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[kiellessa]

Making some progress on the kingdom and have added the back wall to the middle class portion and defined the living areas. :)

[sheisjoeschateau]

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Hi, I'm Misha. Thank you for diving into my stories and supporting my writing :)

My fanfics [+this blog] are dedicated to Steve Harrington. All fanfic series, one-shots, blurbs, etc. listed below are written by me. Do not repost or share anywhere without proper credit. Thank you.

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..."

Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

[PART I] | [PART II] [PART III] | [PART IV] | [PART V] [PART VI] | [PART VII] | [PART VIII]

[Part IX - blurb] | [Part IX - full]

[Part X] | MORE COMING SOON

SUMMARY: WHEN THE UNEXPECTED NIECE OF MURRAY BAUMAN GETS THROWN IN THE MIX, THE GANG HAS NO IDEA JUST WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR. SCRATCH THAT - STEVE DOESN'T KNOW. YOU GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE WELL. YOU BANTER WITH THE ADULTS, WHO APPRECIATE YOUR HELP. THE KIDS LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU. YOU'RE HELPFUL ALL AROUND. BUT AS FAR AS STEVE IS CONCERNED, YOU'RE JUST NUISANCE. AFTER ALL, YOU'RE THE REASON HE LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND MISSED OUT ON A LIFE THAT "COULD'VE BEEN." IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THE PICTURE... IF YOU HAD NEVER GONE WITH NANCY AND JONATHAN AFTER THEY LEFT YOUR WHACK-JOB UNCLE, MURRAY BAUMAN'S, BUNKER? HE WOULD BE HAPPY. SO F*CKING HAPPY. BUT HERE YOU WERE. YOU WERE BASICALLY THE COOLER (...AND SURE, MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE) FEMALE VERSION OF MURRAY BAUMAN. YOU WERE SARCASTIC, QUICK-WITTED, TOO SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, AND APPARENTLY BUILT FOR THE WAR. SURE, YOU WEREN'T AS BRASH AS YOUR UNCLE. BUT IN STEVE'S EYES, YOU WERE SOMEHOW FAR MORE OBNOXIOUS. HE DOWNRIGHT HATED YOU.

HE WILL FOREVER HATE YOU...

BUT WILL HE?

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"You're there. You've always been there."

Steve Harrington x OC!fem!reader Childhood friends to lovers. Sloooowburn. Angst. Romance. Smut with plot. Action. Told from second-person view, reader is Nicole (character from S1), different POV, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, pre-S1-S4, eventual post-S4 universe.

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Summary: Steve Harrington was six years old when he met you: Nicole St. James, the girl who carries the other half of him. Since 1972, the two of you have been inseparably tethered by the soul. You give Steve a home in his big house with no parents, and he gives your introverted heart a longing for someone. The King of Hawkins High and princess of this small town, you tell each other absolutely everything...except that you are in love with each other.

Everything changes that one afternoon at school, when you catch the school's social outcast -- Jonathan Buyers -- has been stalking Steve, his posse and his girl, Nancy. Little do you both know, the monsters in your favorite fairytales are real. And you're both going to have to fight them together.

You both share the best days and worst days, through childhood and teen years, until you both find yourselves roped into the perils that exist beneath your feet in Hawkins.

But through it all, despite all the doubt, Steve knows one thing: you're there. You've always been there.

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"At the Chateau, We'll Be Alright."

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader A crossover au inspired by Saltburn and Call Me by Your Name. Additional Inso from Joe's theater performance as in Spring Awakening. Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo

Strangers to best friends to lovers. Slowburn. Angst. Romance, with polyamory themes and schemes. Smut with hella plot.

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Summary: The reader lives with her parents at a fancy chateau, in France.  This year, her father offers their home as a housing sanctuary to a select student or graduate.  He decides to invite two graduate students to live with their family over the summer, coming from different working class backgrounds, and help with their academic paperwork as a professor of archaeology.

Steve Harrington: a rich kid from a swanky boarding school with a bad boy reputation and too much charm for his own good.  Surprisingly, his grades say otherwise.  A’s and B’s, his parents claim that is seeking one-on-one tutoring so that he can progress in his studies — but it sounds more like an excuse to ship him off for longer periods of time, giving them an out for having their son around during the summer.  The pretty boy’s all about ladies…but that’s only because he hasn’t met a boy who awakens his bisexuality.  Yet.

Jonathan Byers: a kid from the lower working class, excelling in his studies and AP programs at the same boarding school as Steve which he only got into because of community sponsorship and grants.  Quiet wallflower, little to no friends, a bit cynical.  A closeted gay, he’s more determined to stick with being perceived as “ace” than come out of the closet.  Until he goes to stay at a chateau with a handsome boy, and a beautiful girl who understands him.

Twists, turns and terrifying risks, you all put your hearts on the line that summer at the Chateau. Add the reader's cousin Eddie into the mix, along with her best friend Robin, Steve's ex-girlfriend Nancy, Jonathan's estranged mother and your progressive parents alongside Steve's absent parents -- it's a cruel summer.

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Odds were against us - John Marino

A/N: My submission for @wyattjohnston Winter Fic Exchange 2k24! This is the first time I have participated in a fic exchange and wow has it been really fun for me! Thank you so much, Demi, for being a gracious host and your rockstar organization!

@pcttymcrlecu I hope you love this as much as I enjoyed creating it for you. Also, I am IN LOVE with the song inso for this. I listened to it on repeat the entire time I was working on this. Thank you for sharing 🥰

Song Inspo: Solider by James TW

Word Count: 2.5k

The odds were against you. 

Well, maybe not right away. You did grow up two houses down from each other. 

But once you moved away for college, the world seemed to keep you apart as much as it flirted with the idea that you two could be together. 

Growing up, it was the Masschusettes version of the three musketeers: John, Paul, and you. There was never a Marino brother around without you. Living on the same street had great perks, like a hockey net to shoot at, a ton of legos, and endless nights spent on their backyard play set.

From the beginning, John and you had a connection. Even as his twin brother was supposed to know him the best, you always seemed to be on the same page with your buddy. For years growing up, you and John had been tango-ing with will they, won't they, before he went to Harvard and you went to theUniversity of Pittsburgh. The next three years, every time you were both home, the tango continued. Both dating other people, never wanting to ruin the friendship, finding excuses for why you could never talk about the elephant in the room. 

Then, John left Harvard after his junior year to play for the Pittsburgh Penguins. You were thrilled to show him the city! You took him to your favorite restaurants and introduced him to your college friends. It was you sitting next to his brother and his parents, in a freshly pressed Marino jersey, as he did his solo rookie lap in black and yellow. 

