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Where you belong?

Chapter 10 - Morally Grey

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, age gap, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator in 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 5,4k (i don't know wtf happened)

A/N: First, thank you so much for the new followers! Welcome to our community of Horny for Javier Peña lol Babes, I'm still horny for him and if love this man is a crime, arrest me! Let's start the ANGST because I need them to start to suffer a little... It's all going all too well...

Second, I had to repost it 'cause this plataform well... we all know.

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

Narrator's POV:

It all started when you had a fight with Crosby, since he wanted something he couldn't yet: Escobar's head on a plate, but it would take time.

Carrillo was no piece of cake either, sometimes hiding things from you, sometimes doing… Questionable things.

You’ve both had a terrible day, worse than others… But always knew where to find comfort: each other.

He came, fucked you until you saw stars and you shared dinner.

It became a routine.

Weeks flew by with hidden dates, excellent sex, intimacy.

This domesticity felt so good for both of you, it was almost like a dream, a distant reality from all.

You felt safe. Javier was radiant.

Actually, you both felt safe, happy, living in a bubble. No matter in which apartment, his or yours, that bubble isolated you from your traumas, your job, the drug war.

Javier was in the clouds, he never thought he could be happy with someone. He never thought you, although younger and fisty, could be so loving towards him… He always envied Steve for his relationship with Connie, but he could see you being that person: his person. His feelings grew by second. Even though you didn't want kids anymore, he could see you being a better stepmom than Lorraine was a mom.

As a wife, Lorraine wasn't exactly terrible, but she was no good either. Their relationship was casual, some booty calls. Sometimes, not even a proper date. Not even friends with benefits. After they got married, he never felt accepted, understood… Not even loved, if Javier was being honest to himself.

When he decided to get married to Lorraine, he felt like he was going to carry out a sentence - life sentence, and it had nothing to do with Lucas. Lorraine was a shallow person, didn't care for nothing other than herself and what people thought about her. It was always about what would appear, what would people think, what they would say… Her family was no better: her parents had a little money, so they thought they owned Laredo and could own people. Furthermore, they considered themselves “true Americans”, different from Javier and his family.

Javier was known as “Laredo's legs spreader” and Lorraine “tamed him” or “saved him”.

Her family loved the second one, by the way.

Javier also tried not to get married. He promised he was going to take care of his kid and Lorraine, but she cried and begged to get married. He felt sorry for her and how was he going to marry someone for being sorry? Her family, on the other hand, threatened him: if he didn't marry Lorraine, he would never see his son. Never.

So he did it.

He wishes he never did.

But now, things are a little different: he had someone he could see himself with, one day. You were everything and a little more than he asked for… You were intelligent, beautiful, funny, you weren't judgemental or selfish. You made him almost forget about his personal war in Laredo, he almost forgot about Lorraine.

Almost.

But he had to tell you the truth, but a shorter version. Or make up one that told you enough without jeopardizing the relationship you were just starting off. It was already so hard to break your initial walls, Javier couldn’t risk anything anymore…

He knew the best way to tell a lie was to tell a few half-truths and break it down easily.

And pray you'd never find out about it the rest…

This night was just another night at his apartment. He lured Steve not to show up by surprise, so you could have some privacy.

You were telling about the first night you dared to use your vibrator, but forgot to lock the door.

“No way!” - Javier said to you, shocked.

“Well, let’s just say mi mama never barged into my room again, ever.” - you responded, laughing.

It was just so… So serene.

“Your mama must have been so shocked, what did she do at the time?”

“Well, she pretended nothing happened and we only talked about a few years later, on a family reunion, we were so drunk. It was a Navidad (Christimas), I guess… Anyway, sex wasn’t exactly a taboo in my family, curiously.”

“How so?” - Javier asked, interested. He bites a piece of his chinese spring roll, waiting for you.

“Well, despite all of the fuzz around ‘sex’, my family conducted things a little differently. My parents always taught me, my sister and my older brother to take accountability for our actions. They never treated us 3 differently because of our gender. So, when we started doing it, we actually had an open conversation about condoms, birth control… This kind of thing. It increased our trust in each other, parents and children. It worked so well for all the 28 years of my life. We are really close and always can count on each other. My older brother is 35 and my younger sister is turning 24 this year… I’m rambling, sorry.” - you savored your beer, shutting yourself down.

“I love to hear about your family, cariño. It seems to be an important part of who you are. Tell me more about your siblings, what do they do? How about your parents?”

“Oh, no, Javi! You first!” - you laughed. - “We’re going on quid pro quo here… Tell me about your family, come on!” - you ask.

“God, you’re a tough cookie!” - he laughed. - “Okay, I’ll give you something… Let me see…” - Javier started to think about what he could actually tell you, with no risks, so he stayed safe: teenage years and college. - “Well, mi mama, as you know, is not alive anymore, but she lived to see me do good things, such as graduate in high school, which, by the way, she was one of the teachers at the school…” - He took a sip from his beer. - “She was an amazing mom and incredible teacher, but Díos Mio, I couldn’t step outside the line or have a girlfriend. Mi papa is a wonderful dad as well. He was the stability to my mom’s… I don’t know how to name it, she was fast, agitated, full of life and dreams. My dad provided the balance to make her dreams turn into reality.”

“Oh, that’s so good. My dad and mom are just like it as well… So, what do you wanna know now?”

“Go on about your parents and your siblings, cariño, please. What do they do?”

“Well, my dad is a public server and my mom is in finance, working at a small company. My sister is in Med School and my brother is an Assistant District Attorney… Wait, we’re at your apartment and I haven’t seen any photos… Do you have any?”

“Cariño…” - He started and you knew he had, from just hearing that tone, but probably were hidden. - “Why bother to see?”

Javier was worried to show since there were some of Lucas’ pictures among them.

None of Lorraine, of course… He burned them all and only kept letters that talked about Lucas, in one separated box.

“Come on! Por favor, Javi…” (Please, Javi…)

“Oh no, cariño, we’re going on quid pro quo here…” - he smiled. - “You set the rules yourself.”

“Fuck, Peña. Sometimes I underestimate you… Okay, fine. What do you want?”

And then he smiled… A fucking naughty smile, like he had he upper hand.

“I’ll show you my family album… But you gotta do something first for me.” - he said.

“Oh, fuck, you wanna fuck me in the ass, don’t you?” - you joked.

However, his expression demonstrated shock, he even let out a nervous laugh.

Javier didn’t deny it, though.

“Cariño, I…” - The Adam's apple on his throat was throbbing, as he gulped and struggled to find words. - “I do, but to be honest, that wasn’t part of the request… It could be, though.”

“Oh…” - you responded, surprised. - “Please, amuse me!” - your tone was curious.

“I’d like you to wear a blindfold and maybe wear a tie or a handcuff. You can use words to express your limits and we can agree before we get started on what I can or cannot do. We can use your toys, if you’d like…”

You were astonished by Javier’s boldness.

And, of course, aroused by the possibilities that would come by if you decided to take the risk of surrendering to Javier Peña.

Javier Peña, the guy you elected as the sluttiest and most depraved man alive.

Javier Peña, the man who you loved to roll in bed with, since he never was ashamed of his urges or desires with you - and never shamed you nor called you a “slut” for loving sex or masturbating.

In fact, Javier loved that you touched yourself - it wasn’t that common in his or your past relationships or experiences in different ways.

He frequently used it in his favor, by the way.

“We could use safe words, like ‘yellow’ if you’re almost at your limit and ‘red’ if you want me to stop.” - he continued. - “You could tell me if you’d like me to use some or any of your toys…”

“Oh, you want to use tools, Javi?” - you teased him.

He smiled at you, the same sly smile.

“Oh, you can tell me which one I can use, but it won’t mean I’ll actually use… So, what do you think? Any more you’d like to add?”

“Well, I liked the idea of using safe words, seems wise, since I won’t be able to see or maybe move. About my toys… You can use the wand, I know you love it almost as much as me. I’ll throw you a bone and let you use my plug, but putting it inside of me… I know I never let you do it. But be reasonable, Peña.”

“So, you’re picking it up now or we’re going to your place across the hallway?” - he provoked you.

“Oh, I’m picking it up… I’m guaranteeing you’re gonna do your part of the deal, Peña.”

You got up and went to your apartment as fast as you could.

You were naked and blindfolded.

Your hands were tied behind you, firmly but not hurtful.

You were on your knees, on top of Javier’s bed, your legs were slightly open, so Javier’s head could accommodate between them.

His head, by the way, was, indeed, between your legs, torturing you by kissing and licking your pussy.

You were hesitant in sitting on his face, you didn't want to suffocate Javier.

You could feel his mustache tingling you, sending shivers down your spine, his hands grabbing you ass, opening you, leaving his fingertips all over it, teasing you open, his tongue avoiding your clitoris, fucking you.

And, since you couldn’t see anything, it felt even more intense.

He made you come so good your legs couldn’t hold and you fell on the bed, next to him.

Javier then started the next thing he planned:

“Cariño, lay with your ass up and your beautiful face down.” - You obeyed, while he got up. You only felt his height leaving the mattress. - “Good girl… Now, relax.”

One of Javier’s hands opened you and the other caressed your holes, admiring how beautiful you look like that, at his mercy.

“Díos Mio, cariño… Tell me how you can look so goddamn beautiful?”

You moan at his praise.

He wasted no time and began to prepare your ass with some lube, playing on its entrance. Then, you felt something cold and metallic starting to enter you and made you jump.

“Relax, cariño, it’s just your plug.” - you tried to relax, taking long and deep breaths as Javier put it on you, slowly, letting you get used to it. - “You’re doing really well, babygirl. I’m almost done…” - until you felt it inside you, completely.

“Fuck, Javier…” - You gasped, while clenching around it and, your pussy, throbbing.

His hands continued to spread you open, deciding on what to do next.

Your mind was racing, not being able to think clearly, only feeling every cell on your skin burn.

Burning under Javier’s touch.

Javier slowly entered your pussy, savoring how your walls were even more tight than usual. He held your hips in place, to avoid any tentative escape, even if it was unconscious.

Javier fucked you slowly, at first, letting you get used to his length, as usual, and preventing him of come early than he wanted.

Javier mumbled both in English and Spanish a bunch of dirty words, while you moan his name, which time, louder.

You could feel how his body was just as sweet as yours, just as hot. His hands seemed to be everywhere.

“Ja-javi, oh fuck, I'm so close.” - you plea, needy.

“Let it go, cariño, let me feel you squeezing me…” - He allowed you.

You came so hard on him.

And, of course, Javier couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside you just after. Catching his breath, he pulled his dick out, untied you and held you against him, while you both laid there.

You were astonished by how good of a lover Javier was to you.

He took off your blindfold and held your face between his hands, looking deeply in your eyes. His look was so intense, you felt it in your gut, making your folds pulsating and your plug almost vibrate.

“Javi, you're making me blush…” - you confided.

He smiled.

“You're so gorgeous, I can't believe we're here.”

Minutes later, after a shower you and Javier put back the bare minimum of clothes to walk round Javier’s apartment and you both sit down on his living room floor, next to a bookcase, with a file box and lots of pictures of him, his parents, his parents’ ranch…

“So, this is you on top of a cow? Why?” - you laughed. - “That's so cute: Javier Peña, a farm boy!”

He rolled his eyes.

“Come on, stop messing with me! Here's another one: mama y papa at their wedding.” - he showed another picture. He was a perfect mix of his dad and mom.

“Hey, you never told me you have a brother, Javi…” - you said, picking up a photo of Lucas, his son.

Javier tensed up, nervous.

“Cariño, there's something you should know…” - he started, in an incriminating tone, as if has hiding something, but got caught.

You swallow hard.

“I have a son, back in the US.”

“Peña… What the fuck? Why did you keep it from me?” - you're started to lose your mind.

Javier took a deep breath and began to confide me:

“When we decided to get to know each other better, I didn't think at the time that we would be this close, this fast. You told me I could get a little bit comfortable before opening up, and I intended to tell you in a moment we talked about family, my family, like today. I'm sorry it took a while, but now you know…”

“Okay, that's on me. Fair enough.” - you responded in a cold way. He played by the rules, he didn't lie… However, you couldn't help but feel a little… Deceived. - “Tell me about him, what's his name? Who's he with?”

“His name is Lucas, he's three and loves cowboys and wants to be one like his abuelo Chucho, my dad.” - he contemplated. - “He's with his mother, back in Laredo.”

You nodded, absorbing all the information.

You were nervous and feeling something else, you just couldn't name it yet. Your gut was telling you something was off, but you only thought you were anxious.

Nonetheless, it wasn't bad Javier already had a toddler, took the pressure off of you, at least…

“Lucas is such a beautiful boy, Javi…” - your fingers passed through his eyes, nose, cheeks on the paper. It wasn't familiar to you, but Lucas could look like his mother's family a bit more than Javi's, you supposed.

“I'm sorry I waited so long.” - he stated. - “But yeah, he is. Hope to see him sometime soon.”

“You know you can get a legal absence, right? Steve already took it.”

“I know, cariño. I'll do it soon.”

“Well, I should get going… Gotta get early at the office tomorrow.”

“Cariño, we've been sleeping together and getting there on time everyday…” - he questioned. - “Your place is just across the hall, there's no need for it…”

You changed your outfit back to your dress you wore hours later and picked up your purse and bag.

“I'm serious, I've got an important meeting earlier than usual, don't worry. Good night, Peña.” - you pecked his lips and left his place.

Javier couldn't believe what just had happened.

He put the photos back where they belonged, leaving just the one with Lucas out.

