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joelscurls · 4 months

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a heart for melting

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: post-outbreak, implied age gap, themes surrounding child loss and grief, some angst but mostly festive fluff, grumpy x sunshine dynamics (Joel is a grinch & reader loves the holidays), reader is described as having long-ish hair

summary: Jackson's first annual Holiday Market brings about more than just cheer.

a/n: Merry Christmas @thetriumphantpanda; I'm your pedrostories secret santa! I hope you enjoy this lil festive take on grumpy!joel x sunshine!reader — I had lots of fun writing it 🤍🎄 🥧 🪵 🦌

Joel doesn’t want to be here — surrounded by garland and ribbons and so much unadulterated joy, it’s nauseating. No, he was forced to be here.

Please, Ellie had begged, it’ll be good for you to do something other than patrol or drinking with Tommy. Plus, they’re too good to keep to yourself.

They, being wood carvings — the tiny sculptures of deer and bears and birds, tufts of hair and bunches of feathers drawn out of driftwood with the tip of his blade. It was only ever meant to be a hobby, a way to busy his hands after they’d been wrapped around the cold metal of his rifle all day. Something lighter, creative rather than destructive, an act of giving rather than taking.

But sharing them with other people? He hadn’t been interested. Maybe he’d make one for Ellie or Tommy. Wrap it up in a piece of cloth and offer it as a gift for their birthday.

Not that he thought they were any good, really.

With the announcement of Jackson’s first annual Holiday Market, though, came Ellie’s pleading. “I’ll help you,” she’d bargained. “You don’t even have to give me anything!”

“Who said I would anyway?” he’d grumbled, digging his spoon into the bottom of his bowl of stew and sifting out a chunk of meat.

Joel despises the Holiday Season. He’d welcomed its disappearance with the end of the world. Because he had no reason to celebrate, with Sarah gone. Her absence stung like salt in an open wound on any normal day. But on Christmas, memories of her hanging her favorite ornaments on the tree and sneaking one of the cookies baked for Santa burned behind his eyelids. Left him heaving through hot tears.

The holidays had no place in his world, but they certainly had a place in Jackson. The first time he and Ellie had strode through those gates, they’d been met with that damned Christmas Tree, towering over the settlement like a beacon. And he hated it, hated the way it brought about that pounding in his chest and that spinning in his head.

How could anyone find any good in such a poignant reminder of loss?

Tommy says it’s about new beginnings, finding ways to be happy again. And what’s happier ‘n Christmas? God damn Santa Clause, hot chocolate, children singin’ carols?

Still, Joel isn’t convinced — not yet.

Standing across the mess hall, at your table piled high with baked goods, you are far too cheerful. You’re humming some song with a jovial beat, absentmindedly swaying as you rearrange rows of gingerbread and muffins and scones — all of which are draped in white icing, like flocking on Christmas trees. You pause to wish a happy holiday to everyone who passes through.

Joel knows he’s seen you before, flitting in and out of the community’s kitchen, always with that signature smile scrawled across your face.

And god, you’re so bubbly, taking to everyone you meet like a bee to honey, letting them in without a care in the world. Popping from table to table, making sure they have enough to eat. That they’re doing well.

It shouldn’t surprise him that you’re so…spirited, too. You seem to find the good in everyone and everything, after all.

It infuriates him, nonetheless.

Joel groans to himself. Stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans as an elderly couple rounds on him.

He grumbles a hello to them when they approach. They offer him half-smiles in return, beginning to pick up some of the carvings laid out on the table — turning them, inspecting them.

“This one’s nice,” the man says to his wife. She hums in agreement.

“You got any tigers?” the man asks.

“Tigers?”

“Yeah — I used to love ‘em as a kid.”

“Got what’s on the table,” Joel grumbles.

“You make ‘em custom? I can offer some homemade jam in return — elderberry.”

Joel sighs in annoyance.

“Don’t make ‘em custom. Got what I got.”

The man seems defeated, nodding and walking off without another word. The woman follows closely behind.

Just as they leave, Ellie appears. She sidles up to Joel and shrugs her jacket off. Pulls a chair up next to him.

“There’s so much cool shit here!” she exclaims, too loud. A judgemental set of eyes flit her direction. She glares right back at them.

“Do you mind?” Joel huffs, jaw ticking.

“Jesus, who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“How do you even know what Cheerios are?”

“Don’t,” she admits. “I read it in a book.”

“Of course you did.”

Ellie leans back in her chair, pulling an apple out of her backpack and biting into it. She shuffles some of the carvings around on the table. “Gotta fill in these gaps, man,” she says, juice dribbling down her chin.

Joel ignores her. He sneaks a glance at you; finds that you’re already looking. Your expression is unreadable, gaze unmoving as he studies you.

Despite your upbeat disposition bothering him, he can’t deny that you’re gorgeous: bright, beckoning eyes, siren-like smile — it’s like you’re peering into his soul.

He didn’t think he still had one of those.

“Dude.” Ellie nudges him. He peels his eyes from you reluctantly. “I asked how many takers you’ve had.”

“Uh.” He pretends to think.

“You have no fucking idea, do you? Too busy staring at that girl.”

“Wasn’t starin’,” he clips defensively.

“No? Well she’s coming over here, man.”

Sure enough, you’re striding right toward him, abandoning your post. Joel barely has time to prepare for impact.

He unconsciously straightens up and pulls his hands out of his pockets. He brushes them on his jeans just as you stop in front of his table.

“Hi there,” you say.

“Hi!” Ellie chimes.

You pick up a carving of a two-headed deer. His favorite.

“This is beautiful,” you coo. “The craftsmanship is lovely.” You’re running a finger along the grooves in the wood, holding the piece delicately in the palm of your hand — as if it’s made of glass, not wood. “You have a real gift…”

“Joel.”

“Joel,” you repeat. He ignores how sweet his name sounds coming out of your mouth. You tell him your name, and it fits you, he thinks. It’s pretty.

“How long have you been making them?”

“Just since I got to Jackson. ‘ts somethin’ to pass the time.”

You nod. Continue scanning over the intricacies of the deer. “I was never much of a baker before I got here, either,” you joke, gesturing back toward your table.

“Good one,” Ellie laughs. “You’re funny — isn’t she funny, Joel?”

In his head, he’s glowering at her. Outwardly, he feigns amusement.

“Real funny.”

“I’d love to see how you make these sometime,” you say, then, placing the deer back on the table gingerly. “Do you have a workshop?”

“In our shed,” Ellie pipes in before he can say anything. “You should come by tomorrow! Joel’s off patrol.”

He shoots her daggers. She pretends not to notice.

“I’d love that! I have to work in the kitchen, though. I could come by after?”

Joel starts to shake his head no. Ellie’s hand wraps around his arm like a vice grip. He stills.

“Sure,” he grits.

“I can bring some pastries, if you’d like.”

“Don’t like sweets.”

“Oh,” you say, a little thwarted, but you’re undeterred. You shift on your feet. Chew your bottom lip. “Well, how about something not sweet, then?”

Your brows lift, narrowed eyes on him as you await a response. Joel still isn’t thrilled about the prospect of a visitor. Really, he doesn’t like anyone on his property that isn’t Ellie, or Tommy and Maria if he’s invited them. But you don’t seem so bad, offering to bring him food.

He can probably deal with your sunny disposition in exchange for a full belly. Lord knows he went too long without that luxury, and he’d be a fool to deny himself of it ever again.

So, he agrees, the garbled sure less than enthusiastic leaving his mouth. Still, you don’t seem too offended. In fact, you smirk at him, wordlessly sauntering back to your table, sneaking glances at him every so often for the remainder of the afternoon.

Sure enough, the next evening, while Joel is whittling in the shed, you show up.

You’re wielding a basket of savory hand pies, as promised, and Joel has to stop himself from drooling. They smell incredible. And they’re still warm, somehow, steam wafting off of them even after your walk here.

“Come in,” he gruffs, his nose following the scent like a dog’s as he trails behind you inside.

His set up is minimal: a rocking chair next to a bench, a couple stools he made for when Tommy comes by to play poker. But his works are scattered throughout, every surface in the small room cluttered with little carvings.

He settles atop one of the stools as you begin to wander around the room, plucking sculptures off shelves and awing at them with such genuine admiration, it causes something to pull in his chest.

Every so often, you make a remark about the details in a piece, how the fur on the deer looks real, how you can practically smell the replica evergreen in your grasp.

And something shifts — carried by your kind words through the stuffy shed.

Taken by the slight lilt in your voice when you speak to him, the almost-shy smile that pulls at the corners of your lips — Joel is attracted to you.

He’s following the line of your neck down to your collarbone, ogling at the exposed skin there when you pick another carving up off the shelf. And he feels guilty — he shouldn’t be looking at you like this. You’re just being nice, being neighborly, and he’s gawking at you like you’d have any interest in him.

No; you’re young, beautiful, could do a lot better than an old grump like him.

He averts his gaze quickly when you suddenly set down the tiny, carved bird that had been in your palm, round the workbench and perch yourself atop the stool next to his. You retrieve a handpie out of the basket and pass it over to him.

“It has braised rabbit and carmelized onions in it,” you explain, taking a bite and letting the steam roll out.

He follows suit and — it tastes just as good as it smells, if not better. He’s salivating again, letting the dough melt in his mouth before swallowing.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, getting through the entire basket in mere minutes.

When you’re finished, you ask him where he’s from.

The question shouldn’t feel like such a shock to the system. But after a year of being in Jackson, successfully avoiding conversation about his life before the outbreak, it sets off a panging between his eyes, a dull ache in his viscera.

“Texas,” he tells you plainly. “From Austin, originally.”

You nod. And you must be able to tell that he’s not used to talking about himself — by the tick of his jaw or the lack of eye contact — he’s not sure. Because you don’t pry. Instead, you say, “you can ask me something.”

He nods. Thinks on it for a moment.

“When did you arrive here? To Jackson?”

Unlike him, you do not grimace at the intrusion. Instead, you tell him: about your parents, their untimely deaths, the harrowing road that led you here. You do not cry, but Joel can see the pain in your shiny eyes.

It’s inevitable; there isn’t a single person here who hasn’t been dealt a bad hand. But you wear your past like a badge of honor, like you’re still grateful, after it all, to be alive.

Joel envies your tenacity.

So when you ask him about Ellie, if she is his daughter, he lets the walls around him down — just an inch. He doesn’t get upset when he stumbles over his words while telling you about Sarah. He finds comfort in confiding in you, in the way you so attentively listen, quietly nodding along as he recalls his version of the end of the world.

“Thank you,” you say when he’s done, burying his hands back in his pockets.

“For what?”

“For sharing that with me. I know it can be difficult to relive it.”

“I relive it everyday,” he admits. “Everything reminds me of her in one way or another.”

“I understand,” you nod. He believes you do.

So sweet, gaze like honey, you are an enigma to him. He hasn’t met many people who are kind just for the sake of it — not in a long while. Maybe that’s why he’d been so bothered by it at the market. It had felt almost unnatural to him, bound to be laced with an ulterior motive.

He’s still learning how to trust people again. It doesn’t come easily after twenty-odd years of rationing it like the pills he’d stowed. Still, there is something innate about baring his soul to you. Letting you in through the cracks in his battered being. You are safe, he’s sure of it; benevolence radiating from you like warmth.

It drips off your tongue when you ask him to show you how he does his craft — slips down your fluttering lashes. No longer can he deny you of anything — he’s accepted this swiftly — and so he obliges.

A half-whittled fox materializes from his coat pocket, along with his blade. He passes both to you and pulls his stool closer to yours.

He guides you, taking your hand in his, encouraging the press of the blade into the wood. Shows you how to round out a corner with a subtle twist of the knife. You’re a fast learner, Joel notes, attentive, taking every instruction like gospel.

The slow drag of steel, your fingers wrapped tightly around the handle; you’re so focused that you jump slightly when he places a reassuring hand on your knee.

“Doin’ great, darlin’,” he says, and your lips pull around pearlescent teeth. Joel feels as enraptured by you as you do the carving — the loose tendrils of hair that drape over your shoulder, the clinging of cotton to your soft curves. Though he hardened into stone a long time ago, he feels smelted in your presence. So he cannot help it when his fingers begin to drift up your leg, settling at your side as he turns his body toward yours.

The blade stalls, tip still stuck into the wood, puncturing the fox’s non-existent spine, and your face lifts.

“Is this okay?” he whispers. You nod, gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips.

You’re so close like this; Joel can smell the floral perfume dappled along your neck, can feel your warm breath fanning his face. He has half a mind to stop himself from sealing the sliver of distance left between you. But then you’re sighing, placing the blade and the wooden fox on the tabletop. And it’s your turn to guide him — winding your delicate fingers around his wrist and settling his hand at the small of your back.

The air in the tiny workshop grows heavy with unspoken desire, a longing to disrupt; to create. Your body forms to his languidly, arms interlocking behind his neck, fingers weaving in his hair to pull him closer to you. And then your lips press to his — hesitant at first, then not. You drink from each other until you are drunk, breathless and giddy when you separate.

“That was nice,” you whisper, and Joel chuckles.

“Just nice?”

“Great,” you amend. “It was great. Better than I imagined, even.”

“You imagined this?”

“Yes,” you smirk. “On a loop since I first saw you at the market.”

He pulls you back in. Gives you another chaste kiss. “For good measure.”

“Joel,” you say then, “will you and Ellie come by mine on Christmas? I could even cook — it’s just-”

“Yes,” he’s accepting before you can finish. “I’d love that. As long as you make more of those,” he gestures toward the empty basket on the workbench.

“That can be arranged,” you grin.

As soon as you leave that evening — sent off with a goodbye muttered between slotted mouths — Joel starts on your Christmas present.

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Hello and happy birthday! I wanted to request romantic Mauga x healing Gn!reader.

