#like i believe they are the bestest of friends forever and ever and like as hotblooded young men growing up together they must have tried a

[dirt-str1der]

I literally had a dream about reading the worst fan fiction like fucking ever kiryu was just randomly a yandere and nishiki was trying his best to survive also kiryu turned into a dragon (deez nuts) halfway and let nishiki kill him for being a bad boy but he was so upset about having to kill his bro that he just lay in the corpse for a bit and thats when i decided to stop reading and i literally opened tumblr in my dream to complain about how bad it was like the writing went back and forth from being terrible to incredible and i found myself enjoying some parts and despising others. I skipped the first few chapters so i had to tab back out and read the summary like why are they in a beach resort and the summary didnt just tell me nothing but it was also double spaced between each line and very fucking irritating and while reading it i kept thinking this is extremely ooc and boring like they would not fucking say that

[chelseeebe]

everything has changed

you and steve were once the bestest of friends, cruelly torn apart when you’re forced to leave hawkins suddenly. fifteen years on, everything has changed and yet, nothing has changed.

i had this idea a while ago and then have recently become re-obsessed with the song so decided to give it a rewrite! it’s kinda giving seven x everything has changed and i love that. i have a sitcom level idea of a part two for this but i’m not sure it’ll ever come to fruition

18+. no smut but my blog is 18+ :) mostly just fluffy friends to lovers stuff hehe

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“you promise we’ll be friends forever?” steve asks, quirking his little eyebrows up. still so innocent, so unaware that the world was a cruel place.

“i promise!” you’d shrieked, toothy grin beaming over at him as you sat poised on the climbing frame. “we’ll write letters every week and in the summer you can come and visit!”

steve whooped with glee, the metal frame shaking from the force of his body, “okay! my mom has your mom’s number so i can call you,” grubby hands clinging onto yours.

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, wobbling atop of your tower. full of hope and your shared joy. oblivious to how the next 15 years would play out.

-

life hadn’t been so kind as to keep the two of you in contact. steve’s mom had tried to explain it to him, but his poor seven year old brain couldn’t quite grasp it.

it was only when he was older that he had realised what had happened.

you had been whisked away to california, your mother’s home state, far away from your dad. for your safety of course. his mother had warned him not to mention where you had gone to anyone, and he’d stuck by that.

and really, life had gotten in the way of thinking about you too much. basketball tryouts and getting girls into the back of his bmw had taken precedence over fading thoughts of freckly girls he once knew.

steve was at college now, admittedly tagging along with robin, but he was enjoying it. he played basketball, studied children’s education and had even scored himself a kinda stable girlfriend.

he’s sat in the library, book open and unread in front of him on the table as robin attempts to convince him to go out tonight.

“it’ll be fun! besides, i promised my roommate that i’d go.. y’know she’s having a hard time,” turning on the puppy dog eyes that more often than not, worked on him.

he groans, “i don’t know rob.. finals are coming up soon and i really need to get this down if i wanna graduate with you,” though he makes no effort to actually pick up the book, more interested in the coffee robin had used as a bargaining chip.

“steve,” almost warningly, “come for an hour,” nodding at him, as if to subliminally make him agree, “and then i’ll help you study all day tomorrow, okay?” tilting her head, bright green* eyes glistening at him.

“fine,” succumbing to her pleas, “but you owe me,” sending a glare across the table as he finally turns the page.

robin grins, happy she’d gotten her own way. again.

-

they walk arm in arm into the bar, squeezing through the crowd as they attempt to locate robin’s mysterious roommate.

steve sighs, whispering into robin’s ear, “why do i have to be here? just because your roommate is a lonely weirdo, doesn’t mean you have to drag me out too,” pouting like a petulant child.

she pinches his arm, causing him to yelp into her ear, “this is why i used to pray for the ceiling light to fall on your head in mrs click’s class,” pulling away from him as she spots whoever she’s looking for.

“wait.. what?” he calls out after her, weaving through the crowd to find her again.

she has her face buried into someone’s shoulder, blabbering about the busy bar and how good it was to get out.

robin pulls away, gesturing over to steve as this lucrative stranger meets his eye.

it’s you.

the little girl who had promised to be his best friend forever now stood before him, all grown up. he almost doesn’t believe it. in fact, he can’t. not until you speak, his name echoes around meaninglessly.

“what the fuck?” he gasps, still in utter shock.

“it’s really you? you’re.. oh my god, you’re steve of course you are,” wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug, the exact way you had fifteen years ago.

you even smell the same, a distinct sort of vanilla smell that takes his mind hurtling fifteen years into the past. he almost wants to throw up from the turbulence of it all.

“i can’t believe you’re here,” you gasp, still nuzzled into his shoulder, “this is so surreal,” now holding him at arms length, dissecting his face in the same way he was yours.

you looked the same and yet completely different. no more gappy smiles or sun bleached hair, very pretty. his seven year old self had thought so too, but your friendship had meant more.

“you two know each other?” robin perplexes, watching the scene unfold with zero context.

“we.. uh- yeah,” unsure of how much he can divulge, still under strict orders from his mom to never tell a soul where you’d gone.

“we were friends, i was born in hawkins so.. god, this is so weird,” you exasperate, letting go of his frame to talk to a bewildered robin.

“you’re from hawkins? you told me you were from california?” robins face twists in confusion.

“it’s a.. complicated story,” you look back at him, still trying to decipher if he was even real, “i moved away when i was young but we were like, best friends,” baring your teeth with your smile.

“well shit, i’ve got time,” robin laughs, sliding into the booth, she looks up at steve, “drinks on you.. you know, to celebrate,” wiggling her brows in that irritating way she did when she wanted something.

he dutifully obliges as you begin your story, he supposes that now you probably can.

your dad had moved out of hawkins a while ago, it wasn’t exactly a secret as to why you guys had just up and left so abruptly. steve had always hated him, made sure to glare daggers into his back when he and his mother would pass him in the street or in melvalds. he felt he owed you that.

plus steve was angry, angry that you’d had to leave him behind because of your dad. his tiny mind couldn’t comprehend that it was for the better, only understanding that it was your dad’s fault his best friend had been taken from him.

steve’s curious about california, how your life differed from hawkins. you play it off as nothing special but you smile differently when you speak of afternoons after school spent on the beach and learning to surf.

he makes some off-hand comment about making it out which causes your brows to furrow, “so did you,” tapping the table in front of him, “remember we would talk about college? living in a big house together?”

he chortles, almost choking on his beer, “yeah, with ten dogs and three cats,” shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“wow..” robin butts in, “so you did this with other girls before me?” faux-offence written all over her face.

you beam, looking between the two of them, “so are you guys dating?”

steve does choke this time, sputtering as the bitter liquid slides down the back of his throat.

“no!” they chime in unison.

“jesus christ, you think i’d date him?” robin falls into a fit of giggles, it didn’t hurt his ego anymore. robin had very particular tastes and that very much didn’t include men.

“thanks rob..” he snarls jokingly, “i uh, i have a girlfriend.. just not robin,” he’s not sure why he’s apprehensive to tell you. christ, he’d only re-known you for five fucking minutes.

“sorry, i just assumed..” shrinking into your seat, desperate to change the subject.

he’s modestly pleased that you don’t ask any more about his girlfriend, which in turn makes him feel a rotten sense of guilt.

“yeah well, to assume makes an ass out of you and me,” robin adds, giving you a poke to your ribs for good measure, “and he’s definitely not my type,” her nose shrivelling up in disgust.

you snigger, poking robin right back as she explodes into her myriad of reasons why she would never date steve. she kept a list.

there’s a sickening feeling of affinity, like all the years you hadn’t been together just ceased to exist, they no longer mattered.

especially when your eyes meet as robin prattles on, like you’re sharing an old joke.

he doesn’t like this, doesn’t fancy his odds of coming out of this unscathed but that doesn’t stop him from shifting his chair closer as the night goes on. nor does it stop him from walking you home, supporting a tipsy robin on his arm.

and it most certainly doesn’t effect him when you hug him goodnight, nestling your chin into his shoulder the way you used to.

fuck.

-

steve climbs down the steps into the strange smelling studio, he hadn’t even known this ever existed. there’s art littering the walls, the shelves, just about any surface that was available.

you’re at the back of the empty room, dabbing a paintbrush onto a canvas, completely unaware of his presence.

“hey.. robin said you’d be down here,” he speaks softly, so as to not startle you.

you still jump, clutching your chest as you spin on your heel, “jesus christ,” panting rather dramatically, “you scared the shit outta me,” shock turning into a wide smile.

“sorry,” he chuckles, weaving through the easels, trying his damn hardest not to touch or knock anything over, “what ya’ working on?” peering at the canvas.

it’s a beautiful scene, a lone swing set lies in the middle, surrounded by a peachy-pink sunset. it’s reminiscent of something he can’t quite place.

“oh just..” shrugging him off, “some stuff for my exhibition.. i dunno if i like it yet,” downplaying the glorious work of art in front of him. as if there were any need.

“what are you talking about? it’s so good,” still clinging onto his backpack strap.

you shake your head, taking the apron off of your body, tossing it onto the hook full of other dirtied aprons. “i can do better.. anyway, did you trek all the way down here for a reason or..?”

he lingers by the painting for a second longer before turning to face you, remembering his actual aim, “yes! are you joining us for dinner tonight? robin wants you to meet all of our friends,” he offers, though he’s aware it’s not much of a deal for you.

“uh.. who’s gonna be there?” you ask, quirking a brow. he’s aware that you’re not exactly a social butterfly.

“well, nancy, jonathan, vickie.. argyle, if jonathan can convince him to come out,” they were all nice enough, if he and robin liked you, they definitely would too.

“i dunno..” wrinkling your nose.

“come on,” he pleads, “it’ll be fun.. they’ll love you. nance’s been begging me to get you out.. please?”

you shake your head, as if weighing up your options, “okay.. fine, but dinner’s on you,” as you drop the pallet into the sink for someone else to deal with.

“great,” he beams, there’s something to be said about the fact he still hadn’t introduced katie to the rest of his friends yet.. but he doesn’t wanna think about that.

his hand comes to rest on what he thinks is a dry desk, waiting for you to finish up, only to find his hand now covered in goopy white paint, “oh shit,” he fusses, pulling your attention from the sink.

“oh fuck, i should’ve told you that was wet..” looking between his outstretched hand and his eyes, a giggle bubbling on your lips as he stomps over to the sink.

“oh is this funny to you, huh?” joining you at the basin.

you run the hot water for him, grabbing the bottle of soap ready to clean his hand, “well it’s a little funny,” lips twitching while he stands like a lemon.

as steve normally does, he acts before he thinks, pressing his paint-covered palm to your cheek, only registering what he had done when you shriek in response, splashing water everywhere.

“you asshole!” you gasp, brows furrowed as you conjure up something for revenge.

that’s when you grab the still paint-covered brush and smear it over his cheek and nose, staining his features a daring bright orange.

“oh it’s like that is it?” he grins, grabbing your wrist with his clean hand, threatening to mark you again. “you don’t wanna mess with me, i’ve got the upper hand,” sticking his tongue out slightly, unable to shake the way your eyes still glistened the same.

“if you want me to come to dinner, you’ll put your hand down.. call a truce,” bargaining with him.

he obliges, holding his hands up in surrender, “okay.. okay, you win,” unable to contain his laughter as he washes the paint from his palm.

you shoulder barge him as you come back to the sink, pulling your clean brushes from the water and leaving them to dry on the metal board.

“we’re gonna have to swing by my room,” you smile begrudgingly, shoving your stuff into your bag, watching as he dries his hand.

“okay,” his grin still lingering, “personally, i think you should just come to dinner like that.. it looks great,” enjoying the ribbing that came with being your friend.

you scoff, practically pushing him out of the studio, ensuring he couldn’t wreck havoc on anything else.

the pair of you glide down the hall, steve filling you in on the guests that would joining you for dinner when a voice calls his name from in front.

katie bounds up to him, smile fading the second she sees the new colour of his face, “why are you orange?” face screwed up as she rescinds her offer of a kiss. he’s slyly thankful that your adorned his face now.

“oh we.. i- i tripped, got paint everywhere,” he chuckles, feeling like a scolded child.

katie hums, “right.. that’s kinda weird,” her eyes flit over to you and the paint on your face, “you trip too?” a judgemental look flashing across her features.

“no,” shrinking into yourself, “steve.. tripped,” doubting your own words, like your measly paint fight needed to be kept secret. but maybe that’s just how he felt, is that wrong?

he can’t decide.

“hmph,” katie frowns, her attention turning back to steve, “go and clean up.. you look like a clown,” before speeding off down the hall, ponytail flouncing around as she goes.

he just rolls his eyes continuing out of the building as you scurry along behind, “she seems nice,” sarcasm dripping off your tongue.

“ignore her,” brushing the whole encounter off, “she’s just.. pissy because i’m busy tonight, don’t take it personally,” offering a short smile. he glances at his watch, grimacing at the time, “oh shit, we’re late,” grabbing your hand as he starts sprinting ahead.

“i can’t meet your friends like this!” you holler, bounding behind him.

“they won’t mind!” he screams into the wind, dodging other students with a skill only possessed by someone who chronically sleeps through their alarm.

they really don’t.

in fact, robin bursts into laughter as you walk into the diner, “i’m not even gonna ask,” tapping the plush cushion for you to slide in next to her, steve follows closely behind.

the two of you share a look, an inside joke that was just yours. he liked that, it made him feel strangely important. like he was worthy of sharing things with just you.

everyone is lovely, obviously. he had no doubt that they would be. argyle corners you about california, discovering that it is a rather large state and no, you won’t have bumped into each other.

steve doesn’t want the night to end, he’s selfish like that. so he does the sane thing to ensure you spend as much time together as possible, walking you and robin back through campus, still adorned with paint.

“thank you.. for making me go,” you smile coyly once you reach your door, robin had already disappeared off inside, leaving just the two of you.

“no worries.. i told you they’d love you,” shoving his hands into his pockets, mostly so he doesn’t do anything stupid.

you chuckle, reaching for the door handle, “i’ve really missed you, you know? it’s like it’s all hit me at once,” shrugging your shoulders as if that were just some nonchalant comment he would ever be able to forget.

