#and yeah I cried HEAVILY watching this are you kidding me

[brazilianism]

lol, so today (finally, thank fuck) we had Lula’s inauguration

Bolsonaro decided to behave like a child and flew the country a few days ago so there wasn’t anybody oficial to hand Lula the presidential sash... Bet he thought it would make things real awkward

But Lula made the most of it and decided that representatives of the brazilian popularion should do it, then

Congress members? politicians? oficers? nope. People, commom people, which resulted in one of the most beautiful inauguration moments this country has seen

And from the hands of a cook, a metalworker, an indigenous 90-year-old leader, a garbage colector, a disabled activist, a teacher, and a 10-year-old black boy came the sash

(and please also note his dog. yes that is Lulas dog. she wanted to participate)

You can hate Lula all you want... But you can’t say the man hasn’t got style

#Brazil #Brazilian #Lula #politics #br #and yeah I cried HEAVILY watching this are you kidding me #that was BEAUTIFUL

[pretty-red-garnet]

Brothers

Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Quarry • Fluff

This took so long and I am not happy with it at all. I am so sorry to the anon who requested this! I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just could not figure out what to write for this request. Again, so sorry. I hope to get back into writing more soon!

Part 2

     Chaos. Everything was complete chaos. Gunshots, groans of walkers, the kids screaming in panic, Shane shouting orders. A rifle thrown in your hands, fingers trembling as you took shots, walkers falling to the ground. Lori, Carol, and the two kids were hustled into the RV, and you stood guard by the door.

     Rick and the group came back from Atlanta suddenly, yelling and shouting and putting more guns in more people hands. Your eyes kept flicking to your brother, Shane, as he took down geeks. Everything was going so fast and your head was spinning.

     And then, silence. It was eerie, how so much panic and chaos could turn quiet so shortly. The once bustling camp enjoying a fish fry now was now nearly half the size. The earth beneath your feet was covered in blood, some red and fresh from the people, some was almost back, the walker blood.

     Andrea dropped down to her sister and let out a cry, and that's when you finally turned away, opening the door to the RV and letting them know it was clear. A hand dropped to your shoulder and you flinched, the tips of your fingers brushed the knife at your waist before you realized.

     "You good?" Shane asks, and you give him a jerky nod. He pats your shoulder once more and parts from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and survey the camp.

     There's bodies everywhere, both human and undead. You can't stand looking at it, you can't stand Andrea's cries as the background noise. You turn on your heel and begin walking away, towards the woods. Maybe it wasn't safest, but you needed a breather away from everything. They were beginning to stab the brains of the dead, and you couldn't watch them put down the people you once considered friends.

     You sit heavily on a overturned tree, the rifle you swung on your back makes a metallic noise when it hits the wood. You sigh, bringing your elbows to rest on your knees as you bury your face in your hands.

     You're only alone for a moment before you hear footsteps and you shoot your head up, heart racing and eyes glancing about before you spot Daryl. You huff out a breath and take your eyes off him, hastily brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

     "You're getting sloppy, heard you from a mile away," you tease, your voice teary. Daryl scoffs and plunks himself down on the trunk beside you.

     "Didn't wanna scare you." You nod, because you knew he had purposely made himself known. You'd been hunting with the archer enough times to know he was never sloppy.

     "Did my brother send you?" You ask, still staring down at your shoes out of embarrassment that he'd seen you like this. All teary eyed and pathetic looking.

     "Nah, too busy starin' at Lori and Rick," he says. It's your turn to scoff now. "You alright?"

     "Yeah," you answer, risking a little glance at the man beside you. He was biting his lip in a way that made you believe he was worried, so you force a little smile. He doesn't look convinced.

     "No Merle?" You ask. Daryl shakes his head, breaking his gaze from yours. "I'm sorry." Daryl throws you a little glare out the corner of his eye, but it lacks any sort of real anger. "I am."

     "Sure," he says, sarcastically. You narrow your eyes and bump his shoulder with yours.

     "Ok, I know me and him weren't exactly besties," your emphasis on the word makes Daryl give you an exasperated look. You just smile. "But I can still be sorry, I know how much you care about him." Daryl hums. "Besides, I don't think anything will take down that man. I'm sure he's fine."

     "Yeah, probably," he says with a huff of air escaping his lips. You're both quiet for a moment, and Daryl eyes you worriedly. "You sure you're alright?"

     "Yeah," you say with a shrug. "Just... worried. About everything."

     "I get that." You get silent again, and Daryl starts to bite and pick at the skin on his thumb. "But you don't gotta be."

     "I don't?" You ask, brows pulled forward and looking at Daryl intently. "Why's that?" Daryl shrugs and decides that the ground is more interesting than looking at you.

     "'Cause I'll always look out for you," he answers, quietly. You smile and place your hand on Daryl's shoulder in a gentle manner. He flinches just a bit before turning his blue eyes to you. He has a soft expression on his face, the one that's reserved for only you

     "Thank you," you say, in a sincere and soft way Daryl's never heard directed at him before. He nods, shakily. "I'll always look out for you, too."

     "I know," he answers, standing up. "Come on, ain't safe out here."

     You aren't completely sure when the unlikely friendship of you and Daryl began. A cop and a loud, brash redneck wasn't exactly an expected duo. Although, you do know a much different Daryl than most. A much kinder, softer version of himself, one he keeps locked behind a very tall, very solid wall.

     You're sure the only reason Daryl has shown this side of himself to you was because you're the only one to treat him like a person, not like some ticking time bomb. Not like some untamed animal or uncontrollable being, just a person. You had shown him a kindness he wasn't used to, and even after a few attempts at keeping you at arms length, you're closer than ever with the man.

You’d admit that maybe your feelings for the man weren’t completely platonic. But that’s to be expected considering you spend so much time with him. He’d taught you some hunting tips, so you hunted with him most days. All that time together, it wasn’t a complete surprise that a little crush would form.

Daryl leads you back to your tent, avoiding the mess of the dead loved ones. It seems most have agreed major cleanup can wait until morning, and have returned to their reserved tents. Dale stayed on watch, mostly for Andrea's sake, just incase she wouldn't be strong enough to take out Amy, you assume.

Daryl lingers at the opening of your tent. You have a unsure, nervous look to you. Your hands wring and fumble with themselves, and your bottom lip in firmly in place between your teeth. He's not fond of your anxious presence.

"I don't want to be alone," you whisper. You grimace, eyes screwing shut briefly before they open again. "Sorry, that makes me sound so pathetic." You let out a breath of air that's supposed to resemble a laugh, but it falls short. "I'll be ok, I'm not even really alone anyway. Shane's tent is right next to mine—"

"Wanna stay with me?" Daryl asks, before he can even think. The words just escape him, embarrass him, and he's about to take it back before you answer.

"Would you mind?" Daryl wants to say absolutely not, of course he doesn't, but what comes out is a grunt and a shake of his head accompanied by a shrug. Daryl turns towards his tent and juts his chin at it.

"Come on." You follow behind him to his tent. His and Merle's are beside each other, both farther from everyone else's tents. They have their own small fire pit and some tree stumps for chairs. Not far behind is a string of cans, a perimeter for the campsite.

Daryl leads you into his tent, holding the flap open for you to climb in behind him. It's small inside, some clothes and spare bolts for his crossbow laying about. A thick blanket is splayed out to act as a barrier from the hard ground. It's Daryl's turn to be nervous and fumbling, watching you take in the small space.

"Cozy," you say with a smile, laying down on the blanket. Daryl hesitates, sitting near the closed entrance and as far as possible from you. You frown. "Lay down. There's room for both of us." You pat the spot on the blanket beside you.

Daryl's eyes flick from yours to the space beside you. He eventually obeys after seeing your unrelenting gaze and lays down beside you, kicking off his boots and keeping them close.

You watch as Daryl does so. His muscles are tense, even as he lays down. He's stiff as a board, arms crossed on his chest as he stares up at the ceiling of the tent. He's ridged, and you feel the tension radiate off his body in waves.

"Am I making you nervous?" You ask, a teasing tone to your voice. It’s mostly to cover up your own anxiety over being so close to him. Daryl scoffs and turns his face away from you.

"Yeah, right." You laugh softly, and Daryl feels a smile twitch at his own lips at the sound. "Just ain't used to sharin' the covers, better not be a blanket hog."

"I'm not, I promise."

It gets quiet, both just laying beside each other, sleep not catching up with either. The gears in your head spin at a million miles a minute, and Daryl glances at you every few minutes, his own thoughts racing, until finally, you speak.

"Do you ever think..." you pause, and Daryl watches you carefully. "That you just aren't good enough? No matter what you do?" Daryl's brows furrow. Where did that come from?

"Plenty," he replies. "Have I ever thought you weren't good enough? Nah, never." Daryl adjusts so his arm is resting behind his head, he keeps his gaze straight to the ceiling even as he feels your eyes burn into him. "Where's this comin' from?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "Been thinking about it a lot lately. About if something happens and I can't save Shane, or Carl. You." Daryl's heart flips.

     "Took out a lot of walkers today," Daryl says. "I think you'd be right there if anyone needs your help."

     "I'm not strong enough."

     "Stop," Daryl snaps, he whips his eyes to yours.

     "I'm not. I'm not my brother, and I'm not like you or Rick. I'm not strong, I'm not meant for this." Your voice grows weaker as you go on.

     "You're a cop, you helped people, right? You took out, what? Ten walkers all on your own? I saw you." You let out a humorless laugh, tears spring at your eyes.

     "The only reason I became a cop was because Shane did," you admit. "I felt like I had to follow him, to do something."

     "Don't matter." Daryl's brows furrow. He isn't sure where this is all coming from. Sure, he'd seen you seemed to always be behind Shane, following whatever he said to do. It bugged him a little, how he always bosses you around. He didn't think it ever bothered you.

     "It does matter," you say with a scoff and sit up. Daryl follows, slowly sitting up next to you. "I was never meant for it. I could barely even take statements sometimes without wanting to cry."

     "Just means you care 'bout people." You shrug.

     "It means I'm weak." Daryl shakes his head and nudges you with his elbow.

     "Ain't weak. And you ain't pathetic, neither." You hang your head.

     "I wish I was like Shane, he's strong, he helps people."

     "Yeah, well I like you just like this," Daryl admits, even as he feels his face heat up.

     "Yeah?" You finally smile, shyly, turning your head just slightly to peek at Daryl. Daryl clears his throat and lays down, turning his back to you.

     "Ain't saying it again. Go to sleep." You laugh, actually laugh, and lay down.

     "I like you just how you are too, Daryl," you mumble, before sleep finally overtakes you.

Everyone is up early the next morning, you suspect nobody really slept. You had kept waking up every hour, and Daryl was still up staring at the ceiling when you'd glance at him. Footsteps and movement around the camp began right when the sun came up, and you and Daryl followed right after.

Everyone is bustling around now, burning the walkers and burying the dead, as Glenn had insisted. It isn't long before panic shouting is heard from Jacqui.

"Jim got bit! Jim's bit!"

Even more panic, angry shouting from Daryl, and arguing ensues. Daryl wants to kill Jim right then and there— which earned him quite the glare form you— thankfully it quieted him down a little. Rick wants to head to the CDC for a potential cure, and your brother is adamant Fort Benning would be the best bet. You were little ways away from their discussion, chatting with Carl.

"Y/N, what do you think?" Shane asks, suddenly. You sigh and take a few steps closer, away from Carl. You were hoping they would just figure it out and leave you out of it.

"Well," you begin, and Shane's slight narrow of his eyes doesn't go unnoticed. He wants you to go along with him. "I'm sure if there's a cure, Fort Benning would know. They are military, must have doctors."

Daryl scoffs, and you glance to him in surprise. He holds your gaze, but you can't place his expression. Your brows knit in confusion.

"There you have it, Rick," Shane says cockily, breaking you from your trance. You look away from Daryl.

You walk away, leaving the boys to argue further. You honestly don't care where you end up. From the looks of the city, there's nowhere safe, not the CDC, and not Fort Benning. It doesn't matter to you where they decide to go.

"Hey," Shane says, approaching you where you're taking down your tent. You drop the pole you're holding and stand up straight. Shane has a pissed off look on his face.

"CDC then?" You ask. His expression darkens.

"You could've had my back a little," he whispers angrily, getting closer to you. You turn away to hide your rolling eyes. You return to your task.

"I don't care where we go, Shane. It's all the same to me." He grabs your upper arm, not tight enough to hurt, but it's enough to pull your attention back to him.

"Yeah, as long as you get to follow your boyfriend, right?" You narrow your eyes, reeling away from Shane slightly out of shock. His face is close to yours. "Saw you come out of Dixon's tent this morning."

"So what, Shane," you say, yanking your arm from his grasp. "You aren't my father." He exhales heavily through his nose.

"Stay the hell away from that guy," Shane demands, his finger coming up to point at your face. You set your jaw, a fist balls at your side, and you smack his hand away from you. And then, for maybe the first time ever, you don't just do whatever your big brother tells you to.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Shane."

You drop down heavily into the truck's car seat. Daryl glimpses at you from the drivers seat, and he looks at you questionably. You don't say anything, instead glaring out the passenger window so viscously, Daryl's surprised it doesn't shatter.