He sat down on his sofa, that now smelled like your perfume, lit up his cigarette, mumbling possibilities on what to do.

“Hey, Peña, Y/LN wants to see you at her office.” - Steve said, as he arrived at his table. - “Did you fucked something up? ‘Cause she doesn't look happy…”

Javier sighted.

“I sure did…” - Javier whispered to himself and Steve pretended not to hear. He went to your office, worried. He didn't know what to expect.

“Steve said you called me, jefe.”

“I did, Peña. Lock the door and close the blinds, please.” - and as he did, you got up and sat on your desk, facing him.

You offer him your hand, to pull him closer, with a sweet smile on your face.

Javier crosses his arms more firmly and looks away from you, avoiding your eye contact and touching your hand.

His whole body aches for yours, as always, but he held back the urge.

He's afraid you might break up with him.

“Y/N, why am I here?” - he asks, a bit rude.

You got up and held his face in your hands, looking at him like he did to you last night.

“Don't play hard balls to me, Javi… It’s okay.” - your tone is sweet and loving towards him and he relaxes.

“Cariño, I missed sleeping next to you yesterday.” - he smiled, but it soon faded, as he saw an expensive and gorgeous set of orchids on your desk. - “Who sent these to you?" - he questioned, focusing solely on the flowers now.

You look at him, confused.

“What do you mean? It wasn't you?”

Javier shook his head without looking up from the flowers. The sight of them made him uncomfortable and he couldn't help feeling annoyed at the mystery that's been presented in front of him. He crossed his arms and glanced back at them, then back at you.

"I didn't send them…” - he murmured.

“Since the card wasn't signed, I thought it could only be you… Look.” - And you show him the card.

“I've missed you, can't wait to see you in my hands again”

Javier’s eyes shift down to the card as he studies it, looking for some kind of clue about who the sender could be. He sighed quietly and ran his fingers over the edge of the card before looking back at you.

He crossed his arms more firmly, still looking annoyed.

“So you don’t know who sent it?” - his tone seemed accusatory.

"Javier, we’ve been seeing each other for the last 2 months, who else would do it?"

Javier’s eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath and tried to keep calm.

He knows you’re right, but that doesn’t stop the jealousy that started to pass through his veins.

“You don’t have any other guys that might have sent them?” - he inquired again, impatiently.

"You know I haven't seen anyone besides you, Peña.” - You seemed firm to him in your declaration.

Javier’s face stiffened at the mention of your ex as he rubbed his fingers through his hair, nervous. He knows about the whole story, but not by you, you haven’t told him…

Yet.

You only told him that time, when you were drunk.

Javier didn’t care about your ex or any other guy.

You were his.

“Right…” - he mutters, trying to avoid showing too much emotion.

“Are you jealous, baby?” - provoked him with a playful tone.

Javier raised an eyebrow at you as his silence lingered. He let out a deep breath through his nose, trying to hide his annoyance as he thought about everything that’s happened between you both in the past few months.

The jealousy he’s feeling eats at him from the inside out, but he tries to ignore it.

“Jealous? No…” - he said, scoffing a little. “More like annoyed.”

"Why?" - You look at him, still confused.

Javier sighed, crossing his arms tightly as the frustration grows in his voice:

“Why does anyone have flowers sent to them?” - he prompts you. - “Because they’re interested. Because they like you.” - His lips curl into a sarcastic smile. - "Am I supposed to be thrilled about it?"

You rolled your eyes, angry.

"I didn't say you should be thrilled! It's not my fault a random person sent me flowers!"

“A random person?” - Javier mocked, his eyes narrowing even more as he studies your face. He can’t help feeling more irritated as he realizes that you legitimately have no idea who sent them. - "Then who do you think sent them? Did they magically appear out of thin air?"

“I'm not liking your tone, Javier…” - you alerted him.

Javier’s expression stiffened, his eyes met yours, anger sparking in their depths as he stared at you.

"Then maybe you should tell me who sent them. You run this fucking office, you can manipulate a president and an ambassador into do whatever you want, ain’t hard, is it?" - he continued to mock you.

You can see the cop in him, interrogating a suspect, playing with words, cenarios, asking the same things in different ways…

But you’re not one.

“Javier, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t call me a manipulative bitch and just answer that I already told you I don't fucking know!” - you shouted at him, in a harsh tone.

Javier’s face tightened with rage at your voice. His temper had reached its tipping point and he was barely holding it together anymore. He narrowed his eyes at you and the tension in the air heats up, the smell of the flowers only making the situation worse.

"Give me a fucking name!" - he yelled.

“Javier, I’m really fucking tired of your accusation. Since I was wrong to assume the man I’m dating sent me these gorgeous flowers, which, by the way, orchids are, indeed, my favorite, thanks for asking, I’m gonna find out who did it.” - You pick up the phone, call the flower shop on the card and put on the speaker.

The clerk picked up and greeted you as she waited for you to give your name.

Javier crosses his arms tightly as he waits for the conversation to unfold, his eyes never leaving your face.

You asked the clerk about who sent the delivery to your address and she checked the order for you, looking up the information about the delivery: she pulled up the details and spoke softly into the phone:

“It says here that a man had sent the delivery for you… No name, though.”

“Miss, he paid with cash or card?”

The clerk paused for a moment to check the bank information attached to the order. She speaks back into the phone.

“It seems like he paid using a card for this delivery.”

“Miss, I’m an American police officer here in Colombia, I need the info ASAP.”

The clerk seemed panicked by the request provided the details of the card used and you wrote it down and thanked the clerk.

She hung up the call and you were left with the details of the unknown man who sent the flowers.

You took a deep breath, feeling the tension spreading through your body, as you started to focus on the important parts of the transaction. Your mind wandered back to the man who sent them to you, trying to recall all the men that you’ve investigated recently, and coming up blank.

You put the info on your computer and a name popped out:

Benedict John Smith.

It’s fucking Ben, your ex.

The fucking orchids were sent from your Ben, but why?

Your chest hurt as you watched the information flash on the screen in front of you. It’s the final piece of the puzzle that confirms your fears.

“Oh, that probably means he’s out… Oh no, no, no!” - you thought, but tried not to show it to Javier.

Your emotions were all over the place as the thought of him fills your head, and the thought of seeing his name on your computer sends a wave of fear crashing through you.

“So?” - Javier questioned you, pulling you back to the present.

“Mi cielo, ahora sabemos…” (My heaven, now we know…) - you said to him with no emotion in your voice, but Javier didn’t understand at first, so you spin the screen around to face it to Javier, showing him the data that confirms the bouquet was sent by your ex-fiance. His reaction is exactly what you hoped for: he looks angry as he stares at the information on the monitor.

While he read the info, you throw the orchids in the trash.

Javier sighs deeply, his gaze shifting back to your face. His expression is full of annoyance and irritation as he stares at you, waiting for you to say something.

He stared at the trash can and rolled his eyes, his mood improving slightly: you had a point.

He turned his gaze back towards you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he raises an eyebrow.

“Happy now?” - you ask fast, in a tone that could kill a man.

"Does that look like I'm happy? That idiot almost ruined my whole day with those fucking flowers!" - he yelped.

“Oh, he almost ruined your day?” - your tone is ironic and rude. - "I'm furious with you too, Javier! You accused me!"

Javier's eyes widened at your response and he took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He felt like a jackass – he didn't realize his accusing tone would hit you this hard. He thought he was just being logical.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not proud of it." - He leaned forward a little, his hands balling into fists. - "I just..."

“You just what?”

Javier sighed quietly as his body tenses.

"I don’t know… I…"

“You what, Peña?!”

"Cariño…" - His voice seemed calm but a deep something is bubbling under the surface of it. He didn't know how else to describe his feelings.

“Peña, I'm not the one who slept around with half of Medellín!” - you were pushing him to a place you shouldn’t. Your words rang through his ears, sending a jolt of anger straight to his brain. He clenches his jaw and clenches his fist at his side.

"I don't need you to remind me." - he snarled. - "I already know how much of a jackass I used to be."

“Used to be? Well, I guess you still are... Old habits die hard, don’t they, Peña?”

Javier’s expression hardened even more and his grip on his fist tightened. He tries to stay calm but your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He stared at you and grit his teeth, his hate seething internally as he tried to calm himself down.

“I’m not that person anymore.” - He growls, his voice barely audible.

“Let's hope, for my sake, you really aren't.” - your voice was full of fear and something not you or Javier knew what was. Your comment sparked an immediate reaction from Javier.

In a bold move, Javier leans closer to you, holding your face in his hands, nose-to-nose.

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m a different person now.” - his voice is a warm and urgent whisper. - “I’m not gonna hurt you, cariño.”

You closed your eyes and smelled his perfume, relaxing a little. You can practically feel the heat coming off of his body as he leaned into you, his cologne making your eyes feel heavy. You realized how close he is and the feeling sets your skin on fire.

His breath against your neck makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the smell of his scent and how tense the air between you two are.

Javier leans even closer until his lips are brushing against your neck….

“Javi, what are you doing?” - I murmured, melting under him.

His lips lingered on your neck for a moment, before he pulled back just slightly and whimpered back.

"What does it look like I'm trying to do?" - His voice is deep and rough, the heat from his breath sending chills down your spine.

“Distracting me from my anger…” - your voice barely goes out your throat.

The warmth of his breath sends goosebumps all over your body and it's nearly impossible to think straight. The way he's looking at you drives you crazy and you feel your heart beating even faster than before.

He leans in just a little bit more, his lips just barely touching your neck.

"Is it working?" - He kept his voice low and sexy.

“Yeah…”

The sexual tension only grew as your bodies remained close together, the smell of his scent getting stronger and your heart beating a mile a minute. He got even closer again, his lips grazing the skin of your neck. It makes you shudder and all of that anger and tension begins to subside, slowly giving way to something else that was far more pleasurable.

“Javi... Stop teasing me…”

Javier pulls back just slightly, meeting your eyes. You saw the desire in his eyes as he stared at you.

"Why would I stop?" - he asks softly, his lips curling into a smug smile.

“Because I need you, Javi…” - You purr.

"Need me? You sure about that?" - His smile widened as he closed the gap between you two again. His lips were just inches from yours as the heat between you grew hotter and hotter. His lips land right on the corner of yours, just a quick tease before they part again.

“Oh, Javi... Don't be mean…”

Javier’s expression turned into falsely apologetic: he wanted to tease you. He took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly before pausing in front of your lips.

“I just need to know, if I kiss you right now, will that make you stop being mad?” - he teased again.

“Why don't you give it a shot?” - you provoked him.

Javier leaned in and finally brushed his lips against yours, his lips are firm but soft as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. His kiss is passionate and gentle, his touch warm and comforting. Your bodies moved together, your arms wrapping around each other and your lips pressed against each other for a long time.

The kiss intensified as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. Your passion is uncontrollable and the feeling of his touch made you shiver.

You feel as though you could lose yourself if he never let you go.

Your fingers explored every inch of his body just like him explored yours, Javier cursed the minute you decided to wear pants that morning.

It isn’t long before your bodies are tangled in each other and the heat between you is so hot it could almost be considered unbearable.

Javi hugged you tight, and whispered: “Don’t worry, cariño. I’m gonna protect you from him.” - he promised.

You slightly push Javi, to look at him.

“Peña, I can take care of myself and I know what Ben is capable of… But are you?”

“Of course I a-am,yo-you told me he was a cheating bastard when you were drunk a-and…” - he responded, but his tone was a bit shaky. - “He-he wants you back!”

“Peña, what are you hiding from me?” - you ask, pissed off, taking a step back now. - “Don’t play the jealousy card anymore! You also saw as a threat!”

“Cariño, por favor…”

“Don’t ‘cariño’ me, Peña! Tell me the truth!” - you screamed. - “You’re not gonna spanish your way out!”

Javier closed his eyes, frowning his forehead.

“I talked to an old pal in NYC about your ex. I know you arrested him for…”

You didn’t want to hear the rest. You stormed out of your office to the archive file, to hide, as you did in the old days in NYC.

Ben was out and knew where you were. You and your family were in danger.

Javier knew about your ex, his cheating and his crimes.

You needed to talk to Javier too.

He wasn’t the only one hiding things.

“What a fucking hypocrate.” - you mocked yourself.

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fakesimp · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 1K 🙉🙉 im here to haunt you again, ur works never fail to amaze me and i always find myself going back to read them (≡^∇^≡)

luca knshr pls 🙏 angst to fluff? whtver is fine w u, i will wait ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

-"I promised I won't let you go, but I did, will you give me one more chance to hold you again?", Falling for you would be the last time I fall in Love-

again, congrats on 1k, may u gain more followers, may the shurnip bless you, amen, mwah

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Chances, With Luca Kaneshiro

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Sankyuuu ! I hope you enjoy this !

1k Followers Event Prompts !

"I promise I won't let you go, but I did. will you give me one more chance to hold you again?"

Falling for you would be the last time I fall in Love

➶◜◝➴

"I promise I'll never let you go"

"I Love you babe, so much"

He said, but what happened to that now? Didn't he promise he won't let you go, he promised.

You watched him turning his back towards you, walking away as you stood on the spot, shedding tears. Your hand turned into fist, you turned away and walked away from where you stood, accepting reality.

He is a Mafia after all, he is busy, and his work involves killing, blood bath. Something that is very dangerous for someone like you to be around him, but you loved him for the way he is.

You loved the way he smiled so widely at you, the way his eyes sparkled when he sees you. The way he picked you up with his strong arms as he swings around while holding you in his arms, laughing together with you.

Painful.

