#I Am Aware That I Am An Asshole I Really Don’t Care About All Of That Though (αтнαи)

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A/N: :3 I was inspired to make this because of another post I was reading. This is my first time publicly posting fanfiction, so let’s all keep an open mind if there are mistakes !!

Doppelganger? Francis Mosses x Reader

Warning: Angst? I think this qualifies as angst.

wc: 900+

There is a routine, there has always been a routine. Why is today different, something is different, but what? Something feels off, but everything is in order, you’ve checked, double checked, hell you even triple checked, why does today feel… off? “Darling..?” His voice, did it always sound like that..? Did he always… look like that? He tilted his head toward you, as he slowly lifted his arms up to your shoulders. “Oh Darling. You must be tired. You’ve had a long day at work, rest, I can take care of everything else.” You sigh looking at him. His smile was warm exactly how Francis would always look at you.

“You’re right, I… I must be exhausted, nothing seems to be out of place. I’m sorry, I must look crazy.” You let out an airy laugh as you rub your face. He let out a quiet laugh, moving your hand aside and replacing it with his own. “It’s just one of those days, even if you do look loony searching the apartment.”

You lean forward, resting your forehead against his chest. When did this feeling of something off start to consume you? He didn’t move to embrace you, just letting your head rest on his chest. He slowly eases you off him, turning you around steering you toward the bedroom. “You should rest, whatever was wrong will be alright tomorrow darling.” He said softly. You nod walking to the room, he didn’t follow you.

Time felt as if it was moving extremely slow, the clock was ticking but was the time passing? Changing alone, that felt new, was Francis still wearing his Milkman attire?

The bed was cold, you hated the cold. Francis was warm, he… where was he? You just stared at the ceiling, beginning to darken as the sun had set. Left alone with your thoughts, acutely aware of every noise in yours and Francis' small apartment. Maybe an hour had passed when you heard the soft click of the front door. It’s night, where could he have gone, perhaps he wanted to smoke before bed.

You turn on your side, pretending as though Francis was there. “Today was rough, Francis.” your voice came out in a croak. Francis was facing you, laying on his side. “Mm, tell me what about it was so rough.” You sigh, rolling onto your back. “You’re why it’s rough, stupid man.” His chuckle is slightly loud, it sounds just like you remember. “Mm, really, I don’t remember doing wrong by you?”

You turned your head toward him looking into his eyes. He was still on his side, his face serene like he was madly in love with you. “You didn’t come home, how am I supposed to tend to our apartment by myself asshole.” Francis finally rolled onto his back. “Mm, I don’t know what you mean, I am home.”

You were pulled out of your daze from a click of the front door. Hastily you stand, making your way to the living room. It’s dark, you can’t see a single thing, you can see his silhouette though. Slowly you reach toward a lamp. “Don’t turn on the lights.” He spoke sharply, it wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

“Oh, darling, why aren’t you in bed.” He says exasperated. His silhouette stalks toward you. Your hand trembles, hovering right above the switch of the lamp. You make the move to turn it on lights once more. “You turn on that light, and you will die like Francis!” Your blood turned cold at what he said. “Do you want to die? Francis, sure didn't.” His voice spoke, you knew deep down, you knew this wasn’t Francis, you just were unable to come to terms with it.

His hand went over your own and you could feel a wet sensation on it. “Just go to bed darling, and nothing has to happen. We can forget about all of this.” He… It? It leaned in resting its forehead against your own. You were terrified and also mourning at the news It had told you. “Why… Why did you have to take Francis? My Francis…” You shook as you tried to hold in your grief. “Because it was easy. He delivered right to my doorstep, or well to my old identity’s doorstep. He was just supposed to be a snack, until I saw his memories. He lived in what is quite literally a temporary livestock farm for me.” It let out an excited breath, you could feel it against your face.

“I’d rather not kill you, it may give me away to the D.D.D, but if you don’t go to that fucking bedroom and go to sleep, I will.” It threatened you. You let out a sobbed, before covering your mouth. It had a tight grasp on your other one, it showed It meant it. “I can’t…” You croaked out. “You can, or you will die.” You shook your head violently, ripping your hand from his grasp, bringing them both to your face.

It sighed. “You fool, I gave you the chance to live, at least you’ll be reunited with your beloved Francis.” It says in a condescending tone. You can’t help but cry, both out of fear and anguish. “Before you die, don’t you want to gaze upon your beloved's face once more.” It clicked the light on, not even allowing you to answer. It ripped your hands from your face. You take in the bloodied sight of Francis face, you can’t help but sob once more.

“I’m so sorry Francis.”

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DAY NINE: Hate Sex w/ Ex!Fratboy!Bucky Barnes (ft. sorority sister!reader

a/n: I cannot begin to tell yoy how fucking aware I am that this is late and I'm almost falling behind but ohmygoodness I've been literally exhausted for the past two days. I'm lowkey pissed about it because I was super excited to write for this day and actually writing for it felt like I was dragging my feet behind me.

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Fuck James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s a piece of shit, an asshole, a womanizer, a player, a liar and a dirty fucking cheat, but goddamn it, why do you always find yourself here? 

You hated him – no – you do hate him! 

Even people that hate their exes like the fact that they catch their eye, that they can’t find it within themselves to look away from them, that in some way, some capacity, they will always want them, that they will always be theirs regardless of whoever they get with in the future. 

Bucky knew you’d come to the party at his frat, and you knew that you would go with every intention of fucking with him. To everyone else, you were just bitter exes - that needed to fuck out whatever was going on between the two of you - so when you showed up in a dress that fell just below your ass, your friends figured you were just trying to get laid; but no one knew that this was his favorite color on you, let alone his favorite dress.

You just so happened to pick it out, that’s all! Couldn’t a girl want to pamper herself nowadays?

You fake laughed at whatever the dude that had fallen right into your trap said, a manicured hand lifting up to slap him on his arm gently, making extra sure to graze the naked skin of his arm that was exposed by his muscle tee with your acrylics. You fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently, a faux sweet smile on your face. 

Subconsciously, you knew that you wanted Bucky to take you home, or to his room, or to wherever the fuck he wanted too – but you’d never admit that to yourself. You couldn’t. He couldn’t win this game of cat and mouse, not without a fight, and you just so happened to love playing dirty.

You could feel Bucky’s stare burning into your back. Your bodycon dress was completely strapless, leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts threatened to spill out over the top. You weren’t a sorority slut by any means, one of your sister’s had that covered, but still, you were going to go home with somebody tonight.

Even if he was an idiot.

“That’s so funny, Aaron.” Aaron laughed nervously, cheeks blooming a deep red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s uh- actually Eric.” Right. “Sorry.” You giggled, raising the neck of your beer as if it was some sort of explanation for the fact that you don’t really give a shit about what his name is and more about what’s in his pants.

Before you could speak, your eyes raised up to meet Bucky’s, who was standing across the pull, two ladies vying for his attention as he puffed on what looked like a blunt. It looked like he was in the same boat that you were; that he didn’t care about what they were saying, only you.

Biting your lip, you turned your gaze back to Aaron – Eric. 

You knew you’d have to up the ante in order to get him to move, because right now you know he thinks that you’re all bark no bite. You’ll show him.

“You know…” You made a finger walking motion up his arm, the tips of your nails now slightly digging into his skin. “How about we get out of here?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “It’s too crowded… and loud.” Your hand finally rested on his upper bicep, giving it a soft squeeze. The poor man’s jaw was slightly dropped, as if he was a fish out of water. 

“Yeah, yeah, I-” He attempted to say, but when you raised your gaze again, Bucky was gone, and you had forced yourself to bite back a wolfish smile because you knew he was on the move somewhere.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” Bucky’s voice sounded as he approached the both of you from behind. Eric looked as if he had seen a ghost, but the poor boy had no idea that he was just a pawn in your game. 

“Oh- uh- nothin’ man, just talking.” You raised a brow at Eric’s shaky excuse. Internally, you rolled your eyes. What a pussy. 

“Really?” Bucky asked in amusement, not even bothering to hide the face splitting smirk that contorted his face. “Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’ as you took the blunt from him. You wrapped your mouth around it, your gaze almost challenging him as you sucked, pulling the smoke into your lungs. It burned but it was worth it to see the tick in his jaw and the slight twitch in his eye at the sight of your pursed lips.

“I think that I um- I’m just gonna go.” Eric squeaked awkwardly. All lustful intention slipped away from him as he grasped his hand and shook it. From the poor man’s wince you can tell that Bucky put a little bit too much force in his shake.

When the random guy slipped away you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Real smooth.” You commented. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” 

“I’m talking about you trying to act like you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of him.” The way you said it was as if it was the most casual thing on earth. “I almost forgot how possessive you get when you know someone else wants me.” You tilted your chin up to finally face him, and you caught yourself from almost stumbling over your words at the primal look on his face. 

You did it. You won this game fair - enough - and square.

“Too bad my pussy doesn’t belong to you anymore, isn’t it, James?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. But you weren’t scared, if anything you were turned on. 

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m right, even though anger does look good on you.” 

You went to step away, but he was quick to snatch your wrist, “Were not done talkin’.” You made a noncommittal attempt to tug yourself free. “I am.” 

The tension between the two of you sizzled like oil on a pan, beckoning, calling for someone to do something, anything, to appease the burning desire that was coiling in Bucky and yours’ guts.

“If you’re not done then I guess we should find somewhere quiet to talk then.” 

He didn’t give you the chance to offer a rebuttal because he was already dragging you away from the prying eyes of party goers, his frat brothers and your sorority sisters. You already had an idea of where he was taking you, pushing the both of you through the sea of people that flooded the house, most of them drunk or high or a hammered off of a little bit of everything that was rotating throughout the home.

When he’d found his room, he was grateful that no one had decided to fuck in it, because that was what he was supposed to be doing.

He let your body be the thing that slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

He kissed you harshly, his left hand grasped your chin while the other hiked a full leg over his hip, grinding his erection onto your needy core.

“Fuck!” You gasped, your back arching off the wood as you broke the kiss. The friction of his jeans against your pulsing clit sent you staggering for balance, your inhibitions clouding your mind when you allowed your self-control to completely flee from within you.

“Bucky baby.” You whined. The man practically preened at the sound of his old nickname, his humping turning harder and calculated. He clearly had an end goal in mind. 

“What were you sayin’ about this pussy not bein’ mine no more?” He quipped. “I still mean it.” You gasped. He growled, but nonetheless, that didn’t deter him from shoving his face in the corner of your neck and biting down on the skin. Hard.

You yelped at the pain, but it shot down straight to your stimulated core. The bite only drew you closer to your embarrassingly fast approaching orgasm. It had been so long since you’d been touched by him, and God, you missed his hands, his voice, his touch, his smell, his cock.

“‘M close, Buck, ‘m so close.” You murmured, waving your fingers through his brunette hair and tugging on the strands. You felt a burning bitterness well-up in your gut when the tips of your fingers brushed against the hard plastic of the silver crown on top of his head. You sneakily took it off before throwing it somewhere in his room.

“No need to be jealous, honey.” He teased with a smirk on his face. “Shut— shut up!” Your rebuttal only came out as a whine. You could feel the cloth of your laced thong stick to your wet labia with every grind on his jeans – which also now sported a dark spot on his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swore as you came. “There you go. That’s it, good girl.” Small whimpers slipped out of you as he worked you into overstimulation. 

“God,” He groaned. “I’ve gotta fuck you.”

Guiding his face up to yours, you brushed your lips together, holding your intense eye contact with one another. “Then fuck me, Buck. I think you have a point to prove.” He leaned forward just a bit to nip at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. 

“Fuckin’ naughty.” Bucky grunted, forcing your leg down from his hip for a moment to snatch your panties down your legs. Your hands shot out to his belt buckle, slipping the leather out of it and unbuttoning his jeans. It was your turn to shove his pants down and grab his hard on, his hot cock pulsing in your hand.

The air in the back of his throat caught at the feeling of your stroking, “God– turn around.” You did as he said and felt his large, calloused hands pushing up your dress.

“Gonna make sure everyone at this fuckin’ party knows you’re mine.” He says lowly, pulling down his underwear to his mid-thigh and prodding his tip at your entrance. “Even if you fuckin’ hate me.” With that, he entered you, splitting you in half on his cock.

You cried out at the feeling, false nails scratching at the surface of his door in an attempt to keep yourself steady. “Feels so good, Buck. So, so, good.” You mewled, your hips pushing out on their own accord to try and take your own pleasure. “Always so fuckin’ greedy.” He chided. His hands grabbed at the fat of your ass, pulling out of you only to slam back in, sending you up the wall.

Your bodies moved in a familiar symphony that had been sung numerous times before, as they hadn’t forgotten one another, they were just simply waiting for the both of you to press play.

His dick repeatedly prodded at your g-spot, the friction sending you into overdrive as you moaned, and cried and begged. “God, I think ‘m gonna cum, Buck!” You exclaimed, walls repeatedly clenching down on him. “That’s right, doll. ‘Fuckin squeeze me.” He bellowed, his own thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his end.

Your noises raised in pitch before your arms gave out and you collapsed forward, instead opting to cross your arms and rest your head on your forearms.

“Gonna cum in this sweet pussy, sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth, his thrusting growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Do it, fuck, I-” Your words died out, your body wracking with shivers as your second orgasm of the night overtook you. 

It wasn’t long before you felt his seed warm your insides, painting your womb white as your eyesight went white, and your pussy sucked him up for all he’s worth.

Your chests heaved.

“I still hate you.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less.” He said through a smile.