"You ain't goin' with Shane?" He asks. You scoff.

"No," you answer, shortly. Daryl shrugs, mumbling an 'ok' and starting the engine. He takes off towards the CDC, and you continue your angered glare.

"So, you got your own opinion on this whole thing, or do you always just follow along with whatever your brother says?" Daryl suddenly asks, making you whip your eyes to him. He's staring straight to the road, and you scoff loudly.

"Oh, that's really something coming from you," you say sarcastically, letting out a sharp laugh. "You followed your brother around like a lost puppy, but I'm the one always going along with my brother? Bullshit."

You regret bringing up Merle as soon as you finished your sentence, but anger is clouding your judgment. Your frustration at Shane mixed with Daryl's unwarranted comment is just about too much to handle.

     Although you feel a twinge of guilt, Daryl's comment was ridiculous coming from him. He always would follow his brother around, do whatever he said to do. He never even seemed to care whenever Merle went on racist, sexist, something just plain mean tangents, even if Daryl never agreed or joined.

     But still, Merle was his brother, no matter how awful, that you understood more than anything. Shane was one to ruffle a few feathers too, and you understand better than anyone how oppressive it can be to forever be in the shadow of an older brother. Never getting your own opinion, or word in, forever just following along.

     "You're right," Daryl says. You turn your head to him quickly in surprise. He doesn't face you, his eyes looking at the road in front of him. "I've always gone along with Merle, no matter how shitty he was, or what trouble I'd get in."

     "You're right, too," you admit with a loud sigh, your anger fizzling at Daryl’s sincere tone. "I've never really done, hell, even said what I've wanted. I always just followed what Shane's doing."

“Think it’s about damn time we do what we wanna do,” Daryl says, after a few moments pause.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right!” You exclaim, smiling brightly. “Screw Shane!” Daryl laughs, and you turn your head to fully look at him.

He’s biting at the skin on his thumb, and he gives you a small, crooked grin when he notices your eyes on him. The sun cascading through the window of the truck makes him glow, and you can’t help but think that he looks just beautiful. His bright blue eyes sparking, how his light brown hair looks almost blonde in the yellow light. You’d never noticed just how handsome he is.

“The hell you starin’ at?” He asks suddenly. Your face flushes violently at being caught ogling, and you whip your face towards the window.

“Nothing,” you fumble out, he just hums an unconvinced noise of acknowledgment.

You bite your lip harshly to stop the grin that threatens to split your lips. You sneakily take another glimpse at Daryl, taking in his calm expression, the way his eyes narrow to block out the brightness from the sun.

Maybe it was just a crush, or maybe you’re head over heels in love with him. It doesn’t matter now. All you know is that Daryl understands you like no one ever has, and you aren’t letting that go any time soon.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #twd #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl imagines #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon fluff

[st4vk1nmybra1n]

moonstruck mornings !¡

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader.

warnings: none besides explicit language and jokes, suggestive near the end!

wc: 1.4k

early mornings with gojo satoru were never easy. for a number of reasons, of course.

the first of which was well– his size. standing at a proud 6’5”, with a heavily muscled build. easily towering over you in every situation imaginable.

secondly, his clinginess. not that you minded, but your husband tended to rather enjoy squishing his face into your chest (regardless of the size) and sleeping on top of you. either that, or having you caged in his arms. his large, veiny and strong arms.

you put those two together and you have a nightmarish scenario during the mornings. you couldn't really move around with your hunk of a husband on top, nor could you push him off without him either not moving at all, or tightening his hold on you and absolutely refusing to let go. and today, not only did you have the annoying urge to pee, but you both had work.

“satoru, i know you're awake,” you mumble sleepily, running a hand through his soft hair. he grumbles in response, nuzzling his face even deeper into your stomach, having shifted from his place nestled deep into your chest.

“we've got work. and i need to pee!” you complain, hands moving down to rub at his bare back.

“you're doin’ it on purpose,” he murmured, his morning voice deep and raspy. “you always say that and start using those hands of yours to keep me in bed.”

you gape in response, slapping his shoulder. he lets out a yelp, then follows up with a childish whine. “ouch, baby!” he cries out dramatically, moving up to bury his face into your neck.

“we have work, ‘toru. we're gonna be late. and we'll be even later if you don't get up because i will pee myself and make you clean it up.” you threaten, to no avail of course.

“I'll slurp it up gladly.” he grins, hissing when you land another slap to his back. he pouts, leaning his weight on his arms on either side of your head, as he moves his face directly in front of you.

“hi there.” he greets with a cheeky smile, leaning down to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth. sleepily, he notes just how beautiful you look in the morning light. the navy blue sheets making your sunkissed frame look heavenly in his eyes.

but you always look beautiful to him. even without his blindfold and glasses, he thinks he could probably stare at you and note down each and every detail of you and engrave it into his brain. amidst all the chaos of the world that brings a migraine to his heightened senses, you managed to soothe his eyes like a fabric of silk, shielding his eyes from the sight of anything and everything else.

he'd known you ever since you both started at Jujutsu tech, to which he asked you out within a year or so of knowing you. which lead to you both raising megumi and tsumiki, and later to him proposing to you and you both getting married! he hasn't regretted a single moment with you, not after seeing how you took care of megumi even despite how cold the boy could be, and how you recognised he was still a child. he liked the fact that you were good with kids. maybe he'd give you some of your own.

“satoru?” you called out for the nth time, giving his nose a kiss. belatedly, he realized you'd been calling out to him. huh. he got lost in thought.

“yeah, sweetheart?” he cooed, glancing up at you through his frosty lashes. you huffed in response, rolling your eyes lightheartedly as you cupped his face between your hands, thumb tracing the sharp contours of his visage.

“you blanked out on me for a few seconds there. you looked stupid.” you teased, to which he gasped in offense. him? stupid? not even in his dreams.

“you're stupid,” he stuck his tongue out childishly, watching as you raised a brow.

“am i now?” you challenged, giving him an unimpressed look. he blinks, meeting your gaze. you stare back, unblinking. you both maintain that position, starting an unspoken staring contest. he glances down at your lips for the briefest second, then looks back up. he blinks. with a groan, he sighs and pouts.

“no, ma'am. I'm a liar. a loser, even.” he mumbles dramatically, angling his head down.

“poor baby,” you coo mockingly, leaning up to peck his lips. he hums, leaning down to recapture your lips in a kiss.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling away to press kisses to your cheeks, nuzzling his face into the skin.

“i love you too,” you replied with a smile. “i guess..” you added, yelping as he bit into your cheek.

he let out a huff, burying his face into your chest, inhaling deeply. you both relaxed into the bed, taking in the silence. wordlessly, your fingers carded into his hair, caressing his scalp and scratching it. he almost lets out a moan from how good it felt. if he were a cat, he'd probably be purring by now, or at least that's what he thinks.

you both bask in the comforting atmosphere, giving you a moment to admire his frame. you watched as your wedding band glinted, reflecting the morning sun rays as your fingers threaded through angelic white locks. truly a sight to behold.

underneath the mop of hair, you could faintly see some of his features, as one half of his face was buried into your chest. long, white lashes cover up the beautiful sight of his gorgeous blue eyes, the contours of his under eyes hollowed out just the right amount to not induce worry from your end. his cheekbones, as high and sharp as ever, were currently donning a light flush, highlighted by the sun landing against his face.

and oh, his lips. naturally plump and full of life, but even more full as he'd woken up from his slumber, the deep color of them standing out against his pale skin. your eyes trailed easily, landing on his back. untouched. milky, pale skin, filled with dips and curves from his muscles. the only marks donning the skin on his back were from your nails. oops.

“baby?” satoru spoke aloud, interrupting the peaceful silence.

“yes, honey?” you answered, brushing his bangs back from his face. he gave you a toothy grin, eyes closing as he tilted his head up to look at you.

“I'm hard.” he stated sweetly, watching your face shift into a deadpan. “please! it'll be quick. i just need like 3– actually that's too less– i just need 15 minutes! for proper indulgence!” he pleads, fluttering his lashes at you. your lips twitch, mouth opening to start up your familiar complaints to him about his ‘raging morning wood’ until you pause, blinking. you glance towards the clock, then back at him.

“satoru.” the tone of your voice makes him straighten up a little. “if you don't get up right now.” is all you say, and suddenly, he's stood up, carrying you in his arms towards the bathroom.

another reason early mornings with your husband aren't easy is because– well– he’s hard to resist. it's easy to get lost into him, even when he's not doing it on purpose. but you wouldn't have it any other way, you think as you're finally set down on the toilet to tend to your business. you watch as satoru starts up the shower for you both, sticking his hand into the water to make sure the temperature was just right for you.

he nods in approval, beginning to shed himself of his clothes. “oh, and i forgot to mention but nanami said he'll bring in breakfast for us today. which gives us an extra 30 minutes to spare.” he smiles innocently, giving you a cheeky glance. already, you knew where this was headed.

with a sigh, you shake your head. unsurprising. when your husband wants something from you, he gets it. and what kind of wife would you be if you didn't indulge him? you wouldn't say it of course, but you quite liked your intimate moments with satoru. not like you'd need to tell him either, he saw right through you. after all, your husband is the greatest of them all, right?

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #jjk headcanons #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #tooth rotting fluff #jjk

[mirkwoodmunson]

‘what if Eddie consoles you crying and he starts laughing and you get offended but he can't help cause you're so cute’

ty to my dear sweet friend for messaging me this idea and allowing me to write for it if u see this iluvm 🫶

tw: injury & blood

“she calmin’ down?” you hear wayne call from the living room. you sigh softly and drop your forehead against eddie’s shoulder, and the boy chuckles and kisses your hair before yelling back,

“all good! bleeding’s stopped.”

you sniffle and eddie kisses you again, before leaning back over your knees, knelt before you, and continuing his work cleaning the wounds.

“…so stupid…” you scold yourself softly.

it had been one of those days where you could feel you were on edge, but there were things to look forward to today so, you’d shoved the feeling down and plastered on a smile. and then it only took that one little event to turn everything on its head, bring you back to earth and scold you for being such an airhead.

you’d arrived to the munson trailer, planning a movie night with eddie — staying in with popcorn and snacks and soda and scary films. grocery bags in hand you’d skipped up the steps — or… attempted to skip up the steps. your foot caught as you hopped up the first, catching you off-guard with a panicked squeal as you tripped forward. thankfully the bags were light enough you could brace your hands against the door and shield your head, but your poor knees were scraped to kingdom come as you heavily fell to them and skidded, blood dripping down your calves as wayne had opened the door to you and immediately ushered you inside as you began to wail.

“heyy!” eddie whines, looking up at you sat on the edge of his bed. “don’t say that about my most favorite person ever.”

“i wasn’t talking about wayne,” you attempt to joke. eddie tilts his head and narrows eyes at you.

“wayne doesn’t count, babe, he’s like… the person. don’t call yourself stupid, okay?” he kisses the knee that’s already bandaged and continues his work on the other.

you sniffle again and watch your boyfriend diligently dab away debris from the wound, being so careful and gentle with you. now and then he’d kiss the red skin surrounding it, stroke a thumb over your thigh and offer a reassuring smile. every time you winced he’d back off immediately with a soft apology, looking up to gain your consent to keep going.

and then you think about wayne taking the bags from you carefully as you cried on his doorstep, setting them aside and then quickly taking hold of your arms — just barely holding you, worried he’d somehow hurt you more just by touching you — bringing you inside the trailer and walking you to his comfy recliner. he’d sat you down and knelt in front of you, just like eddie was doing now, and he held your hands in his and watched you as he spoke in the smoothest tone.

“ooookay, oooookay, you’re alright, kid, you’re alright. you’re okay. just some bad scrapes, yeah? bet that fall was scary. munsons’ll fix y’right up. can’t tell you how many times that boy’s come home all banged up and uncle wayne had to glue him back together. this ain’t nothin’. i know it hurts, sweetie, just breathe. we gotcha.”

you’d felt like a child getting scooped up, rescued by the brave adult — the mighty uncle wayne. never once did he or eddie chide you when your emotions got the best of you.

a question you’d asked yourself plenty by now rings at the front of your brain — ‘what did i do to deserve these boys??’

you sniffle again and the tiniest whisper of a whimper leaves you, eddie looks up quickly and immediately his expression drops as he sees your face scrunched up, trying to hold back the knot in your throat while the tears streamed anyway.

“hey! hey what’s up?? why’re you cryin’? did-did somethin’ i do hurt?”

you can only hiccup, uttering that heavy, shuddering sigh that came hand-in-hand with those big tears. eddie can’t help the soft laughter, because he realizes suddenly you’re not crying ‘cause of the hurt this time. you’re crying because everything is a lot. you’re crying because despite that, you have help. you’re crying because without asking, you were being taken care of by people you loved; reminding you they loved you too. he sees your brow furrowed as you look at each other, looking at him with big watery eyes, fingers twisting into the hem of your shirt. eddie knows. and he can’t help it, ‘cause when you cry like this it makes your cheeks all rosy. makes you tender and shy with him, makes you whimper and squeak and god he can’t help that he thinks you’re just the cutest when you cry like this.

“s-s’not funny! wh-why’re yo-you laughing?”