It hurts so bad when you remember the memories you made together with him, only for it to shatter when he said he wanted to break up, you couldn't bring yourself to ask why, you couldn't bring yourself to ask him the reason why he wanted to break up with you when everything was okay.

You could only walk away as you try to relieve the pain.

. . .

that was months ago, and today here you are, doing your daily activities in your apartment, you looked over at the clock, it is 12 am. You sighed, how fast the time moves as you started to live on your own. You were just about to turn off your laptop until you heard a knock on your door, you started to get suspicious about it. Who the hell would come over at your apartment at 12 am?

You hesitantly approached the door, you didn't open it. You just peeked through the peek hole on your door, only for you to see a familiar blonde haired male behind the door.

Your eyes widen, you wanted to open the door but you're growing hesitant the longer you stayed behind the door, your hand slowly reaching out to the door handle but you immediately froze when you heard his voice.

"I know you're there," He said, but he sounded so, tired? You decided to stay quiet, staring down at the door handle. "It's okay if you don't want to open the door, i'll just, talk behind the door." He took a deep breath, you heard a shoe click closer to the door.

You were guessing he's now literally closer than before, "..I'm sorry" the first thing he said, making your breath hitched slightly when you heard how hurt he sounded, "I, ..promised I won't let you go.." he continued, you slowly rest your head on the door, "But I did.." you can hear him stutter out a sigh. "If I may be foolish," there was a long pause, making your heart beats faster each seconds pass

You waited for him to continue, "..If I may.. Will you, give me one more chance.. to, hold you again?" He said. You waited, again, but he didn't say anything else. You then heard a shoe click again, "..Ah, I, shouldn't have been that hopeful huh.." He whispered, "I'm sorry.." he apologized then, the next second you heard his shoes clicking away from your door, fading away, slowly disappearing.

You wanted to run, your guts telling you to run to him. When he' still close, and you did, you abruptly opened your apartment door, you ran out barefoot. Chasing your Beloved Mafia. Beloved Golden retriever.

You ran as fast as you could, you didn't care about your foot hurting by this point. You just have to catch up to him before it's too late, and you almost lost him again. You saw him entering the car,

"LUCA!"

The way he immediately whips his head around to you, You couldn't miss how hurt he looked a second ago, his eyes sparkled ever so slightly when he sees you. You stopped running, catching your breath.

But before you could register anything, you heard footsteps coming towards you so fast, and the next second you are engulfed into someone's arms, and who else would it be none other than Luca himself.

Familiar warmth, you reciprocated his hug, tight. You can feel his body slightly trembled as he hugged you, "I'm sorry.." He whispered as he nuzzle his face at the crook of your neck. "Will you forgive me?" You immediately nod your head as you put your hand on his head, running your hand through his blonde hair locks.

"Yes, Luca. I forgive you, I'm sorry too" You apologized, he slowly leaned away from you, putting his hand on your cheek, he stared into your eyes lovingly, him trying so hard not to cry on the spot, he leaned his face close to you, before he kissed you, he whispered,

"Falling for you, would be the last time I fall in Love, My heart belongs to you, and to you only.

I Love you, so much.."

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There we go ! Another one down ! Hope you enjoy this !

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wisehearts · 10 days

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I don't know if this is spicy inherently, but there def could be some spicy elements depending on the answer.

The thin line between already being close friends with someone and officially dating them is an interesting question when it comes to byler. other than, like, making out and doing more lol, what do you think the main subtle differences will be between established byler and current byler? (spicy or otherwise)

Because they already have a pretty romantically charged friendship

I think you were maybe talking about the show, but I went overboard again, I'm sorry 🙏

it's a little tricky in ways isn't it, because in s4 they really were behaving like couples do, just standing closer or turning to each other in group situations.

I think the biggest differences are really going to be about intention. and behaving unapologetically both with each other and around others! they won't feel like their actions are "too much" for a friendship because it becomes unrestricted.

their friendship is romantically charged, which means there's a LOT of tension, and shifting into a relationship means there'll now be a lot more relaxed energy about them. They settle more into who they really are and can be, they'll appear a lot brighter both bc of their romantic relationship and from the acceptance of their sexualities. I think we'll start to see that right after the confession with the relief that comes from it 🥺

It's nothing we don't already know will happen, but I agree there's a very thin line in differences to happen with byler specifically. I honestly almost think it's just about putting a new label on what they already are 😂

When you have a connection that close, you can naturally get flirtatious too which is what happened in s4, and why I say the difference is about the intention and purposeful behaviour!

I guess actual examples would be in their touches? Right now we have them physically close but still not crossing the line between them, whereas in a romantic relationship they'd be touching in some way during deeper discussions, or at least offering it. An example being mike placing his hand on top of will's, or on his shoulder vs him holding will's hand and rubbing his thumb across it soothingly (something that can be platonic or familial too, but between two boys in this context, it's romantic)

in terms of their life there's the future planning: they may have little things about each other that they find annoying or don't agree on, or discover they will, but the difference is that with friends you can mostly just accept it because you're (usually) not living with them, or can criticize lightheartedly. The difference for mike and will is communicating they don't like something a certain way and finding middle ground because they plan to spend many years together.

you've got primacy and how maybe mike and will may have tried to divide attention between all the party, or sit next to them for movies etc, but once in a relationship they'll have reason to pick each other in those moments without feeling bad.

But that's also why I find it fun that byler are together in a friend group, because I like thinking about that development and how they will have moments dustin and lucas express they want time with them individually or together, but obviously byler would make it work easily and it's no problem. but lucas and dustin will adapt to the fact byler are officially each other's person now and it's not platonic "favoritism"

the spicy side again is intention! there are no accidental glances, or innapropriate touches, no guilt for enjoying the view, or perceiving things as suggestive and getting turned on. mike can stare at will's ass and then actually tell him how much he loves it

They're going to have sides of their everyday life reflect in there too. will feels comfortable to ramble as long as he wants without judgement? will's going to become comfortable expressing his pleasure and show another version of himself by being a little slutty in bed or whatever the vibe

As for what we could get on the show? I think a lot of the differences will actually come through in eye contact and held gazes. Definitely more touches and going back to that s2 physical closeness (ex. mike's arm around will's shoulder). and scenes where their priority is officially each other, even a little dramatically to get that point across. OH and a hug, but this time nuzzling into each other's necks and their hands having movement wherever they touch

I'd love any other examples others can think of, because I really had to wrack my brain, they're already behaving like such a couple 😭 but sometimes it's hard to define anyway because some friends have sex and some couples aren't super physical!

#asks 🔮#byler #spicy byler #This is a lot... I hope it's sort of what you meant! :)

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Things I would like to see in Stranger Things 5:

- Since Robin has done quite a few doodles on her red converse, I like to think she's quite good at drawing, so that can be a way for her to start up a conversation with Will

- And then Will confides in Robin about being gay and being in love with Mike because he had a feeling that she was like him and Robin confirming she was indeed like him and becoming his gay mentor (like you don't understand I NEED ROBIN AND WILL TO HAVE A CONVO ABOUT BEING GAY)

- Will (finally!) tells the party that he's gay (and Byler becomes a thing) but not before Robin comes out to the party in order to make Will feel more comfortable and to show him that they will accept him because that's totally something she would do as his gay mentor

- More Steve and Robin being "Platonic with a Capital P" cause we didn't get enough in st4

- Hopper and Joyce trying to corral the kids and control the situation as best as they can

- Joyce being a mother figure to Robin like she is with the rest of the kids and Robin becoming better acquainted with El, Jonathan, and ESPECIALLY Will because she didn't really get a chance to get to know the California crew before they packed up and moved so ya

- El traveling into Vecna's/Henry's/One's mind in order to be able to wake Max up and free her from his control because he said his victims stay with him in his mind so like 👀

- Max wakes up after El successfully rescues her from Vecna/Henry/One but she is severely incapacitated, like she's probably blind in one or both eyes and is going to need assistance walking for the rest of her life and is going to be stuck in the hospital for a few more weeks (possibly months)

- How and when the Upside Down was created

- What Will's connection to Vecna/Henry/One and the Upside Down really entails and how that could affect both him and The Party during this final stretch

- Vecna/Henry/One, the Demogorgons, the Demodogs, the Demobats, the Mindflayer, and the Upside Down along with whatever other monsters are down there get destroyed once and for all because I don't think shutting the gates is gonna do it this time

- Kali comes back to help El defeat Vecna/Henry/One

- Murray tries to figure Steve and Robin out but he can't because he's never seen anything like the two of them and it frustrates him to no end

- Then when he tries to psychoanalyze Robin she does it right back to him because she's a freaking genius and everyone is in awe of her because they've never seen Murray speechless before

- KAREN WHEELER DESERVES TO KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT'S BEEN GOING ON IN HAWKINS!!!!!!!!

- And I hate to say it but if Steve dies Robin dies too because despite the fact that she is my favorite character (close seconds are Nancy and Will) Steve is her platonic soulmate and they are codependent on one another and one just simply cannot survive without the other

- Like it would absolutely break my heart to have to see Robin try to live without her dingus of a best friend and to have to see Steve try to live without his wing woman of a bestie so if one dies both of them die

- Lucas defending Max's unconscious body with Erica from whatever creatures from the Upside Down want to try and take and/or kill her

- Mike and El break up because El realizes she needs to be her own person and because Mike is in love with Will

- Dustin is even more protective and stubborn about Steve heading into danger because of what happened to Eddie and he absolutely refuses to leave his side through the entire season

- RONANCE RONANCE RONANCE RONANCE (i know it's probably not gonna be canon but a girl can dream)

- Robin finally getting an onscreen kiss with her girlfriend or a girl she really likes (cough cough Nancy cough cough) (sorry Vickie but I feel like ur just too similar to Robin)

- And if Steve doesn't die (hopefully🤞) then please please please DO NOT have Steve and Nancy get back together after she breaks up with Jonathan when she finds out he lied to her about Emerson along with everything else that's been piling up between them

- Instead Nancy decides she's better off not being in a relationship (or better yet she gets together with Robin) and focuses on what she's absolutely sure she wants which is getting her journalism degree at Emerson (and Robin decides to go there too if they become a thing 😊)

- Because Nancy Wheeler is a smart, strong, fierce, badass, independent woman and she does not need to be kept in a cage by becoming a housewife who gives birth to SIX KIDS

- NANCY WHEELER DOES NOT WANT SIX KIDS

- I REPEAT, NANCY WHEELER DOES NOT WANT SIX KIDS

- Steve and Robin move in together and attend a community college together (Steve's either getting a teaching degree or a child psychology degree while Robin is doing something with linguistics) or they follow Nancy to Boston because Robin and Nancy are absolutely smitten with one another :)

- Meeting Steve and Robin's respective parents

Ok I think that's all for now 😅

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Inspired by the prompt Love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can’t tear yourself away from them just yet by @starryeyedjanai for @steddielovemonth day 16

give me five more minutes and I’ll give you forever

wc: 1715 | rated: T | tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson, Regular Guy Steve Harrington, established relationship, they’re in their 40s, Eddie is counting his blessings, love affirmations, fluff

There are a few things in his life Eddie considers to be a blessing.

It isn’t his career, although he’s beyond grateful for being able to make make music for a living. To have played hundreds of shows with his band, his friends that have been there from the start, in front of thousands of people who love what they do. To have travelled the world, seeing all these amazing places he never could’ve dreamed of.

It isn’t the fact that he got Wayne out of the trailer park. Bought him that little house his uncle didn’t want because he didn’t know ‘what to do with all that space’ – that he still managed to fill to the brim with his stupid hats and his silly mugs. Made it a hideout for his grandchildren (Dustin’s boy and Max and Lucas’ little girl who he spoils rotten whenever they come to visit) and even a shelter for the stray cats Wayne hates creeping around the neighbourhood but always leaves out a treat for out on the front porch because he worries they’ll starve if he doesn’t.

It’s not even the fact that Eddie survived – he could’ve accepted his fate, wouldn’t have known what he’d miss if he hadn’t escaped Death’s grip. If evil had won after all and the world had actually ended.

But it hadn’t. He didn’t. Eddie's alive.

And for whatever reason destiny decided to flip his world upside down once more. Granted him peace, and fame, and love like he’d made a deal with the Devil.

It didn’t happen over night, though, had been a struggle to get back on his feet - to fight the allegations of him being a murderer. To go through physical therapy after weeks bound to a hospital bed. To accept that things would eventually get better even when it seemed like the pain would never go away and the nightmares would never stop recurring.

But it did and they had.

Because Eddie had something to fight for.

Because he had someone by his side, always ready to kick his ass whenever he thought about giving up.

Steve was there all along. Helped him through the worst of it. Stayed with him through his darkest days.

A true blessing, is having Steve in his life.

It’s the simplicity of the life they’ve created together. To spend time between touring in the comfort of their home. It is falling asleep with Steve’s taste on his lips after missing him for too long while he was out on the road. It’s waking up in his partner’s arms with nowhere else to be and nothing else to do.

A true blessing is watching Steve in his sleep, when the morning sun breaks through the blinds, covering Steve’s skin in a golden light.

It is wrapping his arms tighter around Steve just to feel, just to be.

It’s moments like this, right here, right now, that make him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

“Morning, baby,” Steve mumbles against his chest as Eddie presses a kiss to his temple.

“Morning, darling. Sleep well?”

Steve breathes out a content sigh and pulls Eddie closer.

“Mhm. Always better when you’re here.”

Eddie had been gone for almost two months, travelling Europe with his band for the last time.

After more than 20 year of making music together, they have collectively decided to take a bow and leave the stage for good after this tour. They’ve accomplished everything they had ever wanted, decided to leave on a high note before they’re old, and wrinkly, and grey. [‘What do you mean I am already grey, Gareth? At least I still have hair, not like Jeff.’]