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You Keep Me Hangin' On - Steve Harrington

A/N: sooo, apparently it worked 😂😂😂 thank you to everyone who voted, I might keep this up since it helps me focus on a specific story😊 I mixed three different requests here so I really hope it makes sense, this one is mostly angsty but I am planning on a part two, so let me know what you think  

Requests - dawninparis​ asked: is this how you request something? i don’t know i’m a bit new to all this 😳 anyway i saw you were accepting st request so i was thinking maybe steve and reader are in an established relationship but with all the stuff happening in s4 and reader not being aware of all the supernatural stuff she gets jealous of all the time he spends with nancy and the fact he is hiding everything from you just to protect you and just basically a lot of angst (bc i like to suffer) and ending however u like even tho my heart is easily broken with sad endings 

- Anonymous asked: I would like to request a Steve story that takes place in season 4 where him and reader are dating already. Reader has noticed how awkward he has been around Nancy and vice versa. How they’ve been talking a lot more (good thing Eddie was there to keep them company😉). [full request here]  

- Anonymous asked: Hello babes, I'm not sure if you want to write this but may I request for a Steve Harrington angst to fluff fic? Haha! I just want to torture myself again with all these angsty stories. Somewhere around, reader is pining for steve and thought that she have a chance with steve but the latter thought that maybe he's still not over nancy. Reader felt hurt / embarassed by this and decided to date someone else, when she did steve realizes that she's the one that his heart has been longing for the whole time and not nancy. Thanks

Warnings: pretty angsty and Steve is kind of an asshole but also a jealous asshole xD and Jason (he deserves his own warning) let me know if I missed anything 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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You Keep Me Hangin’ On

Set me free why don't you, babe Get out my life why don't you, babe 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on

You had known for a long time now. You had just, for some reason, held on to a stupid little hope that kept you hanging to this stupid little crush. Although it wasn't that little. And that voice in your head that kept you hanging sounded an awful lot like Robin insisting that Steve felt the same way you did.

You tried to believe her. You really did. Steve was very caring and affectionate towards you. You remembered the first time you drove him home, drunk, and he asked you to stay with him. And you did. And he said it felt nice to not wake up alone. And then, it became a natural thing between the two of you. He would call you whenever he needed you. And you would call him whenever you needed him. And he showed up. He always showed up. Which made you believe Robin when she said he felt the same way you did. But neither of you spoke about it. You hugged. You kissed. You did more than kiss. You couldn't imagine your life without him. But you weren't entirely sure if he could do the same. You feared that he could. He could live without you.

And right now, it was more evident than ever. You instantly dove into the water when he was pulled back into the lake. You pulled the bats off him and fought them with whatever you could find before Nancy, Robin, and Eddie also appeared to help. You were about to help him stop the bleeding right before Nancy ripped off the bottom of her blouse and started patching him up. And you saw it. You saw the way Steve looked at her.

"You're bleeding" you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Eddie by your side.

"Huh?" you asked, confused.

"Your arm" he pointed out. "It's bleeding" he repeated and you looked down to see that he was right. You hadn't even noticed. You were bleeding. Badly.

"Holy shit!" you panicked a little, not really knowing what to do.

"Here" he said, gently grabbing your hand and taking the black bandana out of his back pocket.

"Oh, I don't want to stain your bandana. I know that's your favorite one" you told him, not really noticing the smile that appeared on his face when you did.

"Don't be ridiculous, princess. It's just a piece of fabric" he insisted, grabbing your hand and cleaning your wound gently. You lifted your head from your arm to watch Eddie as he worked on tightening his bandana around you. You found yourself smiling a little at how careful he was being. He did not seem like the loud, careless guy you always saw in school. "How's that? Is it too tight?" he asked, worriedly.

"N-no. That's perfect" you smiled. "Thank you, Eddie" you told him.

"You know, it was pretty badass, w-what you did" he chuckled.

"It was?" you asked, feeling a little nervous for some reason. You never really thought of yourself as badass enough to get that credit from Eddie Munson, who you considered to be one of the most badass people you knew.

"Yeah, I mean, jumping in the lake and fighting those bats. That was metal, princess" he smirked.

"You also jumped in the lake and fought those bats, Eddie" you reminded him.

"Yeah, but after all of you ladies did" he insisted.

"Well, you still did" you told him. "And that says a lot" you smiled.

"So, uh" Eddie cleared his throat, pulling away from you a little. "This place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?"

"Yeah, pretty much" you nodded.

"Wait, watch out for the vines" Nancy said as Robin started walking around. "It's all a hive mind" she explained.

"It's all a what?" Robin asked.

"All the creepy crawlies around here" you told her. "They're, like, one or something" you told her. "Step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat" you instructed. "You're stepping on Vecna" you finished.

"Shit" Eddie said, next to you.

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?" Robin asked.

"As far as I understand it, yeah" Steve said.

"So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate" Robin suggested.

"I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin" you told her. "But guns, yeah, sure."

"Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns" Nancy added and everyone looked at her. "I have guns in my bedroom" she shrugged.

"You, Nancy Wheeler" Eddie started. "...have guns, plural, in your bedroom?"

"Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin asked, excitedly.

"A Russian Makarov and a revolver" Nancy explained.

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one" Steve said.

"You almost deserved it" Nancy smirked back at him.

You tried to hide your upset expression but Eddie seemed to notice before he threw his jean vest at Steve and he glared back at him a little.

"For your modesty, dude" he said, making Steve roll his eyes before putting it on.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asked, walking closer to you.

"I'm fine" you said with a firm smile.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he questioned, looking at your arm.

"Yeah, but don't worry. Eddie fixed it" you told him.

"Oh" Steve said, not entirely loving that part. "O-okay" he sighed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a scratch" he said, trying to make you laugh.

You barely smiled before you followed Eddie and Robin who were climbing on trees and rocks, careful not to step on the vines. When Robin accidentally stepped on a vine, the five of you felt the Earth moving under you when an earthquake happened. Your instinct almost made you run to Steve, but you saw he quickly grabbed Nancy, who was closer to him, and he pulled her to his side. You couldn't even register the whole thing before you felt two arms grabbing you and making you fall to the ground with him as you felt Eddie's arms tighten around you.

"Holy shit!" you heard Robin, not so far from you.

"So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me" Eddie said.

"Yeah, me too" you said, feeling your cheeks burn a little at how close you were to the metalhead and not noticing a pair of eyes glaring your way. "Uh- um" you cleared your throat. "Thanks" you smiled shyly.

"Don't mention it, princess" he said, helping you up.

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As the five of you walked to the Wheeler's house, Steve could barely register what Nancy was telling him. His eyes were glued to Robin, you, and Eddie walking ahead of them. Specifically between you and Eddie Munson. He noticed he was trying to make you laugh because he could see the worried look on your face. And the worst part was that he was succeeding. He didn't like the feeling he got whenever you laughed at something Eddie Munson said. He didn't like that you had his bandana on your arm. He didn't like that he was walking a little too close to you and the worst part was when he saw his hand trying to reach for yours.

"Uh, yeah, Nance, hold on a second" he said, not even trying to understand what she was talking about as he ran over to the trio in front of him.

"Hey, Eddie" Steve said, catching up with you. "Uh, could I... talk to you?" he asked, making Eddie look at you a little confused. You simply shrugged and Robin pulled you away to go join Nancy instead, leaving the two boys behind.

"What's up, Harrington?"

"Hey, man. Uh... Listen, I just, uh... I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there" he smiled.

"Shit. You saved your own ass, man" Eddie told him. "I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there!"

"Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat. Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat's head off onstage" he explained as Steve looked at him confused.

"I don't-"

"You know? Doesn't matter" he shrugged. "It's very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying" he told him.

"Thanks" Steve smiled.

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact" he explained.

"Henderson said that?"

"Oh yeah" Eddie nodded.

"Shit!"

"Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest" he mocked Steve. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve" he smirked. "I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way" he chuckled. "That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine" he explained, making Steve laugh and roll his eyes a little. "Still super jealous as hell, by the way. Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh... normal circumstances. Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week" he muttered the last part.

"Give yourself a break, man" Steve insisted.

"See? The only reason I came in here was 'cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind" he explained. "But, your girl, right there" Eddie said, pointing at you, walking ahead of them. "She didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in" he told Steve as they stopped walking for a moment and Steve looked at you while you walked with Robin. "Now, I don't know what's going on or what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would not take her for granted, man. 'Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen" he told her. "And if you let her go, someone else might not be so stupid" he informed him.

"Are you talking about... someone in specific?" Steve asked, glaring a little at him.

"Maybe" Eddie shrugged, patting his back. "I'm just saying, Harrington. Don't be the douche I always thought you were" he said before he walked away from Steve.

As soon as you all got to Nancy's place, she, Robin, and Eddie started making their way upstairs. You were about to follow them when Steve gently pulled you back.

"Hey" Steve said, smiling nervously at you, a few steps down. "Uh- I just... um, I wanted to ask if uh-" he said, running a hand through his hair as he always did when he was nervous. "If w-we're okay? I mean, are you- uh are you feeling okay?"

"Are you?" you asked, a little confused.

"No- yeah, uh I'm fine" he sighed. "I just wanted to check if you were also... fine?"

"I'm fine" you said with a firm smile before you turned around and you tried going upstairs but Steve stopped you again.

"It's just um... you got hurt" he said, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb as he looked at the bandana wrapped around your arm.

"So did you" you told him. "And I think yours is... much worse" you said, looking at Nancy's blouse wrapped around him.

"No, it's fine" he insisted.

"Great. So, you're fine. I'm fine. We're both..." you sighed. "Just fine" you said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, frowning.

"Uh- nothing" you quickly said. "We should... get up there-"

"No, what did you mean by that?"

"Steve, this isn't the time or the place-"

"But you're upset!"

"No, I'm not, I just told you, everything is fine!" you insisted.

"Really? So, if everything is fine, why are you spending so much time with Munson?" Steve asked, accusingly.

"Ohh, you noticed that? I figured you'd be too busy with Nancy to even pay attention to anyone else!" you replied.

"Wait, is that what this is about?"

"No! I didn't mean to ugh-! Just... forget about it, okay? We have bigger things to-"

"Shhh!" he shushed you, holding up his finger.

"Um, excuse me?"

"Did you hear that?" he asked, looking the other way and walking away from you.

"Hear what?"

"Henderson!" he said, walking around the empty room.

"Well, it finally happened. He snapped" you muttered under your breath.

"HENDERSON!"

"What's going on?" Nancy asked, walking over to you with Robin, and Eddie.

"I don't know. He thinks he can hear Dustin-"

"I don't think! I can hear him! HENDERSON!"

And then, you heard it.

"Oh, my God! DUSTIN!"

"There has to be a way for them to hear us!" Eddie insisted as the five of you tried to look around the room.

"Wasn't there a way that Will communicated with Joyce when he was here?" Steve asked you, pointing his flashlight at the light in the middle of the living room.

"THE LIGHTS!"

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Robin, for the fifteenth time, I'm okay" you replied as you two tried to grab anything you could use at the War Zone.

"It's just that you and Steve have barely spoken since-"

"Since he decided to stay back at the UpsideDown because Nancy was cursed by Vecna and he now refuses to leave her side?" you snapped a little. "Sorry" you sighed. "There's just... a lot going on right now" you told her.

"I know that, but... well, you and Eddie on the other hand-"

"What?" you asked, confused.

"Come on, you can't tell me that there's nothing there-" she chuckled.

"There's literally nothing there" you laughed. "I don't think Eddie likes me that way" you rolled your eyes.

"Do you like him that way?" she asked, curiously.

"N-no" you said, nervously. "I don't know. Like I said, there's too much going on right now. And Eddie has been nice to me. He's always nice to me and... I don't know this isn't the time to focus on stupid guys, okay?"

"Love, it's never the time to focus on stupid boys" she laughed, making you laugh a little too but she quickly stopped when she spotted Vickie on the other side of the War Zone with her boyfriend.

"Rob" you said, feeling sorry and placing your hand on her arm.

"Have you ever felt like someone just ripped out your heart?" she asked, looking back at you.

You smiled sadly at her and then looked past her. "Yeah, I... have an idea" you said silently and she followed your stare to see Steve laughing with Nancy at something she had said. "Aw, well that's fun for me" you smiled, sarcastically. "I'm gonna go over there, okay?" you quickly said, walking away from Robin as she rolled her eyes and walked over to Steve, punching his arm.

"Ouch! What the hell, Buckley?!"

"Well, I wouldn't expect to find you here" you turned around hearing that dreadful voice.

"J-Jason" you said, nervously. "Yeah, well, it's just... scary times" you smiled. "Uh- I'm... sorry about Chrissy" you told him.

"Want my advice?" he asked, getting closer to you. "Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds" he said. "I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range" he said, as you stepped backwards, creating space between the two of you but he got even closer. "And that's just gonna force you into close-range combat, then someone can just grab that barrel like this..." he said, grabbing the weapon from you. "...and redirect it" he said, smiling, making you feel uneasy. "Well, you look nervous" he chuckled.

"Uh -like I said" you tried to smile. "Scary times" you told him. "Could you let go, please?"

"Sorry?"

"She said 'let go'" you heard Steve behind you and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Harrington" he said, letting go of the gun. "Didn't see you there" he said, stepping away.

"Well, now you do so..." Steve said, nodding his head so he would take the hint.

"Lovely seeing you" Jason said, before turning to look back at you.

"Hey, you okay-?"

"We need to go, now" you said, grabbing his hand.