“i-i’m not! i’m not laughing at you, i-i…” he stutters and then growls softly in frustration and snorts and grins as he just cups your cheeks and pulls you down to kiss you softly. “you’re just so fucking sweet. i’m sorry you got hurt. c’mere. you’re okay. c’mere.”

you cry freely and eddie just breathes soft laughter as you lean down to him and wrap arms around his shoulders, burying your face in him as you let the frustrations melt away with his warmth.

you cry because you have eddie, and you have wayne, and you have help and comfort and reassurance even when you don’t ask for it.

#heavily inspired by how much i love my friend i love her a lot ok u dont understand #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson ficlet #eddie munson comfort #mine #1k #2k #3k #4k

[thegreatestsandwich]

hi! I noticed you were looking for Xavier requests. I come with some ideas instead! (a) jealous or overprotective Xavier

(b) reader gets hurt either by the Hyde or somewhere in the fight at the end of the season

and that’s all my little pea brain can think of! Hope this helped you bc we need more Xavier fics!

Look at this forsaken mess you made me (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Xavier has five moods when it comes to you, happy, in love, jealous,  overprotective and worried...It really is an interesting combination

Warning: fluffiness and Xavier is my baby, deal with it, you will have a lot of him coming up soon

A/N: It took me YEARS to be able to learn how to write jealous :D

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It wasn’t supposed to happened like that. You were supposed to be away this weekend. Jesus, your parents even made the trip to get you, he was there, he helped you and even cried a little when you waved him goodbye from the back window of your dad’s car.

Today, of all of the days…

Why were you here?

Xavier couldn’t think as he grabbed your face and force you to look at him, he didn’t know if he was screaming, maybe he was, his chest felt tight, like a force was forcing his breaths out of his body and you didn’t killed him, he didn't felt bad or at the edge from death for touching you, something was wrong. His hands were red and he painted your face with that color, that color wasn’t supposed to be on your face, on your body. You don’t look good in red.

“Look at me.” He force himself to speak. But there you were, staring at him blinking slowly. “Don’t you dare looking away, you hear me?”

Someone tried to pull him away from you but he didn’t let them, he would not let you go.

“Listen to me,” He cradled your body in his arms. “You listen to me, you hear me? Don’t you dare to close your eyes (Y/N).”

Your name in his mouth sounded so dirty, like it didn’t belong there. Arms surrounded his shoulders and managed to get him away from you, he began screaming and trashing, trying to get himself free and return to your side. He could see you being pulled on a gurney.

“Don’t touch her!” He screamed. “Stop!”

“Pull yourself together man.” Ajax hold him tight. “They’re taking her to the hospital, you’ll see her there.”

Xavier breathed heavily as he watched the -now clear- ambulance drive away. He nodded wordlessly and Ajax helped him get up.

“C’mon, if we go now the faster you’ll see them again.”

Xavier pushed the hospital’s door opened, crashing against the reception’s counter. “(Y/N) (L/N) was brought here minutes ago, is she alright? Can I go see her?” He spoke quickly.

The recepcionist stared boringly at him before slowly typing your name on her computer. She popped her gum ball before speaking. “What’s your relationship with her?”

Xavier bit her cheek, breathing heavily. “I’m her boyfriend.”

She hummed, watching how a group of teenagers stand next to him, she frowned before realizing where they came from. “Sorry sweetheart but only immediate family can ask about her.”

He huffed, he was getting angrier. “Look, I need to see her.”

“Yeah, but can’t do anything to help you, maybe you should all sit there like good kids and wait for your parents, okey?”

Xavier was about to strangle the lady when Wednesday carefully put a hand on his arm, moving him to de side as she stared at the receptionist. “We want to know how she is doing.”

The receptionist stared at Wednesday, “As I said to your friend, only immediate family can ask about her, kid.”

“Wait for me in the cafeteria.” Wednesday’s eyes didn’t left the receptionist as she told the others. Her eyes slowly drifted downwards to her name tag. “Carol and I will come to an agreement, isn’t that right Carol?”

Xavier couldn’t stop moving, he needed to do it, his stress was making him nervous and no matter how hard Enid or Ajax tried to calm him down but it wasn’t helpful. Footsteps made him turn to the cafeteria’s door and he saw Wednesday entering calmly, he quickly walked to her.

“How’s she?!” He exclaimed.

Wednesday stared at him before giving him a paper. “Room 204, take the elevator and turn right.” Xavier stared at her, taking the paper before nodding and running to the elevator.

The number 204 stared at him, but he froze, endless questions began appearing on his head, but he entered anyway. You were lying on the bed completely frozen, several tubes were surrounded you and he almost cried at the image. He made his way to you and almost grabbed your hand but saw that you weren’t wearing gloves.

He quickly took off a pair of them (the same pair he bought after your day at the fair) and put them on, grabbing your hand, he kissed his own hand, imagining kissing yours. “You need to wake up (Y/N), you hear me?” He whispered. “I can’t…I can’t do this without you.”

Xavier didn’t know how long he was sleep, it was uncomfortable, yes. But when the tiny movement of sheets woke him up. He blinked for a moment before your hand carefully grabbing his. “Thank God.” He grasped it tightly. Closing his eyes as tears began forming. “Thank God you’re okey.”

“What…?” You rasped, trying to sit but hissing when the pain caught your body.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He gently pushed you back to the bed. “It’s okey, I’ll explain everything, I swear.”

A knock startled him and he quickly glanced at the door, he was preparing to fight whoever force him to leave. It opened and Wednesday made her way inside, she couldn’t look at you.

“Hey.” You gently greeted her and Xavier gave her a nod.

“Hey.” She responded, “Thank you for coming to help.” She whispered.

You smiled, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” You squeezed Xavier’s hand. “I’m happy I could help.”

Wednesday nodded, “The others are downstairs, they want to come up but if you want a few more minutes of your own, I don’t mind holding them out.”

“Please.” Xavier said, “An hour if you can.” Wednesday nodded before leaving, not before looking at you once again. “She asked you to come back?”

You nodded, “Enid send me a text that Wednesday needed help.”

Xavier closed his eyes, finally feeling al the stress going out. “Are you mad?!” He pushed away from you, began pacing. “Do you have any idea what you did?!”

“I help?” You were confused.

“You almost die! You were bleeding, you understand? I held you on my arms and you almost died!”

“Xavier…”

“No! No.” He tugged at his hair. “You can’t do this, you hear me?”

“Xavier…” You tried again.

“I can’t…I can’t…” He turned, not daring to look at you. “I can’t (Y/N), I can’t.”

“Xavier.” You exclaimed, managing to catch his attention, he was tearing up. You raised your hand and he quickly grabbed it. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t go through that again (Y/N), I can’t lose you.”

#xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe blurb #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thrope x you #xavier thrope fluff #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe angst #wednesday adams imagine #wednesday adams fic #wednesday netflix

[mtndw-whteout]

Oh to be a different person, in a different life.

I wrote somethin, its an au ive been festering with for a while

sorry for all the angst lately

Sirens rang through Reigens mind as he stared blankly at the wall before him. The smell of burnt wood and ash stained his nose, and his chest heaved heavily. 

The sound of discomfort wailed from the small child against his chest, snot-filled cries filling the silence. Reigen peered down at the child - Ritsu - lightly hushing him in hopes of comforting him. Ritsu stirred as he cried, his ash-covered face scrunched. Tears ran down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the muddied mess. Reigen's mouth pulled down into a frown, noting the small blisters forming on Ritsu’s cheeks and hands. 

Beside him, another child sat, leaning against Reigen as he watched out the window. Unlike Ritsu, he had not cried once since they arrived at Reigen’s small apartment. Shigeo was older, though, by only a year. He had as much reason to cry as his brother did, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he sat quietly, his face equally blistered and ash-covered, and watched the visible stars move slowly. 

Reigen didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was only a few days prior that he sat at the Kageyama’s table, laughing and carrying on. Then he got the call; he didn’t even remember getting into his car. The sight of the house - the home they had welcomed him into - in flames. He remembered briefly having Ritsu placed into his arms as Shigeo stood by him, his eyes glued to the street. His trembling hand holding onto his sleeve. The relief that flooded him knowing they were okay was beat by the dread of knowing that their parents weren’t. 

After a ride in an ambulance and a day at the hospital later, they were deemed okay to leave. He was told they weren’t in the house long after the fire started. Burn cream was applied to their faces and arms, but other than that they were healthy. 

Just apply the cream daily until the blisters are gone. He could do that.

Right. 

Now he was in charge of two kids when he barely could take care of himself; and as much as that feeling overwhelmed him, he knew he had to pull through. He was, at the moment, the only one the boys had. 

“Reigen..?” Shigeo called, his voice small just like the rest of him. He faced up at him, he looked tired. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Reigen’s voice cracked but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Shigeo rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Can I take a bath?” 

“Of course, will you watch your brother while I run the water?” He asked as he shifted to stand. He placed Ritsu in Shigeo’s awaiting arms, the younger boy had fallen asleep and only stirred at the movement.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, watching Shigeo nod slightly. He made his way to the bathroom, the tile cold against his sock-covered feet. Turning the faucet on, he plugged the tub and watched the water pour for a moment. 

Returning to the living room, he noticed Shigeo humming and rocking Ritsu in his arms. It was sickly sweet to watch, it made his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

“The bath should be ready soon.” He told Shigeo as he seated himself in front of the boy. 

Shigeo looked up at him, his eyes barely staying open as he offered a small smile. 

“‘itsu’s bein’ fussy,” Shigeo said, his voice just above a whisper. “‘e’s tired, like me.” 

“Yeah? You ready to go to bed soon?” Reigen asked and was met with a yawn in response. He laughed. “If you want, we can go out and get some Mobdonalds in the morning. How does that sound?” 

Shigeo hummed, too tired for words. Reigen smiled and stood up once again. He reached down and offered to take Ritsu. Shigeo allowed his brother to be scooped up and accepted the hand that was extended to him afterward. Ritsu awoke again, whining only a little as they made their way to the bathroom.

After a lot of bubbles and gentle scrubbing, they were finally ash-free. Their blisters thankfully were healing quickly, especially only after such a short amount of time. 

Reigen got them dressed for bed and soon they fell asleep beside him on his bed. Unfortunately for him, sleep didn’t come anytime soon. He spent his time staring at his ceiling; thinking of how his future was going to look from now on.

UGH im not good at writing im sorry, im just didn't want to draw it out

basically, in short, The Kageyama house fire? yeah it happens and the kageparents don't survive, and Reigen, who the Kageparents had known since he was 14, is now Ritsu and Shigeos guardian. An older brother of sorts.

Reigen is 20, Shigeo is 4 and Ritsu is 2, going on 3.

AAAHHHHHH

#art #artists on tumblr #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #ritsu kageyama #i dont know why im doing this #my brain wont stop hurting me #ive literally cried over this multiple times #reigen was like originally hired to mow the kageparents lawn and stuff like that #and eventually was just pseudo adopted by them #he was super excited when they told them they were gonna have kids #he thought of himself as an older sibling to them #URGH #im sorry #au #fic

[harlowcomehome]

Sooo request: what if Hazel and Jade are asleep and Jack and the reader are having a lil fun. But then they hear Jade crying. So Jack goes and check on her and she tells him she heard her mommy screaming and wants to know if she’s okay 🥺🥺🥺

“Is mommy okay?”

You let out a sigh of relief, making Jack chuckle. “Oh yeah? Tell me more” he smirked, his curls were pressed against his forehead with sweat.

Your legs were intertwined in your messy bedsheets, you were still naked.

“Stop babe. Hand my clothes, please” You covered your face as he continued to smirk to himself.

“I think you forgot we had kids for a moment” he continued to tease you as he handed you the pajamas you were previously wearing.

You stood up to think for a moment, “I’m actually going to take a quick shower, rinse off real quick” you smiled as you carried your bunched up pajamas into the bathroom.

Jack gave you a kiss and slapped your bottom as you walked by. You had only been in the shower for less than two minutes when you heard crying coming from Jades room.

“Probably a nightmare, I got it” Jack let you know as he quickly left the room. You rushed the remainder of your shower, wanting to see what was going on for yourself.

Meanwhile, Jack made his way to Jades room and she was sitting up in her bed. He was concerned, they had just made a transition to a “big girl bed” and he had assumed she was having a hard time adjusting.

“Oh sweet Jadey, daddies here. What’s wrong?” Jack whispered as he flicked her light on.

Jade was heavily crying, coughing as she choked on the lump in her throat. She was sat up in the center of her bed.

“Dad- daddy!” She coughed as she held her hands out for him to pick her up.

Jack immediately picked her up, bouncing her in his arms as if she was still a baby, after all she was still technically “the baby.”

He rubbed her back as she cried “where’s mommy? Is mommy okay?”

He realized her concerned tone and before he could reply you were in the doorway, watching the soft exchange.

“Is she alright?” You mouthed and he shrugged, you noticed his eyes were widened and still full of worry.

“Look Jadey, mommy is here” he turned her to face you and she immediately held her hands out for you to take her from her dad.

“Do you wanna tell me why you are crying?” You hummed as you mimicked the motions Jack was just doing, bouncing her up and down and rubbing her back.

