it been going?”

“Not the best. I’m also confused… I mean did everyone get those weird keys?”

“Yeah, Techno found ours when she was on night watch. I have no idea where she is. I think she also switched ‘bodies’ with Lyx”

Man, there are so many names to keep track of. And why did Choco do air quotes when referring to those two guys switching bodies?

“Hey! while the more mature guys find out whatever is happening, wanna explore and talk to the others?”

“What about you Choco?”

“I’ma annoy Blossom with Dotty. Those two seem to hate each other, Weeeellll maybe only Blossom hates Dotty. Welp, I’ll be taking my leave now. See you later Verin.”

Okay, I’m a bit far behind the social game. I should introduce myself to the rest of the group-

“Hey! Rotten orange peel!” A girl a bit shorter than me ran up to me out of breath. She looks like Knuckle Joe. I wonder what he's doing right now.

“Have you seen a blind purple bat-like girl with a broken leg?” She seems desperate…

“Jill, please don't refer to the girl as ‘Rotten orange peel’!”

“I Don’t Give A Shit, Vibrato! I’m trying to find Bliees!”

I.. should leave these two to argue, I’ll go find others to introduce myself to.

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Oof, sorry if this seems rushed. its been a stressful two months. part two will be coming soon I hope.

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spiderking-of-queens · 2 years

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Chapter Three: Doomsday

Summary: You follow the gang to the lab where you run into some other familiar faces, and you realize that everything (even Steve Harrington) is more complicated than it seems. (Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington, 3k words)

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, bullying.

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November 4th, 1984

As you all looked over the cliff at the edge of the woods to find the source of the shrieking demodogs, Lucas lowered his binoculars.

“It’s the lab,” He announced. “They were going back home.”

Steve sighed and swung his bat over his shoulder.

“Alright. Guess that’s where we’re headed, then.”

He started to walk back towards the train tracks with the kids in step behind him when you reached out and boldly grabbed him by the back of his jacket.

“Hold on! Guys, can you give Steve and I moment, please?”

All three of them rolled their eyes in unison and continued walking back to the tracks as Steve stared at you, his hands on his hips.

“What?” He asked impatiently.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ Can we discuss this for a second? You’re seriously going to lead a bunch of kids towards those things?”

“Okay, you’re nuts if you think that I’m leading them. I’m just an unwitting participant in all of this, same as you.”

“Oh, really? Because you seem to have a pretty good handle on everything for somebody that’s an ‘unwitting participant.’”

You used air quotes and a mocking tone to emphasize your point and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Look, nobody said you had to come along. You’re the one who insisted, remember? So if you don’t like the plan, then you can leave right now.”

“This isn’t about me! This is about them!” You argued, gesturing to the three kids waiting impatiently for you through the trees.

“I know that! But I’m telling you, they do not listen to anybody, especially me. If we don’t go with them, they’ll just go by themselves. Is that really what you want?”

You sighed and crossed your arms, gazing down at the faraway lab. That was absolutely not what you wanted. You didn’t want any of this, but you had no choice now. You couldn’t just bail and leave them all to fend for themselves while you tried to sleep in your nice, warm bed. It wouldn’t be fair.

“Fine,” You muttered and walked away from him towards the others.

“That’s what I thought,” He grumbled back and followed behind you.

After what seemed like hours, you finally made it down to the lab. You heard voices and once Steve shined his flashlight on whoever was speaking, you realized that it was Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers.

You raised an eyebrow at them. Wasn’t Nancy Steve’s girlfriend? What the hell was she doing alone with Jonathan?

“Steve?!” The two of them shouted in unison, just as shocked to see him as you were to see them.

“What are you doing here?” Nancy asked, seemingly agitated.

“What are you doing here?” He retorted.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will.”

Mike and Will? You held your breath.

Shit. More kids in trouble.

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin asked, his voice weary.

Nancy’s eyebrows drew together in concern.

“We’re… not sure.”

“Why?” Jonathan asked gravely, just as a loud roar came from inside the lab, making you all jump.

Goddammit. This was getting very real, very quickly.

“Shit. SHIT,” You began to mutter to yourself, taking a step away from everyone.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked when this outburst got his attention. He was seemingly just noticing you for the first time.

You spun back around with a crazed look on your face.

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Have you seen Will today?” He asked you, ignoring your torment to try to get some answers about his brother. The distraught look on his face brought you back down to earth.

You shook your head no and Steve confirmed that neither Will nor Mike had been with him at all that day, then everybody started talking over each other impatiently, asking questions and not even being able to hear the answers with all of the different threads of conversation going around.

You watched Nancy peel away from the group, then she shouted, “The power’s back!”

You all shut up and watched the lab as the lights started to flicker on inside of it.

Everyone ran over to the security booth, and you followed them in confusion. Jonathan pressed the button to open the gate, but nothing happened. He tried again and again until Dustin forcefully pushed him out of the way to try it himself. He was pressing it for a solid minute without any success, but showed no signs of stopping. You groaned in frustration.

“Okay, somebody’s gotta stop him, this isn’t gonna work.”

Steve nodded in agreement and called out to him, but just as he did, the gate suddenly began to open.

“Hey, I got it!” Dustin yelled proudly. You shook your head and chuckled. The audacity of this kid. There was no way it was him. Someone must have opened it from the inside.

Jonathan and Nancy didn’t waste another second before jumping back into their car and driving up to the lab. You hung back with Steve and the others and waited anxiously.

“You don’t really think Will and Mike are in there, do you?” You asked Steve after a few minutes of waiting, not able to take the silence anymore.

“I don’t know,” He responded flatly.

You were hoping that he could alleviate some of your nerves, but obviously this uncertainty wasn’t very comforting. You started to bite your nails and he nudged you with his elbow. You looked up at him, noticing that his expression had softened slightly.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine, alright? These guys know what they’re doing. Nancy and Jonathan, especially. Trust me.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. Of course Nancy and Jonathan also had a good handle on whatever was going on. Seemed like everyone did except for you.

“Guys?” You heard Max call as she stood in the middle of the road, looking down the long pathway to the lab. You walked towards her and noticed a flash of two pairs of headlights coming at you quickly from around the corner. A horn honked at you and you gasped and pulled Max to the side behind the booth just in time for it to speed past you. It seemed to be Jonathan and Nancy, and they continued to drive right past you and down the street without slowing down.

Before you could question why they would leave you there in such a hurry, a police van pulled up next to you. You squinted inside the dark car and made out the face of Chief Hopper.

“Let’s go!” He called out, and Steve ran to open the door and rush everybody in. You hesitated after the kids were all in the car.

“Come on, get in,” Steve said with a reassuring nod, and held out his hand to you. You took it and let him pull you inside, even though your body was screaming at you to run.

During the car ride, everyone was silent besides the noises of heavy breathing, and it was driving you crazy.

“Okay, I’m sorry to be that person again, but can somebody please tell me what’s going on and where we’re going?”

Hopper eyed you in his rearview mirror, then turned to Steve.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“She’s in my grade. Her name’s Y/N.”

Hopper nodded and then turned around briefly to take stock of everyone in the backseat.

“And who’s the redhead kid?”

Max crossed her arms indignantly.

“‘The redhead kid’s’ name is Max,” She sneered. “Max Mayfield.”

Hopper raised his eyebrows and snorted.

“Okay then. Well, sorry it’s under these unfortunate circumstances, but it’s good to meet you both. To answer your question, Y/N, we are going to the Byers’ house to try to figure out how to get a ‘shadow monster’ out of Joyce’s son. Any more questions?”

Steve glanced over at him with furrowed brows. You were relieved that somebody else was as confused as you for once.

“I’m sorry, a what? I thought we were just dealing with these demogorgon things,” He asked, more agitated than nervous.

“Yeah, well, turns out there’s a lot more to this Upside Down place then we originally thought,” Hopper sighed. “For now we’re just gonna need to hide out for a little while and call for some back-up until we know whether or not those things broke out of the lab.”

“The demodogs?” Dustin asked.

“The what?” Hopper asked, annoyed.

“Demodogs. Part demogorgon, part four-legged… creature.”

Hopper glared at him in the rearview mirror, then sighed again more loudly.

“Sure, Henderson. The demodogs.”

“Whoa, wait, nobody got hurt in there, right?” You asked, remembering that Nancy had also been looking for her brother.

Hopper didn’t respond to this. He just kept his eyes on the road. You could feel the blood draining from your face.

“Is Mike okay?” You asked, raising your voice.

“Yes. Mike is fine,” He said, releasing you from your impending panic attack. You let out a breath and slumped back into your seat.

“But… somebody did get hurt?” Max asked quietly.

“Yeah, kid. Some people got hurt,” Hopper finally confirmed.

Steve recognized the fear in Max’s voice and turned to look at her, then at you. You met his eyes and you both shared a silent moment of understanding. It was both of your jobs to make her feel better. As the older kids of the group, you were the unofficial guardians. This was the main reason you insisted on coming along.

“Don't worry, Max. You heard Hopper, we’ll be safe at the Byers’ house,” You reassured her.

Max nodded and looked down at the baseball bat Steve had put into her hands before you all got in the van, gripping it tighter. She looked over at Lucas and he gave her a warm smile which seemed to ease the tension in her shoulders slightly. Then she turned away from him with a subtle blush painted on her cheeks.

Steve nodded at you in appreciation and turned back to watch out the windshield.

You didn’t know why, but you felt kind of proud of yourself that Steve thought you had done well. You hadn’t been around him for very long that night, but you could already tell how much his guidance meant to these kids. You knew they would never admit it, but they needed him. Maybe he needed them, too. There was still a lot that you had to figure out about this weird little group of people, but their reliance on each other seemed to be evident enough.

Maybe Steve wasn’t actually so bad. Maybe you didn’t really know him at all anymore.

But as you looked out at the dark trees flying past your window and silence fell over the car again, you tried and failed to fight off one of your most intrusive memories of him.

During eighth grade, you were approached by Carol Perkins in the cafeteria. You were surprised to see her coming towards you since she had stopped calling you to hang out a while ago. Your heart leaped with excitement.

“Hey, Y/N,” She said coolly and sat across from you.

“Hi, Carol. How have you been?”

“Fantastic. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that I talked to Steve, and he wanted me to come over here and ask you out on a date for him.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” She replied with a wicked smile.

You narrowed your eyes at her, then glanced over to where Steve was sitting with Tommy. Steve wasn’t watching you, but Tommy kept eyeing the two of you as he fought back a grin. You could feel your heart breaking. Not because Steve wasn’t actually interested in dating you, but because your so-called friends found it hilarious to mess with your feelings like this. Why were the three of them trying so hard to humiliate you? You glanced back at Carol with a fake smile.

“That’s nice, but you can go ahead and tell him I’m not interested anymore. K? See you around.”

You gathered your things and got up before she could say anything else, not daring to look over at Tommy and Steve. At least they wouldn’t have the satisfaction of knowing that they had fooled you. At least you had some small shred of dignity still intact.

You walked out of the cafeteria and into the bathroom with your head held high, but as soon as you locked the stall, you couldn’t stop the cascade of angry tears from falling down your cheeks. That’s the moment you realized for certain that you had lost your friends forever.

Although you tried to tell yourself that it was just a juvenile prank as time went on, you found it hard to trust anyone with your feelings after that. You also found yourself harboring resentment towards Steve. Out of the three of them, he was the one you least expected to hurt you, whether your feelings for him were reciprocated or not.

You eyed the back of Steve’s head as he sat in the front seat of the police van. Whether he was different now or not, it would still take some time for you to fully trust him.

After you made it to the Byers’ house, you sat with the kids at the kitchen table in solemn silence. Hopper was on the phone, trying to call for back-up as planned. Joyce was locked in her room. You learned that it was because her boyfriend, Bob, was one of the victims inside the lab. That made this all the more real for you. You were absolutely devastated for Joyce.

You had met Bob before at the general store. He was sweet and thoughtful, and Joyce lit up every time she saw him walk through the door. You remembered hoping that he was the happy ending that she deserved after all of her heartache. They had gone to high school together but never noticed each other until Joyce went into RadioShack where he worked to buy Will a new Walkman. It made you feel like true love really did exist. That there was some hope left for you, too. Now, you didn’t know what to think.

As if to add more fuel to the fire that was burning down all of your hopes about happy endings, you watched Steve watch Nancy rest a loving hand on Jonathan’s shoulder as he tried to speak to Will in his unconscious state. Apparently their love story was over, too.

Steve turned away when he couldn’t take anymore and brushed a tear from his eye subtly. No one else noticed besides you. He joined the rest of you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he continued to fight back his emotions.

Hopper hung up the phone loudly and you jumped, directing your attention back to him again.

He turned to all of you and sighed.

“They didn’t believe you, did they?” Dustin asked him knowingly.

“We’ll see,” Hopper replied.

Mike snorted at this.

“‘We’ll see’?! We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!”

“We stay here and we wait for help,” Hopper commanded firmly, and left the room before Mike could argue with him further.

A hush fell over everyone again as you watched Hopper go into Joyce’s room to check on her. The gravity of Bob’s death was weighing more heavily on everyone in the silence.

You looked over at Steve again. Now he was standing in front of the kitchen window with his back to everyone. You thought about leaving him alone, but couldn’t stop yourself from going over to stand beside him.

He didn’t acknowledge you. He just turned his face away from you to try to disguise the anguish you had already clocked from across the room.