"But-"

"But nothing" you said, pulling him with you. "Eddie's outside" you whispered.

"Right" Steve muttered a bit upset. Munson.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Hey" you were snapped out of your thoughts when Eddie sat down on the grass, next to you.

"Hi" you smiled.

"So... I guess this is a dumb question but... how are you feeling?"

"Funny, I was just going to ask you the same thing" you smiled.

"Me? I'm having the time of my life, princess. Are you kidding me? We're about to go to the UpsideDown and fight for our lives, really... it's where I pictured my life at this point, he chuckled, making you laugh a little.

"You know, you don't have to do this, Eddie" you insisted.

"Are you trying to rob me of my hero arc, princess?" he said, making you laugh, which you didn't know how was possible with how anxious you were feeling. "I was just going to tell you the same thing" he told you.

"It's just... you've been through a lot in like... what, 48 hours?"

"Yeah, it's been intense but... well, you being here kinda makes it better" he admitted.

"It does?" you asked, feeling your cheeks burn.

"Yeah" he insisted. "I mean, if... it were up to me, I wouldn't want the situation of us hanging out to be in a creepy world fighting this... monster but... I guess it's pretty badass" he chuckled.

"Well, if it involves you I would assume it would have to be badass" you smiled, making him blush a little. "So... if it were up to you... what would the situation be? U-us hanging out?"

"Well- uh-"

"Hey, Munson!" Steve said, suddenly appearing and interrupting the two of you. "Um... Henderson's asking for you" he said.

"Um- sure" Eddie said, looking back at you. "Sorry, princess. Raincheck?"

"Sure" you smiled as he got up and he helped you up too. "See you in a bit" you told him before Steve replaced his place.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" you asked, confused.

"You and Munson?"

"We were just talking" you shrugged.

"Is there something going on between the two of you?"

"What? What are you talking about, Steve?"

"I just find it interesting that every time I look at you he just happens to be there" he said, glaring at you a little.

"Well, maybe we were just talking about our part of the plan, since you made me stay back with him and Dustin!"

"I knew you were upset about that! Nancy and I just decided this was the best way to make the teams!"

"Oh, what a lovely coincidence that you get to go with Nancy!"

"And Robin!" he added. "Why does that make you so upset? Because you don't get to come and physically kill Vecna with us? I need you to stay back with Eddie and Dustin!"

"Why? Because you don't trust me as much as Nancy!? You don't-" you stopped yourself before you could say 'You don't love me as much as you love Nancy'.

"Nancy knows what she's doing!"

"Oh, and I don't? We were all down there, Steve! And in case you didn't notice, I was the first one to jump when you were dragged back into that lake! Not Nancy! I am just as capable as she is-!"

"I didn't say you weren't but I just..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I need you to stay back with Dustin and Eddie okay?"

"Fine!" you said, reluctantly. "I can't do this anymore Steve" you sighed.

"Sweetheart, I know it'll be hard, but we have this plan and-"

"No, not that! This!" you said pointing at him and yourself. "I am tired of just being your option when Nancy is not around!"

"That's not true and this isn't the time to-"

"Right... it's never the time" you sighed.

"Well, not when we're about to go face Vecna in the fucking UpsideDown!"

"You're going to face Vecna with Nancy and Robin! I'm staying back with Eddie and Dustin!"

"That's not how it is!"

"Yes, it is! That's the plan that you two came up with! Together!"

"Look, what do you want from me? It made more sense this way!"

"Just admit that you still have feelings for Nancy and be done with it so I can just... I don't know, move on!"

"M-move on? From us?"

"There is no us, Steve! Is there?"

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't know, Steve! I'm tired! I'm tired and I can't do this anymore! It's not fair!"

"Ugh! I'm not trying to make you feel like this on purpose! I don't have feelings for Nancy, okay? Why does everyone think that I still have feelings for Nancy?"

"Oh, really? Everyone thinks so? So, I'm not the only one then!" you said, feeling your heart starting to break.

"No! I didn't mean it like that! Nancy is my friend! Okay! That is it! I care about her and I don't want her to die!"

"Nobody wants her to die, Steve! But you keep following her around like a lost puppy-!"

"How would you even know since you decided to stay with Munson every chance you get?! I can't believe you're being this dramatic over Nancy. SHE'S MY FRIEND!" he snapped. "Look, I don't want to fight with you, we are all on edge, and... I just... I need to do this, and I need you to stay with Dustin and Munson!"

"I don't want to fight with you either, Steve, and I know this is probably the worst possible time, I just-"

"Hey, guys!" Dustin shouted, interrupting you. "Time to go!"

Steve sighed, tiredly and looked back at you, not really knowing what else to say, so you did.

"You know what? You're right, we have more important things to deal with right now" you smiled with tears in your eyes and you placed your hand on his arm. You were about to follow Dustin but Steve pulled you back, pulling your hand.

"Listen, I care about Nancy, yes. Of course, I do. But, I swear, she's just my friend" he told you. "And I care about you too. I do, a lot" he said, nervously. But something wasn't letting you believe him anymore.

"As a friend?" you asked, with your voice breaking a little.

"It's... complicated" he said, making your heart break into little pieces. "And I swear we'll talk about it, after this, I just-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Something was telling you that he would never love you as he did Nancy. That little voice was becoming louder than Robin's telling you he loved you just as you loved him. And you felt your eyes watering. And you knew he could see it, but he didn't say anything. Because you knew time was running out and you had to follow Dustin. So you just smiled sadly at Steve and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"I love you, Steve" you whispered, having the strangest feeling in your heart that this may be the only chance you would get to tell him this, so you kissed his cheek. Like you always did and you gave him the saddest smile Steve had ever seen on someone. "And I really hope you get her back someday."

To Be Continued

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[Part 2] 

A/N: sooo, I am definitely not evil enough to just leave it there :D this is definitely going to have a part two... so let me know what you think xD (and also, who you think she should stay with) 

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot

[emmyrosee]

“Do you think we should get a hamster?”

The question comes suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere specific- not that you’re not grateful, he’s kicking your ass in Mario Kart right now- but all the question does it make you pause the game, rest the controller on your thigh and grab a sour straw from the bowl between yourself and your roommate.

“That’s a pretty big step, atsu.”

“We literally live together,” he says, casting you a cocked eyebrow.

You roll your eyes and throw the candy at him, which he quickly pops into his mouth, “yes, and you pay me a monthly rent… which,” you look at him accusingly, “I have not received in three months.”

“Excuse you, I give you my leftovers and I force my brother to come cook us dinner at least twice a week, I’d say it’s even.” He’s pouting, actually pouting, and you click your tongue and rest your head on his shoulder to try and make him feel better.

“Okay- let’s think this through,” you begin, and Atsumu offers you a soft ‘mmhm,’ for you to continue. “Let’s say, in theory, we do get a hamster; who will clean the cage? We both work, and I don’t want to come home to a nasty ass cage. And what if we forget to feed it? And if I kick your bitchass out, who gets the hamster?”

“First of all,” he says, holding up a finger for dramatic effect. “I’m offended the thought of you kicking me out has crossed your mind.”

“Ever since I found out you drool.”

“Second of all -asshole. Second of all,” another finger extends, “I’ll clean the cage! I have Sunday’s off, and I get out of practice early on Thursday’s to visit my mom and pop. Plus, if one of us puts food and water down every morning, it will be good for the next few hours- then, I can refill it when I get home.”

“Atsu, you can barely remember to take off your shoes when you get home,” you sigh, slight amusement in your tone. “I’ve literally seen you wake up with your sneakers still on.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware this conversation was about bashin’ me,” he says, pulling forwards so your head falls, and his hands raise in defense. “Here I was, thinkin’ we were talkin’ about a hamster.” You laugh as you sit up, and even though Atsumu wants to pretend he’s offended, there’s a smirk that’s dying to spread over his cheeks, and he’s trying his absolute hardest to fight it off.

You sigh and rest your head on your hand, and it’s propped against the back of the couch, “you’ve really put some thought into this, huh?”

He nods, but it’s more sincere than you’d expected from him, “I just… think it would be nice to have some company when the other person’s not here, you know?”

“…”

“…”

“…Atsumu?”

“Shut up-“

“Are you worried I’ll get lonely while you go away with the team?”

“No!” He defends. “I know you’re a grown adult who can take care of themself!”

“I never said you didn’t-“

“You implied it.”

You click your tongue again, this time in adoration, and you move your hand to curl into his soft, golden locks, an affection he always melted into. “Sweetie, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve always been able to hold the fort while you’re gone.”

“But you’re always so… sad when I hang up the phone.”

“Am not!” You snort, swatting at his chest. There’s a beat of comfortable silence while he puffs out a laugh. “But even if I do sound sad, it’s because you’re my best friend. Of course I miss you when you’re gone.”

“I don’t want you to miss me. I want you to be happy-“

“I’m happy when you come back,” you point out.

This, has his cheeks flushing a deep pink, and his head whips to you in surprise, as if this was news to him. “What? You think I pick your ass up from the airport at ungodly hours because I felt like it? I do it because I want to. Because I care about you getting home safe.”

His cheeks burn hotter, and you giggle at the sight. His head buries in his face and he mutters a soft “you can’t just say that…” from his palms.

Taking mercy on him, he seems stern about this, and if he’s put so much thought and concern into how you’ll feel while he’s gone, hey, maybe it’s worth the shot?

“Okay,” you hum, smiling as you relish in the sight of seeing him so flustered and his cheeks a deep scarlet. You plant a kiss to his temple, and he tenses up slightly before peeking at you through his fingers.

“Let’s get a hamster, ‘Tsumu.”

#I love him #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x gn!reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu miya haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x gn!reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n #roommate!au #roommate!atsumu

[maegalkarven]

Family matters.

m!(trans)Dark Urge x Enver Gortash.

Brainworms finally got to me, I caved in and wrote a oneshot on the topic of "but what if Durge and Gortash had a child prior to all that mess"

Featuring my Dark Urge Levi, pre- and post- memory loss.

There was a living, breathing infant child in his arms; and for the first time in a long while Lord Enver Gortash was in complete loss at what to do.

“What is it?” fell rather flat down, a poor excuse of a question.

Leviathan rolled his eyes.

“A meaty flesh of some newly created life,” he huffed, visibly annoyed. “Also known as a child. I assume you’ve met their kind?”

Enver felt anger rise alongside with deeply rooted annoyance. Whatever spectacle the bhaalspawn decided to partake in, now was not the time for that. Neither it was the time for his witty itty remarks.

“I am well aware it’s a child,” he argued back just as sullenly, the said child held loosely in his arms. In his arms. Why was there a child in his arms? They were not made for holding babies.

“I’m asking why is it a child and why is it here. The questions any sane person in my place would indulge in.”

There was something...off about the bhaalspawn.

Not only Enver hadn’t seen the man for almost the entity of a year, an assassin always claiming some task of utmost importance, but now he decided to pop out of the thin air with a live child in a tow and immediately push said child into his, Enver Gortash’s, not so open arms.

It was alarming, to say the least.

“Oh, that,” Levi waved him off like it was a casual annoyance and not a conversation two adults, so-conspirers - partners - had. Like Gortash imposed himself into his free time and personal space and not the other way around. “It’s yours.”

It’s what?

“Or at least I assume it’s yours,” Leviathan followed as Enver’s thoughts came to a rapid halt. “Since I haven’t touched anyone alive but you in a long time. And look where it led me,” the look of pure disdain was all the child was getting, it seemed. “A freshly made meaty cage for a new soul. Disgusting. You’d think Father would make this shit stop and would not allow a child of banite to be born, but I guess any bhaalspawn is a good little pawn under his merciful gaze. Anyway,” a wild, excusing gesture of a hand. “I don’t have any use for this...thing. Sceleritas suggested to bring it into the fold and let my men do all the work, but well, the bother. So you can take it instead,” a winning smile what would work wonders if not for the whole absurdity of the situation Gortash just found himself in. “Think of it as of a gift. A proof of my loyalty to our cause, hm?”

Sometimes the bastard was more annoying than he was charming and his presence took a toll on the man.

Sometimes Enver wanted nothing more than to break Levi’s pretty slender neck.

That was one of these times.

“And what am I supposed to do with it?”

“Oh, whatever you want,” another wide, generous gesture. This asshole truly thought of that...child as if of a gift to be given away, didn’t he?

Enver shouldn’t have been surprised, not really, he knew Leviathan’s stance on children.

“Taste good, not much of use when alive, it’s funny when they die first” – was as good of a take as one could expect from the leader of the Cult of Murder.

“You can throw it away or feed it to the dogs. You can raise it or give it to a hag or even sell it to the devil,” another smile that’s more malicious than anything else. “I don't really care, if I'm being honest.”

Unfortunately, killing a bhaalspawn when you were holding just another bhaalspawn would prove to be close to impossible.

It would have to wait, and Leviathan Anchev still had his uses, bratty as he was.

And his appeal, as deadly as that ordeal proved to be. Or how complicated.

A child, huh? Well, Enver supposed every ruler needed an heir.

“Bring me the wizard,” was the first order out of his mouth when bhaalspawn left. The child was safely given into the care of the first competent older servant, who looked just as bewildered as Gortash himself felt. “Tell him to scan the...the-“

“The boy, my lord.”

“Right, tell the mage to scan the boy’s heritage. Let’s find who his parents are, shall we?”

Trusting a psycho murderer was an awful idea even at the safest of times, and now were not those. Levi would lie just to fuck with Enver. Levi had to lie, because there was no way this infant boy was actually his, Enver’s, flesh and blood.