“Mommy, I heard you scream. You was being loud” she sniffled.

Jack almost instantly stifled a laugh, covering it the best he could with a cough.

“I thought you was hurting” Jade whimpered as you continued to soothe her. “You okay?” She looked at you full of concern.

“I’m okay baby, I’m so sorry” you tried to avoid looking at your husband who was doing all that he could to hold back from laughing.

“Mommy was just having a scary dream” Jack chimed in, his voice cracking from almost giggling.

“Yeah, but I’m okay and you should go back to sleep Jadey bug” you softly placed her back in her bed.

“Prowmise?” She looked up at you with her big brown eyes, still full of tears.

“I promise” you smiled and both you and Jack gave her a kiss goodnight before checking on Hazel who was sound asleep.

When you got back into the bedroom, Jack bursted into giggles immediately and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“That’s actually so mortifying” you covered your face, in embarrassment, Jack walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

You leaned your head on his chest, feeling it move as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, yeah get it all out” you rolled to her eyes and he rubbed your back as he did.

“I’m sorry but admit it, it’s kind of funny” he snorted and you laughed too.

“If your laugh wasn’t so cute, I’d be mad” you hummed and he blushed, bending down to kiss you.

“Every time you say that it makes me blush, even after all this time” he confessed.

“I know that’s why I do it” you winked.

“Let’s go to bed” he whispered, and you looked at him up and down.

“Shower first Harlow!” You said sternly and he clicked his tongue at you.

“That’s what I get for laughing huh?” He smiled as he made his way to the bathroom, and you giggled in response.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #dad! jack #Jack Harlow fluff #Jack Harlow concepts #Jack harlow imagines #Jackharloww

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

To Keep Fighting Part Two

A/N: It took longer than it is, but here is part two. I have decided that there is going to be an epilogue.

@estrellami-1 @goodolefashionedloverboi @wonderland-girl143-blog

Part One

Steve lay on the floor, breathing heavily as his mother wiped his nose. She was still crying a little, her hands shaking.

"You scared the hell out of your mother, son," John said weakly.

"Sorry," Steve said.

"What did you mean when you said that Eddie's alive, boy?" Wayne asked. "Your folks just told me he was dead."

"He did die, but he's back now, and I think he's being controlled by Vecna - Henry Creel," Steve said.

"Love, I know how much you want him to be alive," Maggie said softly.

"Ma, please . . . ," Steve said.

"Okay, okay . . . If you say he's back, then I believe you," Maggie said and stroked his cheek. "It's okay."

"Mammy . . . I don't feel good," Steve said weakly.

He stood up and started walking towards the kitchen. He barely made it to the kitchen before he threw up black sludge in the sink.

"Oh my god!" Maggie shrieked.

"You have to set it on fire!" Steve yelled. "Fire!"

"Back up!" John yelled. "I got this!"

They watched as he poured alcohol over the sludge and then dropped a match. It exploded into flames, and Steve screamed in pain. He felt like his insides were burning.

"It's still inside of me!" Steve yelled.

"What do we do?!" Maggie cried.

"When Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, Joyce took him to him to Hopper's cabin and basically turned it into a sauna," Steve gasped, leaning heavily against his mother. "It doesn't like the heat."

"Is this what this is?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know, but you have to tie me down," Steve said. "Whatever it is, fire is the best way to get rid of it."

"Well, okay, let's crank up the heat," John said, clapping his hands together.

"Karen, maybe we should take Holly home," Ted said.

"With the air like it is?" Karen asked.

"Karen, there's a bunch of games in the basement and a TV if you don't want to leave. It's also soundproof," Maggie said. "It's where Steve and the kids like to hang out. They get a little loud."

"Thank you," Karen said softly. "Steve’s going to be okay. He's strong."

"Thanks, Karen," Maggie said gratefully.

"Ted, you're going to stay here and help," Karen said and then let Maggie her show her the basement with Holly.

"Let's get the fireplaces going," John said. "I think there's some rope in the shed out back."

Charles and Ted dragged a chair into the living room. Sue and Claudia helped Steve into the same room, setting him in the chair. John got to work to make the room as hot as possible. Claudia held onto Steve's hand tightly, her bottom lip trembling.

"You're going to be okay," Claudia said.

"I know," Steve said. "No reason to cry over me, Claudia. I'm going to be okay."

"You're very brave," Sue sniffled. "I'm going to get the rope."

Claudia pressed a kiss to Steve's hair and then let Maggie take her place when she came back into the room.

"You've got a lot of people who love you, sweetheart," Maggie said kneeling next to him. "Which is why you're going to fight this, okay?"

"I know, Ma," he said softly. "I'm scared."

"Me too," Maggie said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mammy," Steve said.

"Do you remember the last time that you called me that?" Maggie asked. "You were just a little lad, your eyes bigger than yourself. Then you sprouted up like a weed and it was just Ma."

"You're always my Mammy," Steve sniffled.

"My sweet boy," Maggie sobbed.

Sue came back with the ropes and with Maggie, they began to tie him to the chair. Maggie was tying his feet to the chair when she laughed, tickling his feet.

"Ma!" Steve laughed.

"I remember when you were little and I used to tickle your feet," she said.

"Yeah, you used to say that I would inherit your Da's giant feet," Steve said.

"And you did," Maggie laughed. "Ma used to joke that his feet were as big as his ego."

The room grew warmer as John stoked the fires. Steve tried to squirm in his seat, to fight against the ropes. Something inside of him didn't like what was happening. John grabbed a bunch of heaters from the basement and centered them around Steve, cranking them as high as possible.

"None of you have to be here for this," Steve said, looking at Sue and Claudia.

"After everything that you've done for our children, how could we leave you like this?" Sue asked.

"Son, you have put your life on the line for them many times," Charles said. "After your parents informed us of what happened, we talked to the kids. They told us everything."

"Dustin and Lucas wouldn't stop talking about you," Claudia said. "All of us are so proud of you and we're all going to be here while you fight this."

"So, shut up and let us be here for you," Sue said.

It grew painful and whatever was inside of him, was screaming. It wanted to stay. Suddenly there was laughter inside of his head. It was dark and cold, trying to wedge itself to the forefront of his mind. It was trying to take him over. Steve gritted his teeth and focused on the weeping face of his mother, and he thought of Robin. She was his best friend, and he knew that they would soon be here. Oh, God, he didn't want to her to see him like this. He thought of Dustin, who would also be here. They needed to hurry this up.

"Everyone's going to be here soon," Steve said weakly. "I don't want Dustin to see me like this. I don't want the kids to see me like this. They've been through enough. I need someone to grab the poker and put it into the fire then press it against my skin."

"No!" John and Maggie said.

"This thing needs to get out. You should probably grab some buckets and be prepared to light this thing on fire," Steve said. "If I'm going to be puking this thing out. Please!"

Everyone rushed to grab a couple of metal buckets and matches. The laughter grew loudly in his head. John stood in front of him, a poker in his hand. John's hand shook, his eyes filing with unshed tears as he stood in front of his son.

"You don't have to be the one to do this, John," Charles said. "Let someone else do it for you."

"No, I need to be the one to help my son," John said.

"Dad. . . "

"It's okay, my boy, it's going to be okay," he said.

John's hand still trembled, sweat pouring down the side of his head. Everyone was covered in sweat now. It was Wayne who stepped forward and took the poker from his hand.

"Let me do something," Wayne said and it was now him standing before Steve. "Sorry, kid, I don't even know you."

"Maybe that's best," Steve laughed.

Wayne pressed the poker into Steve's skin and Steve screamed. The thing inside of him screamed louder. Darkness grew at the edges of his vision and then suddenly, it was like someone else had taken over, but Steve could still everything that was going on.

"You are pathetic!" The thing screamed. "You couldn't kill me the first time. What makes you can do it this time?"

"Vecna," Maggie said with wide eyes.

"Is that what they've been calling me?" He laughed. "Not bad."

"Get the hell out of my son!" Maggie said.

She grabbed the poker and kept pressed against Steve's skin. His veins turned black as Vecna used Steve's voice to scream. His head dropped and he went still. Maggie pulled back with the poker. Vecna started laughing.

"Did you really think that it would be that easy?" Vecna asked. "To put your mind at ease, your son will soon be dead. The virus will take over his body allowing me to possess him freely with the help of my new puppet. According to my other puppet, it's what he would call . . . vampirism. A vampire, a member of the undead. Who knows? I may keep his body permanently. It's a nice body."

Maggie snarled, her face a twisted fury, and she pressed the poker to his cheek. Vecna laughed and let go of Steve's body. Suddenly, Steve was in control of his body again.

"I'm going to be sick," Steve said. "Mammy."

Claudia rushed forward with a large metal bucket and held it out under him. Steve puked into the bucket, depositing black sludge into the bucket. It was near to full. Charles took out and burned it. He came back in rather quickly.

"I burned it. Did he feel it?" Charles asked.

"No, I felt nothing. It's gone," Steve said weakly, his nose bleeding. "It's all gone."

John and Maggie untied their son from the chair. He relaxed to the floor and let his parents pull him into their arms. Meanwhile, everyone else worked to put out the fire, clean up, and literally do anything else to give the parents some time with their son.

"It's okay, we're here. We're here," John cried into his son's hair. "We're never going anywhere ever again. We promise."

The doorbell rang. Claudia rushed to answer the door. Steve blinked sleepily and tilted his head slightly when he heard Dustin's voice.

"It sure is warm in here. Why is it so warm in here?" Dustin asked and they heard Claudia burst into tears. "Mom?"

Everyone else spilled into the living room. Joyce and Hopper were at the front of the group, staring down at the family on the floor. The edges of Steve's vision were growing dark.

"What the hell happened?" Hopper asked before Steve lost consciousness.

A FEW DAYS LATER. . .

The sky in Hawkins was now red and lightning flashed amongst the dark, rolling clouds. Steve couldn't remember the last time that he had seen the sun. He missed it. He stared out the window of his bedroom. It's been a few days since the virus left Steve but every so often, he had this feeling that something dark was lurking in the shadows. They hadn't heard from Vecna or heard from Eddie either. Hopper still had his doubts that Eddie was alive, as did Ted. Dustin and Wayne were more than willing to believe him. Even with how dark the town was now; Dustin had more hope than anyone now. Even though Max was still in a coma.

Steve was feeling a lot better now that the vampirius, as Dustin so aptly named it, wasn't running rampant throughout his body. His burns, bites, and rash still hurt, but they were no longer killing them. They only thing that was really killing him was the emotional pain that was left behind, knowing that they were doing nothing to try to save Eddie. Focusing on Vecna and closing the gates were the most important things. He was furious about that, along with Dustin, Wayne, and his parents, but he knew that Hopper was probably right.

He sighed. He missed the sun. Even if things were back to normal, he still wouldn't see it right now. It was nighttime and he was supposed to be asleep along with everyone else in the house. Due to the apocalypse running throughout the town, Steve's house had turned into a refugee camp. The Hopper-Byers were sleeping here as well as Wayne and the Hendersons. Dustin had refused to leave his side after what happened. Robin was staying here too, due to the fact that her parents were unable to come back to town when they left to visit a friend.

Steve. . .

"Eddie?" Steve asked, whirling around.

He hadn't heard from Eddie in a few days. The voice called for him again. It sounded weird. . .a lot colder. Steve wondered downstairs, the sound getting louder. He headed towards the back door. It sounded like he was calling him from out by the pool. A loud snore startled him. Jesus, Hopper was loud. Steve paused before heading out the back door. There was someone resting in one of the lawn chairs. He got closer and stopped. It was Eddie. He grinned, his skin gray and his eyes red.

"Steve Harrington," he said, his voice cold. "You know, I've seen you bouncing around in here. You're a lot prettier in person."

"Why are you acting like this is the first time we met?" Steve asked.

"Oh. Do you think that I'm Eddie?" He asked.

"Vecna?" Steve asked.

"Oh, no, I'm not the boss. I'm something else entirely," he said and shook his head. "I'm not Eddie either, but he sure is screaming in here. I might have let him get a glimpse of what I am going to do to you. He is not a happy camper."

"What are you going to do to me?" Steve asked.

"Oh, the boss wants you gone. If he doesn't get you as his pet, then no one gets you," Kas cackled, and in a flash, he had him up against the wall. "Unfortunately, the boss man said not to play with my food. He did say I could eat you, though, and Daddy is very hungry."

Kas rolled out his long, black tongue and flicked it at Steve.

"Anything else of yours that's bigger than it should be?" Steve asked darkly as he squirmed under Kas's hold.

"Steve Harrington, are you flirting with me?" Kas asked.

"I don't know, would flirting with you convince you not to kill me?" Steve asked.

"I like you, Steve," Kas purred. "It's a damn shame that I have to kill you."

Kas bared his fangs and bit into his neck. Steve yelped. Kas hissed and jumped back, Steve’s blood on his lips.

"What? Do I taste bad?" He asked.

"Oh, Eddie is fighting like hell. Man, he can fight for what's his," Kas laughed. "I guess this is going to have to be quick."