Thank you and thank you! Here you go :) Me spilling more thoughts about the big man I love 💜

Genuinely hate that I'm the only one writing for him right now... I desire him.

Yandere! Mauga with Support/Medic! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Threats/Intimidation, Slight flirting, Isolation, Forced relationship, Suggestive line at the end.

I have a feeling it's a similar thing to Baptiste.

Mauga's the Tank, you're the Support, you're meant to keep him alive.

By default I feel this would make you a Talon medic, similar to Baptiste.

Except... while Baptiste managed to escape from Talon... you're unable to.

Mostly due to Mauga as you later find out.

Maybe you're in a similar boat as Baptiste, you originally joined Talon to help people completely unaware of the real intentions of the organization.

It's just mercenary work... right?

That or you have your own reasons.

As a medic and support you naturally end up seeing Mauga often.

He isn't going to get far as heavy assault without back up.

For this concept let's say you, Baptiste, and Mauga are a group of comrades in Talon.

You often help Mauga during and after fights.

While Baptiste and Mauga are good friends, you may begin to notice Mauga feels something different to his second support friend.

When it comes to you Mauga seems awfully... interested.

When you have him take off his heavy armor to attend to wounds, he often makes suggestive comments as you touch his skin.

Mauga also begins to prefer you to work on him as a medic.

Baptiste does his job fine, great even, but Mauga likes you alone.

In his eyes, Mauga doesn't think you have the killer instinct Baptiste does.

You really are just meant to heal and support, a useful unit in Talon other than outright damage.

To Mauga that means you're perfect for one another... in combat and other means.

Mauga is normally comfortable around Baptiste, yet he finds himself twitching when you speak with the combat medic for too long.

The obsession would continue to grow as you go on missions.

Some times you step out on missions, instead being paid to attend to wounded at base.

Mauga ends up meeting up with you still just to chat.

Sometimes you even catch wounds on him... which is odd.

A man like him isn't clumsy, did he do this on purpose just to be given your medical attention?

You try to push such thoughts from your mind but you have a feeling something is off with how Mauga feels around you.

That only escalates as you learn the truth of Talon along with Baptiste.

Baptiste expresses wishes to leave, he hates killing innocents.

You agree, the pay is nice... but the job wears on you.

As a result you help Baptiste escape and things play out like they did in his lore.

Mauga lets him go, Baptiste goes into hiding, and you continue work.

You yourself want to leave the organization too.

The issue?

Well... Mauga knows.

The heavy assault soldier only has more excuses to stick around you now as Baptiste is gone.

Plus, he knows you helped Baptiste leave.

He knows you want to leave too...

You're lucky Mauga likes you... he could've turned you into the boss... or killed you.

Mauga no doubt isn't going to let you ditch Talon like Baptiste.

You're his medic now, you're meant to support him.

You and him will be a new duo... not a trio... partners.

Part of him is a bit happy Baptiste left.

He was getting really tired of sharing.

You yourself can tell Mauga's catching onto your thoughts.

He never likes to leave you alone.

He even gets more pushy on you being more than his medic.

He admits casual comments, some threatening, some more... personal.

Mauga's plan is to make you feel like you need him as partners.

If you still feel like you want to leave Talon... well, Mauga isn't going to let you just walk out like Baptiste.

If he has to corner you... intimidate you... all just to make you stay?

He feels he'll convince you.

Just as you try to put together plans to leave and start a new life... Mauga's here to remind you where you belong.

You'll be cornered in your office, the heavily armored man blocking you in.

His grin is wide but his eyes read danger.

You struggle to explain yourself, he probably doesn't believe you anyways.

"Planning to leave your partner all alone?"

His voice is low... threatening.

"Maybe you need a reminder that you belong here... with me."

You can't leave past him... he essentially blocks the door with his size.

A true mountain of a man...

You wish you left earlier... or never joined at all.

"Now, help me get this armor off, won't you, doc? I don't plan on needing it."

#yandere overwatch #yandere mauga #yandere mauga malosi #yandere maugaloa malosi #yandere overwatch mauga

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cjsmalley · 7 months

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Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED ♡

It’s already 18/01 here, I couldn’t stay without writing something on his birthday, so here’s a short drabble! Dabi means everything to me, for almost 3 years he’s been my comfort character and I love him so fucking much words can’t explain.

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Dabi always resented his birthday, mostly because he used to have existential crisis, and cursing the day he was born since a kid. Cursing himself for being born this way, being born a failure. So he’d never celebrate his birthday, not that he had anybody to celebrate it with.

So he can’t help but be shocked when being faced with you, holding a birthday cake along with a few balloons, screaming “Happy Birthday Dabi!” on his face. He is shocked at why you remembered his birthday. He only mentioned it once when you were being a pain in the ass, wanting to know each of the League’s members’ zodiac signs. But he never thought you’d actually remember it, let alone surprise him like this.

At first he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at the cake, which clearly seems homemade, then at you, at the balloons and then back at you again. His chest feels tight, but not in a bad way. Not in that way he had felt every year whenever his birthday come. This time it felt like something was blooming inside of him, a good feeling that overwhelmed his senses. The fact that you took your time to bake him a cake, he just couldn’t fathom anyone even wishing him happy birthday, let alone this.

You stare at him confused, putting the cake on his table, feeling kinda awkward as he was showing no reaction whatsoever. “Um..hello? Earth to Dabi!” you said while waving your hand in front of his face.

Not wasting much time, he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, your face being crushed against his chest as his arms wrapped around your body tightly. His body was radiating heat, and under the scars of his eyes a tint of blush could be seen. His ‘nonexistent’ heart had never feel so full before.

Burying his face on your hair, he muttered a soft “thank you”, still not letting you go from his grip. Dabi felt like he never mattered to anyone, like he wasn’t important, never been loved, always hated but you made him feel otherwise.

If he had his tear ducts, he’d definitely be teared up now. Instead only a trail of blood flowed from the scars under his eyes, which you wiped gently with your finger before kissing him softly on the lips. And he’d kiss you back, so hungrily and passionately, as if you would run away at any time. But you’d never run away from him, you’d never abandon him like others did. You’d love him till the day you died, and you’ve made sure that he knows this.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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hiii meii, so this is entirely self-indulgent but it’s my birthday today and I was thinking about maybe a little something with nanny!reader and dbf!hotch and him making reader’s birthday all special because her parents are out town or something like that, any birthday fluff you could think of would be absolutely amazing bdjxn

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

happy birthday my lovely monique!!! you deserve nothing but the best, I'm so glad you're taking the day off and indulging yourself!! i am wishing you the best birthday ever, and dbf!hotch is coming to smooch up on you >:))

(sfw blurb but reader is over 18)

Jack's holding your hand, but Aaron is holding your shoulder. The Hotchners guide you through the parking lot, and Aaron has one of his large, rough hands covering your eyes. You'd parked in an empty stretch of pavement, an unfamiliar location so that you weren't able to see anything to spoil whatever surprise they've planned for you. Jack says it's totally not a surprise birthday party, and Aaron says Jack needs to play the quiet game.

Your feet hit metal and you rear back slightly with a gasp.

"You're fine," Aaron murmurs, his hand tightening on your shoulder, "We're just going inside. It's the doorway."

"Okay," You breathe, lifting your foot up and over the divider. You hear a series of mechanic clicks, then Jack drops your hand to do something that sounds like opening a heavy door.

"Good job, buddy." Aaron congratulates his son, "Super strong."

Jack fits his small hand in yours once more, and Aaron leads you forward through the second doorway. It's colder, now, the air conditioning is working, and you think you're on thin carpet from the feeling of the floor beneath your shoes.

"Turn right," Aaron turns his hand on your shoulder, and twists your head with the other one. You follow his lead, hand tightening around Jack's as the little boy eagerly ushers you through whatever building you're in.

"Okay, now left," Aaron instructs you, "And- stop."

You drag a deep breath in through your nose, anticipation thrumming through your veins. It sounds like there's people in front of you, or one person at least, because Jack drops your hand and his footsteps lead to something that moves.

"Okay," A voice rings out, and it's deep but not Aaron's, "Three, two, one..."

""Surprise!"

Aaron's hand drops from your face, but not his hand from your shoulder. Light floods into your eyes and you squint slightly, but the sight that you're met with when they adjust makes them widen like happy flowers in the sunlight.

Aaron's entire team is there, faces scattered around a decorated conference room that you've mostly seen in pictures, or the occasional office drop-off. You recognize Dave, closest to Aaron, then Penelope, closest to Jack. She always runs out of her office to say hello to him when you drop him off, and she's met you a handful of times subsequently.

"Aaron," You breathe, seeing all of the smiling faces that love him, and by extension, you, "I- Thank you!"

You melt into his embrace, turning in his hold to throw your arms around his neck in a hug. He chuckles warm and deep in his chest, a sound that nearly makes tears bead at your eyes. He rubs soothing strokes over your back, squeezing you tight and kissing your forehead.

"Let's get introductions out of the way," He releases you from his grip so that you can turn, and you're met with a dark-haired woman smiling sweetly at you.

"I'm Emily," She shakes your hand, using it to pull you into a birthday hug, "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you," You gush, and when you see Spencer Reid on the next person's nametag, you send him a smile instead of initiating physical contact, something he greatly appreciates with the same sentiment as Emily.

"Derek," A taller man greets you, and you recognize his voice from the countdown, "Jack tells us a lot about you, y'know. Hotch too."

You try to ignore the pounding of your heart at his addition, ruffling Jack's hair instead of acknowledging it. The boy wraps himself around your leg, sitting on your foot and grinning up at you gleefully. He's already given you a hand-drawn birthday card, and it's the best present you'll receive, no doubt.

You make a show of lugging him across the room to meet a thin blonde, JJ, and to shake Dave's hand. He giggles all the way, face smushed into your calf, and Penelope pries him off to hug you properly.

"I hope you like the party," She gushes, eyes bright, "Hotch and I worked all day on the decorations, he was so picky!"

You can't imagine Aaron policing the pattern of streamers thrown around the room, or inflating the balloons sticking to the ceiling. It makes you laugh, and you don't see Aaron's smile grow in response.

"Thank you so much," You repeat, said to Penelope but aimed at the group, "This is- so special, this is the best birthday I've ever had."

"It hasn't even started yet," Dave gestures to the table, full of pizza and sweets, "Don't let the paper napkins fool you, I made those pizzas myself."

"We get it," JJ scoffs, "You're Italian. Penelope made the brownies, by the way. And Henry, my son, and Jack helped with the cookies. Spencer and Emily brought the donuts, and-"

"And I brought you," Aaron's voice is suddenly closer to your side than you'd thought, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

"Thank you," You sound like a broken record but you don't care, eyes shining with emotion as you gaze appreciatively at him. If no one else was in the room, you're sure he would have kissed you, lips close and hearts closer. But he doesn't, he can't, so he squeezes your waist instead, murmuring a soft 'of course'.

"Let's eat," Emily prompts, pulling at a chair around the table. Everyone flocks to their own seats, but Aaron pulls your chair out for you, saving the one beside it for himself. No one notices the way his hand slips into yours beneath the table, no one but you, but it's better that way, and it stays there for the rest of the night.

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singsweetmelodies · 10 months

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AKA: angst, miscommunication and a/b/o, feat. brief/mentioned maxierre with piarles endgame (+ implied maxiel.) happy birthday @boxboxbrioche my love

"Hello, Charles," Max smiles when Charles runs into him (literally) in the Budapest paddock on Thursday. He's wearing the same Red Bull team shirt and jeans as ever, naturally, but something about him looks unusually relaxed and content. Sated, even.

Probably because he's been winning practically every race this season, Charles thinks. That's enough reason for anyone to be looking relaxed and content.

Still, when he steps in a little closer to fist-bump Max's proffered hand, he can't help but notice it. Max's scent is... more than just content. He smells like he's only just come out of heat, and whoever was taking care of him did a very good job of it. He doesn't smell like sex, precisely, but he smells like what Charles would imagine afterglow would, if it had a scent. Golden and lazy and sated.

Oh, he's got blockers on, of course, but Charles has always been blessed (or cursed, depending how you look at it) with a very good nose. So. He knows immediately.

Some too-perceptive instinct is telling him that the timing of this heat has something to do with Daniel's return to racing this weekend. Almost like Max... wanted to get his heat over with before he saw Daniel again?

...That's a big stretch, of course, and Charles would never dare say it out loud. (Except to Pierre, maybe, because Pierre loves theorising about the latest paddock gossip just as much as Charles does.)

So he just smiles politely at Max, and says "Hello" back, and wishes for Pierre to appear out of some corner of the paddock somewhere. It isn't that Charles hates Max, or whatever the media likes to spin, but it's also true that Max isn't Charles' most favourite person in the paddock. (Obviously, that honour goes to Pierre.)

No, Charles' and Max's relationship is simply that of colleagues - good enough, if a little bland.

Which is why Charles is not expecting it at all when Max leans a little closer with something that looks almost like a conspiratorial grin. Charles has no idea what Max might want to be conspiratorial about with him - it's not as though he's leaving Ferrari anytime soon, despite what everyone likes to speculate.

Surprisingly, what Max says to him is not racing or incident-related at all. "Do you know where Pierre is?" he asks, as though Charles is the most reliable source of the Alpine driver's whereabouts. (Charles shouldn't be, but he's very flattered.) "I still need to thank him."

"Thank him?" Charles echoes, a little puzzled. "For what?"

And then Max says the one thing that blows apart Charles' world and turns his day upside-down immediately. "For agreeing to spend my heat with me so last-minute."

He says it so casually, too, and Charles...

Well. Charles knows that many of the other unbonded omegas on the grid like to spend their heats with other drivers. This might seem contradictory at first, but the thing is - while they might not necessarily trust each other on track, you can always rely on the fact that another driver, at least, won't reveal details of that hook-up to the press anymore than you will. Most of the alpha drivers on the current grid are decent enough people off-track that you can trust you'd be taken good care of, too.