Eddie is turning 43 next month, had loosely promised Steve he would stop touring at 40, when they moved in together 17 years ago, shortly after Corroded Coffin had signed their record deal. But Steve never complained, never made Eddie choose between music and him. He supported Eddie in every way possible, even when things were hard at times.

They’ve been through a lot together, defying the odds with an abundance of love for each other. Through tick and thin and all that stuff – it wasn’t always easy, they had to work for it. Keep working for it because their relationship is nothing they take for granted.

Steve has been his rock all those years, has stood by his side no matter what. Now it’s time for Eddie to finally make true to his promise.

No more missing out on birthdays or other small or big mile stones. No more lonely nights, no more hushed phone calls curled up in a bunk on the tour bus. No more tears or fights when the physical distance made it seem like they were slowly drifting apart.

Sure, he’ll miss it, the touring, the people, the adrenaline pumping through his blood after every show. It won’t be easy to become accustomed to this new life, this stillness, but it’ll be worth it.

They’ve got a few more gigs across the country before the grand finale, the very special farewell show in Indy – all of them already sold out, which is still crazy to believe if Eddie thinks about how things had started out for them all those years ago. When they were still green, and stupid, and too naive to deal with the struggles of the music industry.

Eddie has grown a lot since then, knows his worth and what he’s good at. He will stick to song writing and producing, will never stop making music but he’ll be here, home, with Steve.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna get up.”

Steve unfurls his sleepy body from Eddie, stretches his arms and legs, and yawns.

“Why get up then? Let’s stay in bed.” Eddie props himself up on his elbow, head on his hand, looking at Steve with hearts in his eyes and a thrumming drum in his heart.

“Babe, did you forget? I got practice today. Game’s next week and the team needs to be in top form.”

Oh, right. Steve did tell him but Eddie had been too caught up in excitement over finally having the love of his life back in his arms that he didn’t really listen, was too busy showering him with kisses.

“Ah, I see how it is. You just love your stupid students more than me.”

Eddie slumps down dramatically and drapes himself over Steve’s body – face tucked into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, arms wrapped around him, one leg hooked over both of Steve’s.

He’s not ready to let him get out of bed.

Steve wiggles and giggles and when Eddie starts to blow raspberries on the side of his neck, it turns into a full-on belly laugh.

“STO-HOP! Eds, Eddie, stop! Oh God, you’re the worst!”

Steve tries to fight back, pushing Eddie’s face away with a hand on his forehead. When he manages to free himself, he tackles Eddie down by rolling them over. And before Eddie can try to move again, Steve straddles him, pins him down with his hands above his head. He leans down and Eddie expects a kiss but startles and squeals when Steve licks a long, wet stripe from his chin up to his cheek.

They’re laughing like little kids, carefree and stupid; probably too old for this kind of behaviour but-

Who the fuck cares?

Doesn’t matter how old he is, Eddie still feels like the foolish boy he was when he fell in love with the man on top of him. Still has the same butterflies in his gut like he did when he was 20.

He is still so head over heels in love with Steve and he’ll gladly make a fool of himself just to hear the pretty sound of his laughter.

Eddie wants to give him everything and more, wants to hold him forever, kiss him until his lips go numb.

“I really gotta get up.” Steve glances at the clock on the night stand and back down at Eddie, smiling but with a hint of regret in his eyes.

“Nooo, stay! Just a little bit longer. Just five more minutes, please?” Eddie gives him his best puppy eyes, knows it always makes Steve weak.

“I’ll be late and then – because same rule goes for me as for the kids – I’ll have to do fucking push-ups in front of the whole team. Do you want me to embarrass myself in front of my students just so you can satisfy your needs for cuddles?” Steve asks, all fake-appalled and smug.

“Mhm. Yeah, I think I can live with that.”

Steve releases the grip on Eddie’s wrist and pulls them to his own hips, prompting Eddie to wrap his arms around him before he leans down to kiss him.

They kiss soft and slow like they have all the time in the world. And Eddie wished they did, can’t get enough of the sound of Steve humming sweetly into every touch of their lips.

Eventually, they part and Eddie thinks Steve will get out of bed now, knows how much he hates to be late. But Steve doesn’t seem to mind this time, stays with his head resting on Eddie’s chest like he too doesn’t want to let go just yet.

“I can never say no to you,” Steve says through a smile.

“Never, huh?” Eddie asks, huffing out a nervous little laugh.

“Never.”

Eddie’s chest tightens, feels suddenly too small for the size of his ever-growing, rapid-beating heart, overcome by the urge to-

He had this whole thing planned out for months now. It’s supposed to happen on their last show. Everyone is in on it, with flights already booked to get them all to Indy. Even the old folks from Hawkins will be there, obviously. He couldn’t do this without Wayne and Hop’s moral support (meaning they’d lovingly make fun of him for being a nervous wreck).

Max and Dustin will be so mad if he doesn’t stick to the plan they’ve helped create but-

“Baby?” Eddie waits for Steve to look up at him, feels his heart in his throat like it’s trying to spill over his tongue.

And then it does.

“Will you marry me?”

#steddielovemonth #day 16 #love is...#tumblr prompt #steddie fic #steddie fluff #eddie munson #steve harrington #established relationship

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sleepihaven · 2 years

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hii! can i please request some headcanons for the luxiem boys with a sleepy s/o who falls asleep with their head on their boyfriend's shoulder? tysm!! <3

Sleep Tight, My Dear

Pairing: Luxiem x GN!Reader

Synopsis: It felt as if their shoulder became the comfiest thing you have ever laid your head upon.

A/N: This request was Adorable I had fun writing this. Each characters have different scenarios, some similar. ALSO trying out a new template thingy whenever I write for all the Luxiem boys to indicate them ehe I hope you all like it AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS WJFJEJFJSJD i really didnt understand what sleepy s/o was so I thought ‘Hey lets make them workaholic fuck that’ yeah. So sorry of this isnt what you thought of 😭

Vox Akuma

You had accepted his offer to accompany him for a stream, making sure to finish your work before sitting beside your demon boyfriend who was setting up for his stream

Vox muting the mic to greet his beloved, pulling a chair next to his own.

“Love, hey glad you can make it, just get yourself comfortable and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know ok?” He gives a warm smile at you, squeezing your hand gently.

But unfortunately, you were already roughed up from the amount of work given to you so most of the time, you were trying to keep your eyes peeled open to Vox’s PC screen.

To no avail, the moving pictures keeps on hurting your sleepy eyes so taking a short nap would be fine right?

Yeah no you doze off half of the stream with your head on his shoulder, grumbling whenever Vox moved his arm slightly to adjust his position

His voice became background sound for you, lulling you more to sleep from his honey-coated suave voice.

Vox would actually notice that you dozed off but didn’t want to question it because he knew how hectic your work was

In the middle of your beauty sleep on his shoulder, he draped his haori on you gently, making sure you were comfortable.

“Sleep well, darling, you deserved the rest from how hard you were working.”

Mysta Rias

He was playing games on the living room while you were tired af from stuffing your face with work

He isn’t dumb enough to not realize it; I know man’s a lil shit who doesn’t know how to differentiate mold and chocolate but he isn’t THAT of an airhead when he spots the dark bags underneath your eyes

“Come onnnnnnn, come here and give your boyfriend a hug, will ya?” He gives a wide grin, holding out his arms wide open for you to crush in them

You begrudgingly did, taking a sit on the empty spot beside him. He would pester you off work to have you sat beside him while he plays some games

It did work though, you manage to doze off for a good 15 minutes, only for your body to suddenly jolt when Mysta jumped from the game scaring him.

Man quickly dropped his controller to recover from two jumpscares straight away

“Babe, oh shit, you fucking scared me there. Is everything okay?” He has this concern tone, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Mhm… just sleepy from all the work… it’s alright Mysta just continue your game.” You ushered him to go back to his game.

“Ok but go get some shut-eye alright? Just rest your head on my shoulder like you were sleeping earlier.” He excuses himself for a bit going in his room to grab a blanket and wrapped you around with it

“There you’re now all nice and comfy!” He gives a peck on the forehead before grabbing his controller and go back to the game infront of him

He’d lean his head against yours and even at one point slip his arm from beneath your armpit to interlace your fingers.

“You should give yourself a good break or two, y’know?”

Luca Kaneshiro

He was actually finishing up a collab stream with a few other members of Nijisanji, as for you, you were sleep deprived from the 0 days of sleep you got thanks to the amount of art commissions

When he ends the stream and turned off his PC, he immediately went out of his room to find you and pester you if he finds you unoccupied with your commissions

Its been awhile for him to spend time with you so he’s trying to steal some moments with you

His heart immediately sank when he sees you slouching infront of your computer screen colouring in the lineart the night away

He would sit beside you, poking you constantly just to get your attention and when he finally does he just gives the cutest smile he can muster and you swear you can see an imaginary tail wagging

“Let’s eat some cheddar cheese pringglesssss !!! I know that can cheer you up, POG!!!”

Literally is just trying to get you distracted from your work so you can get some rest

“No Luca, I need to do this okay? We can pog later once I’m done.”

Frowns sadly but he stayed there, waiting patiently for you to finally be done with work, he would be munching away some pringles or distracting you with his fugma jokes

But your eyes began to feel heavier as time goes by, your body getting sluggish from only consuming caffeine (my lifeblood), ending up falling asleep on Luca’s shoulder beside you.

At first, he was shocked from the sudden weight but smiles happily from you succumbing to sleep. Not forgetting to save your progress and switching off your computer. He leans his head against your shoulder.

“Go get some rest, baby, I’m always here if you need me okay? Hope you’re having pog dreams, hehe.”

Ike Eveland

Ike was watching youtube videos in bed at the ungodly hours and you were there beside him, watching his phone screen alongside.

You both couldn’t get some sleep for some reason and it’s all the more reason to just watch some videos on the internet to get your eyes all tired

So here you both are cuddling against one another, tucked beneath the fluffy blankets while Ike holds his phone horizontally

How you both are positioned is comfortable, your body is flat on the bed however your head is still positioned upwards, as if you’re reclining on the bed, leaning against the small pillows, cushioning your head from the hard wood headboard

“Are you comfortable, sweetheart? Want me to get some snacks? I heard that chocolate is good to get you sleepy.” Ike pulls you in closer, nuzzling your head which is resting on his shoulder.

“Sure, let me get them then.”

You were about to move out from the little cuddle pile before Ike stopping in your tracks and run out of the room

When he came back, you were sat up to a cross legged position and had a pout on your face, arms crossed making him chuckle from your little antics.

“Oh, come on, I couldn’t just let you, you looked all nice and toasty.” He placed some of the chocolates on the nightstand of your side, walking to the other side of his room to repeat the action.

He grabbed his phone and continued to watch videos with you while nomming some of the chocolate

The next 4 or 5 videos, your eyes felt heavy for some reason as if the bright screen infront of you is hypnotizing you to sleep.

Shuffling a bit to get a better spot to fall asleep in, facing to the side so you can hug him close, nuzzling your head together as you slowly drifted to dreamland

Ike noticing this a bit late, was too engrossed in the next video that was playing, pulled the blankets so it can properly cover you, giving a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night, sweetheart. I hope we’ll meet in our dreams later.”

Shu Yamino

Man is infamous for staying up at ungodly hours but would legit be so concerned of you, seeing your dark eyebags ogling at the bright screen of your laptop while your fingers clicking the keyboard pieces to finish your essay that is due in god knows when!

He needed to come up with a temporary solution to get you to bed or just take a break from what you are working on

He was being shupport to several of his kouhais and senpais when he heard his door creaked open slightly

“Shu? Are you still up?” Your voice croaked from the other side of the door

He quickly muted his mic and see you enter his line of vision, giving you a wave at your entrance.

“Hey, babe. You finally finish?” At first man’s was happy that you finally decided to stop and take a well-deserved sleep.

“Nope. I was thinking on working right next to you if that’s okay, it just needs a bit more editing and proofreading.” You rubbed your eyes sleepily, Shu cursing in his head mentally. Literally.

He, of course, lets you sit next to him, on another note, a good thing for him! Because he can keep an eye on you and can minimize your writing tab when he thinks its enough for you for the day

As he’s talking to his colleagues, he would steal occasional glances at you, reminding himself about when to minimize your tab

But what caught him by surprise is that, while he was explaining to his senpai how to revert their Windows 11 back to windows 10, he felt something on his shoulder. He peered down to see you knocked out, your arms making their way to loop around his left arm, hugging it close to you.

He smiled from the sight, leaning forward to save your progress and put your computer into sleep mode.

Shu leans his head against yours carefully, not wanting to wake you up from your peaceful nap, as he continues to chat away in a hushed voice, typing in the channel for vc that you were sleeping next to him and he didn’t want to disturb you.

He mutes his mic for a quick second just to give another kiss on the temple while rubbing your knuckles softly.

“You can continue this tomorrow, lovely. Ot’shu’kare for today.” He chuckled at his own pun.

Masterlist

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michaelnotholden · 7 months

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Hii! I hope you are doing well. Sooooo, I'm over the moon with sprolden and I feel I need more of them. Could you recommend some fics? Also, I'll love to hear your thoughts about they rls. I live to read analysis of them (only if you comfortable). thanks

Hiii!!