***

Leviathan Anchev did not lie.

***

Levi moved away to sprawl his body across the bed, the creature of leisure he was. He sniffed the air and then wrinkled his nose, closer to an animal than any other person Gortash has ever known. More appealing in that, in his beast-like fluid grace.

“You still have this thing around,” the man commented, frowning. “Why? Playing the dollhouse? How...quant.”

“This thing has a name,” Enver couldn’t not parry. “Noah.”

Leviathan groaned.

“Oh, spare me the details; I want nothing to do with that flesh meat. Having to carry it inside my body for almost a year was a bother enough. Almost cut it out myself on multiple occasions, but Sceleritas insisted the internal damage I’d deal would be too great to handle. Idiot.” A moment of a thoughtful pause.

“You know what my destiny is, right?”

A searching gaze, reaching hands, clawed fingers cupping Enver’s cheeks almost gently. Something changed between them some time ago, but what it was Lord Gortash could not pinpoint. 

Yet something...Shifted.

Levi searching his face for some kind of acknowledgement was a sign of this.

Leviathan Anchev Enver first met would not care less about his approval. Leviathan Anchev of now was Enver’s nearest and dearest and it was pretty much a mutual kind of thing.

“I know.”

To kill everyone in the world and then himself. In Bhaal’s name. A gruesome fate, and pointless. Dull, lacking of any grandiose his, Enver’s, path had.

If only he could break off this deadly conviction in his dear ally, if only there was a way to make him stray out of this path...

They could be good for each other. They could rule together as the gods of the new age; glorious, undefeatable, perfect.

The rulers Toriel truly deserved.

“Then you know I’ll have to kill this...thing,” a moment of barely noticeable hesitation. “This... Noah.”

Enver also knew he would rather see his lover bleed on the altar of his dreadful father than let it happen.

“I do.”

“I,” another uncertain pause. “I was planning to leave you for last. To kill you and myself in one final blow; a perfect tribute to Father. But,” and really, those damn pauses were starting to get on Enver’s nerves. Levi was never short of words before, so what in the nine hells had happened? “Would you rather prefer I’d do you and...Noah... together? To kill you two in one blow?”

Ah.

Enver saw it for what it was, in the uncertain, searching gaze of his unlucky lover, in the carefulness with which he produced words.

Something warm flooded out the irritation from before; something warm and soft and entirely fragile.

It was mercy, the only kind of mercy the bhaalspawn could know. Leviathan Anchev, the man fully capable of destroying everyone and everything on his wake, offered him a tiny piece of his own surrender. A confirmation of his affections, almost a confession.

In some ways he did care.

“That would be very considerate of you, yes,” he agreed, bringing bhaalspawn close. His bhaalspawn, his ally, his lover. The father of his son.

If there was a way of bringing Bhaal down without bringing Levi with him, Enver would find and utilize it. Otherwise he’d have to kill the best partner in crime he has ever had.

And that would be...unfortunate.

Levi leaned into the touch, soft and gentle in a way he has never been before; almost fragile.

Trusting.

“Does it...know about me?” came out in a whisper, almost unbidden.

“He knows you exist,” was all the response Enver could give, enveloping his assassin into his arms, holding him closely, firmly, painfully so.

The bhaalspawn squirmed for a moment before finally settling in.

“Oh,” he breathed out. “I didn’t think you would...What you would tell him I do. Exist, I mean. I’d expect you’d spin a tale of some tragically dead wife or-“

“There is no tragically dead wife,” Enver cut off, feeling rather irritated. A mystery of complications, his dear murderer. “Only a lunatic of a murderer for a father. Not what Noah knows that, he knows we’re working together and what you’re a very busy man.”

“Hmph,” Levi’s breath brushed Enver’s neck. “I guess that is true.”

“Do you want to,” and now it was his time to be a hesitant bother. “Meet him?

At that Leviathan actually laughed.

“Oh, absolutely not, keep him and that strange dollhouse of yours as far away from me as possible. I have things to do, people to kill, empires to rule. I don’t have time for meat-things, of my own creation or not.”

And just like that, it was as if nothing has changed.

***

The alarm goes off the moment Karlach finishes the last of the Hands and flies into a wall by the force of the explosive detonating right into her face.

Enver doesn’t stop to register that, or to look around at the bodies of his faithful, to mourn his perfectly constructed plans – his watch, the Iron Throne, the little fireworks shop – because the alarm in Noah’s private chambers went off and it only means one thing.

Intruders.

He skips one step at the time climbing up the steep steps to the higher, more private level.

Could that be the remaining of Orin’s assassins?

Levi said he dispatched of them all, but surely some had to survive by the sheer luck of not being in the temple at the moment. Are those Ravengard’s forces, Florrick’s?

Is it Leviathan, finally coming to sniff out the life he himself created?

He is vaguely aware of the younger Ravengard and the pale elf taking the chase after him, of Karlach joining in.

They think he is escaping.

Idiots.

Enver tries not to think what he is leading the enemies right to his son; he’ll deal with them later. Right now there’s blazing alarm shrieking what something is wrong – and indeed it is, as he discovers with the first body lying dead on the floor. Then the second. Then the third.

All of them – with their throats ripped open, Leviathan’s favorite style.

Enver turns the corner and reaches for the door handle – the door is unlocked and half open: this is bad, bad, bad-

Then he hears a laughter and pauses.

He opens the door slowly and carefully instead of throwing it open as he intended at first.

And sees...

Levi is sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning slightly forward.

Across of him, sitting in the exact same – ridiculous – pose sits the boy not older than five. He has a dark messy hair, blazing green eyes what betray his nature, and the new game Gortash brought to him just recently. He is trying to explain the rules to the tiefling in front of him, who listens attentively, nodding here and there.

“Wow,” Leviathan Anchev comments with an air of nonchalance he didn’t have before. “I did not understand a thing. But good for you, lil one, good for you.”

“It’s really not that difficult,” Noah insists. “I can teach you! We can play together.”

Enver steps closer, somehow is still not detected neither by his son nor by his...his what?

Karlach almost crashes into the doorframe after him, but somehow manages to steady herself, takes in the view in front of her – and freezes.

So do the other two of Levi’s unruly companions. Gortash especially doesn’t like the pale one; he has a habit of sticking way closer to the bhaalspawn than it is proper.

“I am not that good at these kinds of games,” Levi admits as his tail flips from side to side and nostrils flare; he has detected him. Probably smelled before sensing. “But I have a friend with a real knack for them. He is a wizard and knows a lot of fun things; I think you’d get along.”

Noah looks uncertain.

“Are you sure?” he looks down. “I don’t think...I’m not allowed outside.”

“Really? And why is that?”

“Well,” the boy fidgets with his game. “Father says people who oppose him would try to use me against him, if they knew I existed. So I am kind of...a secret? It’s for my own safety!” he immediately adds, seeing Leviathan’s face blank out. “There’s a murderer on the loose, she really doesn’t like father despite supposedly working with him. Father says she will kill me if she finds out I exist.”

“Oh,” Levi looks taken aback at that. “I don’t think you need to worry about that anymore. If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, then she has been dealt with already.”

“Oh!” Noah brightens. “By whom?”

“By me. But say,” the spawn looks quizzically at the child in front of him, frowning slightly. “Is it just your father and you? Where’s your mother?”

“I don’t have one,” and this is definitely the moment then Enver needs to intervene, but he is just...frozen in place, turned to stone.

Leviathan Anchev he knew hated children.

This Leviathan Anchev is talking to a child as it was his best friend.

“I have a dad though!” Noah is a sweet fool, Enver taught him much better than telling complete strangers his entire life’s story. Stop. Talking. “He is...working a lot and is too busy to visit,” the boy looks down gloomily. “But! He and father are very close; they even stole from the devil together!”

Levi blinks. Then blinks once more. Then again.

“The devil, you say?” and is it just Gortash’s imagination, but did the man’s voice just rise up an octave?

“Yes! And not just any devil, the achdevil Mephistopheles!” Noah looks so absurdly proud of that it hurts. “They snuck right into his home, stole a crown from his vault and returned here. Unspotted, unstopped. Victorious.”

“What the fuck?” Karlach lets out and both the boy and the bhaalspawn who created him turn to the door.

Noah’s face immediately brightens.

“Father!” he exclaims, hastily getting to his feet and rushing to him. Behind the boy Levi gives the man the most bewildered stare he has ever seen.

“You have a child!” young Ravengard speaks out with the accusation in his voice. Enver really isn’t sure whom the man is addressing.

Noah is unperturbed.

“Father, I met a really cool guy, his name is Levi and he must be your friend because he came here with no problem at all; and he has children at his camp, two girls named Yenna and Arabella. Arabella is a druid because she stole the idol of Sylvanus and it gave her powers, and Yenna has a cat! But the cat is anxious so I shouldn’t pet it, but I can look at it! Please, can I look at Yenna’s cat? Levi said the evil murderer is dealt with, so it’s probably safe. And Levi can guard me if needed. Also there’s a vampire spawn in his camp and-“

The pale elf coughs.

“Hello there,” he tries, pulling a not entirely convincing smile up his lips. “A vampire spawn speaking. And you would be...”

“I am Noah!” says Noah right away; and did Enver shelter him too much? Damn, he has sheltered him too much. Look at the boy, he wants to befriend a vampire spawn. “I’m the son of the Archduke! Hello.”

“Yes, hi,” the elf looks at Levi uncertainly and back. “So...”

“So,” the bhaalspawn steps forward, the bewildered look stuck to his face. He crouches down to Noah’s level and takes his hands into his calloused and clawed ones. “So Noah...Your dad is the man who helped your father to steal the crown from the devil, is that right?”

Noah nods vigorously and Enver takes his time to observe the scene; the two bhaalspawns in front of each other, Levi’s posture, his relaxed shoulders, his slightly shaking hands. The tail that seems to have a life on its own and moves agitatedly behind its owner.

Three companions of the bhaalspawn, all somewhat stuck in place, with different levels of surprise stitched up their faces. The pale elf – a step closer, almost lingering at Leviathan’s side. Annoying.

Yet somehow, no matter how hard Gortash looks at it, he doesn’t sense any danger. Doesn’t see it, even with Karlach still aflame by the doorframe.

“Yep,” Noah agrees eagerly. “I wish he’d come to meet me soon. He will come, right? Once the work is done and all,” the boy sighs. “I mean, I am his son, surely he would care to come to meet me.”

“Um,” the tiefing looks uncertain. “And what if...something happened to him? What if he, say, lost his memories?”

“How? Did something hit him in the head?”

The vampire spawn chokes on a laugh and Levi rolls his eyes at him.

“Sure,” he agrees. “Let’s call it that. So...what if he doesn’t...exactly remember having you?”

“You mean if he’s lost and doesn’t know he needs to come back?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, I guess I’d come looking for him. He is my other father. It’s important.”

The force of conviction behind these words hits harder than a thunderwave.

Leviathan blinks hard, clears his throat, and then-

“You...don’t have to. I don’t remember much about my life before...certain events, but it was made adamantly clear to me I was the one to break into the Mephistopheles’ vault with your father. And if your dad is who did that, then,” he stops. “Then I guess- Enver, are you really just going to stand here like a fucking statue? Tell me if this is what I think it is or not.”

“You swore!”

“No, the fuck, I did not. Enver-“

“Now you swore twice!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake-“

“So,” Gortash steps forward, a lazy smile dancing on his lips. Gods only know how much this smile costs him. “You have known your son for the entirety of twenty minutes and already taught him a swear word. Really impressive.”

“Father?”

“Oh, listen here, you poignant prick-“

This, Enver thinks, is what family feels like.

#dark urge: levi #durgetash #dark urge x gortash #oc: noah gortash #gortash x durge #dark urge #bg3 durge #enver gortash #bg3 spoilers #levi pre- memory loss: fuck em kids #levi post memory loss: i have only known noah for a day but if anything bad happens to him i'm killing everyone in the world and then mysel #karlach is living through all 5 stages of grief bc killing gortash is one thing #but killing gortash knowing it will orphan a child who ADORES gortash is. uh. uuuuh #tfw an actual slaver and a tyrant is a better dad than ulder ravengard #I might be a lil unfair to ravengard but he did exile his 17 years old injured eyeless son. Wyll deserved better than that #ravengard is a good man but a shit father confirmed #he only ever expected the worst of wyll so fuck him #*I say as i always save him* #just to tell him to fuck off!!! and for wyll #gods know i'd do anything for wyll #also yeah levi's redeeming qualities post-memory loss is his love for children and animals #he collects strays like it's a real hobby #and now he has a whole son! his own! he MADE him! #is it ooc? do I care?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 22

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s a flicker at first. A tickle in your thigh, along your pelvis, then deeper down. A pluck within, a coolness delving into your warmth, rough against soft. You moan through slightly parted lips, half a snore as you slowly rouse from your hazy sleep. A slumber so intense, you have no dreams, no thoughts, a rare peace.

The fire stokes hire, razing up your spine and nestling behind your stomach. Another breathy sigh, this one from deep in your chest. Your eyes snap open at the brush along your hip bone, the stirring of air across your naked torso, rob untied and open, a hand kneading your chest as another crawls along your cunt.

You lift your head, your eyes bleary, mind swirling. It takes a moment before you can make out the figure knelt on the bed between your legs, dragging his face along your pelvis. The latent flow of pleasure spikes and you swing at him, smacking the crown of his head before his mouth can stray any lower.

“Are you kidding me?” You exclaim, “are you stupid?”