It's something that Charles has done himself, too, once or twice - mostly with Alex, who is always incredibly kind about it, and makes sure Charles is comfortable and well-hydrated afterwards.

But mostly, Charles spends his heats alone. He schedules them carefully so they won't interfere with races, and then he bears them on his own, teeth gritted as he works himself open over and over again and clings to whatever article of Pierre's clothing he can find nearby.

It's never good enough, never, but Charles has never really wanted another alpha. He only goes to Alex if his body genuinely cannot go without it anymore, and then it's purely a case of friend helping out a friend.

So, really, Charles has no reason to be this shocked that Max apparently spent his most recent heat with Pierre. The two of them are friends, aren't they? Much better than Charles and Max have ever pretended to be. There's no reason why they wouldn't spend a heat together, really.

Except...

Charles grits his teeth, and it's only years of media training that enables him to still pass it off as a smile. "He did?" he asks, tightly.

Max laughs, still happily unaware that he's taken Charles' day and shattered it like a glass breaking into unrecognisable shards. "Yes," he confirms, and then he bumps Charles' shoulder, almost unbearably conspiratorial again. "You, of course, would know why I now need to thank him."

No amount of media training in the world could have helped Charles keep up his smile in response to that. Max notices - how could he not - and his own smile falls. "You two have not...?" His voice rises up in the end, like he almost can't believe he even has to ask the question.

Charles tastes something sour in his mouth, and by the way Max flinches back, he's sure it must be all over his scent as well, blockers be damned. "No," is all Charles says, brusquely.

Max opens and closes his mouth for a moment, and then he reaches for Charles' shoulder. He hesitates, though, hand hovering awkwardly in the space between them. "I'm sorry," he says, and it sounds sincere. "For assuming. The two of you are so..." He makes a face. "You are good friends, so I thought if he would do it for me, he would of course do it for you too."

"No," Charles says again, and the word tastes acrid in his mouth. "We have never."

Not for lack of trying, Charles thinks bitterly, and then he forces himself to think of something else. Some excuse that Max will accept.

Fortunately, a little gaggle of people in bright Ferrari red are passing by, and Charles latches onto them with almost too much relief. "Ah, my team," he says, pointing. "I need to go."

It's stupidly obvious, as excuses go, but Max has the grace not to mention it. He just watches Charles go, biting his lip.

Charles wants to hate him. He wants to hate him more than anything else - for having a race-winning car, and a team that supports him properly, and championships, but more importantly than any of that, Charles wants to hate him for having Pierre.

It's not that Charles thinks Max is actually in love with Pierre, or even that they're courting. No, it was clearly just a case of friend-helping-out-friend. But even that is...

Unbearable. It is unbearable, because Charles hasn't had even that much.

Charles had only asked once, and only because he'd been stupid with pre-heat already and not thinking straight. Pierre's long, long silence before he'd said, very gently, "Charles... I don't think that's a good idea" had told him all he'd needed to know, anyway.

After that heat, though, Pierre had called Charles and made sure he was okay, and that he knew it wasn't personal, Pierre just didn't think it was a good idea to get that involved with another driver. Especially one who's also a friend.

Charles had accepted it at the time, and he's never had any reason to think that Pierre has changed his mind in any way.

Except now here Pierre is, apparently spending heats with Max fucking Verstappen, of all people. And, really. Out of everyone on the grid - every goddamn omega - it had to be Max, didn't it?

A part of Charles wants to fall to the floor in devastation, wants to tear at his hair and shake and cry to anyone who will listen, why doesn't he want me, why doesn't he want me?

But Charles remains standing, because even more than he's heartbroken, he's furious.

Pierre did not help Max through his heat because they're in love, or because they're courting. So, he must have done it as a favour to a friend.

Then why the hell would he not do the same for Charles?

Charles also asked him as a favour to a friend (and yes, maybe Charles wanted more, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask for that. He'd just asked for a favour, the way every unbonded omega on the goddamned grid asks their alpha friends for favours every once in a while.)

Pierre had said no, and that he doesn't do that. But he'd forgotten to mention the part where he apparently does do that.

If he were here, Charles might slap him clean through the face. It's not an urge he's often had when it comes to Pierre (or ever, really) but today...

Today. It's just. What the hell does Max have that he doesn't? Max and Pierre are friends? Charles and Pierre are better friends. Max is an omega? So is Charles, and he's better at that, too.

It's obviously not even about looks! Because Charles doesn't want to be rude, but he is definitely better-looking than Max. It's just a fact, as true as "the grass is green" or "Charles is Monégasque" or "Charles is in love with Pierre."

No. Fuck that. None of this makes sense.

If Pierre is willing to spend a heat with Max, then there's no reason why he can't help Charles through one, too. It's not like Charles is asking Pierre to love him back - no, he's long since made his peace with the fact that that, at least, is impossible.

Charles has always wanted too much, though, and if he sees even the faintest chance of getting what he wants, even if it is just in the form of a favour to a friend -- well. He will never not go for the gap.

So Charles waits, increasingly impatient, for his media and team obligations to be done for the day. As soon as they are, he heads for Alpine, because there is no way Pierre will have left already - he is far too dedicated to them, staying behind extra hours to learn as many names as he can and give as much feedback as possible and help with everything that needs helping.

Right, because isn't Pierre just so incredibly helpful. Normally, this would make Charles smile, fond - but today, it makes him want to snarl.

Helpful, yes. Except to him, apparently.

No. Charles will not accept that.

Various team members glance up when Charles storms into the Alpine hospitality, freezing with coffees half-way to their lips and tracking him like the spectators to a tennis match as he storms across their building and towards the driver's rooms. One particularly brave soul ventures an "Er..." but Charles is already across the room before he's even finished saying it.

Charles knows the way to Pierre's driver's room as easily as he knows the way to his own (incidentally, it's on the same side of the building) and it's mere seconds later that he's bursting through the door of Pierre's driver's room.

Pierre freezes when the door slams open, mouth caught in a comically surprised expression, but it relaxes quickly into a fond (if still somewhat surprised) smile. "Charlito!" he says, standing up and reaching a hand in Charles' general direction. "This is a nice surprise."

But Charles is not in any mood for pleasantries. "Did you spend a heat with Max," he asks, but it's not really a question as much as it is an accusation, pointed and sharp.

Pierre freezes again, the smile slowly dropping off his face. His scent goes bitter with unpleasant surprise. "I -"

"If you lie to me, I am going to slap you," Charles says, injecting the words with just enough of a snarl that Pierre will know he's not messing around.

Pierre's expression goes from shocked to hurt to angry almost faster than Charles can process. "I wasn't going to lie to you, Charlo. I would never. Not with you."

He sounds sincere enough about it that Charles almost feels guilty, but then Pierre adds, "He's just a friend who needed a favour" and Charles is right back to furious.

"I was a friend, and I needed a favour," Charles says bitingly. He doesn't have to say anything more, because he knows Pierre will understand exactly what he means.

Pierre's face shutters, closing off completely. Even his scent goes blank, like Pierre is deliberately shutting off every part of himself. "That's different."

"How?" Charles hisses at him, and Pierre obviously wasn't expecting the vehemence of it, because he stumbles a step back. "How the hell is it different, huh?"

Pierre's expression does something complicated, and he makes a rough noise, low in the back of his throat. "It just is," he says, and refuses to elaborate.

Charles is livid. "It just is?!" he explodes. "Tell me how it just is, Pierrot, because I sure as fuck don't get it. I am your friend - non, I am your best friend - but when I ask for this favour, you say no. Then when it is Max, you say yes?"

"It's different," Pierre says again, sharply, as though sharpness alone will make Charles drop the subject.

He really doesn't know Charles if he thinks that will work. "It is not different. Not at all. What, unless you are trying to say that you don't want me?"

"Of course I-" Pierre starts, then cuts himself off with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. "I don't want to do this with you, Charles."

"Well, I want to do this with you," Charles retorts, unfazed and as fuming as ever. "What is it, huh, Pierre? You prefer Max over me?"

"Of course not," Pierre says, and he has the audacity to sound almost offended.

"But you must, if you fucked him and not me," Charles snaps. He's not entirely sure what he's trying to accomplish here, but he knows - he knows that he's furious, and Pierre is being a fucking asshole, and he needs Pierre to admit that much. At least.

Pierre, however, seems determined to continue being a stubborn asshole. "It wasn't like that," he insists, and Charles sees red.

"It's exactly like that! I asked you to fuck me, to help me through my heat, and you said no because you do not want me."

And that, somehow, is the last straw.

"Shut up, Charles," Pierre growls - actually growls - at him. "Just, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't?" Charles snaps right back, goading. "Why don't you tell me, then?"

Pierre snarls again, guttural and furious, and Charles knows that he should be terrified. But right now, he's far too furious to care.

"Tell me," Charles goads again, because he knows that nothing will ever compel Pierre as much as a challenge will.

Pierre is breathing hard, his fists clenched, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly. "You think you know what happened with Max, huh?" he asks, and Charles has never heard him sound like that. Despite himself, it sends a thrill through Charles' whole body. "You think you know what I want and don't want?"

Charles lets his belligerent silence do the talking for him, and Pierre's eyes flash. "Well, do you know that none of it is true? Do you know that none of the rumours of me with all those omegas are true?"

"What do you--" Charles begins, but Pierre cuts him off with a single hand held up, raised as sharply as a slap.

"Do you know, Charlito," he says, almost viciously, "that I've never been able to date any other omega for longer than a few months because I was always comparing them to you?"

Charles jolts where he stands, all the breath wrenched from him. "What--"

But Pierre doesn't give him a moment to process that. "Do you know that I only agreed to spend this heat with Max because he was desperate and out of options?"

"Do you know," Pierre continues, dangerously soft, "that I had to think of you just to be able to come at all?" He stalks a single step closer to Charles. "Do you know that I had to pretend it was you all the time just so that my knot wouldn't go down?" Another step, and Charles is shaking all over, but he can't move. Pierre has him pinned down, completely rooted to the spot with his scorching gaze and world-ending words.

"Do you know," Pierre concludes, softest of all, "why I really said I wouldn't spend a heat with you?"

Charles isn't sure how he even manages to form the word. "Why?"

Pierre's eyes are so, so dark as he stops just in front of Charles, raising one hand to ghost just millimetres above Charles' collarbone. "Because," he says, and his voice is rough. "I knew that if I did, Charles, if I fucked you even just once, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would bite you, then and there, and I would make you mine."

All the while that he's been speaking, Pierre has been tracing his fingers upwards, a slow, slow torturous slide mere centimetres above Charles' skin. Charles can almost feel the heat of his touch, almost but not quite, and when Pierre stops just below Charles' mating gland - Charles whines and shudders forward, the combination of Pierre's hand there and that word mine too much for him to resist.

Pierre's fingers touch the overheated skin of Charles' mating gland, and the world explodes.

Charles' knees buckle, and his head spins, and he has to press his thighs together in a desperate effort to ease the sudden and burning need there. He's wet, he can feel it, leaking slick all over the place just from that one touch.

Pierre jerks his hand back, of course, but even that split-second of contact was enough to destroy Charles perfectly.

Pierre is panting, and he looks about as wrecked as Charles feels. "So do not stand there and tell me that I don't want you, Charles," he says, and his voice shakes - anger or desperation, Charles can't tell. "Not when I have done nothing but want you for as long as I have known how to want."

Charles shudders, the full weight of Pierre's words sinking in on him all at once. As Charles stands there, processing, he watches as the world rearranges itself entirely.

Charles breathes in, and then he breathes out. "Fuck you, Pear," he says, only a little shakily. "No, seriously, fuck you. How obvious do you need me to be? I literally asked you to spend my heat with me!"

For a moment, Pierre looks so indignant that he forgets to be angry. "You asked it as a favour to a friend!" he protests. "I just said, I can't do that! Not if it's you."

"Yeah, well," Charles says waspishly, "I only asked it like that because I thought you would say no otherwise."

And all at once, Pierre's expression transforms as he comes to the same sudden and brilliant realisation Charles just had.

"Charles," he says, shell-shocked. "If you're saying what I think you're saying..."

He glances down at his hands, clenches them tightly into fists again, then looks back up at Charles, his gaze burning. "You have to know, you can't take it back. I'm not going to let you take it back. Not if you mean it."

"God, Pierre, you are so fucking stupid," Charles says, and alright, maybe he is still a little angry about the whole situation, after all. (He thinks he has the right to be, though.) "Why do you think I was so angry that you went for Max?"

When Pierre doesn't say anything immediately, Charles snaps off a sharp step into Pierre's space, flicking his fingers against Pierre's forehead. "Yeah, it's because I wanted you to choose me. Only me."

Pierre's hand comes up, grabbing Charles' wrist in a bruise-tight hold. He draws Charles' hand away from his face, but then he doesn't let go, just keeps holding on, fingers circling Charles' wrist like they're meant to fit there. "Only you?" he echoes, and it sounds like a question.

Charles nods, because there was never any other answer, and he's about to say it, too, but then Pierre kisses the words right off his mouth.

If Charles' world hadn't already exploded so thoroughly earlier, then it would now.

It's a good kiss. No, it's better than a good kiss - it's a fucking incredible kiss; Pierre's one hand still wrapped around Charles' wrist while the other finds its way to his waist, like it belongs there. Pierre kisses him like he's still a little angry, but also like he's never meant anything more, pouring every part of his soul into it. Pierre kisses him like he's already imagining the night they're going to spend together after this, and he kisses Charles like how he's planning to fuck him later.

Charles has no objections to that. None at all.

Well. Except the one.

He pulls away from the kiss, pressing his palm hard to the side of Pierre's face. "You're going to spend my next heat with me," he says, orders more like, and it's far too possessive, but he can't bring himself to care. Not one goddamned bit.