“i missed you too,” he adds, truly meaning it.

sure, he’d found friendship again but nothing had ever felt quite like you. it was different, and even now after years and years of being in separate states, with no idea that the other was even still alive, it all felt normal.

like you could walk back into that park tomorrow, sit on the swings and just natter away about everything and nothing like you used to.

“goodnight, see you tomorrow?” you smile, sliding through the door, waiting just long enough for his reply.

“of course,” returning the smile.

he hums all the way home, a child-like joy overrunning his senses. he thinks about you when he dreams, of sharing crayons and candy. high-pitched giggles and an unfaltering feeling of love.

-

it had been weeks of hanging out now, sharing tales from your childhood, robin was still struggling to understand that you were also from hawkins. “you’re just.. it’s crazy, you’re nothing like the usual hawkins dwellers and the fact that you were friends with him? wow..” she had muttered with a swift jab to steve’s arm.

she had had the bright idea of a sleepover, they hadn’t really been able to since moving to chicago, out of respect for their roommates but now her roommate was you, what was stopping them?

“why don’t we push the beds together?” robin blurts out, like a lightbulb had just gone ding on the top of her head.

you nod excitably, going to heave your bed across the room. steve pushes the end of the bed frame, connecting it to robin’s as she stands there doing absolutely nothing to help.

“phew thanks robin, couldn’t have done that without all your help!” steve quips, throwing his best friend a snide smile.

“shut up dingus, my nails are still wet,” as if that made it okay.

you smile at the two of them, stood in your pyjamas that steve had definitely not been gawping at. he doesn’t mean to, he knows it’s not like that. he has a girlfriend for christ’s sake.

that’s what he’s been telling himself anyway.

“you’re in the middle,” robin declares, looking at you, rather than him, “put your cold feet on somebody else for once,” before climbing into her side of the bed.

you slide in next, cuddling up to robin as you do. steve’s next, fashioned in his excuse for pyjamas, namely a chicago university shirt and his boxers. it probably wouldn’t go down well if katie were to find out but he didn’t particularly care.

there’s a joke there, something about sharing a bed with a lesbian and his childhood best friend but he can’t be bothered to think about it.

not when you turn over to face him, all smiles and warm cheeks, he has to remind himself that robin is on the other side of you, mumbling something about not waking her up early.

“goodnight,” you grin, relaxing into the pillow you shared as the light flickers off.

“night,” he replies, pulling his eyes away from your shadowy features, deciding that staring at the fuzzy ceiling was better than being a freak.

you roll over slightly, head falling onto his shoulder making his breathing falter, sworn to this position until you up and moved. it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make.

he shouldn’t be thinking like this, you’re friends, old friends to be exact. and he has a girlfriend.

-

except, he awakens in the morning, stiff shoulder and a cricked neck, taking a peek at the other side of the bed to find robin had forced you into him with her sprawling limbs.

you rouse not long after he does, blinking at the light and hurriedly moving your head from his dead arm.

“oh my god,” you remark, “i’m sorry.. was i on you all night?” wriggling around the small space you held.

steve exhales, lifting his arm in the air in an attempt to get some blood flowing back into the extremity, “yup.. it’s okay though,” quickly rolling over to face you, “sleep well?”

“well, apart from robin’s foot in my back.. yeah, pretty well,” chuckling into the pillow as you shy away. he wishes you wouldn’t.

“then it was worth the dead arm,” returning your abnormally bright smile, you were far too chipper for this time in the morning but he didn’t mind. made a difference from the usual grump robin was in, for sure.

“you should sleep over more often,” you smile.

he heart soars, god he’d love to. “oh yeah? like we used to?”

the crinkle by your eye returns, remembering times gone by, “yeah, just like that,” speaking softly, as if it wouldn’t take an industrial alarm to wake robin.

“you wanna go get breakfast?” he asks, before this devolves any further.

“absolutely.”

-

there’s a knock at the door, tommy doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even make a half assed effort to pretend to care so steve huffs and gets up to answer.

you’re stood on the other side, already smiling as you wait. it’s a welcome sight, without robin he’s been a little stir-crazy, not yet brave enough to venture to your room without her there.

maybe he’s afraid that something would happen, maybe he’s not. he’s not entirely convinced that he’d have the power to stop himself.

“i just came to give you a ticket.. for my exhibition, it’s on saturday so.. if you’re busy i totally get it,” you fret, offering out the ticket to him.

there’s an undetermined feeling in his stomach, looking down at the paper ticket in his pal, warmth rushing to his chest at the fact you’d even considered him.

steve steps out of the room, closing the door behind him, away from tommy and listening ears. tommy and katie were friends somewhat, mostly by association through his girlfriend carol. anyhow, he wasn’t keen on him telling some misconstrued story to carol and then reaping the punishment from that.

“wow..” still starstruck that you had asked him. “i’ll be there.. wouldn’t miss it,” sliding the ticket into his pocket, mostly so he would stop looking like a weirdo for staring at it.

“okay,” you nod, smile up to your ears, “it’s only small..” here you go again, downplaying your talent as if steve would ever care.

“stop it,” he warns, jokingly rolling his eyes, “hey, i’ll walk you back.. i needa get out of that fucking room,” gesturing for you to take the lead.

you chatter all the way across campus, talking about everything and nothing, he wants to ask if that painting of the swingset will be there but doesn’t. letting you blabber on about composition and the asshole gallery manager that wants you to set up at 6am.

its only when you reach your hall that you stop, turning to face him with a genuine smile that makes his heart thud.

“it’d really mean a lot if you came..”

he nods, stepping closer only just, “i will, i’ll be there,” assuring you as much as he could. he meant it, too. there’s really nothing he could think of that would make him not go.

he allows his gaze to slip to your lips, he lets himself do that even though he shouldn’t.

studying the curve, the slight gap between your bottom and top lip, the way they twitch with what he hopes is anticipation.

you’re both inching closer, neither of you acknowledging what’s about to happen. the air is thick, silent even. a knowing sense that you’re either about to ruin everything or become something more.

two doors down, a door swings open, a voice bellowing out, “i’ll catch up!” before a boy speeds out, glancing at the two of you briefly before disappearing.

you clear your throat, averting your gaze, studying the dirtied floor, “okay.. i’ll see you saturday,” coy smile as you unlock the door and potter off inside.

steve stands there, blinking at the wooden frame as if you’d somehow materialise from the other side.

he hightails it back to his room, in some sort of daze as he attempts to reconfigure himself. his relationship and his friendship with you. nothing made sense.

he’s not sure it ever will again.

fuck he wishes robin were here. of course she’s at some stupid family reunion when he needs her most. his next port of call would be you and well.. that didn’t seem particularly helpful.

he errs on calling robin, floating around his room with no purpose. at least tommy was no where to be seen, unsure if he could’ve handled his beady little eyes and snooping questions.

katie would be waiting on him, he always stayed over on thursdays, at least he used to. before you were back i. the picture. before you had completely consumed his mind with your stupid smile and stupid face. both a distant memory and an important part of his current life. it’s fucking dizzying.

it’s not really stupid, he thinks he’s stupid actually.

steve does what he does best and decides to ignore his brain, grabs his keys and storms out of his dorm. he’s grateful that katie’s house is on the opposite side of campus from your building. that way he couldn’t accidentally wind up there instead of where he’s supposed to be.

she welcomes him in, a pink, frilly house that steve had always detested a little bit. it smelt too strongly of vanilla and the other girls always side-eyed him, bitter and judgemental over something he couldn’t figure out.

it’s now that they’re sat on katie’s satin bedsheets that he realises that he really, really doesn’t want to be here.

nevertheless, he swallows it down. putting on false pretences as they fake-watch the shitty rom-com she’d turned on to fill the silence.

“so.. have you got your suit for saturday?” katie asks, playing with his limp hand.

“yeah,” resisting the urge to move his hand away, “sorry- saturday? i thought it was tomorrow?”

katie had asked- or more precisely begged him to escort her to this senior send off ceremony. some bullshit sorority ritual that made zero sense to him.

“uh.. no, always been saturday,” she’s still smiling, still trying, “steve, i told you weeks ago,” her frustrations seeping out of her pores, spilling over onto her features.

“you said friday,” so sure of himself, so sure that she was wrong. how would he forget that?

unless something, or perhaps someone was shrouding his mind.

“well, what plans are more important than your girlfriend’s senior send off?” she asks, all defensive.

he struggles to answer, there’s no way he can really spin it to make it sound less bad, strangled noises drift from his throat as the words fail to form.

“exactly,” katie pouts, crossing her arms over her chest, “you’ll just have to rearrange.”

steve doesn’t stay over, makes up some shoddy excuse about needing to study to get out of it. she’s not happy, obviously, but when is she?

he’s grateful that the campus is quiet as he stalks back to his dorm, thoughts swirling through his brain. everything is so confusing, his cushy little college life had been majorly disrupted and now all of the plans he had made had come crashing down.

there had been conversations about finding a house after graduation, moving in together randomly starting their life and yet, that couldn’t be further than what he wanted.

at least now.

-

steve finally gives up, turning to the only person he thinks will rationalise his thoughts, robin buckley. who has pulled her grandmother’s phone into the private dining room just for this conversation.

“we nearly kissed,” he spits out, eyeing the group of drunk students passing in the hallway. wouldn’t it be great if it somehow got back to katie through some nosy busybody.

“what? when? why didn’t you call me sooner?” she demands, “why didn’t you kiss? oh my god steve harrington, you’re so useless.”

“uh.. what do you mean why didn’t we kiss? remember my girlfriend? who’d chop my balls off if i ever cheated on her?”

“who cares? nobody likes her anyway,” robin roars right into his ear.

“i’m not gonna even acknowledge that.”

“okay, well, did you want to kiss her?”

steve pauses, perplexing the situation. he doesn’t need to really, of course he wanted to.

“..yeah.”

“well there you go!” she shrieks.

“it felt.. weird, i dunno, i think she wanted to too,” he curls the cord around his finger, “and now katie wants me to go to this senior send-off thing but there’s the exhibition.. i don’t know what to do,” his shoulders slumping.

“wait wait wait, what do you mean it felt weird?” dismissing his dilemma. you know, the thing he had actually called her about.

“well it felt right.”

the line goes silent but he can still hear her faint breathing down the line. she’s thinking, probably attempting to sweeten up her words. but eventually she sighs, “i think you know what to do.”

“but i don’t! rob i really don’t! why do you think i’m calling you at fucking one am?”

she clicks her tongue and steve can picture what smug look she has on her face, it was a signature feature of hers, especially when she’d been able to prove him wrong. “you do. i think you called me because you wanted me to tell you what you want to hear.. but i don’t even need to do that.”

he wails into the receiver, all he’d wanted was a clear cut answer from his best friend. a little advice and maybe some confirmation bias, was that too much to ask for?

“you’re no help,” he scowls, patting his now empty pockets in search of more coins, “i haven’t got any more change.. i’m gonna have to go,” sighing as he’s left on his own with his head once more.

“you’ll do the right thing, steve. i know you and i trust you,” before the line cuts out, the dial tone screams out.

he slams the piece of useless plastic back onto the holder. that wasn’t helpful, rather just some weird, reverse psychology lesson. he feels cheated, his first option of just flipping a coin would’ve been more helpful.

his feet drag along the carpet back to his room, swallowing the guilt and all of the other confusing emotions he seemed to have accumulated.

it’s funny that even though robin hadn’t exactly said anything specific, he’d known what she was talking about. it’s even funnier that as he climbs into bed, all he can think about is you.

-

steve hangs back, stood at the back while the speech finishes. he doesn’t know what he’s doing here, what he’s supposed to be looking at or talking to, incredibly out of place.

no one pays him any mind, too interested in whatever this balding man has to say.

you don’t spot him either, keeping your eyes trained to the art director. he can tell you’re nervous, picking indiscreetly at your hangnail, chewing on your cheek. you’d never liked, or been particularly good at public speaking, steve was your voice for many years. not that he minded.

there’s lots of chatter, people walking around the small space with their hands behind their back, putting on this facade that they were art snobs and not just weird middle-aged people looking for something to do on a saturday afternoon.

they all sort of disperse, ogling the paintings and such. leaving him stood in the middle of the room like a lemon, wondering if he should just go over to you or wait until this had all finished.

but you meet his eye momentarily, head snapping in his direction when you realise who it is. your lips slowly curve into a smile, ditching the conversation to weave through everyone to him.

“you came,” you state, like there was ever a chance of him not coming.

“i told you i would,” he’s not one to break a promise. ever.

“no i know but, robin mentioned something about your girlfriend, she didn’t know if you were.. forget it,” throwing your hands about, ridding the air of your words.

he’s not exactly surprised that you’d have doubts, not after your almost-kiss the other night. he hadn’t seen you since, too busy with the exhibit to sit and dwell on it, he bets.

steve shakes his head, “nah, i had something more important to do,” full of unbridled exhilaration, it’s like his body knew he had made the right choice.

you flush, avoiding his eyes as you usually do when you’re nervous or embarrassed. “well.. thank you,” shrugging him off. he so wish you wouldn’t.

he decides to just lay it all bare, tired of skirting around the truth and minimising his obviously very real feelings. “this isn’t the right time but,” smoothing down his wrinkled shirt, “i just wanted you to know that i’ve wanted to do this for weeks and.. shit,” he sighs, cupping your cheek and moving in before you can protest.

your lips connect, sending flames through his veins, you’re not expecting it judging by the lack of movement on your part, stood frozen even as he pulls away.

“sorry,” the first thing he says, watching your face as you stand shocked.

he was so sure that his feelings would be reciprocated, had pretty much convinced himself that you were destined to grow grey together but maybe he’d got it all wrong.

his cheeks burn as you just blink, time slows and he wishes that the floorboards would just collapse under him so he could disappear forever.

in lieu of a reply, you smash your faces together again, this time steve’s not quite expecting it, your noses bang against each others. but he doesn’t move, his smile growing against your lips.

there are a collection of muttered oohs from the crowd. it was rather a lot for a saturday morning.