“Hey,” Lloyd sits up and rubs his head, “what the f–”

“Yeah, what the fuck?” You snarl, “you think you can just… touch me. I’m sleeping and you just–” Another eruption of rage ripples through you. You pull your leg back and aim a kick at him, “you fucking asshole.”

“Jesus, calm down,” he barely keeps you from slamming your heel into his crotch, “I’m going–”

“No, do you really think this is how this is going to go,” you sweep the robe closed and bounce to the edge of the bed. You hug yourself as you stand, grunting at the effort, “you think you can just fuck your way out of everything.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything, I’m trying to get in–”

“Enough,” you slap his chest as he gets off the bed, “you’re not sleeping beside me. You’re not even sleeping in this room. You can find somewhere else.”

“You can’t banish me from my own room–”

“I can’t?” You challenge, “what can I do, Lloyd? Get on my knees? Beg? Carry your child? I don’t get it, if you don’t care about this child, then why am I pregnant right now?”

He stares at you and has the grace to look ashamed, even in the low din of the night. His eyes drift away and he exhales, reaching to rub the side of his neck. He throws up his hand and shrugs.

“I meant it. When I… said sorry.”

“We both know that was only cause mommy told you to,” you insist, “and if you don’t get the fuck away from me, I’ll tell.”

“You’ll tell? What are you? A kid?”

“Well, if it’s the only thing that can put sense into you–”

“Would you just listen?” He snarls, “I am fucking sorry. I’m sorry I lost my cool. I’m sorry I flirted with those girls. I’m sorry you felt the need to go sleep out in the cold because we had one little fight. And I’m sorry I got fucking pissed when you fucked me and yelled your ex’s name. Don’t you be sorry for that, that’s on me, right?”

“How dare you. How fucking dare you. Don’t put this on me. You’re not sorry. Not to me. You’re sorry for yourself because you’re not getting what you want.”

“What I want? What I want keeps you with a roof over your head and food in your belly. Baby, if I didn’t want you, we wouldn’t be here–”

“Oh I fucking wish,” you sneer, “I fucking wish. Lloyd, are you really that fucking delusional? You think I want this? You think I wanted to come here and clean up your mess and suck your dick? That I wanted to marry you at some fucked up shotgun wedding? Or that I want to be forty and bloated with your baby?”

You growl and turn, swiping away the lamp in anger. It smashes as you fall back onto the mattress and grip your lower back. 

“I wanted to do something nice for my husband, you ruined that. I wanted to leave his cheating ass, you ruined that too. I wanted to make it on my own, work my own way out, you ruined that. You ruined my body, you ruined everything I had and it was barely anything,” you glare at the wall, you can’t stand to look at him, “you must be really fucking proud, Marion.”

He’s quiet. You hear the slow intake of air and the slower release through his nose. He clicks his tongue and shifts his weight, “no, you want me. We got chemistry, peaches, even it’s only below the waist.”

“Tell yourself whatever you want,” you grab the pillow, hugging it to your side as you lean forward to rise again, “I’ll go. I can’t have you near me right now.”

“No, you have the bed,” he says bluntly, “you and… the baby. I don’t wanna crowd you.”

You stay as you are, head low as you wait, watching him from your peripheral. He retreats, stopping at the dresser to slide open a drawer. The silence is thick and throttling. Finally, the door clicks shut softly in his stead.

You lift your legs up and fall onto your side. Typical, the asshole ruined the first good sleep you’d gotten in months.

💎

You dream of the grass and the sky. You dream of Dottie and her menagerie of toys. You dream of Harlan and his silent certainty. Lloyd and his looming presence, circling the distortion of scenes, pieced together from the fragments of your reality.

The chaos of your mind is splintered by a knock at the door. You grumble but refuse to break the surface. You don’t want to be awake, you just want to sleep. Your body wants it. You feel heavy but empty. Drained entirely.

The knock comes again and you cover your face with your arm. You groan and scratch the side of your nose. Morning always comes too soon. You roll onto your back and force yourself up, eyes drooping as you try to blink away the crust of sleep.

“What?” You garble as you sit back against the pillow.

There’s a noise on the other side of the door, the tenuous wobble of glass as it slowly opens from the other side. You swear you’re still dreaming as your vision clears and the wood swings back from the frame. Lloyd proudly enters with a tray, keeping it from tipping as he regains his balance.

He smirks as he presents his offerings, “ta da! All for you, Mrs. Hansen.”

“I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”

“Oh? Of me? That’s a good sign,” he struts over and firmly places the tray over your lap, steadying it on the folding legs, “french toast, fruit, a little sugar on top. Oh, and decaf, orange juice, syrup–”

He points around the tray as he lists the content. You wrinkle your nose and look up at him. You’re confused. So confused.

“Why?”

“Why? Uh, why not?” He chuckles as he steps back. His dark tee shirt is powdered with sugar and a smear of egg. 

“Lloyd,” you say.

He sighs and shows his palms, “that’s it. That’s my apology.” He declares in a stunted cadence, “this is sorry. I’m sorry, so I brought you breakfast?”

“Yeah, but why?” You repeat.

He gulps and puts his hands on his hips, “I… don’t fucking know. I googled it and that’s what I got. Breakfast in bed.”

You blink then peek down at the plate. It’s not burnt at least. In fact, you’re surprised at the presentation. The sugar is sprinkled across the eggy bread and fruit, while slightly askew, is placed all around the rim. There’s even an apple cut in slices and arranged like a flower at the center. The hair stands on the back of your neck.

“What’s in this?”

“Egg, milk, bread…” he begins, “oh, come on, peaches, I’m trying. This is me trying,” he whines, “I don’t fucking try and I’m trying. For you.”

You’re not dumb. You know this isn’t just about you. This is his ego. He doesn’t like being left out and for the last two days, he’s been sidelined; no donut, no hug from mama, and no manicures. Your stomach gurgles in battle with your obstinacy.

“It’s a start,” you say curtly, “but this isn’t it, Marion.”

“Please, don’t call me that,” he pleads, “I’m begging you.”

“Marion, you know, if you’re trying, you don’t tell me what to do,” you pick up the fork, “so be a good boy and let me have my breakfast. In peace.”

#lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #unexpected #the gray man

[urjanedxn]

ღ you idiot. ´

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ღ pairing: lo’ak sully x fem!omaticaya!reader

ღ summary: you’re in an established relationship with lo’ak, one night he comes back after a fight, again, and you try to get him to tell you what made him so angry. you’re mixed (human mother and na’avi father)

ღ warnings: fight, insecurity, don’t really think it needs more warnings, it’s kinda just fluff i wouldn’t really consider it an angst.

ღ note: this is the first avatar stuff i write, and yes i’m aware of his age we’re the same age, anyway, english is not my first language ;) enjoy!

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Once again, you were just sitting there after a whole day of working with your new people, you were just about to go to bed when you heard someone entering the room.

You looked up to see, once again, your injured boyfriend, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

He had bruises and was cut on his arms, he obviously had a fight with someone.

“Hey” you hear as your eyes become black, “You idiot.” you get up and walk to him, your face said it all, you were mixed with anger and worries.

“I just-” he started but of course, you cut him off “No no no, i don’t wanna hear any of your stupid excuses, i don’t care anymore.”

Lo’ak had been in fights before, every single time he came up to you, injured, with a smile hoping for you to help him.

“Sit here.” he listened, mouth shut he sat down, waiting for you to come back with all your stuff to take care of his wounds.

You came back, still not saying a word, the silence was painful, you stood in front of him as he looked up to talk to you, you didn’t even give him one sight.

“Y/N…” you gave him a death stare, of course you were going to help him but you refused to hear him.

“You promised me you would start actually fighting with words and not with your fists! You do really believe that i was going to take you in my arms and nurse you tonight? There’s no way. No way.” You screamed at him, tears coming in your eyes, he didn’t think it would hurt you that much, he really had a reason to fight every time he did.

“I-had-a-reason.” he took your hands, looking up to you, you turned your head to look at him with a pout, trying not to cry as you were really tired of your day.

“Can i tell you the story or are you gonna throw things at my face?” Lo’ak asked raising his eyebrows.

You nodded, waiting for him to talk, “I was with my brother and we were hanging out with some guys from here and they started to talk about girls, and we just started arguing because one stupid asshole said things about you.”

He looked sincere, “So you hit him? Lo’ak you are a good guy don’t you know how to contain yourself? What could he say to make you so mad to the point that you got so injured?” you were seriously trying to understand what crossed his mind.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” he replied looking at you, you rolled your eyes “I don’t care about what they said, i care about you and your health.” you answer, letting go of his hands to clean his wounds.

“Wouldn’t you stand up for me if girls talked about me like that?”

“I would, but i wouldn’t punch them and come back to you half dead.” you mock him, “Ouch! That hurt!” he dared to complain.

“Ah!, that’s what you get for being such an idiot. I can’t believe you.”

“You’re really mad at me, huh?”

“Of course i am. But i understand why you got mad.” you admitted, calming down a bit.

“Why does it matter so much, y/n?” he asked, searching for an eye contact, taking your hands back in his,

“I don’t know. I don’t like seeing you like this, hurt. You have to understand that it hurts me too.” you finally looked at him in the eyes.

“Y/n, my love, i am so sorry.” hearing this, you’re kind of relieved, you really deserved an apology.

“Thank you, for defending me though…” you said, tidying the stuff you used to patch him up.

You heard him giggling a bit then felt his hands on your waist, then he laughed letting his head fall on your stomach while you were still standing and he was sitting.

“What? what’s so funny?” you replied a bit offended.

“Nothing, you’re cute when you’re angry.” he answered, mocking you.

“Oh fuck off Lo’ak!” you giggled then pushed his hands off of you, you turned your back and he was already standing.

He took you by your hips and turned you around to face him, “What can i do to gain your forgiveness?” he smirked.

“Start by stopping your stupid fights and also, don’t expect anything you’re way too injured for that.” you said with a sad face to make fun of him too.

“I’m never too injured.”

“Oh yeah?” you said pressing a bit one of his wounds on his arm as he screamed out of pain.

“Alright, bedtime now.” you quickly kissed him before running to your bed, happy you got your revenge.

You heard him sighing then he laid down next to you, looking at the ceiling.

You tried to fall asleep but you kept thinking and thinking, you noticed Lo’ak didn’t even really try to sleep he was just laying here.

You turned around, watching him closely, something was keeping you awake, your curiosity really wanted to know why these boys upset him so much when they talked about you.

“Psst…Lo’ak?” you pushed his arm a bit, he turned his head with a questioning face, “What? What’s wrong?” he sounded a bit worried as you usually say goodnight and instantly fall asleep.

“What did they say? The boys?” you were a bit embarrassed to ask that to your boyfriend, it felt a bit weird.

“It doesn’t matter, why do you want to know that?” he really didn’t want to tell you for some reason.

“Please, just tell me i can’t sleep i just keep thinking about it…” you beg him.

“Y/n, i love you, i don’t want to say that to you.” he smiled, holding your hand.

“Come on, was it that bad?” you started to worry about it.

“No no, it’s just, you know, we don’t care about what they think, right?” Lo’ak tried to reassure you as much as he could.

“Well, it’s not that i care but i wanna know what made you lose your mind like that.”

“It was at the same time, bad compliments and degrading things that’s it.” he made a small smile and then gave you a peck on your lips before just stopping the conversation to go back to sleep.

He pulled you closer to him, in his arms, but

you were still so upset, you really needed to know, it somehow mattered.

♡ ♡ ♡

Of course, the next day, you didn’t want to ask Lo’ak about it again, so, you knew Neteyam was there when the fight happened, the only way to learn about these bad compliments was to go beg Neteyam to tell you.

During the day, you were cooking with Neytiri when you just sneaked out to find Neteyam.

When you finally found him near the beach you ran up to him, after a little talk you finally brought up the fight.

“Yesterday, Lo’ak came back after a fight with some guys, he told me he was with you.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry i couldn’t dissuade him to jump into that fight.” he apologized scratching the back of his head.

“No worries, it’s just that, you know, he refuses to tell me what the boys could’ve said to make him so angry, I had hoped that you would resolve that mystery.”

“Well, it’s not really flattering y/n. Not sure it would be really useful for you to know that.”

“Oh come on give me a break just tell me and i’ll go.” you were tired of begging for someone to just tell you.

“Okay, okay…I don’t remember it entirely i just know one said things about your body, nice ass and all, they said they’d mate with you then another said you were too human, they just talked about you as if we weren’t there, dirty things, stuff about your human blood. I wanted us to go but Lo’ak definitely wanted to kill them.”

After Neteyam told you, you thought you’d feel relieved but in fact, it kinda hurt. They talked about you like a piece of meat in front of your actual mate and all this story about your origins made you sick.

“Oh- alright, thank you Neteyam, see you later.” you tapped his shoulder and then came back to Neytiri.

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“What is wrong, dear? You seem somewhere else.” she asked, as you were lost in your mind.

“Do you think i look too human?” you sincerely questioned.

“I don’t think any of you look “too” human, you are mixed, this is how you are, having 5 fingers and being a bit smaller than the others doesn’t make you one of the sky people.” Neytiri honestly replied.

You smiled to her, she saw you like she saw her kids, just a bit different but that’s not how you saw things.

You were more human then them, at least you looked more human, and it was no secret, everybody knew it.

You weren’t just a bit smaller and had more fingers, you were a bit lighter, your eyes were smaller too and they were darker. You really looked different.

♡ ♡ ♡

The whole day, you were just questioning yourself about what some stupid teenagers said about you.