Pierre growls, low in his throat, and pulls Charles even closer to him. "No, chéri," he says, too-softly. "I'm going to spend every single heat with you from now on. Forever."

"Forever," Charles breathes, and then he kisses Pierre again, hard, making it a promise. "Forever."

#posted this at 01:16 which is not QUITE 1016 but as close as i could get on this fine evening #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIONYYYY #myfic #piarles fic #10 x 16 #maxierre #(technically)#(they're really only there as a plot device to get us to piarles endgame)#in other news WHOA MY GOD THIS GOT LONG #(who's surprised....)#but i SWEAR the intention was just to write you something short and sweet for your birthday today since #since we'll only be releasing the main fic later #(well; i say short and sweet; but i don't think SWEETNESS was ever the intention. i wanted to write possessiveness)#(and also miscommunication and misunderstanding and all them GLORIOUS angsty tropes)#and since i have absolutely no self-control to speak of... here we are #BRIONY. my love. i love you so much #please accept this humble offering of my first ever publicly posted a/b/o on the occasion of your birthday #sorry for making the boys angry at each other but i unfortunately think it's very hot to make them scream confessions at each other #hot angry confessions... CHEF'S KISS #and i really hope you like this too!! and go as insane as i did over certain lines #because by God... i fear that you have created a monster #now that i have discovered a/b/o i am NEVER LOOKING BACK #this was so fucking fun to write oh my god. JEEZ #but anyways!! getting distracted here #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN MY LOVE #and before you say this is too much.... NO. we can never celebrate your birthday too much #this is just more proof to that end #LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY ❤️❤️❤️#briony's birthday bonanza 😘

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bfd!lloyd hansen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — foreplay but no p in v, reader is 26 and lloyd is around 45 (not older)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I didn't like the idea of the reader being barley 20 or something while the man is in his 40s like it is in these kind of fics mostly is. I felt way more comfortable with reader being 26 and lloyd around 45 but no older, meaning he was 20 or younger when his daughter was born, oops baby what I call her! But he still loves her! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get a notification everytime I post! reblog and comment!

Excitement flooded your veins as you stepped inside your best friend's home. Today she was celebrating her twenty-fifth birthday and while you were happy to party with her, you were more excited to see her dad.

For little over a year now you and him were in a committed yet secret relationship. While you loved to keep the relationship a secret you hated it the same. You hated how you couldn’t go out together while holding hands, kiss each other, show affection to one another, how you couldn’t claim him as yours in front of all those suburban single moms.

Walking inside the house you saw how beautifully Vaera had decorated the living room. Before you were able to take more in, a pair of arms wrapped around you, “ah! You're finally here! Dad and I were already waiting for ages,” she told you with a dramatic sigh.

You giggled in response hugging her back, Lloyd stood in the corner of the living room watching you closely. “Dad, won't you say hello to her?” Of course, Vaera knew her dad was just waiting for her to finish cuddling you. With a smile, he walked over to you, stretching out his hand for you to shake. In his eyes, you saw a spark, a desperate need to do more than just shake your hand.

“Come on now, you can help me make snacks while we wait for the others,” she dragged you into the kitchen, you had no problem helping her but a question was burning on your tongue, “will your father be here during the party?” you finally asked.

She sighed in answer, of course, no young adult would like to be chaperoned by their dad.

Later on, all the guests started pouring in and soon Lloyd was swarmed by people varying from the age of twenty-three to twenty-six. While he watched that no one went out of line and didn't get drunk he was searching for you, in particular, in particular the whole time.

The snacks were still keeping you occupied in the kitchen while Vaera was in the living room greeting everyone. You didn't mind staying behind because you weren't a fan of big crowds anyway.

“Thought I'd find you here,” a voice drawled from behind you, a voice you knew all too well. His muscled – or how you called them bodybuilder – arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. “Can't believe she's leaving ya alone, all by yourself…,” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

As you leaned back against his chest you felt the warmth radiating off of him. In those nights you spend with Lloyd your favorite thing is cuddling into his warm, comfy arms. They made you feel safe. “I like being close to you. You’re warm,” you mused, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment. The low chuckle from him made your stomach tingle.

You wished you could stay like this forever, but it was just wishful thinking. The only reason why you kept it a secret however was Vaera, she would freak out and hate you forever which you could understand. To be honest, if your dad would have a girlfriend who was only a year older than you, you'd react the same.

Sadly Lloyd let go of as he heard Vaera announcing to her friends she was coming to get you. The disappointed sigh could be clearly noticed by Lloyd and he squeezed your hand in comfort.

“Oh, dad here you are! I was already wondering where you had gone, but I gotta take my friend away now!” without waiting for an answer Vaera took you back to the living room where all of her friends were already waiting.

An uneasy feeling creeped up your spine as you stood in the crowd of people and Vaera wasn't helping.

Just as she was pushing you to the next group someone stopped her, “sweetheart she has enough time to meet everyone, how about we cut the cake huh?” You suppressed a relieved sigh at the sound of Lloyd's voice rescuing you.

Vaera, as a cake addict, immediately ran to the kitchen to get the cake. Your eyes found Lloyd's and you gave him a thankful smile. The moment didn't last long because Lloyd walked after his daughter knowing if she was carrying the cake alone it would end in a mess.

Lloyd carried out the cake very focused on not dropping the three stock high cake. You couldn't help but admire him, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, his perfect styled hair, those blue eyes in which you got lost everytime, his rough yet soft hands that gently caressed you every chance he had.

They began cutting the cake and giving everyone a piece, when it was your turn Lloyd leaned down to whisper, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Your cheeks instantly felt warm with embarrassment.

Soon Vaera started to play her music while you found an excuse im cleaning up the plates so you could escape the crowds. Your best friend followed you into the kitchen with a sly smirk, “so when are you two gonna make it official?” She suddenly asked and your eyes widened in fright, “what- what do you mean? I have no one, there is no we,” you stammered as you rapidly cleaned your hands with the cloth.

She laughed, she fucking laughed, now you were dead you knew it. “You and my dad! I know you guys are a thing, have been a real long time now. I heard you once while you were fucking and yes it is gross but I couldn't be happier, rather have you as a step mom than some other bitch,” Vaera shrugged and bumped her hip against yours.

“First of all, you heard us having sex? Second, it's gonna be a long way till I'm your step mom, also why are you nor freaking out?” Your expression was priceless, in every possibility you had imagined Vaera would have been mad but here she was wanting you and Lloyd together. “To be honest I always found you would make a great couple and at first I did freak out but I've come to my senses honestly, now just make it official! It's nothing bad and you deserve it,” instead of giving her an answer you hugged her tightly whispering 'I love you' to her. Your best friend hugged you back with a succeeding smile.

She left the kitchen with a wink and soon Lloyd entered just as a slow song started to play, “Vae said you needed my help sunshine,” he walked around the isle and pulled you into him again. Lloyd loved to hold you every chance he got or more touch you.

“Wanna dance?” You questioned him, as much as he tried to hide it Lloyd enjoyed dancing with you so it was no surprise to you when he agreed.

You closed you hands around his neck and Lloyd kept his hands on your waist. Both of you swaying to the music, your head leaned against his chest with closed eyes, your man rested his head on yours as his thoughts run wild on what he did to deserve you.

Against your will the music ended and it came a pop song on. With a disappointed sigh you returned to cleaning the plates but Lloyd had something else in mind.

He positioned himself behind you, hands sneaking around to the button and zipper of your jeans. Shaking your head by his actions you knew what was to come. Opening the button as well as zipper in easy movements Lloyd slipped his hand inside you panties.

Lloyd runs his hand down your folds smirking once he feels how wet you are, “oh sunshine, so wet for me 'lready,” he coats his fingers with a healthy amount of your slickness spreading on your cunt.

Then two of his thick fingers slip inside your soaked channel with ease, pumping them in and out of your pussy, curling them. A high pitched whimper slipped past your lips as he found your g-spot. Instantly Lloyd's free hand shot up to cover your mouth, “sh, sh, sh sunshine…we gotta be quite okay?” Nodding you had you obeyed his order.

His thumb traced circles on your clit, edging you further to your orgasm, “yes, sunshine cum for me, cum for me while we're here in the kitchen hiding when everyone could come in here any second,” something about being caught always turned you on – another reason to keep the relationship a secret. Being the good girl you were for Lloyd the knot in your stomache twisted and your relieve washed over you in waves.

Breathing heavily you had to lean back against Lloyd for support. “You did such a good job sunshine,” Lloyd fingered you through your high, lingering a minute to make sure you were okay.

Once his hand had left your pussy and was cleaned up you turned around to him cupping his cheeks, “if I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” The question caught Lloyd of guard, he would love nothing more than that.

“Without missing a beat sunshine, but what about Vae? She would freak out,” his hands came to rest on your neck as he leaned his forehead against yours, “don't worry about her, it's covered,” was all you said before leading him into the living room.

“Kiss me?” Lloyd didn't even wait a second before doing as you asked, his lips on yours, gently biting on your lower lip. Opening your mouth you met his tongue in, while the fought for dominance in nights they now danced a passionate dance of love. Your hands sneaking into Lloyd's hair while his right cupped your cheek to guide you and his left you neck to keep you.

Kissing him with everyone watching felt freeing, like a burden falling of your shoulder.

“Go dad!”

#lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen drabble #my bitch lloyd 👀

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strange0-0storm · 14 days

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Hello! About Kaleb, I was wondering what his favorite yokai he's met so far is? And also can we just have some random fun facts about him wljdkdkf

WOOO HII‼️‼️ Alright alright so, I feel like Kalebs favorite yokai he's met would be Jibanyan or Komojiro (once he meets them because of Nate) I just feel like their personalities go well together. But I'd also would say Keroki is one of Kalebs favorites too, just because without him he wouldn't get too meet all these different yokai!

And OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE SO RANDOM FACTS I love random facts

Kaleb as we all know is a dork, but the funny thing is when a person meets him for the first time they expect him too be mean because of how he dresses.

His birthday falls on June 10th, making him a Gemini!

His story first starts in 2013, which means he was born in 1997. His japanese horoscope is an ox

His favorite food is kebabs! He adores festivals because he can eat all the kebabs that he's wants. His favorite type consists of mostly meat.

Kaleb calls Keroki "Kiki" sometimes to annoy him, it's amusing too him

Kaleb wears contacts! He thinks he looks really dumb with actual glasses HQHSHS

Kaleb knows how to play the guitar, not supper impressively, but he knows how!

This is related to more of his story, I suppose, but Kaleb always has wished that something new would happen to him. He wanted something exciting, but of course, he never thought anything supernatural would happen to him, but low and behold! Keroki pops up into his life

Hope you've enjoyed my random rambles HEHEH (also I appreciate all of your reblogs they always make me so happy and smile THANK YOUUU<33)

#kaleb zimmerman #fumihiro zakimi #keroki #yokai watch #yokai watch oc #yokai watch komojiro #yokai watch jibanyan #yokai watch 2 #yokai watch 3 #oc #original character #my oc #silly #i love rambling #info dump #qna #actually thinking of naming Kalebs story something ong #yokai watch nate adams #yokai watch before the storm

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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I Still Love You...

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Exes to Lovers AU

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: pure pain awaits you 😅😅 good luck?

Summary: At the time, it seemed like the smartest decision when you and Baekhyun broke up. You deeply loved each other, but priorities and life were against you, and being together became too hard.

Coming face-to-face with him half a year later, reveals how deep your feelings still are for him, and you're terrified that you'll never be able to move on from him... or that you'll even want to in the end.

Notes: *inspired by this drabble* *italicized parts are flashbacks* *listen to Baekhyun's song Love Again to suffer even more* *Lastly, Happy birthday, Baek!!*

Laughter fills the air as your group of friends tease each other. Focusing mostly on the elusive host of the quickly planned get-together you're attending, Yixing smiles good-naturedly as he willingly takes the jokes being thrown his way. An overwhelming sense of happiness floods you as you watch them all. This is how things should be. You and the people you love relaxing and enjoying life together.

It's been way too long since this group of people has been together like this. Where you've all managed to get away from work and school, and Yixing was able to take time off and fly back to you guys. With Yixing being in a different country, it's hard to come across moments like this, so you cherish them and hold onto them for dear life.

There's just one integral piece of your community missing. If you have to guess, he's probably going to show up any second. Baekhyun never misses it when Yixing comes to town. No matter how busy he is.

Your heart flutters at the thought of seeing your ex again. Of seeing his bright smile grace his face as he laughs at something one of you says. You take a calming breath as you think about Baekhyun and remember that things are different now. That beautiful smile he always sent your way was no longer yours to receive. That reminder alone nearly breaks your heart all over again.

Yixing's laughter greets your ears again, and you pull yourself out of your thoughts to study his face. The pure joy you see on it helps you make a decision you didn't realize you were contemplating. Tonight, you'll push aside the feelings you still have for Baekhyun. You'll pretend that you're fine and unhurt just to keep those smiles on your friends' faces. To not cloud over their night with your angst.

You'll ignore him as much as you can and try to forget about how you're still completely in love with him. How you're actually excited to see him. To see his eyes sparkle as he animatedly speaks to everyone.

After the breakup, you had tried to move on from Baekhyun. You pushed yourself to go on dates - to try to connect with other people - but it just didn't work. You found yourself comparing all of your dates to him and wishing it was him across from you instead of these random strangers. You wished it was Baekhyun sending you good night texts or showing up at your door with flowers, and you felt bad for those poor souls who tried to capture your attention. Unfortunately, your mind was stuck on one person.

A knocking sound on the front door fills the room, and your heart beats wildly in your chest. Yixing gets up from his seat to answer it, and you do your best not to turn around and watch. A chorus of greetings surrounds you as the door opens. Soon, everyone is yelling some variation of hello towards the newcomer. You turn your head toward the door, unable to stand it anymore, and your heart nearly stops as you take in Baekhyun in all his glory. A giant smile is present on his face when he sees Yixing and everyone else behind him.