It was you who left Pittsburgh a year later.

While others in your major wanted to be at Google and Microsoft, you wanted to use your computer science degree for good. When the call came for your dream job at the National Renewable Energy Laboratory in Golden, Colorado, you knew you had to decide. You loved John, but he didn’t know, and it was hard to imagine a life where you stayed on the sidelines for potential. So before you decided, you nudged the situation to see what John would say when he was faced with the possibility of losing you.

“I got a job offer!” You exclaimed to him at happy hour. 

“Whoa! Of course you did! You’re so cool.” He puts his chin in his hand, giving you googly, heart eyes in admiration. He is joking, but it puts a silly smile on your face. He sits back up, taking a sip of his beer, waiting expectantly. “So tell me everything. Will you get an office? How close will you work to the arena? And can I come to have lunch with you every day because that is a requirement. We have spent too much time apart.”  Your stomach drops out of your body. You look away, taking in a heavy breath. 

“That is the one downside.” You bite your lip, then continue. “It’s not here.”

“Oh? Is it like out in the boonies or Philly?”

“No. Like Colorado.”

Surprise slaps across John’s face. Then he looks away, trying to gather himself quickly.

“But you just got here and maybe I shouldn’t go...” You trail off. You hold your breath, wanting John to say something. You know this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But a yearning inside of you begs for John to tell you to stay with him in Pittsburgh. 

“You should go. This is everything you’ve been wanting. You deserve this.” John’s words are everything he should say, but they fucking sting. Tears build in your eyes and you nod. “I’m proud of you.” John finishes with a dainty whisper. He licks his lips, looking away. “Look at us.” He tries for a laugh but it comes out like a cough. “Both of our dreams are coming true.” 

You want to ask him why it feels like your chest is imploding?

But you don’t. 

Instead, you hug your childhood best friend while telling yourself how selfish it would be to confess you’re in love with him before you go

- - - 

Three years later, so much has changed since you hugged John on that bar stool. You have been promoted twice and received national recognition for your work in solar energy. John had rough seasons in Pittsburgh, but has found a new, comfortable place in New Jersey. Paul is with the L.A. Kings in California. You make it a point to meet up with John and Paul when John visits on his West Coast road trips. John and you connect when he is in Colorado. When you’re back home, you make the commute to Jersey and fly home out of Newark. Otherwise, you’re texting daily, sending GIFs and memes and tiktoks back and forth while keeping each other abreast of your busy life. 

You’re closer than ever. More in love with him than ever too. But how would it ever work? 

The repetitive thoughts consume you as you stir the queso you had been making for your taco night at your new home in Golden. It has been a long, competitive process to get this house, but you are so proud of it. A dream home to match the dream job that the dream boy will see tonight. 

A knock sounds on the door. The dream boy waits for you on the other side of the wood.

“Hi!” You squeal when you see John. “Welcome to MY home!”

“Uh, Ma’am, where is the owner of this home? You’re too young and single? It couldn’t be you?” He jokes, then pulls you in for a tight hug. “Thought we could celebrate.” He tilts the bottle of wine at you. It is nothing fancy. In fact, it's Cook’s, the bottle you two had stolen from your parents’ bar to have after prom on the beach.

“Let’s get this expensive gal in a nice lil ice bath.” 

“There is nothing nice about an ice bath. Or that wine.” He snorts, shrugging his coat off. 

“You can put that in the closet right there.” You point to his right. He opens the door, settling his jacket between two of yours. A warmth spreads through your body at his clothes mingling together with yours, gathering each other's scents.

“Don’t dawdle in the doorway, Johnny. Come into my kitchen!” You’re giddy as John's sock covered feet slide across your wood floors to join you in the open, modern space. 

“Gas range?” John oos and aws at all the fixtures you show him. He hypes and gasps at all the right moments. Your cheeks hurt from grinning as you become Vanna White against your refrigerator. 

“Go best friend!” He cheers as you do a little spin and dance for him. You laugh at the end.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You tell him honestly.

“Me too. Glad we got in early.” He opens his arms for you. The weight of you settles against his chest, creating a bonded connection. John squeezes tight, his chin on the top of your head. He works you both into a sway, enjoying the weight of each other’s arms. This version of John is your favorite. The one who blurs the lines between best friends and lovers. You breathe in the fresh scent of his cologne, then wait, making him be the one to break your embrace. 

“So is there an upstairs?” He wonders. 

“There is! They gave me two whole levels!” 

“What! Scam. It’s all a scam.” 

“Look at my wall of pictures.” You point out as you head up the stairs. There is a whole gallery wall of frames and people, many of which John is in. Paul too. 

“I know these people!” He grins, looking at their decades of memories. “My favorite night.” He points to a picture. It’s the New Year's Eve you were pretty sure you almost kissed. 

“Mmm, it’s up there for sure.” You agree, waiting for him. His eyes trace the memory like he wants to burn it into the membrane of his brain. Then he turns to you, grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs, becoming the tour guide. 

“So up here we have uh…” He looks around. “An office!” 

“Oh! And a standing desk?! She works on her fitness.” You fill in. 

“We have very different definitions of fitness.”

“I hope so, NHL player.”

“And over here,” He tugs you by your fingers. “We have a guest room. You would never have blue as your color. It is not boring enough. This can’t be your room.”

“Shut up! I love neutrals! They’re in!” You shove at him as he howls with laughter. 

“Paul’s room for when he comes to visit. Your parents and sister too.” You can’t help but notice John doesn’t include himself in that.

“Oh here we go.” He gets to your room, pushing the cracked door open to expose your favorite space in the house. He pauses in the doorway, taking it in.

Two lamps on either side of the bed illuminate the room as the sun sets behind the mountains outside. Your white walls are warmed by their dim light. The bed is made with a plush, white comforter and a light tan blanket draped along the foot of the bed. The walls had been painted the faintest of olive green. Various shades of cream and tan pillows create the look of a bed you want to jump into to mess it all up. A black and white picture of waves sliding onto a Nantucket beach is above the headboard. 

John has gone still and silent. You are nervous as he continues to look around the comfy oasis you have created as your escape from the world. You were meticulous in your quest for homey, comfort items that would dull the sometimes harsh world out there. Does he hate it? 

“What do you think?” You finally ask.

“Honestly?” He murmurs.

“Yes!” You giggle, trying to cross the distance you feel separating you.

“I wish this was our house.” 