“sorry,” you echo, biting down into your bottom lip, “not the wrong time at all,” your eyes shining through your spindly lashes.

steve bursts into laughter, drawing an even bigger crowd of eyes as he does so. his eyes dart around the vaguely stunned audience, “hey look, find me after.. i’ll be here,” gently pushing you off to go and do whatever the hell it is that artists do at these things.

you nod, all dazed and smiley, immediately falling into conversation about a painting.

-

he’s only dozing when the door creaks open, too encapsulated by sleep to bother to open his eyes. you’re dead to the world, snoring softly curled into his chest.

a quiet gasp rings out from the door and then just as expected, robin bounds over to your bed, poking his arm that was both underneath your shoulders and hanging off of the bed.

he peeks a look at his slightly deranged best friend, the lamp was just bright enough to showcase her enthusiastic grin, “you did it!” whispering far too loudly, “i knew you’d make the right choice,” buzzing around the room.

she damn near jumps in the air, clicking her heels together like some freak.

steve just closes his eyes again, falling back into sleep with a grin on his face and you between his arms.

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CCG - LUCI’S 3RD BIRTHDAY

In honor of the great @blainesebastian ‘s birthday here’s a little instagram compilation I’ve conjured up for our adored CCG nation <3 Austin, CCG, and Luci we miss and love ya’ll forever and Mccall you are a brilliant mind whom I will adore until the end of time! Have the bestest birthday ever, you deserve nothing less!

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enews And the Best Dad Award goes to ….! In honor Austin Butler and Y/N’s little girl turning three today let’s take a look back at our favorite moments of Austin Butler being the best dad ❤️ link in bio for full video of second slide.

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austinfan18 video of luci running into austin’s arm after two weeks apart you will always be famous!

butlerishh him throwing her in the air LMAO LUCI WAS NOT HAVING FUN

ccgfan HA fr luci was looking at her mom to save her

iloveaustin Can we talk about how proud his mom would be about what a great parent he is?

sharonbleu Austin even has Salma Hayek up in the likes 😉

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coffee.girl Celebrating Luci day should be every day tbh. 🦖���👁️🐠🪷🌸☃️🥞 @austinbutler and I can’t believe we created this wonderful being, she had to have come from a lab of perfection.

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ashleytisdale Luci told me she’s from Pluto and I believe her. It’s the only logical explanation.

austinbutler Nice use of all of Luci’s favorite emoji’s, she’s going to be so proud. ❤️

jillian.mua The best thing you and Austin ever did and will ever do is have sex three years ago to give the world the best human to walk the Earth

coffee.girl JILLIAN!

ashleybee I’m disgusted but I get what she means

austinbutler Babe close your comment section please

chrisevans Happy bday to the one who is gonna prove aliens exist!

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people Luci Butler turns three today so we must not forget to credit her mother (and best friend) in a world where it seems moms get no recognition for being superhuman.

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user12 imagine using a 3 year olds bday to make some political womens movement statement. mom’s get plenty of recognition.

butlerfamupdates I actually applaud People Magazine for this. All day magazine’s have posted Austin’s cutest moments with Luci and talked about what a wonderful Dad he is - which no one would ever doubt to think he is - but Luci’s mom is very much present as well and deserves love too. Luci loves both her parents. It’s normal for a kid to have favorites, it doesn’t make the other parent ‘bad.’

ccgfan Y/N and Luci sharing their love for open water together and creating sea shell necklaces i cry

ccgfan1 You just know she’s the most supportive and loving mother! Austin and Luci are so lucky to have her!

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ashleytisdale happy birthday to Jupiter’s bestest friend in the whole wide world! We are so lucky to have you in our life Luci ❤️🦖✨

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coffee.girl the cutest besties 👯 🤣

fan23 ashley and aus are bffs now their daughters are too 😭

austinluv STOP my heart can’t take it

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butlerfamupdates a cute little insight into Luci’s “THREE-REX” bday party! Posts and reposts from @austinbutler and @coffee.girl IG stories

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sugartreats Thank you for choosing us for her cakes and treats! The sweetest, most beautiful family 🙌🏼 #happybirthdayluci

fan34 so luc is like obsessed w dinos huh 🤔

fan33 austin literally calls her lil dino

fan45 u just know it was luci’s idea to put a tutu on the scary t rex LMAO

sugarcakes Oh it was! Her parents brought her in and Miss Luci was very specific with what she wanted haha

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jillian.mua Happy birthday cool girl 🥳 I love you

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austinbutler vibin’

ashleybee oh gosh i wanna kiss those cheeks

oliviadejonge i wanna be her when i grow up ✨🥳

coffee.girl @austinbutler trendsetter 😂❤️

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austinbnews via Austin’s IG story for Luci’s birthday! Happy birthday sweet Luci 🎂 ♥️

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austinfan23 she’s taking after her parents with her love of books 🥹

ccgfan yes Y/N and Austin built Luci her personal little library 😭

butlerupdates Austin taking a picture of Luci taking a picture of Y/N — ICONIC

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austinbutler happy birthday lil dino ♥️

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coffee.girl … and she’s out for the count

jillian.mua @coffee.girl she had a busy day bossing everyone around

ashleytisdale @austinbutler please tell me you at least wiped the cake frosting off her face

austinbutler @ashleytisdale I’m not dealing with that tantrum when she wakes up

coffee.girl @austinbutler neither am I smart move

ashleybee I LOVE HERRRR

LMAOOOO MCCALL WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I TOLD YOU I WAS ALREADY WORKING ON THIS BEFORE YOU TEXTED ME TODAY ASKING ABOUT LUCI ?!???? OUR BRAINSSS INTERCONNECTED 🙌🏼❤️❤️❤️❤️ happy birthday mccall love you and your little universe and luci and ccg so much you’re awesome

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

first love // Something to believe

🎶something to believe by painting promises

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] back from the grave and ready to start writing again I introduce to you... a new series! this is just the beginning of a new and painful adventure for our favourite boy Stevie, hope you enjoy! btw the upside down doesn't exist, Eddie lives and Nancy isn't Steve's Ex (everything else is normal though).

[warnings] none!

first love masterlist here!

Almost thirty and still painfully single, you’d come to the conclusion that maybe love just wasn’t for you. Sure your parents and friends loved you but nobody was In Love with you. Since freshman year of high school you’d been aware of your lack of romantic interests, wether it was Chad from biology who asked you out as a dare or Jake from math who was about as interesting as watching paint dry, nobody had seen you; nobody had wanted you. 

Except for Steve.

At 14 you weren’t sure if it was his adorably nervous smile or shining brown orbs that drew you in but since the first moment your eyes met you fell head over heels for him. No matter how much your parents hounded you on your feelings for the cute chestnut haired boy you chalked everything down to a right place, right time kind of thing. In secret you were a fool in love, smiling like an idiot any time his name was mentioned and in public you were simply a best friend, his best friend.

 While time passed and fate crowned him as the infamous ‘King Steve’ your feelings never faltered. Growing day by day, minute by minute, even when you were deemed a glorified personal assistant by his other so called ‘friends’, shunned aside among the ‘peasants’ unworthy of a royalties precious time. Short lived but a monumental time in his life, he managed to find his way back to you, like magnets yearning to meet, no matter the circumstances you could never be apart for long.

At 19 after watching him go through his fair share of girl friends and hookups you finally realised it was better to keep your feelings hidden. After all, trading years of friendship for one night of pleasure wasn’t worth it, not when you could have every other part of him, any day of the week, forever. In fact, if that was all you’d ever be you were more than happy to have the privilege of admiring him from afar even when it meant you’d never get close enough to call him yours. 

By 20 you and Steve were still the bestest of friends, welcoming new additions to the ever growing group. The newest addition being Eddie Munson the resident 'freak' which he proudly claimed. Along with Robin and Nancy everything had been perfect, too perfect. That should've been the first red flag, the second being that you entertained the idea of falling for a guy named Christopher. You may not have loved him but that didn't make it any better when you found him in bed with one of his exes, his excuse being that he used your status as the 'golden girl' and best friend to the ex 'king' to make said ex jealous, no shocker but it worked.

You vividly remember Steve consoling you that same night, jokingly pointing out your awful taste in guys, if only he knew. Before stating something that would change the rest of your life forever.

Sat side by side basking in the humidity of the summer air you laughed and joked as Steve told you of yet another fail at family video. You had been sworn to secrecy as he recalled tripping over in order to escape one of his overly enthusiastic past hookups. Knowing full well if Dustin ever found out Steve would never know peace again.

You don't know quite how long had passed between the jokes and the comfortable silence that currently surrounded you, but you decided that if you had to stay in one moment forever, it would be right now. The warm beer in hand and head rested on Steve's shoulder as you watched the night pass by could never compare to the nights you'd spent alone or with Christopher. Steve was your home and you were his. Which is why he knew he had to take a chance. A very stupid, idiotic chance, but a chance nonetheless.

A pact.

If the two of you remained single at 30 you'd marry each other. It was a no brainer. There would be no more question about when you would finally settle down and find a decent husband, but it also satisfied the stupid societal standard of the white picket fence dream. Although, what that meant would entail was to be worried about at a later point. Besides, who knew if the pact would still be valid in 24 hours, let alone another ten years.

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[a/n] Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and encouraged!

other works available here!

Tagging some mutuals who might be interested? @munsonsreputation @sweetpeapod @mysticmunson @acourtofsnakes @jesus-in-the-womb @chvoswxtch

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU!!!

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urbanwyatt Sooooo I did a thing…….

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yourusername 👀

urbanwyatt 🤫

yourbestiename What did you do dumb ass?

urbanwyatt Huh? You know what I did!!!!!

yourbestiename OH THAAAT???? 😩

cozane Lowkey mad about it. I need my wingman

yourusername 🤨 You make it sound like HE’S the one who has to stop doing all these things.

jackharlow Oh I’m excited about this thing you did.

cozane Of course you are 🙄

druski2funnny Urb did you fuck up again?

jackharlow He fucked something… or someone.

yourusername LMAAAO 💀

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yourusername Funny thing about life, it surprises you when you least expect it.

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yourbestiename The best surprises ever if you ask me🥺

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹🥹

urbanwyatt I’m guessing we both did a thing.

yourusername Oh yea we did 🤭🤭

druski2funnny Well share it with me because apparently I’m the last one to know 🙄😤

urbanwyatt next post

cozane I’m happy for Urb not you tho, you’re still annoying

yourusername Boy sit down!!!!!

neelamthadhani We can’t wait!!!!

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urbanwyatt My baby is having a baby 🥺 this shit is crazy, I never imagined this so soon but we’re more than happy 💗

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yourusername 🥹 I love you.

urbanwyatt For life mama, I love you.

jackharlow 🤗 so fucking happy for you bro. Mia is going to be happy to have a little best friend 💗

urbanwyatt She’s the best

yourbestiename 😭😭😭😭 I’m so excited and happy for you both. Ahhhhhh I can’t believe it. I love you guys so much. We’re always here for y’all.

urbanwyatt Thanks for being by her side since the moment she found out 🤍

druski2funnny Oh so the whole crew knew except me? FAKE ASSES!!!!!

druski2funnny But congratulations fam

yourusername Lmao noooo, only 3 people knew but someone has a big ass mouth and told PG and Neelam.

cozane 🙄 I didn’t know it was a secret to them

yourusername I literally told your ass “no one else but you, Jack and y/bestie/n know” 🤦🏻‍♀️

2forwoyne 🤨

urbanwyatt SHE MADE ME STAY QUIET!

yourusername I can explain…… 😩😩

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yourusername Baby Wyatt coming soon 💗 I’m excited and nervous for this new journey. I still can’t believe this is happening 🥺 We can’t wait to meet you little one. 📸 @ urbanwyatt

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urbanwyatt 💗🥺 my babies I love you so fucking much

yourusername Te amo 😘 thank you for being the best.

yourbestiename My best friend is having a mini 🥺🫶🏻 words can’t describe how happy I am for you beba, and I can’t wait to meet la bebecita 💗 I can’t wait for our kids to grow up together and be the bestest friends 🫶🏻🥺

yourusername Bitch you can’t make me cry!!!! Ugh thank you for being with me on the floor of a dirty club bathroom, crying with me while we waited for those two lines. I will forever be thankful for you and your words. I love you.

jackharlow Our family is just growing. Congratulations to you both.

urbanwyatt 🤍🤍

cozane I guess congratulations, even though you’re taking my wingman away 🙄

urbanwyatt Yo 💀

druski2funnny Shes the one pregnant dumb ass

cozane He’s already bailed on 2 club appearances because y/n had a weird craving and she was being annoying

yourusername Excuse me? I haven’t even had any cravings yet…

urbanwyatt You see what had happen was…..

jackharlow Lmao I told you, you weren’t going to want to leave her alone and pregnant at home!

cozane oh it’s happening already!!!! I hate you y/n

yourusername 🤷🏻‍♀️

druski2funnny Y/N you were right, he’s annoying. Be happy fucker!!!!!!

cozane I guess …..

maluma Wow speechless . Felicidades

cozane fuck out of here pretty boy. He won let it go. Stay out her dms while ur at it. She obviously don’t want ur ass.

urbanwyatt 💀💀💀💀

yourusername Aww @ cozane you love me

cozane You’re still annoying and a pain in the ass. But he still needs to get laid out for the shit he pulled.

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@heavyhitterheaux 💕

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[tamibae]

Nalu means...