Somehow, you find yourself anxiously sitting on some stranger’s couch all thanks to your best friend Dabin. The people around you are all very nice and seem lovely, but you've never been good at first meetings. You'd consider yourself an introvert when being introduced to new people, and it took a while to get out of your shell. The only reason you're here is because Dabin is finally meeting her boyfriend's friends, and she dragged you along for moral support.

A knock on the door slightly startles you, and you glance around the room wondering how many more people could possibly be showing up. There are already like 15 of you here. You turn to see who else has just arrived and when your eyes focus on one man, your breath is taken away. He's gorgeous… and the way he lively greets the host enchants you…

You swallow, trying to wet your dry throat as you silently watch him enter the home like he owns the place. Everyone shouts greetings or cheers as he approaches, clearly happy to see him. You feel a part of yourself shrinking as you take in his larger-than-life persona.

His eyes survey the room as he greets everyone, and when they fall on you, they light up with interest. He sends you a sweet smile that has your heart stuttering, and you know right then that this man is trouble.

"Y/N, this is our friend, Baekhyun."

Chanyeol’s voice still replays in your mind as you watch the same scenario unfold before your eyes. There's only one difference this time.

Baekhyun's not alone. His new girlfriend is with him.

Dabin had already warned you about her existence and the possibility that she'd be here tonight, so you were prepared for the most part. Dabin told you they've been together for a month and that it was still relatively new, but that didn't make it hurt any less. That did not mean that it didn't suck seeing them together.

Forcing a light smile on your face, you allow yourself to meet Baekhyun's eyes. They brighten as they find you, much like they did the first time, but that luminesce quickly disappears after a moment. You can see he's holding himself back and making it clear that you're nothing but an old friend. Someone important, but not important enough.

He offers you a small smile in return before his hand reaches toward his girlfriend, and he finds her fingers. If you could crawl further into your body, you would, but you try not to let that show as your gaze falls to her.

She's stunning. A piece of art that looks perfect besides Baekhyun, and from everything Dabin has told you about her, it seems like her personality matches. Good. Baekhyun deserves someone that'll treat him magnificently. He deserves happiness.

The quiet murmurs behind you make you realize that everyone is watching this moment. Even if they're attempting to be subtle - which, you know if you turn around, they're anything but - it feels like the room is collectively holding its breath. They all knew this moment was coming, but none of them knew how to properly approach it, including Baekhyun, who looks just as hesitant as you feel.

His girlfriend steps toward you, breaking the tension in the room and pulling your attention to her. She holds her hand out to you and introduces herself, breaking Baekhyun out of his stupor, so he can finish the introduction.

You lightly shake her hand, seeing no ill-will or malice in her gaze, and find yourself relaxing a bit. When you give her a genuine smile, you visibly see her shoulders relax. Obviously, she's extremely nervous to be meeting all of his friends like this. You knew exactly how that felt, so you didn't need to add any extra stress for her as the ex. You can put on a fake smile and pretend to be happy for their sake as well.

"Thank god that's over."

Chanyeol’s voice helps remove the rest of the tension in the room, and a couple people chuckle. You let a smile grace your face, but you're still focused on their presence, especially as they move to sit in the chair across from you. Baekhyun pats his lap for her to sit down. When she quickly glances around and realizes there aren't any other seats available, she sits down on his lap and gets comfortable. Much to your dismay, you see him wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. The sight is like a stab to your chest, but you push it away with all the rest of your emotions.

Except now that you're seeing him with your own eyes, it's like your brain wants to torture you. Flashes of important moments in your relationship repeat in your mind until you get to the one that you wish you could forget forever. The one you'd easily consider to be one of the worst moments of your life.

Baekhyun's hands are wrapped around yours, and the two of you are gripping and squeezing each other's hands like they're lifeboats keeping you afloat. Tears stream down both of your faces as you lean against each other on the couch.

This is the only solution. Both of you know it, yet, it's one of the hardest things you've ever done. The two of you love each other fiercely, but it feels like you're clasping and trying to hold on to something that just keeps slipping through your fingers. Neither of you wants to let go, but what else can you do? It's a heartbreaking case of the right person at the wrong time.

Between the stresses of work and school, trying to achieve your dreams, and keeping your families happy, your schedules are like night and day. Finding time to be with each other is becoming impossible. The two of you are like ships passing each other in the night. You know the other is there for you, but you rarely ever see them. You both hate it and curse it, but neither of you knows how to change it without compromising things you need or want. Even if being together is one of those things.

"I think it's time we let go," Baekhyun says, though it comes out as more of a sob.

You bite your bottom lip until you taste blood. This isn't what you want. This isn't what either of you want, but what other option is there? It's too hard to keep going on like this. You're too tired of trying to fight for something that doesn't seem like it's meant to be.

You nod because you know if you open your mouth, words won't be what comes out. A whine of someone who's in pain will kiss the air, and neither of you will have the strength to go through with this after. You'll continue being lonely and miserable instead.

Dabin accidentally bumps you, pulling you out of memories you hoped you had suppressed. The breakup was seven months ago, but it still hurts like it was yesterday. It still feels like you can't breathe when those memories resurface.

"Hey," Dabin gazes at you with concern. "You okay?"

You pull that same empty smile back on your face and nod. The sympathetic expression on hers tells you that it's obvious where you had gone in your head. She forces you to join the discussion with the others, probably hoping to distract you.

Glancing at the faces around you, you allow their lively expressions and laughter-filled smiles to pull you from those upsetting memories. This is what you need to focus on. The here and now with the people you love and cherish.

Though once old group memories begin to get brought up, it's hard to separate your relationship with Baekhyun from your relationship with the group. They were so entwined and connected. There are no group memories without coupled Baekhyun and you, and you're gonna have to accept it and roll with the punches.

"Didn't Dabin threaten to beat Chanyeol up for that?"

"Girls must have a thing for threatening Chanyeol because I remember Y/N threatening him too," Jongdae answers Sehun in a roundabout way, causing Baekhyun to chime in.

"That was well deserved!"

Your mind flashes back to Junmyeon's birthday when the group was playing Truth or Dare in an attempt to get Junmyeon to embarrass himself. Jongin was on a health kick, and when Chanyeol saw an opportunity to mess with Baekhyun, he took it.

You repeat the word "please" in your head as Chanyeol looks for his next victim. He already made Jongdae eat some gross-ass thing he concocted, and you didn't want to be his next victim. If you choose truth, Chanyeol knows enough of your secrets that it could backfire on you.

"Baekhyun! Truth or Dare?"

Baekhyun meets his gaze with an unbothered expression. "Dare."

Chanyeol grins wickedly before standing up and walking to the bowl of salad Jongin brought. He reaches into the bowl, ignoring Jongin's protests about his dirty fingers, and pulls out a green circle.

"I dare you to eat this."

Snickers fill the air around you as you stare at the cut-up piece of cucumber. You quickly turn and look at Baekhyun, but his glare is leveled on Chanyeol. Everyone knew Baekhyun hated cucumbers and that this is the one dare he wouldn't do, including Chanyeol.

"No."

"No? Then, I guess you better strip naked and run down the street to the police station."

Your eyes widen at Chanyeol’s second option. Junmyeon immediately protests, citing he doesn't want to see Baekhyun naked or arrested for indecent exposure, but Chanyeol ignores him completely.

"I had to send a nude to my ex last time. Someone - besides me - is getting naked."

"We're grown adults," Sehun groans. "Why does anyone have to get naked?"

"So, my best friend either wants me dead or arrested," Baekhyun says with a deadpan expression.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic."

You sigh and try to remind Chanyeol that the goal tonight is to embarrass Junmyeon, not Baekhyun. "Chanyeol, just give him a different dare, or else we're all going to just sit here for the rest of the night."

Chanyeol and Baekhyun are already stubborn people, but the moment alcohol is added, their stubbornness increases tenfold. You know that if one of them doesn't cave soon, the game is over, and someone will be pissy the rest of the night. Chanyeol must've realized this too because you noticed him slowly moving towards Baekhyun, offending green food in hand.

"Chanyeol, if you go anywhere near him with that cucumber, I will shove it down your throat," you threaten. You may be halfway tired of the two idiots, but you’re always willing to defend your boyfriend.

Chanyeol freezes, and Baekhyun looks at him in disbelief before immediately searching for the closest object to him. Junmyeon sighs loudly as a remote flies toward Chanyeol, and Jongin pouts, softly murmuring about Chanyeol’s fingers in his salad.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, you shoot Chanyeol a sweet smile and say, "It's okay. We got payback at the gym."

Dabin snorts next to you. "I forgot you stole all of his clothes while he was in the shower."

"That was not funny! Those little towels they give you don't cover shit!" Chanyeol whines, still visibly perturbed by the memory.

Baekhyun laughs. "When he came out of the locker room trying to cover himself with them, I thought I was going to die of laughter."

You and Baekhyun look at each other with wide smiles on your face. The trouble the two of you used to cause would drive the rest of the group nuts, but you both reveled in it. He was your partner-in-crime, and if the two of you could get away with something, you did it.

"God, the two of you were menaces together," Jongdae groans, causing Minseok to agree.

"They were quite the duo."

You both share soft smiles as you relive the pranks and mayhem you used to cause. The memories flood you with a warm feeling, and you suddenly wish you could go back in time and do it all over again, even if the outcome would still be the same.

"It's a good thing you guys broke up because you're too powerful together," Chanyeol jokes but doesn't realize it falls flat.

You fall silent, barely feeling Dabin shift closer to you so that your arms are against each other in a gesture of comfort. You feel eyes on you, and you look up to see both Junmyeon and Minseok looking at you with sympathy in their gaze. Minseok quickly looks away and changes the topic before it can get any more awkward, and you couldn't be more grateful.

Slowly, your eyes trail to Baekhyun, and it registers in your mind that he's gone silent as well. He looks deep in thought. Almost like the words affected him too. Like he wishes they never graced the air. Your eyes trail down to his hands, and you see him absent-mindedly playing with his girlfriend's fingers, something he did a thousand times with you.

You rip your gaze away as a sick feeling begins in your stomach, but not before Baekhyun notices your stare. You try to play it off, pulling Dabin into a side conversation until you feel his gaze drift away and take a deep breath. You can do this. You've got this.

Almost unwillingly, your eyes find their way back to Baekhyun. The sight before you has the air in your lungs vanishing and your heartbeat stuttering. Baekhyun leans toward his girlfriend as she leans back against him, and he kisses her lips softly. He kisses her like she's the most delicate and precious thing in this world, and it feels like your heart is being ripped from your chest.

The edges of your vision blacken. The couple is the only thing you can see, but it's almost like they're moving away from you, like you're seeing them but not really. A tiny whimper might have escaped your throat, but you're not sure. The only thing you're sure of is your fight or flight response kicking in, and you quickly choose the latter.

You're on your feet and escaping the room before your brain can completely register it. The only thing you know is that you need to get away as soon as possible. You need to distance yourself from them.

The first viable option you find is the bathroom. You quickly duck into the small room and shut the door behind you, locking it and leaning against the hard wood. Air burns your lungs as you suck it back into your body, and you finally start to notice your eyes burning. Blinking rapidly, you try to calm yourself down and make sure no evidence of your near breakdown is visible on your face, though your exit was glaringly obvious.

You move to the counter and flatten your palms on it in an attempt to ground yourself. Mumbled voices reach your ears, and you can hear the worry and questioning behind them. Instant regret slams into you when you realize you have to go back out there and face everybody, face them. Your temporary escape was only that. Temporary.

You thought you were prepared to face him, to see him with his girlfriend, and everything would be fine, but it's so far from the truth. You don't know if you can actually do this, but you have to try. For your friends. For Yixing. For yourself.

Working up the courage to go back out there, you take a few more steadying breaths and straighten your body. This is going to be embarrassing and awkward, but it'll pass. You'll make it through this night, and you'll never have to see Baekhyun and his girlfriend again if you don't want to… You almost hate yourself when you realize you'll gladly see Baekhyun again. No matter how much it hurts.

Coming up with a weak alibi, you flush the toilet and turn on the sink, pretending as if you went to the bathroom. You check your reflection as the water runs, making sure you're not splotchy and look normal. Once you're satisfied, you quickly wash your hands before shutting off the sink and drying them. You then swing open the bathroom door like everything's normal.

The conversation quiets down as you enter the room, and when nearly everyone is staring at you, you offer a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I really needed to use the restroom."

The looks on their faces tell you they don't believe you at all, but they kindly accept the lie and focus on something else. When you sit down, Dabin gives you a worried look, but you wave her off and do your best to focus on her conversation with Jongin. It takes all of your willpower to not look at the seat across from you. Especially when you feel two sets of eyes boring holes into the side of your face.

You continue on like that for the next hour. You talk to the people around you, let their conversations pull your attention, and avoid Baekhyun's area like the plague. You allow yourself to live in the lie that everything is okay - that you're okay. It works. Barely.

"Dang, the chips are gone," Kyungsoo looks mournfully at the empty bowl.

"Beer too," Sehun adds, looking just as sad.

Knowing there's more in the kitchen, you stand up and offer to grab some more. Yixing shoots you a grateful smile since he's in the middle of a phone call, and you wave him off. You could use the distraction.

Walking into the kitchen, you take a moment to yourself before you move to the refrigerator and open it. You hear footsteps behind you and assume it's Yixing coming to help you, but when you turn to say something to him, you find out you're dead wrong.

Baekhyun stands in the doorway, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as he lightly nibbles on his bottom lip. Your heart slams against your ribcage as you take in the sight of him, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"How are you?" He quietly asks.

It takes a moment for you to find your voice. "I'm okay… How are you?"

Baekhyun looks unsure of your words, but he's no longer in a position to question them, so he slowly nods. "I'm good."