“I… I’m sorry, Steve. About Nancy. I didn’t realize what was going on.” You fumbled, whispering so the others couldn’t hear.

He seemed sort of surprised that you noticed, then nodded without looking at you.

“It’s fine. There’s bigger shit going on right now than my stupid relationship problems.”

He said this to the tiled floor, too embarrassed to look at you still. You probably should have stopped right then and there and sat back down, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m sort of having romantic issues of my own. I was supposed to hang out with this guy on Friday night, and I kinda accidentally stood him up. I mean, it wasn’t actually a date. But it could have maybe been…something. I don’t know.”

Steve stared at you, unsure how to respond.

“Okay, so I guess I don’t really know how you feel,” You continued to ramble. “But I think what I’m trying to say in a weird way is that everybody has other stuff going on besides all of this doomsday shit. So don’t be hard on yourself for not being able to compartmentalize it all.”

He finally glanced over at you, a look of amusement and confusion his face. At least you were able to distract him a little, even if he did think you were a complete weirdo. He probably already did anyways. So no harm done, really.

“Well, thanks,” He said with a small chuckle. “And I’m sorry about your problems, too.”

Your cheeks flushed red and you turned your face away to try to hide it from him.

It would have been strange to have a conversation like this with Steve Harrington on any occasion, let alone the wild predicament you found yourselves in at that moment. There was still a part of you that was convinced you were having some kind of fever dream.

You stood next to each other in comfortable silence until Mike spoke up, attempting to rally you all into action despite Hopper’s demands.

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fangirlfreak08 · 1 year

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Episode 4 thoughts

Not Vasiliy seeing mal and Alina kiss THIS IS WHY YOU DONT PUBLICLY KISS YOUR BOYFRIEND WHEN YOUR ENGAGED

Also nikolais mum is really pushing the whole he’s legitimate thing isn’t she

INEJS VOICE BREAKING INTO KAZS FLASHBACK WHERE EARLIER IT WAS JORDIE

I FEEL LIKE WE ARE BUILDING UP TO KAZ IMAGINING INEJS BODY

“It would bring me some comfort to know that you’re with me” my kanej heart is being fed

Kaz just wanting Inej to be safe if he dies versus Inej just wanting to get revenge for Kaz if he dies

The patron Saint of brewers

A LITTLE LIGHT ROLEPLAY

I KINDA LIKE YOUR FACE

SOMETIMES BROTHERS FIGHT

YES TO ALL OF THAT SHUT UP THEYRE BROTHERS

We like to keep our expectations low!

Nina bestie don’t knock out Kaz

Also there’s no way we’re getting a soc spin off for crooked kingdom cause they’re using half the plotline

David’s little wave 😭I love him

Oh god David feels so bad about genya

Whoever I saw on here that called the sword a round of applause for you

So know nikolais gonna hire the crows right?

Mal calling Nikolai out on the third person

Nina bestie stop it. He’s probably just gonna kill you anyway

Can’t really blame Kaz for Nina not being loyal they’ve known each other a week

Yes Inej slay

This is how she’s gonna find her purpose

She’s not gonna get her ship at the end of this season is she? She might

This is when Kaz is gonna bring up his son ain’t it

See they’ve already used the plague thing so we literally cannot get a crooked kingdom spin off

Ahah that where the shiner comes from

Omg no not Jordie already having the plague when the sirens went off

Slay Kaz

OMG YES HIM AND NINA PLANNED IT

NOW I KNOW HOW JESPER AND INEJ FEEL

OMG YES GO KAZ USE HIS SON

Ngl kinda prefer when Kaz didn’t use his name cause then pekka was just being gullible

Calling pekka weak as if he’s not in love with Inej

Also shout out to whoever said Kaz was gonna use alby in every monstrous thing

OMG OMG WE GOT THE SCENE

I CANNOT

Kaz saying all of this with blood running down his face really makes it

THEY LITERALLY LIFTED HALF IT FROM THE BOOKS AND I LOVE THAT

Nina and Jesper just watching this shitshow go down

He better get on his knees

YESSSSS

‘Are you’ I FUCKING LOVE HIM

ngl I kinda forgot they were being framed for murder

Omg yeah the bitch is dead

YESSS GET INEJ FREED TOO

Ok but this means that he didn’t liquidate all his assets to free her

It also means they can’t really do six of crows either cause heleens the one who recognises them at the ice court

Thick as thieves, lol

YES THE KOOPEROM

Where was Inej in that scene with pekka though?

YES TOLYA AND POETRY MY TRUE OTP

Shit okay vasily really wanted rid of mal

Alinas dress looks gorgeous

OMG VASILY NO LEAVE RN

Slay Alina

Bitch you talking a hell of a lot for someone who gets himself killed

Also I forgot vasily proposed 😭

We love Alina wiping her hand on her dress

OMG YES WE GET PEKKA DIGGING WITH HIS HANDS

What’s actually in the grave though

OMG YES THE STADWATCH

Hahahahahaha alby

WESPER

IS JESPER ASKING HIM OUT

OMG THEY ACTUALLY HOOKED UP

NOT WYLAN LOW-KEY SLUT SHAMING JESPER 😭

We better get the just girls scene in a flashback or something

OMG JESPER YES

WYLAN TRYING TO HIDE HIS SMILE

OMFG THEY KISSED!!!!!!

THE SCREECH I JUST LET OUT

OMG THEYRE GONNA KISS

My heart is beating so fucking fast right now

AND OMG RIGHT INTO A KANEJ SCENE?!!

HE THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD

NO KAZ WHAT OH WAIT YEAH BE FREED HER

SHIT

Wait hold up does wylan know about the stablehand?!

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU QUOTE ME

Jesus that is a big rock

NIKOLAI

‘If my mother was as put off by commoners as she claimed I wouldn’t be here now would I?”

Lol vasilys dead

Darkling honestly needs to die already

Genya smashing things as she deserves

I did not expect that to be the context of ‘I’ll destroy the only thing you have left’ and honestly im a bit disappointed she wasn’t threatening him

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers

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queenofbaws · 2 years

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Almost so caught up in the fact I got a PHYSICAL COPY of my book today that I didn’t send a prompt but don’t you fret here I am.

With a Nick/Abi request. Gimme some smooches please

at-least-but-not-exactly-six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

It felt so weird, being in the lodge again. Everything was just so quiet, and so still, and after two whole months of it being full of shouting and laughing and the pitter-patter of feet, the silence made it feel kind of...well...haunted, in a way.

What didn’t help was the murmuring. She couldn’t hear it all the time, but if she sat really, really still and strained her ears, it was there all right - the soft buzz of someone else talking in another room, the distant sound of crying, all the stuff that haunted house stories were made of. Knowing that it wasn’t actually ghosts sort of made it worse, in a way. Knowing they were the ones quote-unquote haunting the place only made her feel more rotten than she already had.

Abi shivered and smoothed over the fresh clothes folded on her lap, and she tried to push the thought from her mind.

She hadn’t thought to run a headcount before tromping her way over to the bathroom, so she didn’t actually know who was in the shower. What she did know was that they were taking forever, and while she really couldn’t blame them for that, there was nothing on Earth she wanted more than to scrub herself down until she was raw and pink. Her hair felt like it had been dunked in cement, her clothes had turned to papier-mâché around her, and her eyeliner had been running and stinging her eyes for about as long as she could remember. Everything was just...uncomfortable, so whoever that was in the shower, she said a silent prayer that they’d just hurry up and -

The bathroom’s knob jiggled, then turned, and a wave of steam rolled out when the door opened. Abi breathed a quiet sigh of relief and stood from where she’d been sitting, her new clothes folded over her arm, and promptly ran right into the person leaving.

The person who was, of course, Nick.

“Whoa! I - ”

“Oh, sorry, just - ”

They just stood there for a second, locked in the uncomfortable ‘you-first-no-you’ posture of two people bumping into each other in a hallway, both finding it very hard to look at one another but somehow even harder to look away.

“I...” Abi started again, not sure what it was exactly that she’d meant to say after that.

“Yeah, no, totally, I, uh,” Nick provided for her. He stepped out of the way a second later, one of his arms jerkily gesturing towards the bathroom. “All yours,” he said after another moment, the first thing either of them had gotten out that’d actually sounded even passingly like a sentence.

Her mouth tightened into a tired, anxious smile and she dipped her head, walking past him and into the sauna-heat of the bathroom, pressing the door shut behind her and turning the lock. She hung her fresh clothes up on the towel rack and left the bloody ones in a heap on the floor, fighting with the spiderweb-tangles of her tights before stepping into the spray and letting the night wash off of her.

That’s what it felt like too - the night itself running off of her skin under the water, the heat turned up high as it went. Blood and sweat, only some of it her own, washed down the drain in muddy spirals, and by the time she’d finished scrubbing herself, there was only a sliver of the soap bar left behind.

She toweled herself off with one of the coarse towels stacked on the rack, and that was almost like scrubbing a second time, taking off another layer of fear and shock and nausea, leaving only a bone-deep sort of tiredness behind. She pulled on her clean clothes and frowned into the foggy mirror as she wrung her hair out. No part of her wanted to think about Hackett’s Quarry again, much less go around wearing their merch, but none of them had had the wherewithal to go digging through the back of the van for their actual bags, so leftover t-shirts and sweatpants it was, everything emblazoned with the camp logo and name.

If it was up to her, she’d never, ever, think about last night again - not for the rest of her life. But when she opened the door to the bathroom and found Nick sitting in the exact same spot she’d been sitting in while waiting for her turn, she knew that probably wasn’t going to happen.

He looked up as if she’d startled him, eyes just a little too wide and one of his hands messing with his still-damp hair. “Hey,” he said, holding his other hand up in an uncertain kind of greeting.

“Um, hey.” If there was any upside to how tired she was, she thought it had to be the calm that came with it. Normally talking to Nick was all butterflies and belly flip-flops, and she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t still some of that going on, but it felt manageable. There were bigger things to be scared of than talking to a cute guy; she knew that much now, figured she’d probably know it forever.

Nick didn’t say anything for a second, instead looking at her and not looking at her in turns, his lower lip caught hard between his teeth. When he did find his voice again, she was unsurprised to hear how scratchy it was, how raspy. It’d been a long night for him, after all, and she could only imagine what was going on inside of him if she felt so crappy.

“I thought...” he began, then shook his head and covered his face with his hands. He dropped them again a moment later, swallowing hard. “I really don’t...remember a lot of last night.” Nick said it slowly, thoughtfully, like he hadn’t quite decided on what he wanted to say, or how he wanted to say it. “Not after getting back here, anyway...the...the nurse’s office?” He paused then, only for a moment, looking up at her from where he was sitting with an obvious question in his eyes.

Even though she didn’t really know what to say either, Abi nodded, folding her arms self-consciously across herself. “Yeah, I know when you mean.” Tentatively, she crossed the space between them and sat beside him, staring down at her feet but very aware of him in her periphery, his camp t-shirt a bright, almost neon yellow and impossible to ignore. “We had, um...sort of an uncomfortable conversation.”

His shoulders drooped. “Yeah, I...was sort of hoping I was misremembering that part.” Then, under his breath, almost too quietly for her to hear even as close as she was, “...shit.” He dropped his face into hands again, then lifted it again just as quickly. “I know I...fuck. I mean, things are sort of...blurry, but I know...I know I said some stuff - did some stuff - I wouldn’t normally, and...and I know I made you uncomfortable, and - ”

Abi hugged herself tighter, toeing the hardwood floor with her bare feet. “That wasn’t...that wasn’t you, Nick,” she said before he could get much farther. “I know it wasn’t. I...I knew it then, and I know it now, and it just...wasn’t.”

Beside her, he was quiet. Thinking. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “I’m still sorry.” He swallowed hard, and she could hear that too. “Regardless, Abi, I’m really, really sorry. For all of it. The last thing I’d ever wanna do is - ”

“I know,” she nodded, scrounging up the nerve to glance his way. When their eyes met, she gave him an exhausted smile and nodded again. “I’m sorry I pushed you in the pool. And, um...shot you? I’m...sorry about that too.”

Nick blinked. “You shot me?”

There was an awkward silence that settled over them for all of three seconds, and then they both snorted, way too tired to laugh outright. When it began to taper off, she leaned over just so, just slightly, letting her head rest against the side of his shoulder. “Guess we all sort of acted a little out of character tonight.”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding thoughtful. He seemed hesitant to move, like he thought if he shifted his arm even the slightest bit, she’d pull away again. “Well, I’m just...really sorry,” he repeated. “I really like you, Abi, a lot, and I know I messed all of that up. Spectacularly, even. So I just - ”

“Nick, you didn’t...you didn’t mess anything up. You were sick, you...you didn’t...you couldn’t help that. This stuff’s in horror movies for a reason, y’know? It...it’s scary. It’s not something you just...stop.” She lifted her head just a bit, shifting so she could meet his gaze again, and though it took a second for him to return the gesture, she shrugged when he did. “But you didn’t mess anything up, okay? I...really like you too. A lot.”

“Yeah?” he asked, sounding hopeful but hesitant, like he was trying to prepare himself for an oncoming ‘but.’

She didn’t have a ‘but’ loaded up, though. Not a single one. “Yeah,” she nodded, her smile a little less tired that time. Then, not giving herself time to overthink it, she tilted her head and leaned towards him, and he was only too happy to meet her halfway, one of his hands moving to cup her cheek as he brought his lips to hers.