Kas drew out his claws and slapped a hand over his mouth before slamming his claws right into Steve’s stomach. Steve let out a muffled holler. Kas grinned at him, removed his claws, and moved to slam them back in when Kas groaned. Kas stumbled back and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. Kas moaned loudly, scowling. Steve slid to the floor, clutching his stomach as he watched him.

"No, mine!" Kas growled.

His entire body seized, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He went still, and then his eyes closed. A moment later, his eyes flew up, and he gasped, the red eyes fading to brown. He sat up, looking at Steve, and crawled over to him. Looking into his eyes, Steve knew that the body now belonged to the original owner.

"Eddie," Steve smiled.

It hurt, his stomach. It hurt a lot more than the bites, and he knew his claws had sunk in deep.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should have fought harder," Eddie sobbed and pulled him into his arms.

"It wasn't you. It wasn't your fault. You fought, Eddie, you fought," Steve said. "Continue to fight."

"Fuck this. You're not going to die," Eddie cried.

Steve watched in alarm and watched as giant wings snapped out of Eddie's back. Eddie picked him up effortlessly. He flew up and into the sky.

"Eddie. . ."

"Hold on, baby, I'm getting you help," Eddie said.

"Angel. . . " Steve muttered.

"Pretty sure that I'm a vampire," Eddie replied.

"Is it too soon?" Steve asked, the wind rushing all around him.

"Is what too soon?" Eddie asked.

"To say that I love you," he said, and then he fell asleep.

Steve was dreaming. He was sure of it. There was a huge battle in the center of town, amongst the wreckage. Vecna was front and center. Everyone was fighting against the onslaught of demogorgons and demobats that he was sending their way. His parents and the rest of his family were amongst the fighters. Vecna grinned, and suddenly, his family was dying. Eddie stood beside him as Kas. What message was Vecna trying to send? Oh, he didn't know. He didn't know that Eddie was free and Kas was dead. Steve had to help.

He gasped and opened his eyes. He blinked rapidly. He was in the hospital. Shit, he was alive? Maybe his claws didn't hit as far as he thought they had. Steve looked around the room. There was no Eddie in sight. Shit. There was no one in the room. No one at all. Steve groaned and managed to pull himself up. Okay, maybe he hadn't been as hurt as he thought. He disconnected himself away from the machines and IVs before slipping out of the bed. His clothes were folded on the chair, and he pulled them on carefully. The hospital was busy, too busy for anyone to see him sneak out. He walked outside and luckily found a car that someone had forgotten to lock. Steve smiled as he remembered watching Eddie's hands work as he leaned against him. He did exactly what he watched Eddie. He whooped when he managed to start the car.

"Wonder what else those lovely hands can teach me," Steve muttered with a smirk.

He drove towards the center of town, and everyone was there. Steve got out of the car and leaned against it, clutching his stomach. They were fighting, but Vecna hadn't shown up yet, nor had Eddie. Oh, Steve had spoken too soon. Vecna strolled onto the scene with Eddie following after.

"You can not win this fight," Vecna said. "Not against me and my little puppets."

El walked forward and raised her hand. She paused when Eddie started laughing.

"Oh. Henry, you think that I'm still yours. No, Kas is dead," Eddie laughed. "No, you didn't factor in the one thing that's more powerful than you."

"What's that?" Vecna scowled.

"Love," Eddie grinned, and then his expression grew dark. "And you tried to use Kas to kill the man that I love."

Eddie rushed forward and ripped out his throat. He continued to chew through his viney neck until he came to the end, and he was holding Vecna's head in his hands. He dropped it with a grimace. The ground shook, and another earthquake hit Hawkins. The ground opened up for a moment, vines pulling Vecna's body in, almost as if the Upside Down was eating him as well as the dead bodies of the bats and the dogs. The red sky started to dissipate, the lightning coming to a complete stop. The sun started to peak over the horizon. Everyone was staring at Eddie. Steve stumbled forward.

"Eddie. . . "

"Stevie, you're alive!" Eddie grinned and moved forward to catch him before he hit the floor, wrapping his arms around his waist to hold him up. "Gotchya."

"You saved us," Steve grinned.

Eddie grinned and moved forward to kiss him when Steve wedged a hand between their faces.

"No kisses?" Eddie whimpered, his brown eyes soft and wide.

"You still have a bit of Vecna in your mouth," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "I'm not kissing you until every bit of him is gone."

Eddie laughed. Steve pressed a hard kiss to his cheek.

"When did this happen?!" Mike shrieked.

"Oh, Mike, you have missed so much!" Dustin exclaimed. "Isn't this great?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess. Happy for them," Mike said bitterly.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" Dustin asked. "Mike?!"

"You love me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I do," Eddie said. "You love me too."

Steve managed to pull himself away from Eddie long to be pulled into a hug by his parents as well as the kids and Robin. Meanwhile, Eddie was being hugged tightly by Wayne. The gates were closed, but the damage was done. The town, as well as the people, needed to be rebuilt. Max had woken up as Vecna had died, her eyesight intact, well, not as great as they used to be. She was definitely going to need glasses. She still had some healing to do, but she was alive. They tried to get Steve to go back to the hospital, but all he wanted to do was to lay in his own bed, particularly with Eddie after he had a good shower. Steve got his wish and was now settled in the safety of his boyfriend's arms.

"You sure you don't want to go back to the hospital?" Eddie asked.

"If I show signs of infection, then I'll go back, okay?" Steve said sleepily. "I just want to be home."

His bedroom was open, so the sounds from downstairs could filter through. Steve’s eyes closed, falling asleep to the sound of his lover's slow vampire heartbeat and the sound of his family celebrating in the living room.

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[ladykailitha]

In the Midnight Hour Part 4

We get more of the party as plan is starting to form.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

*

Eddie landed on the roof and tapped on the window. The window immediately opened and he leapt back in surprise.

“Holy shit!” he cried. “You’ve never been waiting for me before.”

Steve chuckled. “Jokes on you. I’m always waiting. I just usually am in bed when I do. “

Eddie cocked his head. “You wait for me?”

“I can set my watch to you showing up, you know?” Steve teased. “At exactly midnight, like clock work.”

Eddie blinked. “You know...I don’t think I realized that I was that punctual. Mrs Click would have been impressed. Was always late to her class.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t think anyone liked her class, not even the history nerds.”

“You a history nerd, Harrington?” Eddie asked as he sat down on the roof gripping his ankles.

“No,” Steve said as he crawled out of his window to sit next to him. “The dates made my head swim. Though that could have been the concussion.”

“Just how many concussions have you had?” Eddie barked.

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Is that your first question tonight?” he asked with a wink.

Eddie laughed. “Sure, pretty boy, if that how you wanna play it. That’s my first question.”

“Um...if I’m counting them right, three,” Steve said after a moment.

“Three in three years?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not good,” Eddie said softly. “Do you know that too many of them can kill you? Like even if it’s a little bump, having too many concussions will make your brain so soft a little bump could kill you. And you’re out there fighting monsters, protecting those kids and for what? You don’t owe them a god damn thing, Steve. Jesus Christ!”

Steve looked down at his hands. “Did I tell you the first time I faced a monster I ran?”

Eddie’s mouth went dry. “Nope. No way. I’ve seen you in action, dude. There is no way you ran.”

He shrugged. “You can ask Nancy and Jonathan if you want. They’ll tell you how I turned tail and ran.”

“Wait...” Eddie said slowly. “I do know this story. Nancy was telling it Robin. You came back. You listened to their screams of terror and came back.”

Steve looked up at him with a small smile. “Yeah, I did. Jonathan had to drag me and Nancy out so we could all run together. But this is what I meant when I told you give yourself some credit. Fight or Flight. You couldn’t fight it. So you ran. It’s okay to run. As long as you come back when you need to.”

Eddie closed his eyes.

“And you did, Eddie,” Steve said softly. “You fought for Dustin who you wanted to protect.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve bumped their shoulders together. “My turn. Why was Chrissy Cunningham in your trailer that night?”

“Fuck, man,” Eddie said. “Veto.”

Steve winced. “Sorry.”

Eddie sighed. “I just don’t want to get you into trouble. It wasn’t strictly legal. But she was so scared, man. Pure terror in her eyes.”

Steve nodded. “I think Vecna had been haunting her for a while. Like what he did with Max and Nancy.”

Eddie’s head snapped up. “What?”

“You didn’t know?” Steve asked with a frown. “All the victims had Vecna in their head.”

Eddie thought for a minute. “Holy shit, that makes more sense.” He looked at Steve. “Is that what you think, that I’m a Vecna specter living inside your head?”

“You are my greatest failure, man,” Steve said quietly. “It would make sense.”

Eddie frowned. “You told me not be a hero, and I did it anyway. I thought you said that you were pragmatist. What happened to that?”

Steve sighed heavily. “It’s Dustin. He blames me for your death. He’s changed so much in his grief and there is nothing anyone can say or do to pull him out of it.”

“Shit.” Eddie had been so caught up in the thrill of teasing Steve that he forgot that there were other people that would miss him.

“You should go visit him,” Steve murmured. “Or your Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie let out a low whine. “I can’t. You know why I can’t.” He tapped to the side of his head.

Steve let out a low gasp. “Shit, man. I got so wrapped up in everything that I forgot I don’t live in a world that you aren’t some bastard’s plaything.” He ran his hands over his face. “That was cruel of me to suggest it.”

Eddie nodded. “I wish I wasn’t. But even I know if Veckie decides to the plug, I’m back to being dead.”

Steve nodded back. He ran a finger over the scar on Eddie’s chin. “I wish I could have saved you.”

Suddenly Eddie was clutching his head.

“Eddie!” Steve called. He reached out to touch him but Eddie shrank away.

“It’s‒ah!” Eddie screamed. “It’s Vecna. He’s angry. Oh god, it hurts!”

Steve was on his knees. He didn’t dare touch Eddie, but he hovered close. “What hurts?”

Eddie just screamed and then suddenly he was being yanked into the air, his feet kicking as he was pulled back to the Upside Down.

Steve stared at the no vacant spot where Eddie once was in shock. He had touched Eddie before. But this time it hurt him. What had changed?

*

Steve didn’t sleep at all that night, tossing and turning. The guilt of having hurt Eddie, eating away his insides. He knew that there was only one person he could talk to about this.

He showered and dressed. On his way he stopped by and grabbed donuts. He pulled into the parking lot and fought to control his breathing. He pounded his fists on the steering wheel and he squeezed his eyes shut.

It was the right choice. It had to have been. Because there wasn’t another. He got out the car and grabbed the donuts.

“You can do this,” he said to himself, talking himself up.

Steve looked up at the hospital, lips quivering, hands shaking as he gripped the box. He took one step. And then another. Soon he was at reception asking for her room number because he knew she had been moved since the last time he was here.

He walked into the room to see Max sitting up and chatting with someone just behind the door. He took another step and immediately tried to back out.

“Oh shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He stepped back, but realized he still had the donut box in his hand. “Oh here. I mean. You can have these. I’ll come back later.”

“You take one step out this room, Steve Harrington,” Max growled from her bed, “and I will hunt you down.”

Steve looked down at the floor. “I think that’s up to Dustin, if he wants me here.”

Suddenly he had an arm full of Dustin Henderson and they were both crying.

“I didn’t mean it,��� Dustin cried. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Steve just tucked the boy under his chin and held tight.

Max huffed. “It’s about time, morons.”

They finally stepped away from each other.

“I’m sorry, too,” Steve said. “I should have left someone else with you so he didn’t feel the need to protect you.” I should have stayed.

“He was so brave,” Dustin whimpered.

“I‒I might have some news on that front,” Steve said. “It’s why I’m here bribing Max with donuts.”

Both Max and Dustin’s eyebrows shot up.

“About Eddie?” Max asked.

“Sorta,” Steve said. “But that’s the wrong order. Let me tell it from the beginning.”

And so he did. He talked about the nightmares at first. The constant terror and ghosts from his past. Everyone he couldn’t save. Barb. Billy. And finally Eddie.

And then about a couple months back, Eddie started showing up at his house at midnight. Every night. He was and wasn’t Eddie. He had the same smile, the same humor, but he was wrong. Fangs, wings and claws. His wounds sealed, but not healed. As if one touch and the wound would open, spilling his life’s blood once again.

How Steve thought that these were just more nightmares. But found out a couple of days ago that he might be more real than he thought. How scared he was for Eddie. How Vecna was living in his head. And that’s why he needed to talk to Max.

“Because Vecna had been living in my head, too,” she said softly.

Steve nodded. They had long since polished off the donuts and Steve was sitting on the edge of her bed, Dustin back in his chair next to them.

Dustin let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god he went to you and not anyone else.”

Steve frowned. “Why’s that?”

“Anyone else would have been too mad with grief to think properly.”

That hurt. Steve inhaled sharply. “You don’t think I miss him as much as everyone else?”

“No, no!” Max cried rushing to reassure him. “That’s not what he meant at all. Right, Dustin?”

Dustin looked between them, eyes wide. “No of course not. What I meant was that you’re always level headed in a fight. Everyone else would have been so caught up in their grief it might have broke them.”

Steve sighed and went over to Dustin, hugging him again. “He misses you.”

Dustin started crying again. “I want him back. I just...”

“I know,” Steve murmured. “Me, too. Me, too.”