"Good," you mumble, happy that he appears to be doing better than you. It'd almost hurt more to see him suffering like you are.

When words fail both of you, you put a fake smile on your face and say, "It's great we were all able to get together today."

Baekhyun's expression appears pained. Partially because it's sad that this is where the two of you are now, but also because you know he can see that you're hurting. Baekhyun always knew how you felt almost before you did, but you aren't going to allow that to be on his conscience. You both agreed to separate. He doesn't need to be punished because he found happiness again.

"Yeah," he clears his throat. "It's great to see everyone."

You hum and turn away from him, pulling the drinks out of the refrigerator so you can focus on something else. Something other than the most beautiful man in the universe staring at you like you're his favorite broken toy, and he doesn't know how to put you back together even though he desperately wants to.

"Are you okay?" He finally asks.

Your eyes fall closed, and you steady your breathing before you face him again. In the most believable voice you can manage, you say, "I'm fine."

"Don't…" He immediately says, shaking his head. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Your voice comes out a little breathless due to the intensity behind his eyes.

The pained expression is clear on his face now. "Don't lie to me. Don't try to put on some face with me to save my feelings."

"Baekhyun, I'm not - "

"Please…" His voice cracks and that paired with the honest and raw expression in his pleading eyes is nearly your undoing.

You can't do this. You can't tell him the truth, but you can't lie either. Not to Baekhyun. You've never lied to him before, and he knew you like the back of his hand anyway. He'd know you weren't being honest. It didn't matter, though, because you can't tell him how you really feel. You can't tell him and upend his new world. You won't.

You open your mouth to speak, but he's quick to cut you off. "Don't lie to me, either… I know you. I know you're… hurting."

Debating the ramifications, you meet his pleading stare with an honest one of your own. This could be your one chance to tell him how you feel. Even if it doesn't change anything. Even if he acknowledges it and walks away, at least you told him…

"It hurts…" Your voice breaks. "It hurts seeing you be like that with someone else. It almost hurts to breathe in your presence, and it kills me to not be by your side because I am still so in love with you… so deeply in love with you that I'm scared I'll never be over you."

Your words nearly end on a sob, and you're amazed that you're able to get that much out. That you somehow found the strength to push them from your mouth.

Baekhyun's face is a mixture of surprise and shock. He knew you were hurting, but you don't think he knew how you were still in love with him. How much it hurt seeing him and his girlfriend today. A look of pure anguish and grief takes over his features, and you realize he has no idea what to say or do. He didn't expect any of that to come out when he asked if you were okay. Maybe an "It's hard" but certainly not "I'm still deeply in love with you".

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. What can you even say to something like that? You immediately feel ashamed and like an idiot. He has a freaking girlfriend. She's right down the hallway for goodness sake! He's moved on. He doesn't still love you, and you should've kept your mouth shut like you originally planned.

"I'm so sorry," you blurt out. "I shouldn't have said anything."

You quickly move past him, trying to get away from what just happened, all while repeating how sorry you are for saying anything. Though, before you get past him and free of the kitchen, he grabs your arm and stops you.

"Wait."

"I shouldn't have said any of that."

"Will you please just let me talk?" His voice is more serious than you've ever heard it.

You squeeze your eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I know you've moved on. I should've kept it to myself."

"No, you shouldn't have." His grip tightens on your arm. "Now, will you just give me a moment to talk?"

Your eyes find his as tears threaten to leak from them. It's completely selfish not wanting to listen to what he has to say, especially after everything that just fell from your lips, but you can't be broken up with twice. You can't be rejected again, even if the first time was mutual. The first time nearly broke you. You didn't know if you'd survive a second time.

Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you shake your head and back away from him, preparing for your getaway. "I'm sorry… I can't."

Baekhyun's Pov

Baekhyun stands completely dumbfounded in the kitchen. Your words replay over and over in his head until he feels like he is in some sort of sick dream.

He's wanted to hear those words from you nearly every day since the breakup. Dreamt of it dozens of times throughout the months, and he considers pinching himself to make sure he's not dreaming right now. To make sure that you really just told him you're still in love with him. The person he had fallen so head-over-heels for it had knocked the breath out of him.

You still love him… but… he has a girlfriend now…

The feeling of being ripped open cracks his chest, and Baekhyun doesn't know if he's ever been more torn in his life. You're you. You're everything, but it didn't work out the first time, so why should he be stupid enough to think it'd work a second time? Especially when there hasn't been much change in either of your circumstances.

His girlfriend is amazing. Thoughtful, caring, giving… She makes him happy. She helped him come back from the darkness he felt when the two of you broke up. Helped him realize he could find someone to be happy with again, but she also wasn't you.

He sighs, having absolutely zero clue of what he should do. The tiniest part of him wishes he never asked, wishes he never knew your true feelings. That's just the selfish part of him that doesn't want to inevitably hurt someone he cares about.

It was already hard enough being here in your presence and having to relive old memories. Now, he has no idea what to expect as he walks out of the kitchen and back to the main room. He's unsure if he should look at you or not, but as he passes you, his eyes try to find yours regardless. He silently begs you to look at him, but you refuse. Your eyes are laser-focused on Yixing as he talks, but Baekhyun is positive you have no idea what he's saying. You're so still. He knows you're waiting for the hammer to fall down.

Baekhyun sits down, his girlfriend finding her way back on his lap again, and now all he can think about is how this sight might be killing you. If he were in your position, he had no idea what he would do. All he knew was that it wouldn't be pretty. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, causing his girlfriend to look back at him curiously. He flashes her a smile and decides to push your words out of his head and focus on the present.

That would be a lot easier if your actions didn't keep drawing his attention right back to you. Every time you speak or laugh, his eyes are drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He can't stop himself, and he's unsure if he even wants to.

You're just as beautiful as he remembered. Just as eloquent and lively as before, but he can see the difference in you, no matter how much you try to hide it. You're hurting, just as bad as he was, if not even more. Baekhyun feels sick at the thought. He thought the breakup would help you both, but it's clear it had the opposite effect. It destroyed you instead.

Your words continue to repeat in his head like a broken record. He knew how much it cost you to speak those words. To admit to being in pain and scared. To admit to being in love with him still… and it'd be a blatant lie for him to say he doesn't still have feelings for you.

The moment he heard those words from you, he wanted to take you back immediately. He wanted to pretend the breakup was just a nightmare and go back to the way things were. He almost told you he still loved you too, so much that the thought you felt even an inkling of the same electrified him. If you hadn't stopped him, if you had allowed him to talk, the two of you would probably be making up for lost time right now.

Shifting on his lap catches his attention, and he looks away from you to see his girlfriend watching him. Guilt threatens to drown him. None of this is fair to her. She doesn't deserve to have her boyfriend focused on someone else. She deserves the world, and Baekhyun is just now realizing he can't give it to her. He can't give her all of him because you still hold such a massive piece in your hands.

"What happened in there?" She softly asks.

Baekhyun's entire being freezes. He has no idea what to say. He barely even knows what to think himself, but he certainly knows that now isn't the time for this conversation. The two of them needed to talk in private, so for now, he'd play it off and act like everything is fine.

"Nothing," he gives her a soft smile. "We were just catching up is all."

Her eyebrows raise, and he knows she's smarter than that. She knows there's more to it.

"You both came out looking like different people."

Her words startle him. He hadn't realized how transparent he was being. Do they all know that something is going on? Is it written on your faces?

"Let's talk about it later," he says as gently as he can.

His girlfriend pauses for a moment before she says, "She still loves you, doesn't she?"

His breath escapes him, and he looks at her in surprise. If he felt like he was drowning earlier, a tidal wave was now crashing down on top of him too. Any chance of a lifeboat coming in and telling him everything will be okay is minuscule. How did she know?

She only nods, like the answer is clear to her. "And you?"

A tight feeling in his chest rises to his attention, and he has to remind himself to breathe. He doesn't want to hurt her. That's the absolute last thing he wants, but his silence gives her the answer she needs.

She turns away from him, slightly nodding to herself as she processes the information he didn't mean to give her yet. When she looks back at him, he sees acceptance on her face, almost like she expected this to eventually happen. A small smile and slightly watery eyes meet his gaze, and Baekhyun wants to pull her into the tightest hug. She doesn't deserve this.

She leans toward him and kisses his cheek before lowly murmuring, "Don't let her get away this time."

Before Baekhyun can even respond, she stands up from his lap. When people turn to look at her, she smiles and then turns to Yixing, thanking him for his hospitality. After that, she turns to the door and walks out, not only of Yixing's house but of Baekhyun's life.

A few people glance at him curiously, but all he offers them is a small smile. Even though he's feeling anything but calm. He's completely dumbfounded. Again. He's shocked by her actions, relieved that she gave him an out without so much as a word, and guilty for feeling relieved.

Baekhyun didn't know if he'd ever be able to do what she just did, but it completely fits her personality. Her soft and selfless nature, which only caused his guilt to grow, but… this is exactly what he wanted. He knew he couldn't be with her. He didn't want to be because of you.

He carefully watches you, and though you're trying your absolute best not to look over at him, he can tell you're dying to know what just happened. He thinks over your relationship, the small moments he deeply cherished, and all of the light and laughter you brought to his life… All the hell of not being able to see and spend time with each other was worth it for all those little moments you had together. He's still deeply in love with you too.

Y/N’s POV

Curiosity is getting the better of you. You're dying to know why Baekhyun's girlfriend left. Did she have somewhere else to be? It didn't look like they fought or anything. In fact, she kissed him on the cheek before she left. Surely, everything is okay between them… There's no way Baekhyun told her what you said, right?

You try to focus on Jongdae and Kyungsoo's conversation, but your mind is too busy running wild with possibilities and theories. You made a mistake telling Baekhyun your real feelings, didn't you? That's why she left, isn't it? No, that doesn't make sense. Why would that cause her to leave? It's not Baekhyun's fault how you feel, and it's not like he feels the same.

Well, you assume not, but you didn't exactly give him a chance to speak on anything you said. You tucked your tail and ran like your life depended on it. Baekhyun moved on, though, so you are assuming you're correct. Then again, you know what they say about assumptions…

You keep glancing over at Baekhyun, but he never looks your way. Actually, he barely looks at anyone. He just looks deep in thought as he stares at the armrest of Chanyeol’s chair. It drives you absolutely insane that nobody speaks about what happened. Your friends are some of the nosiest people you know, and you know they're dying to find out why Baekhyun looks spaced out and his girlfriend left.

As the night wraps up, you say your goodbyes, giving the people you don't see often extra tight hugs, especially Yixing. After making him promise not to be gone so long next time, you glance around the room to make sure you got everyone. When you spot Baekhyun talking to Junmyeon, you debate for a total of 10 seconds if you're going to say goodbye or once again tuck your tail and run. You choose the latter.

Grabbing your things, you exit Yixing's house, thinking you made a clean getaway when you suddenly hear a "wait" from behind. You freeze on the front porch, knowing that voice all too well. When you turn around, you see Baekhyun running toward you, almost breathless.

The determination in his eyes startles you, and when he takes a step toward you, you almost take a step back. Managing to stay still, you allow Baekhyun to reach down and take your slightly trembling hands in his. You look at him with wide eyes, your voice gone as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

"I still love you too," he says, eyes searching yours. "We made a mistake breaking up. We should've stuck it out together, living in those short moments of bliss when we could make time for each other. If I had known we'd both be miserable, I never would've allowed it to happen. When it was just me… I could handle it, but I can't handle you being unhappy too."

Your mouth parts in shock, and you search his face to try and understand if this is really happening. These are the words you've wanted to hear from Baekhyun for months. You want nothing more than to be with him again, but… it's no use. There hasn't been any change in your lives. Maybe you're slightly less busy, but it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Baekhyun… Those words mean everything to me, but…" you whisper, "nothing has changed…"

"Can you really walk away when we both know that the other's hurting? When we both know what the other wants?"

Could you? Walking away the first time was hard enough. Now, you know what both sides of the coin look like, and you know you'd rather suffer the time you have to be apart just for those little moments. You want to be with him. Desperately. Without him, you're half the person you used to be.

"No…" you whisper, searching his eyes.

He can read the feelings on your face loud and clear. His hands drop yours and come up to cup your face. He pulls you toward him, meeting your lips halfway. You immediately open yourself to let him in, and he takes advantage, tongue swiping against yours feverishly. The both of you pour your entire souls into the kiss, letting the other know all the things you want to say but don't know how to word. Suddenly, it's like everything clicks into place.

A pounding sound startles you apart, and you both turn to see your friends banging against the glass of the window that overlooks the porch. A couple of them cheer while others continue to pound on the glass with happy smiles on their faces.

A grin overtakes your mouth, and you glance at Baekhyun to see he's wearing a matching one. His eyes twinkle as he looks at you before he pulls you back to him and kisses you just as passionately as before. The two of you put on a show for your friends, who eat up every second of it, and everything feels right again.

Baekhyun pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. You breathe in each other's air as he happily stares into your eyes.

"I'm never letting go of you again."

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silent-dragon · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Esca!

The day is here! Here is the full art of Bloom Birthday Esca.

Bouquet Meaning

Pink carnations - His Affection towards others

Snowdrops - His Hopes for the future

Yellow Butterfly Milkweed - Sign of him ready to let go or moving on from something/someone

Catnip - His Love for Cats

Forest Moss - His attachment to Nature

Wish him well today with asks if want he will reply to them to give thanks.

🌙🦌🧡

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Birthday Interview Below

Note: This Esca is post his dorm's story so some things in art and interview reflect this. His name is one such thing as before Damián was his first name. I made sure to not be too spoilery of the story since in progress of posting it.

Birthday Interview

January 12,2023

Birthday Man: Esca Damián Delgado

Interviewer: Sigurd Romeo-Henry Farscrew

Location: Serendipia Dorm - Night's Meow Entrance Room

🌙

Esca: Such an eventful start of the night. Usually I'm the one doing the party set-up so it feels odd.