Nalu means dragging each other on endless adventures

Nalu means bestest of the best friends

Nalu means awkward assumptions

Nalu means staring at the other's sleeping face

Nalu means murmuring the other's name in sleep

Nalu means appreciating each other

Nalu means defending each other's honor

Nalu means acknowledging each other's strength

Nalu means protecting each other

Nalu means unwavering faith

Nalu means "I believe in you. I have, ever since I joined the guild"

Nalu means respecting each other's feelings

Nalu means "it's always more fun when we're together"

Nalu means not leaving each other's side till death

Nalu means always keeping an eye on the other

Nalu means holding back each other from being reckless

Nalu means worrying to death about each other

Nalu means fulfilling each other's every wish

Nalu means flowing cherry blossom tree down the stream by the street so the other can see it through the window

Nalu means comfort

Nalu means emotional forehead touches

Nalu means the ray of hope after every loss

Nalu means silent and affectinate back hugs

Nalu means soothing hugs and touches

Nalu means soft handholding

Nalu means sharing a scarf

Nalu means resting head on the other's lap

Nalu means celebrating the day of the first meeting

Nalu means remembering the other's favorite color after forgetting people's names

Nalu means always thanking each other

Nalu means wearing cute matching outfits

Nalu means limitless teasing

Nalu means complaining about the other being heavy but also carrying each other all the time

Nalu means playing stupid pranks, being drunk and flirty then receiving piggy back rides

Nalu means shit ton of compromising situations

Nalu is almost kissing each other platonically

Nalu means being a perv but only for each other

Nalu means "Wah, you make me blush"

Nalu means unofficially moving in with each other

Nalu means nonchalantly reading a book while the other one plays strip poker

Nalu means sharing plans together

Nalu means stargazing together

Nalu means being a family and each other's home

Nalu means going fishing together

Nalu means bickering like a married couple

Nalu means getting turned on seeing the other kick asses

Nalu means pretending to be a couple for a mission and getting butterflies thinking about the other

Nalu is imagining a shojo version of the other

Nalu means burning jealousy and unspoken loyalty

Nalu means "From today on, you are mine"

Nalu means responding to each other's inaudible whispers

Nalu means "Does waiting for someone to come home always feels this lonely"

Nalu means painful absence and warm return

Nalu means awkward confrontation

Nalu means "Lucy, what...do I look like?" ***"Like the Natsu I've always known"

Nalu means being incomplete without each other

Nalu means rewriting the book of fate, life and death

Nalu means being together in everything

Nalu means "Cause we'll be together forever"

Nalu means more than best friends, less than lovers

Nalu means not knowing what officially being together is

Nalu is being shipped by everybody in the guild and still not taking their own feelings seriously

Nalu means loving each other without realising

Nalu doesn't only mean Natsu x Lucy.

[alltaternotot]

See me | K. Macdermid

Possessive!Kurits X fem!reader

A/N: I think Kurtis Macdermid is the biggest bestest gentle giant ever, and he needs more love, so hopefully you enjoy this dear reader (At the time of posting this he had a MASSIVE game winner goal, love that for him).

Summary: Kurtis and Y/N are great friends, best friends even. Y/N has a terrible day that brings her over to his apartment. Kurtis has a lot to say, but doesn’t want to ruin anything…

CW: fluff, friends/neighbors to lovers, Emotional Hurt comfort??? Mentions of cheating (NOT Kurtis he would never). Swearing. Let me know if I missed anything!

NSFW: fun giggly soft morning sex, praise, size difference and possessiveness if you squint.

Word count: 6k

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“Please tell me you have ice cream here.” YN said into the dark entryway leading into Kurtis’s apartment, the glare of the tv in the living room shining.

Y/N and Kurtis had known each other for six years now, but felt like they had known each other forever. He was easily one of her best friends. She was his next door neighbor, her living in 305 and him in 304. Kurt’s mom left him a plant the day he moved in that she insisted he needed to take care of to “teach him the responsibility of taking care of something”. She left it despite him explaining for the millionth time that he can’t keep a live plant when he travels half of the season at the bare minimum.

This turned into sweet 22 year old Kurtis sheepishly knocking on her door about an hour before he had to leave for his first roadie of the year; introducing himself and pleading with her to water his plant so his mom wouldn’t lose it when she visited for the holidays. Y/N smiled and agreed, only for him to slap a key into her hand and shuffle his carryon and suit bag out her door again. When he came back a week and a half later, his plant was thriving in the windowsill, and Y/N had left a container of soup in his fridge with a note. He knocked on her door again, empty container in hand, sheepishly admitting he forgot to ask for her name, and their friendship took off.

Kurtis never saw himself being best friends with the cute girl who lived next door, let alone having her around as much as they could manage with their schedules. She made him look forward to downtime at home, and watering that silly plant that was still living in his windowsill all these years later. She brought him out of his shell on nights out, and helped him keep his bloody knuckles clean after big fights. She even gave him nicknames that he prayed would never see the light of day, like K-cup and K-mart (he secretly loved them, but his teammates would lose their minds).

At some point along the line, butterflies started to flutter in his stomach when he heard Y/N laugh or when she would get in a giddy mood after a couple too many while out with his teammates. He was absolutely enthralled with his best friend, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell her without destroying every good thing that had come out of their friendship. He was happy being her best friend for now, but he couldn’t help feeling jealous of her dates and thinking about her when she wasn’t there.

“Hello to you too Y/N.” he said, standing up and walking into the hallway to greet her.

His size and his reputation on the ice led many people to believe he was cold and unforgiving all the time. He towered over most people at 6’5”, and his shoulders easily doubled Y/N’s. But Y/N knew that underneath all that hard fighting exterior was a big softie who cared a lot about people. He was so calm and sweet off the ice, and wickedly observant, more so than anyone she had ever met. it practically gave her whiplash the first time she saw him fight during a game. It was a unique privilege of being so close to him.

She knew she could lean on him when times got tough, just like he could lean on her. That is exactly what brought her over to his apartment at 10pm, still in her work clothes and upset about the horrible day she just had.

Y/N basically fell into his arms at the end of the hallway, her head hitting right on top of his sternum. He smelled like his shampoo and laundry detergent, musky and warm and uniquely Kurtis. He was dressed in a gray Nike sweatshirt and some black basketball shorts. He was warm, like he had been lounging on the couch with some blankets for a couple of hours, trying to keep the November chill out. She could always count on him being warm and cozy.

He hugged her and rubbed her back, knowing it was one of the simple things he could do to help her relax. He could feel the tension in her body as he held her, wanting to help make it melt away so she could recover from whatever brought her over here at this hour. He could tell there was something seriously bothering her, beyond the normal stresses of working hard. The Avs had a day off tomorrow, so he didn’t care (not that he would have cared anyway).

“I’ll get bowls, you go get changed.” He said into her hair and she nodded gently, pulling away from him finally.

Y/N kept clothes in his dresser for nights like this, and he had some in her apartment too. There had been a few nights that had turned into sleepovers, and there was absolutely no way she could fit into any bottoms of his. She tried once, and she pulled the drawstring so tight together that the strings practically hung down to her knees, the cuff of each pant leg engulfing her legs and feet. He laughed every time he looked at her, his sweatpants almost falling off her all night.

She pulled out sleep shorts from her area, reaching for an old Avs training camp t-shirt of Kurtis’s instead of one of her own. She didn’t want anything restricting or too cold. She took off her work clothes, feeling like layers of the god awful day were falling off with them. She opted for no bra and no makeup; washing her face in his bathroom. Finally, she threw on some fuzzy socks.

When she came back out, he was back on the couch with blankets over his lap, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in his hand and a bowl sitting on the table for Y/N. An LA vs Kraken game was on, the volume low but not silent. She sighed, burying herself under the blankets next to him. The ice cream was perfectly rich and sweet, just how she liked it. Kurtis looked at her apprehensively, wanting to ask a million questions but also not wanting to press too hard. They ate without speaking, the low cheers of the King’s crowd interrupting perfect silence.

“Fuck, today was horrible.” She finally muttered, setting the empty bowl down.

He looked over at her after setting his bowl down too, casting his big arm over the back of the couch, “how so?”

“God where do I start. I was late waking up this morning, like late enough that there was no way i could blame it on traffic. The higher ups had a screaming fest at everyone in the office because of something that wasn’t our fault. I had to cut my lunch way short because one of the interns royally fucked up something I had a hand in making, so I had to pick up the pieces. I couldn’t leave work until about 8:30. My check engine light lit up on my way home, so I spent a good hour trying to get a hold of the auto shop for this week.” Y/N spilled, Kurtis listening quietly, “A-and…” she faltered.

“And?” Kurtis urged, wanting her to get it all out.

“I saw Chris out with some girl. O-on the drive home. I stopped to get dinner and saw him across the street. He was holding her hand and kissing her at that little Italian place he used to take me to. I didn’t know what to do, so I called him and told him I knew and that it was over. He texted but I don’t want to look. I can’t stand it.” She sniffled out, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I said I wasn’t going to cry over that dirt bag but fuck today can’t get any worse! I wasted 9 months on that asshole!”

“Shit, Y/N…” he said, gently pulling her into his side for a hug. “I’m so sorry. What a dick.”

He knew he shouldn’t feel relieved about that news. He knew he should be upset about her losing Chris, but he wasn’t. He hated seeing her cry over a douchebag when he knew that he could do a million times better. He knew he would treat her like a queen for the rest of forever, no games. He would make her feel seen, heard, loved, and satisfied. He knew that he could make her the happiest woman on the planet. Just having her in his arms was making his heart speed up.

He held her there on the couch for what felt like hours, running his hand along her spine while she cuddled into his side. He even wiped away stray tears with his other hand and carded his fingers through her hair. Touch was very normal for them, she loved physical contact with him whenever she could get it. This was a blessing and a curse for Kurtis; he loved that she loved his hugs and touches, but he hated that he had to control the fast beating of his heart while she was close.

They talked about Chris and how they would drive over to his place together to get the few things she had over there. They talked about Kurtis’s game and the fight he was recently in, Y/N grabbing his hand to look at how his knuckles were healing. They talked about anything and everything wrapped up together. Y/N was almost asleep, having cried and talked out all of her frustrations. Kurtis could feel her breathing even out against him, her eyes drooping shut.

“Let’s go to bed, you’ve had a horrible day.” He said quietly, shifting her in his arms so he could pick her up off the couch.

He made his way to his bedroom, setting her down on the left side of the bed so he could use the bathroom on e last time and wash his face. For a moment, a split second, he let himself indulge in looking at her sleeping in his bed. He imagined her sleeping in his shirt because she was his. His eyes traced her body, his mind filling with scenarios, some admittedly not the cleanest thoughts.

He shook them out and finished getting ready for bed, pulling off his hoodie and throwing on a t-shirt. When he finally laid down on his side of the bed, he drew the covers up both of their bodies, really meaning to stay on his side and not make it any harder for either of them. He couldn’t resist scooting closer to her, reaching a hand up to pull a lock of hair off her face. He wished that he could pull her in and lay kisses on her face, letting her sleep on him all night.

“God, I wish you would see me Y/N. I love you so much and I don’t know how to say it to your face.” He said quietly to her sleeping form, pressing the lightest kiss to the crown of her head, “maybe someday you’ll see me and let me love you sweetheart.”

Kurtis thought his confession fell on deaf ears, but Y/N had woken up a little when the mattress dipped. He loved her? He cherished her like that? No one had ever told her that, not a single boyfriend had ever made her feel like that, and it took Kurtis 5 seconds to say. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she tried so hard to stay still. She wanted to spring up and lay a kiss on his lips, but that would have to be a problem for the next day.

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Y/N woke up before Kurtis the next morning, the sun shining through little cracks in his blinds. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sunk back into the pillows, enjoying the morning quiet. She was on her side facing Kurtis, somehow getting wrapped up nice and close to him in the night. There was enough distance between the two of them that she could see his peaceful face.

The last day came flooding back to her as she looked at him, all topped off with his quiet confession that she wasn’t meant to hear. Her cheeks burned at the thought. She was laying next to the man she had spent countless hours with, but had never truly seen him the way he saw her. Now she could see him, the way he wanted her to. All of a sudden, every touch of the last 12 hours lit her on fire. He had taken the time, again and again for years to comfort her, keep her safe, and make her feel important despite his tremendously busy schedule. She had done her fair share of helping him too, but she hadn’t seen him truly.

For the first time, she admired him close up in this new light. His brown curls were falling over his forehead and the pillow under his head, his brow relaxed in his sleep. She admired the bump in his nose and his long eyelashes cast over his cheeks. There was the yellowish-greenish remainder of a black eye he had gotten about a week ago during a game. She looked at his lips somewhat covered in his mustache. His beard looked scruffy and unkempt from sleeping on it, but she new if she touched his face it would be soft under her fingertips. Soft little snores came from between his lips. Y/N could never forget this moment, as long as she lived. She had never seen someone so beautiful right in front of her.

Right as she was about to scoot closer, he stirred in his sleep, taking a deep breath and blinking his eyes open. She always thought his eyes were the prettiest chocolate brown color. He met her eyes and his face relaxed again, his eyes soft and adoring. Kurtis thought Y/N looked so beautiful in the morning light, hair cast over the pillows and face soft from sleep. Her face was a little swollen from all the crying yesterday, but he didn’t care. She was always beautiful to him.

“G’morning. How do you feel?” He asked, his voice deeper and more gravely than usual, making Y/N melt where she lay.

“Like I cried all night.” She joked, scooting closer to him.

He reached for her, bringing her in for another hug. Kurtis felt completely at peace in this moment, imagining for a second that they weren’t even thinking about her ex, instead enjoying the morning together, kissing and laughing and maybe even rolling around in the sheets for a little while. He rolled onto his back, keeping her tucked into his side while he checked his phone for the time. He put it back down lightning fast, wanting to enjoy the few moments he got in his little fantasy before they had to get up and get her stuff from Chris’s place. Y/N was practically buzzing, his arm like an anchor behind her. He looked back at her, meeting her face, mere inches away.

She couldn’t help herself.

She craned her neck up, meeting his lips in a tentative kiss. He sucked in a surprised breath, eyes widening. He snapped out of it in an instant, kissing her back gently but firmly. He wanted to convey every second of emotion he had felt for her up until this moment. His hand found her jaw, caressing her like he had dreamed of doing for years. He deepened the kiss, pulling her almost on top of him and biting her lip gently. She pulled away, him chasing her lips as she did, looking down at him with a sweet grin.

“W-what was that for Y/N?” He asked softly, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, “I- I don’t… what about Chris? I can’t be a rebound Y/N, I won’t be able to recover-“ The words falling out of his mouth before he could catch himself.

She placed her finger on his lips, silencing him, then left a soft kiss in its place, “I know, K. I may or may not have heard you last night, Ive had a few hours to really think about it.” She teased lightly, his eyes widening in surprise.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that! I just… didn’t know how you’d react. I can’t stop feeling like this Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said, speaking like he was caught up in his own thoughts.

She kissed him again then, trying to show him that she felt the same, “I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Parroting his words back at him.