“Which is why we need to get the party back together,” Max said.

“We were only planning to destroy the gates and kill Vecna,” Dustin agreed. “But now we have to save Eddie, too.”

Steve nodded. “We’re going to need Wayne, too.”

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[scary-lasagna]

Does Toby's mom treat everyone as if they are her own? Also where is your Toby's mom from?

Toby's mom

I thiiink I headcanoned Toby being from Minnesota, USA.

But over all Toby likes to brag about his german roots despite only know the curse words that Slender mutters under his breath.

While Toby's mom is still alive unlike many other of the manor's parental figures, Toby is not allowed to let her know that he's alive.

It would detrimentally mess her up, knowing her son not only killed one person and lit the neighborhood up with arson, but now he does it for a living alongside many other mentally unstable individuals.

It would also wreck her not knowing if he was or wasn't alive during dark periods of missions where he's not allowed contact with anyone besides Slender.

But Toby does visit her secretly, not face to face, but he looks upon her new life from the bushes. He makes sure her new husband is treating her well, and the kids are always tucked in good night from his spot in the trees.

He cries often when he peeks in on her life, watching her smile and laugh unlike the latest years that he saw her.

No one in the manor knows of her personally, Toby mentions her in stories once in a while as he does Lyra, but no one ever presses about either of them, knowing it's sensitive.

But one day he got closer than he should have, on accident of course.

__

He visits Lyra's grave often, and he brings snacks and likes to talk to her about his life since the last time he visited.

It happened to be Lyra's birthday, and Toby's mom was visiting as well.

Toby was sitting and eating animal crackers, completely caught off guard when footsteps started approaching. He put up his hood just in time to hide his identity.

His mom came up and stood right beside him, and Toby was frozen, locked eyes with that little dash between the dates of Lyra's life on the headstone.

"How'd you know her?"

And Toby's heart just...shattered on the spot. He could've broke down, could have yanked down his hood and sobbed into his mom's arms, could just ran away.

But he didn't.

"She helped me a lot in school."

"Hah, yeah, that definitely sounds like her. Lyra was my daughter. She was a beautiful thing, inside and out."

Toby simply nodded. A moment of silence passed and she fixed a faux flower in the vase.

"They say it gets less painful as time goes on...but a parent should never have to bury their child." She sighed, glancing over at the hooded stranger, "Life doesn't stop hurting, hun. You just have to learn to deal with it and continue on with a smile."

Toby quietly started crying at this point, barely holding in his sobs. But alas, he nodded along.

"My son, he was born with a condition where he couldn't feel pain. But I could tell he was hurting. Inside." She shook her head, and sighed away the negative thoughts clouding her head.

"I wish you the best, sir, I'm sure that Lyra would be happy you're here to visit on her birthday."

He nodded again, not able to get any words past his lips.

He sighed heavily once she left, and was finally allowed to break down at the foot on her grave, wailing into the dirt.

The only pain he knows is a broken a heart.

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[samutoru]

my love, mine all mine – erasers [ 0.1 ]

pairing : akutagawa x afab!reader

a/n - this story is HEAVILY based off of horimiya ! if this makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read this smau :) also in this smau, reader goes by Y/n Nakajima!

warnings : none

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" Unless you try to find out for yourself... You'll never get a glimpse of what someone else is really like. "

"Morning Y/n!" A voice called out. You turned around and saw the short black haired girl running behind you

"Good morning Yosano!" 

"We've got 1st period english today, right??" You watched Yosano pulled out her English notebook and slammed it onto your desk, "Lemme copy your homework PLEASEEEEE" Yosano begged. 

Seeing the sight of Yosano practically on her knees begging for the homework made you feel bad for her. "You forgot to translate it at home again?!" You exclaimed, wanting to giggle at her mistake, you shook your head in disbelief. You then pulled out your notebook and handed it to Yosano.

"I swear, what would you do without me.." You sighed as Yosano snatched your notebook out of your hands and began writing down the translations from last night's homework.

"Thanks alot! I owe you one," Yosano sighed in relief as she fastened the pace of her writing.

 "Oh! By the way, a friend from another school asked me for your phone number, what should I do? Do you want me to give it to him?" Yosano added as she stopped to look at your expression.

"Hmm, he didn't ask himself so no, turn him down for me okay?" You answered as you began to fidget with your pencil.

"Nakajima-san" A voice interrupted, you watched the black haired boy pick up an eraser from the floor. It was your eraser. "You dropped your eraser," The boy continued as he held out your eraser, you grabbed your eraser from him and thanked him. 

"Akutagawa-Kun sure is gloomy, not that he's new or anything he just seems like he'd be a total otaku.." Yosano whispered. 

"Like, as in a 'Moeeee~' type of guy?" You questioned. The thought of Akutagawa with an nendoroid of an thicc anime character never really crossed your mind, you never really pictured him to be that type of guy.

"Yeah yeah! Exactly like that! Don't you think so too Y/n?" Kasumi asked. "Not really,," You grumbled. 

"Well anyways, I'm going to karaoke with Tachihara and everyone else, you wanna come?" Yosano asked as she finished copying your homework. 

"Sorry I'll pass,"

"Come on! You alwaysssss say that!" Yosano complained practically begging you to go with her. 

Unless you try to find out for yourself... You'll never get a glimpse of what someone else is really like. 

I think that's pretty much how things are- well.. that goes for me too.

You were at home cleaning and getting the house ready and got distracted with all the house chores that you never really noticed that it was time to pick your little brother up from daycare.

"Shoot! It's almost time for me to go pick Atsushi up!" You exclaimed. You grabbed your purse off the counter and headed out.

Since I was a kid, my parents' jobs have kept them both busy. It's my duty to take care of my little brother. So I don't have time to hangout with friends on the way back from school.. 

It's really no big of a deal, once you're used to it- But still, this is a side of me I don't want my friends to see.

"How about we eat some hamburger steak today?" You smiled at Atsuhsi before he cheered out a "Yay!"

You were getting laundry done at home and Atsushi got home from playing outside. 

"Onee-Chan!" Atsushi cried out. 

"Welcome back, Atsu..." You paused, you took a peek at Atsushi and his nose was bleeding. "shi-" You trailed off. A wave of emotion hit you when you realized Atsushi was hurt. 

"ATSUSHI!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!!!!" You yelled at him, you dropped the basket of clothes and ran to him pulling out your handkerchief then began to clean the blood off his face. "What even happened?!"

"I fell" He tried to explain.

"It looks like he's okay, so I'll be going" A random voice said. 

OH SHIT, I COMPLETELY JUST IGNORED HIM!

"U-uhm! It looks like we've caused you some trouble so-" You paused. "Not at all, I'll just show myself out," He interrupted. 

Atsushi grabbed the teenaged boys' hand,. 

"Atsushi?" 

"Onii-chan, please stay..." Atsushi cried.

 "Huh...? Well but-" The stranger paused- "No! Er- Well, please come in!" You interrupted. "I'd like to thank you anyways, please stay"

You gave the stranger a cup of tea, "Sorry for the trouble," The stranger apologized. "No, no thank you!" 

"Oh! As for earlier, A dog startled him and he fell down.. I happened to be there when that happened, so I tried to help him out.." The stranger explained. You examined the guys face and you realized that he has a ton of piercings. 

"Ohhhh, that explains the nosebleed- Thanks for helping him out! You really didn't have to do that though.." You nervously laughed.

"Atsushi-kun, he's a sharp kid. He was able to tell me his name and address." 

"Oh! No, not really.. He's so clumsy so I don't know what to do with him sometimes," You giggled. 

"But still! It's amazing that you run the house yourself, Nakajima-san. I was honestly a bit surprised.." 

Huh!?!?!?

You slammed your hands on the table, surprised that that the guy sitting in front of you knew your last name. "Huh?! You are Nakajima-san, right? From Class 3??" The stranger asked. 

"WHAT?!" You exclaimed. 

"I-'m Nakajima but-.. WHAT!? Huh...?? Do you go to my school??" You asked the guy desperate for an answer.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" The stranger asked. "It's me Akutagawa- We're in the same class?" He asked all confused.

"HUH?! So you're saying that you're Akutagawan-Kun?! The one with his hair down, glasses??"

The next day at school, you were completely shocked. HUUUUHHHHHHHH??!??!?! you thought. On your face was a completely shocked and horrified expression. 

"Y/n, what's up with that crazy face? Are you okay?" You heard Yosano ask. 

"IT'S NOTHING!" You nervously laughed. "Are you sure? You had that same expression this morning, I'm kinda getting worried.." You were staring at Akutagawa from your seat, but the others thought that you were looking out the window since there was no possible way you would be looking at Akutagawa.

Was that really the same person?! I still can't believe it, but even more than that, more than anything... HE SAW ME WITHOUT MAKEUP ON???? 

"Y/n, you sure you're okay?" 

You took another look at Akutagwa and finally decided to talk to him. You got up out of your desk and and walked up to him. "Akutagwa— do you have a minute?" 

"huh? can i really come over and hang out again?" Akutagawa asked. 

"N-NOT WITH ME!! ATSUSHI! HE KEEPS SAYING HE WANTS TO PLAY WITH 'ONII-CHAN' AGAIN!" You answered turning around to look at Akutagawa.

"Oh. Well, in that case, I'll buy him a picture book or something." 

"No need! Don't go out of your way to spoil that little brat!" You said as you sighed looking out the window. "Thank goodness, Atsushi will be happy to see you!" 

"That was a surprise" Akutagawa laughed, he then leaned against the wall standing next to you. 

"What is?" 

"You coming to talk to me- After yesterday, I just assumed... I guess I was sure you'd totally avoid me," Akutagawa said followed by a nervous laugh.

"I mean, yeah, I'm feeling a little awkward, and yes, I was freaked out that you were nothing like you are at school- but that makes two of us- so in the end it's no reason for me to avoid yo-" You paused as you turned to look at him. 

You noticed to see that Akutagawa was blushing through his turtle neck scarf. "Why are you blushing?!" 

"I'm not really- used to hearing that sort of thing--- It just feels weird to hear someone say that to me," He said as his eyes diverted to the ground. 

"But thanks!" He said as he flashed a smile to you. 

Akutagawa has a pretty smile.. You felt your heart skip a beat and your ears turn red. "You should wear your hair up like yesterday more often.. And maybe lose the glasses as well?"

"Yeah.." He mumbled. "But.. My piercings would show-" He laughed. 

"How many do you have anyways?" You asked him. "I have- maybe nine?"

"That's too many if you ask me." 

"Thats what my mom said.." 

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsdsmau #bsd smau #bsd ryunosuke #bsd ryuunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa smau #ryuunosuke akutagawa x reader #ryuunosukue akutagawa smau #bsd fluff #samu's smaus !

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

I like ur takes and I just wanted to share some stuff from another side. I watched spop as I was in my teen years, incredibly sheltered, queer, and lashing out because I was also dealing with abusive family dynamics. So… yeah I shipped it. I idealized it. And I heavily identified with Catra. But unlike with Zuko(who I also identify with) Catra didn’t change.

Every time she’d travel to a new part of the world I thought omg her moment is coming! Escape!! But she’d just get into a slap fight with Adora and then go back to the Horde. It was so strange it felt like every other character was in a story progression show and Catra was the villain of an episodic show until s5

And s5 was…. Weird. I don’t understand how Catra has a change of heart by getting more hurt by Horde Prime. She was getting hurt the whole series??? I still cried and was elated at the series finale but only bc I wanted an Adora who’d forgive me and love me and say I wasn’t bad. And I think a lot of people are like that.

Everything about the way Catra is framed points to her redemption even in the first episode… but it just makes me feel insulted now. To me as a survivor… it’s like they waved a magic wand and killed off the abuser and gave Catra a gf and that was supposed to fix it. It doesn’t work like that. My abuser died and it made things WORSE for a while (I think it would especially damage someone like Adora since Shadow Weaver “sacrificed” herself and therefore can’t be bad ever) . And I’m not looking for hyper realism in a Princess cartoon but at the time I watched it I couldn’t have really used yknow ?? Some guidance??? Something that wasn’t a fantasy lala ending that once the initial high wore off left me feeling confused and hollow. There is nothing in spop that teaches you how to get that kind of happy ending. Especially if you’re Catra who just says I love you and is suddenly resurrecting ponytail Jesus. To the me who identified with her, it was mostly about wanting to FEEL redeemed through her. FEELING strong and badass and GOOD and like things would be okay even if I was never a princess type. The actual result was feeling like I would never attain a happy ending of any sort because Catra’s didn’t feel real and her “arc” had no footsteps to follow in. How do you make a kids show and not teach good lessons??? Idk the show bad no matter who you identified with was my whole point.

At least I had/have zuko.