Esca: I have a strange feeling about this interview thing..I am not great at being questioned if I don't know who is asking them.

Sigurd: Evening Sir Delgado!! I have arrived as foretold.

Esca: Oh? Hello Sir..uh…oh..I am terribly sorry I am bad at remembering names sometimes.

Sigurd: Ah quite alright tis is I Sigurd Romeo-Henry Farscrew!

Esca: That's quite the name..but evening Sir Farscrew are you here as the question asker?

Sigurd: Very so! I was given paper of words to ask thy heart.

Esca: I am..very nervous now..also if possible can try to speak plainly? Sorry I just remember your friend telling me to ask you if hard to understand you.

Sigurd: Yes yes apologies I will do so I got too excited so my words return to tongue.

🌙

Sigurd: I start asking the questions listed here to say. To start,"Is there a job you wish to pursue?".

Esca: A job? Hmmm..ah a nature photographer.

Sigurd: Oh? Can elaborate on why?

Esca: I've always been a nature lover since I raised myself mostly in a forest yet I haven't seen all the kinds of nature possible so a job that lets me see it all and share with others would be perfect.

Sigurd: That does sound like you have your mind set on it. That requires you to travel a lot I feel like?

Esca: Yes,which I've never done much of due to fears but after what happened to me here I am ready to do something different that tests me.

Sigurd: Would the journey be by yourself?

Esca: No, I would be taking my brother with me. He has the same desire to see more of the world but is often too sick too so I will care for him as we both travel and take pictures of what we see. Sable also would come along as he loves travel as well. There's another who I hope to see during the adventure too…

Sigurd: Another? Oh..hmmm do I sense..romance?!

Esca: I….no uh I just meant a friend I will miss once years are over. I've made a lot of friends so often I will miss them…

Sigurd: Sir I won't pry but the pause in your voice says I perhaps am right..

Esca: ……

🌙

Sigurd: Uh..next question! "Your most precious thing you can't live without?"

Esca: ..cats…

Sigurd: Cats?

Esca: Yes..

Sigurd: ..Nothing more to say?

Esca: No..

Sigurd: Alright..I will write that down as cats in all capital letters to fill space. Sorry I do understand you're not the type for interviews.

Esca: Yeah makes me feel I am put on the spot for doing something wrong.

🌙

Sigurd: Very true they are troublesome most times so last question! "Something you wish you knew beforehand?".

Esca: Who I was before the truth hurt some people I cared for.

Sigurd: I see! Is this about the incident that happened here last month? I believe only your dorm students know about it, us outside only heard rumors.

Esca: Yes it is and I am sorry I can't say exactly what happened as I was told not to by staff for safety reasons but know it has changed me a lot as you can physically see.

Sigurd: I do but didn't ask as unsure if rude to ask about it.

Esca: It is fine I've gotten used to it mostly but makes things a bit hard to do. My mind also is more informed on things I dearly wish I had known before but all I can do is move forward.

Sigurd: May I ask if will get it fixed or keep it as is?

Esca: I know I can with magic but since it's a reminder of an important moment in my life I am going to leave it as is for now. In future I may do something about it if it interrupts me.

Sigurd: What an enlightening statement I may need to follow those words myself. The interview is now over! I'm sure you're ready for the merriment?

🌙

Esca: Thank you Sigurd for being a pleasant person to speak to. I am looking forward to what everyone has prepared for the party. They didn't let me help out at all so it will be a surprise.

Sigurd: May I accompany you to this? I'm used to invitations..

Esca: Of course! As I said I had no control over this party so I'm unsure who was invited from outside the dorm but I invite you as the birthday man himself..though Sable might be a bit ruffled I am doing this.

Sigurd: The sweet songbird! I've missed his beautiful voice and soft feel of feathers..Oh I am so excited.

Esca: Haha..yeah he will be mad but no matter let's go before I am late to my own birthday party!

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Groovy art to be posted later!

used utapri ranmaru fantasy circus sr art as pose ref

used assets from bloom birthday Lilia & Jack for some outfit details

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #oc birthday #twst oc birthday #twst fandorm #serendipia #esca #damián #oc bloom birthday

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sennqu · 2 years

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Hello! Refreshed this post to be a lot easier to scroll through. Will be updated as I go along making new analyses and stuff.

tag used for general ST posting/unlinked analyses: strangely blogging

🕸️-- My Henry / Lore Theories --🕸️

The Upside Down Hawkins as a recreation of the day Henry "fell in love at first sight" with Will Byers

plus an additional theory of why Henry only starts his plan in S4

Henry as Will's Foil

a.k.a Henry is "Gay Villain" Will

The Incongruence Between Arc Themes and Character Narratives in ST S4 (outline)

a.k.a why Season 4 sucks. This post is the basis of why I think it's possible that Henry's purpose in the narrative is to be: El's nemesis, Will's foil, and Mike's rival

Theory on How Will Vanished

tl;dr: Henry and El both played a part

Henry Throughout the Series (S1-S4)

My most exhaustive analysis on Henry and how he relates to the pre-S4 plots + how they are connected to Will and Henry's S4 plans

Kinda disjointed since I did these more as an in the moment thing than focusing on an organized outline

Owens, Will, Henry Connection Part 1

Owens, Will, Henry Connection Part 2

S5 Assumptions

💙-- My Mike Wheeler Analyses --💙

Five Tenets of Mike Wheeler

a.k.a the basis of my interpretation of Mike’s character throughout the show

Mike's S4 Cali Retrospective

whether you think byler is happening or not, this write-up will make sense. just cross out the romantic byler component for platonic byler

this write-up also links to other analyses I've done on Mike so as to not make this post longer than it has to be, I'm not linking most of the ones already linked there.

links in Cali write-up include: Mike's feelings pre-visit, Mike’s POV on the airport/roller rink scene, why Mike thinks El commissioned the painting

addendum: Mike is insecure of both losing Will and El in S4 which informs his actions in the season. like, he's afraid he's lost his best friend and now his girlfriend seems to be getting along fine without him too

Why Mike Isn't Dealing with IH: point by point ramble

Why Mike Couldn't Say ILY

Why I Think ST Defies the Born Sexy Yesterday Trope

💛-- My Will Byers Analyses --💛

Will's Romantic Arc Write-Up

this analysis spans mostly S3 and S4

Five Tenets of Will Byers

companion piece to Five Tenets of Mike Wheeler

Will's Birthday

Why I Don't Think Will Has (his own) Powers

🌈-- Byler Analyses / Predictions --🌈

Why I think Byler is likelier endgame than MiIeven

Why Mike being Oblivious is a Good Thing for Byler Endgame

Meta Reason Why Mike is Just Oblivious

Guide to Successful Byler Endgame

Mike and Will

Simplest, Broadstroke Path to Byler Endgame in S5

The Importance of the Quarry

Bestfriendship

El as Mike's Superhero

Ways Will and Mike Lose Each Other

When Did Will Become Mike's Most Important Person?

When Will Suffers, Mike Suffers too

Mike IS Going to Live With His Boyfriend, Dammit (Fanfic!)

Will tells Mike that the Byers-Hopper family will be moving away from Hawkins in 3 months. Mike makes a wish: "I want to go with you."

5 chapters from different POVs as Mike goes along telling everyone that he IS going to live with his boyfriend.

Set after a hypothetical happy ending S5. Established Byler.

Fluff/Slight Drama

finally cross-posted to AO3 here

🔻-- Bizarre Love Triangle Redux --🔻

a.k.a my theory that Henry - Will - Mike is the actual main "love triangle" of Stranger Things. This also connects to my other Henry / Lore Theories. uses the tag: bizarre love triangle redux

Why I think Henry and Mike are Rivals

Will's Role in the Triangle

reminder: Kindly do not equate my theories about this triangle as endorsement for pedophilia in real life.

#ku blarghs #strangely blogging #extra extra material #<- this tag is so i can find this post again when i search for it lmao #oh and #byler #bizarre love triangle redux

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Keep reading to wish Ro a happy birthday

....

* you awake in a field full of wildflowers.*

???

Odd, this isn't like a normal Ro boat post

Usually Ro gets straight into the smut. With mediocre writing and 100 spelling mistakes because she's too scared and a virgin to write normal sfw.

The sun felt good on your skin and the breeze felt nice and refreshing You turn your head nothing but flowers.... until Something catches your eye in the distance, you could just barely make it out when you squint.Why not? you thought before toward the figure.

A young woman with they/them energy. Her figure wasn't all the way there, you had to rub your eyes before her figure just seemed to take a shape more palatable for your comfort. it wasn't until she noticed your presence and turned around where you saw a mask covering the face.

A wooden carved mask that love to vaguely like a sheep.

She spoke in the Forbidden undertale language that you can somehow understand.

"Oh?...Um Hello,... h-how did you get here?"

...

"Y-you wanted to wish me a happy birthday?!"

... "Oh...T-thank you..."

...

*you turn on your heel to be on your way before the masked person stops you*

"Wait!"

" you somehow time and space to get here I should offer you something in return..."

*you hear boss music*

...."fight you? Lolol no!"

* Boss music stops*

" I'm just a porn writer on the internet I can't pull some freaky Sans bullshit"

" I'm not going to punish you for your sins."

"no matter how much sin I've seen"

" but I'm not going to let you leave and Empty handed...

Ah! I've mentioned him a few times i do have another Oc... only for this one special day you can meet him... "

" but I warn you I made him in high school as much as I love him he's very close to me and probably super cringe"

....

"No... No Nsfw you sicko" She joked "just a date"

"If this is not what you want click off right now... If So.... I'll take you to him! HERE! WE! GOOOO"!

*she makes and ultra Worm hole before pushing you inside*

Dinner date with Luca

The city, bustling with people going to lunch or work or whatever destination they were going to. You? A date. You had never seen his face before but the two of you agreed to meet up at the park.

The park was mostly empty understandable since it is a Monday, except for a man sitting on the bench he looked well dressed exceptionally dressed some would say a little overdressed. His hair was long jet black and slicked back but the main thing you noticed was his eye, a piercing cobalt blue. He sat there patiently as if he was waiting for somebody.

Your eyes Met. Giving you a small smile and a wave.

He stands up stretching before making his way over. " Excuse me? My apologies if I'm too forward but are you my date today"

He looks at your formal casual clothing letting out a sigh and a nervous chuckle " Oh goodness me I overdressed... Haha... oh well, when heard I was going to be with somebody as stunning as you, I knew I had to look my best!"

He holds his arm out " Don't worry about a thing today, I scheduled a reservation at a restaurant for the both of us"

You hesitated at first before wrapping your hand around his arm.

The two of you walk side by side as he led the way to your destination occasionally looking down at you and smiling. Odd he seemed so... Happy so expressive. "Oh?" Slipped from his lips when you stop suddenly he watched your eyes light up that's something in the window a pastry oh it looks so good but it seemed to be from one of those fancy schmancy pay $100 for a singular cake pastry.

"Do you like that?" He whispers into your ear as smooth buttery voice sending chills down your spine. " I could get that for you it's not too much money."

Your eyes widen shaking your head.

However your date doubles down "hahaha! No, no I insist" you try to stop him but he's already walking inside the bakery.

You watch him in the window the woman at the counter her eyes widened her cheeks dusted pink. You can just barely hear their conversation but the woman at the counter seemed really happy.

Your date points out a cake in the display case the same one you were looking at before. The total is $150. Oh God that's so much. You saw your date pull out his wallet from his back pocket as he pulled out his Platinum Card an $100 bill slips out of his wallet.

He lets out what you assume is a laugh his hand rubbing the back of his head, he bends down to pick up the bill and slides it forward before swiping his card.

"Keep it... you seemed upset."

He waves that the woman at the counter and leaves the shop.

He hands you the box with the slice of cake, you are... well words can't describe how you feel right now he basically just spent $200 on a slice of cake.

" I'll carry this for you, after our humble little dinner date I'll give this back to you"

Why does he seem so unfazed?!

My man... did you just get a date with the 1%???

You take his arm and nod. Your date smiles happily letting your hand wrap around his arm.

The front part of the restaurant looked clean and prestigious, yet simple, hell the name of the restaurant even had a fancy cursive lettering. Whatever awaited inside terrified you somehow.

Your date held open the door for you letting you walk inside with a big smile. So polite. The first thing you saw was the opened bar and some of the patrons. you felt under dressed compared to older nicer and no doubt extremely wealthy people.

The waiter noticed him "Ah Mr.Okazaki you're a little early but we have your seat, follow me"

Not going to lie this place is kind of freaking you out it looks like something out of a Pinterest picture.

Your date pulls out your chair first, letting you sit down before setting himself.

" I apologize if this isn't up to your standards, I go to this place a lot so it's the only thing I can think of"

The person was too stunned to speak

' my standards?! He is worried about my standards?!'

Honestly you don't think this is a "humble little date"

Your date picks up the menu opening it he looks so you took a peek at the menu, good fucking-

$105 for three course meal?! You slowly close the menu, looking up at your date who seems to be concentrated on the menu in front of him his hand on his face as if he was deep thought,

You spoke up braking his concentration,

"What's your name, I haven't gotten it when we met"

His eyes widely looking up at you,

"W-what is it?" You say in a low voice not wanting to draw attention.

" nothing it's just your voice is beautiful, my name is Luca"

Luca notices your discomfort he frowns "ah, I understand now..." He gets up from his seat walking over to your side sitting next to you opening your menu "we can order together how about that?" He spoke in a hushed tone that was somewhat calming.

"Do you like sea food? If not I'll eat it,

His finger moves to the appetizers section

"Does the Rainbow Crudo sound good?"

You read the the description skipping the things you don't understand like what a 'Hamachi' is , or a Lemongrass Ponzu...Vietnamese Caramel Popcorn the hell?