This time, he leaned up and kissed her. He finally indulged in what he desired for years. His right hand cradled the back of her head, his left snaking down to her lower back, keeping her against him. He rolled them over, his arms caging her in. His legs were still off to the side, but they were basically intertwined. She let out the slightest noise, one that he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close. It lit him on fire inside, beyond anything he had ever felt.

He pulled back, looking down at her, practically drinking her in. She looked up at him peacefully, hair strewn on the pillow in a halo around her head. the shirt she had innocently thrown on last night was striking a possessive chord in him, her body practically engulfed in the soft fabric. She finally looked like she was his, and all he had to do was take that leap with her.

Kurtis kissed Y/N with more hunger, letting himself explore her mouth while she explored his. His hands traveled her body, touching and tracing, learning her body again in a way that he hadn’t before.

For Y/N, this was something entirely new and precious in every way. he seemed to be tuned to her perfectly, drawing out sensations she had never experienced with anyone else. His touch was so gentle and uniquely him, his kiss so fiery it made her feel like she was in her own fairytale.

He began kissing and lightly nipping at her neck, drawing a wet path of kisses over to her ear and down. His other hand smoothed across her waist and around the side of her boob, almost teasing her with the anticipation. Her hands were wandering over the vast expanse of his back and through his hair. She committed every ridge and valley to memory, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles.

He sat up suddenly, falling back on his knees and pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his broad chest and shoulders. Y/N melted on the spot, letting out a pleased little giggle. he smiled back at her, moving over so he was directly in front of her. His hands found her knees in front of him, rubbing the pad of his thumb across them.

“You’re so pretty Y/N..” he said, letting his eyes rake over her again.

“You’re so handsome K.” She said, making him smile hard enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes.

He sank back down on top of her, making her legs part to make room for him. He laid some smiley kisses on her lips and cheeks, letting his hands wander to the hem of his shirt. He pulled up slowly, silently asking for her consent to take it all the way off of her. She sat up a little bit, letting him pull it off and throw it in a random direction behind him.

They had seen each other in varying states of undress over the years. Y/N had seen him work out on his balcony during summers, pretending to read while having internal monologue about why women loved him so much, like Jesus was he toned. One summer, Kurtis accidentally walked in on her changing into her swimsuit the year he took her to Cabo with him over all star break. He told her he hadn’t seen anything and they both laughed it off, drinking cocktails and enjoying the beach. He had seen just a sliver of pretty skin before slapping his hand over his eyes. He felt so thirsty for that little peek, but he had thought about it over the years during lonely nights in his hotel. All of that was no match for what was in front of him.

Her breasts were beyond perfect. She looked so beautiful laying there, waiting for him to make his next move. She suddenly felt more vulnerable, like his eyes were burning holes in her body. Those feelings washed away as he ran his fingers over her, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. It turned him on to no end watching how she reacted to his touches. Her back arched and twitched, moving to get more contact with him. Y/N let out little moans and sighs, letting her eyes flutter close from the sensation. This was exactly what he wanted.

He leaned back down, leaving another trail of kisses along the column of her throat, then collarbones, then the valley between her tits. He payed attention to one, sucking and playing with one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. The sounds she was making were growing louder, ringing desperately in his ears. He wished he could hear her like this for eternity.

“You sound so pretty…” he said, observant as always. His voice was still deep and gravely, making his praise that much better.

She was wound up enough that she was getting a little desperate for more. She wanted everything he had to offer, and wanted him to have all of her, finally. Her hand reached between them, playing with the string holding his shorts up. Her thumb found its way under the waistband of both his shorts and boxers, playfully snapping them back against him. He let out a little groan, spurring her on that much more.

“Can I please?” She asked, grabbing onto the waistband of his shorts.

“Yeah…” he breathed, his mind short circuiting a bit.

He sat up again, coming to the side of his king bed so she could pull his shorts off, letting them pool around his ankles before he stepped out of them. he reached for hers too, directing her to lift her hips so he could slide them off. His hands stayed by band of her panties, playing with it. Y/N sat up so her face was now about level with his abdomen.

“What do you like?” Kurtis asked quietly, letting his hands fall on the sides of her face so he could draw it up.

“I-I like a lot of things. I like your lips… I like your hands… I like you, K.” She said, her voice coming out a little squished sounding from his palms squeezing her cheeks, “w-what do you like?”

“Hmm. I like those things too, In fact I love those things. I like your voice too.” He said, letting his hands fall to the back of her neck so he could kiss her “I like all of you. I want you to enjoy this with me…”

Those soft words coming from between kisses made Y/N melt, her panties almost soaking through. Of course she had slept with a handful of guys before this, but none of them, not even Chris, we’re like this. Kurtis had a way of making each of his few words so effective, driving her crazy. She felt so wanted and safe with him.

Her lips found his abs, kissing down to his navel. She kissed each side, sucking a light mark into the left side before continuing down his happy trail. Kurtis was looking down in awe at his girl, his hands carding through her hair as she kissed along the hair on his happy trail. Her hands were on his hips, rubbing his hipbones and exploring the cut of his hips that was exposed. All this touching and kissing was making him a little desperate, groans coming from deep in his throat. It was her turn to wish to hear him like this forever.

She pushed him back a little, hooking her fingers into the band of his boxers, “can I?” She asked, and he nodded vigorously.

She giggled at his eager response before pulling them down, again letting him step out of them. He was hard, painfully so, and the first word that came to mind for Y/N was ‘proportional’. She practically salivated at the sight.

“Please let me taste…” she said, somewhat shyly, and he giggled and stepped up, putting his fingers back into her locks.

“God you’re so perfect.” He murmured as her lips wrapped around the tip.

She took it slow and teasing, listening to him moan and sigh above her. She couldn’t take all of him, so one hand came up to pump the rest. The other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the corded muscles move under her touch. It all felt a little sloppy and dirty, but that turned her on even more. He was coated in her spit, making a wet sound as she took more of him. She pulled off every once in a while, catching her breath. The more she did, the closer he got. Eventually, he grabbed a gentle fistful of her hair and pulled her off him, taking an extra beat to appreciate her sweet face

“You’re so good for me, but it’s my turn.” He said, giving her a kiss and pushing her back.

she laid back, letting him pull her panties down. She was practically sopping wet now; his gentle possessiveness really did something to her. He fell to his knees, her legs coming up over his shoulders. He brought one hand up to cross over her hips, the other coming to run through her folds. She tried to wiggle, but his grip had her firmly in place. Moans came tumbling from her lips as he attached his to her pussy, diving in like a starved man.

His fingers were long and rugged, finding the perfect spot deep in her while his tongue made strong strokes over her clit. Her body was shaking with pleasure as he kept on. Kurtis listened to her moans and whines, paying attention to every little thing, trying to find out what worked for her. His fingers and tongue fell in step with each other, coming to a slow rhythmic pace.

“P-please! I’m s-so close K… please don’t stop!” Y/N begged, her voice coming out used.

Kurtis had never felt so alive. His girl had the prettiest moans, the gentlest hands, and the sweetest pussy he had ever seen or tasted. It was like he pulled her out of a dream and into his room. All the years of pining for her led up to this moment, and he was impressed beyond his wildest dreams.

“K-Kurtis!!” She moaned, high pitched and whiney as her orgasm hit her strong.

Y/N felt like her insides had been turned to magma. Both of her hands tightened into fists as her body shook, one in his hair and the other in the sheets below her. He kept up his movements at a slightly gentler pressure, working her through it and letting her come down. He got up from the ground, kissing up her body and neck till he reached her lips again. She could taste herself on his lips, his beard shiny and sticky from her.

“God, so fucking perfect Y/N…” he said again, giving her a moment to calm down and relax.

“Do you have a condom?” She breathed, letting her hands wander the expanse of his chest and shoulders.

He turned wordlessly to the nightstand beside them, opening the drawer and pulling out a new box of condoms. She had a giggle at the passing thought that he had been prepared for this moment by buying an entirely new box, even though that probably wasn’t true. He used his car key sitting on the nightstand to open the plastic and pull out a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth, reaching down to roll it over his length.

In the meantime, Y/N had scooted up the bed again, turning onto her side to face him in all of her naked glory. She watched as he straightened up, absolutely towering over her. His eyes were intense and lustful, yet endearing and excited. This was exactly what she needed from someone, a romantic yet lighthearted experience.

“How do you want me, Kurtis?” She asked as he kneeled on the bed in front of her again.

He thought for a split second, “on your back, I wanna look at you.” He murmured.

She loved his sureness and his steady voice, he had always had those but it felt different in this new light. His hand found her side again, pushing her over so she was on her back with her head on top of the pillows. He crawled up between her legs and caged her in with his arms. One of her hands came up to touch his scruffy face, the other falling next to her head on the pillow.

“You ready love?” He asked so gently, his dick hot against her.

“Yes, take what you need K.” She said, his eyes darkening.

That’s all he needed to reach down and align himself with her, pushing forward slowly so they could really feel every inch of each other. Both of their jaws fell open, letting sighs and soft moans flow out of their mouths. Kurtis basked in the warm, tight wetness, letting it consume every nerve. Y/N could feel every ridge against her sensitive insides, feeling split open in the best way possible.

Once his hipbones made contact with the backs of her thighs, he stilled, letting them both take a moment to adjust and prepare. Kurtis new that she would feel beyond anything he could dream, but this moment blew every dream he ever had about her out of the water. It was like they were made for each other. She overtook his senses, nothing else mattering to him. She felt the same way. She didn’t even need to voice it.

“You feel so good.” He said into her ear, feeling her shiver, “taking me so well love.”

He drew back about halfway before pushing in again, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. He set a deep pace, trying to find the spots inside her that made her squirm. He took a self indulgent moment to look down at where they were connected, watching himself disappear into her.

Her moans got louder, coming out a little more whiny and high pitched as he learned her. Her hand covered her mouth, muffling the sounds. He grabbed her hand and held it under his own so she couldn’t cover her pretty sounds. He wanted to hear what he was doing to her, he wanted it to ring in his ears forever.

“Feels s-so good Kurtis. Keep going just like t-that…” she said into his ear.

Y/N loved his sounds too. He sighed and groaned, leaving little kisses on her face and neck as he moved. He was driving her crazy with every move. He could reach every spot and graze every area, keeping her on a slow and steady path to paradise. She could barely keep her eyes open with how intense it all was.

As promised, Kurtis watched her too. He watched her face contort in pleasure and her mouth fall open when he grazed her g spot. He could feel her winding up, closer and closer to the edge. His face found the crook of her neck, laying kisses and bites right on the curve of her neck. Kurtis was getting so close, his muscles contracting on top of her.

“Come on Y/N… that’s it love…” he encouraged, feeling her flutter around him at the pet name “I can’t hold on much longer baby.”

“Touch me K… please!” She almost whined out, making Kurtis smile a little cocky.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit again, making her gasp and writhe. Her hips were grinding against him, moving independently of her mind. He could feel her wetness leaking around them, covering his fingers and his dick. He had never felt anything better.

“Come with me baby, fuckkk, come on.” He encouraged, feeling her orgasm coming on quickly.

This orgasm was intense and devouring, her mouth stuck open and her back arched. She let out a high pitched sound, gasping and shaking as he rubbed her through it. A few pumps later, Kurtis was coming too. His muscles were flexed and taught. He grunted and moaned in her ear, letting them both come down. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed her, still connected, and rolled them over so she was laying directly on top of him, chest to chest.

Kurtis giggled. He couldn’t help himself.

His big hands found her back, running up and down in an attempt to help her catch her breath. Her arms were at his sides, wrapping around his torso to keep them as close as possible. He laid kisses against her head too.

“God, you’re fucking incredible.” He said, making Y/N laugh.

“You are too K. We should have tried this sooo long ago.” She joked, looking up at him with her chin resting on his chest.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, but was probably five minutes. Eventually, his hands found her hips, wordlessly encouraging her to move up and off his dick so they could clean up. The wet sound and pop of them separating almost sent Kurtis into another horny fantasy, but he let her roll off of him and sit up. They went together into the bathroom, brushing teeth and cleaning themselves up.

The moment was so domestic despite their activities for the morning. He could see himself doing this every morning for the rest of his life. She was so perfect for him, and he was so perfect for her. He watched her run a warm washcloth over her face, her mouth stretching into a yawn. Her hand found a hickey he had left on the side of her bare breast, making her smile.

“You tired me out k, can we cuddle and doze for a little?” She asked, and he simply nodded.

“Then we gotta go get your stuff from Chris love.” He said, kinda hating the way chris’s name tasted on his tongue.

She sighed, and agreed, making her way back to the bed to lay down. He pulled her into his side, feeling her body relax back into sleep. He leaned down, planting a featherlight kiss on the crown of her head and the shell of her ear too. Kurtis had finally gotten what he wanted, his missing piece.

“Thank you, my love.”

[clown-demon]

Follower Forever (part one)

Just wanna do one of these cuz I just??? Adore y'all... I may not have EVERYONE included cuz I had bad brain and Tumblr does NOT show all my followers when I want it.. cuz it sucks.. But under the read more I'll list a bunch of peeps that mean stuff to me, and then some peeps I WANT to know / admire / wish to talk to...

The besties: People who I deem as close friends / friends. People I chat to often.

@the-reddish-muse - You are my beeb. My wonderful beeb that I forever will cherish. I look forward to talking to you everyday. You're one of the bestest friends I have ever made. You def make my days brighter, even if we're just passing around pictures or something. I still LOVE our thread and our story we had going. You mean the world to me. You are a wonderful friend and I lobbu very much. You're in my mind a lot, and I am always wishing you the best. <3

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@nurturing-starlight - It's been like... two years since we've known each other? I KNOW we met when I started RPing Eleanor. I saw Damien on my dash and I'm like 'huh that's a cool character' and I followed and I NEVER REGRETTED IT. You are an AMAZING person, you are a talented artist and writer! I always look forward to seeing your threads on my dash. I LOVE and ADORE Nimue with all my heart. She's just such a well thought out OC, and I think it's amazing how you're able to mesh her so well with other verses. She's def one of my all time favorite OCs. I wanna squish her.