That night, when you and Lo’ak found each other in your room, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

“Y/n? are you listening?”

“Huh? you weren’t listening… Sorry i wasn’t paying attention.” you smiled at him.

“Are you okay?” he walked to you.

You of course said you were fine, Lo’ak made a small pause and then talked.

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, Neteyam told me that he told you what the boys said. And he explained that you took it great so…”

“I did, i don’t care about what they said it was simple curiosity.” you lie very very badly.

“Mmh mmh…y/n who do you think you’re fooling right now? You’re doing that thing with your ears when you lie.” he laughed.

“Wh-what ear thing are you even talking about?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Lo’ak replied, tickling your left ear.

“Fine, i just, i don’t know i thought i wouldn’t care but then i thought what if my chest is too this or my ass is too that and then my body is too human and…you know.” you admitted, looking down in shame.

“It’s okay, i didn’t want to tell you because i knew you would question yourself and get insecure. You are perfect. You should’ve seen how ugly these guys were, and still they were judging the most beautiful woman that they’ll ever see. I wish i could lend you my eyes to look at yourself, you’d see how amazing you are. And you and i, with our 5 fingers, we’re Na’avis, and our human part is only genetic, nothing about our heart is from the sky people.”

A little tear rolled down your cheek, you were always scared to not be enough for your people, especially for Lo’ak.

“I, see you.” he whispered to you before he put both his hands on your face, he pulled you into a huge comforting hug, kissing the top of your head, as you were gaining your confidence back into his arms.

You definitely needed to hear that, that’s probably why you wanted to know what the boys said, because you don’t really believe that you’re perfect.

You were so glad your boyfriend was like you, you understand him. You see him.

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thanks for reading me, hope you enjoyed that ;)

#avatar #atwow loak #loak x reader #loak sully #loak x you #loak imagine #reader insert #atwow x reader #x reader #lo’ak #lo’ak x you #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak fluff #lo’ak sully #lo’ak x y/n

[bangtaninborderland]

Risk It All (22) - Don’t lie, We aren’t friends.

Genre: Chishiya x F! Reader, smut, angst.

Warning: mentions of abuse starting from “you don’t so someone has to.” You can skip this by jumping to “you watch his face as tears flood your own.”

A/N: I’m sorry to leave it on a cliff hanger 😭 I’ll write the other chapter up today/tomorrow for y’all 😭

Ch.21| Masterlist| Ch.23

“I care about you too.” You whispered, your heart racketing against your chest. “I really do Chishiya.”

He pressed his forehead against yours for a moment longer, his breath heavy. “Let’s go.”

“Okay, where?” You asked, stepping back as he released your shoulders.

“There are a few stores a little further out, we could walk to the edge of the games, it’s likely the shooter won’t come that far out we will have to take back roads, we could stop in the house to gather whatever is there. Anything else we will get on the way.” You watch as he packs up the medical gear back into the small pouch of the backpack. “Are you okay to walk?”

“I’m yeah, fine.” You mumble, the pain slightly kicking in. “We can take the road behind the church a few minutes away, my dad took us a few times as kids.”

He looked at you almost as if analysing your opinion before nodding his head, slipping the straps over his shoulders. “You never talk about your dad.”

“You never ask. Besides what’s the reason for telling a story that holds no good.” You shrugged, regretting it instantly as your arm roared in a dull pain.

“Oh yeah, I should have mentioned that, don’t move too much and you shouldn’t have any pain.” He chuckles.

“You couldn’t have mentioned that before?” You hiss, cradling your arm.

His gaze is empty. “I could have I just didn’t, besides I didn’t realise I had to state the obvious. Stay here and let me check outside.”

“Whatever.” You groan, resting carefully against the wall.

You watch as he ducks his head outside the emergency exit, the electricity somehow disabling the noise of the alarm usually accompanied with the opening of the fire door. “It’s clear we can go just stay low and be quiet until we are a little further out.”

You watch the floor as you walk over to him, slipping out of the ajar door. “Do you think he is near?”

“I doubt it. There are no rules he can go whenever he wants, he is probably looking for the most populated area. The only way to stop him is to probably kill him but with all those guns it seems impossible.”

The faint sounds of gunshots linger in the air, the city smelling lightly of iron, of blood. “So what we head back to the house and then mountain climb? I think Usagi would be a better fit for that. Don’t you think we should find everyone else first?”

“That would be pointless. We would have to go back to the city and we would put ourselves and everyone else in danger to try and find them. Being in a group bigger than 2 is a risk, even us being together is a risk.” He explained, although his eyes were trained on the plainest of things such as the overgrown greenery or the rocks beneath his feet it was easy to see he was aware of everything. Anticipating the worst with every step.

“I guess you’re right, I just worry. Do you think they are okay?”

“How am I supposed to know, I couldn’t really care.” He shrugs, frowning.

“Seriously why are you such an asshole? I refuse to believe you were born like this.” You huff, kicking a stone at him. Regardless of the childishness of the action, you felt it was very much deserved.

“Because the world isn’t as good as you like to believe it is, you have misplaced hope.” He laughs lowly, shaking his head In bemusement. “It’s adorable actually.”

“I would take that as a compliment if It didn’t sound so condescending. The world has good you just have to know where to find it.”

“If the world is so good why isn’t your sister with you?”

You don’t know when you started crying but you felt the tears fall, the sentence enough to cause you more pain than a gunshot ever could. “Fuck you.”

“Oh come on don’t tell me THAT's what gets you upset.”

“You have no right to talk about her.”

“Well, you don’t so someone has to.”

“You fucking asshole. If you want to know so bad then it’s because she was different, she was blind and because of that, my father killed her. He hated her, hated that she was so independent despite her difference. My mother moved away when we were kids because she was tired of my dad hitting her, she couldn’t take us so she got another job in another country and left us behind. I tried to protect my sister but I couldn’t. One day he had too much to drink and within seconds he turned. He started hitting everything, there was glass everywhere. My sister was trying to protect me from him but he pulled her down the stairs. She slipped on a piece of glass and it killed her instantly. She didn’t have a moment of freedom from him. They ruled her death as an accident due to her blindness. He got away with a suspended year-long sentence for abuse. I left straight after and tried to live a good life, to honour her and to see the good in every moment of darkness just like she was for me. So yes I believe there is good in the world Chishiya because someone like my sister existed. Someone who despite facing the worst every single day came through it with a smile on her face.” You pulled out the necklace that had once belonged to her. “This is all I have of her, this is all that’s left of my family.”

You watch his face as tears flood your own. Maybe it was the blurry vision you had but for a second it almost seemed as if he was sad for you, upset. His eyebrows furrowed in shock. “That’s… quite the story.”

You realised then you’d given him exactly what he had wanted, you’d told him everything about the worst you’d been through. You knew he was smart but to trick you into talking about it was something else. “You did that on purpose.”

He laughed, nodding. “You are starting to understand me more.”

“I’ll never understand you.” You shook your head, tucking away your necklace with your good hand.

“I see why you believe in good now let me tell you why I believe in bad. I was a doctor before we all came here.”

“Your patients must have really hated you with your shitty bedside manner.” You rolled your eyes, he really wasn’t what you thought he would be.

“My patients were children and for the most part they actually liked me but regardless of what I did, I could only save the lives of those that had parents to bribe the hospital. Transplants weren’t given to those that needed it but to those that could afford it. I watched child after child die all because of corruption. That is why I believe there is no good. Because even when doing a job that is perceived to be good it is built on an ugly foundation.”

“That’s horrible Chish I’m so sorry. That doesn’t mean the world is bad, the place you were in was bad, the corruption was bad but the children were good.” You wanted to plead with him, to show him how good the world could be but even you knew he would have to see that for himself.

“You’ve got to let that nickname go.” He states bluntly. Checking around a corner as you continue your journey back to the small house.

“I couldn’t ever do that it annoys you too much. So did you become a doctor because you wanted to help people?”

“No. My parents.”

“Oh. Are they still alive?”

“Let’s not do that thing where we share life stories like we are best friends.”

“One second you worry about me the next you hate me, pick a side already. Are you SURE you’re not bipolar?” You laugh. Hoping to lighten the sudden tension between you.

“You confuse me and I don’t like that.” He huffs in irritation.

“Why?” You cock your head, your eyes were wide.

“Because caring in any situation is dangerous.”

You don’t press any more, leaving him to his thoughts as you consider your own. The walk is quiet, thankfully, with no close gunshots or dead bodies. The other games hadn’t seemed to have started yet. The indication lights on the other blimps are off rather than shining the red light as the King of Spades did.

You reach the new place you’d called home an hour or so later, the sun still bright in the sky. You turn to Chishiya. “Do you think everyone else is back home living normally? Having lunch? Playing sports?”

“I would like to think that this is some sort of mental thing, maybe our bodies are elsewhere. Maybe this is a drug trial gone wrong.” It secretly scares you just how little you all know, the world you are in is utterly different from the one you knew for the entirety of your previous life, the life that feels so long ago.

“Whatever it is let’s figure this out. So what we head to the mountains? I don’t think I can climb with my arm like this.”

“Well, then you should stay here.” He continues walking around the house, shoving things into his bag. “I’ll be gone a few hours and then be back it’s not a big deal you can just rest and make food or something.” Maybe see if you can find an old map and trace the borders that we know on it.

“You can’t go alone Chishiya.” You were firm, the thought of him going out alone scared you. “I’ll come with you it will be fine.”

He pointed to your bandages. “Let me check your arm.”

“You dressed it a few hours ago it’s fine.” You shook your head.

“I’ll go by myself then.” He heads towards the door, looking for a jacket of sorts.

“No, NO!” You shout making him turn to you. “You can check it.”

“Well, that was a short tantrum. Sit down.”

You take a seat on the small stool in the kitchen, close enough to the table so he can lay out whatever he needs. “I couldn’t see it properly in that building it will be safer to check it again.”

“Please just don’t hurt me.” You wince, already imagining the pain of the wound.

“I’ll try my best.” He is careful as he unwraps the bandage. “It looks deeper than I thought, I'll have to stitch it up.”

“Needle and thread stitch?” You feel your palms begin to sweat.

“Unfortunately yes. I have some numbing cream it should take away the pain.”

“What about pain killer?” You ask, hopeful.

“I have a stronger one here but you have to take it crushed up.” He explains, watching as you consider it.

“What will happen if I don’t?”

“It will take twice as long to heal and it could get infected. I’m sure even you know what that means.”

You hated how he sounded whenever he explained things to you, always sounding as though talking to an inferior child. “Why do you treat me like I’m so dumb.”

“How do I know you’re not?” He smirks, opening the painkillers.

“I studied literacy, I am a writer. I am educated. Stop acting like I’m so dumb-witted person because I have just as much knowledge as you do, maybe not in exactly the same way but I’m not unequal to you.” You wanted respect from him. Maybe too much.

You watch as he grinds them down, pouring them into a cup of juice. “This will take away the bad taste. Take them whilst I prepare the thread.”

You took the drink silently, gagging at the taste of the crushed pills but thankful for his idea to add the flavouring. “Chishiya how bad will it hurt?”

“I’ll try my best to make it easy just relax.” He explains, threading the needle.

“Will you talk to me whilst you do it? Help distract me?”

“Okay. Just don’t move too much.” You winced as he rubbed in the numbing lotion. “Leave it a minute and I’ll begin.”

“I’ve had stitches before but I was a kid in an equipped hospital and it certainly wasn’t like this.” You gestured to the table and then the window. He seemed to understand as he laughed lightly.

You watched as he picked up the needle, bringing it to your arm. “You know I was working the day I came here?”

You bit down on your tongue as the thread pierced the skin. “Fuck.”

“I know I know, don’t talk okay just breathe. It was late and I didn’t know what was going on. It was weird when I got here there didn’t seem to be so many people. I was supposed to assist a heart transplant for a child, it was the first time I’d actually seen a transplant to be given under the first circumstances. I wanted to be a doctor because of my dad, I thought I’d I became a doctor we would have more in common and he would have liked me a little better but that didn’t happen. It was an immature wish.”

You were thankful for his speaking, it served as a great distraction. “I’m sorry you deserved, ouch, you deserved better chish.”

“I said don’t talk.” He shook his head in disappointment.

“What do you want to do after we get out of here?”

“I’ll quit my job. I don’t know anything else I don’t think about it. There’s no point in thinking of a future that may not come you have to be present at the moment. You have to think for the you that exists now, not the you that will exist in however long.”

When he stopped to explain things without having a condescending tone it was easier to understand and accept things from his point of view, regardless of how warped it was. The you that existed now will be the you that exists in the future, but you didn’t tell him that. You couldn’t. “How much longer?”

“You’re all done.” He smiled, closing the stitch. “It doesn’t take long, how was the pain?”

“Better than being shot again I suppose.” You refrain from shrugging remembering the pain from earlier.

“How do you feel?”

“Really uh- dizzy?” You stood up, holding on to the table for support. “Chishiya I don’t feel good.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

That was the last thing you heard before everything switched off, a darkness encasing you. When you opened your eyes it was dark, the sun had set, and the house was only illuminated by the small lamp. “Chishiya?”

You had no response and the lack of movement in the house only spoke to one thing… he was gone.

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[ninjaneonleon]

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Memories of the Past

Leo knew he had messed up. He barely remembered making the deal, barely remembered pledging his soul to that damn demon crow thing, yet here he was. Stuck as a fucking bird in a tutu.

At least Donnie seemed more present.