You freeze. John keeps looking at the bed, eyes ravenous over the clean bedding like he is seeing something else. 

“I wish this was our bed.” He sighs. “I wish I was the one who got to sleep here with you because this is so clearly your dream house and I wish I was your dream man.” He stands there with his hands in his pockets, still not looking at you. This is when you realize he really doesn’t know. How does he not know?

“You are.” You whisper. 

It’s John’s turn to be still and dumbfounded. 

“You’re my dream man, Johnny.” 

You bite your lip and John rushes towards you. His hands grip your face, tugging you into his lips. Your head falls back, delirious at his mouth finally being on yours. He holds your head up, working his lips to an angle so his tongue can devour your mouth. You never want to breathe again. His tongue and lips on yours are everything you’ve ever wanted. How will you stop? 

Need takes over and you break apart begrudgingly. John rests his forehead on yours, thumbs delicately stroking your cheek bones. 

“I’m in love with you, Johnny.” 

“Good. Cause I am deliriously in love with you. And I’m sick of not telling you that every day.” You grin, inhaling heavily as tears fill your eyes. 

“How are we going to do this?” 

“I don’t know.” John sighs, gripping your face tighter in his fingers, like that will stop the rest of reality from intruding on your moment. 

“I’m scared. We live so far apart. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“We’ll have to be brave, sweetheart.”

Being brave is your second act.

The next 6 months you navigate the journey from friends to lovers while trying to mitigate the 1,700 miles that separate you. A 2 hour time zone difference weighs heavily on your relationship, along with two careers that threaten to ground you before your relationship even has a chance to take off. Then the off-season comes and John decides to train in Colorado with local NHL players at altitude, convinced it will give him that next step in his game. 

The season begins again and your bed is as empty as it was before. You’re miserable. Lonelier than you’ve ever been and it spews mean thoughts in your brain at all hours of the night. John feels the same. You both discuss it openly, but neither of you have solutions for this next roadblock. Something will have to give, you both know it, but neither of you can speak it.

Right before Thanksgiving, your fist feels heavy against his Jersey City apartment door. He isn’t expecting you, but the relieved sigh when he has you in his arms tells you how welcome you are here. He ushers you in, pasting his lips against your skin as you try to set your bag down. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Accepting my job offer.” John bolts up.

“No.”

“Yes.” 

“No, babe. Don’t do this for me.”

“I’m not going to pretend it isn’t because of you. Of course it is. But this is a really good career move for me too. We can have it all.”

“Your house-” 

“-will always just be my house. I’m ready to upgrade to our house.” You lock your hands around his neck, fingers guzzling up every bit of warmth from his skin. “I know what I want to do in my life and it’s to be where you are.” John groans then hugs you into his chest desperately.

In another month, you cut those 1700 miles down to 0. You and John move into your new place together. While you’re unpacking the neutral bedroom decor he makes fun of, John walks in then pops down to one knee. 

“Can’t wait another minute.” He confesses. “I’ve been downstairs trying to talk myself out of doing it and why? For what? Because there isn’t an audience? There isn’t a photographer? Your nails aren’t done? That’s not us. This is us. So, marry me?”  Your bottom lip quivers. A blink sends tear tracks down your face as you nod enthusiastically, telling the man, who is still your dream boy, “YES” you will marry him!

The wedding is a fast plan, you need to do it in the off-season and neither of you care for anything super fancy anyway. It’s a quaint ceremony on a similar Nantucket beach that hangs above your now shared bed. You and John stare in awe as you take turns reciting written vows that may as well be a decades long love letter to each other.

“Let’s keep betting on us, baby.” John finishes. You laugh, nodding vigorously. 

When it’s time to seal the deal, John winds his hand around your waist, then tilts you down, kissing you so fully that you’re dazed when he brings you back up. 

Like it has for thousands of years, a kiss between two lovers seals your fate. 

It’s been decided.

A forever commitment.

One that binds you and John as partners, who keep bending the odds and winning anyway.

[wrightingdungeon]

Sibling Heist

I have been wanting to write a Maru and Sebastian story for a while now and I got my inso i needed!! Warnings: Don't steal Catalytic Converters... Just dont... P.S. I think this is why Lewis's truck dont move, Imagine Maru, Sebastian, and Sam like 1/2 years younger than they currently are

Maru sighed roughly as she sat down on the lawn, placing her head into her hands. She looked down between her legs at the code reader, glaring at the exhaust light warning that seemed to taunt her with its steady, relentless blinking. “Thank you, I know….” Maru groaned, shaking her head in frustration, her hair falling into her eyes.

“Know what?” Maru jumped slightly and looked up, her heart stopping for a moment as she heard Sebastian's voice come out of nowhere. He had a knack for appearing suddenly, it reminded her she needed to buy him a bell. “Whatcha you doing? Looks like something broke?” Sebastian asked as he sat down next to his sister, his curiosity piqued.

Maru picked up the code reader and passed it to him. “This,” she said, her tone filled with annoyance. “Ah yes… a blinking light…” Sebastian said, moving the code reader around in his hands, inspecting it from different angles as if he could coax a different answer out of it.

“The exhaust output is way too high, that's why I started working outside…” Maru said, leaning her head back against the house in exasperation.

“Well, thank you, I do like waking up in the morning,” Sebastian said, putting the code reader down with a light thud. “How do you fix it, Miss Genius?” he asked, nudging her with his shoulder in a playful manner, a teasing smile on his lips.

“I need a catalytic converter, but I just bought brake shoes, so I’m broke right now…” Frustration was clear in Maru's voice, as she let out a deep sigh kicking the grass in the direction of her creation.

Sebastian hummed thoughtfully, placing his mouth in his hands as he considered her problem. He was silent for a few moments, his eyes narrowing in concentration. “Well, Lewis did just buy a truck…” he said, looking over at Maru with a smirk that hinted at mischief. “They have catalytic converters, right?” he asked, chuckling at her shocked expression.

“Sebastian, we are not stealing a catalytic converter from the MAYOR!” Maru said, her voice rising in disbelief as she gawked at her brother like he had grown three heads.

“Oh, no, no, we won’t… But I know that you can teach Sam how to,” Sebastian said, smirking as he saw the gears in Maru’s head starting to spin.

“You… You think he would do that?” Maru asked, biting her thumb nail in thought, her mind racing with possibilities. She glanced back at the code reader, its blinking light seeming to challenge her. Blinking ‘do, it, do, it, do, it.’ up at her

“Oh, I know he would,” Sebastian replied confidently, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the sky, his eyes sparkled and his smirk widened as he imagined the plan unfolding.