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@pcrplevenom - You are the LONGEST moot I have had. We've been mutuals for AT LEAST seven years. I met you when I was on my Warden blog. And we've been mutuals ever since. You are one of my dearest friends and I love when we chat! I LOVE Soldan. I say it from time to time again, I have NEVER read Homestuck and I actually really do not like it?? (Had an ex constantly shove it down my throat and nag me.) But I adore your little troll you have. Also it's VERY admirable that you have stuck with a muse for SO long. I bounce a lot between muses but you have stuck to the same muse for YEARS. It really shows how much you love your character!

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@blackstardiopside - YOU'RE a long time mutual too! We met when I got into Steven Universe and RPed Peridot! AAH I STILL ADORED OUR SHIP. I honestly love your little bean you have. She's so thought out and adorbs, I LOVE her design and her characterization! I also love when we chat! We don't chat as much anymore, but I still adore the times when we do! You're such nice and kind person, never forget that!

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@nulfy - I know we haven't like, known each other for very long. But you are someone I have warmed up VERY quickly to! I love chatting with you, although I sometimes get paranoid I am being a bother. .w. But you are a very kind person, I do NOT care what anyone else says about you-- you have proven me to me from time to time AGAIN that you are a kind and deserve all the love in the world. I absolutely HATE what has happened to you-- you do NOT deserve any of that shit. I only hope for the best for you, always. If you ever need someone to chat to-- my discord messages are ALWAYS open to you. Mwah!

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@gonnachasethestars - IT HONESTLY FEELS LIKE WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR LONGER. Man I was SO happy when we exchanged discords cuz I REALLY wanted to talk to you! You are an EPIC writer, I love the detail you put into your writing! You REALLY give characters life! Kounosuke will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart because of you! You're one of my dearest friends and I will always cherish our friendship. <3

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@lambfated - I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR A YEAR NOW. We met up the last time I RPed Narinder and that was like, a year ago. Man, time flies doesn't it? You are SUCH a lovely person and I ADORE all our interactions! I admire the fact you've stuck with ol Lamby for SO long and put so much detail into your character! You took a character with NO dialogue and turned them into something INCREDIBLE. Your Lamb will always be canon to me. I also adore when we chat, you're such a nice person! Zzzzz buddies!

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@swordduels - You are probably one of the friendliest people I have met! You give off such energetic vibes and I LOVE it! You're so kind and I adore our chats! I love the fact you can strike up a convo with me at anytime! Cuz sometimes-- I just don't know how to reply??? And it fills me with joy when I see a message from you pop up!

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@yoxngmadnxss - YOU'RE A long time mutual that I have had around for a few years! I LOVE the fact we've started to chat more!! You're SO much fun to talk to, and I am SO thrilled we talk now! You're such a talented writer, and I ADORE your art. I am SO excited to see more of your art for when you start digitally with a tablet! You're so kind and nice to me, it makes me SUPER happy. I love RPing with you all the time! And I love the fact you've stuck with me for so long! <3

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Remus loved to feel how much Sirius wanted him. It felt like love. Remus could pretend it was love when Sirius kissed him like that. When Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. When Sirius smiled at him afterwards and bit his lip in that delicious way.

But Remus was so scared to ask Sirius what he actually felt. If he felt goosebumps everytime Remus was around. If he felt that his heart was about to explode out of his chest when he was near. If he felt like they fitted so well. If he forgot about the rest of the world when they were together. If he felt as if Remus was only his and that felt wonderful. Because Remus felt all that and more for Sirius.

They were the bestest of friends. Sirius had said he liked Remus. But Remus didn't know what that meant. Pure friendly affection? Lust because of the teenage hormones? Or something stronger? Something like what Remus felt. Something like... Love.

Remus was left speechless now that Sirius broke apart from the kiss. His eyes closed and his lips parted, maybe expecting more. Or maybe not quite believing he was so lucky to snog Sirius. When he opened his eyes Sirius was the same. And he smiled again. So Remus could pretend all he liked.

"Moony..." Sirius tutted in a flirty way "You should win a novel prize. You know that?"

Remus raised an eyebrow and Sirius played with his shirt. Remus smiled.

"Novel Prize?"

"Of kissing"

Remus chuckled loudly. Sirius smiled.

"That doesn't exist"

"It should exist" Sirius answered "And you would definitely win"

Remus smiled embarrassed. He could feel his cheeks were on fire but that was unstoppable now. They've been snogging for a while now.

Sirius leaned closer but not to kiss Remus. Just to trick him and laid down in bed. Remus' bed. Remus smiled biting his lip. And he laid beside him.

"You're an incredible kisser, Lupin"

"You're not bad yourself, Black"

Sirius giggled. Then he stopped and Remus sensed he wanted to say something.

"Did you hear the girls are having a party?" Sirius said finally "It's kind of interesting it is not us making a party for a change"

"Yeah I heard"

It was all the girls talked about lately. Remus knew because he spent a lot of time with them.

"James reckons we should go with girls... You know, to make Evans jealous..."

Remus frowned "Just James? Or all of us?"

"The four of us. To support him"

Remus' eyes fixated on Sirius and the way his eyes were moving fast around the ceiling and swallowing hard. Where was he going with this?

"Do you want to go with a girl?"

No Remus! I want to go with you? Do you want to be my date and now that we are at it, be my boyfriend forever and ever?

"I mean..." Sirius said instead "To help James... It would be nice to hang out with other people..."

Remus almost laughed. Because this was stupid.

"Are you asking me permission to go out with a girl?"

Remus snorted because it sounded ridiculous. But he also tried not to sound jealous and failed.

"No" Sirius snorted as well "I mean... We are not exclusive, right?"

Remus had been an idiot. He had been living a fairy tale with Sirius for the last couple of weeks. They've been kissing like their lives depended on it. They shared sneaky glances and touches under the table. All of it a secret. Sirius had been all over Remus as if no one else existed. He said he fancied him back. And that he drove him insane.

No. They hadn't sat down to talk about what they were or if things were getting serious. But Remus had hope. But Grant had been right. It was too good to be true. Closeted boys like Sirius were like that. Sirius Black was too great to date someone like him.

Remus sat up.

"No, Sirius" he said "We are not exclusive"

He tried not to sound disappointed. But it was impossible.

"Moony..." Sirius sat up as well "I wish we could go together..." he snorted nervously "But it's just that... I don't know... I am confused"

Sirius looked down embarrassed.

"So do I" Remus whispered.

Sirius was trying so hard to find something that could fix everything. And Remus wanted to act cool and pretend he didn't care. But honestly he didn't know how.

"I like you, Moony" Sirius said slowly, not looking at Remus "I like you a lot"

Remus rolled his eyes.

"But?" Jesus he sounded like a jealous girlfriend by this point. And Remus hated that.

"I don't know... You are the first boy I have feelings for and... I am not gonna..." Sirius closed his eyes in frustration "It doesn't mean I am gay.... I am not going to start dating blokes now or..."

Remus wanted to punch Sirius in the face. Meanwhile Sirius was getting even more red and nervous. So Remus stood up. And he walked to his desk, making himself busy with the books.

"Are you angry?"

"No" he sounded angry. Shit.

"Remus, I don't...." Sirius sighed "I am figuring things out. I told you that. I need time"

Remus faked a smile.

"I know, Sirius. I get it"

"That doesn't mean I don't feel many wild things for you"

"Wild things" Remus tried to lose the tension by teasing.

Sirius looked at him with eyes of a lost puppy. With so much guilt. So so much guilt.

"So you want to go to this party with a girl so people would see that the great Sirius Black is still into birds?" Remus asked "Or are you trying to convince yourself of that?"

Sirius' eyes filled with tears. So he looked away to hide them.

Perhaps Remus was being an idiot. He sighed and stood up. And he kneeled in front of Sirius looking into his eyes.

"Hey..." Remus whispered, grabbing Sirius' hands into his own "I understand"

Sirius looked at him carefully.

"I am a coward"

Remus shook his head immediately. Sirius looked so hurt and vulnerable that all the rage Remus had felt for an instant, was gone.

"No" Remus touched Sirius' chin gently.

Sirius still looked sad. With his gray eyes watery and glowly. He was beautiful.

"You are right" Sirius said. His voice was soft and high pitched. As if Sirius was embarrassed to say what he was saying. He usually sounded confident when he spoke. But now he was struggling. As if he was shy or something.

"It is all just a cover up. Because I don't want people to think stuff about me" Sirius swallowed. His eyes set on the floor "I wish I could go with you. Not any girl. Not anyone else. With you" Sirius' eyes filled with tears again "But I can't because I am a coward... And you're important. And I don't want to fuck it up..."

Remus stroked Sirius' cheek gently.

"I wish I wasn't this scared" Sirius continued "I wish I could face whatever it is I feel for you" then he looked into Remus' eyes and whispered "I wish I could put it into words"

They stared into each other eyes for a while. But Remus ended it as he pulled Sirius in for a kiss. He kissed him gently and slowly. While his chest was burning. And his heart jumped on his chest.

"You don't have to figure out anything yet" Remus said "Take your time" he smiled "It's fine. We are friends right?"

"Best friends" Sirius added.

Remus smiled "So it's my job as a best friend to help you figure things out. About your sexuality and stuff"

Sirius raised his eyebrow but smiled.

"So I am gonna snog you a bit more" Remus smiled as he pushed Sirius down to bed climbed on top of him.

Sirius laughed.

"How considerate"

"And then later, we are going to find you a girl to get your manhood back"

Sirius' smiled disappeared. But Remus raised his eyebrows.

"Remus..."

"Shh...shh..." Remus put a finger on his mouth "Let's not talk now. We have like half an hour until the boys get back and I want to take advantage of every second I have with you, Mr. Black"

"But..."

Remus shut him up with a kiss. It was better if Remus pretended he wasn't hurt with all of this. Remus wanted to have Sirius forever. All the time. He wanted to do more than snog him in secret. He wanted to build a relationship with him. He wanted to share things with him and grow together. He wanted to be Sirius' boyfriend and Sirius to be his boyfriend. He wanted so much more. He wanted Sirius to fall in love like Remus had done. Because Remus was head over heels in love with Sirius. And there was no turning back.

Remus moved to kiss Sirius' neck. And Sirius ran his fingers through Remus' hair and his began breathing hard and sighing.

This was all Remus could have now. And he was going to take it. Because even a few kisses on secret were enough to fill Remus' heart sometimes. Even if that sounded pathetic.

"Oh Moony..." Sirius whispered as he panted.

I love you, Pads. I love you so much.

Remus thought. But he didn't say anything. He kissed Sirius on the mouth again.

[humblemediagenius]

STILL can't believe I have THE Hatsune Miku on MY computer. I own the program. this isn't a trial or anything I Have Her For Realsies. it's so weird even almost a year after getting her. it doesn't feel real. THE Miku. the Miku who has been one of my biggest interests my whole life. miku who is my bestest friend ever. one of the most important characters in my life. miku miku oo wee oo. IN MY COMPUTER. it's insane. she can sing little dittys. I made her sing a few guster songs a while ago. like I can just Do that. With Miku. nothing is stopping me. it's just so absurd that for almost all characters I obsess over it feels like I can never truly be with them but Miku is the exception because she's RIGHT!!!! THERE!! EVERY DAY!!!!!! WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!! and its just making me kind of go insane right now. I love Miku. so much . it's so different than getting a little plushie of my favorite characters no she's There. Forever. With me. :( I am crying btw

[isleofair]

Ten faves in ten fandoms

I was tagged by @saltedpin: thank you so much!!! 💙💙💙 (This took me way longer to put together than I thought, wow)

Tiger & Bunny - Nathan Seymour (aka Fire Emblem) What can I say about Nathan. She's my ultimate blorbo, despite being pretty much the opposite of the kind of character I usually fixate on. They're a successful, ultra-rich business owner but also the mom friend of the group; a wonderful mix of (literally) fiery fierceness and soft sensitivity; a big, phoenix-themed peacock with the heart of a small, cuddly lovebird. I love her to death. 💖 (Honorable mention to her future husband Buddy hero, Keith Goodman, aka Sky High, aka literally the bestest guy EVER.)

Star Trek: TNG - Data This guy was sort of a blueprint for my childhood weirdness. I live for characters who are supposedly non-human, but are actually the most human of them all; and Data, for all that he was vastly stronger, faster, and smarter (at least logically) than all of his friends, had a gentleness to him that made you forget about that pretty much all of the time. I've been wanting to hug him for about 35 years.

Yūri!!! on Ice - Yuuri When I started watching the show, I thought Victor would be my favorite, but when I began to truly understand Yuuri's character, there was no going back. He's so astonishingly real in the way he perceives himself as an utter failure while actually being amazing and very successful. He manages to give me a glimmer of hope, at least sometimes, that maybe I might manage, with some effort, to not be quite as much of an absolute disaster as I fear.

The Lord of the Rings - Faramir If I had to sum Faramir up in a word, it would be unassuming. He's constantly treated (mostly by his father, but also by part of the narrative) as someone who's an afterthought, a second best, a spare; all this in spite of being incredibly smart, and learned, and competent, and kind. He's just... really lovely, and although he ends up with Éowyn as sort of (again) a second choice after Aragorn, I say: Éowyn, my beloved badass, you kind of won the lottery there.

Anime Sanjūshi - Aramis (Yes, Italy apparently got ALL of the anime back in the '80s, lol.) This anime adaptation of The Three Musketeers takes quite a few creative liberties with the story, and one of them is making Aramis a woman in disguise. She kicks just as much ass as any of her companions (most of whom never find out her secret), and at the end, after completing the personal, romance-related quest she joined the Musketeers for, she... keeps her male disguise and her job, presumably forever. A+, no notes.

Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard One of the very few "military jock, ace pilot, dude with a big gun" protagonists I've ever liked, mostly due to the fact that Sheppard is technically all of the above things, but really he's just as much of a geeky, socially inept loser as the scientists he was hired to bodyguard, cosplaying as the jock with a gun because he really loves the "piloting things that fly really fast" part. Add in a self-sacrificial streak about a galaxy wide, and I was sold.

Sailor Moon - Haruka Tenō, aka Sailor Uranus 13-year-old me saw Haruka and fully went "man, I want to be her!" And then, many years later, I realized that I had also probably been wanting her, period. 😅 The anime got censored to hell and back, of course, but I'm the kind of person who takes things I'm told at face value, so I saw her being incredibly dramatic and jealous and infatuated and totally willing to die for her "best friend" and went "yeah, I guess that checks out". I still vaguely thought that she would make the perfect "boyfriend", as she was the coolest person ever, lol.