I don’t rlly have fanfic recommendations bc I haven’t read some in a looongg time but I would LOVE to give you my thoughts on sprolden/solitaire!

first of all I don’t think people really understand their dynamic in the right way. I usually see fans labelling them as a “golden retriever/black cat” duo, which is cute but that kinda just stereotypes them into a box… like;

There’s this depressed girl and a happy sunshine guy that comes and saves her life and makes her happy again!!

and this isn’t true, it’s literally in the book.

"I'm just some tool who's always turning up to stop you hating yourself so much." "That's wrong," I say. "That's completely wrong."

Tori and Michael are both completely lost in their lives they just show it differently!

Tori is a complete pessimist who hates herself and everything. She has self deprecating thoughts that make her unable to say the things she truly thinks. And bc she hates life so much, she doesn’t see the point. Not seeing the point in anything is distorting her life bc she cares so much. She is so caring and she feels guilty for not doing anything about it. She feels guilty for not helping others and deep down, herself. Anyways you get the jizz the girl is depressed asf and it shows.

Michael on the other hand is an optimist who is angry. He hates himself but he does have a somewhat better way of seeing life. I mean from an early age he understood he was different. (autism!!!!!!!!!) But he found comfort in skating and reading which helped him escape reality. Even though sometimes it was more damaging than helpful. Although we don’t know much about his home life we can only assume its not really healthy.. his parents are clearly not supportive of his speed skating career. He seeks out validation and that’s why he calls himself a "try hard". I think his self hatred was caused from all the bullying and his unsupportive parents.

And with this we can better understand why Michael was so quick to connect with Tori even thought they seem so different at first. Tori didn’t quite get attached to Michael so quickly but she did have that connection from the start. Michael felt it and that’s why he stuck around for so long. I needed her. He wanted friends so badly and he took the chance and ran (skated) with it. Even thought It was hard because Tori didn’t understand. that’s why she was always pushing him away. She couldn’t grasp the fact that someone cared and showed it. She couldn’t accept the love he was giving her because we accept the love we think we deserve. Michael at some point obviously got fed up with her and was like “You don’t see me as a person at all, do you?" Since he’s been alienated his whole life. That’s when Tori realized, Michael wasn’t just there trying to “cheer her up” he was there because he needed her! Just like how she needed him. When Higgs was burning down she was only thinking about him! She thought she had lost him and it was all for nothing. She was brought back to her late January self and she was scared that she would have to deal with it again but all alone this time. She had lost everything, her school, her best friends, and herself. On the roof she eventually had enough of the pain wanted to end it all. Her seeing Charlie,Becky,Nick and Lucas was one thing but seeing michael was another. It Must have been somewhat relieving but being perceived at her most vulnerable is terrifying! when talking to Michael she was at a lost of words fearing that Michaels opinion of her had changed. But it didn’t. Michael understood her and even confessed to his own problems.

“I pause. Suddenly understanding everything. This boy. This person. How has it taken me this long to understand? He needed me as much as I needed him, because he was angry, and he has always been angry. "You wanted the school to burn."

He chuckles again and rubs his eyes. "You do know me." And he's right. I do know him. Just because someone smiles doesn't mean that they're happy."

Anyways I got carried away and I really don’t know how to finish this SORRY😭

#they just needed each other:(#I love them sm #autistic tori spring #autistic michael holden #tori spring #solitaire #michael holden #solitaire alice oseman #osemanverse #alice oseman #victoria spring #sprolden #heartstopper #tori and michael

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~ Headcanon fluff ☁️~

If an introverted person dates Lucas Till, who's an extraverted fella,.

A/n: HI! This is my very first time creating an HC. I'm on my Lucas Till phase, and that's why I planned to create one. It's from my own perception or idea about lucas, so yeah, and English is not my first language, so please bear with me. Hope you like it! 🥹🫶.

● He's a goofball of sunshine; he never fails to make you laugh or smile so easily.

● He really does respect your privacy and your comfort zone so much that he always asks your permission for the things he wants to do with you or expresses concern about you.

● He never let you feel alone on every public or social occasion you attended with him.

● "Ah! Yes, we read that article on a social media website, right, love?" He always includes or joins you in some group conversations in a way that you'll be comfortable.

● If you're really not in the mood to talk with others, he'll just accompany you on the side and create your own social gathering with just the two of you.

● Many cute and derpy selfies together that end up making you laugh your heart out because of his funny faces. He loves to hear your cute laugh so much.

● He'll cling on to you the whole time you're watching anime (for anime fans) or movies or TV shows on your phone like a koala bear, as he also joins you and gets engaged in what you're watching. He even put one of your earphone plugs in his ear.

● He'll lessen his clinging when you're in public because he knows that it will make you feel uncomfortable, but holding hands is truly an exception. He'll never let go of your hand, except if he needs to use both hands for something.

● He loves the idea of spending his day off with you by his side, peacefully watching or reading a book while laying on the couch or bed, and his arms are wrapped around you as he takes his time to sleep, to read a book, or to join himself in what you're doing.

● He always advocates for you to live a healthy lifestyle, like, for example, exercising every morning.He won't push you too far, but instead he'll encourage you to take a small jog first, with him in a park, or take you to a gym where he'll exercise and help you perform such gym activities little by little.

● He also takes you to the set of his new projects, like a shooting or a taping. Then, he'll introduce you to his workmates and let you become familiar with them with no pressure until you feel comfortable around them.

● He loves to see you around his workplace, waiting for him quietly while reading a book, watching on your phone, or watching him work instead.

● After taking part in the shoot, he'll run to you like a little child with a big smile on his face that you really love so much. Then he hugs you tightly as you congratulate and compliment him, saying that he did a great job. It helps him to improve his self-esteem.

● He'll also take you on late-night walks around your neighbourhood and eat with you at some simple food stalls that you really like.

● He always asks your permission about something before he initiates doing things with you or for you.

● "I think someone's having fun," he teases you with that cute smirk on his face whenever he sees you start to get talkative, which makes you blush and pinch his sides as he whines cutely, which ends up making you both laugh because of your ridiculousness.

● He walks you home in your apartment or gives you a ride in his car, always having this tiny hope inside him that you'll invite him to stay for the night.

● He'll grin so happily every time you insist on him staying in your apartment or if you accept his offer to spend your night in his.

● You'll spend the night cuddling while sharing how each day went out or if you experienced or saw some funny stuff that will end the both of you laughing your hearts out.

● He just wants to spend his days and nights with you like this. Simple but genuine. Forever.

#lucas till #lucas till gifs #macgyver 2016 #angus macgyver #lucas till ff #headcanon #lucas till × reader #lucas till headcanon #macgyver #Spotify

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ayoharuko · 1 year

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Valentine Oneshots with the Luxiem Boys!~ (Part 3)

Hello! Eyyy it is Shu Yamino's turn! Hope you guys enjoy :)

Reader here is gender neutral~!

REMINDER: Please know that I'm only writing about their persona’s and not the people thats behind them! This is also a work of fiction so please try not and take this too seriously :)

''My love for you is like a fractal. It goes on forever''

~Shu Yamino~ (Sorcerer)

You and Shu were spending your Valentines playing games all day, which was...not really romantic but in both your eyes, spending quality time was already enough :)

Shu yawed and paused the game he was playing looking at you with a smile, ''Babe, you hungry?'' He asked you.

You just nodded too focused on the game you were playing, Shu just smiled and stood up going to the kitchen getting the surprise he had prepared for you~

Now, he knows that all you want this Valentines is to spend time with him but..your sorcerer wanted to make you feel special either way.

So he secretly brought a vanilla cake with the words 'Happy Valentines Babe!' Frosted on the top, and a bouquet of flowers.

He picked them both up and went towards your shared office where you were just playing on your pc.

''Babe'' Shu called out to you, ''What-whoa..whats all that!?'' You yell in shock.

Shu chuckled as he put the cake and flowers down at the table beside you, ''Happy Valentines day'' He greeted you and kissed your cheek.

''I...thank you but..I don't have anything for you tho!'' You yell in panic ''Ahaha..its fine babe. I just wanted to make you feel spacial'' Shu said as he stokes your back.

You were still upset cause you didn't have anything for him and he just sighs, and then an idea suddenly popped up in his head.

''Hey babe'' Shu calls out to you with a soft voice ''Yes..?'' You look at him with a raised brow.

''If you want to gift me something then...the only thing I ask for are..'' Shu paused and looked mischievously at you....

''And..that is?'' You question eagerly ''Cuddles...all I want are cuddles'' Shu said smiling ''Oh.'' An 'Oh' was all you could reply, honestly you were expecting a different answer buttt you'll accept it!

You both ate the cake first, which was delicious and you put the flowers in a vase at your living room.

You went to your shared bedroom, already seeing Shu laying at your bed, waiting for you~

''Should we..start our cuddle session now?'' You ask with a giggle climbing on the bed.

Shu opened the comforter so you could sneak in, and when you did Shu hugged you and snuggled his face into your hair, signing.

''This is nice...'' He mumbles, you giggle and snuggle your head in his chest. You never really expected your valentines to be only at home but thats was fine with you...because with Shu..it was already amazing just to be with him.

''Hey babe'' Shu called out ''Hmm?'' You mumble out.

''Did you know that, my love for you is like a fractal?'' He asked you with a grin.

You just look up at him confused yet intrigued ''Because like fractals, my love for you goes on forever'' He said with a laugh.

''....really?'' Was all you said and you just snuggled back onto his chest while Shu tries to apologize.

Hah, his such a nerd sometimes but I love him...

Done~~

Also sorry for the cringe math pick up line LAMO, I just thought it'd suit Shu well lol and wow I actually posted this one a few hours after I posted Luca's one :o

Thanks for reading this far bye~!

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

#luxiem #luxiem fluff #luxiem x y/n #luxiem x you #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino x you #shu yamino x y/n #shu yamino fluff #reblogs are appreciated!#feedback is appreciated #see you guys on my next post!#nijisanji en

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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HEAR ME OUT !! luxiem (honestly i can imagine mysta or shu in this more) with the song "i won't say i'm inlove" hercules !!

here's a lil fic for u bcs i felt like it hehe

vox: generally super open and accepting of his feelings, especially when they're strong as they are when around you. the only ever existent reason he will deny this is because he thinks it's probably one of those little infatuations he gets every few decades or so having lived so long after all.

mysta: pretty fragile about his feelings, tries to act cool with you but is probably a big mess anyway lmao. he thinks he's not in love with you because he's actually holding back. mysta assumes that you'd never like him back so he tries his very best to bury his crush deep down for your sake.

luca: oblivious that his feelings are actually more than a friendly kind of love. he feels really comfortable around you and always feels happy, but he always reads this as just feelings that would bloom between really close friends. even when people point it out to him, completely denies it and says that you're only friends.

ike: a man who can handle his own feelings and sort them out, so when he starts admiring and enjoying your company, he tries his best to put his feelings of longing in the far, far back. why? because he thinks you could find someone better than himself and worried he'd choose his work over you.

shu: best friends with you, knows everything about you from your favorite things and things you hate the most. he's seen all your sides which only pushes him to fall in love. the reason why he doesn't want to admit it to himself is that he doesn't want to mistake that crush as just a super tight bond between friends, so as to not lose you as his best friend too.

#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #author chan’s delivery service ?

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schrijverr · 10 months

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A Behind the Scenes of: The Kids Going to College

Jonathan gives insight into the younger members of the party moving out of town and to college.

On AO3.

Ships: jargancy, steddie, byler, elumax

Warnings: minor homophobia mention

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Jonathan starts out the video like usual, however he still looks a little pale as he says: “Hi, I’m Jonathan Byers, the main photographer and editor of A Collection of Queer Photography. Today I’m giving you a behind the scene look of the kids moving to college.”

“Thanks to everyone wishing me the best, but I assure you I’m better now. Argyle has finally cleared me from bed rest,” Jonathan thanks the audience a little awkwardly yet genuine.

“But nothing to strenuous yet,” Argyle speaks up from behind the camera, like always. “I’m keeping an eye on you, baby boy.”

“I know, I’ll take it easy,” Jonathan promises with a soft smile. Then he flips open the book and says: “These are all from ‘89, just after the kids – minus Erica – graduated and most of them moved out of Hawkins as well and most went off to college.”

“We set aside 4 pages for this,” Jonathan explains. “Page 46 is of Eddie, Robin and Steve moving to Boston, while they drove Dustin to Pennsylvania. Then page 47 is of me, Argyle and Nancy road tripping with Mike and Will to Cali to drop them off at college. While is for Jane who stayed behind and page 49 is for Lucas and Max, who stayed close to her. We kind of sectioned it of to create story bubbles that are still connected.”

“So, let’s start with page 47, which has three photos on it. We first have the two that are packing up, then underneath the driving away. Starting with Bound for Boston,” Jonathan introduces.

The first photo that appears on screen is of Eddie, Robin and Steve, who are carrying boxes into the back of the van and Steve’s BMW. It’s clearly summer with the bright sky and their short clothes. Eddie has his hair tied up under his bandanna and Steve has ditched the shirt. Robin just put a box in the van and is wiping the sweat of her brow.

“We were all packing up and helping each other out. I love how casual this photo is. They’re so comfortable around each other and that oozes off this photo. It’s also very much a teenage dirtbag, youngsters getting out of town photo, which is exactly what this was for them,” Jonathan says.

He goes on to explain: “Out of the three of them, only Robs went to college. For Eddie and Steve, Boston was an escape. Eddie was never wanted by the people in Hawkins, always an outsider. He wanted to leave since he got there. Steve was more disowned by the town, reputation slowly disintegrating until there was nothing holding him there and only things pulling him away. Robin also wanted to go for a long time. Lesbian in a small town, never a good combo. I feel like part of that energy is captured in this photo. That refusal to bend to acceptance and just be comfortable together as they pack up to go.”

