𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣: 𝗳𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ˏˋ°•*⇢ ɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ✧ 𝘐𝘷𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. ⋆ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ [sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ - ] ☆

๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 ━━━ found family exists or 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 ━━━ love isn't trustworthy ( UNDER REWRITING, 25/04) ( anthony lockwood x male!oc ) ( ©remusslover 2023 ) ( originally on quotev - still found there )

Max Mayfield x fem OC season 2 - ✅ season 3 - ✅ season 4 - ✅ season 5 - WRITING✍️✍️✍️

"ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ, ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᶦⁿᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ..." 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 Will Byers x Male OC Platonic Male OC + Female OC + Male OC Stranger Things 1-5 Started ; August 13th 2021 Ended ; ??? Published ; March 7th 2022 Editing Process ; November 2025 - December 2026 Somewhere In My Heart ; Aztec Camera Previously Known As 'I'll Be Your Thrill' "...ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ˢᵖˡᶦᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵘᵉ, ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷᶦˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ"

[ COMPLETE UNTIL SEASON 5 ] some say hawkins is cursed... luke hopper would know all about it. being recognized only as the chief's son isn't easy, though its the last thing on his mind when he gets thrown into the world of interdimensional beings with a motley crew and his crush. [ stranger things 1 - 5 ] [ steve harrington x male!oc ]

Lucifer hates Alastor. Alastor hates Lucifer. This is QUITE obvious to everyone in the hotel. But Lucifer isn't exactly in the best state. The time for his wings to molt for the month had come around . . . and so had his heat cycles. The fact that they came around at the same time for him was a rare thing in angels, and a pain in Lucifer's ass. But when a certain radio demon offers him help with both of these problems, Lucifer finds himself developing feelings he hasn't felt in a LONG time. Alastor and Lucifer hook up, both thinking it would be a one time thing . . . until it happens again. One hookup leads to another, and at some point it leads Alastor and Lucifer to begin questioning just how much they hate each other . . . and just how much they might actually enjoy the other's presence. DISCLAIMER: art is by Goldsnek on Tumblr. NOT MY ART

"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring. Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." Billy teases "Whatever Hargrove, you can leave, you wouldn't want to leave your date waiting." Darian grumbles under his breath. Billy's smirk broadens. "Jealous." "Never." .... Darian Wheeler, the twin brother to Nancy Wheeler is decidedly gay, but has never admitted it to anyone other then his best friend. But come on, this was the 80s. Billy Hargrove, the half brother of Max Mayfield is so far into the closet, he couldn't even spot the closet doors. Billy and Darian meet unexpectedly one night and ever since then, they continued to dance around one another, pretending there wasn't a spark between the two. .... Mature Ratings.

BOOK THREE Ben Morris never meant to become the center of anything. He's used to orbiting - around friends, around drama, around people louder and brighter than him. Julian and Paul have always been that kind of gravity in his life: familiar, steady, a little chaotic. But this year feels different. 
Closer.
Charged. Lines blur, loyalties shift, and suddenly Ben is caught in a place he never expected to be: noticed. [experimental, could be read first but will allude a lot to the previous books]

BOOK TWO On the outside, Julian Douglas has everything: college athlete, good grades, friends who think he's unstoppable. But inside, he's unraveling. And the one person who ever made him feel whole-the boy he loved and lost-is the one person he can't let go of. Paul Jones is brilliant, beautiful, and broken. His art reaches millions, but behind the screens and gallery walls, he's drowning in silence, addiction, and a love that still lingers. When Julian and Paul collide again, old wounds resurface, old habits threaten to consume them, and both must decide if love is enough to heal what life has shattered. Heartbreaking, intimate, and unflinching, Alone explores the raw edges of mental illness, addiction, and the desperate, dangerous hope of holding onto someone who feels like home. : : : "I'm your boyfriend, Jules." He looked so sad then, so completely vulnerable and it was my fault. It was all my fault and I didn't notice until it was too late. "Do you forget that?" Maybe I did. Maybe I thought ignoring him would stop these feelings from surfacing, that missing him wouldn't take over if I never thought of him. And Paul had sighed, his hands coming up to wipe the few tears that hadn't fallen. His cheeks were flushed, he'd done enough crying for the day, and his hair was all over the place from his frustrated tugging. We'd both looked rough but seeing him just as a mess as I was... it made my heart hurt. So did his next words and I knew he'd already given up. "Do you wanna be with me or do you just not wanna be alone?"

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.