The Adventure Zone: Balance - Taako I still can't believe a podcast that started out as essentially "how many dick jokes can we fit into 60-90 minutes of butchering the rules of D&D" ended up being one of the most significant pieces of media in my life, but hey, to quote Taako himself, "It’s not all abraca-fuck-you and what have you. I have a beating heart! I’m multi-dimensional! I’m a fully-realized creation! FUCK!" Taako's vulnerability is hidden under MANY layers, but when it comes out, it hits straight to the heart.

Yūki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern - Lewis Smith I'm throwing my most recent fandom in here, because why not. Smith (yeah, I know) is an apparently extremely stereotypical "American Pilot Guy" character (don't look him up, because the show is best experienced without spoilers, but I promise you, he looks just like he could be Keith Goodman's twin), but in a show that is always at least three genres at once, in very varying degrees of seriousness, he ends up being one of the most genre-aware characters of all, with... interesting consequences.

Good Omens (TV) - Crowley This one is interesting because in the book, my favorite character was always, very clearly and very firmly, Aziraphale. And then the tv show happened, and yeah, I'm not immune to the David Tennant Effect, by any means, but... You know that post that's been going around, that says something vaguely like "the best trait a male character can have is being pathetically in love with someone"? Well. Crowley is not a male character, but in the show he embodies pining. Pining pours out of each and every one of his probably non-existent pores 24/7, non-stop, for millennia. And I... kind of like pining. A reasonable amount. It's fiiiiiiiiiiiine.

I am tagging YOU! 🫵 But only if you want to play, of course! 😂💙

[amatorysacrivn]

What kind of yandere is everyone?

AAAHHHU okay okay!! some of these are less yandere and more so obsessed and toxic lovers but yk

tiffany is an emotional, guilt tripping girl. she will get you isolated with her emotions. she’ll play her victim card just to get you to stay with her. she trusts you with her whole life! how dare you try to be around anyone else when she’s so vulnerable with you? i’d say she’s a manipulative yan.

“no, please! i don’t feel well, i need you to care for me. you can collect the others’ product later! just please stay with me! i’m sick!”

rosaline is a verbally abusive yet so caring kind of girl . she will tear you down so you don’t think anyone but her would love you. even if anyone tries to get at you, she’ll send her henchmen to abduct and mutilate them. i’d categorize her as a sadistic yan.

“why do you bother making conversation with them, sugar cube? you know they don’t like you. they never will like you. they don’t want you like i do. must i blacken your other eye?”

vesperia is just… sick. she wants to kill you. she wants to turn you into a corpse. she wants to keep you in her morgue forever and ever and ever and ever and— i’d call her an obsessive yan.

“can… can you promise me you’ll come here when you die? please?”

elita is the kind of person that will stick to your side like a piece of melted chewing gum. it adores your company and wants to be your bestest friend in the world! besides, what if you inhale the product? what if you get high and it needs to care for you? it totally didn’t drug you to keep you around. clingy yan.

“there’s my sweet larva! i was getting worried about you. i got you a lil drink while you were gone! here drink it! …drink it. i said take the fucking drink.”

cy is similar to tiffany in the sense of guilt tripping, but she’s much nicer! she’ll baby you, coddle you, make you feel special, but the moment you try to stray from her grasp she starts the waterworks. also a manipulative yan.

“oh buttercup, i’m glad you called me back. i missed you so much! i brought your favourite snacks and movies and— ..what do you mean you didn’t want to do that today? but i came all this way to keep you company! surely you’ll let me hold you while we watch lalaland again :(“

aziel is the kind of guy who will act like you are already his partner! he believes you are already in love with him but haven’t asked for a label yet for some odd reason. that’s okay! no matter how much you push him away, he’ll always find a way back. he’s a delusional yan.

“oh my lemon bar~! can i get a kiss? please? it’ll help me with work! come on, just one? alright i’ll stop, i love you! …say it back. you know you love me. say it back.”

leviathan and lazaria are a package deal of psychos. (no they do not date they just share) they will helicopter and tease the sweet thing but at the end of the day that’s their sweet thing. nobody else gets to touch them lest they be brutally murdered by the two of them. leviathan is a masochist yan tho while lazaria is a sadist yan.

“my poison, you’re so adorable. you should carve your initials into my back so everyone knows i’m yours. come on, it would be fun!”

“i wanna make you bite the curb and suck your broken teeth out of your gums. you’re so cute!!”

konstantin is hostile and mean. he hates you, but he can’t get enough of you. he wants to put you in a glass enclosure like he does the insects he collects but he also wants to leave you dead on the operating table. he’s a mixed messages yan.

“your presence is excruciating. make yourself useful and hand me the scalpel. thank you. i love you. …i never said that. you’re hearing things. shut the fuck up.”

casanova is a show off. he wants you to be impressed by him. he’s kind to you, flirts with you, and will court you even if you’re already dating. but god forbid you reject him. he will indulge himself in you but as soon as you say no he becomes hostile and won’t let up. he will get you to say i love you back. self indulgent yan.

“mi vida! mi vida, i harvested an entire group of friends in two hours! isn’t that impressive? i’m so cool, aren’t i? i love you so much i couldn’t do this without you! mwah!!”

kastiel is infatuated with you. he has been for too long and he always will be. he’s so in love with you and worships the littlest of actions you do. you’re just so,, perfect. too good for him. are you real? are you just another cryptid waiting to take his skin? he’ll let you! he’s an obsessive yan.

“oh my god, my everything, my life my love! you looked so perfect back there. please, please crawl into my body. snuggle yourself into my rib cage, kiss me through my throat. lorelei doesn’t treat me this good…”

[sokkastyles]

I think the best ending would be for Ozai to die and Azula lose her fire bending. Idk all the details of how that would happen but like imagine Azula trying to live without her bending it would be so interesting. Ozai is too much of a generic villain.

You already know my side in the "should Ozai have been killed" debate but it's less about me thinking Ozai actually needed to die and more about the lack of story and character development in the ending we got. Disappearing into a prison forever is just fine. People have made good cases for the political problems that causes and the comics address that, as well as the emotional fallout for Zuko, but I'd be willing to suspend belief if the show provided me with some satisfying reasons to accept Ozai being alive at the end of the show.

Azula having to deal with the loss of her bending is an interesting au. I don't think she should have it taken away but I have been thinking of a possible au where she loses it akin to Zuko temporarily losing his, and having to find inner peace with herself to get it back.

We know that Azula is dangerous even without her bending, which we see when she is chi-blocked in the comics as well as when you take into account how manipulative she is, so taking her bending away on the grounds that it makes her less dangerous doesn't really work, but I would like to see her have to go on an emotional journey akin to what Zuko had to do, if only because so much of her personality is tied up in her bending.

I'm less inclined to believe that Azula needs to lose her bending, though, so much as I think she needs to learn that her bending doesn't make her better than others. So much of Azula's belief in the superiority of her bending is reliant on colonialism when it comes to the other elements, classism when it comes to benders of her own nation, and her belief that she's a better bender than her brother comes from a narrative of abuse. Not to mention how it allows her to abuse her nonbender friends. Why are we still assuming that this narrative is correct?

I'm not saying that Azula isn't a skilled bender, but it wouldn't surprise me if, once Azula no longer has the shield of being princess of the Fire Nation and Ozai's golden child, she finds out that she actually isn't the bestest bender in the world.

Imagine Azula in her travels meeting some random common firebender who ends up beating her in combat. Azula is of course outraged by this all "don't you know who I am????" This feral firebender girl is like "princess WHO? Never heard of you," and then kicks Azula's ass. This is the beginning of a beautiful enemies to friends arc where Azula ends up learning more about her firebending than she ever thought while learning about the lower classes in her own nation, as well as the lies her father made her believe.

[twotangledsisters]

Forgive me if I’ve asked you this before but what’s your favorite headcanon about each of the tts gang?

First off, apologies for taking so long to answer! I don't have a cool excuse I just saw it while out, though I'd remember to answer later and... didn't.

But super cool question so let's get into it!

Rapunzel

For Rapunzel, I surprisingly can't think of too much, I'm sure I'll think of a million things after pressing post, but I'm going with one I included in a recent chapter because I think it's adorable:

The flowers in Rapunzel's hair are picked from the garden every morning by Eugene for her.

Eugene would pick flowers for her early on because, you give flowers to your girlfriend, Rapunzel would accept the little bucket with a smile, but not knowing to put them in a vase like any normal girl she'd go straight to the mirror and add them to her hair. A constant reminder of Eugene.

And he'd of course pick her fresh one's every single morning because if his girlfriend wants flowers in her hair she's going to have the very best.

Eugene

My fave is one you've probably all seen but will forever warm my heart. It was by guiltyhipster and @dannybird22 on tumblr though the first, I looked it up and they don't seem to have a blog anymore.

In fact, because it only seems to be around in image form, it took me a while to find but here it is:

It's so sweet.

And the idea that neither remember and it's just a coincidence would make it all the sweeter in my mind!

(I also headcanon in my fics Eugene didn't stay put in one kingdom's orphanage and kept running away and ending up in new ones so that would allow for this to be possible still).

Cassandra

There are so many good headcanons with Cass because there is so much left unsaid about her (who's her dad? why did Gothel have a kid? How did she get Owl?). Choosing just one, choosing a favourite is very hard.

But my fave headcanon (which is huge spoilers for many of my fics because I use and reuse it a lot, but I won't be saying which fics because a few have other ideas) is that she's at least half magic.

Let me explain, we know she's Gothel's daughter. But Gothel is literally pure sundrop magic at this point, that's why she dies when Rap's hair gets cut. So any child produces by Gothel is unlikely fully human.

I don't think she can use these powers in the way Raps does, I think it just kinda sits in her blood completely inactive.

This also explains why she can grab and use the moonstone magic without it trying to kill her.

Lance

That the day he got caught and sent to prison he sacrificed himself so Eugene could escape (probably without Eugene realizing that what he'd done), because Lance is the bestest big brother ever and for as many jokes as he makes I just know he'd do anything to protect his friends/family and their happiness.

Where does the tts gang end....? I'm just gonna keep going... sorry?

Arianna

Probably my fave characters!

She's a huge animal lover. Before Frederic she kept a bunch of pets but when she became queen and didn't have the time to give them the attention they deserved, she stopped getting new pets.

I mean she has two dogs a horse and a bird in her royal portrait!

She's also clearly into weapons as she has several (something I definitely dig into deep later in my fic).

Frederic

I think Frederic was probably raised in "royal isolation", that is to say, he had tutors and teachers preparing him for his future duty, there were servants and such, but he didn't really get to hang out with other kids his age, because of that he sometimes struggled with understanding other's emotions and comes of as awkward at times.

Captain of the Guard

So, in Eugene vs Cassandra, I was always really struck by Cass' explanation of how Cap raised her, specifically the line: "how to earn my keep". I don't doubt Cap loved her, but I do believe growing up with the Captain as her father was more discipline than nurturing. Especially because of where she came from.

I think Cap probably wouldn't let her get away with bad behaviour or attitude, not because he wanted to be strict or pushy, but because he was scared of the king and queen and how people would treat the daughter of the princess' kidnapper.

I think he did what he thought was best for her. But I think ultimately it backfired.

I could probably go on with every single character who ever made an appearance but, I've been writing for a while now, so hope you enjoy some of these!

[vijayasena]

Hi 👀

How are you my cute little star..my gem..my firefly. Who always brighten and lighten the things around.☺

This is for you, a small gesture of love from my side. You are so sweet and kind. You always send cute messages to each and everyone who are here in contact with you. I didn't knew people like you still existed with such a pure heart always looking out for everyone , you are the greatest friend anyone could ask for. I adore you so much.. I love you so much.😍

I know we don't talk on regular basis but remember that you are in my prayers. When someone receive a notification here and it is from your's side, I can bet it gives them a cute curve around their cheeks. As new year's begins I wanna tell you and remind you how amazing you've been in the past year and that you've got it all for this year too. I'm proud of you and your entire existence. I just wish you to continue to be 'you' in this year too the prettiest soul I have got. God bless you always.💕

Awwwwww this is soooo cute please love I literally have tears in my eyes literally God what I did to deserve such an amazing person like you as my friend please you are soo sweet the sweetest person I have ever known God I love you sooo damn much

You truly are one of the bestest person to ever exist I don't know how to ever thank you in a for your constant support and love you have for me I don't even know if I deserve this much love from such a sweet and kind person like you but thank you for every Dam thing you have ever done for me I am forever Great full just sorry remember that if you ever need me and want my help I would love to do it in any possible way please you also take care of yourself eat on time drink in a water and sleep properly and don't stress much just believe in yourself and everything is possible!!!!

You are one of the most perfect amazing and mind doing person to ever exist and deserve every love good and happiness this word has to offer please always keep smiling and keep shining the word with your love and Charm love you so much take care of yourself!!!

[janetbrown711]

Bestest Friend in the World

Mei is the bestest friend of MK and that will surely never ever lead to grievous injuries no siree

tw for stabbing, blood, major injuries, hospitals, etc.

Ao3 link

Mei Dragon was the bestest bestest bestest friend in the world of MK– and had been since kindergarten. Every afternoon was spent hanging out until her parents and nannies started to disapprove but even that didn’t stop them as MK just started sneaking in and Mei gained the power of puppy dog eyes that the nannies and sometimes even her father couldn’t refuse.

She was ride or die for him since day one too– being part of the Dragon family had its perks like that. She was a formidable foe, so if anyone so much as looked at MK sideways, she was ON it with that White Horse Dragon energy. It helped MK was just as ride or die– they were together through graduations, breakups, get-back-together-s, art classes, PE classes, driving lessons, their Silly Band monopoly turned Multi-Level-Marketing Scheme turned banned from selling to the school turned illegal bracelet selling business turned all silly bands are banned from school forever now, more graduations, and Mei even helped him move into his apartment above their favorite restaurant Pigsy’s Noodles on his 18th birthday.