The silence of the lodge felt a little less haunted, all of a sudden. A little less haunted, and a little more like relief.

#nick-furcillo #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #the quarry #!!!!!! aHHHHH kenzie how COOL!!!!! dude omg congrats that's so sick!!!!!#yet again i say i didNT INTEND FOR THIS TO END UP THIS LONG AHHHH #the dangers of not-exactly-six sentence weekends lmfao

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avocado-frog · 2 years

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Went to my high school orientation today

-Everyone is taller than I am >:I

-Sat down in the first of three gyms and the cheerleading kids had us all do cheers and sing. No one was having it and the principal was visibly disappointed. I don't know what he was expecting

-I had to go meet up with my advisory class. I saw a kid with a bucket hat and a my hero acadamia keychain and a striped purple and white polo shirt. She was smaller than I was so I decided she was a good person to follow in case I got lost. Turns out, she was slower than me. Evidentially I got lost

-At some point, a childhood friend of mine ended up in the same group as me, so I decided to follow her when I realized we were in the same group. She asked me where we were supposed to be going, and I told her that I'd been following her, and as it would turn out, we were following each other

-Our guides were these two girls who were only a year or two older than us, and also had no idea where to go, because my advisory teacher didn't show up

-We had to do ice breakers so me and my friend from elementary school pretended like we haven't known each other since first grade. We have not talked since fifth grade so I'm not sure why neither of us expected it to not be awkward

-There was a weird butterfly theme. Paper butterflies hanging from the ceiling, lots of inspirational quotes with stock images of butterflies, you get it. I give the ones hanging from the ceiling in the art wing a week before some kid jumps up and tears them down. Elementary school friend thinks it was a metaphor for something

-All of our parents were taken to a theater room for something else and had to learn all of our cheers. When we came back in to reunite with them (whoever was on the speaker's words, not mine) they all had to stand up and do the cheers. Humiliating for them, I'm sure

-My other friend Makayla started hitting people with her rolled up schedule, her girlfriend pretended not to know her like a traitor

-Makayla offered me a link to buy shoe inserts. Elementary school friend thinks I should come to school in high heels. I am outraged

-Afterwards, we had to go through our schedules with our parents. I took this as an opportunity to plan out a route. My mother got me lost five times

-On my way to my fifth period class, a boy who's name I genuinely can't remember made eye contact with me, and randomly shouted "IT'S THE OMORI KID :D" so I waved at him, and he goes "I FINISHED THE GAME LAST WEEK!!! I CRIED!!!!!" so naturally my response was "welcome to the depression club" and I think the other kids in that hallway were confused because we were yelling from across the hall at each other

-A kid didn't know where the library was, and I recognized the area due to the butterflies, so I directed him to it and felt intelligent

-There are a lot of vending machines, which is nice because I could barely breathe by the end of it

-There was also a bistro in the middle of the art wing?

-There is a class called floral shop. Unsure what that means, but there is a vending machine for flowers. Several classmates ended up with roses by the end of it

#isaac says things #high school orientation thing #I got there and I was immediately overwhelmed #I'm going to get lost

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3d10fire-damage · 2 years

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Colors That Run Highlights 10

the deep lore about this campaign is that all the NPCs are hot

With Thedda and Wyren’s bet in place, both teams took their positions on the battlefield. Calypso immediately squared up with Banjiu, and shooed Fea off of her side. Caly knows what she’s about

Slim decided from the start he would not be using his guns on these people, so he only had his whip out. Corrin, when not preoccupied staring at Banjiu and Lin, was set upon his wizard “rival” Dastan. That magical bastard.

Calypso discovered that Banjiu has some killer abs. And then Banjiu turned into a WEREBEAR!!! (Banjiu’s bear form also has killer abs.)

Dastan turned invisible and stayed that way for the majority of the battle. Corrin used Burning Hands very smartly, angling the cone so as to hit a max of three people at once. To quote his player: “I don’t know how to play a wizard, but I do know how to cast Burning Hands.”

Lin, a paladin, started laying some serious Divine Smites on Fea, who takes extra damage from radiant attacks. So Fea was screaming, since she was actually feeling legit pain for the first(?) time. Calypso used Stunning Strike on Banjiu, promising that their thing wasn’t over, then went over to help Fea.

Lin was also beating the shit out of poor Slim, who still refused to use his guns. He even ate an opportunity attack when reaching out to heal Calypso. (He was distracted because she did the cat thing where her tail brushed against his arm gratefully)

Throughout most of the battle, Corrin’s familiar Bear (in owl form) harassed their opponents. Birdemic.

Kattie used Levitate on Roak (in wolf wildshape) which effectively removed him from the fight. But it also removed Kattie from the fight, as the two started chatting and sharing a joint. (There was one point where they countered each other’s spells, and Kattie revoked Roak’s joint rights. They made up and started talking about the sky being the ground or something.)

Dastan used Counterspell and half the party shouted in disgust. That bastard.

Corrin offered 100 gold to whoever found the invisible Dastan (and kicked him in the nuts). He ended up giving 25 to Lin because she gave him a hint as to how to find Dastan.

Calypso and Lin seemed to develop their own kinda rivalry. The homoerotic kind. ♠️ 😈

Lin did fall, but Mishon healed her back up. Should’ve kicked her sword farther away, Calypso...

With Fea out of the game, Lin ran up to Calypso, and so Calypso found herself caught between two very strong ladies... Oh no, what could be worse than that... 😉

Slim while struggling to keep his organs inside his body lassoed little Mishon, then hogtied him so he couldn’t keep healing his teammates. Mishon whined about this a lot. Poor kid.

With Banjiu’s bear form reduced to 0 HP, she returned to her human form and raged. Calypso could only be happy to see it.

With Dastan spotted, Corrin started slinging spells at him. Get his ASS lil man! (Unfortunately, Dastan is a bastard and dropped Corrin with TWO Fireballs.)

Kattie hit Banjiu with a few Dissonant Whispers, and the bitch kept failing the save, so she was running off the map. Calypso took the opportunity to take Dastan out by kicking him in the nuts. “THIS ONE’S FOR YOU LIL MAN”

(Meanwhile Corrin was asking Mishon for his lemon bar recipe. And asking Lin out. He later found out she’s gay.)

Banjiu and Calypso faced off at the edge of the arena. Calypso got all the way down to one hit point but clutched it out and won the battle, fuck yeah. She took a victory lap. But then after some celebrating/flirting, Calypso returned to Fea’s side, checking in with her, along with Slim.

As those three headed back home, Corrin tried chatting Lin up, and they ended up going on a group outing to the Fighters’ Guild with Mishon and Banjiu. Roak and Kattie went and got food somewhere.

Slim and Calypso went to the market after dropping Fea off (and Fea gave Calypso her little fabric doll from Slim 🥺) to buy rations, cigs, and a new outfit for Slim. Apparently he was going to be meeting up with someone from his past and needed to look nice. Calypso doesn’t know shit about impressing men, but she Is very honest so Slim trusted her judgment. 🥺

(Slim also got a handkerchief for his back pocket, prompting Calypso to ask what the deal with that look was. He did not give her the actual answer.)

Meanwhile Corrin was being such a wingman for Calypso. My fucking MAN

Later on, Calypso and Slim headed to the FG to confront Nik. Calypso paid him the 200 she owed him, but he claimed he was still owed 120 in interest. Calypso didn’t even know what interest is. Slim, aiming his shotgun at Nik, said the deal was off, and he wouldn’t be extorting her for any more money.

Calypso offered to fight Nik one on one, taunting him because she knew he ain’t shit without all his guards and backup. Ultimately the meeting ended without combat, but Nik threatened to get back at them for this.

#dnd #colors that run #long post

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Haikyuu! Characters reaction to their child getting Valentine proposal/ gift

A/N: Don't blame me, I am having baby fever rn. These are the chars I think would be amazing dads

Note: Where I wrote (parent) it means that you need to read it as the way you would want to be addressed i.e mom/ dad etc. (pibling) is for uncle/aunt etc.

Characters: Daichi, Osamu, Sugawara, Iwaizumi, Akaashi

Sawamura Daichi

When his baby came back from kindergarten with a box of chocolates covered with poorly drawn hearts, he was dumbfounded.

"Darling what do you have?" he asked.

"I got chocolates from a boy in our class!" she said.

He sighed and kept his hands on her tiny shoulders, "did you say thank you to him?"

"I did!" she said smiling.

"Good! now let's eat those chocolates together before (parent) comes home, alright?"

"Eat what before I come home?" you asked and both of them sweatdropped.

Osamu Miya

He knows that his kid has got his genes of handsomeness so he is not surprised when his 6th grader comes homes with bags full of chocolates and gifts.

"What do I do with all these?" the boy asked.

"Keep whatever you want I will give the rest to your (parent), and pretend I brought those for them," he smirked.

"You are cheap, dad," his kid scoffed in disgust.

"Hey! it's not the gift that matters, it is the sentiment."

"Oh! I have got some amazing news for (pibling)!" said Atsumu's son who standing by the doorway.

"Get that brat!" Osamu shouted running after the kid.

Koushi Sugawara

"Dad..." his kid whispered tugging on her frock.

"Yes, honey?" he crouched to her level.

"A guy confessed to me in school today, he even gave me a ring!" she lifted her chubby hands to show the paper ring, "I am married now! I will go live with him!"

Suga blinked rapidly processing the fact that his five-year-old daughter is 'married'.

"No, uhh, you are too young to be married, why don't you and dad go get some dolls or toy guns or whatever you want?"

"I want pizza!" she cried in joy.

"Pizza it is! Anything for my princess!"

(White_poppie.exe has stopped working: cause of failure system overload due to too much fluff)

Hajime Iwaizumi

KIwaizumi knew that his high-schooler daughter would eventually reach an age when she would be old enough to be in relationships, what he did not expect was that to come so early.

"Absolutely not," Iwaizumi said reading the poorly written poem on his daughter's desk when she had gone out for a second, "whoever this person is they are clearly not educated enough; who spells you're as your?"

"I don't plan on dating them..." she quoted finishing her assignment.

"You...don't?" he asked dumbfoundedly and couldn't contain the happiness in his voice.

"Yes, I don't, my SATs are coming up, I cannot afford any distractions."

"By the way, who is this letter from?"

"Tooru uncle's daughter."

"EXCUSE ME DID YOU JUST SAY TOORU UNCLE'S KID?"

Keiji Akaashi

"Kiddo what are you hiding?" he cooed to the toddler.

"Nom-nomthing," the kid said his mouth obviously full with chocolate and face smeared.

"Mhm, so who is it from?" Akaashi teased him.

"(Parent!) bought it for me and it's mine!" the kid stomped his feet and turned away.

"(Parent) did?" he wiped the boy's chocolate-covered mouth with a tissue.

"Yes! they told me that valentine's day is for celebrating loved ones and they love me, so it's mine!"

"I love you too, can I at least get one?"

"Nope, these are for me! Ask (parent) to get some for you."

"You are so mean," Akaashi ruffled his hair and stuck out his tongue at the boy.

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violetlilysunshine · 3 years

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Be Careful

Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Requested

@harryhollandsgirlfriend: Ok, ok, a request for y/n and Harry being in a new relationship and the boys are all hesitant about it and worried y/n is there for the wrong reasons and just Harry defending you and how you all work through that. 🥺

WC: 1,505

Warnings: swearing (one f-bomb)

A/N: Kinda left it between the boys, hope that’s okay. Also first time using a taglist, so hopefully it goes well :)

MASTERLIST - TAGLIST

You’d met the brothers while they were sightseeing in Atlanta, instantly hitting it off with Harry. The two of you had been friendly for a while after that, casually flirting and always finding ways to get together.

He’d asked you out a little while ago, taking you out secretly. He wasn’t ready to tell anybody, specifically Tom, yet; he didn’t know what they would think, given your history together. They were worried that you were just hanging around with them for the fame, knowing that you wanted to work your way up in Hollywood as well. Of course, it wasn’t really anything to do with you personally, they just felt that they had to be cautious of all new people who came around.

Harry, however, knew that you were genuine. He had obviously gotten to know you the best and knew that you really cared more about people than fame. Sure you wanted to act, but you also valued privacy, just like he and Tom did.

Harry met you for lunch a couple days ago, in between scenes just because he wanted to see you. You did little things like this as often as you could, while still keeping things quiet. It was kind of fun sneaking around with him; it made every little second you could steal together even better.

“So, uh, somethings sorta been on my mind,” he stuttered.

“What’s up, bub?” you asked.

“Well I want to tell Tom about us and like, I wanna make sure that’s okay with you.”

“Why are you asking me that, Har?” you chuckled.

“Well, we haven’t told people, so like, I wanna know if it’s okay if I do…”

“You’re the one that didn’t tell Tom,” you pointed out gently, “he’s your brother after all, it’s up to you.”

There was a slight pause in the conversation; you could tell that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you soothed him, “It doesn’t bother me if we tell him right now or not, whenever you’re ready.”

“Well I think I want to tell him,” he said, “I wanna be able to have you over and cuddle on the couch and hold hands around him. Ya know, all the boyfriend stuff…” he trailed off.

“Okay, babe,” you said softly, before repeating, “whenever you’re ready.”

You smiled gently at him, watching his lips curve up slowly. He was so ready to be open with you and couldn’t wait to get it off his chest.