“I probably read too much into these things,” Jonathan chuckles, a bit embarrassed. “But for me photography is storytelling, these are the stories I see.”

“Anyway,” Jonathan clears his throat. “The one next to it is Leaving Home of Dustin saying goodbye to his mom. He belonged with Steve and Eddie on a page, the two are like his brothers and Robin also took a shine to him.”

The photo is indeed of Dustin hugging his mom, by his feet is his last bag. In the background you can see Eddie, Robin and Steve leaning against the BMW, the van next to it. They all look a little wistful at the goodbye.

“Dustin’s mom can be a little overbearing, though she does it with love,” Jonathan informs the audience. “However, the real story in this photo is how wistful the three in the background look. Of course, Eddie has Wayne and mom and dad also play a big role in their lives. But none of their mothers are there to hug them goodbye and fuss over their well being now that they’re leaving home.”

“It’s a sad moment, but a happy moment,” Jonathan comments. “I love capturing those emotions alongside each other in a photo, it translates really nicely.”

“Then underneath it is the actual going away: Driving East,” Jonathan says.

Driving East is of the BMW, van behind it, both ready to drive off. Everyone is there to wave at the two. Robin is behind the wheel of the BMW, Steve is hanging out of the window waving. In the van Eddie is driving with Dustin doing the same as Steve.

Jonathan laughs: “Eddie was so offended Steve was riding with Robin instead of him. He totally knew it was coming, but he pouted about it anyway. Don’t get me wrong, he loves spending time with Dustin, both of them do. I think he just had daydreams of driving off into the sunset with Steve by his side.”

“What I love about this photo is that it feel like a victory lap,” Jonathan says. “Sure, they’re just driving off, but there is this excitement to all of them. Like they’re finally breaking free. Like something has finally let them go.”

Then he is quiet for a second, just looking at the photo. Privately, Jonathan knows that what he has just said is exactly what happened. Eddie and Robin both stayed behind for Steve and Steve could not go until he had gotten the kids out of there safely. This was quite literally a victory march, they made it out of Hawkins alive. All of them. That is something to be celebrated.

He shakes the thoughts off and smiles at the camera again as he introduces: “On the next page it’s our road trip, starting with Roadside Sleepiness.”

The photo is of Mike and Will, both asleep curled into one another in the back of a car. There are boxes to be seen behind them.

“I love the movie feel of this photo. It’s such a classic coming of age moment, but then made queer and if you’ve watched other videos, you know I love making things queer in my photography,” Jonathan smiles.

“Filling the Tank is the next one and I took that moments after Roadside Sleepiness. You can still see the two in the background sleeping,” Jonathan points out.

The photo is of Argyle filling the tank, he is smiling as he pumps gas, looking very casual. Nancy is checking a map next to him and Mike and Will are vaguely made out through the window.

“I love watching Argyle and Nancy organizing stuff and being adults,” Jonathan confesses, blushing lightly. “I’ve kind of had to be responsible for a lot since I was young, so getting to sit back and watch them is really nice.”

“You’ll never have to organize anything else again, if we have anything to say about it, buttercup,” Argyle promises from behind the camera, making Jonathan’s blush deepen as he ducks his head, small smile playing on his lips.

“Thanks, Argyle,” he softly replies.

There’s a quiet beat, before Jonathan goes back to talking like nothing happened. One plus side to being an awkward person, is that you get really good at going on after an awkward moment has occurred.

“I struggled a lot with putting in photos of us,” Jonathan confesses. “I documented a lot of our private life. They’re my most photographed subjects, but I’d look at the photos and be scared they’d be perceived as straight, which is ridiculous, I know. But still, a lot of the photos of Argyle and Nancy will have one of them looking at the camera. An extra touch of queer.”

It is a conversation, he’d had with Argyle and Nancy many times over, so Argyle doesn’t comment on it. Those conversations are private.

Jonathan lightens the mood: “Luckily, my partners love me very much and like looking my way, so I have plenty of photos of them looking at me.”

Then he flips the page and continues on: “Now Jane stayed behind in Hawkins with mom, dad and Erica, who was still in high school. She has never been a school kid and college was about as unappealing as anything. She loves working with her hands. She’s been the secretary at their vet’s office for decades now, but they have all these houseplants she cares for. She also knits, crochets, carves wood and makes jewelry. Very hands on person. Her love for all that started with that time in Hawkins when she worked all sorts of jobs. I feel like I captured that in Lawn of Town Hall.”

Lawn of Town Hall is of El, she is in a pair of overalls and a soft looking shirt as she mows the lawn in front of an important looking building. She doesn’t seem very affected by the hard work, smiling as she pushes the machine.

“Jane is such a sweetheart and she can be such a lesbian in her dress sense,” Jonathan smiles fondly. “I really love this photo of her.”

“Now page 49 is Max and Lucas moving away, like I said before, they didn’t want to move too far away from Jane or Erica,” Jonathan says. “It was very sweet of them and I’m very grateful they didn’t leave her behind like that. So, they went to Indiana University.”

“Like page 46 it has three photos. Two of them each packing up and then one of them saying goodbye to Hawkins. It creates a story and I love a good story,” Jonathan explains. “The first one is Getting Older.”

The photo that appears on screen is of Lucas, packing a box. Erica is sitting next to him on the bed, holding an action figure dejectedly. The camera has captured the moment, Lucas reaches out to place a hand on her knee, a reassuring smile starting to form on his face.

“I love this moment, because it is a moment. Erica and Lucas can be antagonistic and squabble all the time, but they love each other and when Lucas had to move out, both missed each other fiercely,” Jonathan says.

“That action figure is the one Erica used to steal to marry her barbie,” Jonathan points out. “Lucas loved that action figure, but he gave it to her instead of packing it up like he was planning to. If you’ve seen her office promotional videos, the action figure is in the background.”

“The next one is Packing Up when we helped Max pack for college,” Jonathan introduces.

It is of Max taping a box shut, El is seen in the background folding shirts to put in another box, which isn’t closed yet. The two girls aren’t looking at each other, but seem to be working in companionable silence.

“I love the domesticity of this photo. They’re not even interacting and yet you can see how well they work together – literally – and how comfortable they are in each other’s presence,” Jonathan says. “Sometimes the moments where people just exist together say the most.”

“Then the last one is A Kiss Goodbye, from when Max and Lucas left. We left last, but we wanted to have Jane on the same pages as Max and Lucas, so we switched our departures around in the book. We all left in the same four days, so it’s not too warped,” Jonathan explains.

A Kiss Goodbye is taken of the front of a car not yet seen before. Lucas is behind the wheel, smiling softly towards the passenger seat where Max is seated. Max is kissing El, who is leaning through the window.

“That’s Lucas’s car,” Jonathan says. “He bought it with help from his parents as a graduation gift with money he saved up from doing odd jobs in town. He was Jane’s reference into most of her jobs that first summer. Max isn’t allowed to drive and Jane was scared to – she got her diver’s license when she was 31 – so Lucas has been their chauffeur for most their life. He loved that car.”

“I really love the relationship dynamic in this photo,” Jonathan tells the camera. “Lucas has always been very fond of Jane too and the biggest supporter of the relationship between her and Max. That is so important in polyam relationships and I love capturing it.”

“Anyway, that was the behind the scenes of the kids moving to college. Hope you enjoyed it and that it was interesting,” Jonathan signs off. “Bye!”

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bimboothefool · 2 years

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Say ♭◎◎!

Content Warning!! WEE WOO WEE WOO!! This contains pre-established relationship, one mention of a reanimated corpse and overall Aesop having special interests!

Having a ghost boyfriend was definitely interesting to say the least, Aesop was always fascinated by modern technology and such. Considering he pretty much kicked the bucket before they were invented. And the way you two met was equally bizarre.

You can vividly remember the first time you met him, he was haunting the house you're now living in which was pretty old. The house was located in a small neighborhood where neighbors warned you and told you not to buy it. For Aesop's Ghost will haunt you or something along those lines. Undeterred by this, you decided to snap a photo of him and he looked a bit terrifying to put it frankly. He looked decayed and almost like a reanimated corpse as he reached out to you.

Though that photo only served as fuel for your ever growing curiosity, all Aesop really did was be near you whenever you weren't looking or paying attention. However when you did make eye contact with him, he'd disappear. Whenever the room was cold, you knew he was there. Sometimes you pretend he wasn't there given you didn't want to scare him.

After a while of staying and learning who Aesop was. Aesop was slowly getting used to your presence. Sometimes he started to stay once you looked at him, even following and observing you. It was a bit nerve wracking the first couple times it happened, though his presence became more comforting overtime.

For a bit he never says much but, he'd point at stuff and ask. “What's that?” And you'd give him a straightforward answer. He'd ask for explanations from time to time, but only if it ever piqued his interest. He decided to ask about the camera, over time he'd start borrowing your camera to take pictures around the house. Even in areas that weren't accessible to you yet.

He'd always take such beautiful photos, it got to a point where you bought him his own camera. You even decorated it with stickers he liked, he never stopped gently touching the stickers on his camera with his gloved hands. Though the room felt warm, which was probably a good sign telling you Aesop was happy.

“...thank you (y/n)...” Aesop softly in a hushed tone, averting his eyes away from you. “Oh no problem! I just wanted to give you something nice as a thank you gift for letting me stay here.” You replied with a smile, Aesop holds the camera close.

He deeply treasured the camera and would often ask questions on how to properly take care of it, along with how to keep it clean. Letting you know when it was running out of film, overall was pretty responsible with his camera. Aesop would sometimes ask you to pose more and more over time. He'd even take pictures of you doing mundane stuff, like doing chores or watering the plants.

Then one day Aesop gave you his photo album, with a smile you both took a trip through the photos he'd taken. He shyly confessed his love for you, which you happily accepted.

Which brings you to now, you got a text from Luca saying he wanted to pay a visit with Andrew and the others. You looked up from your phone to see Aesop looking out the window. It was raining outside today, he'd always watch the rain pour. “Hey Aesop, my friends wanna pay us a visit.” His grey eyes looked over to you and soon he looked down nervously. You suddenly remembered he's not used to multiple people especially if they're new.

“How about this, you don't have to show up when they come over. You can observe them, get a feel for them. Luca's a bit wild, but everyone is very sweet. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.” You got up and sat next to him, holding his hand. It didn't phase through you since Aesop is letting you touch him.

“... just don't make too much noise… …okay?” He asked, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I promise, Aesop!” You happily said, agreeing to uphold his wishes. “If you ever feel comfortable I'll introduce you to them. Remember my room is always available to you, I don't wanna overstimulate you.” Aesop felt his heart flutter, you've always been so kind and considerate of his needs.

To finally have someone finally give him the patience and kindness he never got, filled him with absolute joy. It may be the bare minimum, but to him it meant the whole world to him.

“...thank you (y/n)... …it means a lot to me..” He mumbled as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Heheh you're welcome!” You said, gently patting his head and running your fingers through his hair.

You texted the chat saying you wanna do a spooky movie marathon, they agreed and got snacks and drinks. Soon they all got here and you greeted them, giving them a small house tour, except for your room. When they asked why, you replied. “Oh it's still getting some renovations.”

Andrew was always looking behind you and felt a presence near him. He'd always look back, but saw nothing. “(Y/n)..?” You hummed and asked. “Yeah what's up Andrew?” Andrew twiddled his fingers and decided to outright ask. “Is your house usually this cold?” Luca, Victor and Edgar stopped walking. “Yeah now that you mentioned it. Usually I'd chalk it up to this house being really old, but you would've fixed the heating by now.” Luca pointed out, Victor nodded in agreement. “Honestly yeah I gotta agree. Like something's watching us.” Said your blonde haired friend.

'I wanna say oh that's my boyfriend Aesop who's also a ghost, but that would sound pretty crazy.' You sweated internally, trying to think up a logical excuse. Soon you felt his hand on your shoulder, Edgar was the first to notice his hand. He looked utterly petrified, which was a rare look.

“...(y/n). I'm not sure if this house is making me crazy, bu–but there's a hand on your shoulder…” Edgar points at your shoulder, soon Andrew, Victor and Luca's eyes widen as well. “St–Stay calm (Y/n), we'll save you..!” Luca says, losing his mind.

'They can see him..? Though I'm guessing he's teasing them.’ You sighed and said aloud. “Alright Aesop stop teasing them, they're not gonna hurt me.” Aesop reluctantly makes the rest of his form appear. Your group of misfit friends soon go quiet, Aesop is really feeling the deafening silence. “Holy shit the rumors were true. That's Aesop Carl, the Embalmer who haunts this house…” Luca says with astonishment in his voice. “Yep and he's my boyfriend… Surprise!” You said nervously with jazz hands.

“How?!” They asked, you dreaded this, but knew that an explanation was a must right now.

“I can't believe you got a ghost boyfriend!” Luca was utterly excited by this, Aesop sits in his chair stimming with a sensory toy you got him. “Turns out he's nothing, but a big sweetheart! He just needs patience and space if needed.” You said, happy to finally be able to tell them that you and Aesop are dating.

“He's also been using me as his model to practice his makeup skills on and taking pictures of it.” Luca asks for photos immediately and Aesop goes to get the album.

Aesop swiftly returns and shows the album, all of your friends are in awe of his skills. “You know what we should do?” Luca gave a look to everyone, they know he's got an idea. “A Halloween photoshoot?” Edgar asks and Luca happily nods.

“Only if Aesop's comfortable, he can get overwhelmed when there's too much noise and people.” Victor hums and his eyes light up. “Let's do it here! That'll leave us to get our costumes ready!” Andrew and Edgar agreed, I looked at Aesop. “Are you comfortable doing that Aesop?”