Also shipping zuko x sokka x suki is based I do too lmao.

first off, i'm so sorry about all the trauma you went through. i hope you are healing now, and thank you for sharing your story.

secondly, i think this is what a lot of fans felt. i can understand that people relate to catra. hell, even i relate to her a little. i know what it's like to be considered useless and weak, and to desperately want validation from a parent. i get it. when i say i dislike catra, it's not because she's a traumatized child or even because she adopted many of the toxic habits that shadow weaver portrayed. it's that she faced no consequences for any of this.

as much as spop tried to be mature, in the end, it was really childish. s5 got rid of all the complexity and just went "everyone deserves forgiveness", ignoring all of the glaring issues it had yet to solve. the protagonists forgave catra because the writers wanted them to, not because that's how it would have went down in real life.

most spop critics aren't heartless monsters who despise abuse victims, they are people who relate to either catra or adora. and they just want to see a better representation of abuse victims.

it would have been much more fulfilling and satisfying to have catra and adora take some time explore themselves and heal from their trauma, separated from each other. this kind of relationship is harmful for both of them. as long as adora is with catra, she'll continue blaming herself and putting pressure on herself, feeling as if she was responsible for everyone's problems. and as long as catra stays with adora, she'll continue deflecting her issues and being envious of adora. they needed time away from each other, but spop chose to invalidate trauma instead.

it's a pity that spop was one of the very few representation we had, at the time it came out, so people genuinely believe that c//a is a healthy ship, because they don't have many other examples to compare it to. i'm glad there are more and more queer shows coming out lately, and most of them seem to portray healthy relationships.

#btw ponytail jesus made me cACKLE #we should all be grateful for zuko #best redemption arc fr #spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop discourse #spop criticism #anti catradora #she ra #anti catra #abuse tw #tw abuse #tw trauma

[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day One

♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: childhood enemies to lovers ♡Word Count: 2,248 ♡Warnings: hate fucking, alcohol consumption, degradation kink, fem dom/ male sub dynamics, face riding, male and female orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH ♡Dedication~ @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team

“Soooo, do you remember our friends from elementary school?” Your best friend since childhood brought up oh so casually while eating dinner and catching up.

“Mmm,” You hummed non committedly, chewing on a french fry.

“Well, I promised we’d all meet up later for drinks,” Your friend grinned.

“Really?” You deadpanned, “And you didn’t think to ask me if I had any plans?”

“You never have any plans!” Your friend stated, “Besides, it’s a reunion of sorts. It won’t be proper unless all of us show up.”

You sighed heavily, “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m only staying until I’m pleasantly buzzed and once my stomach is full.”

It would have been a simple obligatory night out, cheering with your best friend, making polite conversation with people you only knew as a child… except for him.

Seonghwa and you had never had a good friendship, even as little children. Seonghwa had always been crying and a pain in your ass. And to Seonghwa, you were the one person who made fun of his sensitivity and he had grown to hate you. So the feeling was mutual… but as adults, it had a sharp edge to it. 

“Wait,” Someone from the group cackled, almost spilling their beer, “Didn’t you used to make fun of Seonghwa for being a cry baby all the time?”

“She did!” Your best friend hooted, “One time he cried about being afraid of the monkey bars after she challenged him to a race and we called him Cry Baby Hwa for a month.”

Seonghwa made a pained expression. “Do we really have to talk about this?”

“It was annoying,” You commented, taking another drink of your cocktail.

“Annoying?” Seonghwa bristled like a hissy cat, “You made my life a living hell!”

“Yeah well I was always the one that the teacher made take care of you when you were crying most of the time and I missed out on all the fun!” You spit back.

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, “What?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you miss going on that wooden roller coaster because the teacher thought you had made him cry again so you had to hold his hand while the rest of us went on it?” Someone recalled.

Your best friend’s smile slipped. “Didn’t you cry because the roller coaster was closed down a few months later and you never got to ride it?”

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t remember that.”

“Liar!” Another laughed, “You’ve always been such a bad liar.”

The table continued to recall other memories but you and Seonghwa remained silent. Suddenly this wasn’t so much fun anymore. You stood up abruptly, “I’m gonna head out.”

Everyone protested but you waved them away. “I’ve got an early day tomorrow. It was nice seeing everyone.” You grabbed your purse and made your way out of the pub.

“Hey!” A delicate hand pressed into your shoulder and spun you around. Seonghwa’s uncertain face peered down at you, “Wait.”

You sent a scathing look up at him. “What?”

He chewed nervously on his lip. “I didn’t know that. About the roller coaster.”

“I was an asshole as a kid. I deserved it. Half of the time, you were crying because of me. It wasn’t too far-fetched that our teachers always thought it was me.”

“Did you really hold my hand the entire time we waited for the group to get off the roller coaster?” Seonghwa frowned.

You sighed, watching as your breath came out as mist from the cold. “As I recall, your damn hand was clammy and you kept using my hand to wipe your tears and snot.”

A red blush covered Seonghwa’s face. “Sorry. I was a scared kid.”

You scoffed. “No shit.”

Seonghwa took a deep breath. “Listen, do you want to help me win a bet?”

You stiffened at the statement. “A bet?”

Seonghwa began to sway. “So our friends bet that I couldn't get you to sleep with me because you hated me--”

“Still do,” You corrected him.

That made Seonghwa pause. “Wait, what?”

“Half of my childhood memories are of having to deal with your annoying ass.”

Seonghwa tilted his head in confusion and anger. “I was miserable because of you!”

“So we are in agreement then. We still hate each other’s guts,” You smiled coyly.

Seonghwa dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “This is stupid.”

Your phone chimed and you pulled  it out of your pocket out of habit. There was a text from your best friend saying ‘Enjoy!’ with a cheesy winky face. Wait, did she think… “Oh hell no,” You cursed under your breath. You shoved your phone screen in Seonghwa’s face. “Do you see this? Look what you’ve done!”

Seonghwa winced, “I can go back in there. Then they’ll know I’ve lost the bet.”

“Just so I can hear from my best friend that I let another handsome man escape my clutches yet again? Ugh, this is ridiculous.”

Seonghwa had a dopey smile on his face. “You think I’m handsome?”

You let out a frustrated noise and stomped your foot. “No! Those were her words not mine. God damn it all to hell and back.”

“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re mad,” Seonghwa commented.

You breathed in sharply. Seonghwa’s eyes were twinkling at you. “No. I said no Seonghwa. I don’t know what you’re thinking but get the idea out of your head right now.”

Seonghwa took a step closer to you. “Actually, you didn’t say no.”

Your heart began to race. “Don’t, Seonghwa. Just don’t.” You were buzzed enough that the thought of sleeping with someone, anyone, was quite tantalizing. You weren’t drunk but you had drunk enough to feel your stomach spinning with excitement.

Seonghwa was close enough that his nose could brush yours if he wanted to. HIs eyes became hooded and his hot breath hit your cheek, clashing with the cool air. “Just say no then. I’m a gentleman.”

You swallowed. Your nerves were burning with anticipation. All you had to do was walk away, it was just that easy. But it was just as easy to say yes.

That’s how you found yourself in a cheap motel down the road, hand pressed palm down on Seonghwa’s stomach as you rode him. His hands clenched the sheets below in white-knuckled fists, mouth opened slightly to moan. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” You said to him, “I used to be your bully and now you couldn't wait to to fuck me?”

Seonghwa whined below you, nose and cheeks still red from the alcohol he had consumed earlier. “But it’s so good!”

You smirked. “Of course it’s good. Because you enjoy being put down by me.”

His hands dared to move from the bed to your hips and you slapped his stomach in retaliation. “Did I say you could touch me?”

His eyebrows furrowed delicately. “Please.”

“No,” You said in a clipped tone. You took his hands in your own and leaned over so that you could pin them above his head, “You don’t get that privilege.”

Seonghwa’s hips bucked upwards, even more turned on by the notion that there were things he was not allowed to do. Your faces were closer now and your breasts brushed his chest. They swung with your movement and Seonghwa whimpered. “I need--”

“This is not about what you need, Seonghwa. This is about what I want.”

You let go of his wrists, with a stern eye to make sure his hands stayed there and then you propped yourself up on the balls of your feet so you could bounce more efficiently. Seonghwa was like a mewling, desperate thing below you, crying out at the change of pace. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Wanna cum!”

You scoffed at him. “I bet you can barely fill the condom with your shot, hmm, Hwa?”

His eyes shot open and for a brief, brief moment something changed. You had slipped and called him the short version of his name. You had told him once when you were children that Seonghwa sounded too dignified, so you had shortened it. In reality, your best friend had a lisp, so you were helping her out.

“I can!” He insisted. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be lucky if I even get to climax from this. You gonna cum already, you big baby? Can’t handle my pussy, can you?”

Seonghwa’s face was in a pained expression again but you were starting to realize it was actually what he did when he was feeling good. He gasped arching his back and then he groaned loudly, slumping back to the bed again. 

You sighed heavily. “You’re useless.”

You lifted yourself off of him, pulling the condom off of his now-softening dick and threw it in the trash. “There. Now you can claim your prize and all our friends can assume that we have made up.”

“Wait, wait,” Seonghwa panted, “You didn’t…?”

“Please,” You belittled him, “Like I hadn't already prepared for that.”

Seonghwa’s eyes stayed glued to the ceiling as he said, “Then use me. Get off. Take your pleasure from me.”

You looked at him like he had grown another head. “Haven’t you had enough? You are a little degradation slut, aren’t you?”

Seonghwa shuddered lightly. “Si-sit on my face.”

“Really? You couldn't make me come with your pitiful cock and you think you can do better with your tongue?” You had already reached for your bra and shirt, preparing to leave.

Seonghwa found the energy to push himself up on elbows. Sweat pulled his hair down against his face and scalp. He looked like you had rode him well. “I can. I can do it.”

“Fine,” You agreed. “But you’re splitting the reward of the bet with me. I’m doing all the damn work here.”

Seonghwa gave you eager eyes as you settled your legs on either side of his head. He moved to wrap his arms around your legs but you tsked at him. “Did you not learn the first time?”

Seonghwa pouted, “But how am I--?”

“You don’t, Hwa. Cute to think that you’d get to be in charge here too.” You waited expectantly but Seonghwa looked up at you with a confused face. “Hwa, stick out your tongue, my god, are you sure you give good head?”

Seonghwa pouted, “Haven't had any complaints.” But still obeyed your orders and stuck his tongue out.

You rode Seonghwa’s face, moving your hips eagerly, searching out the high you had been denied earlier. After a bit, you focused on the pleasure that was blossoming from your lower half. You sat more firmly on Seonghwa, who let out a brief noise of worry before groaning into your cunt. Your thighs pressed against the side of his head, mound brushing his nose every once in a while as you moved your clit along his rough tongue. His groans made gorgeous vibrations against your sensitive nub and you gasped at the added pleasure. It wasn’t until Seonghwa wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked that you lost all control. Your hand descended into his hair, gripping it hard as you rode his face.

“Harder, Hwa, harder,” You encouraged him.

You tipped over the side of pleasure, crying out as your climax washed through you. And as you experienced your high, Seonghwa’s tongue moved to clean you of all your juices, careful of overstimulating you. 

You sighed, this time peacefully, appreciative that you got something from this at least. You heaved your body to the other side of the bed and smirked as Seonghwa breathed in deeply from his mouth. You casted a glance over at your bed partner, and his face was covered in your juices. He was currently using his tongue to capture it all from his face.

“Dirty boy,” You mused, “Can’t get enough of my cunt, can you?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “I can’t.”

You got up and cleaned yourself up in the bathroom. You were fully clothed by the time you came out. Seonghwa was midway putting his pants back on, hopping with one foot stuck in a leg. You rolled your eyes. He really wasn’t capable of anything. Except maybe giving head. 

“Well, I’ll just head out then,” You said a-matter-of-factly.

“Wait!” Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with worry, “Let me take you home.”

“Seonghwa, this is not that kind of thing. This was simply a transactional deal, nothing more,” You cautioned him.

“You’re still buzzed and you take public transportation. Let me take you home.” 

You pushed your mouth to the side. It was late and the sketchy folk did tend to pop out of the seams at this time. It’s not like it wasn’t a good idea. You just didn’t like the fact that Seonghwa could be trying to wiggle his way in for more; more what, of that you were unsure.

“Alright, I’ll let you escort me home,” You relented. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as if you had just told him he could get candy at the store. “But!’ You said, raising a finger, “I’m not letting you inside.”

Seonghwa smiled happily, eyes searching for his jacket. “That’s fine, I live close anyways.”

The both of you froze, you in disbelief and Seonghwa for getting caught. “Excuse you?” You whispered faintly.

“Shit,” Seonghwa swore quietly.

“Park Seonghwa,” You said, drawing yourself up with every inch of righteous rage, “Was this a set up?”

Seonghwa smiled painfully, “No?”

“I’m going to throttle you,” You threatened.

“Please?”

♡Masterlist link~ | Next Day~ Somnophilia, JYH

#kvanity #pirateeznet #thekpopuniverse #february filth fest #ateez smut #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa smut #atz smut #ateez scenarios #park seonghwa scenarios #reader x seonghwa #topaz's work #ღatz

[shootingstarpilot]

Speaking of "kill your darlings," I promised y'all a scene that got axed once Chapter 4 went up, so have this AU version of Cody's return to the Negotiator:

When he blinks, he feels the steel floors of the Negotiator under his boots, and one more piece of Cody clicks back into place.

Helix stands in front of him, eyes narrowed, hands on his forearms–

“–der. Cody.”

“I hear you,” he manages.

The hands squeeze. 

“Good. Then I don’t feel bad about blaming you for my blood pressure.”

“Oh, hello to you too,” Cody mutters. “Aren’t I your commanding officer?”

“I give less of a shit every passing day,” Helix says, and his smile is just a tad manic as he propels Cody in the direction of the freshers. “Like the armor wasn’t enough– the two of you are sickening. Disgusting. I can’t believe I’ve had to put up with you for this long. I can’t believe I did.”

Cody blinks at him. “What?”

Helix kicks the door open and shoves him inside, but Cody reaches out, seizes his arm– because Helix is here, but why had he met him in the landing bay when he was supposed to be in medical with–

“Where’s Obi-Wan?”

Helix stops, sighs, his shoulders slumping–

“Pulling the kid out of whatever Force-damned trap the Sith stuck him in,” he says heavily. “Risk of psychic backlash, that’s the only reason I’m not– Stitch is monitoring remotely–”

He stops. Looks down at Cody’s hand. Grabs it before he can think to retreat.

“Your knuckles are bruised,” he says slowly. His fingers press along the bones, searching for fractures, for movement in things that should not be moving– “What happened?”

Cody cringes.

“Jinn grabbed me from behind,” he mutters. “I– reacted.”

The hands still.

“You punched him?”

“Don’t get pissy about it,” Cody hisses. “You could have given me a bit more to work with. I know you said not to start any fights, but–”

He stops. Helix’s lips are twitching.

“Oh, no,” he says flatly. “What a tragedy.”

“Helix.”

“What? Did he punch back?”

“No, but–”

“Then technically not a fight,” Helix says cheerfully, giving his hand a pat and promptly dropping it. “No harm done.”

“I think I broke his nose.”

“No harm that matters,” he amends, and pushes Cody towards the sink. “Wash,” he orders. “Blood on your face. Scrub up. Take an inventory. I will be right outside because I don’t trust you not to pass out and make my life that much harder, you ass– sir. Ten minutes.”

He’s gone before Cody can string together another sentence.

Right. Okay. Wash up. He can do that.

He yanks at the faucet. Splashes water on his face. Soaps up his hands, scrubs roughly at the dried blood, watches it flake off, swirling around the drain, staining the suds pink–

(“A chip embedded here could essentially override your free will–”)

“Stop it,” he says, his voice echoing in the empty fresher. “Stop it.”

Would he have been trapped inside his own head? Made to witness? Or would he have just been– gone?

Obi-Wan trusts him, and he would have–

He hiccups.

They’re alive. The Sith is dead, and they’re alive. He splashes his face once more, washing away the salt, scrubbing at his eyes, and pushes himself up, glancing in the mirror–

And freezes.

The cut had carved upwards across his cheek, ending just under his left eye where the visor had cracked. Deep and bloody and stinging– he’d just counted himself lucky that it had been under the eye instead of over. If the blood had messed with his aim, things could have turned out very differently.

(He’s alive.)

Helix’s reaction–

And Waxer’s expression–

“Looks like the General took care of that one for you, sir–”

The blazing warmth of Obi-Wan’s hand against his cheek–

A silver of clear sky in the storm–

Yeah. He had, hadn’t he?

Arcing up and across his cheek, sealing the cut shut, sharp and jagged and bright–

A thin white line.

Almost like lightning.

Cody stares. Tilts his head.

He raises his hand to his face, mimicking–

Yes. Exactly where Obi-Wan had– before he’d–

He leans forward, braces his elbows against the sink, and laughs until he cries.

Eventually, he grabs a towel. Dries his face. Runs his fingers again over his newest scar.

Helix is waiting for them when he steps outside, and the two of them head for the bridge.

They’ll find each other.

They always do.

The reasons I ended up going with something else:

Pissy Helix is fun to write, but I wanted to emphasize exactly how rattled Cody was, and I felt it was more true to form for Helix to set aside that attitude to make sure Cody was okay when he realized he was dealing with a BIG PTSD flare-up from getting grabbed.

I wanted the scar reveal to come from Obi-Wan's POV, because I felt like a lot of the CodyWan moments so far have come from Cody's POV and it was Obi-Wan's turn to be Absolutely Smitten.

Waxer and Boil have absolutely been telling EVERYBODY what went down, and I thought it was unrealistic for Helix not to know since they had dropped Cody off with him. >:)

#shoulder the sky #dunno how authors dealt with doing this without being able to share their beloved corpses #anyway hope you enjoy!! #there will be more reactions to The Punch to come

[storyofmychoices]

Based on my real life experience today - I have an ask.

Bryce accidentally because he'd never be this much of a dick says "He needs to babysit" their kids and your MC overhears this.

How does your MC react?

(Please answer for any of your pairings, I'd love to see the differences)

Babysitting

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~650 Rating/Warning: General (slight angst, with a happy ending) Prompt: @choicesjunechallenge: love

Synopsis: Olivia overhears Bryce say he "needs to babysit" Malia. A/N: Bryce would NEVER... but if he did....

Olivia stood frozen in the hallway, her heart sinking. He couldn't have said that, could he?

Her breath caught in her throat as his words echoed in her head. "I can't make it tonight," Bryce had said, his voice muffled by the wall between them. "Liv has a meeting, and I have to babysit Malia." Babysit—that word felt like a dagger to her heart. Had he really thought that way of their daughter? They had been so excited to become parents. Bryce doted over their daughter every chance he had; was it all an act? Did he really see her as a burden or chore to handle?

Her eyes misted over, tears pooling in the corner. Her heart thumped heavily as she weighed her options, confront him or turn away. She shook her head to the side—no, she couldn't let this go. She and Bryce had always been honest with one another, even when things were difficult. 

Inhaling deeply, she took the first tentative step forward, pausing in the doorway briefly to wipe her eyes. She would be strong for Malia. With waves of anger, sadness, disappointment, and confusion crashing inside her, Olivia mustered the courage to confront him. She knocked softly on the doorframe, pulling Bryce from his phone conversation.

"Liv? Is everything already?"

Her eyes closed as she shook her head, her lips pressed together trying to hide her pain. Her voice trembled, "What did you just say?"

"Hold on a second," Bryce stated into his phone. He held his arm out toward Olivia. "About what?"

"When you said you had to... babysit Malia." The word hung in the air between them.

Bryce's eyes widened as he realized what he had said. "Liv. I—" His eyes shifted uneasily to the floor, avoiding her gaze. His shoulders fell heavily under the weight of his words. His mouth turned downward, worry filling his face. He stumbled on his words, "I didn't—I wouldn't—" Remembering his call, he turned his attention briefly back to his phone. "Can I call you back?... Yeah... Okay, thanks."

"Do you really feel that way? Is our daughter a chore for you?" Olivia questioned the second he put down his phone.

"I didn't mean it like that, Liv," he stammered.

"How else could you mean it?"

"I love Malia, you know that." He stood to meet her, reaching for her hands.

"I do! That's why I don't understand why you would say that." Tears slid silently down her rosy cheeks. "She's not a chore to take care of, Bryce. She's our daughter. We're her parents, we're equal partners in this. We need to work together to be her parents. She's a part of us, every minute of every day. She's ours—our precious gift."

Bryce wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest. He nodded against her head. "I know," his voice was soft, his remorse evident. "I know," he repeated. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't thinking."

"I need to know we're on the same page. I need to know I'm not alone in this," she cried into his chest. 

"We are. I promise. I'm an idiot. Please, tell me what I can do!"

Olivia tipped her head up, her tear-filled gaze meeting his. "I believe you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, enveloping her in his arms. "I love you and Malia so much!"

"I know you do. We love you, too." She breathed easier, relaxing in his arms. "Can we please never call watching our daughter babysitting again?"

"I promise, Liv!" 

She nodded thoughtfully. "At least, you were right about one thing—" Her lips turned up, her voice lighter as she continued, "You are an idiot."

"Yes, I am!" He kissed the top of her head over and over. "But I'm your idiot!"

Thank you for the request @jerzwriter I can't believe anyone would refer to watching their child as babysitting. Ugh. I can only hope that like Bryce it wasn't meant as a chore and just misspeaking.

If you read this far, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this little fic. Any and all support is appreciated!

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[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part thirty-two

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlis

Part 31

Warning: swearing

After Maggie's plan to dispatch of the Commonwealth soldiers had been a success; everyone had made it to a much safer area to regroup.

You were making the rounds of the room to ensure all was doing well, when noticing Negan making his way over to Hershel.

"You and I have some unfinished business, don't we?" Negan remarks. Hershel doesn't respond, merely silently stares at him.

"Tell you what? You go back with your mom. Help her rebuild your home, in a few years; when you've grown up a bit, come find me. And I promise you, we will settle it."

Hershel continues to remain silent as Negan nods understandingly until Maggie enters the room and he walks away toward you.

"What did you say to him?" you nervously stare toward Maggie and her son as the boy stoically stares you both done.

"Told him; if he wants to settle the score someday, then I'll be waiting."

"Are you insane?!" you scoff at your husband in disbelief as he shrugs in response.

"It took his father from him before he was born... the kid has a valid grudge."

"I fuckin' know that!" you hiss in disapproval at his logic.

"But did you forget, that if he settles that grudge; then your child will be without a father as well?"

"I didn't think that far."

"Of course, you didn't!" you lightly whack him on top the head.

"Ouch! Shit. That hurt..." Negan cries out in complaint as he rubs his head.

"Oh, quit complaining... I didn't even hit you that hard" you scold him, hearing a soft giggle coming from Hershel's direction. His face instantly goes back to a serious stance when you look toward him yet noticing the silent humordo  still in his eyes; you wink at him as you silently smirk.

"You did that on fuckin' purpose, didn't ya?" Negan grumble out, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"To knock some sense into that thick head of yours, yes. Fact that the kid found it amusing was a bonus."

"Ya gonna make a great mom..." Negan utters, staring at you lovingly.

"I'll be an even greater one if I can keep my child's father alive" you retort.

"C'mon, Baby... ya can't honestly be that mad at me?"

"Yes, I can" you state matter-of-factly, warning him then.

"Just don't do anything stupid."

"I ain't the one doing stupid things while pregnant" Negan grumbles under his breath.

"What was that...?" you stare at him through narrowed eyes.

"Nothing, Dear..." Negan flashes you a nervous grin, you roll your eyes at him.

"C'mon, let's find out what the next plan is so we can all make it out of here alive."

Your back was killing you after the fast pace that had to be taken to get to safety in one of the old Whisperers hideouts.

"Hey, you ok?" a concerned Negan gently brushes your hair out your face.

"Yeah, baby's just a bit heavy on the back right now" you softly moan, massaging your back to relieve some of the pressure.

Negan frowns in concern at your discomfort, "Maybe you should-", a repeat of signally knocks onto the hideout's door interrupts him midsentence.

A few moments pass when the door finally opens to reveal, Lydia, along with Maggie, Hershel and two others.

"Maggie" Negan remarks in greeting, noticing Hershel then.

"Hey, kid."

Maggie, Negan, Annie and you had stepped away from the group to discuss on what plan action needed to be taken with the situation.

"Are you sure this guy; Horsby is coming?" Annie enquires.

"Yes, Elijah spotted a few of 'em five miles outside our walls last night" Maggie replies, turning toward where Negan and you were leaning against a tree then.

"Thoughts?"

"You helped us..." Negan states, looking at your belly deep in thought.

"And I am grateful. And I got no problem watching the kid, at all. But Y/N... my wife; is heavily pregnant. So, there is no way I'm gonna sit in some Whisperer-wormhole, while you're out... I don't know; saving some shitshow of a home that's not worth saving."

"Negan, shut the fuck up" you scowl at him in disapproval.

"Actually, he's right" Maggie comments.

"Maybe, Hilltop isn't worth saving. But those people are... it's a fight that I started with Horsby. It's not gonna end until I end it."

Negan sighs shaking his head, "yeah, I got no doubt you will. But I also got no doubt, that you are firmly at cross ends with this; Lance-asshole. So, I'm coming with you."

"No" Maggie shakes her head.

"I'll finish it."

"Maggie we can help fight" Annie offers but Maggie shuts her down.

"No, please. I need you to stay here... with Hershel and the others. Keep them away from Hilltop" turning her attention toward you then.

"She looks like she could give birth at any time, it's too dangerous and she'll need both of you."

"Giving birth underground ain't the saftest either," Negan mutters under his breath.

"I know, that's why I'm praying we'll finish this before it happens" Maggie comment, looking to in sympathy (regardless of your relationship with Negan; you had been a valued member of Alexandria and had always kind to Hershel.)

"Hershel trusts you and I know as a mother; you'll do everything to protect him."

"He doesn't exactly trust me, you know" Negan remarks. Maggie pauses, deep in thought for a second.

"But I'm starting to. You saved him, at Riverbend... whatever else happens, or whatever else had happened; I will never forget that."

Negan lets out a sigh of defeat, "you have big balls, Maggie Rhee... I got you. And I got your boy."

Nodding in silent relief, Maggie turns back toward you.

"You mind if I run some ideas by you? Daryl told me you were good with planning such things."

"Sure" you faintly smile, the moment interrupted then by the sound of the locust swarm gathering above.

"Shit" Negan remarks as everyone stares up it.

"If that ain't sign from the Man from upstairs..." 

Part 33

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