As the day turned to night, Maru couldn't help but glance around nervously as she trailed behind Sebastian and Sam. Every rustle of leaves and distant sound made her jump. She followed closely, her grip tightening on her tool bag.

“It’ll be real quick, okay? It’s for Frankenstein,” Sebastian said, patting her shoulder gently. His touch was somewhat reassuring, reminding her that this mission would finally fix all her exhaust issues.

“Ooo, this is gonna be awesome! Best prank to pull yet,” Sam exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head at his friend's enthusiasm. “You’re just excited to fuck shit up.”

The trio approached Lewis's home, its familiar outline looming in the darkness. They could see the shiny new truck sitting in the driveway. Maru swallowed hard, her nerves tingling. “Are we really going to do this?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper as she gripped her tool bag tighter.

“You said it would take five minutes tops,” Sebastian reminded her, positioning himself against the wheel well to stand guard. Sam knelt next to the truck, his excitement palpable.

Kneeling beside Sam, Maru pulled her angle grinder out of the tool bag, carefully slapping a battery into place. “Please don’t touch the blade…” She hesitated slightly as she handed the grinder to Sam, biting her lip and feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. Sam laughed like a madman, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “Sam, shut the fuck up,” Sebastian whispered harshly.

“Okay, okay, vibe killers,” Sam whined as he lay on his back, shimmying under the truck. Maru laid down on her stomach, next to him, pointing out the catalytic converter. “You need to cut on both sides… a little more left… more… no, a bit right… stop, there,”

Sam squeezed the trigger, and the angle grinder kicked to life, sending sparks flying at his face and chest. “Fuck yeah!” he laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet night. Maru shushed him urgently, she knew it would be loud, but the fear of getting caught was ever-present.

As Sam was three-fourths of the way done, Sebastian suddenly kicked Maru’s side, whispering urgently for them to stop. The trio froze, their breaths held. From their position on the ground, Maru and Sam could see Lewis’s feet emerge from the house.

“Sebastian? What are you doing out this late, and what’s all that racket?” Lewis’s voice was groggy, the remnants of sleep still clinging to his words.

“Ah… Me and Demetrius got into it again…” Sebastian improvised quickly, holding up his phone and shaking it slightly. “Just walking, listening to some Anthrax.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Song’s name is ‘Blood Eagle Wings,’ if you wanna listen,” Sebastian said, chuckling slightly, a smile on his face.

“Oh, no thank you. But do keep it down, it’s nearly two AM,” Lewis replied, yawning.

“Sorry, I’ll just finish this song and go home,” Sebastian promised, his eyes flicking to Maru and Sam, urging them to remain still.

“Thank you, good night Sebastian,” Lewis said before he disappeared back inside.

Maru waited, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at Sebastian. The moment seemed to stretch, every second dragging on as if time itself had slowed down. Finally, Sebastian gave them a thumbs-up, signaling it was safe to continue. Taking a deep breath, Maru nudged Sam, who was still lying on his back under the truck.

Sam grinned widely, his earlier excitement returning in full force. He squeezed the trigger again, sending more sparks flying. Maru watched the metal glow and shiver under the relentless force of the blade. “Hurry up, Sam,” Sebastian urged, his voice low but insistent. He scanned the surroundings, his eyes flicking between the houses.

“Almost there,” Sam grunted, focusing on the task at hand. The grinder finally cut through the last bit of metal, and with a triumphant laugh, Sam pulled the converter free. “Got it!” he whispered excitedly, holding up the piece like a trophy.

Maru quickly stuffed the converter into her tool bag, her hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, her voice barely audible. She stood up, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her.

The three of them moved quickly and quietly, Maru could feel her heart pounding in her ears, the rush of the night’s events catching up to her. When they finally reached the old community center, they stopped to catch their breath.

Sebastian turned to them, a small smile playing on his lips. “We did it,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. He looked at Maru, his eyes softening. “You did great.”

Maru managed a shaky smile in return. “Thanks. I just… I was so scared we’d get caught.”

“Hey, you kept it together,” Sam said, clapping her on the back. “And now, Frankenstein wont smoke like he does.” Sam laughed as he pointed at Sebastian with his thumb. “Fuck you as well, Sam.” Sebastian retorted, rolling his eyes.

Maru chuckled, the tension slowly easing out of her as the older two joked. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

They started walking back to Maru and Sebastian's home, the thrill of their successful mission lingering in the air.

Sebastian glanced over at her, his smile widening. “See? I told you it would be quick.”

Maru laughed, the sound light and relieved. “Yeah, you did. But next time, maybe we can pick a less risky plan?”

Sam groaned dramatically. “Where’s the fun in that?”

As they arrived home, Maru smiled softly at Sebastian. “Hey, thanks, by the way,” she said quietly, appreciating his support even if their actions weren't entirely legal.

“Don’t worry about it. Just don’t kill us with carbon monoxide, ok.” Sebastian replied, laughing as he gave her a quick hug. His embrace was brief but warm, a rare moment of physical affection. He pulled back, his expression softening for a moment. “Don’t tell anyone, but I do care about you,” he teased, before he disappeared to his basement room with Sam.

“Love you too, Seb” Maru murmured softly as she shut her bedroom door behind her, excited to get back to work in the morning.

[mypulisicz]

sparks fly - christian pulisic

you're the kind of reckless that should send me running

summary - after not ever being in love y/n finds herself tangled up in a situation with a certain american footballer.

pairing - christian pulisic x fem!reader

song inso - sparks fly (taylor swift)

warnings! - language, mention of being drunk and alcohol

word count - 1.6k

note - this is my first fic back from my hiatus and my first pic on this new account and i am more than excited to share this with you. missed u guys xx

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he sat there. still.

"jamie, i'm so sorry... i just... i don't know.."

"don't what?! don't love me? y/n, a whole fucking year together and you tell me you don't feel anything?! what do you expect me to say to that? this is fucking bullshit!"

you sat there. still.

you knew that jamie always loved you more than anything, ad in your defense you thought you loved him too, but as time went on and the more time you spent with him the more you realized you never truly loved him, at least not the way you thought he deserved to be loved.

"whatever, y/n. i'm fucking leaving"

gone. another relationship gone.

you couldn't process your thoughts.

you knew what you did was wrong, but you still couldn't believe what happened.

why couldn't you love people? why did every relationship you've had feel meaningless? why do you still try to date people?

the second you got in your car to leave the restaurant you started crying. you felt bad for jamie but you also felt bad for yourself.

you always tried so hard to love, to feel something that could only be described as irrevocable admiration and not just being infatuated with someone for a short period of time.