He nods silently. “I'll do your looks too if you'd like. We'll just need to prepare ahead of time.”

We all agreed and our Halloween photoshoot plan was ready to be planned.

After weeks of planning, Halloween had arrived and Aesop was doing my makeup first, while the others waited their turn. “Thanks Aesop, I gotta hand it to you. You're doing great and I'm happy you got along with everyone, even Andrew!” Aesop waves his hand shyly, clearly flustered by your praises. “...you're welcome! ..it's the least I can do for you as your lover.”

“Yeah, but know I owe you one! Say the words and if it's within my power I'll do it!” Aesop smiles underneath his mask.

After doing everyone's makeup, everyone got into their positions. We started to take photos in the house. “...ready?” Aesop asked, everyone replied with a hearty yes. “Alright, say Boo!” He said and soon he took the first of many photos.

On the first day of November, you made yourself some food. Aesop gently tapped your shoulder, you looked back and smiled at him. “I think I know what I want.” Aesop says in a tone that was definitely not his usual hushed tone. “Fire away Aesop!” You said and he responded. “If you can, could we plant yellow roses? That way the garden feels more lively. That's all I want!” Aesop said not wanting to be selfish.

“Of course, let's grow them together! If there's any other plant you want in the garden let me know. This is our house, let's take care of it together!”

“Yes, this is our home.” Aesop said warmly, taking off and revealing his bright smile.

#my writing #idv x y/n #identity v x you #identity v x y/n #idv x you #idv x reader #identity v x reader #aesop carl x reader #embalmer x reader #idv embalmer x reader #idv aesop x reader #idv aesop #idv embalmer

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dojae-huh · 2 days

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It's unfortunate, but it looks like I can't use YT at all if I want to save on i-net data. I've watched only 4-5 short videos, and 1/5 of my credit is gone in 1 day, heh. I will experience and enjoy the stages and concerts with a delay, in summer. There are always sacrifices in life...

With this NewJeans and Illit plagiarism scandal going on, it becomes clear how Big3 look not only for looks/talent, but personality, afterall. Whether I like BP or not, I have to admit that all the girls are very different and can stand on their own fan-attractor wise. Same with Babymonster, even with the same make up and beauty standart for every member, the girls are more memorable than most 4-5gen. NCT produced 4 soloists so far (I'm counting Lucas), and everyone's album is not like the other's. Riize also stands out among 5gen looks and concept wise.

Well, on the other hand, there is empty space to fill in left by Hybe, which young producers of small agencies try to occupy (StayC, Kiss of Life, Ive (maybe)).

Taeyong and Doyoung.

Doyoung's album feels more mature. Granted, Taeyong's 2 albums are more unique, individualistic, intimate in a way, debatebly there could be more artistic value to them, but it is still "Taeyong looks for TY" phase. There is hesitance. On the other hand, Doyoung knows who he is, I was wrong to doubt it. He might be afraid of whether fans can accept his non-idol self, the shift in the image, but he knows the road he wants to take. The album and the promotion feels like Doyoung sailing. It has that powerful element of the strong wind in the sails. The album already shows results close to IU and BTS guys in Korean charts. How happy Doyoung looks, how his true bold nature comes forward more and more in the performances. He is ready to take it, to enjoy everything. And yes, the timing is better for him than it was for Taeyong (both times). More room for concerts and festivals. However, the preparatory period was the same for both.

It is also about the voice. As I has been observing Do's progress since the time he made mistakes with pitch and was refusing to sing during interviews, I can feel the difference. He doesn't just sing well enough on the album, he shows different colours and techniques, uses his backvocals, in many places makes his work harder because he can (breathing, transitions, oberlayered singing with Taeyeon). During live performances he sounds weaker, so there is room to grow, but he will improve and catch up soon.

All in all, I'm personally glad SM doesn't allow the artists to go solo too early. Yes, maybe Doyoung could have released the album a year earlier. Maybe even two years earlier if covid didn't happen. The things happened how they happened though. Doyoung needed 127 to get Daesang and become a million seller, to perform at Tokyo dome and win over Korean fans, to get very close to Kenzie, to go through his burn out and overcome it, to invest some years into his love life with Jaehyun, to get the brand deal, the musical and tv-series first to be able to produce such an album, to approach renown song-writers and to ask for festivals and concerts in Japan and HongKong. The musical improved his vocals, the tv-series showed him he can succeed in a new area he is not comfortable in, DJJ let him get the experience of promoting outside of 127, gain support from fans with a new sound, the success of individual careers of the other members let him be "arrogant" and go for big things for himself. Mayhaps even the ousting of LSM was of help, who knows. LSM was known for being very involved in the work of his artists (to the degree of cutting off Seulgi's fringe for a better concept look right before the shooting of an RV's MV and changing aespa's "tsu-tsu-tsu" in the lyrics (which was genius on his part, but you know... his vision)).

Doyoung said people mostly remember Taeyong and Mark in 127, that he is not as memorable or standing out in the group in comparison. And it is true. It because he mimics an idol, plays a role for the group, (and loses points in dancing), he is confined in an image that is not him (Tae and Mark are themselves, Taeyong the soloist is a natural continuation of Taeyong the leader of NCT). Doyoung did it to himself, by the way, so the group is not to blame. In the performance on Mnet of "Little light" Dongyoung came out, and was as attention grabbing. He is not shakled by the level of success of the group (i.e. if he fails it won't affect negatively the unit), only the eyes of his own fans will be on him, the risk and reward are all his, so he is free to be more bold and greedy.

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failure future ghost guilt hate for ivana and an immortal

Girl wins and fails. (I rolled a d4 for the immortals bc I couldn’t choose and it landed on 2 so angsty Maya ahoy!)

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Probably an incident with a target, where she couldn’t get the guy fast enough and civilian people lost their lives. She managed to get her target but too late in her opinion. It’s a source of shame for her and no matter how much she tries to move past it, she goes to bed knowing people died because she wasn’t good enough yet. Orion would know as he was her boss back then, and anyone who stumbles on the case files

Not keeping closer contact with her friends after Nayden’s coronation. Their merry band sort of scattered into the four winds soon after and Lucas was her only friend left. If she knew what would become of her she would’ve clung to them tooth and nail but it’s too late now, they’re long dead

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

The worst outcome she sees for herself is growing old and cynical like Orion, loved by none and hated by many, there’s an inkling of pity she feels for him but she will die before she admits it. She wants to avoid it, but she can see herself slipping into the same patterns as he did, so it takes active work and thought to not end up like him. She tries her best to upkeep the bonds she already has and be open to new ones aka Carmina and her family

As the years go on and on and on she becomes more isolated and jaded. She’s seen how Dimos’ mind has completely broken and she fears the same thing will happen to her eventually, even if Dimos is younger than her. She tries to find comfort in the fleeting moments with mortals and get closer to the other immortals who share her fears of the future.

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

Orion. She took so much abuse from him yet she never stopped respecting him. It was some sort of sick admiration and warning tale. And now that he’s gone and she’s stepped into his shoes she can feel the pressure he was under. But she also doesn’t have an astonishingly failed relationship and hatred for any and all things living so she has that to one up the ghost of Orion

Out of everyone she lost, Lana, her sister. Way back when, she was supposed to take care of Maya when their mother refused, she was supposed to keep her safe. She failed, but got another chance years after. She didn’t get to say goodbye to her, for all Lana knew she died in the woods being ambushed by bandits and Maya knows Lana felt so guilty about it, that she failed her again.

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Guilty about treating her team harshly. She has that streak of perfectionism and expects everyone to be just as detail oriented and punctual as she is. She comes off as ruthless, she admits it. She justifies it by thinking it’ll keep everyone sharp.

She feels guilty for thinking bad thoughts about Lucas, Lucien, Viessa and Dimos. They’re her only threads to the world she once knew and her lifelines. They should get along great right? But sometimes they frustrate her so much she isolates herself from them. And eventually feels bad about it and comes back with her tail between her legs

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

Most of the police department, organized criminals. The little guys, the thieves, the scammers and the sort who do it just to get by she knows the systems have failed them. But the big dogs like Ipes she despises.

As much as she loves Lucas, or the being that once was Lucas, she despises him. Gods do not understand how mortals aren’t meant to experience eternity, estrangement from the world is sometimes too much to bear, everything she knew and loved is long gone, trapped with company she didn’t choose. She still carries out his will, for there is not much else to do. And she will become his voice in the coming ages. It’s complicated, is what I’m saying. As well as bad parents, and two who abuse their power, but she can now deal with them herself and guardian of the lost

#i have some meledramatic titles for the immortals come the third age #maya is the voice of the wild hunt #feelings are hard and complicated when more than one feeling about a thing is valid #space shitstorm #armed asshats #by god ivana will try avoiding becoming like orion #even though she is miserable at the office and genuinely bad to be around in professional settings #but at least she has her dad #and carmina #who ground her and keep her from spiraling into workworkwork

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fairytaehl · 1 year

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In your atmosphere, in your scent that’s like flowers, I hope you can understand me like this always, for a long time

one of my favorite mileven fics ive written! its really a combo of three fics i planned on: the evolution of how comfortable they are with physical touch, a wrist kiss, and a rain kiss. it felt better to put it all in one, though maybe it could still use tweaking!

still, i love this to bits, i care sm about their relationship development and wanted to share my hopes for s5 kisses!!!

enjoy!

Summary: Physical touch was not always something that came easily to Mike Wheeler. He was stiff by nature and only settled for simple things like handshakes with his friends, tapping or nudging his older sister and the occasional required hug. Awkward was kind of his middle name.

But then El came along.

Physical touch was not always something that came easily to Mike Wheeler. He was stiff by nature and only settled for simple things like handshakes with his friends, tapping or nudging his older sister and the occasional required hug. Awkward was kind of his middle name.

But then El came along.

The impact of their two worlds colliding might as well be deemed the reason Uranus rotates on its side, a crash so strong it would forever change the trajectories of their lives.

His hugs earned more meaning, his touches more frequent and acts of undisguised care shamelessly given to those around him. Since spotting her in the forest by Mirkwood, his life had never been, and would never be, the same.

At first, it was obvious how much El had a distrust for anyone who reached out to her. The exact reasoning for why would be unknown for some time, but her flinches and closing herself off said enough to him. He was just curious when he saw her tattoo, it was impulsive and foolish and he was young, but he knew his boundaries then.

When she started to touch his arm, hold his hand, let him hug her, grasp him as she rode behind him on his bike and lean her head on him, he felt something he never had before. There was an overwhelming feeling of humble pride to be someone she trusted enough to be so physically close to, something that tugged at his heartstrings and made his heart beat faster, so much so that he hoped she didn't hear it.

There wasn't a real word for it then (that he accepted, anyways), but when he looked back on those younger days where he was unbeknownst to what the future held, to the present where he stared at her sleeping face that was still blotchy from crying in the rain earlier, pressing a kiss to her temple, he knew it had been love.

His first kiss with her was on a whim, something to get his feelings across without actually saying it. Sometimes it felt stupid to have done it then, even though they almost had in his basement's bathroom that one time, but he didn't know what else to do besides admitting he had a crush on this girl he barely knew (thanks, Lucas.) He didn't know if El even knew of the word and its meaning. The feeling, sure, but something told him there wasn't any other way to make sure she was truly aware of his feelings, so he kissed her.

The year after her disappearance saw Mike in the darkest spot he had ever been in, and somehow no one understood or wanted to sympathize. How was he supposed to move on after seeing the only girl he had ever felt romantically connected to disappear right before his eyes? How was he supposed to forget her or just remember her as some superhero who came to save the day and left when her duty was seemingly done? Call it coping with grief or whatever, but he didn't ever even believe she was gone to begin with.

And because of her, he became more attentive, more quick to physically reach out. He was afraid of losing Will again, afraid of someone else being ripped out of his hands while he wasn't close enough to grab them.

So he stayed by his side, always putting a hand or arm on him to ensure he was there and he was real (not just some memory of a best friend he lost unexpectedly), to console and ground both Will and selfishly, himself.

When day 356 came along and he saw her for the first time again, the stress and anger all washed off of him in waves and he embraced El like he never had hugged anyone else before. El, the one who showed him the meaning of genuine touches. El, the one who he fell in love with at such a tender age.

Almost kissing outside Hopper's cabin, not even caring who saw, leading her to the dance floor at his school where they finally shared a mutual kiss in front of all the other kids and their friends (and even his sister!) were moments he defined as progress. Progress for them but progress for himself, too. He didn't know how to do this dating thing, even more so since it wasn't at all conventional, so it was a guessing game. But he quickly learned that he would make himself comfortable for whatever she wanted. Kisses, hugs, touches. Even if it was foreign for him, the knowledge that she was new to this, too, only made him feel more at ease.

She would attach herself to him like a koala, and he had no gripes about it. If anything, he was overjoyed at being able to take on the role of some exquisite, totally capable, protective boyfriend as if she wasn't the one with a death toll to her name and wanted by the government.

Both hands always touching him wherever she could; his wrists, his arms, his shoulders, neck, cheeks, running through his strands of hair or lacing their fingers together, they made sure to find their place anywhere. Maybe he could admit that it comforted him to know how much she not only wanted to be with him but that maybe she was afraid to let go of him again, too.

Even when they were welcoming Dustin back from summer camp, they had to be hand in hand for the greeting, lest one of them disappears from their sight or, like it wasn't obvious already, people were unaware they were devoted to each other.