“Maybe I should tell him alone,” he added, “ya know, brother to brother…”

“Whatever you want,” you said, grabbing his hand gently under the table.

“I’ll have to tell Haz too, ya know, since he’s always around.”

“That’s fine - whoever you want, whenever you want. And, to be honest, I wanna be able to come over and do all of that too,” you comforted him.

“Thanks, darling,” he whispered, squeezing your hand for a second before letting go and continuing to eat.

“And for the record, ya know, if we’re telling things…” you trailed.

Harry’s heartbeat quickened at that, “yes, darling?” he questioned, not knowing what could possibly be coming at him.

“I have told someone,” you whispered.

“Oh,” he said shortly, eyes widening, “when? who?”

“My best friend, before our first date… ya know, I just wanted to make someone aware of what was going on and who I was going out with and where I would be, ya know, in case something bad happened. Can’t be too careful these days.”

Harry chuckled at that, dropping his head and shaking it lightly.

“But she’s the only one, and she won’t say anything, promise. I mean, she hasn’t yet, so you can trust me when I say that,” you smiled.

Harry smiled at you widely, “I do trust you,” he whispered, leaning in and pecking you gently.

~~~~~

He decided on Friday that he was going to tell Tom and Harrison about the two of you. Half of him casually wanted to drop it like, “oh yeah, I’m taking Y/N out tonight,” on his way out the door, but the other half of him knew that he just had to be straight up with them.

They came in from the gym, dropping their bags right in front of the door, arguing about who gets to shower first.

“You got it first last time!” Harrison shouted at Tom, kicking his shoes off.

“Well I got there before you, mate, not my fault,” Tom countered.

They stood in the doorway, staring each other down for a second.

“Not happening today,” Harrison said quietly, taking off running towards his bedroom to get his clothes and hurry to the shower.

Little did he know, Tom had already laid his clothes out on the bed so all he had to do was grab them and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom door slammed upstairs and Harry knew what was coming -

“GOD YOU ARSE!” Harrison screamed, followed by Tom’s loud laugh from behind the closed door.

Harrison came jogging down the stairs and into the living room, “god can you believe that guy?”

“Uh, yeah,” Harry chuckled, “brothers…”

Harrison just laughed at him, pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram while waiting for the shower. Maybe starting with just Harrison would be easier…

“So, Haz?” Harry asked after a while of just sitting in silence. He was trying to sound casual, but inside he was shitting himself.

“Hmm?” Harrison hummed, not looking up from his phone.

“I uh, I’m taking Y/N out tonight…”

“Yeah? What’re you guys doing? Maybe Tom and I can tag along.” Harrison questioned.

“No, mate, not like that, I’m dating her,” Harry said bluntly, “have been for a few weeks.”

Harrison didn’t know how to react; he wanted his friend to be happy, but at the same time he worried about you using him. What if you got what you wanted and then just left? And broke Harry’s heart in the process? He can’t let that happen.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? What if she’s using you?” Harrison tried to ask nicely.

“Who’s using him?” Tom asked, strolling in the room, hair still dripping wet.

“Y/N,” Harrison answered, “they’re ‘dating’ now,” Harrison said, using air-quotes around the word dating.

“She’s not like that you fucking arse,” Harry answered, starting to get mad, “I knew you guys would be like this and that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!”

“How long?” Tom asked quickly.

“A few weeks,” Harry answered with a huff.

“Oh, so it’s still easy to get out,” Tom said casually with a shrug.

“I don’t wanna get out!” Harry yelled, “I really like her! She’s not what you guys think she is!”

“Mate, calm down,” Harrison tried.

“No! I tried to be calm and you had to go and be a dick!”

“Hellooooo!” Tuwaine sang as he walked through the front door.

“Hey mate, Harry’s dating Y/N,” Tom answered him.

“What?” Tuwaine laughed.

“Harry’s dating Y/N,” he repeated.

“Yay, she’s cool!”

“What? You’re on his side?” Harrison questioned.

“Yeah, why not?” Tuwaine shrugged, “I just want everyone to be happy. If Harry trusts her, then so do I.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, calming down a bit.

“But what if she’s using him?” Harrison reiterated, bringing up his first concern, “or what if she’s just using Harry to get to Tom and then use him? Or the same with me?”

“Yeah, bro, I’m Spider-Man,” Tom added.

“Yeah, we all know that,” Harry answered, “you don’t have to remind us every second of every day.”

“But still, how do you know she’s not gonna split when she gets popular?” Tom asked.

“Because you guys didn’t take the time to actually get to know her,” Harry stressed, “she’s been hanging out with us for quite a while and she hasn’t posted a single picture of either of you, or me for that matter.”

The boys fell silent, that was true and they couldn’t deny it.

“And she’s always paid the most attention to me, so don’t you think if she really wanted to use you guys, she’d have ignored me?”

“I guess that makes sense…” Tom mumbled.

“Can’t you just be happy for me?” Harry pleaded, “like Tuwaine said: I trust her, isn’t that enough?”

“We just don’t wanna see you get hurt, mate. Honest, if you’re happy, we’re happy,” Harrison answered, “we just want you to be careful.”

“Well I am being careful, so you don’t have to worry. She’s great, I’d love for you guys to give her a chance,” Harry soothed.

“We will, just know that we’re watching her too. At least for a little while,” Tom said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Harry said, “just don’t weird her out so she runs away, please.”

“No promises,” Harrison piped up.

“I’m just happy for everyone,” Tuwaine said with a big smile from the couch, making everyone laugh.

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” Harry said, fist-bumping Tuwaine.

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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“i'll take your word for it and no one else's.” [lee jeno]

SUMMARY | maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it. PAIRING | lee jeno x reader GENRE | friends to something, fluff, lots of bickering JHDFJ WARNINGS | swearing, invasion of privacy (LMAO idk) WORD COUNT | 2.1k TAGLIST | @danishmiilk @lucyinthesunshinee @sehunniepot @nct-writers @czennienet @neowritingsnet

a/n: i didn’t think i’d turn another one of my dreams into a fic, but here we are HAHHAHA i tweaked a few bits and pieces to make it work (setting + added some dialogue + changed the ending because i WOKE UP before it could finish hmph) but please enjoy this unscheduled fic!! <3

early summer afternoons were warm.

bright rays of the sun were showering on your skin as you lounged on the park bench, hot enough to make you feel the season but not too hot to singe your skin. it was the perfect weather to waste the day outside, and your younger brother and cousin decided to haul you outside so they can play basketball at the park.

but you didn't know why your friend jeno decided to come along.

"your brother messaged me," he grinned at you, plopping down beside you with a long, refreshed sigh. a towel was slung around his neck and he used it to wipe the sweat on his face. "what? why are you staring at me like that?"

"since when were you close with my brother?"

"am i not allowed to be friends with the little guy?" he joked, but apparently he took the unamused look on your face completely the wrong way. "oh my god, are you afraid that he'll take all my attention away from you?" to further tease, he brought his smug face closer to yours that was dumbfounded in shock, his stupidly irritating smile moving in closer.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

but you loved him nonetheless.

"like hell i want your attention," you sneered, lightly shoving him away with a glare. he only laughed at your display of annoyance. "go back to playing with the kids or something, you goof."

the never leaving grin in his face seemed brighter against the sun, and he playfully ruffled your hair before running off to disappear into the court.

"as you wish, m'lady."

you let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes as your cheeks were involuntary tugged upwards, prompting a smile to form on your lips. you brought your hands to your hair, fixing the mess that jeno left with, and your gaze landed on the phone he left beside you. the screen flashed on. someone was calling him.

brows knitted together, you picked up the ringing phone, unable to recognize the caller id. you brought the device to your ear, standing up walking towards the court— you figured that you'd just answer whoever that was now and just pass it on to jeno once he was at reach.

"hello?"

"oh, hello there!" there was a pause from the caller "is lee jeno around, miss? would you mind giving the phone to him?"

the voice was that of a middle aged woman's, but it wasn't someone that you recognized. you assumed it was a relative of his or something because you'd know that this was his mom if it were her. "ah, give me a moment! i'll just look for him."

your feet stopped at the edge of the court, the sound of a ball bouncing into the concrete jarring against your ears. not bothering to look at the scene in front if you, you covered the mic with your hand before deciding to shout.

"jeno! someone's calling you!"

there was no usual prompt answer from your friend.

"he's not here!"

the loud voice of your brother answered instead, causing you to narrow your eyes into the court scene with a tinge of confusion masking your expression. there was indeed no mop of blue hair within the area, and you were only confused even further.

"where did he— aish, nevermind."

scratching your head, you swiveled your heels and decided to just head back to the bench. "hi, sorry. i'm not sure where he is right now. so if it's fine with you, can you call him again later? or maybe i could just tell him to call you back when he returns?"

"oh, then can you just relay this to him? it won't take that long, i promise."

you inwardly sighed, but agreed nevertheless. oh, you were definitely gonna ask him to treat you and the kids dinner later. why the fuck did he just disappear like that? now you were responsible for memorizing whatever this woman was telling you (apparently it was about an architecture summer program he was interested in— the lady was a head from his department and she was just calling to tell him that he was accepted. she says she'll be forwarding more details later through text).

"alright, thank you! i'll be sure to inform him when he gets back."

the call ended, and you groaned. you were about to close the phone, but then all of a sudden a notification appeared with a quiet ding!

[haechan 🌟 liked your retweet.]

ding!

[ohhh shit why do i feel like i know who this is.]

"huh."

you knew that you shouldn't be snooping inside your friend's phone. you knew that you shouldn't be invading his privacy no matter how enticingly juicy the bait was. you knew that it was flat out wrong. but—

"ah, just a peek," you clicked on the notification. "payback for making me deal with his stuff."

a hint of excitement rushed through you. jeno never told you his twitter. actually, you didn't even know he had one. he was always buried with studies, sports, and friends so you didn't expect him to keep up with social media— this fact enough was surprising, but the moment the screen finally loaded the tweet

you were even more surprised than you were a few seconds ago.

[@markly tweeted: "it's kind of funny how sometimes we just meet random people at the most random of moments and you don't expect it but they just end up sticking by your side until now"]

[@leejeno quoted: "yeah. a few years back, i saw this girl while i was walking. it wasn't the usual path that i took to school. i saw her having trouble crossing the street because there was a dog hanging around (she's scared of them) so i decided to help her. she couldn't even look at my face back then out of embarrassment but earlier we were calling until four in the morning. if i took a different path that day or if i didn't help her, i don't know how i'd be like right now because she's become one of the most important people in my life."]

your heart skipped a beat. two beats. three. it was running a mile a minute and you could barely even breathe to catch up.

[@do0 replied: how are you two right now?]

[@leejeno replied: "we're good haha. i'm going with her and her brother to the park later. we're still really good friends.]

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"hey, sorry for running off there. i went to get some— whoa. whats up?"

oh my fucking god.

you shot up, eyes wide, and you automatically turned off the phone. broken stutters left your lips, as the leaping of your heart to your throat prevented you from saying even a semblance of a coherent sentence. all you could think of when you met his worried gaze, the way he rushed to your side to check on you, was the last thing you read. your grip on his phone tightened.

but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there

you were gonna fucking lose it.

"hey, are you okay?"

quick, gentle hands landed on your cheeks, fingers brushing against your skin like a match igniting a flame. you nearly got lost and tongue-tied all over again, but you quickly slapped his hands away in a scolding fit. "jesus christ, i'm fine. you just surprised me. are you a ghost or something?" you glared at jeno, but it only lasted one second because you couldn't bear to look at him without your insides going crazy. because of that, your eyes flicked to the plastic bag he dropped onto the bench. he brought you something to eat.

"a-and before you ask—" you defended yourself indignantly when he didn't even accuse you of anything. "i wasn't snooping. the school called. it was about your summer program. you got in."

"oh? they called already?" you nodded. "ah, let's talk while walking— the kids are mad because i only got you food. they're asking me to buy the entire store for them to compensate," he released an airy laugh. you mentally scolded yourself.

keep it cool. you repeated the mantra inside your head as you strided beside jeno, your brother and cousin racing ahead of you. street lights were lighting up and the sky was fading into the night. cool cool cool cool cool. keep it cool.

the walk to the store felt way too gruelling than it normally would. it wasn't even that far. you told jeno everything the lady had told you, including the more detailed texts that she'd be sending later on. you thought that he'd be a lot more excited after hearing— he was interested, after all. but to you, he just seemed dismissive. "should i go?" he mindlessly asked.

"what are you talking about?" your brows furrowed. "yeah, of course. you wanted to, right?"

"but it's gonna last an entire month this summer," he yawed, stretching out his arms and hooking you by the neck, causing you to halt and stumble into him. you held back a squeak, and he looked at you, eyes gleaming with curious anticipation. a car sped by. "you still want me to go?"

those damned words that you read echoed inside your head again. you wondered if it resonated into the fucking nerves of your heart, as well.

"i—i mean," you stammered. "it's only one month. and it would also help you a lot in the future, right? you'd make a lot of connections during the camp. so yeah, i do want you to go."

he blinked at you. a hum sounded from his closed lips. he let go of you and resumed walking. you gaped when he left you behind.

was this karma?

"hey, what the hell?" quickly, you caught up to him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt so that you could hang on to him. "why are you being sulky? i didn't do anything wrong!" technically you did do something wrong, but he didn't have to know that.

"you said you wanted me to go."

"you're a baby," you scrunched your nose is disapproval. "i only said that because you said you wanted to go."

jeno abruptly stopped. maybe you were causing a scene in front of all the passersby, but you really didn't give a fuck anymore when your head was in a looped up mess. all thanks to your extremely difficult friend who apparently doesn't want to just be your friend. you swore that he was driving you insane on purpose.