Ever since Leo had woken up from that weird trance he’d been in while he was Leandro, weird name choice by the way, Donnie had seemed more aware and attentive to Leo than he had in years. There was no memory problems at the moment, Donnie recognised Leo and seemed determined to take care of him. Leo wasn’t complaining. It was better than getting his ass beat.

Donnie didn’t seem as attentive or aware of their brothers. Where on a good day he’d be equally receptive to all of them, it seemed like donnie only really recognised Leo. Either that or his worry was blinding him. He had sent them away as soon as Leo had properly woken up. Leo didn’t even have a chance to talk to them himself, not that he would have known what to say.

“I told you, Dee, I’m fine.” Leo waved donnie off with a small laugh as Donnie kept checking over Leo’s wings. Because yeah, that was a thing. They felt as connected to Leo as his tail did and while the fussing was nice, it was a little weird. “Just some bruises that’ll fade by tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, but you still got hurt!” Donnie wailed, clinging to Leo from behind. He was so much more emotive since becoming the Lake Guardian. “I hurt you! I’m not supposed to hurt you, Leo.”

“You hurt Leandro. You didn’t hurt Leo. You hurt the asshole who was pretending to be me.” It was a weak argument but it seemed to do the trick. Donnie relaxed and rested his head on Leo’s shell, just between his wings.

“I’ve hurt you enough since I’ve been here. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Leo’s expression softened. “You won’t.” Somehow, he knew that was true. Donnie would always recognise Leo now, even if Leo didn’t see Donnie as himself and instead as Othello. Why Othello, though?

“Hey Donnie? Why did the lake change your name?” Leo asked softly. “And why did the potion change mine? We have names, really cool names, so why did they get changed?”

“Leo… do you know what the lake is getting me to protect?” Donnie asked softly. Leo shook his head. No matter how many times Leo had asked in the past, Donnie had always glossed over it, point blank refused to talk about it or seemed to forget. With how aware he was now, it made sense that Donnie was more willing to share. “I’m protecting myself. My soul. And Odette’s. Normally the distinction is… hard. But since you’ve been here, I can remember it’s both of us down there, not just me.”

“Odette?” Leo blinked, then frowned. He knew that name. “Our sister?”

Donnie shook his head. “No. Well, not exactly.” He took a breath. “Odette was the last Lake Guardian, a mutant like us. And she was out here to protect her from her father.”

“The crow,” Leo whispered, his eyes going wide. “He wants her back. That’s why he wants the treasure.” His wings fluttered a little in discomfort. How could Leo have ever made a deal with someone like that? “And she’s my sister because he became my father.”

“He hated Odette and wants to destroy her even now.” Donnie nodded. “The Lake is here to protect her, a gift from her mother. And now, so am I. The magic saw me and thought I was her.” He laughed weakly. “I’m a mutant, I have mystic powers and—“

“And you’re a dancer.” Leo finished. “You basically told the Lake you were her. But wait, if the Lake is protecting her, where is she?”

“Her body is gone, her soul is still here. She lived a long time ago.” Donnie sounded sad. Because it was sad. Leo thought that Odette was someone he loved, he remembered her as his sister. They danced together, right? In the foyer of the castle. Danced for mother and father.

Leo groaned. No, that wasn’t right.

“Donnie, I think I’m remembering things I shouldn’t.” They didn’t have a mother. And Leo’s sister was a human called April, not another swan. Was he a swan? No, he was a cro- a turtle. “My head hurts. I don’t understand.”

“Leo, what do you remember about the potion you took?”

What did he remember. “It was… blue. Blue and glowing. And when I took it… it was like I was in the sky, but at the same time I was safe, deep underground.” God, it sounded like he had a drug trip or something. “And then I started to dance when music started and I knew all the moves and their names and it felt so—“

“Natural. Like you were remembering something you already knew.” Donnie finished with a sigh. He shook his head. “Leo, I don’t think it was just a potion you took.” Leo looked up at Donnie then, fear clawing at his chest. “I think it was a potion mixed with a soul.”

“What?! Whose soul?!” Leo screeched.

“Odille. Odette’s twin sister.”

So yeah! Part 5 is a thing now! I might even make a master post this thing is getting way bigger than I thought it would. Also I learned a bit more formatting it looks a little nicer. A little.

Edit: Part 6 is now a thing!

Swanatello belongs to @tangledinink

Crownardo belongs to @dryad-druid

You guys make me happy with your creativity ❤️

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fic writing #crownardo #swanatello

[bellabrady]

Hey! I want to say absolutely no hate here, you can think whatever you want about characters, I just want to make some points for you to consider! If it makes you change your mind, cool! If it doesn’t, well that follow button doesn’t need my finger on it since we clearly have different views :)

I am not going to be commenting on Chim begins since I haven’t watched it in a while, but I just finished rewatching Hen Begins and was discussing Bobby Begins Again with someone, so here we go.

In Hen Begins, Tommy is never hostile towards her. He doesn’t defend her from the captain, but he’s also a young gay man who is probably terrified of that same hate being turned to him. When Hen is doing her speech on the fire truck most of the crew has tightened jaws and seems mad, but Tommy seems relaxed and thoughtful. And at the end of the episode he tells Hen: “We would’ve done a sweep of the area eventually, but eventually would’ve been too late. Good job.” with a smile and then proceeds to shake her hand and pat her on the shoulder. It is also heavily implied that he was one of the people who left a complaint about the captain and his treatment. Everything about this episode screams a man who was keeping his head low and trying to slip under the radar, not a man trying to be hateful.

In Bobby Begins Again, they throw him a nice going away party. I don’t know about you, but I don’t tend to buy assholes who are rude to me a cake.

Then later Chimney is able to call him up and ask a favor that Tommy does without complaint, which makes it seem like they’re on good terms.

And in the most recent episodes, he steals a helicopter and lies to higher-ups, something that could easily get him fired and cause him to lose everything. Once again, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t risk my job and my life (they were on a dangerous mission after all) for people I’m not good friends with.

Lastly, Buck does not strike me as the type to date someone who doesn’t like his friends, his family

Again, no hate, just giving you my observations

thank you for being so nice about this!

i do disagree, however. tommy was 100% hostile to hen in hen begins. ('new york bitchiness is a compliment?' for example, or him throwing gear at her feet so she'll tidy it up and barely sparing her a glance)

i also am simply not a fan of giving characters' past actions depth when it's very clear that back then, they weren't written with that depth in mind. i can promise you the writers did not write hen begins & chimney begins while thinking of tommy as a gay, closeted man. (yes, i'm aware there was that one jacob twilight joke but personally i think you might be giving the writers a little too much credit if you think that was planned forshadowing or something. it was just a silly scene)

furthermore, even if we do run with the whole 'tommy was afraid to speak up because he was afraid and closeted'...standing up against misogyny and racism has nothing to do with being closeted, since neither of those things are related to sexuality, so standing up against those things won't make anyone assume that you're gay. tommy being closeted isn't an excuse, in my opinion.

i'm also aware that the characters have forgiven tommy but i just...don't really care about that because in this show, everyone forgives everyone, constantly. buck forgave his parents and they have a good relationship now — that doesn't mean i have to forgive the buckley parents now too.

as for your last point, i'd argue taylor definitely wasn't the biggest fan of buck's friends and family and they weren't a huge fan of her either. but i also don't think that really matters here, since it's been established that tommy is good with hen and chim, so buck has no reason to assume there's bad blood. it once again boils down to the simple fact that i, as a viewer, do not have to forgive a character's actions simply because other characters did.

anyway, once again thank you for not being rude about this and i hope you have a nice day :)

(i hope my response doesn't come across as rude either)

#911 fox #anti tommy kinard #anti bucktommy #evan buckley #9-1-1

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(from @tearfulribbons)

Character Type Bingo

[ Athan ]

"Not too bad! What makes you think I'm not funny, though?"

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks) #I Am Aware That I Am An Asshole I Really Don’t Care About All Of That Though (αтнαи) #(Athan and Gangle - Tearfulribbons)

[georgiapeach30513]

Ok so I have a question. Or maybe QUESTIONS lol first of all, hi, love your blog and your fics. Thank you for sharing this world with us through your writing.

Ok. So for Dolly and Lloyd, how does Lloyd feel? What are his intentions? Is he just wanting to ruin Dolly by having his fun? If so, wouldn’t that jeopardize the fact that he has an amazing baby and mother figure for his Lyla? I just hope he isn’t being a selfish asshole. Or does Lloyd actually find himself falling for Dolly for real sort of like Curtis with Grace? Is Lloyd looking for something real and serious with Dolly? She is great with his daughter and Lloyd and Dolly seem to have great chemistry. I hope he doesn’t break her heart.

These are great questions!! So first off, remember this is only part 2. I am aware that things seemed to have really heated up in this last chapter. I will add the tiniest bit off spoiler below the cut of With Your Touch. Go no further if you don’t want this.

Lloyd is a man that is used to getting his way. And when things are in his possession/home they are his. I have said Lloyd doesn’t like to share. There is his biggest issue with Chase. As far as his intentions…Lloyd is overwhelmed and lonely and got a bit caught up in the moment. I did say that there would be a bit of a slow burn in this fic, but maybe some back and forth and pull and tug is going to be a better way to describe this.

Lloyd got overwhelmed in the heat of the moment, and his attitude in the next part is going to be vastly different. So as far as intentions with Dolly, it’s complicated. Because once he gets away from her, and look at his phone to see what they’re doing he’s going to notice that Dolly is more than just a hot piece of ass. She is caring for his daughter, but she’s also bonding with his daughter. He doesn’t want to jeopardize that. But he also is feeling some type of way because Roman wasn’t there for Dolly. So him as a father and Roman as a father is going to be him making note of the differences. I hope that makes sense.

I can’t jump into how Lloyd wants to feel about Dolly for awhile. Curtis and Grace are different. They have been intimate and have had this immediate pull towards one another. Lloyd currently wants Lyla to be taken care of.

#with your touch ask #with your touch spoiler

[harrywavycurly]

Going off the sweet home Alabama thing I’d legit kill for some random arguments or bickering from Eddie and the reader like give me them fighting like an old married couple Sarah!!🤣💕

Hello babes!! I am obsessed with the idea of Eddie and you being together since like middle school so you two just know exactly how to annoy me another😂 so enjoy babes!!💖

-also this is VERRRYY dramatic lol lots of cussing and bickering but it’s what I imagine it would be like being married to Eddie for a long ass time would be like if you’ve know him your whole life✨

*Eddie swears you’re the one person he’s ever felt like strangling while also wanting to kiss but hey that’s married life right? Lol*

“What in the actual fuck is this?” “It’s light beer.” “Why’s it in our fridge?” “Because you like to drink beer after work and I am a nice wife and make sure you’re never out.” “If you were a nice wife you wouldn’t buy this beer flavored water.” “You’ll get used to it Eddie don’t be so dramatic.” “I know you’re not calling me dramatic when you’re the one who was yelling at me from the porch yesterday about not having any coffee creamer.” “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t such an asshole and used the last of it and didn’t tell me while I was at the store and could’ve gotten more.” “So this is payback is that it? I used your creamer so you buy me watered down beer?” “Oh just shut up and drink the damn beer Edward.”

“Can I ask you a question?” “Sure baby what’s up?” “Do your hands work?” “What? Yeah they work…” “okay so why can’t you use them to load your fucking dishes into the dishwasher?” “I was in a rush this morning and forgot to put my bowl in the dishwasher I’m sorry.” “Are you in a rush right now?” “I might be…depending on if you’re about to yell at me or not…” “go look in the sink Eddie and tell me who’s shit is in there.” “I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say mine?” Ding ding! You’re the winner Mr. Munson!” “You’re on fire tonight baby.” “I’m about to light a damn fire under your ass if you don’t go in there and do this dishes.” “All you had to do was ask me to do the dishes sweetheart.” “I did…over an hour ago.” “Oh…shit.”

“I just said I like the blue one better that’s all.” “But I’m wearing the red one so why would you bother telling me you like the other dress better when I’m clearly not wearing it?” “Because you asked me if I liked the blue or the red one…” “god you’re so annoying haven’t you learned anything by now?” “I’ve learned plenty. Mainly that you’re fucking ridiculous and always want to ask me my opinion on your outfit when we are already running late to our dinner reservation.” “I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who just told me you didn’t like my outfit.” “I didn’t say that. I just said I like the blue one better.” “But I’m not wearing the blue one.” “I’m fucking aware of that baby I do have eyes that work perfectly fine.” “Oh good so you’ll be able to find your way to the couch tonight just fine.” “I’m not sleeping on the couch because you asked me a trick question.” “Oh yes you are.” “You really sometimes make me consider jail time.” “You’d look horrible in country orange.” “I can’t stand you.” “Yes you can now come help me unzip this so I can put the blue one on you asshole.”