Luca sees your confused look. And moves on to the next thing

" A roasted beet and fig salad? Made with arugula and kale topped with delicately grated haystack goat cheese and drizzled with Cherry Guanciale Vinaigrette"

His voice dances over every word with grace, as if he has studied this menu for years, he doesn't studder or pause for a moment. You could listen to him read a phone book.

It's not what you were choosing, you just wanted to hear him talk more. He speaks with such elegance, his voice sounds warm, refined and oddly comforting.

"Luca I think ill take Marinated Grilled Shrimp"

He smiles "Of course my love"

You feel warmth rush to your cheeks, with that cute smile and heavenly voice.... He's dangerous... And he doesn't realize it.

Luca's finger moves down the menu to the main course, "Do you like duck?" reading the first thing listed.

" I've never had it." You respond you don't feel as anxious as you were before, people in the restaurant were staring but you didn't care and he didn't either it was just the two of you enjoying your day together.

" it's pan seared duck Breast with Apple and Salsify Slaw, and- oh...?" He stops over a word he had a look of confusion on his face

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah it's just, I don't recognize that word"

The word his finger rests under Au Jus. Your instincts trigger and you pull out your phone typing in the words in Google, and reading the results.

"It's a French culinary term, meaning with juice "

" ah, that makes sense my French is a little rusty."

You poke his shoulder giving him a smirk

" I thought you knew everything~"

Lucas snorts letting out a chuckle " whatever give you that idea?"

Lucas stayed beside you through the entire dinner enjoying your reactions as you tried the new food he has ordered for you. You had to hold back your shock and somewhat disappointment at the portion sizes.

The air outside was chilly so he lend you his coat before opening the door for you.

" today was nice" you said sure it was a bumpy first start he did kind of overwhelm you for a bit but he was a really sweet man, you still don't know how you feel about him paying for the entire meal and giving you an expensive gift.

Luca smile "I'm glad you liked it, I had a good time"

"I have to go, I have somebody picking me" you said holding back your disappointment. You hand his jacket back to him.

His smile drops just a little, ah must his time with you have to end so soon?"Keep it, it's cold today...." Luca drops completely pausing for just a moment "W-will I see you again? I would love to take you on another date."

" Oh yea? Where to next, your private yacht?" You joke.

" Oh heavens no, the weather is much too cold for boating."

He pulls out his phone probably to call up a ride.

What.

" I have to go now, be safe, people get kind of unruly this late"

You feel a slight pain in your heart you don't really want to leave him do you? You just met him though... But if you leave now... Will Ro ever take you back to him?

Luca waves his goodbyes. But not before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Your heart flutters, fingers feeling the spot where his lips touched

You can still see him... technically the day doesn't really end until 12:00... you have a choice...

Will you run after him?

#happy birthday to me thank you for all who's following me here's my gift to you #oc: Luca #he's a really fun character to build and write for #this is the only time you'll ever see him :)#not going to lie it kind of feels like a secret route of a dating Sim where after you romance all the characters he opens up lolol

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Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 4

Now that that's settled. Who's ready for what's next?

This part was accidentally posted on Wednesday, I apologize for my mistake. You don't know how embarrassed I was. So, if you've read this already, I apologize. If you haven't, enjoy.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Reference to Lesson 16. Kind of emotional.

Themes: Birthday. Romance.

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Mephistopheles, all brothers implied, Barbatos, Belphie, Leviathan

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It was the day before your birthday, and luckily, this year, it landed on the weekend, so you wouldn't have to go to RAD that day, but you had to get through today first. And it started off... strange.

When you awoke, you quickly got up to get ready for the day, knowing it was your turn to make breakfast. Quietly, you went to the kitchen and made breakfast, your usual style, embellishments, garnishes and all, and set it out for the boys.

Except, for each brother that came down, they took their breakfast to go, much to your dismay. They were all early, so it wasn't like when they were late and usually took breakfast on the way, or not at all, so you were a bit disappointed since you were the one who made it. Lucifer came by and swiftly kissed your temple on the way out, barely saying "Good morning," before taking his breakfast with him too.

Decidedly, you shrugged it off. After cleaning, you went to RAD and proceeded with your day. It was mostly normal, at least. Your friends wishing you happy early birthday and the like, hugs and head pats all around. However, you could scarcely get a word in with the boys as they hurriedly went from class to class, barely saying hello when you crossed paths.

"Down?" Mephistopheles said, sitting next to you at lunch. You rolled your neck in at the demon.

"Is hell freezing over?" you asked indignantly.

"Why?" he looked at you, confused.

"You're sitting next to me, that's why," you replied.

"You wound me, MC. Most would fawn over my presence," he said arrogantly, but you couldn't quite tell if there wasn't a hint of humor there or not.

"Whatever," you finally said, defeated. It was better than being alone.

Lucifer walked by at the far edge of the RAD cafeteria and saw you two. Part of him bristled, merely because Mephistopheles was by far his least favorite demon. However, Lucifer couldn't be too mad when it was Diavolo who asked the purple-haired demon to watch over you today as everyone else was busy with other activities. Before you could get a glimpse of your lover, he was already gone again.

The rest of the day was fine, there was no Student Council meeting, so you wandered over to Diavolo's office to see if he was busy. Sure enough, his "Out of Office" sign was up, so you went home in resignation.

It wasn't terribly out of the ordinary for all the boys to act strange near your birthday or other important events, it's just a little disappointing when you pretty much get ditched for the day in favor of whatever it was they were doing. Maybe I could hang out Mephistopheles? You thought, and then snickered. No, I'll pass. I'll just use this as my day to be alone and get some work done.

Once at home, seeing no one was home except you, you went to your room, put on some headphones, and drilled away at your homework and royal studies. Things were processing fairly easily today, so for once, it didn't seem too bad. It was refreshing, to say the least, to finally have something go right with this stuff.

You weren't sure how long it had been, so you looked at the clock to see it was well past dinnertime, and no one had said it was ready. You were pretty sure it was Beel's turn, and he would never miss such an occasion. When you left your room to look in the kitchen, it was empty, much to your surprise. Back in your room, you looked at your D.D.D. and had no messages.

With a sigh, you returned to the kitchen and grabbed a snack, figuring it was better than nothing, and you were too lazy to cook.

After finishing your homework and acing that finances study guide Barbatos made, you were done. It was almost midnight, and you stretched. Your stomach rumbled, and you realized maybe your snack wasn't that filling, so you snuck out quietly to grab another, even though it seemed like you were alone still in the House.

You barely touched the fridge door when the power went out. That wasn't a problem. You could see perfectly fine in the dark, except when a bag went over your head and someone grabbed your arms, forcing them behind your back.

Instantly, you changed to your demon form and used your full strength to fight back, sinking down to the ground to slip out, but your opponent seemed to be as strong as you, so there were three guesses as to who had a hold on you. It was a silent struggle, as you refused to scream in hopes you could get out of this without being knocked out. They instantly pinned you to the floor, and you felt yourself being tied up and pulled back to your bound feet. You heard the noises of a portal being opened, and your assailant pulled you through.

"Barbatos, I swear to the ninth ring if you don't–" You started to seethe once you were still.

The bag was pulled back over your head, and Barbatos smiled. "How did you know?"

"I only had three guesses, and one of them regularly opens portals," you replied.

You blinked, realizing you were in the Demon Lord's castle, in the ballroom.

"What are we doing?" You asked the butler.

"Ah, I'm here to explain today's festivities to you," Barbatos said.

"My birthday needs an explanation?" you asked.

"Indeed. Today, everyone has agreed to spend an allotted amount of time with you. To make things streamline, we designed a schedule for you, and I will teleport you to each person at the designated time," he stated.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "How interesting. Well, okay, I guess I can't say no. Do I get to know the order?"

"Wouldn't that ruin the surprise?" Barbatos asked, smiling.

"I suppose. So, who's first? And why are we starting at midnight?" You asked.

The demon butler merely smiled and opened another portal behind you. "Enjoy yourself, and let me be the first to say, Happy Birthday, MC."

Before you could say anything, the portal came forward and engulfed you, taking you somewhere new.

-12am-

"Hi, MC," a voice behind you said. You looked around, the room was dark, but the ceiling was high and domed. It was almost like the planetarium, but you knew it wasn't the House of Lamentation.

Finally turning around, Belphie stood there waiting for you.

"Happy Birthday," he said. You smiled and approached, hugging him briefly. "Ready?" He asked.

"I guess, I'm not sure what we're doing though," you replied.

Belphie opened the door he was next to and gestured. You went in and saw what looked to be an exhibit, walls lined with panels with photos and paragraphs. All the walls were decorated with stars and beautiful artworks.

"This is the new space exhibit I was telling you about. I rented it out for just the two of us to look at," Belphie explained, standing next to you. You gave him a big smile and hugged him. He reciprocated immediately, savoring your embrace.

He let you break away first, and then he asked, "Shall we?" You nodded, and you two proceeded to look around. It was gorgeous, the Devildom sky. It was different from the human world, with different stars and mythos. You learned about the brothers' designated stars, the ones discovered over the millennia, their star maps. It was gorgeous, and you appreciated the artwork other demons had made in honor of the exhibit and the stars they were dedicated to.

"What do you think? You've been pretty quiet," Belphie observed, still looking at a panel about Beel's star.

"It's wonderful Belphie, I can't believe how beautiful this all is," you replied, in awe.

"Ah, I need to show you this then," he said, walking over to another panel. He pressed a button and the ceiling above you both opened up, revealing a condensed version of the Devildom sky, almost like the planetarium at the House. "Come here," Belphie called to you.

You walked over and watched as he played with a few buttons, and you looked up to see how he could zoom in on certain areas, highlight certain stars and their names. You gasped at the beauty of it all. Walking away, you stood in the middle, neck craned up to see it all. This was what it truly meant to be starstruck.

Belphie chuckled at your reaction and walked over to you. "I have a present for you," he said.

You turned to face him, and he held out a pillow for you. Though at first, it looked ordinary with a black silk case, but when you tilted it around, you could see the Devildom sky embroidered on it, both sides.

"Oh, Belphie!" You gasped again. "It's lovely." You ran your fingers over the embroidery, the sky at your fingertips now.

"Do you like it then?" Belphie asked. "I wasn't sure what to do get you, but this seemed the most fitting. The pillow is nice too, I have one like it now. But the case I had made, hoping you would be reminded of me and the world you're now a part of every time you go to sleep, and I hope you only dream of how happy you are to be with us."

You nearly wept at his words. It wasn't often you and Belphie had moments like this. The memories of him helping you with sleep casts and managing your pain whenever you got hurt or were being dream tortured resurfaced, and you couldn't help but throw your arms around him.

"I love it, thank you," you whispered tearfully.

"I hope you don't mind, but I want to say something else," he added. You pulled away to look at him. "I know you've been struggling, and I want you to know I kind of get it. After the attic, I struggled, you remember. But I made it through, with your help. So, I hope you know, you can count on me to be there for you too."

You nodded at his words, smiling as tears ran over your cheeks. "Now don't cry, MC, you know I hate that," he said jokingly, taking his sleeve and wiping them away. "Now you're probably wondering what we're doing for the next hour," he stated.

He proceeded to lay out his pillow and jacket, kneeling to the floor and patting down the spot next to him for you to join him. You obliged and smiled. It wasn't a moment with Belphie unless you two were napping.

-2am-

A portal opened next to you, waking you and Belphie up. You looked over at him and he smiled, waving his hand. "Go on, go see who's next. Have fun," he said, reclining back again. "Oh, and I'll take your gift home. It'll be on your bed when you get back," he added.

You nodded and got up, walking into the portal. As soon as you walked through, loud music filled your ears. Instantly, you turned as saw Levi sitting on a couch, waiting for you. You recognized the music and smiled.

"Hey, MC! Happy birthday!" He said, standing up. Awkwardly, he stood there for a moment before opening up his arms. You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, smiling. He carefully reciprocated and then quickly pulled back.

"Are you ready for my turn?" He asked, smiling again after regaining his composure.

"I am, what do you have planned? Though, I have a pretty good guess," you said, looking around the room. It was just you two in a bar that you recognized. "Karaoke? Just you and me?" you asked.

"You guessed it! We're going to rock out to the best anime hits in the last decade, I hope you're ready," he said cheerfully, setting up the karaoke system. You chuckled and nodded, sitting down while you waited.

While he was setting everything up and his back to you, he said, "I just want to say, I hope you have a good day today. I know things have been kinda rough with becoming a royal and all that. I just want you to know I'm here for you. I know I'm a shut-in who doesn't ever leave his room, but you know you're welcome to see me. We don't have to talk, just hang." He paused. "I know what it's like to not feel good enough. But you'll always be good enough to me, so don't forget it."

"Levi..." you started to say.

"And done! Let's do this, MC," Levi said, fist pumping and clearly avoiding what he had said. You smiled and decided to leave it alone.

The two of you jammed out to your favorite anime theme songs, ones with definitely names too long for you to remember but nonetheless enjoyed anyway. Levi planned a whole list, including some of your favorite human world hits he knew you liked, and you two were the greatest karaoke stars to have ever lived, at least, in your minds that is.

After nearly two hours of this, both of you collapsed on the couch, finally realizing you two hadn't done this in so long, you two were out of shape.

"Levi, what have we done?" You asked, exasperated.

"I'm never doing this again," he rasped, his breathing ragged.

You looked at each other and started laughing, though that didn't help how tired and sore you both felt. It was several minutes before you both caught your breaths and sighed with content.

"Oh, yeah, back at home I got you a birthday present," Levi stated. "I got us matching figurines of an anime you like."

"That's sweet Levi," you replied, turning to him. He blushed and looked away at the opposite wall, trying to not freak out.

A portal opened up next to the couch on your side, and you looked back at Levi, "Thank you for everything," you said with a smile.

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