𖤐

a few weeks went by and you were doing better.

as cliche as it sounds, you had been working on yourself and just getting back to be afloat mentally.

in fact, you had gotten an invitation to a party your friend mason was throwing.

you didn't know if you were going to go or not. mason is a football player and his social crowd is much different from yours.

after thinking about it, you thought you would go. it would be nice to get out for a weekend and just let loose a little.

𖤐

the night of the party finally came and you were feeling good. you felt confident. you felt pretty. and you felt ready to just have a good time.

you pulled up to mason's house and the house was booming with music and lit up by bright LED lights from every angle inside and outside the house.

one thing about mason is that he takes throwing a party to heart as if its his job.

if it were his job he would be getting a promotion every party because holy shit.

usually you would get just a little overwhelmed and anxious about the scene, but tonight it made you excited and it filled you with adrenaline. you made your way to the door. you first wanted to find mason and just thank him for the invite and let him know you were here.

you walked into the house and was immediately met with a giant crowd of people, and soon realized that your mission of finding mason was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

after looking for a good 10, 15 minutes you decided to give up for a little and grab some food.

there were surprisingly not that many people near the food table, so you took advantage of that to grab as much food as possible.just as you were about to leave to table, a guy who looked oddly familiar walked up.

"hungry? me too."

as lame as the comment was, you giggled a little.

"just a little"

you two exchanged awkward smiles, and you thought it would end there, but the man broke the silence with an even lamer statement.

"so, what's your favorite fruit?"

maybe it wasn't lame, but it was certainly... interesting?

"hmmm maybe an apple. they are never not good, y'know?

"yeah i totally agree..... i'm christian by the way"

"i'm y/n"

"nice to meet you, y/n"

"nice to meet you, christian"

𖤐

you spent the next hour talking to strangers and dancing. you were enjoying yourself way more than you thought you would. you did in fact find mason and you two talked for a good 20 minutes.

while you were talking to people the same guy, christian, came up to talk.

"hey stranger"

it was an ironic statement because you were, in fact, strangers.

"christian! how've you been?" one of the guys said.

from then on you just watched the conversation. it was interesting getting to know more about christian, and everyone in that group.

some more time went by and mason found his way over to you and the people you were talking to.

"oi chris, i see you met y/n"

"what's up. and yeah. she's great."

"is christian here being a dick to you or trying to start something?"

christian rolled his eyes as you sat there and let out a small chuckle.

𖤐

the party went on for a few more hours, and you were more than tired. you were very drunk and ready to just go home and get in bed.

you said goodbye to mason and the people you had met throughout the night, including christian, but right as you were about to leave you realized you couldn't drive. you were very much not sober.

"hey mase, i hate to ask you this but could you maybe drive me home, i've had way too much to drink and can't drive. not like this"

"yeah of course!"

as mass grabbed his keys christian walked up to the door to grab his jacket and disown keys.

"i thought you left?"

"yeah, well, i'm way too drunk to drive home so mason is giving me a ride."

"well i'm leaving now if you want me to just drive you home. if that's fine with you of course"

"um, yeah, sure, that's actually great, thanks!"

you got in christians car and were immediately meet with a surprising absence of awkwardness, as if you were already friends with christian.

"so where to ya live? in a non creepy way. i realize how weird that sounds to ask"

you let out a chuckle and told him where you lived and he started driving.

you two talked the entire way to your house. you had assumed he was one of masons teammates, but christian said he did in fact play for chelsea with mason. you also found out that you two had a lot in common. you both liked the same music, rap and country, which he found odd that an english girl liked country, and that you both had a bit of an obsession with chipotle. christian was also surprised to find out that you were part american. well, your dad was american, so it wasn't really that important or interesting, but christian thought it was wild.

when you finally got to your house you felt a wave of disappointment. you really enjoyed talking to christian. it was like you two had been friends for years. at least, that's how it felt.

"this might be weird to ask, but do you wanna come in?"

"sure"

christian smiled and walked in through the door, making you blush.

you fixed the both of you some microwavable taquitos and sat on the couch. you were watching a show, but not really watching it. you and christian talked for what felt like hours.

by this point you had sobered up quite a bit and you could finally start remembering the night as more than just a blur.

then it hit you that you were in your living room, eating taquitos, watching love island, with christian pulisic, who is your friend masons teammate.... and it wasn't awkward or weird.

one thing lead to another and the next thing you know, you and christian were all over each other.

there were these exploding, bright, but heavy fireworks going off between you. it was something you never felt before.

the two of you broke the kiss at the same, both gasping for air while simultaneously giggling.

you kept on thinking

holy fuck he's a good kisser.

𖤐

the next few weeks went by and you had gone on multiple dates with christian, and spent multiple nights at his house, and visa-versa.

you two had started to develop something more than just hookups and more of a relationship.

christian had invited you over to his house, which wasn't abnormal, so you didn't feel the need to get super dressed up. you but on some jeans, a sweater, and then did your hair and makeup. you then headed over to his house. christian greeted you with a kiss and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"you look good"

"thanks you too"

the two of you walked to his living room, and before being able to do or say anything, christian spoke.

"y/n, what are we?"

"huh?"

"are we just a casual thing, or are we more, because its been driving e crazy. i don't want to overwhelm you with this question, but if you don't mind, i would like an answer"

you sat there and smiled. you had been waiting for this conversation. you had been thinking the same thing, and where you didn't have a problem with being casual if that's what christian wanted, you did want to be more than just hookups and dates. you had felt something with him you hadn't felt with anyone else, including jaime.

"oh christian... i have been wanting to talk about this for a long time too"

"so? what are we?"

he moved closer to you. you moved closer to him.

faces just centimeters apart, both of you being able to feel and hear each others breathing.

"i want to be together. for real. i want to be fully with you, christian"

christian placed his hand on your cheek and moved his eyes from your eyes to your lips.

"i have never agreed with anything more in my life"

christian then placed his lips on yours in a gentle, yet eager way.

it was like you could almost see see the sparks fly.

[theroyalsofcorrilea]

Simblr Gratitude Day

This is a message to say thank you to all the wonderful people who have helped, inspired or collaborated with me throughout my Simblr journey. It has been an amazing thing to share this platform with such incredible artists. 

@nexility-sims @funkyllama @wa-royal-tea @warwickroyals @armoricaroyalty @thehammondlegacy @thegrimalldis @thebrixtons @thebaillieroyals @theroyalthrones @royaltysimblr @bridgeportbritt @batsfromwesteros @empiredesimparte @trentonsimblr @officalroyalsofpierreland @royalhouseofcarrington @houseofwindensor @house-of-lebedov and many, many more.