Ah Pigsy– the old fella’s place was practically a second home to the pair– something that originally bothered him until Mei showed the classic Dragon Credit Card and suddenly she was welcome whenever. It was also a second home in a more sentimental way, that was true– Pigsy practically raised MK since his parents were… complicated. Not to mention Pigsy was also way more sentimental than her old man ever is– even if he pretends he isn’t. The big softie liked to pretend he’d get mad at them but his punishments were always so empty to her (though MK still believed otherwise– even though Mr. Tang really should be proof enough).

In the heat of battle, Mei had MK’s back more than anyone else on the squad. The two were two halves of one whole– two peas in the pod, peanut butter and jelly, daddy issues and heroism, pigsy’s and noodles, Mei Dragon and the motherfucking Monkey Kid!

No duo had ever been so badass or cool or loyal or awesome or as amazing as Mei and MK were. They were one of a kind, truly and infinitely.

“On your right Mei!!!” MK shouted on the battlefield, Mei drove to the left so MK had room on the top of the Pigsy’s Noodles-mobile to jump off and take a swing at the demon in front of the– The Single Horned Rhinoceros King who was on a ramage, having once again escaped the court of heaven, and brought his army with him too.

MK went in for an attack, going for the neck, but his fingers somehow slipped and the second he let go the demon grinned, pulling out a sparkling silver ring which had a force so specific and powerful, the staff went within and disappeared entirely.

“What the heck–?” He said as he fell, more confused about that than the emanate doom of falling onto the ground.

“MK!” Mei immediately drove off to try and catch him, but thankfully Wukong was there and able to catch him on his cloud instead.

“Man, you’d think they’d lock up heaven a lot tighter after how many demons keep slipping through– wait, aren’t you Lau Tzu’s buffalo? What the heck are you doing out again?!” The Monkey King taunted while MK got his wares back.

“Sun Wukong! Here to lose again?” He grinned with sharp teeth and an eyebrow raised.

“Wait, you lost to this guy?! I thought you never lose!” MK looked at his teacher.

“Psh– I didn’t lose per se, not as much as I did against the Samadhi Fire, and the journey was allowed to continue so you know– no real loss,” The Monkey King brushed it off as he always did and Mei couldn’t help but role her eyes with a laugh.

“Besides, taking weapons is a cheaters game, and I know I could easily beat you hand to hand,” Sun Wukong winked with his tongue out.

“As if I care for that,” The Rhinoceros King grinned, summoning a spear of his own.

“Alright– that’s it. MK, give me my staff,” He scowled, and MK laughed as his face turned red with embarrassment.

“Haha, about that…”

“Ugh, not again. You are SUCH a cheater, I don’t know why Lao Tzu even likes you that much,” Wukong scowled at the demon, who couldn’t care less, going in to attack the cloud, and continuing the fight. Wukong dropped off MK with Mei to get the demon away from the mortals while MK and Mei tried to think of a plan while dealing with the army of much more regular sized demons.

“Nice job, butterfingers,” Mei teased, parrying an attack with her family’s sword and slicing through a demon’s chest. “Remember any of Mr. Tang’s stories about this guy?”

“I remember something about Budha and ‘don’t use weapons or fire because he’ll just suck it all up’ I think but honestly my mind is kind of everywhere right now,” He said, trying to fist fight, but he knew his strengths were more in staff fighting.

“Well, does that apply to the Fire of Samadhi?” Mei got a mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she looked back at Wukong and the demon Rhino King.

“Could be worth a shot, I don’t think it was mentioned in the original story,” MK said, grabbing her and summoning a cloud (a newer, shakier ability of MK’s), and taking them right to the demon.

“Kid, what are you doing?!” Wukong said and, having created a sword out of one of his hairs, was currently attempting to ‘empty fade’ the demon, but was blocked easily.

“We’re gonna see if this guy can handle a little heat,” Mei said, feeling the familiar burn in her chest starting to rise.

“Wait no– you probably shouldn’t– Well…” Wukong couldn’t make up his mind so Mei took that as an invitation and after getting MK to get out of the way she unleashed the Fire of Samadhi on the Rhino King, Dragon style.

However, the Rhino King simply laughed and brought out the diamond ring, consuming the flames whole until Mei was left exhausted and weak on MK’s cloud.

“W-Well I guess I’m going old fashioned then,” She grinned, looking at the monkey king, “Two sword fighters are better than none, right Sun Wukong?”

“Sure kid,” He laughed, and she joined the battle, making sure to keep a tight, tight grip on the hilt. MK went back to fighting the lesser demons, which would’ve all been fine if the demon king didn’t order some of them to also start attacking MK and Mei, meaning the battle went from 2 on 1 to 2 on 8 in the blink of an eye, and it was getting harder to keep their ground, even with Sandy and Pigsy running to help them fight too.

“Man, you really are an asshole, you know that Unicorn King?” Wukong huffed as he swept a demon’s leg and stabbed them through the chest.

This made the Rhino King very angry and his attacks against the king started getting far more aggressive than before, swiping faster and faster and hitting harder and harder while demons pulled at his clothes and tried to trip him.

“Monkey King!!” MK leapt from where he was to Wukong’s defense, leaving Mei to deal with even more demons all on her own– which was chill but like– annoying at the same time. She was doing a fairly good job slicing through some of them despite feeling depleted from the fire release, but she wanted to attack the king not just the sidekicks– man it would be a lot better if she hadn’t gotten off her motorcycle, then she could go all… shit what was that guy’s name? Aragorn! Yeah, she could go all Aragorn on their asses.

“Kid I said I got this,” Wukong grit his teeth as he pushed against the Rhino King’s weapon.

“Yeah sure, don’t take my help, that’s something new,” MK laughed as he punched and pulled demons off of Wukong, which succeeded in making things easier for Wukong.

However, demons were still going for Mei and the more there were the more she swung violently and while she usually would have solved this with a lil bit of that Fire of Samadhi, it sure wasn’t going to be back for a hot minute, so all she had was sweaty hands, heavy breathing, and a determination to keep on going.

As the battle waged on, the Rhino Demon took a hard notice of MK and, with a smirk, silently ordered his armies to attack him. MK panicked and Mei realized she had to do something.

She ran through the hoard of demons, slicing only when she had to, and when she got to MK, a demon grabbed her jacket, causing her body to jerk and she dropped her sword with a loud clunk, that was just loud enough for the Rhino King to hear and rejoice at as he brought out the ring once again and took it right off the ground and also destroyed Wukong’s pathetic hair sword while he was at it too.

“HEY!! You give that back you dickweed!!!” Mei shouted on the top of her lungs, smoke flaring from her nostrils.

“Cute how that little dragon girl doesn’t have any fire left,” He said at Wukong, who recognized he was at a standstill once again.

“Yeah, well maybe if you played fair—”

“It surprises me how you always try to see the best in people, Sun Wukong– even when you have no business to,” He pointed his spear at Wukong’s throat.

“Monkey King!” MK cried out, getting on his cloud and going to grab his master away. Mei recognized he needed a distraction and so got on top of a car and started shouting.

“I was talking to you! Hello?!” Mei’s insides burnt as little flames began to spark once again. She ran to the demon, who took his staff away from Wukong just as MK grabbed him and before Mei could blink, he hurled it and—

Fuck.

At first, not much, just her heart beating in her ears as she felt a warm liquid starting to drip down her stomach. She fumbled backward, and a shlink and a tugging feeling left her feeling very, very cold instantly.

“MEI!!!!!”

Several voices cried out behind her. Mei’s vision was spotty, but she could see MK running towards her as Wukong started to scratch and claw at the Rhino King.

At some point she fell backwards– she knew that because of the massive pain in the pack of her head and a ringing in her ears. She saw familiar yellow and pink blurs as Mei slowly started to close her eyes.

.o0o.

Darkness.

Cloudy light, lots of dust and debris– voices.

“What do you mean you can’t heal her?! Y-you’re a billion years old– th-there’s gotta be something you know–!”

“I-i’m sorry, Bud, I-i know I should, but–”

“MK, let’s just get her to a hospital, okay? It’ll be alright there.”

“Right… Right, thanks Pigsy…”

Darkness.

.o0o.

Darkness.

Jesus christ– Blaring lights.

“I don’t care if the building is half destroyed, she tried to save it– do you know who she is?!”

“Sir please, I’m going to need you to calm down, there are many other patients–”

“I’ll handle this, kid. You and Pigsy go sit.”

“Sun Wukong, I’m sorry I can’t–”

“UGH FINE–! Tang knows stitches I’ll just take her back to the shop–”

“No, my boat is far more equipped, you tell Tang to go there and I can make tea.”

That voice was much louder, causing a rumbling sensation in her left side. She was being held by someone… her brain couldn’t focus on who– trying to caused a throbbing headache.

“Wait, is she awake?! Mei??? Mei!!!”

Darkness again.

.o0o.

Darkness.

Blinding lights again– Jeez, what’s with all these lights?!

A smell of bleach and sterile cotton, as well as a distinct beep of a heart monitor filled her senses.

So she didn’t go to Sandy’s boat after all.

Sandy’s– holy smokes she could think again, thank god

Owowowow– okay not without massive headaches and excitement yet, let’s tone it down.

She stared up, trying to get her eyes to stop being so blurry and while it took a solid while, she eventually got it together and started seeing the perfectly white and blue hospital room with the classic uncanny feeling hospital art and all.

She eventually noticed someone was holding her hand– the one without the heartrate alligator clamp thingy, and painfully turned her head to see it was MK– snoring away with a puddle of drool but with a tight grip on her hand nonetheless. Pigsy was next to him, also asleep and holding a little green bag that said “Get Well Soon!” with a bow on it with his other hand on MK’s back.

Mei smiled, not even noticing her biological parents weren’t even there.

She wanted to look around more, but her insides felt like the Fire of Samadhi and she cringed tremendously in pain, squeezing MK’s hand as hard as she could.

“H-huh? What– I’m– MEI!!!” MK shot up and was thrilled to see her with her eyes open– even if it was only really halfway. He immediately grabbed and hugged her, but that hurt even more than trying to move, and Pigsy pulled him away.

“Remember what the nurse said? Gentle, MK, gentle,” the chef grunted, and MK stepped back ashamed.

“S-sorry Mei– I just– I was so— And now you’re–” He sighed a breath of relief.

Mei smiled and opened her hand and when MK took it she gave it a squeeze again.

“S-so… what happened, exactly?” Mei asked.

“Well, Monkey King went berserk on that demon guy and chased him all the way out of the city and somehow managed to get that stupid diamond ring and managed to turn him back to his true form where he then dropped him off on heaven’s front doorstep and then–”

“You got stabbed in the gut with that guy’s spear and we took you to the hospital. You had to have surgery to repair the organ damage and–” Pigsy had interrupted MK but he suddenly couldn’t speak anymore. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. “You’re still really hurt, kiddo, a-and they still don’t quite know how everything’s gonna heal and you lost a lot of blood and we didn’t know if you’d…”

Oh god…

“W-well that explains the hospital,” She tried to smile, but seeing Pigsy and MK’s tearful eyes made her want to sob.

“Monkey King’s working now to get back all the weapons and stuff, so don’t worry about your family’s sword,” MK informed her after suddenly remembering.

Frankly the sword was the last thing on her mind, but it was good to know it was being accounted for– no need for her family’s legacy to crumble apart like this so soon.

Maybe that’s why her parents were gone.

“That’s good,” Mei smiled tiredly.

God it hurt so much to breathe or– hell, just to live– right now.

“Mei, I am so, so, so sorry I couldn’t protect you– I should’ve done something– I could’ve turned into an eagle and grabbed it or something or–”

“MK, MK, it’s fine, really. I’m okay,” Mei stroked her best friend’s hand with her thumb.

MK went a bit silent.

“Mei, not to state the obvious but like… you aren’t– you could’ve– you nearly—”

Right.

“Y-yeah… I…” Mei felt like such an idiot for not knowing what to say.

“It’s not your fault kiddo, and it’s not Mei’s either,” Pigsy glanced at her to make sure she knew that too.

“Easy for you to say, you don’t even have any cool powers,” MK muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, but I was there, wasn’t I?!” Pigsy got a little huffy before sighing. “Look… tensions are high, Mei’s gonna be here for awhile… how about we just spend this time being happy she’s at least awake, alright? Because she very easily could–... not be.”

MK turned back to Mei.

“I’m just– I’m so sorry anyways. I-i– we’re two halves of a whole, you know that,” MK laughed a little and wiped his eyes.

“Yeah I know. You really think I’d let such an iconic duo fall apart like that,” Mei tried to punch his arm but ow.

“Yeah, without you, who’s gonna distract my best and only employee other than that old sap of a story teller?” Pigsy joked a little too, though Mei caught a tear rolling down his cheek.

“If you think this is bad you should’ve seen him in the hospital lobby– sobbing like a piglet,” MK whispered and Mei laughed a little, but owowowowow

“Alright, alright, enough of the whispering,” Pigsy rolled his eyes. “I got you something.”

“Oo! I love me a gift,” Mei smiled. Pigsy handed it to her and MK helped her open the bag and remove tissue paper to reveal a cheap little dragon plush keychain that looked to be from a claw machine and a coupon to Pigsy’s Noodles– 50% OFF???????

“Holy shit– You don’t even treat Tang this good– I-i don’t know what to say– I-i-i–” Mei instantly started tearing up.

“Hey, why can’t I get 50% off, I work there!” MK crossed his arms at his boss/dad.

“Have a near death experience again, then we’ll talk,” Pigsy shot him a look before cutting in front of him to get closer to Mei, offering his arm which Mei began to weep into, ignoring the absolutely godawful pain that flared with every sob. Soon enough MK was crying too, and he went on the other side of the bed and offered his arm too, and soon Mei was just holding onto both of them as best she could, crying her eyes out.

“I-I-I love you guys s-s-s-so much,” She wept.

Pigsy stroked her head with his free hand. “Yeah, love you too kiddo.”

“Y-yeah me too. Like you said– we’re two halves of a whole; the most iconic duo in history,” MK sniffled.

Mei couldn’t say more after that, in too much emotional and physical pain. She wanted to apologize for scaring them like that– for almost dying (maybe still dying, who knows) but she knew they wouldn’t care.

She was okay.

She was awake.

And she was still the bestest bestest bestest friend in the world of MK, with a pretty cool secret-softie pig dad to boot.

Mei was the luckiest dragon girl in the world.