he pulled out his phone and faced the screen to you. your sweat dropped.

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"even after reading this," he started. "you still want me to go?"

"w-well."

he just had to be so fucking sharp. well, you weren't exactly slick either. maybe he saw a glimpse of the screen before you got to turn it off earlier. heat started to rise from your neck into your face, a grinding mixture of embarrassment and desire to be hit by a moving truck afflicting your nerves. why were you the one suffering? shouldn't it be him?

"no."

he hummed, turning off his phone and shoving the device into his pocket. arms crossed, he leaned in to your face, bearing a look of feigned innocence. "but you said i'd make a lot of useful connections."

"you can make those anywhere."

"and it's only a month, right?"

"that's thirty days too long."

"and—"

"oh, come on!" you exclaimed, balling your fists in vexation. another car sped by with an accompanied honk. jeno simply wore a look of faint amusement at your little outburst. "i don't want you to join your stupid summer program. happy now?"

"well, if you say so."

you stared at him. he patted your head, eyes disappearing into a pair of crescents with a smile.

"i'll take your word for it and no one else's."

you were left frozen and dumbfounded in the middle of the sidewalk as jeno brazenly spun his heels to chase after the runaway kids that went before you— literally leaving you behind. letting a curse slip past your breath, you also went after them. he was definitely driving you insane on purpose.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

this was one of those times.

"you said you weren't gonna go, you asshole!"

"payback for snooping through my phone!"

but you could still love him nonetheless.

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all-that-glitters-is-goldfish · 3 years

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Can I get a short fluffy Drabble with bucky with this prompt?

I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU

Thank you!! 💗

Okay so this is kind of long for a Drabble because I just loved the plot and couldn't stop writing!!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, nonnie!!

Morgan's Graduation Sleepover!!

You blink hard against the bright stream of sun poking through the gap in the curtains, groaning as your head throbs in the light.

You let out an audible moan as you attempt to pull the covers over your face. The soft, silky comforter was cool against your skin, and you snuggled tighter against the sheets as you became aware that you were shivering despite the summer heat.

You extend your arm searching for your phone that you kept on the nightstand and frowned when your hand felt nothing. You turn your head slightly, trying to see the floor below where your phone may have fell, catching a glimpse of the bed in the sun for the first time since you opened your eyes. The large queen-sized bed draped with dark grey blankets.

Wait… Grey?

Last time you checked your comforter was a deep purple colour.

You sit up slowly, becoming fully aware of your environment and looking around the dimly lit room. A room that you definitely hadn’t been in before because you would never have a poster of dogs playing poker hanging above your bedroom door.

You groan again as a feeling of nausea overcomes you, the dizziness being caused from your eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. You clasp the palm of your hand against your mouth, attempting to stifle a gag and you taste the acidic bile bubbling in your throat.

“Oh god.” You belch into your hand as it balls into a fist.

“Mmmph-“

You nearly jump out of your skin as a low moan fills the silence of the room and your head whips fast enough to cause another wave of dizziness.

Your eyes widen as you realize… whoever owned this bed was sleeping right next to you, curled up on his side, face buried deep in the pillow.

You startle, getting tangled in the blankets as you jump out of the bed, thanking internally that you still have your underwear on and are not waking up butt-naked next to a stranger during the worst hangover of your life.

Unfortunately, your actions aren’t grateful as your feet become tangled in the sheets and you land with a thump loud enough to vibrate the furniture. You wince as the pain radiates up your ass and into your spine.

Suddenly, a pair of ocean blue eyes are peering over the side of the bed, a concerned look across the man’s face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, jumping out of bed with much more grace than you had shown, and dropping down to his knees by your side.

“I- Yeah.” You stutter, embarrassed and still confused about how exactly you had ended up in this position, not on the floor, but in this situation.

He grips your arm with a strong hand, pulling you up and steadying you as you stagger, the dizziness still not disappearing due to the excessive amount of alcohol you had consumed the night before.

As he helps you stand you notice the sunlight reflecting off the arm of the stranger, the metal left arm that causes your heart to skip a beat and the feeling of a golf-ball sized lump in your throat. You hadn’t recalled any of your past Tinder dates having a prosthetic arm and you panic, realizing that you really had no idea who this man was.

“I-“ You pull away, your eyes darting from his arm to the folded up clothes on the chair in the corner of the room.

The clothes you had worn to the party!

Fragments of the night come flooding back, but still with no memory of this mysterious, handsome man.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, his eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

Wait… Y/N?

“You know me?”

“Yeah! You’re Nat’s roommate! She introduced us at the party last night.”

“Introduced us?” You search your mind for any recollection, finding it surprising that you couldn’t remember this muscular man, with the dark hair and stubble surrounding the most gorgeous lips.

Damn, I bet they taste soft.

“I’m not surprised you don’t remember. You were already 4 drinks in, and you were trying to go shot to shot with me. I tried explaining to you that I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, but you kept going. Basically had to carry you back here.”

“Back… here?” You ask, squinting as your head begins to throb again.

“Yeah. My place.” He turns around, heading into the ensuite bathroom that you hadn’t noticed before. “I was going to bring you back to your house but you lost your keys and I was unable to get a hold of Natasha since she took off for shawarma with my friend Sam.” He shouts from the other room, before returning with a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol.

You accept it gratefully, not caring that you willingly took drugs from a man you still weren’t sure you trusted.

“I’m Bucky, by the way. In case you don’t remember. Bucky Barnes.”

You nod, unsure of what to say next as your mind was still breaking free from the alcohol induced haze. Your eyes trail down towards the pair of plain white boxers Bucky is wearing, and you gasp as you remember that you are also standing there in your underwear.

You dash towards the chair, pulling the tight black dress over your head.

“I- Did we-“ You don’t know how to ask, and you hope he understands your gesture as you motion towards his near-naked body. Seeing him blush 3 different shades of red comforts you slightly, and you smile slightly through the panic.

“No! I would never- You were completely wasted!” He fumbles with his fingers, avoiding eye contact.

Your heart sinks as you realize you offended him, and you try to crack a joke. “There’s not too many other scenarios I can think of that offer a valid reason for waking up in a man’s bed in only my underwear.”

He chuckles, smirking and you almost swoon as you notice his handsome smile for the first time. “Clearly you’ve never met yourself drunk.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, the pain in your head finally dissipating.

“Well, first of all I insisted you sleep in your clothes, but when I went to grab a trash can in case you vomited again-“ You wince as he stresses the word. “And by the time I came back you had already stripped down. And then when I tried to sleep on the floor, you started crying telling me you were afraid you were going to float away like a balloon and you wanted me to, and I quote, keep your string grounded.”

You curse, not bothering to keep it in your head this time, as embarrassment flushed your face. You grab your purse from the chair, sighing in relief as you notice your phone safely inside the front pocket of the bag.

“I mean, I’m not complaining. I just wish the next time I’m in bed with a beautiful women-“ He pauses. “No, God sorry. I’m going to stop talking now, I’m horrible at flirting. This is awkward”

“Flirting?” You’re taken aback.

He’s beaming now, his smile stretching from a smirk and into a full-blown smile. “I don’t save all pretty drunk girls I meet from choking on their own vomit, you know.”

It’s your turn to blush now as you swing your purse over your shoulder. “Well, thank you for being my hero.”

A loud buzz breaks the tension and you pull out your phone to silence it, seeing several missed calls from Natasha.

“Oh wow.” Your eyes widen as you read the new text that pops up on the tiny screen.

Did you fuck him yet?

“What is it?” He asks.

You quickly shove your phone back into your purse as you turn to look at Bucky. “It’s Nat- she’s just worried about me… I should probably go.” You lied.

“Do you need a ride?” He asks, grabbing a pair of jeans slung over the end of the bed.

“Oh- Maybe? I’m not exactly sure where I am.”

“Ah. I don’t live too far from Nat, but it’s too hot out. And heatstroke can make hangovers so much worse.” He holds the bedroom door open for you and you head into the hallway, not noticing as he grabs something from the dresser before he follows you out.

He tosses you a heavy helmet and you almost drop it, not expecting the object to be thrust into your arms.

“What’s this for?” You question.

“For your ride. Just one rule, though. Don’t throw up on my bike, dollface.”

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where model Y/N is attacked in Paris.

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N are in Paris for Fashion Week 2020 earlier this year. To celebrate her first time walking for Gucci, Harry decides to take her out for a dinner date when a crazy youtube prankster attacks her while leaving the restaurant and Harry get furious as standing up to defend his girl.

word count: 3.5K

warning: rude and disrespectful attitude, invasion of personal space, violence, anxiety attack quote. DON’T read it if you feel uncomfortable.

author’s note: HIII, I know this took me a while. I was working on it when I got a cold and just couldn’t think of anything to finish writing this, but I’m much better now for god’s sake. I’d like to apologize with whoever requested this for taking such a long time to post it and say a huge thank you or requesting this too! This is completely inspired by what happened to Gigi Hadid in 2016(I guess) and I remember seeing this video and thinking why someone would do that, also, Gigi said once that the guy was lucky Zayn wasn’t with her sooooo I guess I just think Harry would be so furious because even though he’s a very chill guy, his girl safety and well being is the one thing that matters the most to him.

gigi’s video for the ones who didn’t see it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjsPmjqmcvs

February 27th, 2020

Today was the first time that you ever walked for Gucci, and it was amazing, you were beyond happy because getting where you are today being a short model and only being 22 years old it's something to be proud of. It hasn't been easy all the time but you were slowly making your way to the top and that's more than enough. And you were highly grateful for Harry either, of course you walked Gucci's show because of your talent and hard working and no one doubted that, but Harry did a important role in your newest contract with Gucci because you met the team because of him and his Gucci obsession. But anyway, the fashion show was amazing, and you had Harry on the crowd cheering for you all the time and God, he was so proud! He couldn’t even handle himself. He was recording everything and even got up when you did the catwalk next to him as he kept taking multiple pictures. If you have to be real, almost 90% of those pictures looked really bad because he wasn't focusing on the phone but he also wanted to register this moment and when you'd look through them later you'd actually laugh because most of them had a very blur image.

When the fashion show ended, he had to congratulate you backstage. As you were starting to take off your outfit, you listened to your boyfriend's rough voice making you turn around to face him and see the biggest smile on his face, you could clearly see his dimples on the side of his cheek. He walked over to you instantly wrapping his strong arms around your figure hugging you so tight that you were even afraid that he would get the feat of ruining the rest of clothes you still had on.

— You were so great, I'm so pround of you! — Harry said on a low tone next to your ear before breaking the hug and looking carefully to your face. You had this crazy green eyeshadow that were halfway gone by now which caused him to chuckle — I love your eye look, it looks fabulous! — Harry said making you bend over to stare at the mirror behind you only realizing now you haven't finished taking off your makeup yet. You stand straight again giving him a mocking expression as you grabbed the makeup wipe you were using from the makeup table behind both of you.

— I know, I'm thinking about wearing this everywhere because it's just really fashion! — you ironically said taking a smirk out of him as you turned around sitting on the chair in front of the mirror so you could have a sight of how you're makeup were doing — But thank you, you know I appreciate it!

— I do! And that's why I'll congratulate you by taking you out for dinner tonight! — Harry said walking towards you resting his hands on both of your shoulders squeezing them gently as he bends over giving you a small kiss on your neck.

— Oh, like a dinner date? — You'd ask with a smirk on as you felt goosebumps on your kiss with his little kiss.

— Exactly like a dinner date! And later, we can have our own private celebration! — He'd say with a smirk on his lips as you finished taking your makeup off — What d' you think? Sounds good? — He asked you and you nodded at him and just some minutes later you both were out stage going back to your hotel in Paris. Harry called Jeff and asked him if he could make a reservation for both of you for tonight around 8 pm and he glady did, so as it was already 6 pm and as you both were probably the one couple in the world who takes the longest to get ready, you'd come back to the hotel and started getting ready already.

Jeff made an appointment for both of you to go to Le Cinq restaurant which is located near the Eiffel Tower and Arc of Triumph. You absolutely loved Paris at night, for some reason it seemed more magical and interesting to you. The weather, the lights, the fashion and the language that you learned to master well through the years warmed your heart whenever you’d go there. When you were a child, you got used to always hearing your mom tells you:’’whenever you’re in love, go to Paris’’, and for this reason Paris was one of the first places where you and Harry traveled together as couple. Harry didn’t use to travel a lot for by the way. MOst of the time, he used to travel for work, so this changed a lot since you started dating because you love to travel. You’ve always been a free spirit person, the kind of person that goes wherever the winds takes you so with the time Harry became like this too as you started taking him to do the craziest things on the craziest places around the world.