Having such casual displays of physical affection, especially amongst their friends, was rather easy for them. She could wrap her hands around his crossed arms, big doe eyes focused on what was going on but her dumpling cheek smooshed against his shoulder while she leaned as far into him as she could, and no one would ever question it. They might tease them separately, sure, but they all unspokenly knew how much it meant for them to be able to simply touch one another at all.

El never had to ask or say it; Mike would grab her hands with his and never let go, and she could hold onto him with both hands or with one, she could wrap an arm around him with a single hand while squeezing a hand tightly with her other, and she could rely on him to be there to bring her back to reality, to touch his face and to feel the strength in his grasp around her.

A lot of their kisses were mouth to mouth, but there were moments when Mike would try to do something different to make her smile extra wide, to impress her with his suave ways, to do something a little more than their typical, constant touches.

Head kisses became one that Mike did as he got taller. It wasn't one that he did too often being that sometimes they'd feel awkward, but when El was in her lowest of states, those always felt most appropriate.

If she was crying, shutting herself down, not making eye contact, he would place a soft kiss to her head to try and relieve some of the stress building up within her. She'd bring her arms around him and he would do it again until he started to pepper kisses all over her face, dotting her tears on it to stop them in their track of rolling down her cheeks.

It was one that made his heart ache to do, but he wanted to express his care for her in a way that wasn't too much, but that would be exclusive to their romantic touches. If it offered her consolation, if he got his intent across, he would feel relief that his measly, if not small, gestures could do something so comforting.

Temple kisses also were not ones he usually did, but sometimes the urge to show affection while not being too disgusting in public warranted these. Prior to the current, it had been done during the times they visited each other; the first time while they were walking down the street in Hawkins and another as they exited the airport, but another now after the one he just gave while she remained unbothered in her sleep.

Forehead kisses were more gentle, more personal, and it helped that they had the perfect height difference for them. They were the type of kiss he would give her to calm her nerves and smooth out the wrinkles forming on her forehead from worry or anger. Like when she had expressed frustration during their Thanksgiving meeting about Hopper not saying what was in his letter, visibly on the verge of tears, but he knew she would feel guilty for making their time together sad. Or like when she got mad at her Christmas visit after presenting her the promise ring, having cried from happiness but scolding herself for not even thinking to bring him anything like that in return.

Cheek kisses made him feel mushy from the cheesiness, but they were an easy sign of affection that made his girlfriend blush and smile with gee, and he would do whatever if it meant he got to see her smile.

So he'd kiss her cheek while they watched movies and he'd kiss her cheek some nights before leaving and he'd kiss her cheek as they held hands and took walks around their small, quaint town, and he'd kiss her cheek during their visits while out and about to let everyone know she was his and he was hers. Sometimes she would give him ones right back, and it was hard to ignore the way it'd give him goosebumps while simultaneously heating his body up, all thoughts stopping short as he'd goofily grin at her.

Nose kisses admittedly were one of his favorites with how he was able to make El's face scrunch up with happiness, then desperately standing up on her tip-toes to try and do the same. And what was the fun in just letting her have that? It was a perfect way to tease her, make her pout and then kiss her frown away, earning a smile from her again. Of course, he'd eventually give in and let her give his nose a peck, too, even if it felt awkward for him, he did always like it.

Bunny kisses were something he heard about from his mother, though she originally said it could be termed as an "Eskimo kiss." He preferred the former more, the name making it sound gentle and cute, a good comparison to El and her nature and their affection.

He decided to try it once while sitting in what was once Will's room on the bed during the hot summer after she had lost her powers. Their legs were crossed as they faced each other, and Mike was trying to teach her how to solve a Rubik's cube. Unprompted, and Mike completely unaware, El rested her forehead against him, stopping him in the middle of his sentence so he could look up at her. After a beat of staring, they smiled and kissed, and when they pulled away, Mike rubbed their noses against one another.

"What are you doing?" She had asked.

Mike shrugged. "Bunny kiss," he mumbled, giving her lips another peck. "Mom told me about it."

Her following giggle was music to his ears, and when she initiated the bunny kiss that next time he grinned from ear to ear.

There were a few times during that summer when they did it again, sometimes just as they snuggled in her or his room, silently spending time together while they still could.

When they had to say their goodbyes, this one came from a spur of the moment. His emotions overwhelming him, having just heard her say she loves him too meaning that she heard him, aware that she was going now for who knows how long, that it would be months before they got to hug and kiss each other again, that when they pressed their foreheads to each other after a tight embrace, he subtly rubbed their noses together. It was more comfort for himself than for her, and a mouth kiss felt like too much then. He just needed to convey that he was already missing her more than he thought was humanly possible, even though she was right in front of him. All of his insecurities crept to the top, the unsure future his reason for hugging her like it would be their last.

A couple of times while they met during the holidays and the inevitable discussion of having to say goodbye at the airport soon resulted in their faces close, El rubbing her nose against his to cheer him up. It never failed to make him smile, and he'd always follow up with a nose kiss for her tenderness.

Butterfly kisses, for once, were something El brought up to him. He had never even heard the term before, but while he was in Lenora for Thanksgiving, she asked him if he had ever heard of the term. According to her (explained after he answered with a confused "No?"), they were a type of kiss where one fluttered their eyelashes against the other person's skin or eyes.

Without him having to even ask, she pulled him close and pressed her face against his cheek, right below his eyes, blinking slowly, and it made him shiver. It was delicate, and it made him feel a little embarrassed from what felt like such an intimate and deliberate type of kiss. But he leaned his head down and placed their eyes close together to repeat the gesture, smiling when she did and gently kissing her lips. Mike wasn't sure how practical this one was, but it didn't make him like it any less, especially if she wanted it.

Shoulder kisses were something that he didn't even know were a real thing (of course they were, but what the hell did he know at fourteen?), but El's shoulder was often a place he felt at home. He knew he could tuck his head in the crook of her neck and just breathe her in, allowing her typical coconut-vanilla or lemon lavender scent to calm his nerves.

Mike had never done it before, barely even considered it (the thought fleeted before he could even process it in the moment), but when he reunited with her in the desert, kneeling down to see that she was alive, she was okay and she was there, he couldn't help himself.

Upon their embrace, he breathed her in again, even if she didn't smell like one of her usual aromas. And before they pulled away, he gave her shoulder a subtle kiss. He didn't even know if El felt it or registered it properly, but it was enough for him to be able to press his lips against some part of her to try to communicate his love for her that he had been afraid to say out loud, but not for much longer.

Rain kisses were ones he knew happened in romance movies. In real life? Well, they just seemed tacky to him. The only reason his view changed on that was the way El would coo and gape at those scenes during the romance movies he watched for her. It would be so ridiculous, truly, but he knew she would love it, and he only wanted to make her happy.

The funny thing about that was that dating El meant he felt as if he had to live up to the expectations she had from all of the films she would mention and make them watch, even if she seemed content with what they had already. With romantic gestures, touches and pet names, the only thing not being followed through with being that heavy-weighted "L" word, he'd done it all, just for her.

So during the summer before she had to leave, he knew the forecast for the day predicted a downpour. He planned the events in his head; he would go to breakfast with her and their friends, they would spend time playing video games at Dustin's house that day and then the two of them would leave right before the rainfall (not that anyone else knew), and Mike would ask if they could take a long walk home.

He and El had never walked by Mirkwood since their meeting, and though he didn't doubt her sense of memory, she probably only had an idea of the exact spot, whereas Mike had marked a tree with their initials only a couple days after her initial disappearance nearly two years ago.

There wasn't any warning before the sudden rush of rain that drenched them, and while El gasped and cowered into him, Mike held her hand tighter, saying, "Hang on, just a little further." And he wasn't lying, it was only about thirty feet more before he spotted the engraving on the wood, and he stopped right before it.

"Mike?" El tugged at his arm with both of her hands. "Mike, what are you doing? We have to go," she scolded, but laughter bubbled out at the way he was just gaping at her, not even knowing that he could feel himself falling more and more in love at that moment.

Without any more hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers for a minute, letting himself feel the rush of the moment while his clothes and hair were soaked, sticking to his skin, sure that it was the same for her.

He pulled away slowly, watching the raindrops run down her cheeks and hearing more than feeling his heartbeat pick up from admiring her beauty.

"What... was that for?" She asked, a dumbfounded smile on her face.

Mike shrugged and smiled back sheepishly. "You know, it's what they do in the movies, right?" He replied, and he saw the dots connect in her head through her eyes as he planted another kiss to her lips.

She giggled and brought her hands to his hair, and despite how the rain only got worse, they stayed in their meeting spot, expanding upon its sentimental and special meaning for what felt like hours.

Wrist kisses didn't seem to be a common thing at all, but whenever he caught El staring at her tattoo for a second too long, he always had the urge to grab her arm and give the mark a gentle kiss. It made him feel kind of pathetic for thinking that a kiss would help to ease the memories that came with her unconsented brand, but he only wanted to make sure there were no doubts in her mind about his devotion to each and every part of her.

As per usual, El was about to go off on her own to save the world and this time had been incredibly clear to everyone that she didn't want to be stopped.

"If Vecna is going to be killed by anyone, it will be by me," were the final words said to end the argument amongst them all, and though hesitation was clear on everyone's faces, Mike was the only one who followed her when she stepped out to the front of the cabin to be alone.

By the way he saw her shoulders raise up, he knew she could tell he was there, of course, but she kept on walking further into the woods where he followed, both indifferent to the drizzling that was present. He rolled his eyes, but he wasn't angry at her, he understood, there was just no holding back his exasperation.

As El stomped on through the crisp leaves, Mike tried to call for her several times. She ignored each of his attempts for nearly half a mile, never telling him to go away or trying to stop him with her powers, but not giving him any type of response, either.

Surmising it may not be a good idea but still going through with it anyways, Mike jogged through the now pouring rain up to her and grabbed her shoulder, effectively stopping her, and he knew it was since she let him.

El turned around and glared at him, but it contained no malice, only general distaste for her walk to clear her head having been interrupted. He wanted to hug her and comfort her, but he couldn't do so without speaking to her about this first.

"What?" She asked, voice monotone and near cold.

An angry huff escaped his lips as he shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands up in question only to drop them down to his side again, followed by a plop from the dampness. "El, seriously? What are you even thinking right now? You wanna go and be this independent superhero again?" He knew he sounded angry, but after all this time, he couldn't grasp why she didn't want help.

El shook her head. "Mike. I am not fighting you on this," she warned. "I am doing this alone and you cannot stop me from that." A surprising pause that had him holding his breath, and then, "Please... stop," she pleaded, and even though she tried to come off as mad, he could see through her facade, learning how to read her long ago.

Despite how much he wanted to respect her wishes, especially since it was a trait that came naturally with her, he couldn't bear to keep his mouth shut this time, to let her walk away while all he did was stand there and watch.

"El," Mike started, voice firm even though he saw her eyes start to water, "you're going to sacrifice yourself again for what? Why can't you just accept help? Why can't we help you? Why can't I help you?"

He saw her swallow thickly, shutting her eyes for a moment to presumably hold back tears before opening them up to stare at him, the action unfruitful as tears welled up and spilled out. She hiccuped, and for a moment Mike wanted to forget the argument and let her have her way, unable to stand to see her cry, but this was one thing he had to put his foot down for.

"Mike, please—"

"No, El," he cut her off and took a step closer, and goddammit the fear in her eyes almost made him stop but he wasn't going to. "You almost died last time. Do you understand that?" El nodded in response, rain droplets on her face making her tears look like they came in an abundance, tempting him to wipe them all away. "El, if you go this time," he took a deep breath in through his nose, afraid to even speak this into existence, "this could be one of the last times I ever see you."

He watched her crumble and close in on herself, shaking her head and shivering from her sobs and the cold. He felt himself start to cry, vision becoming blurry at the sight of the girl he loved most feeling this way because of him. It took him back to their argument in her California home, but this was an entirely different situation, and he couldn't let her leave this time without him.

El didn't even respond, words failing her every time she tried, and all she was able to do was wipe away her tears with the back of her hands. At this point, Mike was unable to control himself, grabbing her left forearm right below her tattoo and bringing it to his lips to place a soft, lingering kiss, rain trailing down her arm and building up where his mouth met her skin.

Mike felt her tense up and stare at him, but he closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking another deep breath through his nose and grabbing her left wrist with both of his hands as he pulled away and looked at her.

"I love you, El. And I can't lose you," he whispered loud enough for her to hear over the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the dirt, observing the way her eyebrows drew together and her eyes softened.

It wasn't the first time he had said those words since that moment at Surfer Boy's Pizza, but it had been during sweet, romantic moments where they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. This time was unlike the others, maybe more impactful than some of those prior, and he could see that recognition within El's stare.

She shook her head and gave him a sad smile, and he was afraid she was about to burst into tears again as she reached up to touch his cheek with one of her hands. "Mike," she sighed out shakily, "I love you, too." El glanced down and wet her lips, eyes trailing back up to his. "I'm sorry."

Mike hushed her, touching her forehead with his. "You don't have to be, El." He gave her head a kiss. "I know how much this means to you, trust me, I do." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "But you know how hard this is for me, too, right?" He placed his lips to her forehead. "I don't know if I can stand to do this again." He kissed each of her cheeks. "I don't know if I can let you go off on your own again." He gave her nose a kiss. "I want to be by your side this time, El." He touched their foreheads and noses together, rubbing them together twice. "I want to be by your side through everything." He fixated his eyes on hers to read her reaction, unblinking.

When she fluttered her eyelashes against his slowly, he felt his world complete, and he silently thanked her, and himself, for the way they learned to communicate their love through touch alone.

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