I do want to give @funkyllama & @nexility-sims a huge shoutout as they have given me plenty of world-buling advice and Inso, as well as answering my million questions about their magical stories. 

Also want to give a massive thanks to @really-cool-art-13 who is just such an amazing supporter of everyone’s content!!!

[theapangea]

Night Out

Chapter: Girls Night Out Pt.2

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy, Jonathan, Jason Carver

Summary: You and Steve have been dancing around each other for sometime now, neither of you wanting to make the first move. All your friends decide it is finally time for you both to confess your feelings.

A/N: So sorry I have been mia lately, just some super crazy personal stuff came up. I think I'm finally getting my Inso back to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter and finally some drama happens yay!!!

Also please know that my replies aren't working.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It was pretty anticlimactic when you finally arrived at the Wheeler house. Steve, nor any of the boys were anywhere to be found. 

All the hard work that you and Nancy put into making the perfect plan. Something along the lines of you and Steve being magically locked out of the house and forced to talk, professing your undying love for each other. The ‘undying love’ part was definitely Nancy’s contribution, making you wish that’s how it actually ends. 

Nancy’s Dad grumbled something about them heading out on some “grand adventure”. The air quotes indicating that he was speaking verbatim. Probably quoting something that Dustin said, that sappy line definitely a dead giveaway. 

Smiling to yourself on how he would do anything to get you on a date. Only understanding now that most of those times were signaling you to go out with Steve. The tingling feeling of a giggle holding onto your lips as the faint memory fades.

And as much as you tried to fight off the sheer thought of Steve while you were getting ready. Everything you did and every word you spoke reminded you of him. The way he compliments the sparkly pink lip gloss you wear or the way you’d tell a story about some customer that he originally told you. The way his hair falls in front of his face while he laughs, putting his whole body into something funny. 

He was constantly on your mind. Finally realizing how much he has influenced your whole life. He wasn’t just some goofy coworker but a friend who’d you see every single day of the week. Even when you didn’t always want to. Making your day better by a large margin.

Don’t think about Steve.

Don’t think about Steve.

Don’t think about Steve.

Reminding yourself over and over again.

And the whole time you were trying to forget Steve while getting ready, he was still at the forefront of your mind. The shining star in this crazy darkness that is this night.

The butterflies are swarming in your stomach as you slump into the backseat of Jonathan’s car. Begging any god that will listen to let you sink into the folds, disappearing before you get to the party. But sadly there is no answer as Jonathan pulls off the road. 

Jason’s house was a typical middle American suburban house. Not too small and not too flashy. The music noticeably shaking the house from the outside. 

Sluggishly following behind Nancy and Jonathan. Their hands tangled around others. Your heart strings pulling, the instant thought of Steve and the way his hand would feel in yours. 

Don’t think about Steve.

It feels like the whole senior class is shoved into Jason’s house. The dancing, singing, shouting filling your ears as you enter the house. Passing by people making out, grinding on each other and giving/receiving body shots.

Don’t think about Steve.

You follow the only couple that isn’t all over each other, maybe Nancy felt like she couldn’t be intimate with Jonathan for your own sake. Nancy hands you a red solo cup full of some clear liquid. Flashing her a quick smile before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a sip. The liquid instant coating your mouth and throat. The burn sends goosebumps through your body. 

After a couple of minutes, the liquid took effect and you didn’t even care to think about what’s-his-name. Allowing yourself to let the butterflies free, letting the alcohol carry you into freedom. 

Rough hands snake around your waist while a hard chest hits upon your back. Looking up to see the blonde playboy by your side. 

“Hey you.” You giggle, the alcohol clearly doing its job. Swirling around in your veins and head.

“You wanna go somewhere quieter?” He says just loud enough for you to hear him over the speakers.

Shaking your head yes before chugging the rest of your drink. Placing the empty solo cup on the counter as you turn around to grab his hand. Allowing him to take the lead. Signaling to Nancy that you were heading in that direction with Jason.

A thumbs up shooting back from her.

Pushing your way through the crowded people, his hand squeezing yours, keeping you close. Leading you towards the back of the house, passing several closed doors before slipping into one of the vacant rooms. 

It is clearly Jason’s room. Your eyes gaze upon the blue walls lined with dozens of trophies. Making your way to the bed in the middle of the room, taking a seat as Jason locks the door. 

It is almost like a dream, your mind happy it isn’t fully present because if it was it would definitely be thinking about Steve. And the way his shirt rises when he’s pulling a movie away on the top shelf, showing a little bit of his tummy. Or the way his jeans hug his thighs, not leaving anything to the imagination.

Don’t think about Steve.

Jason clears his throat, “I’m really happy you came tonight.” His thumbs hooked into his belt loops as he makes his way over to you.

You hum in response. Desperately wish it was Steve standing in front of you.

Don’t think about Steve.

“Something on your mind?” He questions, the bed sinking next to you finally pulling you from your thoughts, pulling you from Steve.

“You can say that.” You try to play it off, forcing a smile.

“Well I think of a way to clear it.” He whispers, closing the space that separates the two of you.

His lips capturing yours, dominating the intimate moment. Sloppy and too much tongue is all you can think. The kiss is no longer what you want but you don’t stop yourself, you don’t stop him. 

Gently pushing you onto the bed as your hands grasp the fabric of his shirt. 

Don’t think about Steve.

Don’t think about Steve.

Steve.

It has always been Steve.

All the years you tried to push this feeling down and here you are tongue deep in Jason Carver wishing that it was Steve. 

Pushing him off rather aggressively, “I don’t want to…”

“Come on.” He begs, “You come here looking this hot and I can’t even get any?”

“I'm just not in the mood.” Shifting yourself away from him, exiting from under his body.

He scoffs, “You were like a second ago.”

“But not now, not anymore.” You roll your eyes, pulling your jacket back on.

“So we’re really not doing this.” 

“No.” You are firm in your words, “We’re really not doing this.”

Jason tilting his head back as you can tell her is clearly annoyed. But you didn’t care, you wanted to get out of this room, of this house, away from this party. 

Steve .

You want to find Steve.

Stepping out of the room, straightening your clothes and hair as you feel an arm rest on your shoulders. Noticing Jason is standing unusually close. 

Finally lifting your head to see Steve staring back at you at the end of the hallway. His once open mouth shuts, nodding his head as he makes sense of the situation. Turning on his heels and getting lost within the crowd.

~~~

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[cature]

characters. susan pevensie, himari takakura, blair waldorf, clara oswald, odette (bluth animation), celia bowen, kirakishou, clara / the changeling (patho), mina harker, arabella strange, nicolas de lenfent, faith lehane, abigail hobbs, olivia dunham, river tam, wendy darling, lelouch vi britannia, xie lian, alice morgan.

listen. boygenius, carly rae jepsen, dashboard confessional, death cab for cutie, debussy, deco*27, ellie golding, fall out boy, fiona apple, frank turner, ghost quartet, green day, james morrison, loona, majiko, mayday parade, meg and dia, my chemical romance, natori, orla gartland, paramore, perfume, radwimps, regina spektor, slipknot, stormzy, taylor swift, the 1975, the decemberists, the used, the weepies, thriving ivory, yoh kamiyama, you me at six. [insane playlist here.]

play. 1bitheart, arkham asylum, caligula effect, corpse party, dgrp, dead space, death mark, deemo, fate extra, honkai impact, legend of zelda (ocarina), lobotomy corp, nanastars, outlast, oxenfree, pathologic, payday, persona, pixel horror, red candle, resident evil, rumu, silent hill, sims, skullgirls, transistor, undertale, until dawn, warhammer, we know the devil, yume nikki.

read. animorphs, cheese in the trap, clamp, cold comfort farm, discworld, dungeon meshi, fables, hooky, inso’s law, iwtv, jjk, live forever, lotr, more than human, morning glories, narnia, old kingdom, orange, pandora hearts, rubyquest, shinshi doumei cross, strange tales of oscar zahn, sweet home, the house on falling star hill, the night circus, the red country, tokyo ghoul, uglies, uzumaki, watership, wmmap, witch hat atelier, x-men, yumi’s cells.

watch. 28 days later, 30 days of night, ahs coven, baccano, btvs, code geass, critrole, death parade, doctor who (classic, big finish, new, novelizations) firefly, fringe, fdtd, got, ginger snaps, goblin, gossip girl, hellboy, i am in eskew, juni taisen, justified, kiznaiver, labyrinth, les mis, luther, magpod (s5 hater), motorcity, mxtx, netflix haunting, no. 6, penguindrum, precure, princess tutu, rozen maiden, the thick of it, tmfu film, yorimoi, zankyou no terror.

[pgaluminium]

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[mi5018-miakillackey]

Tracked shot process & character design -

so this is the process of my first tracked shot - it's the second scene in the film where the body cam is moving around the perimeter of the house at a wide stance. In this clip I did somewhat struggle to find a well tracked spot that made sense and that I could easily add a character into -

I thought of what kind of character I would add in here and what style, having quite a detailed animation for the last shot I did not want to necessarily add a similar style animation as I think it would look strange.

My Inso for this guy was shadow people - creepy shadow/humanoid people that feature in many video games and horror movies. this also made it possible for me to add "less" detail and focus on the tracking itself.

I kind of don't like how he looks because I removed the background, for some reason it took away the blurry of the smokey figure he has - I dunno I'm going to see how it fits in first.

Here are some examples of the inspiration:

[microvista]

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- May 07, 2023

When a company has reached the end of its useful life, or its owners have decided to close it down, striking off is an efficient and cost-effective way to dissolve the company and remove it from the Companies House register. Striking off can be completed without the need for formal liquidation, which can save time and effort.

Reasons for Striking Off Company

There are several reasons why a business owner might choose to strike off a company. For example:

The company is no longer trading

The company has no significant assets

The company has fulfilled its purpose

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Sending the application to Companies House: The company must send an application to Companies House requesting that the company be struck off the register. The application must include a statement of solvency signed by all the company's directors.

Publication of notice: After receiving the application, Companies House will publish a notice in the Gazette, a public record that provides notice to any interested parties.

Objections and striking off: If there are no objections from interested parties, the company will be struck off the register. If there are objections, the striking-off process will be delayed until the issues are resolved.

Advantages of Striking Off Company

Striking off has several advantages, including:

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Striking off a company can be a simple and cost-effective way to dissolve a company and remove it from the Companies House register. However, it is important to ensure that the company meets the eligibility criteria and that striking off is the appropriate option for the company. If striking off is not an option, there are several alternatives that may be appropriate depending on the company's circumstances.

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[sheisjoeschateau]

"...at the Chateau, we'll be alright."

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader A crossover au inspired by Saltburn and Call Me by Your Name. Additional inpso from Joe's college theater performance as in Spring Awakening.

Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo

Strangers to best friends to lovers. Slowburn. Angst, angst, angst. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Hurt/comfort. Romance, with polyamory themes and schemes. Smut with hella plot.

Summary: The reader lives with her parents at a fancy chateau, in France.  This year, her father offers their home as a housing sanctuary to a select student or graduate.  He decides to invite two graduate students to live with their family over the summer, coming from different working class backgrounds, and help with their academic paperwork as a professor of archaeology.

Steve Harrington: a rich kid from a swanky boarding school with a bad boy reputation and too much charm for his own good.  Surprisingly, his grades say otherwise.  A’s and B’s, his parents claim that is seeking one-on-one tutoring so that he can progress in his studies — but it sounds more like an excuse to ship him off for longer periods of time, giving them an out for having their son around during the summer.  The pretty boy’s all about ladies…but that’s only because he hasn’t met a boy who awakens his bisexuality.  Yet.

Jonathan Byers: a kid from the lower working class, excelling in his studies and AP programs at the same boarding school as Steve which he only got into because of community sponsorship and grants.  Quiet wallflower, little to no friends, a bit cynical.  A closeted gay, he’s more determined to stick with being perceived as “ace” than come out of the closet.  Until he goes to stay at a chateau with a handsome boy, and a beautiful girl who understands him.

Twists, turns and terrifying risks, you all put your hearts on the line that summer at the Chateau. Add the reader's cousin Eddie into the mix, along with her best friend Robin, Steve's ex-girlfriend Nancy, Jonathan's estranged mother and your progressive parents alongside Steve's absent parents -- it's a cruel summer.

But here, together at the chateau, you'll be alright.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊ ⋆SNEAK PREVIEW⋆ ⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ This will be another series of mine, dedicated to my boy. Coming soon.

[excerpt from the story]

There was something about the way you twirled in your sundress that reminded Steve of the bible.

He wasn't religious, nor did he think any god truly loved or believed in him. But here, watching you exist in your garden of eden at the Chateau, the good book almost seemed real.

You resembled something otherworldly.  Heavenly, sent straight from above.  Innocent, yet wise.  Kind, yet strong.  Powerful and delicate at the same time.  Your laugh was soft, feminine and pure.  Your spirit was whole.  Your smile blinded him with joy.  Your beauty was divine, angelic and overwhelming.  You were too much…and yet, you could never be enough.

But that wasn’t because you yourself weren’t enough.  No, rather it was because Steve would never be able to get enough of you.  He could never be close enough.  He could never be near you enough.  He could never tell you enough words that would accurately describe the way that you made him feel.  

The word ‘enough’ simply did not apply when it boiled down to you.  

And yet, as Steve swept you up into his arms — discarding his books and his education down onto the lawn, much more driven to study you — holding you felt like that was all that he would ever need for his life to be considered enough.  The feeling of your waist in his grasp, his strong arms circling your petite torso as your hair flew in the wind of the circle he spun you in, felt like a tornado.  A cyclone, sweeping you both off your feet so that it could take you far away from everything and everyone.  You were this fragile flower in his hands, yet unbreakable.  Real, but too good to be true.  A true story, but a fairytale of the mind.

Jonathan saw you this way — but from a more niche, almost platonic point of view.  It was just as codependent, yet approached with more independence and the ability to exist on his own two feet.  He’d do whatever it took to keep you, no matter what the hell that took.  And he knew that to some degree, a pretty scary degree, that he needed you too.  But he was content with the need.  Satisfied, at peace.  Completely grounded, secure.  Unlike Steve, who smiled out of fear and loved with his whole heart on the line.  Because Byers knew how to be alone.  He knew how to rely on himself, fill his own cup even when it was empty — which was all the time.  Byers was the epitome of “I walk alone.”  The human embodiment of solitude.  He preferred your company, your grace and your presence.  It made him better, and stronger — because he’d known prior how to operate without it.

Harrington didn’t.  Harrington needed someone, all the time.  As an only child, the loneliness had suffocated him in his big house with no parents.  He’d had no one to shush the nightmares away, no one to hold him whenever the monsters felt near.  No one to run to and trust with any secret that he had.  No true friend who would listen to his most intrusive thoughts without casting him away.  No girl that wanted him in the ways that he so desperately sought to be loved, not just lusted after.  Until you came along, sheltering him from all his deepest and darkest fears, childhood traumas and the ever-looming possibility of rejection.  He had been a threat to himself, and you put that threat to rest with just a soft brush of your lips against his knuckles and the touch of your tender hands.  

Whereas with Byers, you made him feel seen but not disturbed.  You allowed him to be present without needing to overcompensate.  You granted him refuge, earning his trust with your actions instead of your words.  He didn’t need your touch to calm him.  Rather, he felt steadied by just knowing that you were here.  You knew that touch was never a friend to Jonathan, which is why you never pushed yourself in.  Instead, he found himself drawn to you.  He didn’t recoil at the physical contact made between the two of you.  A hug, a warm embrace that lingered just an extra second or two.  A gentle squeeze of a hand as you shot him a wistful smile.  The most feather-like of kisses pressed to his cheek to say hello, good morning, good evening or goodnight.  It felt…nurturing.  Assuring, fostering.

Out on the outstretched lawn in front of the Chateau, acreage upon acreage, Jonathan watched your hair gleam underneath the golden glow of the setting sun.  He let the Marlboro in his mouth dangle between his teeth, the curriculum resting upon his lap as the scent of nicotine and fresh air filled his senses.  The mixture of it was perfect for the scene laid out before him: Steve spinning you around, his white collared shirt unbuttoned just enough to wear his tie swung in the breeze as he continued swirling you around like a princess.  And when he’d placed you back onto your feet, he peppered every single inch of your face with an obscene amount of stolen kisses as you giggled like the darling that you so effortlessly are.  Jonathan felt his lips tug upwards at the corner, unable to help himself when it came to the two of you.  His shoulder angel and shoulder devil.

He turned the page of his literature books, revealing his unfinished letter that he’d begun writing at lunch in response to his mother.  Joyce had written to him, asking him to tell her everything about the summer.  How was it in France?  What was it like?  Were the hosts kind, was he being polite towards them?  What about you?  Were the two of you getting along, as well as the other student?

Jonathan glanced up from his scribbled cursive, back at the two of you.  Steve was cupping your cheek, placing a flower in your hair with his free hand before moving to cup your other cheek so that he was cradling your face.  His perfect, sharp nose nuzzled to the tip of yours sweetly.  Jonathan felt his heart swell as the two of you turned to look at him with pure love.  Your arms stretched out towards him, along with Steve’s, beckoning him.  Come play with us.  He grinned at you both wholeheartedly, holding up a hand — which you both knew meant he would, just a little longer.  You’d all learned each others’ love languages by now, along with how to communicate through gestures and expressions.  Body language was all of your specialty, in a multitude of ways that no one else could ever possibly understand.  Jonathan didn’t mind that.  It was only meant for the three of you.

Flicking his cigarette, he glanced back down at the incomplete letter he was ready to finish writing for his mother.  He took his pen, letting the ink spill onto the parchment. He'd already written down things earlier, telling her that your parents had taken them in as their own. He wrote about how much your father made him adore his studies in ways he never had before, and how he'd been inspired to help Steve study alongside him as an assistant tutor of sorts. He wrote to her about an Aperol spritz had somehow become the drink of the summer, using fresh citrus from the gardens of your estate, and how it made uncharacteristically sappy. How you and Steve made him that way too, even without the poison coursing through his veins.

Something about them makes me feel like I can, Mom.  I keep asking myself if this all just a dream.  Or maybe, it’s the past?  Not sure.  Either way, just thought I’d ask.  Not because I am seeking the answer, from you or the universe.  Rather, I’m simply existing and letting it all just happen.  C’est la vie.  I know…so very French. Perhaps I'm running a fever. A lovesick sort of fever.

Jonathan grinned down at his writing with wry amusement at himself.  At his life.

He turned over his shoulder, glancing back at the majestic chateau behind him.  Chateau Chalamet.  Your childhood home. His new home, as of that summer…which was dwindling away, day by day.  Every day that passed meant that he had less time.  All of you were losing time.  He sighed, resuming his writing.

I’ll turn back the time whenever this all ends.  In my mind, this will always be a home away from home.  Which is something I never thought I would say.  I’m not really sure what my future holds.  But it doesn’t really concern me at the moment. Now right now. Right now, I'm at the chateau and I feel alright. Love, Jonathan

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