You felt the car slower it’s velocity as it got closer to the front of the restaurant, and you both could see by the window that the front was packed. As it was Paris Fashion Week, there were a lot of celebrities in the city and usually, fans settled in front of popular places around the city hoping they’d have a chance to meet their favorite celebs and even though you were already used to crowds at this point of your life, they’d still make you a little nervous, especially when it was in places not well known to you like a city you don’t live on.

— You’ll have to guide me because these shoes are really high and I don't want to step on anyone's feet — You said to Harry while putting your phone in the small black Prada bag you carried with you with your head down looking carefully to it because you’ve lost the count of how many times you thought you had put the phone inside your bag and you didn’t.

— It's alright! Hold my hand because there are a lot of people here! — Said Harry bringing his left hand up to your face to put a lock of hair of yours that fell in your face behind your ear and you nodded to him. Harry was really protective over you, and he has been that way since the beginning of your relationship. He’d always put your safety first anytime you’d go out together. When it was his about his concerts, you’d usually discuss about the fact that you want to be in the audience and he wants you to be backstage. It’d taken you a few minutes to convince him that everything was going to be fine, but it would also have days that it didn’t matter how much time you try to convince him he’d beg you to stay backstage so he could be relaxed during the performance. But you were grateful for him being that way, you were grateful that he cared so much about your well being because you know exactly how much some relationships can be destructive and you felt lucky to have someone this good in your life. Of course he wasn’t perfect, neither of you were but who is? He tried his best and that’s what matters the most.

But anyway, Harry held your hand tightly and opened the car door, immediately feeling the camera’s flashes burning your faces and listening to some fans starting to shout. Harry’s bodyguards got between both of you and the crowd guiding your way to the entrance of the restaurant and you felt the heat from the crowd instantly even though the weather in Paris was only 59°F, it’d feel lot warmer until you entered the place. And that is one special kind of a place, The decoration was perfectly splendid, gorgeous and marvelous if you must say. The touches of gold and light blue mixed with the yellow coloration of lights and the spectacular french food scent brought a cozy and elegant vibe.The restaurant was a little full, nothing out of the common and you observed the many different sizes of tables and the groups of people in it.

You both were taken to your table that was located next to the windows but wasn’t actually on the windows at it still had people outside and it feels weird to eat with people watching you. Anyway, Harry as the gentleman he is pulled the chair for you as he always did even though you had told him there’s no need for that. You both ordered glasses of your favorite white wine, neither of you were heavy drinkers but as it was a celebration it was much needed. The date happened naturally, just as all the laughing, talking and even gossips. This the casual couple gossip that you two would have, but it happened naturally. None of you ever felt like you had to pretend to be anybody else except yourself around each other.

During the night, Harry would get lost in your face admiring your features while you’re talking. He would admire the way your eyebrows move when you’d change expressions, the way your eyes would form a very tiny line when you tried to see something that was away from you, he’d admire your smile and the sound of your laugh anytime you’d remember of something funny or he’d tell you something funny and he’d think of how lucky he is to have you, because even though he knows that sometimes he can be a pain in the ass(just as you can too) , you’re very lucky to have one another and to have someone who would make you feel this great and free about who you are. Because who you are is exactly who you need to be. Of course both of you believes that changing and envolving it’s the most important thing to do and sometimes you’d be surprised to see how much you both grew from the beginning of your relationship until today and that would bring smile to your faces. He feels lucky to be able to call you his girl, and god you loved when he’d do it. You loved when he was about to present you to someone and say ‘’This is my girl Y/N’’, it’d cause you to open a big smile because it felt natural. You’re his and he’s yours, period.

When you both decided it was time to call it a night Harry paid the check against what you wanted because you wanted to pay this time. You’d honestly hate to have people paying for you, and this would usually be a point of discussion between you and Harry. You don't know why but you hate it, and it's just the gentleman in Harry wanting to spoil his girl again and again until he get tired of doing it, but he never does.

You were about to leave the restaurant when Harry slid his right hand around your waist bringing you closer to him very calmly to kiss your cheek.

— I know you want to say hi to everyone but just walk to the car, alright? — He'd lowly talk next to your ear making you look at him with a serious expression — It's for your safety, love! It's late now, and we don't know who's there. — And he was right, it was past midnight now and there were still some people out there. How can they stand there in this cold weather? But anyway, you agreed with him as you both walked your way to outside. You felt flashes again, blinding flashing lights making you look to the ground as Harry held his hand on the back of your back guiding you to the car.

As you walked towards the car, you felt a small hand touch your arm and you looked over to see a little girl with probably 12 or 13 years. She pursued tired eyes, and your heart ached with just the thought of keeping walking back to the car because you had no idea of how much time she’s been outside waiting for you so you stopped walking and bend down a little to get close to her height which made Harry stops walking immediately looking a little surprised but he understood when he saw you taking a picture with the little girl and how your face lightens up after it. You asked her what was her name and her age and she answered that her name was Lily and she was 13 she told you that she wants to be a model just like you when she grows older and that melted your heart. You smiled at her and told her that she could do whatever she wanted to and told her that when she grows up and becomes a model, you’d love to walk a show with her. When you’d stand up again you saw Harry looking at you with a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t deny he loves your kindness to every person in the world. It made his heart happy to know that he’s with someone with the same life philosophy than him. So he turned around to open the car door for you when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist lifting you up and you froze.

— What the fu... — You'd shout before starting to hit him on his arms with your elbows as you'd move your legs trying to kick him with your heels. You'd feel flashes on your face and heat on your body increasing. It was the adrenaline and you were furious at this point. — Get...Off...Me — You'd shout as you'd hit his face with your elbows as well, Harry looked over to you and stormed out. He'd swear he'd never been like this in his life, he'd basically run to behind the guy's back and put his arm around his neck, Harry'd give him a punch right in the middle of his back and a slightly kick on the back of his knee to destabilise the guy which put you free by the moment he started to fall. Harry's bodyguard would hold you immediately trying to push you away from the crowd as you looked at Harry pushing the guy away from you.

— What the fuck were you doing? — Harry'd shout right into the man's face and watch as the man started to walk away from the crowd but Harry would go after him. Harry swears to god he couldn't even feel his body at the time. He was completely numb, moved by adrenaline and all he wanted to do was to beat the shit out of that man. — WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? — Harry'd shout walking after him getting no response which just made him angrier. At that time he didn't care about the cameras or whoever was watching him, he couldn't calm down when someone threated his girl safety and personal space. It didn't even need to be you. If he saw anyone threatening a woman's safety, he'd freak out in anger.

You felt the bodyguards strong hands trying to push you away from the situation because that's what Harry would want him to do. He tried walking you towards the car, but you were reluctantly screaming for Harry because he could get himself hurt if he didn't come back to the car now. The other bodyguard walked after Harry grabbing him by the arm and Harry turned over to look at him with so much anger on his look and you'd swear you never saw him like this but then he did started walking over to you again.

You finally entered the car and closed the door. You felt in panic. Basically paralyzed, you felt your anxiety attacking and your hands shaking. You could literally hear your heart beating so fast and loud that it scares you.

— Go get him! Follow him to hell. I don't care! Take him to the police office! — You'd listen to Harry talks firmly to his bodyguards as he opened the car's door and entered in it. He took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you. His heart broke at that moment. You were a mess. You couldn't even feel the tears leaving your eyes, but he did see them. He saw your hands shaking and how scared your eyes looked and at that moment all of his anger left his body — Love... — He'd sigh getting closer to you while wrapping his arms around your now-fragile figure. He could feel your entire body shaking on his arms. He caressed your hair with one of his hands as he hugged you tight to calm you down. He'd look to the driver and make a sign for him to start driving back to your hotel — Are ya okay? You're hurt? Did he hurt you? — He'd talk on a calm tone squeezing you a little on his arms. You'd lift your head up to look at him with red wet eyes shaking your head to him.

— I'm sorry! — You'd say lowly. He did tell you to walk straight to the car, and you didn't listen to him.

— It's not your fault, love! — He'd say wiping some of your tears and then carefully kissing both of cheeks — Don't worry about it, everything's gonna be fine, alright? It's okay!

You'd spent the rest of the ride in silence. A comfortable silence. You'd be laying your head on his shoulder while holding his head getting your breathing and heart back to normal and your phones would start buzzing with notifications of what happened but none of you would see it, not now.

When you got to your hotel, you'd get out of the car in the garage. You'd both walk slowly to the elevator and slowing to your room. You entered the room going directly to the king sized bed and throwing yourself in it because you felt like getting in a coma and just waking up to a time where all this drama would go away. Harry'd walk towards you and sit in bed beside you. He'd put both of his hands on your shoulders massaging them slowly.

— I'll prepare you a bath, so you can relax a little before sleeping, how's that sound? — He'd say trying to cheer you up a little bit.

— Sounds great, thank you love! — You'd turn your head to look at him with a forced smile on your lips. Harry'd bend down to kiss your hair line before leaving to the bathroom.

He'd try his best to make you feel the most comfortable to sleep tonight. He'd prepare you a bath. He'd give you a message, he'd brush your hair for you but actually, he loves to do that. He loves to brush your hair before you go to bed, it was more like a routine for you both. He loves to feel your long locks on his fingers and to feel the sweet scent of it. He'd cuddle you until you fall asleep too, he'd even be the big spoon tonight so you could sleep on his chest breathing his perfume because he hoped that'd make you have a good night of sleep.

And after you did, he'd look on the things on his phone. All the posts about you being attacked in Paris and him beating the guy who did it were just too much and he felt sorry that you'd have to see and read all of those stuff as soon as you unblock your phone. A lot of your friends texted him asking what happened and if you were ok. He'd answer the closest ones only, like his mom and Gemma, your mom, Bella and Jeff. He didn't know what you'll decide about the next fashion shows you had to walk, but he also knows that no one would blame you if you just chose to come back home in NYC.

Harry didn't sleep at that night at all, he couldn't stop looking for what happened and why it happened. The next day, it was everywhere in the media and later you'd found out that the guy was a youtuber and he was making a prank when he posted his stupid youtube vlog with "I pranked Harry Styles's girlfriend and he punched me" as a title. You'd sue him for sure. You don't like taking those kind of actions, but it was necessary, he had to understand that you cannot disrespect people like this, specially people you don't know.

After that you'd probably understand why Harry is so protective over you and Harry would actually get ten times more protective, if I had to be honest. But as the time passed by and quarantine came you both would leave it behind and move on with your life because in the end of the day you both will still have one another.

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can i request diluc’s s/o trying to convince him to perform this song at the windblume festival

the s/o plays the guitar

kaeya plays the drums

rosaria plays the piano

and venti plays his lyre

anon... ur mind... bless....

also its been a long time since ive used tumblr outside of posting my writings, WHEN WAS PUTTING HYPERLINKS IN ASKS A THING?

[ i tweaked some of the ideas you offered... just read :) ]

this request killed me its so long. sorry if its weird.

[[ Summary: The wind embodies change, and with it, even the Harpastum festival must change... And you're intent on bringing the change.

Word Count: 4'855 ]]

Countless pages of sheet music, of instruments awkwardly acquired through countless means, songs written...

You looked over the mass of objects. It looked messy, but... hey, they weren't being used right now!

Harpastum had always been a great time for celebration, for bringing loud joy and exuberance... And you were in charge of heralding another change in the City of the Wind.

You intended on putting together a massive performance, a band all together to play music, and to gather Mondstadt to bear witness. However, there was a few problems with this..

You may have written all the music, but you were one person. You couldn't play all the instruments, even if you had reasonable grasp of all of them, and you definitely couldn't sing the lead part--Your voice just couldn't project well enough, as well as you couldn't hit the necessary notes.

You had a few weeks before it was time for you to put everyone on the stage... was that enough time?

... You'd have to figure it out then.

Maybe you could ask Barbara for help? She had her own concerts from time to time, as Mondstadt's Idol herself, so... She might know how to help.

... Sigh. The cathedral.

A quick walk through and a few questions with the sisters told you Barbara was taking a day off--of course, you were happy for her! She never was very good at taking care of herself, but it just left you frustrated with the fact that you truly were alone to figure this out...

You couldn't sit another minute amongst countless instruments that taunted you, so you sat on a bench, looking over the papers you carried with you...

You could take one of the spots... Whatever was left over, really, minus being the singer. Actually--you had an idea of who could be the singer, so you didn't really worry too much, that'd be the easiest of this whole ordeal... it was just... everything else.

"Yahoo! Wah-ACK!"

You jerked your head up, seeing Venti gliding right above you, then a spear shot over him, shooting through his windglider, destroying it as he crashed to the ground, rolling like a dropped sack of potatoes pushed down a hill, but just managing to jump up with a sigh.

"Dangit. Oh, hi!" He trotted over to you, as though he had not been nearly maimed by a sudden weapon, "Hey! What are you looking at?" He was still panting when he bent at the waist, not minding your personal space as he looked at the music, you panicked and pulled it to your chest.

"I-... Are you okay?" You asked, and Venti just shrugged, sitting down next to you.

"I've been worse. I just made a sister very angry at me... Nothing new!"

You looked at him oddly, only to hear the sound of feet stomping on the stone ground, and to see a sister standing over you--

No, over him.

"Bard," She said, harshly, "I could imprison you beneath the Knight headquarters this instant for this, you know."

Venti stood up, "Of course, but! Ack!" With one hand, he held onto his chest, and dramatically fell back, one hand holding the back of the bench, "You've already wounded me so... was this a suffecient enough punishment...?" He asked, dramatically rasping for death,

"Blegh..." He stumbled back, and fell over the back of the bench, his legs from the knee-down hanging over the top of it.

The woman just groaned, shaking her head and grabbing one of his legs, tossing it off to the side of the bench, hearing Venti go oomf! As he completely hit the ground, and the woman took the spot he was just sitting in.

"What do you have there?" She asked, looking over.

"Well, hello to you too, Rosaria."

Rosaria looked at your face--no emotion on her own, and she just repeated herself, "What do you have there?"

You handed over the papers, and she took, holding them with much more care than Venti ever would of--He already slung his arms over the back of the bench, his chin resting atop it so he could watch whatever you and Rosaria were doing, in a... metaphorically front row seat.

"I'm planning something for Harpastum. A... concert, like Barbara's. But I can't really find the people I need." You admitted, genuinely, and she flipped through it a little. Eventually, you noticed she was looking over the piano part.

"I see. Nothing to be concerned of, for me or for you." She set it down on the bench between the both of you, only for Venti to snatch it up, snooping through it as well.

"What do you mean?" You asked, watching Venti out of the corner of your eye.

"Well, you're not sharing anything dangerous with the bard-" She reached over, and flicked him right between the eyes.

"Owwie... you're mean." Venti pouted, for all of two seconds before he went back to reading through it all- the sheet music, the plans, the lyrics, all that.

"As well as the piano part looked simple enough... Don't bother asking the other sister," Rosaria leaned back, "But anyone who knows and has limber enough hands to keep up can play it."

"I like this trumpet part," Venti mentioned, idly, "It's... bouncy."

"Well, it's supposed to be... and if you two iike it so much..."

Both of them locked their gazes right on you,

"Would you be willing to just play a little? And-and if you like it, maybe play for the concert? it's not a big thing, I promise!"

There was a silence, before Venti shouted--loudly, "Of course! Even if it's different than normal, a bard always strives to entertain!"

He then dramatically fell behind the bench again, with a loud oomf.

You idly wonder how he's not permanently as purple as a grape from all the bumps and bruises he gets.

"... Hm. What's in it for me?"

You looked at her helplessly...

"... Conner has a special batch of wine brewing for Harpastum, meant to be drunk near-frozen... for the heat, you know? I can get Diluc to get you a bottle."

Rosaria's eyes widened.

"Wait, do I get wine too?" Venti asked, peeking over the back of the bench.

You sighed, "Everyone who performs will get a bottle of this special wine, I promise!"

Venti, again, cheered loudly.

"Hm," Rosaria hummed, "I'll try out playing the part, at least. Do you have a piano? I don't really want the other sisters to yell at me for playing such..." she raised her hands, doing air quotes, "violent music in the Cathedral."

"I do, I do," you stood up, more than a little excited, "It's at my place, come on! Fair warning, it's a bit of a mess, but it's not like I'm having the concert there."

"Meh, everything's messy at some point." Venti shrugged, and Rosaria simply said nothing, letting you lead the both of them forth...

Oh, this was all coming together!

...

By the time the three of you got there, the first thing you did was move the drums--ah, still needed a drummer, oh well. You moved them out of the way to give access to the piano, adjusting the drums to make it all the easier for whoever came next to play... and, tucked away, you pulled out the trumpet, all but shoving it into Venti's hands as Rosaria sat down.

On the piano, you set down Rosaria's part, and you placed a stand before Venti, setting the sheet music down for the trumpet there..

"Okay... Rosaria?" You looked over at her, and she just tilted her head to look at you, "How about you play your part--Venti, if you blow that in my ear, I will end you."

Venti, sheepishly, tucked the trumpet behind his back, "What? Why would I do that... Ehe..."

You glared at him, "Oh, and..." You fumbled around with the clutter, finding a metronome and setting it on top of the piano, setting it to the right beat...

And without prompting, Rosaria began playing, near slamming her fingertips onto the keys of the piano--nothing like the music that was played in the Cathedral, that was always gentle, loving tickling of the ivory keys, but this was loud and harsh, banging, as though demanding you to move.

"Perfect!" You couldn't help but shout out, making Rosaria hit a wrong key, and she jerked around to glare at you.

"... Sorry," you admitted, "But, oh my goodness... It's perfect! Please, please tell me you'll play!" You were ready to get down on your knees and beg...

She examined your expression...

"... Maybe. Assuming you can get everyone else. And I expect a sample of the wine before we get on stage."

"Of course, of course, that's-that's more than acceptable!"

"Heyyy..." Venti whined, "What about me?"

"Oh, right," Venti just withered at that statement, "Don't do that, now... your turn, Venti."

He perked up without an issue, pressing the trumpet to his lips, and you flipped the sheet music to its first page--

And it was loud, each note forced out with excitement and enthusiasm, Venti all but dancing as he played, even as both his hands were on the trumpet itself, bouncing where he stood--

The music sounded just as excited as he looked.

"Perfect!"

Once again, you made one of your bandmates [ Oh, bandmates! This is really coming together! ] jump, and play a wrong note.

You couldn't be bothered to care!

"Okay, okay! That leaves... That leaves the drums and the guitar..."

You looked at both, focusing on them... "I can play both, but..."

You sighed, withering again at the realization that you were still just at the beginning.

"Not at once..."

Venti looked over the drums curiously for a moment... And smiled.

"I have an idea-"

"You're not going to play them with your feet, Venti."

"THAT WASN'T MY IDEA... Even if it's totally a great idea. But--isnt there a particular Cavalry Captain who was raised in a rich family? They do love teaching their children the musical arts..." Venti hummed.

You stared blankly for a moment, "Kae...ya? Do you actually think he knows how to play, well, anything?"

"Duh, he's a rich boy!" Venti shouted, "Sure, Diluc is the actual rich boy, but we all know he'd rather kiss a Hilichurl than go on stage!"

... You hoped not.

"Well, I suppose it's worth a shot. Do you two want to come with me?"

"Sure!"

"I've got nothing better to do."

What a merry little band you've gotten, all parading your way down to the Knight's headquarters.

It didn't take long to find the office Kaeya was in, all three of you filtering in, all but surrounding his desk, and Kaeya looked up suspiciously, setting down the pen in hand.

"I'd ask if this was an intervention about my drinking, but none of you are able to say anything about it."

Venti, "Hey!"

Rosaria, "Fair."

You just huffed.

"No, this isn't an intervention... yet," You knew Diluc had been getting worried about Kaeya's drinking as of late, but this wasn't the time nor the place, "We have a little... performance going on for the Harpastum, and a little bird told me you know how to play a few instruments."

Kaeya's gaze turned to Venti, and he quirked a brow, before looking back at you, "Maybe... What's this performance?"

You bounced a little where you stood--this meant he might actually say yes! Maybe. Hopefully. Possibly.

"W-well, I've composed some music, it's... Not so much a ballad, but closer to how Barbara sings. It's meant to have a lead singer, a guitarist, a drummer," you nodded to Rosaria, "A pianist," and then to Venti, "And someone on the trumpet."

"So... where do you want me?"

You stared hoplessly.

"... Anywhere."

Venti lightly tapped your arm, speaking in a low voice, hiding his mouth from Kaeya with one flat hand, "Don't sound so desperate."

"I am desperate." You whispered back, less secretive about it.

"Hm... So, paint me a picture," he leaned back in his seat, "What's the whole setup?"

You, exasperatedly, explained it all.

There was supposed to be a lead singer--sadly, you couldn't take the role despite all your hard work, simply because your voice didn't work with what you needed--and behind, or perhaps, beside the lead singer was the accompanying band. The whole concert wasn't supposed to be terribly long, just to whet the appetite of the audience. If it went well, this could be a great sign for your future, and honestly, you just wanted to see the joy you could bring to others.

Kaeya didn't say anything, just humming, nodding every so often, as you spoke... until, he smiled.

"Alright. I'm in. I can take the drums--I always did like percussion... But I don't exactly have a set of my own."

"Oh!" You were beaming, "I have-I have a set, I have all the instruments at my place, and... and I can play the guitar, so..."

You lead the group, all the way back to your place, giving Kaeya a few minutes to adjust to it, and you had the guitar in your hands, and you all managed to, barely, play the first few seconds of it, before it got a little cluttered...

But if you all could already do a little together, with little to no practice...

Well, you only needed time and the lead singer, and that was the easiest of your troubles... after all, how could he say no to you.

...

"No."

Diluc had his arms folded over his chest, nearly glaring at you after you proposed the idea, and you were stunned for a second, expecting him to say yes immediately, you didn't really have a back up response in mind.

"No...?" You asked again, softly.

"I don't like being in... the metaphorical or literal spotlight. You know this."

You did, but...

"Diluc, you're perfect for the spot... And it won't be long, I promise! If it goes bad, you never have to do it again... I already have the other spots fulfilled..."

Diluc's gazed softened a little, and he looked away from you.

"You can't expect me to be your saving grace all the time," he, gently, scolded, "It's not fair for you to plan me into things without my consent."

You were... stunned.

He was right, but...

"... I know." You admitted, "I know, I know, it was selfish... but I really, really need you... Can you, just... Give me one chance? And just do this for me?"

Diluc's hands twitched.

"I'll consider it. I don't think I'd be as good of a match for the spot as you'd think." He admitted, genuinely.

"It's made for you... how about this--I get you the sheet music with the lyrics, and... you don't have to see the rest of the band yet. You can just... try it out on your own? See how it feels? If you truly hate it, then you don't have to."

There was a moment of silence, and Diluc was adjusting his gloves--a clear sign that he was, truly, thinking about it.

"Fine."

From anyone else, the word would have seemed stern, but it just sounded so soft coming from him.

"I have to go see someone... Just leave it on my desk and I'll go through it."

Oh, oh, you could only hope he'd end up showing...

Hope, hope, hope...

...

And you did hope, even if you were worried. More than once you'd come home, hearing him singing his lines oh-so beautifully, but as you tried to stealthily get closer, he always heard your footsteps, no matter how careful you were and went silent, denying he had ever once sung.

Did he really hate the idea so much?

... Didn't matter. It was time to practice, and Kaeya was setting everyone off, tapping his drumsticks together to set up a beat--

"One, two, three, four!"

And everyone was playing together--of course, it wasn't perfect, but it was good. They were managing to work together, and it sounded just as good, no, better than you had hoped... Of course it would sound better with all the parts together, instead of just each all on their own.

All it needed was a little more practice, and the lead singer.

You just desperately hoped that it was all going to end up alright.

The song ended, and Kaeya was half panting--he really did go all out with the drums, Venti even opted to sitting on the ground, and as far as you could tell, despite the fast paced music and the high demand for energy, she didn't seem to have broken a sweat.

"That's... oh boy, yeah, we're going to need practice." Kaeya said, half hunched over, "I forgot how much energy this took."

"We have a few weeks, still." You tried to console him, "Everyone should be ready by then."

"Even your mystery singer?" Rosaria asked.

"Yeah, you keep saying you have one, but... it's alright if you don't. I don't think I could take the part and drum, but I can probably find someone..."

"No, I do, I do!" You insisted.

You hoped.

Only time would tell.

...

You sat there, head in your hands...

It was today, and Diluc and Kaeya left weeks ago. Venti sat beside you, his hand on your back, and Rosaria paced back and forth.

"I'm going to kill them," Rosaria declared, "I'm going to kill both of them for ditching like this, for doing this to you. To all of us."

It seemed, maybe, she was all torn up about this... in her own way--Of course, this had bonded everyone together, but...

"I just..." You sighed, and Rosaria stopped in her tracks. You couldn't help the tears that came to your eyes, "I worked so hard... and Kaeya nor Diluc didn't even tell me where he went..."

"Oh... No, no, it's nothing bad, I promise." Venti reassured, "There was a threat... I-I can't really tell you everything, or else I'm dead, but he didn't just leave because of this, I promise."

"But Kaeya, as well?" You looked at Venti's face...

"He went with Diluc."

"How do you know?" Rosaria glared at him.

"W-Well, I helped them get a ride... It was quite a dire situation, you know!"

He was lying, but you didn't care. Maybe he was just lying to make it hurt a little bit less.

"I'm sure, once one comes, the other will be here too..."

"I can't reschedule this," you sighed, "Everyone was so excited... I can't just... give up..."

Venti hugged you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder...

You were so caught up that you didn't even hear the footsteps approaching,

"About time, assholes."

"Hey, I didn't mean to disappear like that!"

A shadow came over you, and you lifted your head, seeing Diluc standing there--

"Are you-OOMF!"

You leapt at Diluc, almost causing him to fall back onto his ass, but he was able to hold you close, keeping you both from falling.

"Diluc... I was so scared, I was so worried..." You buried your face into his coat, "Don't leave like that ever again."

For a moment, he was silent, looking around as everyone was looking at him... But, gently, he pried you off of him,

"Hey," he said, softly, "We still have a concert to put on."

You stared at him, confused, before it all hit you at once, "Oh, oh my gods, you're right! Oh, we-we need to set up, no, no we need to practice... you two are... okay to play, right?"

Kaeya looked over at Diluc curiously, "Two...?"

"I meant, are you okay to play?" You detached from Diluc entirely, trying to focus on him.

"Honestly, I'm about ready to die, but one concert before I do isn't the end of the world." He joked, "Now... Let's get practicing. I'm rusty and I don't want to fuck this up."

"... I'll be getting things ready for you." Diluc said, feeling forgotten amongst the chaos.

"Right, and..." You pressed a kiss to Diluc's cheek, "Thank you."

It only took one more moment for you to focus back on the others, bringing them all to where they'd practice...

You wondered, was Diluc really intending on just showing up last minute?

Did he ever practice?

Well...

You were about to find out.

...

Everyone was set up. The instruments, everyone was dressed in suits--even Rosaria and yourself. Rosaria insisted she did not want to wear a dress, and you decided that since everyone else was wearing a suit, you'd wear one as well, appearing uniformly.

It was unbuttoned a little further than what was considered professional, but... hey, it looked good, even if Rosaria really looked like she was about to commit an accidental act of public indecency...

Everyone was there, except...

Him.

"Do you actually have that lead singer?" Rosaria asked, addressing the elephant in the room, "He hasn't been in a single one of our rehearsals..."

"Of course I do, he's just..." You hesitated, "He's not the most social. I promise, I promise... That he'll show."

There was a silence, you couldn't help but just sit there... Wondering in terror if, despite everything, Diluc wasn't going to show. You knew he was mad about you planning him into it without his consent, or even knowledge, but... Was he really going to punish you like this?

It was a bit cruel, but you couldn't blame him. You sat down, and sighed, head in your hands. Venti trotted over, sitting beside you and setting his hand on your back.

"It'll go great, singer or no singer." He reassured, "We've worked so hard, we can do it even if you dumb singer stands you up."

"Don't call him dumb," you scolded, lightly, "We... just... I don't know. I put him in a bad spot." You admitted, genuinely, seeing how Kaeya and Rosaria walked over, "He might be mad at me."

"Well, you're human." Kaeya reassured, "You mess up. If he can't accept that you'll mess up and cause problems sometimes, maybe he's a bit too rough on you."

"Yeah... and-I did apologize, I know I did wrong, but... We talked about it, and I'm working on not doing something so spontaneous again... But he also knows this means... a lot to me."

A moment of silence, and Kaeya got down on one knee, tilting your chin up to look at him.

"Hey sweetness," he said, softly, "It's alright. We're going to make him regret not showing, alright?"

Rosaria kneeled beside him, "We'll do it together, then I'll do it personally."

You sighed... then chuckled softly, pushing yourself to your feet.

"Thank you. With or without Mister No-Show, the show will go on." You declared... sure, it wasn't what was expected, but you can make it work..!

You hoped.

"Apologies... I'm not late, am I?"

You spun on your heel to look at who just walked in, Diluc... Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

And, as expected, he dressed perfectly.

A fine suit, somewhat similar to Kaeya's, however even if he had just as many buttons undone as Kaeya did over his chest, exposing just enough to make it interesting... it felt so much more... taunting when it was on him.

He even had a little bit of make-up on, some blush on his cheeks, eyeliner, some bright red lipstick that matched his hair, that was done up in a high ponytail...

"Rosaria, you owe me a drink." Kaeya said, and the woman just sighed.

"I'll just pay you."

You looked back at them, barely able to tear your eyes off of him.

"What?" You asked, "Did... Did you guys really make a bet over who the singer was?"

Kaeya just smiled, "Of course. Who would it be, rather than our lovely Master Diluc?" He gestured to Diluc, who didn't seem pleased in the slightest.

"Albedo." Rosaria said, flatly. "But it figures he'd scare us all."

You had a hard time imagining Albedo singing in a concert, but you could argue the same about Diluc.

"Well, it doesn't matter," He shot a glance at Rosaria, "I hope you're ready," Kaeya spun the drumsticks around in his hands, walking back over to the drum set, "Because we're about to start."

"Shouldn't we get a rehearsal with our singer, though?" Venti looked at the concealing curtain--it muffled their conversation, but it wouldn't muffle them all playing.

"We don't want them to hear a rehearsal, we want the first thing they hear to be our best." You declared. "Diluc ... You're ready for this, right?"

You were terrified he was going to mess this up--after all ... He may not have practiced at all!

"Of course," he held your hand, "I know how much this means to you. Now... let's get this started.

...

Lights blaring, the instruments deafening him from all angles, Diluc just counted the beats in his head, trying to keep in tune with it all... Oh, he felt like he could die right here.

No dying.

No giving up.

The show must go on.

Microphone in hand, he began--

"It's a wonderful life-"

He held his hand out to the crowd,

"Please could you kiss my name,"

For the single, not even full beat he had, he blew a kiss to the audience, hearing shouting in turn,

"When the music's oh-ver?"

With the following words, he gesturing to the lights above,

"Turn off the lights,"

They even managed to flicker,

"It was such a sweet time, could you pray for me, my friend?"

He held his hand to his chest,

"It's starting over tiime,

Take oh-ver the night, take over the blue time-

If you heard that screaming shout in your miiind!

Take oh-ver the shine, take oh-ver the shooting star,

All I was talking 'bout was musiiiiiic!"

Even if he could barely even hear, the crowd just exploded before him, the lights too bright for him to see it--

But he wasn't done yet.

The concert continued until it all finally met its end, Diluc panting desperately, getting those gulps of sweet air back into his lungs, looking briefly back at the others, seeing how they, themselves, were full of excitement and joy, even Venti was cheering as though he was part of the audience--not a single one of the entire band was left without being completely exhausted and winded, and Diluc felt that the desire to crash right onto the ground wasn't exclusive to him.

The cheering from the audience was slowly muffled as the curtain closed, signalling the end of this exhausting ordeal.

They all left their instruments on the stage, and walked backstage. Rosaria was the first to start guzzling water, and then she sat down with a huff. Venti just sat down on the floor, leaving the others to nearly trip over him.

Diluc walked backstage last, after everyone else had gotten in, and he was breathing heavily.

"Diluc," Kaeya said, "Holy fuck, I didn't know you could sing like that."

"I didn't either," Diluc admitted, genuine. You jumped at him, hugging him tight.

"Diluc... that was insane! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You cheered, and he just huffed.

"I know this means a lot to you," he said, softly, and you backed off from the hug... something about him seemed off.

He was swaying a little from side to side, like he wasn't entirely there.

"I think," Diluc said, slowly, "I just need to lie down."

Kaeya was motionless for a second, then his eye shot open and he dove at Diluc, just barely catching him before he crashed to the ground, completely limp in Kaeya's arms,

"Diluc!" You were horrified, and Kaeya just unbent his knees from catching Diluc in an awkward position. "Kaeya... what-"

"He's fine," Kaeya said plainly, shifting to haul Diluc over his shoulder better, "Big liar, he didn't outgrow this."

He brought Diluc over to a table, and you pulled out the chair so Kaeya could have him sit, positioning him so his arms were folded over the table, and he gently set his head on his arms.

"Outgrow this?" You asked, eyeing Diluc cautiously.

"Mhm," Kaeya hummed, "I guess he never told you."

"No, I'm still... confused."

Kaeya folded his arms over his chest, "Well... When Diluc gets overwhelmed, he usually hates it, right?"

You nodded,

"Then he just curls up and tries to hide from whatever's messing with him. But--If he's having a good time? He gets overwhelmed and excited and... then he just passes out. That was the code--I think I just need to lie down, he said that as a kid right before he passed out."

"But," you argued, "I've never seen that."

Kaeya shrugged, "We thought he outgrew it, but I guess he just hasn't had a chance to get that excited in a long time."

"... Do you think," you said, worriedly, "He hated this?"

"No," Kaeya set his hand on Diluc's back, gently rubbing a small circle between his shoulderblades, "He loved it, trust me.

"... He'll be okay. Just give him some time to recover."

If you looked close enough, you could see him smiling.

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Requested by anon: “Can you do a Reggie Peters x gender neutral reader with prompt 103?”

Warnings: yelling, verbal fighting (I don’t know if it’s necessary to tag that, but just to be sure)

Pairing: Reggie Peters x Patterson!reader

WC: 1.4k

Summary: Your brother, Luke, and your mom are fighting once again, so you go over to your boyfriend’s house. When Luke goes to pick up his friend for band practice the next morning he doesn’t expect you to be there as well.

It was never supposed to be a secret. When you had first started going out with Reggie, you didn’t tell anyone because you didn’t want your brother or the other band members to get involved. You wanted to see if it would work out without their intervention. And now it’s been two months and you were ready to reveal it to them but could never find the right moment. At this point you weren’t looking forward to telling your brother. You usually didn’t keep secrets from each other and you didn’t want to hurt him. He fought with your mother more and more, so you didn’t want to add on to that.

You were lying on your bed when it started again, the yelling. The raised voices were slightly muffled by the walls, but you could still make out all the words. Once again it was because of the band, because of his dream. Your mother didn’t understand and didn’t seem to believe in it. It was always the same. They would talk first, then they would yell at each other until one of them would run out but you weren’t about to wait and listen for that to happen. You got up from your bed, grabbed a pair of shoes and opened your window. It was no problem to climb out of it with your bedroom being on the first floor.

The night was lit by the full moon and the stars twinkling in the cloudless sky. Nobody was out at this time apart from the occasional car that passed you on your way to Reggie’s house. It was quiet, eerily so after the screaming match between Luke and your mother. When you got there the house was shrouded in darkness. The crashing of the waves in the background and the smell of the sea already calmed you. You walked around the house hoping to see Reggie’s room still illuminated. When you saw the lit-up square of his bedroom window you smiled. You picked up some small rocks that were lying around and threw one up. You missed. The stone hit the wall next to his window and fell back down to the ground making a barely audible sound. The next one didn’t miss its target, clanking against the window. You waited and dropped the other stones when his face appeared in the window. His eyes searched the garden for a moment before they landed on you. You lifted your hand to give him a little wave.

He opened his window and leaned out of it. “What are you doing here?”, he whisper-shouted, happy to see you even though it was the middle of the night.

“Mom and Luke fought again. Can I come in?” He nodded and told you to come to the front door again.

You didn’t have to wait on the front porch for long before the door opened and Reggie invited you into the house. “My parents are already asleep,” he told you in a hushed voice before he gestured for you to go ahead to his room. You let yourself fall onto his bed letting out a deep sigh. Reggie watched you from his spot in the doorway, equal parts amused at your display and worried about the reason why you were at his house. He followed after you, closing the door after him, and lay down next to you on the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Not really.” You looked over at him. “Can I sleep here tonight though?”

“Of course.” He got up with a groan and walked over to his closet. After some shifting through his clothes he threw a shirt and shorts at you to change into.

You got changed before crawling under the covers next to Reggie. You were lying on your back staring up at the dark ceiling. “Thank you, Reggie,” you broke the silence that had filled the room.

“What for?”, he asked.

“Well, for letting me sleep here, first of all.” You shifted to lie on your side, looking at Reggie now. “And for being with me. You make me happy,” you admitted, placing your hand on his which was resting on his chest. Unbeknownst to you, because of the darkness of the room, his cheeks flushed and he tried hard to suppress the wide grin that was threatening to show on his face.

“You make me happy too.” He lifted his body to hover over your reclined form and kissed you. It was a sweet kiss, your lips moving against each other. You smiled at him when he moved back and pulled you into his side. You rested your head on his chest and fell asleep to the beating of his heart.

The next morning you were harshly woken up by the door being thrown open. The sound of it meeting the wall had you sitting up staring at the person standing in the doorway. Luke’s breath was heavy. He was in the middle of a rant about Reggie missing band practice when his eyes fell on you. The words left him as he took in your appearance, clad in Reggie’s shirt. “It isn’t what it looks like!” He tried to save the situation, but was at a loss of how he could explain it instead. “Okay… Maybe it is…” he finally resigned after Luke urged him to keep going.

“Let’s talk,” you said getting out of the bed and pulling your brother out of the room with you, so that Reggie could collect his thoughts and get dressed. You walked down the stairs, past Reggie’s parents who you wished a good morning, and out to the front porch where you finally let go of Luke’s arm. “So, Reggie and I are dating, but I guess you gathered that.”

“I did. But how? And how long is that going on?”

“Well, we got along well the times he was over to meet you, so we went on a date and now here we are, I guess. That was, like, two months ago.” You shrugged, but smiled thinking back to your first date.

“And why didn’t you tell me? I mean, he is my friend. I wouldn’t have had anything against it.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need your approval on whoever I’m seeing, but I didn’t tell you because we thought it would be best to start out without you guys knowing and maybe interfering or anything, I don’t know. And then it had been going on for a month and we realized that we really liked each other and it wouldn’t change if you knew but I never found the right moment to tell you. You were always either busy with the band or fighting with mom, so I just kept not telling you. But now you know. Even though I would’ve preferred you finding out a different way.”

“Look, I’m sorry. You seem to get caught up in the middle of it whenever mom and I fight and I’m so, so sorry that happens.” He pulls you into his side, the two of you looking out at the ocean and the few people already going about their day. “And you and Reggie, that’s great, but, please, keep your hands to yourselves when I’m around.” He joked. You fought your way out of his embrace to hit his shoulder but laughed all the while. “Now, go tell your boyfriend he needs to get ready for band practice. If he’s any later, I won’t be the only one coming after his ass.”

“Right. He’ll be there soon. Bye, Luke.” You left him standing there and made your way back into the house and up the stairs.

“How’d it go?”, asked Reggie as soon as you stepped into his room.

“It was fine. You need to go to practice though or Luke – and I quote – ‘won’t be the only one coming after your ass’.” It brought a smile to Reggie’s face. He was already dressed and basically ready to go, but he waited until you changed into your pants from yesterday and another one of his shirts.

“Are you coming to practice with me?” He wanted to know.

You shook your head. “No, I should go home and tell my mom I wasn’t kidnapped or anything. But I’ll see after, ok?” He nodded in approval. Before you parted ways, you pulled him into one last kiss, whispering your goodbye against his lips.

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