“I didn’t do anything.” “Really? So the car just magically got a dent the size of California on the front bumper on its own?” “Yup.” “Baby just tell me what happened okay?” “Our neighbor doesn’t take his fucking trash cans in and I was leaving for the store and it just came out of nowhere.” “A trashcan…that doesn’t even have wheels on it…just came out of nowhere?” “Yes Eddie…don’t fucking laugh at me you asshole.” “Now were you putting on your damn chapstick when this trashcan just jumped into the middle of the road?” “Maybe…” “You’re gonna be the death of me I just know it.” “Only if you’re lucky.” “You gotta be more careful baby. Both eyes on the road when you’re driving okay?” “Yeah yeah I know.” “If you know then why did you go head to head with a trashcan and barley win?” “I mean have you seen the trashcan? I totally won that fight.” “I’d hope so.” “We also might owe Mr. Thomas a new trashcan…” “Of course we do.” “Don’t look at me like that it was an accident.” “You need to have your license taken away.” “Says the one who ran over a whole nativity scene once and didn’t think to stop so the poor snowman display also got massacred.” “Oh come on I was fifteen.” “So? It doesn’t change the fact it happened.” “You’re the one who acts like you get bonus points for ever curb you hit and don’t get me started on how many times you’ve ran out of gas in the middle of the road because you never check the tank before leaving the house.” “Well I wouldn’t have to check if my husband did a better job of keeping the tank full for me.” “Filling your gas tank wasn’t in the vows baby.” “I didn’t think I needed to add it…” “that’s what you get for thinking.” “That was rude Edward Munson.” “Sorry baby I love you…what are you doing? Put the phone down baby…there’s no need to call Wayne.” “Uncle Wayne…yeah…he just called me stupid.” “Oh fuck…”

#husband Eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #Eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson drabble

[undercoverpena]

I just saw that zemo isn't in the thunderbolts movie and im devastated and would really love some headcanons when you ask him to massage you to cheer me up🥴

never say never. marvel are sneaky snakes, so we don’t know yet fully if he is/isn’t. i’m holding out hope that they’re just trying to keep us on our toes.

also this got away from me, sorry not sorry.

On Your Back

Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader

_________________

“You’ve hurt your neck.”

You paused your movements, fingers falling from your neck as you close your eyes, sighing, as you turn to face him.

The most annoying thing about him being here, is that nothing goes unnoticed. You expect it’s the very reason he was able to commit the crimes he did. He’s detail-orientated, patient, observant.

“You keep rubbing your neck, yes?”

When you open your eyes, your glare must say enough because the corners of his lips twitch upwards. “Am I? I wasn’t aware.”

He places his cup down, the steam swirling upwards as he comes around the kitchen counter. Your throat tightening, thighs pressing together as he does.

Because it’s hard to be around him.

Because you should be wary of him, not attracted to him. You shouldn’t want him near you, instead of constantly thinking about being under him.

It’s gotten worse since Latvia. Since the tension mounted to a height you’re surprised Walker didn’t notice, when he showed up.

And then you’d been free. His great escape providing breathing room, until Bucky picked him up, hid him, and landed him on your doorstep.

Please, just until we can be sure there’s 100% no more serum.

That had been two weeks ago.

Now, it’s getting harder and harder to fight Zemo for the sake of fighting him.

Especially when he looks at you with care, adoration even. When he keeps doing kind things like cooking for you, cleaning, and genuinely not being an asshole like you’d expected him to be when he was plonked under your care.

“I did warn you about moving the chaise alone.”

“I remember, Baron.”

He tuts. “If you can recall it, why didn’t you call for me? Now you’re hurt. I had told you to call for me if you were redesigning that room too.”

There are so many options you could consider.

Pain killers and a heat pad, a sedative for the Baron and a restful evening. Or, saying:

“Are you going to assist me or just keep pointing out hindsight’s? Because while you’re a pain in my side, this actually hurts more.”

He blinks.

You’re usually not short.

You’re sarcastic, and dry. Often purposefully argumentative, but not short. Not with him. You reserve that for Bucky—Bucky who asks you to be around handsome criminals and not expect you to drop to your knees for them.

“Of course.”

“Wh—“

“I’ll help,” he says, a curt nod.

And then he moves past you, beckoning you to follow. While you don’t what to follow his instruction, his outright demand, your reluctance is wearing thin quickly, following him through rooms in your home until you reach the room where the problematic chaise is.

You shoot a glare as he stops at the foot of it, hands rubbing together. “If this is you being an ass—“

“Lie down.”

You don’t move. His eyes narrowing, lips thin as he sighs. A set of expressions you’ve grown used to, usually brought on because of his displeasure at you not directly following one of his orders.

He sighs, turning on his heels, leaving the room. You hear his footsteps until you don’t, all set to berate him when you hear a clatter, and his footsteps getting louder and louder.

In his hands are lotions, ones he must have noticed prior to now to have found them so quickly. His eyes scanning over you as he returns to the place he was.

“Lie down. Please.”

You hesitate, but for different reasons, moving closer to the chaise as you say, “It’s my back too. If… if you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do.”

“And what is it that you think I’m about to do?”

You hate his smirk. Even if you don’t. You swallow it all quickly regardless. “I assumed offer me a massage?”

“You assumed correctly.”

“So,” you continue, “It won’t solve all my problems if you get me to lie on the chaise, if that’s your intention.”

He smiles, more deviously than you liked.

Which is why you ended up on your bed. The cool air brushing over your skin, your cheeks warm, almost burning through your duvet as you wait for him to enter the room.

He’d insisted on being outside when you removed your upper clothing. Him placing both a towel down on the bed, and handing you one—as if he was a professional masseuse.

“One is for any mess—“ his comment sparking a raise eyebrow. “The other is to cover yourself, to feel comfortable, until I enter.”

You try to reply in an even tone when he asks if you’re comfortable, because you’re not. How can you be? You’re topless, even face down, with him about to massage your strained muscles.

A barrage of thoughts attacking you, faux snapshots of disapproval from Bucky flashing through your mind accompanying all the ways in which this was bad. Especially when the mattress dips, and you feel his knees either side of your thighs.

Because, you should tell him this is a bad idea. Even if it’ll feel nice, even if will stop the pain from pulsing. This was too far.

Your brain hurriedly trying to assess all the rights and wrongs, wants and needs.

“Be aware, I have attempted to warm my hands, however—“

You gasp.

The decision removed as Zemo’s fingers slide over your shoulders, the coolness of his fingers on your skin both soothing and welcomed. Each digit adding a slightly different pressure, as if knowing exactly which parts are causing you discomfort.

And you should hate it. That his touch is precise, that it’s nice, that you want him to slide his palms down your back and rid the ache from the centre of your spine too.

Your lips even about to ask as much, because you’re already over the line. The two of you having galloped so far over it, you weren’t sure you’d get back on the right side of it.

But a hand moves, instinctively. One focusing on an area between your shoulder and neck, and the other sliding to the part close to the second pain point.

“Is it here, the pain?” he asks, his voice darker even in his low volume as he presses the base of his palm down, your spine curling as he does so. “Ah, it is.”

You clench your eyes shut, the pain loosening, his fingers and palm massaging whatever grievance there was from you. Just as the scent of the lotion he used met your nose.

It’s one you recognise, one you remembered smelling in the store. A treat, you’d mused to yourself. One you hadn’t indulged in until now.

And what a unique treat it was.

Especially when his hands moved from soothing to massaging the untouched parts of your back. Ensuring he rubbed your neck, your shoulders. Dipping fingers into your shoulder blades, likely drawing patterns in lotion on your back.

But he always returns to your neck, to your spine. Every movement so calculated, it relaxes you—actually unlocks the tension from your muscles.

Each slide of his fingers, each motion of his palm, wrist and arm settling it all. Making it almost seem worth it for the hours of discomfort moving the chaise caused for all of this.

Because he’s lighting your skin on fire and soothing it all at once. It’s not enough, him just touching you here, now awakening more of your desire to have his hands elsewhere, realising how purposeful he is.

Knowing it’s likely, although not guaranteed, that while he hasn’t ever been with you, he’d know the exact ways to make your toes curl.

It’s this lulled state and ridiculous thoughts which are the cause for why you moan his name. Not Zemo. Not Baron, as you’ve been teasingly calling him.

“Oh, Helmut.”

Your eyes widen, even against the duvet. Your muscles, all of them, flexing into a tensed state. Even his hands stopping, halting. Neither of you even daring to breathe.

He should move. That’s all you think. He should leave the room and you should avoid seeing him for the remainder of his time here—create a schedule, if you have to. Share and split off the rooms in the house—

“Who knew you could make such sweet sounds, Liebling.”

Your eyes flick to the side, frowning, instinctively wanting to clench your thighs together. Because fuck. Double, almost triple fuck.

Needing, and wanting to turn to look at him. Especially when he places both palms on your back gently, less massaging, and more a reminder he’s there and remaining so.

“It’s important you listen now,” he says, leaning down, mouth closer to your ear.

You’re sure you can feel his heart hammering against your spine, even through his top. Even without him being flat against you.

“I think there’s a high probability that you’re as tired of playing this game, yes?” he whispers, fingers spreading out over your skin. “And while you’re in pain, I don’t believe where my hands are now, is the only place you’d like them.”

If your cheeks weren’t already on fire before, they’re now molten. Threatening to torch your bed, and everything else in the room.

“Now is the time you tell me if I’m wrong, Liebling,” he says, returning to kneeling upright.

And you contemplate.

Briefly.

“My back… it still hurts…” you mumble, your head turning more sideways, trying to gain a view of him. “But, no.”

“No?”

“No. You’re not wrong.”

You’d kill to see if he’s smirking or tilting his head. Half tempted to try and roll, even if it meant displaying yourself to him.

But, you’re unsure if it would inflict more pain, your neck less bothersome but your back still twinging.

Until he moves, your focus shifting, slowly gripping the towel under you as you try to roll, finding him watching you, a curious and lustful look on his face as you meet his eyes.

Likely having waited, wanting you to move to face him.

“Zemo…”

“Helmut,” he corrects. “Helmut is the name I’d prefer when you’re begging me not to stop.”

He smirks, rubbing his hands together before he places a knee on the bed.

“I wouldn’t worry about your back, Liebling,” he says, placing his hand down beside your waist. “I’ll only need you to keep still, and remain on it and nil else. Do you think you’ll be able to do that?”

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[winns-stuff]

LO RANT (MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING):

Okay my rant for today is going to go into somewhat of a triggering topic which is abuse and normally I try to just be very vague about the more heavier things on Lore Olympus when ranting about them just so I don’t have to say the actual words or acts or anything but unfortunately for this rant it’s going to really be hammering into the more abusive side of Hades because this sort of situation between the fans have really been irking me badly.

I absolutely hate it when fans try and say that Hades is not abusive and all of his behaviors are just justified and excused because of all of the things he’s been through. The main argument I’ve seen with this topic is that he’s not an abuser because he’s never abused Persephone or Minthe or any of the women he’s been in a relationship with and honestly this sort of mindset is so incredibly flawed and sort of ignorant in the nicest way possible since abuse comes in many different forms believe me I know. You can be verbally abused, emotionally abused, sexually abused, and more it’s not only domestic violence and I just wish more fans would be aware of that and not just count domestic violence as a valid type of abuse (which granted I completely get and in no way am I saying that it shouldn’t be something that’s a form of abuse that shouldn’t be validated).

That way of thinking just makes no sense at all, if abuse only mattered in intimate relationships then abusive parents, teachers, counselors, etc wouldn’t be considered or validated at all. Just because he doesn’t hit women does not make his actions any less abusive, we’re talking about the man who constantly talks down on and willfully uses violence on those who cannot fight back. He has no problem exploiting his own citizens and cutting off their resources and transportation between realms at the drop of a penny and he definitely does not care about the well being of those who have to work for him. He’s an abusive asshole and his actions are absolutely heinous and incredibly distasteful.

Honestly this just makes me ask the question of why, why is Rachel even putting these elements in her story anyways if she’s not going to address it or try to explore these disgusting aspects of our very society. I’m sorry y’all but I do not believe that she doesn’t believe in half of the things she writes about, normally if someone does not agree with problematic elements in their story they’ll make it a point to try and point out its flaws or at the very least show people that “hey, please do not glorify xyz” you know? Like there’s evidence of the creator actively going against the things that they don’t agree with yet Rachel has never come out to say anything. She doesn’t address any of these problematic choices in her own story and instead of actually doing things with them she just keeps them in the story for no fucking reason. The nymphs (who are the lower class might I add and also make up the uncomfortable fantasy racism) should not be sexualized and used as objects for male pleasure. The satyrs and other non gods that live amongst Olympus and the Underworld should not be shown to be in hostile situations by their bosses for literally no other reason other than a few laughs. Persephone should not be sexualized by Rachel every other fucking panel, can we please talk about that soon because it’s getting fairly obvious that Rachel is just using Persephone only to be ogled at and heavily sexualized. The age gap never should’ve happened because again Rachel herself makes it a damn point to remind everyone that Lore Olympus is literally just a “cute” minor x adult fanfic, the whole thing reminds me of lolis and how people defend that shit by saying that they’re adults. And even more stuff but that would be about 400,000 words long at this point.

Anyways, I just want to end this by saying I’m not terribly angry at fans I’m just disappointed and honestly kind of annoyed I wish they would actually reread the things that they’re supporting and defending and actually start to think about what the comic is saying instead of just blindly going along with it. Another point is I do not believe Rachel is the best person and I’d love it if we could finally hold her accountable because I’m sorry but if she genuinely sees no problem with half of this stuff and she’s spreading it around in her award winning 4 million reader comic while there’s an entire fucking community trying to tell her how absolutely harmful and shitty the content is (that she keeps ignoring for a fucking reason might I add) I don’t find myself having much hope that she’s not a bad person, and maybe I am wrong although I genuinely don’t think I am because normally with good people you don’t have to keep wandering and convincing yourself that they’re good since they do that for you by their actions and how she’s been carrying herself these past years have not shown me otherwise.

Edit: With this rant though I do not want to incite any harassment or bullying Rachel’s way because that’s nowhere at all where I was trying to get when I said she needs to be held accountable. Harassment and cyber bullying is genuine asshole behavior and something I really don’t tolerate and besides there’s better ways to hold Rachel accountable that doesn’t require that kind of stuff.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus