#cause i wanna sit with my family without being in pain

[asongofmarvelanddc]

Someone. Anyone.

PAIRING: Aegon II X Reader

WORD COUNT: 4688

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Aegon has waited his entire life for someone to care.

A/N: This simply refused to leave my brain until it was written down. I can't wait to see more of Aegon II in season 2! As always, please reblog, like, comment, send an ask, a raven – anything! I wanna talk to you guys! ❤️

The days seem to blur together recently. Aegon can’t tell the difference between them anymore, bar something particularly extraordinary happening. No such thing has happened of late and so the days continue to blur.

When Aegon wakes that morning, he half-expects it to be the evening. It’s an odd thing the way he sleeps. Erratic. Some days he rises before the birds, and other days it’s just as supper is being cleared from the dinner table. No one thinks to wake him anymore – probably glad to be rid of his presence.

With a sigh, he shuffles out of bed, groaning when his head pounds in response to being on his feet. The thought of washing before he leaves the room crosses his mind. Briefly. There’s no one around to draw him a bath, and frankly, he’s in no mood to wait. He is hungry, tired…and lonely. But he can only do something about those first two things.

He exits the room looking quite haphazard, but rests easy knowing that no one would dare comment on his ghastly appearance. Most of the servants and guards avoid eye contact as he passes. Aegon takes that to mean that no one has requested his presence somewhere. No one wants to see him.

Even when he sits to eat, he’s left utterly alone. He stares into space as he downs his breakfast. A drink. That’s what he needs. It doesn’t distract from the loneliness anymore – it hasn’t in years – but it dulls the pain at least. He finishes eating, and though he has had his fill, the pit in his stomach remains empty.

Sunfyre.

Perhaps that is who he needs. She always manages to plug the hole in his heart, however temporary it may be. He rises and immediately heads for the dragon pit.

On the way down there he walks past Helaena’s room. The door is ajar, and the laughter of children filters out into the hall. Aegon’s lip twitches as he edges closer to the door. It has been a few days – two, maybe three – since he’s seen the kids. He wants to sit with them, play with them. They’re growing so fast.

He pushes the door open further and slides halfway through, but his smile falters when he realises that his wife and children are not alone.

His brother, Aemond, is sitting on the floor with the children. They’re tugging at his hair, completely unaware of the discomfort they might be causing, while Aemond sits there trying his best to appear annoyed with them. Alicent and Helaena are watching from the lounger, entirely amused by the scene before them.

They seem happy. Happier than they could ever be in his presence at least.

Instead of dampening the mood with his entrance, he quietly slides back out of the room, making sure he isn’t seen or heard. It’s selfish to be hurt by the fact that they are happy without him, but he can’t help it.

He can’t remember a time when his family were happy to see him. His father ignores him, his mother berates him, his brother is disgusted by him, and his wife can’t stand the sight of him….And he’s not entirely sure he can blame them.

He has never been the best version of himself that he could be…but what is the point in being great when all that is expected of him is failure? They all look at him and see nothing of worth. Why prove them otherwise? Worthless he shall continue to be.

Aegon is content to wallow in self-pity for the remainder of the day until he runs into a familiar face upon turning a corner. Although you barely collide, it's enough to startle you and make you jump back.

"Aegon!" you yelp, but quickly recover and bow your head in a more composed manner, "My Prince."

His mood is instantly improved at the sight of you, and he can't say exactly why. He’s paid attention to you, in a way he never has to other young maidens in the castle. At first, it was purely due to the allure of your striking beauty, but soon it became…more.

Your father joined the Small Council only a few months ago, and you've been strolling the halls of the Red Keep since. Not long after your arrival, you joined Aegon for a drink just outside the servants’ quarters and he questioned you about why you accompanied your father to the capital rather than remain at home with your mother and sisters. You clammed up and offered a rather vague explanation that indicated a turbulent relationship with her. Aegon let you be, but since then, he made sure to stop and speak to you whenever you crossed paths.

He wouldn’t call you a friend. No, not at all. However, you are one of the few able to keep up with him when it comes to drink. You don't sigh when he enters a room, nor do you look at him with derision or contempt in your eyes. You laugh at his jokes, so he tells even more for your sake. Because he wants you to enjoy his company as much as he does yours.

He's starting to care, and though it terrifies him, it's better than anything he's felt for years.

"My Lady." Taking your hand, he turns it over so the palm is facing upwards. He raises a brow and looks up at you, "I see you have been drawing again."

It's the charcoal dust on your fingers that gives it away. He's aware of your hobby – drawing various flowers and documenting their differences and similarities. You swear it'll be useful to the maesters one day. Aegon is not so sure, but he doesn't share those thoughts because he sees how happy it makes you.

"Someone ought to do it," you shrug and wipe your hands on the small purse slung across your body, "If I don't, who will?"

"Is that where you are off to in such a hurry?"

"No," you sigh heavily and roll your eyes as you seem to recall something of particular annoyance, "Do you know that there are weeds growing in the godswood?"

"Weeds?"

"Weeds!" you repeat, even more concerned, "I have asked the gardener to prune them but it doesn’t seem to have been done properly. So, I have decided to do it myself."

Your passion is infectious, it breathes life into him. He cares not about the art of gardening, but he cares about you, your interests. It pains him to admit that he craves the idea of being a part of your life, in any and all ways.

"I shall join you," he says after a moment of thought, "If you will have me."

It's a silly question to ask, one to which you don't bother responding for he knows the answer is always 'yes'. Aegon walks alongside you, occasionally glancing at each other, but not knowing what to say. He’s always like this when he hasn’t had a drink.

"I called on you earlier. I was told you were still asleep."

Most are rarely happy to see Aegon, much less purposely seeking him out. This is unusual for him.

“I was, I only woke a short while ago,” he says, “Were you after something?”

You look up at him with a cheery smile, "No, I just wanted to spend time with you."

He frowns in confusion, "Why?"

You come to a sudden stop and look up at him properly, a soft pout forming on your lips, "You and I are friends, are we not?"

Friends. He cannot say that he has ever had one. Every person he has ever spent a reasonably enjoyable time with was either paid to be accommodating, or did so out of mere obligation. Everyone but you.

"Besides, who's to say you and I will even have the chance to speak at the feast later?" you say with a chuckle.

"We are to have a feast tonight?"

Your brows crease as you search his eyes for any sign that he may be teasing, “Today is your Name Day. Have you forgotten?”

You state it as if it is the most obvious thing to remember.

“No, I–,” he stutters as he tries to recall the date, “No one told me...”

Aegon retreats into his own mind. Until this very moment, he had completely forgotten that this is meant to be a day of celebration. Normally his mother would be dragging him out of bed first thing in the morning, and there would be some attempt from his family to spend time together. But today has been like all the rest, and they have chosen to exclude him.

That is expected. Forgetting his own Name Day is not. It's a painful thing when no one seems to care, but it's terrifying to know that he is starting to care less about himself.

"I'm sure your mother is preparing a banquet that shall be the talk of the Kingdoms," you gently touch his arm, a level of tenderness he can’t remember when last he received.

Aegon looks into your eyes, a ray of light in this haze of misery he calls a life. And just like that, he doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

***

As the honoured guest, Aegon is seated at the head of the High Table, his mother and grandsire on either side of him along with his siblings and children. But somehow, as the night goes on, Aegon climbs down from the raised platform and joins you at one of the tables meant for the Small Council members and their families.

Although you are flattered, people are staring because it is not in fact common for the Heir to ignore most of the guests at his own Name Day feast in order to spend time with the Master of Coin's daughter.

No matter. You do your best to ignore them just as Aegon seems to do.

Slouched in his chair, right leg up on the table and his left hand holding a goblet of wine, you can’t help noticing that he isn't drunk – yet – and you hope it stays that way for the evening. He engages you in a heated discussion about whether or not the dance being performed by the guests is worth watching. You are of the strong opinion that it is entertaining to watch and romantic when participating.

Aegon shoots you a look of incredulity, "They are not even touching!"

"Yes, because this dance is about the simple intimacy of the near-touch," you hover your palms close together to imitate one of the dance moves.

Aegon scoffs and sips his drink, "There is nothing intimate about not touching your dance partner."

"True intimacy is about when you–" he stops himself and laughs, shaking his head, "I suppose it would be improper of me to divulge such salacious secrets to a virtuous maiden such as yourself, my Lady."

You roll your eyes at his condescending tone and shove him playfully in the shoulder which makes him laugh.

“Lady Y/N!” ha gasps in faux horror, “You just touched me! How will we ever know the meaning of true intimacy now?”

You laugh and shove him again, earning even more looks from the people around. Quickly you quiet down and focus on Aegon again. He's watching the dancers but you're looking at him.

Even half-drunk, with tousled hair from constantly running his hand through the cropped locks and red-rimmed eyes, you still find him beautiful. You feel the urge to reach out and touch his cheek or his hair, but stop yourself from doing something so inappropriate in public.

Besides, who knows how Aegon would react to such a thing?

“You truly don’t believe two people can share an intimate moment without touching?”

He chuckles at first, ready to brush off the question with a silly joke, but when he turns to you and senses how serious you are, his eyes soften.

There is many a moment you've shared with Aegon that you would consider intimate, and not once have you touched him during them. You want to know that he feels the same way about those moments. You need to know.

He holds your gaze for some time, and you can't be sure what he is thinking about, then he answers in a low voice, "Perhaps..."

He glances down at your lips, it is only for a second, but you catch it anyway. Aegon knows this, but it does not make him lean back into his chair, nor pretend to be embarrassed.

"There are people looking at us," you whisper, glancing around the room at the obvious stares, "Could we go somewhere?"

He frowns, "Why?"

"I want to give you your gift."

***

Aegon follows you to a less visible corner of the room. He doesn't truly care about what this gift may be, he is only happy to be alone with you away from prying eyes.

He watches as you reach into a hidden zip in the front of your dress, a clever design, and pull out an oval shaped case. It rattles when you pull it out so there is clearly something hidden inside. You step closer to him and press the case into the palm of his hand, practically shaking with excitement.

Whatever it is, it's small, which is quite an unusual kind of gift for Aegon. He often receives famous first edition books, expensive fabrics and custom-made swords for his Name Day. The gifts are piled high on the other end of the room at this very moment.

"Will you open it?"

Aegon, amused by your visible excitement and anticipation, snaps the case open. Inside is a golden insignia ring displaying the three heads of the dragon, perfectly etched into metal.

“It was supposed to be black and red, like the sigil of your House, but I think I like it better in gold,” you say, a look of pride in your eyes as you look down at your gift, “When it catches the light, it shimmers like the scales on Sunfyre.”

You smile as you tilt the ring towards the candle above you, “You see?”

Aegon can’t say for sure if your assertion is true because he doesn’t look to inspect the ring. Instead his gaze stays fixed on you, confused and in awe. He has been showered with gifts since before he had memories of his Name Day, but none as thoughtful as this.

When he glances down at the ring, he notices an inscription on the inside of the band. "To my dearest Prince, Aegon," it reads in High Valyrian.

"You added this?"

"There wasn't much space to have any more inscribed," you say, "But I had Aemond translate it to High Valyrian for me because I wanted it to mean something to you."

He doesn't know what to say. The gift is so small, yet sentimental. No one has ever offered him such kindness, and Aegon doesn't believe he deserves it. His entire life he has longed for someone, anyone, to care about him. Not Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, Heir to the Iron Throne – just him. He is not used to receiving such compassion and doesn’t know how to respond to it.

He ignores the stinging of tears behind his eyes and clears his throat.

"Thank you, Y/N," he says as he slips the ring onto his pinky finger, "I shall wear it always."

Your heart swells as he kisses the ring.

"I know it is improper for a Lady to ask," you begin, already feeling the burn of embarrassment on your cheeks, "But would you care to dance, my Prince?"

Aegon is beyond flattered and kicks himself for not asking first. He does not want you to think that he is not eager, when it is in fact the opposite.

"I would–" he cuts himself off at the sight of his mother approaching from behind you.

A frown carves itself into his lips, "I would love to, but it seems my mother wants to have a word."

You look behind you and nod in understanding when you see Alicent walking up, "Of course. Perhaps later then?"

He nods with a smile, "Don't tire yourself out."

You bow to the Queen Mother as you excuse yourself, glancing back at Aegon when you walk away.

Alicent sidles up to Aegon’s side, a goblet of wine in her hands. “I see you’ve grown quite close to Lady Y/N as of late,” she says, “You’re fond of her?”

Aegon’s brows furrow as he looks down at his mother. He’s not sure where she is going with this and thinks to lie, but even he knows he can’t deceive her.

“I am,” he answers, looking away from her and searching for you with his eyes.

Alicent nods slowly and sips from her cup, “She’s beautiful, is she not?”

Aegon finally spots you among the dancers, floating across the floor with Tyland Lannister as your partner. His heart warms as you laugh at something the man says, your smile tugging at something that has long been buried within him. As if you can feel his eyes on you, you turn your head to look at him, throwing him a wink.

“I suppose she is,” he responds absent-mindedly to Alicent's question as the corner of his lips begin to turn up.

Alicent looks at him again, growing more and more irritated as the seconds go by.

"I hear her father intends to propose a marriage for her to Tyland Lannister."

Aegon's head snaps towards his mother.

"Tyland Lannister?" he gasps violently, "He is an old man!"

In truth, Tyland Lannister is a mere six and thirty – not considered old by the country’s standards.

"He is the Master of Ships and brother to the Warden of the West," she says, ignoring the outburst, "A Lannister is a good match for her."

Over my dead body, he thinks. There is not a reality Aegon is willing to accept in which you belong to somebody else. If he must claim you as his wife, then he will. Just as Aegon the Conqueror had two wives, so it shall be for Aegon II. The thought of you being wed to another man not only makes him angry, it is sickening.

“Aegon.” He is torn away from his thoughts of you by his mother’s stern voice.

This conversation is annoying and agitating. He does not want to hear it. He wants to go to you, to tear you away from that Lannister Lord and take you somewhere you can be alone together.

"Whether it is to Tyland Lannister or some other nobleman, she will be wed," Alicent says, her firm tone taking on a desperate edge, "Her father sits on the Small Council. She will be married to a decent man someday who will make her a good husband."

His scowl deepens. "Why are you telling me all this, Mother?"

"Because she is not like one of your whores, Aegon,” she turns to face him fully, though he avoids her eyes, “You cannot sully her skirts with your debauchery. You must leave her alone.”

Aegon has never believed that he is good enough for you, nor that he even deserves your friendship. It is why he has kept you at a distance as much as he can. Too selfish to completely let you go, but also afraid that one day, you will see him as he is and abandon him. His mother has just taken that fear, and in a few words, beaten him over the head with it.

Does she not see that he is trying? He has not stepped foot in a pleasure house in some weeks now. And though he still drinks, he does not do it until he loses his senses anymore. The days no longer blur, and he wakes eager to start them. That emptiness that tormented him so, it has faded.

Does she really not see?

Devastated does not convey the intensity of the pain that descends upon Aegon in that moment. His efforts to do better, to be better, have gone completely unnoticed by the one who chastises him the most for his self-indulgence and lechery.

“Aegon,” she says again, pulling on his arm, “Promise me that you will leave that girl alone.”

Aegon glances in your direction. You’re still dancing, but with a different partner now. Blissfully unaware that his heart has just been shattered into pieces.

“I promise,” he grunts.

As soon as he says the words, Alicent leaves his side, no longer needing to be in his presence.

Aegon stumbles, a bit overwhelmed in the moment as he looks around the room for something, anything, to distract him from the shame and embarrassment he feels. He spots a pitcher of wine on the corner of a table by him and swipes it, heading down to the cellars of the Keep.

***

Aegon promised you a dance, but after searching for him for close to an hour, you find him in the cellars with Balerion, sitting against the stone wall, legs spread out in front of him as he stares at the dragon’s skull. A wine chalice lies discarded by his side, spilling out what was left of its contents.

Aegon does not react as you walk towards him. Even when you stand right in front of him he doesn’t look up at you. He is completely out of it, and the sight makes you let out a deep sigh.

You move beside him and slide down the wall, choosing to sit quietly with him. Aegon drinks wine like it is water, but to get like this, something must have upset him. You don’t ask him about it. He always wants someone to listen, because of that you never have to press him to share his thoughts.

“What is worse than hate?”

Those are the first words that leave his lips after almost an hour of silence. He’s still staring up at Balerion as he speaks, but his arms are now resting on his knees which are pulled up to his chest. Though he is right beside you, he feels a million miles away.

You ponder the question some, but can’t quite offer a response, “I can’t imagine there is anything worse than hate.”

“Indifference,” he answers, nodding to himself, “It is empty. Hollow. Lonely.”

Finally, he looks at you with tear-filled, bloodshot eyes, “That is all I see when my family looks at me.”

Your heart breaks for him, and a lump forms in your throat as you try not to cry.

“Aegon,” you whisper, voice shaking, “Your family do not hate you. Nor are they indifferent.”

He laughs bitterly as his head rolls back to rest against the wall. “You do not have to lie to make me feel better,” he says, “That is what the whores are for.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, preferring the sting of physical pain than the one caused by his words.

“It’s the drink making you feel this way.”

His head rolls to the side so he’s looking at you again, though at an angle. At first, he doesn’t speak and it sends your mind racing as you try to guess what he might be thinking in that clouded head of his.

“Without the drink, I sink into a hole of despair,” his eyes soften, “A hole…I fear I may never climb out of.”

You hate seeing him like this. So broken and worn down by what he sees as a burdensome life.

Aegon’s eyes shift from you to the ground when he feels you trying to lace your fingers through his. He shakes his head and draws back, burying his face in his hands. This is the first time he’s rejected the comfort you offer. He is in a worse state than you imagined and you don’t know what brought him to this.

“Aegon,” his name falls from your lips like a desperate plea. You reach out to pull his hands away from his face, but even that won’t make him look at you.

You look down at your hand as tears begin to well in your eyes. “I’m not indifferent,” you mumble, but in the quiet, the words come out clear as day, “And I don’t hate you, Aegon.”

That seems to stir something in him. He looks at you with narrowed eyes, as though he is suspicious. But the longer he looks, the suspicion fades. And without a second thought, he reaches over and grabs your head in his hands, roughly capturing your lips in a kiss.

His lips taste of wine and salt from the tears now freely spilling down his cheeks. Everywhere his hands find, they grip you tight, afraid to let you go. And you melt into him, promising him with every kiss and every tug that you won’t leave.

You don’t care that his kiss is not the sweet and tender one you imagined. It’s rough, needy and desperate, noses bumping into each other and hands fumbling against your bodies as he pulls you into his lap – a motion only made possible because you want it to be.

All you can think about is how you can’t get enough of this. Of him. Day and night he has consumed your thoughts, dreaming of being held and kissed and touched by him. His sad eyes plagued your mind from the first night you spoke with him. You knew he had burrowed himself deep in your heart the first time you got down on your knees in the Sept and prayed for his healing.

But even now, as his lips merge themselves to yours, his hands sliding up your thighs, you can’t enjoy the moment fully. Because he’s drowning. His heart is broken, and you’re not sure you can fix it.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, he pulls away from you – though, even that seems hard for him to do.

“Aegon…?”

He opens those beautiful sad eyes again and upon meeting yours, shakes his head. He’s fighting with himself, with what he ought to do and what he wants to do. What he needs from you.

He looks up at you again and gently strokes your cheek.

“I don’t want to debase you,” he chokes out, looking like he is in physical pain.

“How could you debase me?”

“I can’t–” He grips your face tightly and pulls you closer, searching your eyes in desperation.

More tears spill over and roll down his cheeks. “You are far too precious to me.”

The pain in his eyes is so raw you can practically see him twisting the knife in his own heart. He’s clinging to you for life while begging you to let him go. He doesn’t know that if you let him succumb, the darkness will consume you too.

“And what do you think you are to me?” you whisper, hands cupping his face, “A rarity. The person I love.”

His grip softens and his eyes widen.

“You love me?”

“More than anything,” you say without any hesitation.

He stares at you in awe, fingers tracing your cheeks and jaw and lips. You cannot say if he is in the room with you in this moment, or if his mind is somewhere else. As if snapped back to his senses, he sucks in a stuttered breath and his gaze refocuses.

“You love me?” he asks again, voice breaking as he speaks.

The last of his resolve breaks when you nod again. Burying his head into your chest, he begins to sob uncontrollably, arms squeezing around your waist as he holds onto you.

With trembling lips, you place a kiss to the top of his head, your tears soaking through his silver hair.

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine, Drabble #2: Trauma

Authors note: Takes place after Drabble #1, but before Ch 10

Summary: Nat has a hard day after you're called into work on your day off by Tony. And you are reminded of the hurt and pain Bruce inflicted upon your beautiful Omega.

Warnings: talk of past domestic violence/assault, ptsd

Word count: 3776

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   Natasha jolts awake to the sound of your phone ringing and not realizing that it has already awoken her, you quickly toss the covers aside and walk a fair distance away before groggily answering.

   “Hello?.....Okay…..Yeah, I can be there…..See you soon”

   You turn around with the intent to wake your mate and explain what was going on only to find her already starting to sit up with her sleep filled eyes staring at you. You sigh, regretting that your pregnant Omega was now awake so early due to your phone.

   “I’m sorry, my love” you apologize, sitting down on her nest again

   She does her best to steady her heart rate and breathing before speaking, “What- what's going on?”

   “That was Tony. Unfortunately one of the security guards that was scheduled to be in today has had a major family emergency, and I’m the only one that answered his call, so it looks like I’ll be heading into work today”

  “Oh…okay” 

  You immediately pick up on her unease, which was likely due to the fact that you hadn’t had to go into Stark Industries for a full day of work since her pregnancy. And even before that you’d never had to go in on such a short notice, which gave her time to make plans with the likes of: Yelena, Clint, Wanda or Carol.

   “Omega, are you okay?” you ask, worried she’ll be upset at your departure

   “Yes, I just…I’m not used to being alone. I’m sorry.”

   “Hey, it's ok love.” you soothe, cupping her face, “I'm sorry I have to go in, you know I’d rather be here with you. But we can video chat on my lunch break, ok?”

   “Okay, thank you Alpha”

   “Of course” you say with a nod before leaning in to kiss her temple, “Now I need to get ready. I’ll wake you to say goodbye if you fall back asleep”

   “Okay” she answers, though she knows the likelihood of that happening is low as she’ll be too anxious thinking about the possibilities of what she’ll do without you and any friends for the day

   Sure enough, when you get out of your very fast shower ten minutes later she is still wide awake and staring at the ceiling. Your heart aches at the scene, but unfortunately you don’t have the time to dwell on it as you need to get dressed. You head to the closet and get your black suit, white dress shirt and black tie out. You grab a pair of boxers and slide them on before putting the rest of your attire on.

   As you take a seat on the side of your bed to  slide on your shoes she gets up from the nest and makes her way over to sit next to you. She leans her head against your shoulder and lets out a sigh, as she's not quite ready to without your presence. You pause what you're doing and wrap an arm around her waist to hold her even closer. She takes this gesture a step farther by wrapping her arms around your neck as she buries her face against your collarbone.

   Your hold on her tightens a bit as you rub soothing circles into her back, “Do you want me to try calling anyone? That way you don’t have to be alone?”

   She shakes her head, “No, don’t wanna bother anyone. I’ll be ok, I’ll just miss you.”

   “I’ll miss you too, detka(baby)” you assure her, kissing the top of her head

   She kisses your neck in return before pulling away to kiss you properly. She smiles against your lips when she feels your hand reach down to caress her belly, and she wonders if you even realize you do that now. Maybe it’s something you do due to a subconscious protective instinct, or maybe you actively do it as a form of comfort for the both of you. Whatever the cause, she enjoys the extra bit of affection.

   “I love you” 

   “I love you too, Y/n” she responds, tightening her hold on you for a bit before finally letting go, “Drive safe”

   “I will. Try and head back to bed for a bit, okay? It's still early”

   She nods and watches you head out of the bedroom before she climbs back into her nest. She waits to hear the door that leads to the garage close before allowing herself to curl up under the covers once more. She's unsure how much rest she’ll manage to get without you beside her, but the knowledge that the sun hasn’t even begun to peak over the horizon tells her that she at least needs to try.

   At some point she had been able to drift back asleep, as she's now awoken to see the sunlight spilling through the gaps in the blinds accompanied by the gentle coos of her pup coming through the monitor.

   Gently rubbing the swell of her belly she speaks softly to her unborn pup, “We better get up, your brother must be hungry”

   She lazily stretches before getting out of her nest to head up to Dimas room. But as she starts to walk up the stairs, she becomes aware of the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling in her chest. She feels a bit silly, because there wasn’t a reason for it. This is her home, and she was safe here, as are her pups. And she's a grown Omega, therefore she's capable of being without her Alpha for a few hours. Besides, Bruce didn’t want pups to raise them, but as a form of control so she was usually left to her own devices anyway. So what was the difference? She's used to this, she’ll be fine.

   As she enters her pups room a soft smile takes over her features and his excited noises momentarily take her mind off of her anxious thoughts. She heads over to his nest and picks him up and places a kiss on one of his chubby little cheeks as takes him over to his changing table.

   “Good morning malen'kiy(little one)” she coos as she undresses him and begins to change his diaper, “Mama had to work, so it’s just the two of us today”

   A soft little meow from the doorway reminds Nat that her statement is actually wrong, and she looks over apologetically to the kitten that is strutting into the room

   “Sorry Liho. It's the three of us”

    After changing her pups diaper and putting him in a suitable outfit, she takes him downstairs for breakfast. She doesn't plan on making anything too extravagant, just some scrambled eggs with ham chunks for Dima and an omelet for herself. 

   Normally when cooking she lets him play in the living room, in his bouncer or playpen while the tv plays one of his shows. But today, for some strange reason, she just doesn’t feel good about that. So instead she sets him up in his highchair at the table instead and sets up her phone so he can watch something while she cooks.

   After she's fed him, and herself, she heads into the living room where she settles down on the sofa. She scrolls through the guide until she finds a show to watch and then she leans back and allows her boy to suckle. Once he's gotten his fill of her milk she sets him down in his playpen with a few of his toys with the intent to let herself relax, but she just can’t seem to. 

   She feels a bit restless, and there's a nagging in the back of her mind that just keeps repeating that she needs to keep an eye on Dima. So, being one to not ignore any of her instincts, she listens. She settles down on the floor next to the pups playpen to ensure she's within arms reach should anything occur, and she allows her show to become mere background noise as she starts to play with him.

   After a while Dimas interest shifts from playing with his toys to the tv, so Nat reluctantly stands and moves back over to the couch to grab the remote. She switches the channel to some cartoons for him, not like she’d been paying attention to what she’d put on for herself anyway, and decides to try and relax a bit. She's not usually so on guard, and she's wondering if it might be something new her pregnancy hormones have brought on. She knows its normal to be more protective and possessive while with pup, but-  THUMP

   Her head immediately swivels in the direction of the sudden noise, and she's almost certain she can feel her heart beating through her ribcage. She waits a moment, straining her ears to pick up any other sounds that could be perceived as out of the norm, but she doesn’t hear anything more. She quickly grabs her phone and opens up Carol's contact before she rises to her feet and quietly makes her way in the direction she believes the noise came from.

   When she gets closer to your home office she spots the perpetrator, Liho, who is perched atop your large bookshelf. Undoubtedly it hitting the wall as she jumped up there is what caused the earlier sound. But this fact does little to calm the Omega. Her pulse is still racing as she turns to head back to the living room, and when she realizes she can no longer hear her pup from her current location, she practically sprints back.

  She pockets her phone and rushes to him, carefully picking him up to assess him. He smiles wide and excitedly kicks his feet upon seeing his Mama, and she lets out a sigh of relief. She keeps him in her arms as she sits back down on the sofa, and tries her best to become calm again. Or at least, as calm as she had been before Liho made her mind and heart race.

   He’s okay. She internally assures herself, cupping his chubby little cheek in her hand. She then moves that same hand to her bump and gently caresses it. We’re okay. She takes a deep breath in an attempt to help herself calm down and after a while it seems to have worked. True she's still on edge, but the feeling of dread is back to the level it had been earlier when she awoke.

    Despite having to take care of and entertain Dima, the next few hours had gone by incredibly slowly for your mate. She's sure this had to do with how much she missed your presence along with the anxiety that's still simmering in the back of her brain, and she finds herself wishing that you’d only had to work half a day today. Still, she's at least thankful that you’ll be able to call her on your lunch break. Which should be any second now.

   As if on queue her phone rings and the quickly mutes the tv before answering, “Hi, my love”

   “Hi detka(baby)” you greet, smiling as her face takes up your phone screen, you missed her more than you expected to. But you had a feeling she was feeling the same, “Everything going alright at home?”

   She had debated on telling you the truth of how poorly she was handling her anxiety today, but as soon as she saw your face on her screen she decided against it. She could already see you were stressed, the furrow between your brows and the tightness of the muscles in your neck showed her that much. And the last thing she wanted to do was add to that by causing you to worry about her.

   “Lihos been a bit mischievous today, but were doing good”

   “I’m glad to hear that” you admit, and Natasha watches as your shoulders relax, in turn causing her to relax a bit. “You had something for breakfast, right?”

   She nods, “Yes, of course. I made an omelet for myself while I mad Dimas eggs and ham”

   “Good. You'll be happy to know that I grabbed myself a breakfast sandwich from the corner bakery on the way into work”

   She smiles, knowing how hard it was for you to remember to eat something when you were up so early, “Did you get sausage or bacon on it?”

   “Both” you answer, causing her to chuckle, “Any plans for lunch?”

   She's about to respond, but she is cut off by a rather incessant knocking that she can only assume is coming from your office door. Your jaw tightens as you look over in the direction of your door and she can clearly tell this interruption has frustrated you.

   “One second love” you tell her, setting the phone down to go and deal with whoever it was. She can’t help but fidget while you're away, her mind busy with thoughts of how to help soothe you once you return home to her. She's so lost in these thoughts that you had to call her name a few times to regain your attention.

   “Are you sure you're alright, my Omega?” you ask, a hint of worry evident in your tone

   She swallows the lump of truth in her throat that's threatening to surface, “Yes Alpha, just got distracted checking on Dima, that's all.”

   You nod, “Well, thankfully that was just Happy with my lunch. Tony ordered me my favorite since I had to come in today”

   “That was nice of him” she says, glad that you could at least enjoy that if nothing else today

  “Mhm” you agree, unwrapping your sandwich, “What will you two be having?”

  “I haven’t decided yet” she answers. Because truthfully shed been too excited to hear from you on your break to focus on anything else lunch related

   You smile at that, causing her to look at you quizzically, “Well, good. Because I ordered the two of you something. It should be there by the time we have to hang up”

   “Y/n, you didn’t have to do that”

   You wave her off, “Nat, baby, your at home taking care of our pup while with pup. The least I could do is provide you both with a meal so you don’t have to cook. Besides, Tony offered to buy”

   She smiles at both your bosses generosity and yours, “Well thank you Alpha, and be sure to thank Tony for me too”

   “I will. Now I should go so I don’t have to inhale everything before I’m back on shift” you joke, but she can tell by the slight downturn of your lips that you didn’t truly want to go

   “Alright, I love you”

  “I love you too, Natty.” you respond, blowing her a kiss in order to see her smile again, “I’ll see you in a few hours”

   She lets out a sigh after hanging up with you. In her current headspace, a few hours was likely to feel more like an eternity. But at least she didn’t have to worry about lunch now. And true to your word, a knock sounds at the door then. She answers it and retrieves the food, setting it at the table before bringing Dima into the dining room too. She opens the bags to find its all from her favorite Italian place and that you had gotten her several different dishes to ensure that she could have a bit of everything now and still have some for later cravings. If this didn’t improve her mood she didn’t know what would.

    You sigh as you finally pull into the driveway, a bit more tired than usual due to last night's troublesome sleep and the emergency shift that you’d been called into this morning. It definitely took a toll on you that no cups of coffee had been able to fix, and you couldn’t wait to just get inside to see your pup and Omega. 

   You stretch after getting out of the car and then make your way into the house, doing your best to not trip over Liho as she excitedly circles your feet. You bend down to pet her a few times before gently shooing her further into the house. You were happy to see her, but you really wanted to see your Omega. And Dima too of course. 

   When you enter the kitchen, you see her. Her back is to you as she stands at the sink, apparently doing a few dishes while Dima sits in his bouncer that's been moved to the dining room so she can still keep an eye on him. Now that you're here with them again, you can finally feel yourself relax. Knowing they had been alone here today had your protective instincts going into overdrive at work. You’d nearly pelted the Beta that got too close to Pepper and Morgan as he walked past you all in the hallway, and they weren’t even yours

   “God I missed you” you breathe out, cutting through the peaceful silence with an innocent declaration of affection you hope will warm your mates heart

   But instead you only succeed in startling her. You watch her body jolt as she spins around to face you, sending the mug that had been in her hands spiraling down to the tile floor below. The sound of it shattering has her eyes widening even more than they had been and this was her anxieties final straw. She couldn’t upset you, she just couldn’t. You’d had such a long day full of stress and you had still managed to care for her and Dima. And here she was greeting you by causing a scene and a mess. She couldn’t bear it if you looked at her in disappointment, or worse if you verbally told her of your disdain for her actions. She had to make this right. 

   You feel immediate guilt wash over you upon realizing just how badly you must have startled her to cause such a reaction, but before you can even begin to apologize, and to your abject horror she immediately drops down to her knees in front of the debris 

   “Natasha!” 

   “I’m sorry Alpha, I’m so sorry!” she apologizes, not realizing you had been shouting because she was now picking the broken pieces up with her hands and not because she broke it in the first place, “Please don’t be mad!”

   Her pleading has your heart aching in you chest, and you try your best to approach her in a way that doesn’t further trigger her, “Omega- ”

   “Please!” she stresses, bottom lip trembling, “It was an accident, I promise it won’t happen again!”

   You kneel beside her and grab her wrists, forcing her to drop the broken pieces that are now stained with blood from fresh cuts that litter her hands. She prepares herself to be berated, but instead is met with your warm embrace as you pull her against you.

   “I didn't mean to, I'm sorry Alpha. I'm sorry”

   “Shhh, it's alright Natty. It was an accident. I'm not mad. You're not in trouble” you assure her, nuzzling into her scent gland

   “I- I’m not?”

   Her confusion pains you, and in that moment you want nothing more than to roast Bruce over a pit of hot coals, “No baby, you're not. You're not in trouble. You're safe here, remember?”

   Her brain finally begins to clear, and a guttural sob leaves her as she realizes the truth in your words. You weren’t like Bruce, and you never would be. You were Y/n, her amazingly kind Alpha.

   “I’m sorry” she whimpers, turning to bury her face against your chest “I didn’t mean to react like you were him. I know you're not. I know”

   You hold her even tighter, “It’s okay Omega. Sometimes, you can’t help these things. Certain things are going to cause this type of reaction, and though it saddens me to see you like this, I will never take it personally”

   You continue to hold her as she cries, offering her nothing but soothing touches and gentle words. Once she seems to have calmed down, you stand with her, and look over to see that despite everything Dima is still happy to be playing in his bouncer. Content with this you scoop your Omega up in your arms and carefully place her on the counter next to the sink.

  She watches as you turn on the water, letting it get warm as you find the bandages and antibacterial cream you keep out here in case of emergencies. You reach a finger in to feel the water, and content with it you take her hands in yours and help her clean the wounds. Satisfied with how they look now you apply a bit of cream to each of them before placing a bandaid over them and then you gently kiss her hands before helping her down

   “Go get comfortable in the living room baby. I’ll sweep this up and bring Dima in”

   She looks at you, guilt still evident on her features, “But- ” 

   “No buts” you tell her, leaning in to place a soft kiss against her lips, “Go on now, I’ll only be a moment”

   “Okay”

   Sure enough, it hadn’t taken you long at all and she smiled as you and her pup entered the room. You kiss his cheeks a few times before placing him down in his playpen and then you sit down next to your mate.

  “Come here” you mumble as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her into your lap

   She practically melts into your embrace as your scent surrounds her, bringing her an easy sense of comfort and security, allowing her to finally begin to truly feel at ease. You place gentle kisses against her collarbone and cheek as you hold her, 

   “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was having a hard day. I just knew you were too, and I didn’t want to make things worse for you”

   “You could never make things worse for me, Omega” you tell her, cupping her face gently, “I’m just sorry I wasn’t here today to help you through it.”

   She shakes her head, “You were when I needed you most, and you took care of me. Thank you, Alpha”

   “I’ll always take care of you, you don’t ever have to thank me for that”

   “I know I don’t have to” she admits, nuzzling against your chest, “But you deserve to know how grateful I am for everything you do. I love you, Y/n.”

   “I love you too, Natty” you reply, squeezing her affectionately before moving one of your hands to her stomach, “Everything gonna be okay”

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[kyleoreillylover]

The Bloodline!Reader x Rhea Ripley x Dominick Mysterio Part 2

A/N: You guys asked and I delivered! This took so freaking long 😭😭 I wasn’t expecting all the love on the first part, so thank you all! Here’s a part 2, lmk if you want a part three as well. This also has more bloodline and reader lore, but Dom and Rhea are in there too, I just needed to continue the bloodline story.

Tw: Manipulation, reader being manipulative, angry confrontations, cursing.

After Dom and Rhea comforted you, you insisted on driving to your hotel by yourself. Even though opening up to them cleared your head a bit, you needed to be alone for a while to process these emotions.

They were wary-torn between wanting to respect your boundaries but also wanting to be there for you-but they didn’t want to overwhelm you, so they let you go.

You promised them you’d come back to them once your mind calmed down, and that made them feel a bit better.

Unbeknownst to the 3 of you, Paul was looking for you under the “Tribal Chiefs Orders” and caught you leaving their locker room.

He sent immediately sent Solo after you, his usual stoic demeanor being replaced by anger as he drove to your hotel.

It all clicked into his mind- Romans’ sudden hostility towards you, the weird tension between TJD and you, you refusing Romans orders. And he couldn’t believe you, his own sister, would be affiliating with your families enemies.

When he came to your room, furiously banging the door and yelling at you once you opened it, you felt your emotions rushing again, but instead of sadness, there was anger- the burning hot anger you tried to push back these past few weeks because in fear of hurting your blood.

But now, you didn’t care. Why should you care when they clearly didn’t share those same fears?

You let that anger run hot, but you didn’t let it burn all your judgment down. You wanted to hurt Roman, to make him feel the same pain you’ve been feeling, but you needed to be smart about it.

“What the hell was that, huh?” Solo shouted at you, and you winced at how loud his voice was. “Is what Paul said true? You been talking to them Judgment Day bitches and helping them? What the fuck? You gonna pull a Sami and ditch us too, uce?

“You know damn well I'd never do that! And I'm not helping them! You just gonna hear what Paul says and believe him, huh?" You yelled right back at him, wiping at your eyes and it was then that Solo looked at you, really looked at you since everything that had happened at the Royal Rumble. Your slumped shoulders, your bloodshot eyes glaring at him- had you been crying? He let his guard down a little at that but continued on. "Then why were you in their room? What were you doing with them?" Your frown turned into a scowl as you crossed your arms, looking at Solo. "I was in their room cause when I was leaving the arena, Rhea thought it would be funny to talk some mess about you guys when I was passing their room. And I was already overwhelmed and tired, so I couldn't control myself and I got in her face-" Solo's anger was slowly draining away as you continued to speak, being replaced by some guilt. Paul was always trying to start something, he should've known you wouldn't do anything without a reason.

“- then Dominick and Finn broke us up, and I left their room and I was just tired and didn’t wanna take out my anger on any of you, so I just went here to chill out and sleep.” You finished, making your way to your bed and sitting on top of it.

Solo didn’t know what to say, he had never seen you like this. You were always the one lifting everyone’s spirit, putting smiles on everyones faces with your infectious energy, the one that comforted everyone. He felt out of his element.

You took his silence as anger and put your head in your hands, and he couldn’t tell if you were crying or not. “Great. Now you’re mad at me, Roman is mad at me. I just fucked everything up today.”

You picked your head up when you felt the bed dip, seeing Solo sit next to you. He frowned when he saw that you were, in fact crying. “What do you mean today? Roman said something to you today?

You nodded, tears still coming out of your eyes. “Yeah, he talked about Paul mentioning something about the Judgment Day and Paul said I was acting suspicious & he just completely went off the rails on me. But this was before I snapped at Rhea, so I don’t know what Paul was talking about. But I’m sorry for worrying you guys.” You sighed, sniffling and about to wipe your eyes again when Solo stopped you, handing you the box of tissues. You gave him a small smile at his rare act of affection.

“Don’t be sorry. You need rest. I’ll talk to Paul. And Roman. What he doing ain’t cool.” Solo spoke, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“You good now, uce?” You nodded at him. “Yeah, I’m good. But wait-” You grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from getting up, and pulled him into a hug. He froze, not prepared for the physical contact.

“Be safe, okay? Don’t tell Roman, but I need a break from all of this shit for a while, but you need to hold down the fort Solo. Just stay safe while doing it.” You confessed, tightening your arms around him. He stayed silent for a moment as he slowly wrapped his arms around you.

“Of course uce. You stay safe too.” He said after a moment, squeezing you a bit tighter. You smirked against his shoulder, you didn’t think it’d be this easy but Solo always had a soft spot for you, his younger sister. You could see the seeds of doubt you planted in Paul and Roman making the gears in his head turn, and it made you smirk even more.

Once he left, you picked up your phone, texting Dom and Rhea and telling them about your plan.

They responded almost immediately, saying they were on board. They smiled at each other once they saw your messages, proud and happy you finally came to your senses and realized how toxic your family members were to you. Rhea couldn’t wait until she could pummel Roman into the ground for hurting you.

You grinned once they agreed, saying you’d meet them after you checked on Jey, which was phase one of your plan. He faced the worst of Roman, being mentally and emotionally abused by him, so you sympathized with him, and felt anger on his behalf. He was your older brother, and while all your brothers cared about you, he always cared a little bit more and tried to protected you from the brunt of Romans anger when the Bloodline first started. You wanted to do the same for him. But first, you needed to get in his head to get to Roman. He was the key to beating Roman.

Roman wants to play with fire? He'll realize that you're more than willing to embrace the flames if it finally led to his Empire and position as Tribal Chief getting burned. And if anyone got in your way, you’d drag them down in the flames with you.

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[mulderscully]

so here we are again, i'm breaking up with doctor who again? and i have a lot of asks about why and i have some asks from people ranting at me because they know me well enough to know why these specials would upset me.

i wanna go over why i'm upset a bit, and i'm gonna do it on main because at the end of the day my tumblr career started here.

as a lot of you may be aware, i have been a huge fan of journey's end and of tentoo for over ten years. my god, i have been in the absolute trenches defending that ending for rose and defending the metacrisis doctor for so long that it's honestly part of who i am.

when rtd was announced to be returning as showrunner i was really excited because i thought he was such a brilliant writer who understood the show and his characters. rtd has always been imperfect, but his original run was about life, death, happiness, pain and how you cannot have one without the other. it was about the human experience and the tragedy of the doctor always being on the outside of that. so close but never having it fully.

that's what made it compelling.

now, i was pretty convinced that the fourteenth doctor was going to be tentoo or that something tentoo related was why that face came back. not just because i wanted it but because it made sense. tentoo is half of the metacrisis, he is why donna lost her memories and the toymaker is a villian who messes with universes for fun! all these pieces fit.

it wasn't primarily about rose because i knew billie wouldn't be in the specials, it was about this making the most sense for donna and for the doctor and their relationship.

my biggest issue now is that... fourteen is not ten. the audience seems to be accepting him as such because that's how he was written, but doing so really undercut a lot of what made the tenth doctor my doctor.

fourteen is not ten, he and donna have not seen each other in years - millions for him, fifteen for her - they are different people. or they SHOULD be. and of course he still loves her, of course of course but it doesn't ring true to me for them to barely address how long they've been apart and act like it's s4 again so rtd can give ten a "happy ending."

i don't even know where to start cause it's all so upsetting. listen, i don't like donna getting her memories back and i know that is unpopular but i feel like that tragedy was so well done that reversing it with a wave of the hand is a travesty. but even if donna had kept her memories, fine! show me her family, show me how she has grown and changed in the life without him and show me how she has grown to love herself and is ready to let ten go so he can let go of the guilt of what he had to do to her. why does donna need to have her own doctor?

in russell's book "the writer's tale" he was ADAMANT about donna NEVER getting her memories back. he was proud, as he should have been, of how painfully he ended s4 because tragedy has value.

the key difference between this and journeys end and giving rose her own doctor is that while rose gets a happy ending, it's tinged with pain and with sacrifice for them all. it comes with a price and that makes it all the more precious. ten and tentoo have always been the same guy with different opportunities and how that affects who we become to me. you remove the tragedy from it and the core falls out and it feels soulless.

sure, rose would be happy that the doctor is happy but i'm sorry this is rose's storyline repackaged and handed to donna and done in a way the audience accepts as "real." which is so fucking mindnumbingly unfair and lazy. to take the doomsday, "one adventure i can never have," which is about rose and giving it to donna is so god damn insulting. it's like donna's popularity as a platonic soulmate to ten has completely overpowered the power of nine and ten's relationship with rose, her family and what they represented for him and that doesn't sit right with me and i'm not ashamed to say it.

and it doesn't even work overall because the doctor settled down with river for 24 years already. like... he already had that adventure in various ways! it's like rtd thought he could pick up in 2008.

this is what he originally wanted to do with journeys end and instead of using what he already had and expanding on it, instead of using how tentoo has been thinking of donna for fifteen years too bc he cost her everything, instead of using their metacrisis to have him absorb his mind, instead of using how they are biologically related he makes a THIRD david tennant doctor? it's perplexing. he could have easily brought tentoo over to the main universe and if he REALLY wanted to had donna and her fam move to pete's world and seal them all away for his soft reboot that way.

now we have two timelord doctors in the main dw verse. why? what's gonna happen to him! what about when donna die? does he become the valeyard? what was the point? HOW does this celebrate 60 years?

but my biggest pain of all has been how this neuters ten and the audience perception of him. i love how rude he was. i love how repressed he was. i love his pain and his sillness. i love how he went mad. i love i don't want to go. i LOVE how hard it was for him because it fucking Meant something. like julie gardner said, the doctor is his most compelling when he has to sacrifice something. i love a happy ending, but i worry we are forgetting the value or something ending painfully and just... ending.

tldr; i have more to say but at the moment i feel like my favorite doctor got erased, like they took all the depth from him and made him happier and easier to digest for comforts sake and it sacrificed his arc and that makes me unhappy.

#dw spoilers #negativity

[isthatafuckinggayangel]

I wanted to continue this thing that I wrote for @cod-dump (hope you don’t mind me tagging you lmao), just kinda expanding upon the concept of Nik being Soap’s father and getting into more of the meat in the idea, so here

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Explaining to Ghost and Gaz everything that had gone on between Nik and Soap, their relationship and all, was exhausting. The number of questions they had took forever to get through and made Soap think a little too hard about what why his mother had caused this.

At the same time though, it made him realize he needed to call her to get all the information straightened out here. He needed to know why she did it. Why she separated him from his father.

So, a few days after he had gotten everything sorted with Nik and the team was on the same page with everything, he made the call. He had both Ghost and Nik sit in on the call with him, he couldn’t get himself to do it without some support and he needed to have Nik there to make sure any lies didn’t slip passed him. The trio were sat around the dining table in the common room, Nik and Ghost on either side of Soap. He pressed the call button and made sure it was on speaker, holding it in his left hand still.

“Tha e math cluinntinn bhuat a-rithist, John. It’s been too long since ye called!” She answered the phone with.

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s been quite busy out here, so I haven’t had the chance.” Soap rested his forehead in his palm and Ghost ran his hand along his upper back in a soothing motion.

“Is there somethin’ goin’ on, a chuilein? Ye sound a bit upset.”

“Yeah, um, I’ve been thinking a lot and had a few questions fer you, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, it is! Ask away.”

He took a deep breath then went for it. “Why did you tell me my da abandoned me?”

There was silence on the other end. The seconds stretched for what felt like forever.

“Well, that’s because he did. He made it very clear to me that he didn’t want to speak to any of us, and as much as it pained me, I knew we had to respect his wishes.”

Soap saw Nik’s fist clench out of the corner of his eye and looked up, seeing an expression of barely concealed rage. Soap set his phone on the table, reaching over and grabbing his father’s hand to try to help calm him.

“Ma, do you remember what he does for work?”

“…What do you mean, John?”

“I need you to be honest with me. Why did you lie?”

He was met with more silence.

“I dinnae lie, John.”

“Ma. I’m givin’ ya one more chance to be honest. I need you to take it.”

“I don’t understand, I’ve been honest-“

He let out a sigh before laying it all out. “I met him again, Ma. Ye seem tae have forgotten what he does fer work. We work together now. I read his journal, ma. I know what you told ‘im. I know you lied to both of us. So why? I just wanna know why you did it.”

“It’s a very complicated situation-“

“Bullshit. I know a complicated situation when I see one, and this is not one.”

“John-“

“Не лги нашему сыну, Elspet.” Nik growled. He’d clearly had enough of her avoiding the question she’d been asked.

“Nikolai, I-“

“You will answer the question the boy asked. You will not disrespect him or diminish his intelligence by acting as though you do not understand what he is talking about.”

They were once again met with silence. Ghost moved closer to Johnny, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and holding him against his side.

“I was tired. Your father’s job took a toll on me, on our family, and I couldn’t handle it anymore. The entire time you were away from me, every summer, I was so scared his job would follow him home and I wouldn’t know because you were so far away. I needed to have you close to make sure you were okay. That you were safe. I couldn’t think of anything else to be able to do it.” She paused. “Look at where that’s gotten us now. You enlisted for the same damn job and now ye work together. Guess it couldn’t truly be avoided.”

Soap was seething. While he understood being afraid for your child’s safety, he couldn’t get passed the manipulation. The lies. The fact that she didn’t just explain that that was the problem. He could have kept up with phone calls, letters, something so he wouldn’t lose his father. And yet, this was the decision she had made.

Nik squeezed his hand and Ghost hugged him a bit tighter.

“John?”

A deep breath. “Thank you for your honesty. I’m gonna need some time to process all that. I’ll call you again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, John.”

“Love ye too, ma.” He hung up the phone and rested his head against the table. “Christ, that sucked.”

“Are you alright, love?” Ghost asked.

“I’ll be alright eventually. Just gonna need some time.” He picked his head back up and looked over at Nik. “You alright? Cannae exactly be easy for you to hear either.”

He gave a light nod. “I’ll be okay eventually, малыш. It will take time, as you said, but it will be fine.” He squeezed Soap’s hand again and Soap did the same back. “У нас все будет хорошо.”

~~~

Translations

Tha e math cluinntinn bhuat a-rithist, Johnny. -> It’s lovely to hear from you again, Johnny.

A chuilein -> my lad

Не лги нашему сыну -> Don’t lie to our son

Малыш -> little one

У нас все будет хорошо -> We will be okay

Apologies for any incorrect translations, the Gaelic is done with google translate and the Russian is a different translation app, so chances are there’s something wrong with it. Let me know if you have any corrections on it!

#the initial direction I was going with the argument and reasoning for the lie felt a bit too much like I was villainizing her #and I very much didn’t want that #I think I landed at a decent point with this take #idk I didn’t want anyone to feel like an actual villain or be too bad because I don’t think it would feel quite as real #but also none of this is realistic at all lmao #idk if I’ll continue this further but I’m enjoying what I’m quickly throwing out there #anyway #cod mwii #cod mwii fanfic #soap mactavish #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #but like as a background thing #Nik is Soap’s dad #once again wrote this in like an hour lmao #also sorry to every Scottish person ever for that accent writing LMAO #I’m sure it’s actually terrible

[joelsflannel]

doomsday (j.m)

tags/warnings (18+ MDNI): ANGST, lots of fire imagery? (not sure where it came from but we’re rolling with it), trauma (discussions of canon events. i.e joel’s been dealt a pretty shitty hand), feelings of betrayal, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end because i’m not a monster, grief. 

summary: (joel miller x f!reader) joel miller is good at a long of things, but opening up is not one of them 

word count: 1.1k

series masterlist

A/N: this is the first official installment of my new series mixtape! i really hope you enjoy, i almost made this chapter smutty but when i checked the word count it was 1111 and the angel number was just too good to pass up. 

your mental health is more important than reading a fic, please take care of yourself and skip this one if any of the warnings are triggering to you <3 

PLUS a big huge massive thank you to @pedgeitopascal for 1.) being the best and 2.) letting me rant and rave to her about this fic 

pull the plug, make it painless

i don’t want a violent end

don’t say that you’ll always love me,

‘cause you know i’d bleed myself dry for you over and over again

—

Things were getting better. They were. The three of them stitched and mended together by fate, probably trauma, and love; a family. 

Sometimes, though, there were things that slipped through the cracks of the mosaic they’d built. Sometimes years of unexamined pain boiled up and over, burning whatever and whomever it touched. 

It wasn’t that Joel’s intentions were to shut everyone out. No, he’d gone so long without the comfort of someone to confide in that it was hard to express the burning pit of affliction that seemed to radiate in his very being. Sarah. Tess. Tommy. Ellie. You. Everyone he’d cared about, everyone he felt he’d failed, occupied the inferno. 

He wanted to let you in, needed to, and he was trying but some fires burn unbidden. 

That’s how he ended up here, standing across from you in your shared living room. His hands itched to hold you, to find purchase on your skin, comfort you. Comfort you from what, though? From him? The feeling of being the cause of your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes feeding the flames, fueling that nagging feeling that he was falling short. 

“I can’t,” you look up at him, voice quiet and tired. “I can’t sit here and watch you detach from yourself, from me, from us. I love you, I love you so much that my soul aches for you. I can’t breathe when you're around and I can’t breathe when you’re not.” 

“Please, Joel.” eyes filled with pleading tears, the soaked sleeve of your sweater trying to wipe them away but the tears still flow, and the ache still gnaws away. “Fuck, you have to let me in. You’re always telling me that you can't lose me but I can’t lose you either.”

He’d never seen you seem so small, so defeated, “I don’t wanna hurt you, angel.” 

The look on your face said it all, the bright smile you normally wore had been replaced by a twisted expression of heartache and longing. Your eyes were puffy, brows furrowed as you drew in a shaky breath, “You know what hurts? What feels like you’ve taken a knife and twisted it in my stomach?” the words taste bitter on your tongue, getting caught in your throat and mangled by emotion, “The fact that despite everything we’ve been through together, it never feels like you fully trust me.”

“Darlin’,” his voice low, thick with emotion, “I’m just afraid that you won’t look at me the same way. What if I say somethin’ and it scares you away? I can’t risk you.”

Those eyes he loves so much are big and watery, betraying the notion of every inch of your body longing to be close to his.  “Let me have a say, let me decide what I can handle. Please just quit shutting me out, I can’t handle that.” 

Finally, he finds himself closing the gap between them, bridging what felt like miles in two steps as he takes a seat on the threadbare couch that the three of you had patched up with various fabrics over the years. 

He takes your hand in his, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for bein’ cold, bein’ distant, for shuttin’ you out.” his grief weighs heavy on his face, taking a deep breath, and rubbing a calloused hand over his face, steeling himself, “My life has been a lot of things. It’s been scary, lonely, everything but easy. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, I’ve dealt as much pain as I’ve been given.”

As if you can see him withdrawing back into himself, you place a hand on his cheek, “Come back to me. Don’t wander off so far into that head of yours that I can’t reach you, please.”

He shakes his head, his body tense. You can see the gears turning, the fire of panic fighting with the fear of vulnerability, the idea of laying everything out on the table for you to see. He knows, he knows that you would never do anything to hurt him. You’ve been through far too much yourself to pick apart the dirty details of his past. The only reasons he has for closing off are internal, every fiber of his being putting up shutters to lock his grief away from your gentle touch. Even now when he looks over at you, those big beautiful eyes opening themselves up for him, warm and inviting if he would just let himself fall. 

“When I lost Sarah, it was like a part of me broke. There’s this hole in my heart, a void that I can’t fill. I-,” his voice shakes, clearing his throat as tears fill his brown eyes. “Nothin’ takes the hurt away, I can’t get ‘er back” 

You suck in a shaky breath, in all the time you’ve been with Joel, he’d never broken down like this. Never let his walls down enough for you to see that pain, the raging ache that consumed him. “Nothing I can do or say will bring her back, I would do anything to take that pain away.” wiping away his tears as they fall, “You have to let her live on through you. The people we were lucky enough to know, the people that we love are never truly gone. From all you’ve told me about her, she wouldn’t want you to live a life plagued with guilt.” 

His features soften at her words, his breath evening out, the fire slowly dissipating. It was as though you were the one person that dared to brave the chaos he was sure surrounded him. Your eyes search his, willing him to see that you were right there, that you would always be there. 

He hesitates for a moment, eyes still weary as exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I never stopped lovin’ her. I never will. She’d want me to be happy, live for somethin’ more than myself.” 

He reaches out, cupping your soft cheek as you lean into his touch. “Thank you,” your voice is barely above a whisper, “for letting me in.” 

“I’ve never been the best at openin’ up, but with you,” he pauses for a moment, an almost peaceful expression painting his face as he looks at you, the unbearable weight in his heart shrinking down and breathing you in. “with you, I guess I was just so afraid of losin’ you that I didn’t realize I was the one pushin’ you away. I need you to stay.”

“I love you.” a soft smile tugs at your lips, placing your hand gently over his larger one cupping your cheek. 

A small sigh of relief escapes his lips, leaning forward slightly and pressing his lips on your forehead, 

“I love you too, darlin’.”

song: doomsday by lizzy mcalpine

#joelsflannel masterlist #Joel Miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #post!outbreak joel miller #post!outbreak joel miller x reader #jackson!joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller angst #joelsmixtape fic #the last of us imagine #the last of us #tlou x reader #joel miller fanfic #firefly-graphics divider #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #cafekitsune dividers

[cassandrattpd]

australian surprise songs

loving him was red.

the delicate beginning rush, the feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all. i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you. i want you for worse or for better. i want your midnights. i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm. it's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend. faster than the wind, passionate as sin. i can tell that it's gonna be a long road. all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret. i gave you all my best mes, my endless empathy. i stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes. and you know that i would swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches, give you my wild, give you a child, give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother - is it enough? i'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home. something keeps me holding onto nothing. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. you had me crawling for you, honey, and it never would have gone away. i stay when you're lost and i'm scared and you're turning away. i'll give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come when you're standing with me. sorry for not making you my centerfold. i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. would it be enough if i could never give you peace? you've got your share of secrets and i'm tired of being last to know. a circus ain't a love story. this thing is breaking down, we almost never speak, i down feel welcome anymore. i damn sure never would have danced with the devil. he's gonna burn this house to the ground. fighting with him is like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. you say "i don't understand" i say "i know you don't." he poisoned the well, every man for himself. my mistake, i didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand. did i close my fist around something delicate, did i shatter you? i thought i had you figured out. i never learned to read your mind, i couldn't turn things around. i can't let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. did i say something way too honest made you run and hide like a scared little boy? how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying? i fake a smile so he won't see. i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick. you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs). how the hell did we lose sight of us again? 'cause you were never mine. was it over when she laid down on your couch? she's got everything that i have to live without. before you go tell me this, was she worth it? your new girl is my clone. was she worth this mess? you should've said no, baby, and you might still have me. tell myself it's time now gotta let go. should've known i'd be the first to leave. could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. suddenly this summer it's clear. i'm getting tired even for a phoenix. pulled my car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down. can't breathe whenever you're gone. you're in london and i break down 'cause it's not fair that you're not around. i know my pain is such an imposition. my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. it's hard to be at a party when you feel like an open wound. the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind.

#taylor swift #please ignore my middle of the night thread weaving at the present as theres a whole other half of this that didnt even fit on the post #that i need to reblog it and add #but its just like.....the australian surprise songs were entirely a narrative in and of themselves and i could NOT stop thinking about this #so i have been maniacally working on this #you may freely reblog once complete with its second half

[dirtytransmasc]

do you have any ao'nung and tsireya bonding w their new brother, spider, hcs?? <3

I had almost finished writing this post out, and then my computer died, and I wanna scream. anyway

both siblings are good kids, so when their parents take spider in and tell them to treat him as one of their own, they do it. spider is their baby brother (we don't know ao'nung or tsireya's ages, so they might be younger, but I don't care, spider's the baby of the family as far as I'm concerned) from the second he's brought into their home

tsireya is the sweet supportive sister from the very beginning, she loves having another baby brother to coddle and annoy (cause that's what big sisters are good for). ao'nung is the pain in the ass big brother who would die before someone harms a hair on his head.

tsireya is the empathetic, emotional protector sibling; she helps keep him grounded, gives him a rock to hold onto when he can't go to their parents, since his sort of parental trauma doesn't just go away easy, no amount of proper parenting with undo it, so sometimes he needs someone in his corner when his mind gets the best of him. ao'nung is more of physical protector, he makes sure no one messes with his baby brother, that he takes care of himself, and that he doesn't push himself too far.

tsireya is normally the one who follows him when he sulks off, and it always works out the same way; she goes to find him, sits next to him without saying a word, and then waits for him to fall against her before she wraps her tail around him. sometimes she starts humming or singing, sometimes they talk, other times they just sit and listen to the water or the forest. he feels safe to just feel and react and cry when he's with her.

ao'nung is his partner in crime, they're attached at the hip, constantly butting heads, and always ready for chaos. ao'nung taught spider everything he knows about their culture, diplomacy, leadership, and mischief; so not only are they good at pissing each other off, but they're good at breaking havoc against any poor unfortunate soul, and getting away with it (they're best friends and it shows)

when spider first joins the village, but was not yet adopted, tsireya tries to be kind and welcoming, as she did with the sully's joining the village. ao'nung does the same, in the way that he treats spider like he did the sully's; he antagonizes cause he's a stupid teenager. he hits a sore spot fast and see's spiders true nature very quickly. he thought that spider was a relatively well-rounded kid like him, thought he could take a couple jabs here and there, he didn't know how badly he had been alienated his whole life, so the few stabs at spider's human nature revealed how sad and anxious he was, how hard he tried to fit in. he's pretty protective after that, so you can only imagine how he reacted when he found out how spider was treating himself, and how he was being treated by the sully's after neteyam's death.

when spider goes through his mental and physical burnout, its ao'nung that won't leave his side; he practically force feeds him when he won't eat, is constantly offering him water, watching him sleep, forcing him to clean himself up. he makes sure he won't lose another brother (spider's body gave out during the clean up of the battle, ao'nung subsequently witnessed it, and after losing neteyam, it made him feel a certain type of way).

ao'nung and tsireya were the first people to get spider to smile again.

spider brings out tsireya's competitive streak, they always have some sort of petty bet going on between them; who can finish chores first, who can piss off ao'nung first, etc.

ao'nung and spider, no matter how they present themselves, are fair, intelligent, competent leader's. they are s perfect duo when it comes to helping tonowari maintain the village during the war times and they're are constantly surprising everything everyone with how serious they can be at times.

spider likes to show his siblings his live by making them things or doing their hair. he likes quiet time with his loved ones.

ao'nung and spider are a mirror image of neteyam and lo'ak respectively, and it makes them both a little sad, and it chills the Sully's to their cores.

when they sleep together as a family, the kids sleep between their parents, with spider in the very middle, cause they all know that boy needs all the cuddles.

#my mind is in an angsty gutter today #most of these are kidna sad #oops #I also feel like this are kinda subpar #my brain is super slow today #I'm probably gonna make another one eventually #cause I had to force these #anyway #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #avatar spider #spider avatar #aonung #tsireya #spider tonowari'itan #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Sunshine Happy Times

Chapter 12

Shredder has been revived, and we're doomed. After Draxum is expelled from the dark armor, it is revealed to us by my dads that they only used him because of his strong mystic power. Geez harsh... serves him right, though. I try to sit up from my lying position on a wooden bench, but my body screams at me to stay still. I want to get my hands on the Yokai that almost broke my body and spirit. But the cowardly snake slithered his way through a portal that Cass opened.

"YOU RESSURECTED SHREDDER WITHOUT ME!" Cass shouts, annoyed that she was left out again.

"I wanna say I'm prepared, but my chattering teeth won't let me," Donnie says while shaking like a leaf.

Cass, Papa Brutus, and Papa Lui chant "Shred" over and over. But this did not please the Shredder, and it began chasing them. In a blind rage, it threw them onto the ground like a drumstick on drums.

The gang goes in for the attack but is swatted away like flies. Wanting to help protect my family, I attempted again to get up, but the pain was too much, and I passed out. When I open my eyes, I see Shredder make his way toward Splinter, Leo, and April I take off running to them but by the time I reach them purple lightning surrounds it as it almost makes contact with Leo and disappears.

Wiping the sweat off my brow, I finally realize why I'm not in pain anymore. My body is highlighted by a bright white light...

"Am I dead?" I say slightly freaking out and hyperventilating.

Looking over at my body, I rush over and see that my body is still breathing. Donnie and the gang make their way over to me. While Donnie picks me up, princess-style, they discuss what just happened, and I just follow.

"This is so weird being outside of my body like this. Maybe there is a scientific explanation for this.....I'll ask Donnie about his hypothesis when I get back...if I get back into my body." As I'm talking to myself, I walk through Leo, which causes him to shiver and look around for the cause of it.

From the corner of my eye, I see something move through the darkness. I quickly rush over to it, but all I see is a figure wearing a dark cloak and hood making its way to the exit, a smaller cloaked figure follows after. Moving myself forward to follow, I ended up getting pulled back to where my body was but not sucked back into it.

"Guess I can't wander too far away from my body." I sigh and begrudgingly follow the gang.

Donnie wrist tech goes off signaling trouble, rushing to the city down to April's old job Alberto's. Shredder is going to town destroying everything it could get its claws on. Donnie places me a safe distance away from the fight before attacking. Wanting to protect them, I try summoning my powers, which causes my flesh body to wince and whine quietly, but nothing happens. Again, the Shredder goes in for the attack but disappears. Something catches my eye once more, but outside the restaurant's door, I rush outside to see what it is, again nothing there but the sound of a cape flapping in the wind.

Returning inside, Mikey predicts that 15 minutes from now, it will return, but somewhere else. Donnie, being the one for science and data collecting, scoffs at the very idea of getting to that conclusion from two data hypotheses. But it is quickly retracted when the prediction comes true. We're now inside a museum, and once again, I try to use my powers or move my flesh body.

"This could be the end, fellas," Mikey says as he hides in his shell

"I wish I spent more time with my TV....and maybe paid more attention to my grandpa's stories on how to defeat the shredder." Splints say regretfully

I roll my eyes at that but quickly run to hold onto Donnie while he's holding onto me protectively. Closing my eyes to not see our fate and praying, that nothing happens.

"If I live, I'll confess that I-" I open my eyes when nothing happens.

Again, the Shredder disappears, and once more, I see a cloaked figure. It's standing on a dinosaur bone exhibit. Smiling down at me, I can't see their faces, but the smile from the second figure seems familiar. I'm pulled back from my daze by everyone collectively releasing the breaths they were holding. Donnie loosens his tight grip on me and looks down at me while moving a piece of hair out of my face.

"OK, what do we have?" Raph asks. Mikey raises his hand with an idea

"Good ideas first," Raph corrects, and Mikey slowly lowers his hand.

It's decided unanimously....*cough cough* that Leo and Splinter will convince Big Mama to help us in stopping Shredder.

This allows Donnie to bring me to the Lair to check on my injuries. While the machine is scanning me, his mind starts to wander.

Donnie POV

"Ugh...." sighing heavily and pulling the palms of his hands down his face.

Flashbacks of my scream echo in his head. Not even his tinkering on an invention helps distract his racing mind. So he resorts to scanning all of New York for the possible location Splinter will appear in.

The scan is complete, showing a few broken bones, deep bruising, and a few muscle tears. He enhances the scanning to see how severe the damage is. Soon, he can see that something strange is happening. The muscle tears are slowly being sewn back together, an excess amount of calcium is produced, patching up the broken bits of bone, and the bruising is slowly disappearing.

"This is impossible. The human body isn't able to simply fix itself," He says in disbelief

He starts to write on a whiteboard the possible causes of this. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N hovers in and hits the scanner magnifier.

"Come take a look at this."

Donnie starts to spiral a bit when he starts scribbling on the whiteboard but snaps out of it when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N gets his attention. He looks at the magnifier and sees purple pulsing sticky goo that's slowly pulling the tears together.

"Ah, but of course..." He says while evil laughing, embarrassed, and throwing a small grenade that blows up the whiteboard, getting rid of his data.

"This is an amazing scientific discovery...I must do research"

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N gives him a look and a single sweat droplet slide from Donnie's brow as he chuckles awkwardly.

"Of course, I'll require Aqua's permission before proceeding." He sits back in his computer chair in front of the computer and starts to tap away on the keyboard on the newfound research.

Aqua POV

While this is all unfolding, I watch my body being scanned and look as the microscope records my body healing itself.

"This is so trippy but cool. I'll let Donnie do his evil science stuff to figure out exactly what is causing this. But for now, what were those two figures?

Before I could think of possible suspects, I jumped a bit when an alarm sounded on Donnie's wrist.

"Mikey, Raph, April, let's move, I've located Shredder at the docks," Donnie shouts into his wrist communicator while grabbing his tech bo.

While he rushes out of his lab, looking back at me and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N

"Keep an eye on her, please...son," He says tenderly, and the gang rushes out of the lair.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N nods and turns his attention to me. Not having anything to do, I sit on the ground and start meditating.

"Concentrate, calm your mind, feel your powers as an extension of yourself..."

"Who, who said that?" I open my eyes startled, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N doesn't seem to have heard anything, I look around the room just in case, and sitting back down I start to meditate again.

A flash of the gang running past me like a hologram or illusion. Opening my eyes not seeing anything. As I close my eyes and start to relax a bit another projection appears, crackling static surrounds me, and I can barely make out what they are saying.

"Concentrate...." the voice whispers again, taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing it. My shoulders relax and the tension I had I'm my body slowly ebbs away.

"Relax your mind" turning off my brain to think of nothing

"Feel your powers as an extension of yourself" I open my eyes and I start watching a scene unfold as the boys have got Shredder subdued by... tickling him...oh boy. But some party-goers on a huge boat light some fireworks and it draws the attention of Shredder like a bug to a bug zapper.

The tickling was no longer distracting and it took off like a deranged bat from hell. Donnie and Raph take off after it, while Mikey tosses a whole boat at him. My jaw drops open and the brothers are in awe of their little bro that Donnie flies face first into a metal bar.

Donnie jumps in front of the shredder blocking his path.

"All my tech is standing by, and I mean all of my tech."

Back at the lair, all his tech gets the command to come to him and soon they surround the mad scientist.

I start to concentrate again and my eyes glow purple, the ground starts to shake under Donnie like a mini earthquake.  Creating water-bending tentacles and green vines they sharply protrude from the ground at the ready of my movements.

A shocked look plastures on Donnie's face but it turns into a shit-eating grin. He points his tech bo at Shredder and says smugly while all his tech attacks.

"Eat science!"

I bend tentacles and vines to attack as well, I get in a few food hits but it doesn't seem to phase him. All of Donnie's tech either bounces off or gets smashed upon contact with the armor.

"Sad face emoji" Donnie tears a bit and tries to escape with his battle shell but it's torn to pieces by the Shredder. In a last-ditch effort, he throws a hankie to stun the armor but it works for a few seconds as he shreds it to pieces. But while he was distracted I saw April get the crane ready to attack. So I pin Shredder down and April comes in clutch hitting the armor and sending him flying into metal storage crates. Poor Donnie gets K.O.'d by his tech bo. It only made it angry and chased after the fireworks and soon disappeared again.

"What is taking Leo and Dad so long?" Mikey says exasperated while his kusari-fundo is on fire on top of his head.

"Who knows, Leo probably talked his way into Big Mama's dungeon" Raph retorts.

"Uh guys anybody notice that whole situation," April says while pointing to my vines

"It can't be, Y/N's vines...could it?" Mikey questions

Donnie limps over to them, I wrap a vine around his finger. Taking a couple of calming breaths I imagine what my body looked like from my body shape, my height, hair length, facial structure, and clothes. I transform my water tentacles into a water copy of my form.

"Wow this is so cool," I say excitedly and look over at everyone

"Holy truffle Mac n cheese, Y/N!" Donnie shouts

"I come to you from the grave," I say in a ghost voice

"You're dead, say it ain't so!" Mikey says Sadly as he throws his arms onto me

No, no Mikey I'm not dead. It's kind of hard to explain.....but" I look up and see Donnie hastily taking notes

"Well I guess you can say a part of my soul is outside of my body while it heals, but I can't be too far away from my body so I used my "soul body" to concentrate and use my powers and to create this form you see before you," I say while shrugging NY shoulders

"How can you say that so casually, you've never been able to do this prior. What gives?" Donnie questions

"OK you're gonna think I'm crazy"

"Already do", April says in a joking manner

"You know you love me!" I made a heart sign with my hands and she reciprocated

"Well it's like someone else was talking in my head, like how you hear your voice when you think but someone else was speaking to me instead of telling me what to do"

"What did the voice sound like?" Mikey asks

"I don't know I've never heard it before so I can't place who it may be but strange things have been happening. While I was knocked out my spirit form was able to follow you guys around but at each location, the Shredder appeared I saw two figures in the darkness. They don't seem to be hostile, then again they didn't do much but run away before I could get a good view of them."

Everyone starts to think of their conclusions on who the mysterious figure could be but we decided to pursue the Shredder before he destroys something. Donnie grabs my hand and I hold onto him tightly, even though I'm using a water form it feels like touching jello but solid enough to hold onto stuff but liquid enough to have things go through me if need be.

We find ourselves in an alleyway in the pouring rain. Donnie inputted the coordinates of each location where the Shredder appeared.

"After inputting the coordinates of the XYZ D for Donnie's axis, I've calculated that this is the site of our final resting spot...I mean go, team." Donnie says casually.

A portal opens, and we start to freak out a bit thinking the shredder has decided to pop up here, but out falls Splinter and Leo steps out confidently. He is holding some sort of thorny circular artifact.

"It's about time you got here, we've been getting our buttons kicked since you left us high and dry," Raph says exasperated

"High and dry, come one dudes. When I said you got this I meant that. Look I bet the only reason why you're here is because Donnie inputted coordinates blah blah blah blah. Mikey razed his taze, April finally used her crane license and Raoh is gonna put it all together in a plan to defeat that lead head with this mystic collar. Oh, and Aqua.....wait what Aqua!!

Giving a small wave and smile I walk over to him and giggle.

"Couldn't predict this now huh, I found a new ability of mine. Water formation is pretty cool" I say while dabbing

Leo blushes a bit and stutters out, "Nah, w-what no...I predicted...some of...possibly...maybe... ugh fine you got me. Quickly recovering himself he goes back to his cocky attitude "Nice moves kid, gotta show how you did it sometimes"

Donnie grits his teeth and clenches his tech bo til his hands turn white.

"Sorry a magician never reveals their secrets," I say smugly while winking

Out of nowhere, Shredder appears as feral as ever, and the plan goes into effect, Mikey activates his kusari-fundo to flame up which distracts him, Donnie tosses his handkerchief, Raph tickles Shredder while I hold it down with my tree vines, Leo comes in hot with the collar and attaches it to the armor. A big explosion of neon pinkish purple goes off and the spirit of the armor is sealed in the collar.

Big Mama comes out of the darkness imprisoning the armor.

"Woah, what an epic three days of nonstop fighting" April shouts victorious

Everyone passes out except Master Splinter and me.

I wish I could say it was a pleasure seeing you again, my sassy sugar badger" He whispers the last bit in her ear. Big Mama blushes and I look on in shock, folding my arms and smiling fondly. Splinter pushes the passed-out gang through a manhole and we make our way to the lair. When we arrive I help bandage everyone up and place them in their respective rooms.

"A new ability I see," Splinter says, I shrug a bit but smile nonetheless.

"You've come a long way, I'm so proud" He walks to his room

When I reach the medbay, I sit next to my still-healing body, concentrating my water form splashed to the ground and my spirit goes back into my body. Opening my eyes I groan as I slowly sit up. Walking into my room, I slowly sit on my bed, lying my head on my pillow I hear a crunch of paper. Lifting my head, I reach under the pillow to find a small note.

It read, Want answers? Meet me at Central Park alone tomorrow...

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rise donatello #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie x reader

[crow2222]

I don't know when I've written enough to comfortably start posting the chapters of this fic,

but here's a little snippet of the first chapter under the cut because I just wanna share some of it already

“I’ll be back in the evening, later Ponyboy.”

Sodapop ruffles my hair as he says his goodbyes to me for the evening. I hate how it feels without grease in it, but I haven't had the energy to put it in. That's only if I use Two-bits's tub too, and I don't think I can handle that like Sodapop can.

Soda was grinning at me but his sad eyes were telling me the truth. He’s been working like a dog day and night for the hospital bills. I just wish I could help- if only my limp wasn’t making it so damn annoying to walk.

He walks away from me, going into Two-bit's room; Darry was sleeping there, or at least he's meant to be asleep. If he could get out of bed, I feel like he'd be like those cats scratching at the door that have been left out in the rain, begging to be let in; or in his case, let out. He’s gonna go downright crazy soon from staying in bed, but he has to. Doctor’s orders. He hasn't given himself a proper chance to heal ever since we got out of the hospital. We just about had to tie him down to the bed last night, he kept trying to clean all around Ms Matthews house; it was a bit of a funny sight sure, seeing my big brother on his tippy toes trying to clean the top of a fridge, but his scrunched up, pained face, took all the laughter out of me.

He felt guilty for staying here indefinitely, hell I do too, but I'm taking this gift without a second thought because we sure need it.

But at least Darry got assigned Two-bit’s bed. I had to sleep in Karen’s obnoxiously pink room; being a fourteen year old greaser in a preteen girl’s frilly pink bed was embarrassing, to say the least. I have a feeling there was a slight advantage to our rooms though- aside from the bed sizes, Karen's room didn’t stink like Two-bit’s room, it's no wonder Darry can't fall asleep.

Even if all I did today was walk to the kitchen, make a bologna sandwich and plant my ass on the couch; I sure felt tired.

I settled my head deeper into the dirty couch pillow, it don't smell too good and it was lumpy but it was better than the hospital bed so I hugged it gratefully. My vision goes as I close my eyes, starting to think about why all this had all happened in the first place..

…

I wonder what it’s like in a burning ember..

I stared at my cigarette’s burning, almost glowing end instead of reading the book I had propped wide open in my lap, the words sitting patiently right in front of me. It was some dusty old book I’ve read multiple times- if the bent corners weren't already enough to tell, the scribbles of my thoughts would be. None of that has never stopped me from reading a book before though. If you knew my family, or what side of the town we’re on, you’d know that we don’t have a good flow of money; I just have to make do with what I have.

Unless Darry was in a good mood and let me go out on a trip to the library; I’d pretend the books I’ve had sitting around for years weren't mine, dust never collected on the books in the first place from how often I handle them. Instead, I’d pretend they’re brand new books I’ve bought recently, ignoring the highlights and anecdotes in between the lines I've made myself.

I was smoking peacefully in my room, which wasn’t exactly allowed but the whole gang was away for the day, at least for now. Darry would always send us out when a cigarette was lit, he got that from mom; she’d never let anyone smoke in her lovely home, not even her own husband, said it gave her headaches.

Both of my brothers were working and the rest of the guys were probably out in the town causing trouble like the hoods they are, which was the usual. I can’t lie, I really did hate them a little bit for hanging out without me, but at the same time I know I shouldn’t, seeing how it wasn’t their fault that I got grounded. Well, at least not this time.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #urm the first chapter is 3k and im trying to hard to incorporate things from the book #wip

[touyasdoll]

bye cause imagine touya having to watch his childhood sweetheart and one and only love, marry and have a son with hawks </3 that would be man’s last straw. it came to me in a dream, and i remember a lot more happened but i don’t recall the details but when i tell u i woke up IN TEARS. poor touya has lost everything atp

oh ouch 😭🥺 this hurts, but I do love me some angst and honestly my self ship with Touya includes something similar bc I love to torment him, so I wanna explore this a little. but no he really does deserve the world and I hate that all he ever gets is pain :( so let's fix that while we’re at it sdjasd

warnings: allusions to child abuse & bodily injury, some very complicated emotions, infidelity,angsty

You and Touya fell in love when you were very young. You were his best friend and the only solace that he had in the world, aside from his younger brother. You were the only one who knew what really went on in that house and you wanted to scream it from the rooftops after Touya's accident, but it wouldn't have done you any good. No one would believe you.

They still wouldn't, even now that you were married to the Number 2 hero. He reminds you a lot of Touya, in a way. He'll never be him, but you can't spend your whole life mourning a boy you loved as a child. You're happy, especially now that you have your son, who looks similar to his father in that he has his wings and the markings around his eyes, but those eyes are yours. He has your face too. Touya wants to hate the child, but he can't. Not when he makes you so happy. Not when he looks just like you. He's only a child after all. Children shouldn't bear the burden of an adult's regrets.

He wants to tell you that he survived. He's always wanted to tell you, but he knew it was for the best if he stayed away. He tried to ignore you. Tried and tried to convince himself not to check up on you, but of course he failed. In a world full of social media, it wasn't hard to keep tabs on you. He's always cheered you on from a distance. Shared in your pain from afar. He's been the every step of the way, wishing that he could truly experience life side by side with you, the way that he was supposed to, but he can't. He knows.

Still, he checks in on you. It's even easier now that you're basically famous. Being married to the most popular hero around will do that. He can't open his phone without seeing a picture of you and your happy little family. He should be happy for you, but he isn't. He's too miserable. He's too enraged. It makes him sick.

It hurts.

He's thinking of you when he makes his big reveal and exposes his father for what he truly is. He wonders if you'll see him. He wonders if you'll remember. If you'll even care.

You're sitting at home, playing with your son. It's a normal day until it isn't. Word has only just gotten back to you about how Keigo was horribly wounded by the villain Dabi. You put the tv on to keep your son occupied while you anxiously pace about the house, desperate for more word on your husband.

Then you see Touya's broadcast and your heart stops. It has to be a cruel joke. It can't be real. He's been gone for so long. How did he even survive? Is this actually happening? Is it wrong that you know deep down that you still love him, even now? Even after everything he's done? To innocents? To your husband?

You don't know what it says about you that you seek him out after the smoke has cleared. Maybe you don't want to. Hawks is back at home and you're grateful that he's safe, but you can't believe that he still idolizes Endeavor the way that he does. Even after everything that he's learned and especially considering what he went through as a child. Your head is in turmoil and your heart isn't fairing any better, so you do what you can to track Touya down.

You think that maybe if you can just find him, you can start to make sense of things, but when you finally come face to face with him, it only makes things harder.

He's standing right there. He'd still been watching you and he'd caught on to you trying to track him down, so he let you. Like a fool.

Now the both of you are standing here, staring into the eyes of the one person you never thought that you could live without for the first time in over a decade and everything feels the same, but you're both painfully aware of just how different things are now. You're terrified to speak and petrified by thr thought of letting him slip through your fingers again. You don't know what to say and neither does he, so you don't speak.

You close the distance, slowly at first, but when he takes his first hesitant step forward, you run into his arms and you embrace for what feels like forever, though you know it'll never last long enough.

You finally work up the nerve to say something, so you pull away before you lose it, only to have your breath stolen away when he kisses you.

And to both of your surprise, you kiss him back.

#just vibing 💌

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove's twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn't commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, blood

Previous Chapter

Chapter 20-

You ended up back at Skull Rock, hiding under the large boulders as the bats squawked and flew around in the dark sky above you. They searching the woods for you, but after nearly 10 minutes, they seemed to give up and disappeared and you all sighed with relief.

"Okay, that was close." Robin said as you all slowly stood up and stepped out from under the rock.

"Yeah, too close." Eddie agreed.

You glanced around, your eyes shifting over the tree tops, but the bats were definitely gone. Thank God.

"Oh, s-shit." Steve suddenly said and you spun around just in time to see him stumble sideways into the rock.

"Oh my God." You gasped, rushing to his side and grabbing his shoulders to keep him up right as he leant his back against the rock, steading himself.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He winced, squeezing his eyes closed.

"No, no, no, you're not. Shit, Steve, you're losing a lot of blood." You said, taking in just how much blood was trickling from the bite marks. "Here, sit down before you pass out."

Gently, you eased Steve down to his knees before Robin knelt down beside you.

"So the good news is I'm pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, let me know." She rambled nervously.

"Robin?" Steve asked, opening his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"I kinda wanna punch you."

You snorted softly, "if he's still sarcastic, he's fine." You said, trying to reassure her.

"Here, use this as a makeshift bandage." Nancy said, handing you a piece of material that she ripped from her jumper.

You nodded your thanks and looked down at the long white strip of material before turning back to Steve who met your eyes.

"This is going to hurt." You warned.

He nodded, "just do it."

You waited a second, letting him prepare himself before he lifted his arms out the way and sat up straight on his knees before you wrapped the material firmly around his stomach causing him to stifle a groan.

"I'm sorry." You apologised, lifting your head as he looked down at you with pained eyes before he looked away while you finished securing it around his torso and tying it tightly. "Too tight?"

"No, that's good."

Steve was breathing heavily as you lowered your hands, a little relieved when blood didn't immediately start seeping into the material before he reached out towards you, grabbing your injured arm causing you to hiss.

"How bad is it?" He asked worriedly.

"It's fine. Just a few deep scratches." You answered which wasn't entirely a lie, although without looking at it properly, you didn't actually know how bad it was, but you could feel blood running down your arm under your jacket, so you knew it wasn't great.

"Y/N. Really, how bad?"

"I'll live. We got bigger things to worry about." You responded, turning away from Steve to find Eddie climbing up onto one of the rocks to get a better lock at the surroundings before glancing down at the rest of you.

"So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?"

"Pretty much." Nancy answered before Eddie started to climb down the rock. "Wait, watch out for the vines. It's all a hive mind."

"It's all a what?"

"All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They're, like, one or something. You step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna" Steve explained as he used the rock beside him to slowly stand up.

You quickly grabbed his arm with your good one to steady him, but he seemed to be okay now, but you weren't taking any chances.

"Shit." Eddie muttered, carefully climbing down the rock and voiding the vines wrapped around it.

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people obviously?" Robin asked, trying to wrap her head around it.

"As far as I understand it, yeah." Nancy answered.

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

"Yeah, I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin." Steve commented and well he was right, but they'd have other weapons.

"Maybe so, but they'd have guns and ammo. And I really need more 40 caliber bullets because I'm pretty sure most of the ones in my gun are now water damaged." You responded, but Nancy shook her head.

"Well, we don't have have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom."

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie asked in surprise before glancing over at you and shaking his head. "Does every chick in Hawkins just own a gun?"

"I have a Russian Makarov and a revolver." Nancy answered proudly.

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one." Steve mumbled walking towards the group.

"You almost deserved it."

Uh, no. He didn't almost deserve it. Steve had told you what happened. He didn't almost deserve it, he was protecting Nancy after finding her hurt and in a crazy house alone with Jonathan who had a bunch of weapons. He had been trying to protect her when she pulled that revolver on him and shouted at him to leave.

You wanted to say that to her, but you knew now was not the time for it.

Eddie threw his denim vest at Steve, hitting him in the face, but he managed to catch it, "for your modesty, dude."

Steve nodded his thanks before suddenly the ground below you started to rumble, sending you staggering backwards. Steve quickly grabbed you with one hand, the other hand bracing the two of you against the rock as the world around you shook violently.

He his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly against him so you didn't fall before the ground eventually stopped shaking, but he didn't let go as the two of you stood there, breathing heavily, your hearts beating out of your chest. What the hell was that? Does the Upside Down have earthquakes or something?

Eddie, Robin and Nancy had fallen to the ground, all laying beside each other before slowly getting to their feet once it ended, their wide eyes looking around in panic.

"Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me." Eddie commented and Robin nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, me too."

With that, Steve slipped on Eddie's vest before the group of you began the trek through the woods in the general direction of the Wheeler house to retrieve some guns.

"Eddie. Hey, man. Uh... Listen, I just- I just wanted to say thanks. For saving my ass back there." Steve suddenly said, speeding up a bit to reach the other guy.

You kept walking, glancing behind you to find them now walking side by side before you turned back around, not wanting to get in the middle of their conversation.

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

"Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat. Ozzy Osborne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat's head off onstage-"

"I don't know." Steve said, shaking his head.

"Doesn't matter. It's very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying."

"Thanks."

You smiled softly to yourself listening to them talk.

A few months ago, Steve barely knew who Eddie was and was jealous over your friendship with him and now they were talking and being nice to each other. You liked it.

"Y/N told me you were a good dude. But, Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact." Eddie continued to say.

"Wait, Henderson said that?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Oh, yeah. Shit. Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest. I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, I guess I got a little jealous, Steve. I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine. Still super jealous as hell, by the way."

Steve chuckled softly at that, but you kept walking, your eyes continuously scanning the dead trees around you for any signs of threats, but the woods seemed to be freakishly empty.

"If it makes you feel any better... when I found out you and Y/N were best friends, I, uh, I was kinda jealous of you." Steve admitted causing Eddie to scoff.

"You? Steve Harrington was jealous of me? Wow." He said, in utter surprise. "You know, that's what Y/N and I are, right? Just best friends? If you're still, I don't know, jealous or something, don't be, man. She my best friend and that's it. i wouldn't... I wouldn't try and take her away from you even though that would literally be impossible because well, look at you."

Steve smiled softly, "yeah, thanks, man. That means a lot."

The two of them went silent for a few minutes as you all continued to walk through the woods before Eddie started talking to him again.

"You know, I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh... normal circumstances. Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

"Give yourself a break, man." Steve said, hitting his shoulder gently.

"See. The only reason I came down in here was 'cause of those ladies...." Eddie said, pointing at you, Nancy and Robin. "...came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Hargrove right there, she didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in. Now that is an unambiguous sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen. So, you got nothing to worry about with me, man, because that girl, right there, she loves you more than anything."

You smiled softly at Eddie's words before the ground beneath you started to rumble again causing you to stumble, quickly grabbing hold of the nearest tree to stop yourself from hitting the ground. 

You hissed in pain when you used your good arm to grab the tree without even thinking before quickly switching arms when suddenly you heard Robin shouting out to Nancy who had started to run of

"You good?" Steve asked, him and Eddie jogging over to you and you nodded before the three of you rushed to Robin who was still calling out to Nancy.

Where the hell was she going?

Without wasting any time, you all quickly followed her before she stopped on the outskirts of the woods to find the town of Hawkins in the distance. Red lightening flashed across the sky followed by low rumbles of thunder.

"Come on." Nancy said, leading the way to the town.

Before you knew it, you were walking into the Wheeler house and going straight up stairs to Nancy's bedroom. However, it was quickly discovered that her guns were not there because time was different in the Upside Down. Her bedroom wallpaper was different, she changed it nearly two years ago and her diary's last entry was on November 6th 1983 the day Will Byers went missing, the day the gate opened before you even moved to Hawkins.

"Dustin? Can you hear me, Dustin? Hello?" Steve's voice shouted from downstairs.

Shit, had Steve not followed the rest of of you to Nancy's room?

Quickly, you all rushed back downstairs to find Steve standing in the middle of the main room shouting into thin air at Dustin.

"Maybe he really does have a rabies." Robin commented.

"I hope not. I got bit by those stupid bats too." You mumbled, glancing over at her before you walked over to Steve. "What are you doing?"

"He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like... in the walls or something. Just listen."

You all paused for a second and listened and that's when you heard the kids voice.

"That brings us to the question you first raised. How and why is there a gate at Lover's Lake?" The kids voice echoed through the house.

Holy shit, Steve was right.

"Dustin?!" You all shouted, searching around the house, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Okay, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag." Steve muttered, looking around the empty room.

"Will found a way." Nancy suddenly said, walking back over to you. "He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights."

You watched in confusion as Nancy started to flick the lamb on the table on and off, but the light wouldn't actually turn on. She then walked over to the wall and tried the light switch, but it still wouldn't work.

You looked away from Nancy and scanned the room before the light on the roof above you started to almost... glow with shining particles surrounding it. Okay, that was not normal.

"Uh, guys? You can see this too, right?" You called out, staring up at the light.

They all walked over to you and stared up at the light in confusion before Nancy lifted her hand and ran her fingers through the shining particles. Dustin's voice in the background getting louder, more clearer.

Slowly, you lifted your good arm, waving your fingers through the particles which made the light shine brighter before the others all joined in, making it even more brighter.

"It... kinda tickles." Steve commented from beside you.

"It kinda feels good." Robin added.

"Does anyone know Morse code?" Nancy suddenly asked.

"No." You, Steve and Robin instantly answered.

"Wait, does SOS count?" Eddie asked looking over at her. "Is that good?"

"Yes." You all immediately answered causing Eddie's eyes to widen a little in surprise before he lifted his hand again and started to flash SOS through the lights repeatedly.

It took a few minutes for it to either work or for Dustin to finally notice before he shouted at you guys to go to Nancy's bedroom and look at her bed.

You had absolutely no idea what that meant, but Nancy seemed to understand straight away and you all quickly followed her back upstairs to her bedroom and knelt down beside her mattress and waited.

"Are you guys seeing this?" Dustin's voice faintly echoed in the background just as those same shining light particles appeared above her mattress.

Well, shit, that worked.

Nancy waved her hands over the lights and Dustin's laugh echoed through the room.

"We're not moving it, but we're gonna unplug it. Stand by." Dustin's said a second later the particles lost all their shine. "Try it now."

Nancy hesitated, unsure of what to do exactly before she reached towards the particles which instantly started to light up at her touch before she air spelt the word 'hi' for him.

"That worked!"

"Yes!" You all cheered, relief washing over you all before Nancy spelt the word 'stuck'.

"They're stuck in the Upside Down." Lucas' voice said.

"Uh, you can't get back through Watergate?" Dustin questioned.

Watergate? He named the gate in the lake?

"What the hell's Watergate?" Steve asked in confusion, not catching on.

"Because it's in water and it's a gate." Robin answered.

"Oh, that's cute." Eddie commented sarcastically before Nancy spelt 'guarded'.

"Uh, okay. Watergate's guarded." Dustin said, reading the word. "We think we have a theory that can help with that."

"This kid is a fucking genius." You whispered, before Dustin continued explaining.

"We think Watergate isn't the only gate. That there's a gate at every murder site."

"Does anybody understand what he's talking about?" Nancy asked, glancing around at you all.

"Does he mean that there's a gate at every place Vecna killed someone?" You suggested, but Nancy just shrugged her shoulders before writing a question mark for Dustin who sighed.

"Seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you trust me?"

"Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check." Steve mumbled causing you to roll your eyes.

"It's his tone, right?" Eddie added and you smiled as your boyfriend and best friend bonded over dissing a child together.

"Y/N must be right. How far is your trailer?" Nancy asked, glancing over at Eddie.

"Uh, seven miles."

"Nancy, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven;t you always had bikes?" Robin suddenly asked and within a few minutes, you were all rushing back outside to the Wheelers garage where there were a bunch of bicycles laying around.

You grabbed the nearest bike, the others doing the same before you rode down the street in the direction of the Trailer Park. It had been years since you last rode a bike and your bad arm was really starting to hurt as you did it, but you kept going.

It didn't take long to get to the Trailer Park, Eddie leading the way before he pulled up in front of his trailer and jumped off the bike.

You didn't waste anytime and followed Eddie into the trailer, but you all froze when you saw the large red gate that was stuck to the roof of the trailer. It was directly above where you had seen Chrissy's body laying a few days ago.

Holy shit, Dustin was right.

"Goddamn." Steve commented, staring at the gate above you.

"This is where Chrissy died... like, right where she died." Eddie informed nervously before something started to poke through the gate. "What the hell is that?"

Suddenly, the red seam of the gate burst open and you all jumped back as what looked to be a broom stick handle fell through, hitting all the gunk out the way and opening the gate completely.

Cautiously, you all stepped towards the gate and your jaws dropped when you spotted Dustin, Lucas, Max and Erica standing on the other side, upside down.

"No way." Steve whispered, his eyes widening in shock.

"Hi there." Dustin waved, laughing softly to himself.

"Hi." You all replied, still a little shocked with everything as you stared at the kids.

How the fuck did this even work?. How was any of this even remotely possible?

"Holy shit, this is trippy." Robin said and you nodded in agreement.

"You can say that again."

The kids all quickly to got to work tying up a bunch of Eddie's sheets and grabbing his matrass from his bedroom to help break your fall when you came through the gate. Max and Lucas dumped his bare mattress down directly below the gate... well above the gate for you guys. Man, this was super trippy.

His mattress was bare and covered with various stains causing you to smirk as you glanced over at him and met Eddie's eye.

"Those stains are, uh... I dunno what those stains are." 

"You're as smooth as sandpaper, Munson." You teased, punching his shoulder gently causing him to roll his eyes.

"Not quiet sure how these physics work. But, uh, here goes nothing." Dustin said before throwing one end of the tied up bed sheets through the gate which fell down to the ground by your feet and hung there. It literally hung between the two dimensions. "And my theory is correct. Abracadabra. Alright, pull on it! See if it holds!"

Robin grabbed the makeshift rope and yanked on it with all her strength, but the line didn't even budge. How it was possible, you had no idea, but it worked.

"Guess I'm the guineapig." She said, still holding onto the rope before she started to climb up it.

You watched anxiously as she got higher and higher before she reached the opening of the gate and then fell straight through, landing on the mattress.

"You're up next Eddie." You said, motioning towards the rope.

"See you on the other side, Princess." He said grabbing the rope before hauling himself up and falling through the gate like Robin did. "That. Was fun."

You chuckled softly at his comment before looking between Nancy and Steve to see who would go next because you sure as hell weren't going to. You doubted you could actually pull yourself up that rope with your arm and shoulder how it was.

"See you on the other side." Steve said, repeating Eddies words as he looked over at Nancy.

"On the other side." She nodded, but before she could even reach for the rope her body suddenly froze, her eyes turning white and rolling into the back of her head.

"Nancy!" You shouted, grabbing her shoulders as Steve quickly stepped in front of her.

"Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Nancy!" Steve yelled, shaking her shoulders too, but it was just like Max all over again, she wouldn't move or wake up.

Vecna had cursed Nancy Wheeler. 

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#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #Billy Hargrove #eddie munson #joe keery #joseph quinn #dacre montgomery #Max Mayfield

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 27

A/N: Prays I figured it out and this posts.... If it does, just wanna point out that last lil line cause I eat stuff like that up! Even in my own work :)

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: baby making, so SMUT 18+ Content, Pregnancy talk.

My heart sinks into my stomach as the puck snaps the twine behind Cam Talbot, signaling the end of another Wild season. This one hurts more than the others. I rub at the ache in my chest, looking around at the other dejected family members. Slowly, I sink back into my chair, eyes searching the ice for Kevin. He’s on this side of the rink, bent over on his stick in defeat. The pain in my chest accelerates and I grip my shirt over it. 

Another end to another incredible season without the cup.

The family lounge is silent after the game. Many of the wives with children have already filtered out. Prior to that, tears and sniffling could be heard amongst the group. Lauren and I sit together wordlessly on the couch. The wait is longer than usual, but when Kevin pokes his head in, he waves me towards him without entering further.

“See you soon.” I say to Lauren, knowing there will be an end of the year celebration where we can be together again, one last time, before the off-season.

The off-season. Kevin and I haven’t decided what we are going to do. We have been so caught up in the excitement of the post-season that our European plans have been non-existent. Plus, our house is in the final stages of being completed. We need to move our things there before we can consider leaving the U.S.

I shake my head when I reach him, having no words to soothe the deep frown on his face. His hands slide around my hips then we hug each other fiercely. I sigh, placing my lips against his cheek, noting the cut along his jaw and the slight bruising of his cheek. My lips run gently over the raised flesh, hoping to relieve more pain than just his cut.

“Home.” Is all Kevin says to me as he grabs my hand. We silently move out of the arena. A few of the Wild staff members tap Kevin on the shoulder as we pass them, a silent acknowledgement of another incredible season from him. I hate that it ended this way. I wanted him to have something to show for another career year. He deserved that. 

Maybe next year.

We get in his car and exit the parking garage. Kevin tosses a wave to Gary, the parking attendant, then guides us towards home. I reach for his hand, lacing our fingers together and bringing his hand to my face. I can smell his crisp body wash on his skin. My lips linger on him until he looks over at me. He gives me a minuscule tilt of his lips before his eyes return to the road. Our silence remains until well after we have made it to our walk-in closet. Kevin’s movements to undress are slow at first, then after struggling a bit with his tie, they become angry and harsh.

“For fuck’s sake.” Kevin snaps, tugging harder so that his head thrusts forward. “Just cut this fucking thing off of me.” He turns to me, exasperation folding his eyebrows together.

“I think we can salvage it.” I whisper, gently working the smooth fabric out of the knot he formed. When it’s released and swinging down his chest, he stays still, just staring at me.

“I really thought this was the year.” His voice is soaked in disappointment as he speaks.

“I know.” I respond, reaching up for his non-injured cheek. He leans his face into my touch, then turns his lips to press into my palm. As he pauses there, I reach for the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one of them one-handed. He turns his head and watches my face as I do this.

“I can’t tonight.” He shakes his head at me, feeling the need for him in my touch. “I’ve got nothing left. You deserve better than that.”

“It’s okay.” I nod, continuing to unbutton his shirt. I help him out of his suit jacket then his shirt falls to the floor. I tug his belt apart before working on loosening his pants. They join the rest of his clothes on the carpet. When he’s left in his boxer briefs, I step forward, wrapping my arms around his body and holding myself to his bare warmth. The curly hairs of his chest tickle my nose. His arms tighten around me then I feel his body heave with a relieved sigh. 

“You make everything better, baby.” He murmurs, lips brushing the top of my head with each word. I smile against his skin.

I’m just what the doctor ordered.

_ _ _ 

Maddie Spurgeon is a four year old on a mission. She’s hustling after the big kids who are playing tag in the front yard of her home. The end of the year party is in full swing and the Wild kids are making the most of the bounce house, face artist and dessert bar Danielle has provided for them.

I take a sip of my High Noon, lacing my fingers lazily with Kevin’s as I watch the four year old buzz around the older kids. She’s currently “It” and the big kids aren’t going easy on her. Her little legs pump insistently into the grass, hustling after Dmitry Kulikov’s son who is close to her age. He outmaneuvers her which causes Maddie to trip over her feet and land face first into the grass.

“Ooo.” I wince, watching as she slowly gets up. Her eyes meet mine, her lips begin to tremble and she lets out a wail. “Come here, Mads.” I call to her, handing Kevin my drink and walking through the circle of adults to her. “I know. That looks like it hurt.” She is sobbing by the time we meet. I swoop her up, waving Danielle off where she has her hands full with refills for the food table. I smooth Maddie’s hair down as her mom mouths a "thank you" to me. Fat tears slide down her red cheeks as she sucks in a wavering breath. “Can you show me where it hurts?” I ask her. She immediately points to her knee. It’s red and a little green from the grass, but her skin is still in tact.

“Ouch.” She whimpers to me. 

“Yeah, that isn’t fun, huh?” She shakes her head no.

“I’ve been told big hugs can make things a little better. Should we try?” I walk back over to the group of adults as she squeezes her little body tighter to me. I hug her back tenderly, swaying us as we reach Kevin.

“We have an owie.” I tell him earnestly. “But, I think you’re going to be okay, ya?” I ask Maddie who shakes her head confidently.

“So brave.” Kevin encourages her with a smile. 

“Kev. You gotta put a baby in her.” Natascia Foligno points to me with her beer bottle. “Doesn’t she look good with a baby on her hip?”

“You’ve never looked better, babe.” Kevin smolders at me.

“I think so too!” I say while bouncing the smallest Spurgeon on my hip. The hug has worked and her tears are dried to her cheeks now. “Watch how I multitask.” I point to Kevin then take a sip of the High Noon he gave back to me. “Future mom of the year material.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him so they dance above my sunglasses. Kevin chuckles at me. The rest of the group goes back to their conversations, but my husband’s eyes remain on me. They dance between me and Maddie, drinking me in. I flip my sunglasses up so he can see my eyes.

“What are you doing later tonight?” He asks me as I walk closer to him.

“Hopefully you’re putting a baby in me.” I respond, leaning forward to press our lips together. Kevin’s eyes remains open in surprise during our kiss. Maddie wiggles against my grasp. I set her down, watching as she hustles off to the rest of the kids. “See, all better.” I smile at him. His gaze slides down my body then to the side where the house is.

“You serious?” He asks me, tugging at my fingers. I nod earnestly. “Why wait until tonight? Let’s go now.” He whispers in my ear. 

“No.” I laugh, pushing at his chest. “The team will know and we will never live that down.”

“I’m okay with that.” He shrugs, tightening his grip on my hips. “What if you change your mind before we get home?”

“I won’t. Plus I already pulled the goalie earlier this week.” Kevin pauses with his beer bottle on his lips. “So, if you don’t want to have a baby, you need to bring the goalie.”

“What! Really?” His eyebrows shoot up excitedly. My huge grin is his confirmation. “Yeah. I can’t wait. We gotta go now.”

“No!” I laugh as he pulls me backwards closer to the house. “There are too many people. Patience. Let’s do it right.” I finish with a quiet tone, bringing the sincerity of the moment back to our minds.

“Well, now I’m nervous.” He chuckles, looking away from me at the kids running across the lawn. 

I wonder if he is envisioning ours with them like I am.

He still looks nervous later that night after we arrive home. He tosses his keys and wallet into the bowl by the door. His brown eyes study me as I go to the counter to filter through the mail that came today. There’s a card that looks to be from Switzerland, likely his Grandpa Jan. Jan likes to clip articles from newspapers and magazines that mention Kevin. He usually sends a card with them once a month with sweet notes about how proud he is of Kev. I smile at it, setting it aside for him as he comes to stand next to me.

His hand brushes along the small of my back, reaching for the belt loop on my shorts to pull me tight to him. His fingers slide across my skin in circles as his brown eyes watch me sort the rest of the mail. My green gaze slides to him and I bite my lip. For some reason, this moment feels more intense than I thought it would. Life changing. It isn’t just sex. Now there is an important purpose to the pleasure. 

“You should open that.” I push the card closer to him still. When my eyes meet his, I’m taken aback by how he looks. “Kev.” I whimper as his lips find mine. His tongue instantly flicks into my mouth. We turn together, clinging desperately to one another as our lips move. His hands move from my back to my face, holding me sweetly as our kisses slow. He pulls away from me.

“You still want this?” His voice is thick with desire.

“Yes.” I say without hesitation. “Do you?”

“God, yes. So much, baby.” He grins at me. I smile back, letting out a light laugh.

His hands come to my thighs so he can lift me onto the counter. This is far from the first time I’ve been up here with him between my legs, but it might be the last. The thought makes me pause, reaching for his hands.

“Remember the first time you set me here?” I ask him. 

“Like I could forget. Remember the next morning?” He wonders as he kisses along my thighs. “You came out here all dressed like you were supposed to leave.” My eyes slide shut, laughing and dissolving into the memory of us.

My sock covered feet are silent as I move down the hallway to the open concept living space of Kevin’s apartment. He doesn’t hear or see me coming. He is standing with his back turned to me, in front of a pan on the stove top.

“Fucking A.” I hear him mutter under his breath. The smell of something burning reaches my nose. He’s shirtless and wearing black sweatpants low on his hips. The Calvin Klein band of his underwear peaks out at me, momentarily pulling me back to last night, sliding that band down his hips and thanking the heavens for what was beneath.

The muscles of his broad shoulders flex in movement before he turns towards me. His eyes are watching the pan where I can see the pancake he was attempting to make has burned to a crisp. I purse my lips against the laugh threatening to escape my throat. I must have made a noise though because Kevin flinches as his eyes find me.

“Maybe a little less time for the next one.” My tone is teasing as I try to be casual, leaning against the island between us.

“Probably a lot less time.” He shakes his head, walking to the trash can and throwing the crisp, wonky cake in. “It can only get better from here right?” He jokes with me. His smile dims a bit when he turns to take me in fully. “Oh, do you need to leave?” He asks, gesturing to me being back in my clothes from last night.

“Ah…” I bite my lip and pull it into my mouth, not sure what to say. My eyes dance away from him and rest on the pan.

“Don’t be afraid of my cooking skills. There is always delivery.” His self-deprecating laugh is infectious and mine joins his for a few moments. He walks back over to the stove, setting the pan down before walking around the counter to me. I turn so he can pull me into his body. His lips press gently against mine, a distinct change of pace from the franticness of last night. When he pulls away, his brown eyes study me. 

“I…” I start but trail off. I lick my lips, silently encouraging myself to just be brave. To acknowledge that I’m not sure what this is and that I don’t know what to do with myself in the brightness of the morning after what we did in the dark. “I’m just not sure… ah, I didn’t want to assume that I should stay.”

“I don’t have practice today.” He shrugs his big shoulders at me.

“Yeah, I… Well I know you don't have practice, but I didn’t want to assume you wanted me to stick around.” I add in a casual laugh at the end, like I couldn’t care less about staying or going. His eyebrows jump up in question. “I am not sure what the morning etiquette is. I haven’t had a one night stand before.” I focus my gaze out at the skyline because looking directly at him feels too risky.

Silence coats the room except for the sound of a door closing outside in the hall. Reluctantly, my eyelids flutter back to him. Kevin’s gaze meets mine with a depth of sincerity. His hand comes up, his thumb and pointer finger going to my chin. His fingers lead my face back to him. His lips brush mine affectionately causing my eyes to close. My heart pounds in my chest with the increased pressure of his lips. 

“You still haven’t.” He says simply when he pulls back an inch. “You are not a one night kind of woman.” My green eyes watch him as he presses our lips together. I study every single one of his long lashes as his lips move against me. When his brown orbs appear again, I’m speechless. 

Holy shit, forget just falling for him, I am in love with Kevin Fiala.

His hands come to the sides of my face, fingers wrapping around my neck. He places his lips on each corner of my mouth, then begins trailing kisses along my jaw bone, heading towards the sensitive nook where my cheek meets my neck. My eyelashes flutter with desire as he briefly sucks a slice of my skin between his lips. I tilt my face into his, forehead resting against his temple. He continues on towards my ear, tugging my ear lobe between his teeth. He releases it so he can speak.

“How about you walk back into my bedroom, take all these clothes off, and find something of mine to put on instead? I’ll stay here and keep messing up pancakes.” His breath causes the baby hairs around my hairline to dance with each word. The sensation makes goosebumps break out down my skin in the best way. I swallow and nod my head that I will. “Pick something easy to get off.” He encourages as he steps aside, patting my butt to go back down the hall.

I begin to head back into the bedroom. My fingers come up to my lips as my heart thud-thuds with each step I take. When I’m halfway back to his room, I throw a glance over my shoulder. Kevin is still standing by the counter, brown eyes feasting on me like I’m actually what’s for breakfast.

The same look in his eyes now dissolves the memory of us then.

“You could have left, but the damage was already done. I knew I’d have to make you my wife.” He insists to me. “Seems fitting I put our baby in you right here.” His mouth covers my swollen clit. His suckling intensifies causing my body to throb. I moan as he slides two fingers into me, tongue wiggling my bud just right.

“You’re so good at this.” I sigh, holding his face to me with a firm grip on the back of his neck. “Baby.” I cry to him as I come, inner muscles tugging his fingers deeper into me. 

“I’m addicted to how you taste.” He kisses up my abdomen until he reaches my lips. “Sweet and sexy.” I feel the head of his hard cock slide into me. I’m so wet; I welcome his first thrust easily. Kevin’s shoulders relax in pleasure as he stands back up, tugging my hips off the counter. His hands come under my ass, holding me off the cool stone so he can hit the depth we both want.

I reach up his abdomen to hold his shirt away from where our bodies are connecting. My fingers feel every tightening of his core as he pumps into me. The love in my chest begins to expand like a balloon until I feel like I can’t breathe. He’s so sweet. And gorgeous with a kind, gentle soul. This. This is the man I want to father my children. I’m so grateful we found each other. With a newfound appreciation, I reach my hands down to his lower back to hold him closer to me.

“Stay deep.” I request and he obliges. His thrusts stay whole and consistent. I push my hips down into him with every pump, moaning my delight to him. He smiles at each of my noises.

“How did I get such a perfect wife?” He murmurs as he watches himself slide in and out of me. “So fucking perfect.” My nipples tighten against my shirt. He leans forward again, sucking one through the fabric. The barrier creates a different sensation that has me moaning loudly through my second orgasm. When the last wave has licked at me, he pulls out. His hand shoves my shirt up, exposing my stomach to him. His lips attach to me there, kissing all along the flat surface. “I’m going to be doing a lot of this. Hope you don’t mind.” He chuckles as he grabs my limp body in his arms. His dick strokes against my aroused lips with each stride. When we enter the hall, I reach back under my thigh to stroke him in my hand. 

“Not at all.” I answer him, eyes lowered with lust as he brings us to the bedroom.

“Hands and knees on the bed.” He tells me when my feet hit the carpet. “I think this is the baby making position.” 

“Is it?” I ask, not sure if that’s a thing.

“No clue. I just know you like when I fuck you from behind.” We both laugh and then he pushes into me, ceasing all noises for a moment. 

“Ahh, I don’t like this, I love it.” I say to him when I can speak again. 

His thrusts build a staccato tempo. I curl into the tension building inside of me again. It pushes against my inner walls, stroking a fire deep inside of me with each movement of him. I toss my head back, moaning loudly as my hair dances down my back. Kevin gathers it in his hand, giving it a gentle tug as he fucks me with deep, rapid thrusts, until I’m crashing into the depths of orgasm again.

Kevin follows me, thrusting to the hilt as his dick spills thick ribbons into me. He stays there, breathing jagged and rough, chest heaving. Eventually, his grip on my hips loosens, allowing me to flip onto my back. My breasts bounce as I position myself. Both his hands glide along my thighs to my hips. His thumbs stroke the edges of my stomach as he stares down at my belly button.

“Get to work kids.” He jokes as our gazes meet.

Four weeks later, we are moving into our house in Woodbury with a handful of professional movers. It’s 8 hours of work between moving out of the apartment, cleaning, and getting everything situated in the new house. The sun is beginning to set when everyone has finally left. Kevin and I are on the floor of our new living room, exhausted and slightly dirty. We are both laying on our backs, looking up at the large chandelier hanging above us.

“I hope that’s in the ceiling good.” Kevin jokes with me, reaching for my hand to entwine our fingers together.

“Probably is.” I assume, then let out a yawn. “I’m glad we had them set our bed up. It would suck if we still had to do that.” I slowly sit up, rubbing at my face. “Also, I am sore.”

“Honestly, I am too.” He admits, sitting up with me.

“That makes me feel better.” I smile, reaching for his cheek to pull his lips to mine.

Now is my moment.

“So… in all this craziness, I haven’t been able to tell you yet.” My fingers trail along his jaw line as his eyes open to search mine. His couple days of stubble pokes at the pads on my fingers. “I’m late.” He pauses, taking a moment to consider what I said. When the realization passes across his features, it brings with it a huge grin.

“Do you have a test?” I nod and he stands, pulling me up quickly. “Go, go, go!” He pats insistently at my butt with both his hands, steering me towards the powder room off the main area. I laugh, grabbing my purse from by the door and doing as he requested before returning to the kitchen a few minutes later. I set the test on the counter so we can watch it. We both lean together on our elbows over it, arms brushing against one another comfortingly.

It happens quickly, one line appears and then the second one begins to creep through. When we are sure it’s not a mirage, we both turn to look at each other, mouths agape.

“Holy shit. Babe, that’s two lines.” Kevin whispers to me. I clasp my hand over my mouth too overjoyed to say anything to him. My eyes are burning with hot tears as I start giggling uncontrollably. “Baby!” He yells, picking me up. I throw my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight as tears bleed into his shirt beneath my cheek. The happiness I feel is indescribable. “Oh my god.” He breathes to me, placing his lips against my head. “Are you okay?” I nod because I still can’t speak. “Sam, We’re having a baby.”

After a few more moments of my tearful silence, I pull back to see his face. He places my feet back on the wood floor. His hands wipe at my wet cheeks, brown orbs sparkling as they meet mine. I turn back to the test, picking it up to study it. Yep, there is no doubt about it. The lines are hot pink and persistent. A deliriously happy smile tugs my lips apart. Everything about our lives has changed in the matter of minutes.

“Kev, I’m so happy.” I cry, looking back at his face. 

“Me too, babe.” He chews roughly on his lip as I can see the tears forming in his eyes. We share another amazed laugh and then tangle ourselves in each other. One of his hands comes to the back of my head then the other wraps around my lower back, holding me close to him. I don’t know how long we stay like that with each other, but when we finally separate, both our cheeks are wet with joyful tears.

“I love you.” He tells me, wiping at his face. I place my hands on both sides of his jaw, kissing him fiercely. “This kind of ruins my plans for tonight though.” He murmurs. “I was going to get you good and pregnant before the sun came up.” I laugh, closing my eyes in delight.

“Mission already accomplished.”

We spend the first night in our new home, celebrating our pregnancy with ice cream sandwiches and sparkling water on the kitchen counter. The champagne will have to wait. Then, it’s time for bed. After making love, we settle into each other’s arms, exhausted by the excitement of the day. My husband’s arms tighten me protectively to his bare body with the new knowledge that I’m carrying the most precious thing in our lives.

It’s hard to sleep, but eventually, my lashes flutter shut after the extraordinary thought that a year from now, in this moment, we will already be parents.

#letters in your last name au #Sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

[luckycheesefoodie321]

TUA S2 Rewatch

Elliot sticks a gun up on Five, Diego and Lila. Diego: You wanna take this or should I? Five: No, I got him. Diego *turns to distract Lila*: Hey Lila- Five *deflects the gun*

Yknow what good on you Luther for coming clean. Could’ve gone the easy route and used Viktor’s memory loss to his advantage but apologised straight up and was honest about the terrible things he did

The Swedes are just weirdos and it is kinda sad how it’s just big brother Swede at the end trying to avenge his brothers

“I was alone for 45 years”… it’s still only been like… 2 weeks for Five, and he hasn’t had a moment to breathe

I maintain that Diego vs Reggie is one of the best fights in TUA. But the way Reggie just destroys Diego’s self-esteem once more with one word (even tho he doesn’t know who Diego is) straight after shanking the guy!

Five wanting to protect Viktor from the truth and saying it was an asteroid that caused the 2019 apocalypse (which is technically true)

Klaus having literal trauma mannnnn they all wonder why he has so many vices

Diego getting to meet Grace IRL >•<

Allison tucking in a drunk Klaus

Reginald Hargreeves sucks. Periodt (referring to his encounter with Luther)

“I can handle it” says the guy who burst into tears and stuffed chocolate into his mouth in front of her husband, got pummelled by a big dude during a pit match to avoid his emotional pain, and is currently gorging on scrambled eggs

Diego being bitter and shady about Viktor, but them immediately accepting his apology (partially bc he’s taking his feelings about Lila out on him) “I don’t remember what I did, but I’m sorry…if that means anything” “…it does”

JUST LISTEN TO DIEGO’S LOVE TROUBLES LUTHER

Ok but the epic music behind their reunion was fun

And the fact that even tho Viktor still doesn’t have his memories back, they’re all still so cuddly with each other. THE LIL “HI” FROM VIKTOR AND THE THE LIL KISS KLAUS PUTS ON VIKTOR’S HEAD

Five apologising for messing up the time travel!!!

“Klaus is… doing something weird and pervy but probably related” *Ben makes a semi-agree face*

Five desperately trying to contain his sorrow at finding his siblings dead (for a second time) but these fools are all so caught up in themselves they don’t see how messed up Five’s life and the past two weeks have been

“The healthiest long term relationship this family has had is when Five was banging that mannequin” VIKTOR’S LOOK OF CONFUSION HAHAHAHA

“Oh does this mean I have to face my cult?”

VIKTOR’S LIL HOPS INTO THE GROUP HUG

Ok I spoke too soon. I forgot about Five vs Lila set to Bad Guy. Also a dope fight

Ok but the Swedes losing their first brother and then they got the nerve to set his funeral to Hello in SWEDISH. WHY YOU MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR THEM LIKE THIS

Is Big Brother Swede gonna come back in S3 like Hazel did???

Ok but being a black woman landing in the 60s in Texas??? Scary enough. Add to that she can’t even speak and as someone whose ability relies on her voice and not being able to use it is already rough, but then she can’t even call out for help even without her superpower? Goddamn terrifying… and it’s just personified by those white men who chase after Allison. And those women who don’t know a thing about her but just see a terrified woman immediately jump to her rescue

“I just realised who you sound like” “Who?” “Dad” “Don’t say that” Ben is not immune to the trauma caused by Reggie

HOLD UP BEN WAS 17 WHEN HE DIED. 1989-2019 = 30 years, + 3 for time in Dallas = 33 - 16 = 17?!??? So Justin’s been playing a 17yo this whole time?!!!! Bro I was like maybe he died in his 20s but no that is so young!!

Oh god the way Reggie sweeps in and immediately takes control of the room and they all immediately fall silent and sit even without a word from him. The freaking power this man has over them. Even Five who hasn’t seen or talked to the man for 45 years. The only one who isn’t significantly affected is Klaus and he’s always been irreverent and has had recent interaction with him in the afterlife and Viktor who doesn’t remember him

Just the descent into children in front of their father

Viktor’s little oops after flexing their power

I hear Allison is gonna get some trauma assessment in S3 and the fact she’s been doing some heavy day drinking this season is… set up??

REGINALD HARGREEVES IS A LIL BITCH (in reference to him completely ripping apart Diego’s self esteem)

Luther rips open his shirt “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME” Five: “oh shit. why?”

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE KLAUS SERIOUSLY FOR ONE SECOND ISTG

Funnily enough this whole scene is the reason Reggie doesn’t choose these particular kids and ends up forming the Sparrow Academy

The fact Luther has to drag Klaus out the elevator

So interesting that Five can talk as equals with Reginald as a 58 year old. In turn Reggie treats him quite well.

I feel so bad for Elliot

The murder spree! The fbomb they let Aiden drop XD

My darling Ben WHO IS SIXTEEN being able to prance about the dirt and flowers and the situation quickly turns to sex with a woman who is anywhere between 17 and 25 (tho she’s prolly around 18-21 given she gave up university when she joined Klaus’s cult)

DIEGO AND BEN REUNITING DUDEEEE IT WAS SO CUTE AND YOU CAN TELL BEN IS STILL TECHNICALLY YOUNGER THAN HIM

Five has such love for his family and it makes me sad when none of them recognise that behind his actions. That said the fact that he and Viktor both powered up to fight but then simultaneously powered down to avoid a fight was both sweet but also so fun bc I’m wondering if they’ll pay that off later down the track

Ray is too good for all this Umbrella nonsense. But man Allison is gonna have it rough in the next season since Claire prolly doesn’t exist huh

I know they killed Elliot and I felt sad for Elliott and they were trying to kill Allison and Ray but man being forced to kill your own brother and the guy who plays big brother Swede sold it HARD. Like dude was ready to chop off his hand!!

The Reggie-Grace fall out was sad.

HAHAHAH THE 7 SYMPTOMS OF PARADOX PSYCHOSIS

Luther gently patting away Five’s sweat

Klaus you are so much more than sexy trash bby

Lmao Diego appreciating the Antonio Banderas compliment from Klaus

Diego sending back the fire hose for Klaus to hang onto before he lost consciousness

Klaus getting a shitload of numbers in just a sarong

KLAUS MAKING IT TO THE DOOR AND BEN BEING THE ONE TO GO IN FOR VIKTOR. But also interesting that Ben isn’t totally unaffected by Viktor’s energy waves

IM THE DADDY HERE. Five, please, you’re being unseemly!

they really Second-Death’d my boy Ben!! Sad that this version of Ben is effectively gone. And the fact he’s this teenager trying to desperately help his family

She really just ate that goldfish

Forgot Reggie was an alien

So Ben “grew up” as a ghost. So not technically a teenager like I thought. How much of that was Klaus projecting I wonder. Also Reggie you suck. Blaming your children for Ben’s death

Thinking about Klaus sobering up in preparation to attempt to summon Ben. And he freaking did!

ALL OF THEM PILING INTO THE CAR. AFTER VIKTOR ASKS THEM TO BE WITH HIM BC HE WANTS HIS FAMILY BY HIS SIDE. AND THEM SAYING NO. ONLY TO CHANGE THEIR MIND STRAIGHT AWAY

Diego blinks with Five. “Five, I think I’m gonna puke” “NO TIME”

DIEGO BENDING THE BULLETS. LUTHER WRAPPING HIS ARMS AROUND ALLISON AND KLAUS. And then wrapping tighter when they realise Viktor’s joining the fight!!!

FIVE PUSHING LUTHER OUT OF THE WAY OF THE BRICKS

Man the sequence where Five rewinds time is so cool

The big grin Luther gives Viktor when he takes the…alien powers?? Away from Harlan

Diego and Viktor sitting together

HAHAHA BIG BROTHER SWEDE JOINED DESTINY’S CHILDREN

EMO BEN!!!!

#the umbrella academy #TUA s2 #rewatch #long post #TUA s2 rewatch #Viktor hargreeves #Luther hargreeves #Allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #Ben hargreeves #Elliot page #Tom hopper #emmy raver lampman #david castañeda #robert sheehan #aiden gallagher #Justin h min #tv show

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Hello miss Owl, with the messed up things happening in the dinluke tag, can I ask for fluffy dinluke headcanons? pretty please

Oh hi! I'm sorry things are getting a bit rough. But I am happy to provide! I haven't done these in a bit (and to others who are waiting for their own responses, I promise they are coming!)

Let's see...some of these may be repeats but hopefully some things are new!

-Din used to be very indifferent to sweets. Luke is a sweet-a-holic. Guess who now is munching on cookies at 3AM with his husband, chatting about needing to get the nutty kind next and how to best hide them from an always-starving, Force-sensitive toddler. You'd think Luke, with his Force, would somehow find the best hiding spots for the snacks; nope. It's Din. When Din and Luke wanna ensure they can hide away in a cupboard to munch on space m&ms, Din is the one who can keep them safe.

-Both Din and Luke have some insecurities and doubts about being a parent. They worry their mistakes will negatively affect Grogu. But both will always talk each other out of it and go over it in detail to help the other feel better and understand what happened and that they are different people now who has learned a lot.

-Luke learns to clean Din's armor. The three of them will sit around, sometimes chatting and sometimes in comfortable silence, as they polish and tend to the Beskar armor.

-Paz and Boba are the vodka-aunts. They come over often to cause mayhem and trouble. At first, Din was not very involved. Some part was he was shy some part was that he didn't really know how to cut loose and enjoy being goofy. His make-shift family really helps him open up.

-Boba once tried to make Luke jealous by smooching up against Din. Luke just grinned and said, "That's hot." But he also said he is up for fighting for Din's hand at any time. Boba and Paz loved this and offered to spar any time as well. Din was an uncomfortable blushing mess.

-When Din and Luke meet, both are potentially in really sharp shape. As time goes on and they find themselves becoming more comfortable with each other and their less dangerous/hectic lives they start to live a bit and soften up. both are healthy warriors but neither have a six pack (if they ever did). They still have muscles in their arms, shoulders, back, and legs...but are getting a bit squishy in the tummy and both find they are very happy with this.

-Din is ticklish. He'd forgotten about it after the loss of his parents. Now his son and husband have discovered it and are not about to let it go. Poor guy gets tackled often to get dragged into a tickle fight that leaves him laughing hard.

-To not be pure "cutesy" because we are all humans and have bodily functions...Luke farts first. no doubt in my mind. With how he is raised? Being in the rebellion? All his near-death? Dude doesn't care. He may feel slightly embarrassed the first time but then is just, "There is no way Din, who I know has gone a week or two without showering to conserve water on his old ship is going to care." It leaves them both laughing

-Luke is also so the kind who would get "Din's first fart cake". Din will try to smash Luke's face in it, much to Luke's enjoyment.

-A favorite HC of mine is that due to them being so close (twiiiiins) and powerful and Luke being a hella empath...when Leia gets the period, Luke feels it. He suffers from it. He is holding his stomach, sending mental images to his sister across the galaxy also suffering that he wished she was a boy. She just sends him a mental version of the middle-finger back. Din takes care of him with that and helps soothe his pain.

-Neither like tea (Obi-Wan is rolling in his non-existent grave) but Luke loves to grow the stuff to make it. He's trying to find a brew they like so that Din would stop sucking down caf and Luke would stop gulping down hot chocolate. it is a process they are loving to do together...even if they always spit out what they make almost instantly.

-They switch being big spoon and little spoon. But Luke loves being the big spoon. Din has heard him making the "bzzzzz" noises, pretending to be a jetpack before. He has yet to call him out on it.

#dinluke #fluff #floof #owl inbox

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@normaltothemax: ♬♬ — SONGS I LOVE

a pain that i'm used to - depeche mode! i am a HUGE depeche mode fan, they're one of my top ten bands, and this one is so much fun to sing! the dynamic shifts between the sirens and the verses + the low steady vocals both give off a very ominous, hypnotic vibe that i think fits constantine's aura of both overwhelming danger and magnetism. the lyrics also sit in a very late-hellblazer place for me, when he's exhausted and angry and just drifting aimlessly on the synchronicity highway from one catastrophe to the next without being able to really feel anything other than apathy towards the fact that he's going to have to solve somebody else's problem. he very much loses himself after his sister dies; he finds a pain that he's used to in direct, seething hate with his name stamped on the label, not oblique calls to destiny that may or may not end in tears, and late hellblazer has him almost craving someone to despise him, just so he knows where he stands.

i'm not sure what i'm looking for anymore / i just know that I'm harder to console / i don't see who i'm trying to be instead of me / but the key is a question of control

also, the song speaks to the fact that a lot of the shit he pulls and the emotions he shows are truly who he is, not always just a con; he wears masks on masks, but there's a lot fewer there than people think. at his core, constantine is driven by deep compassion and burning empathy, he just has to conceal it a lot in order to protect the people he cares about:

i can't conceal what i feel, what i know is real / no mistaking the faking, i care

welcome to the family - avenged sevenfold! this song has been my baby since i wrote gabriel in the supernatural fandom back in middle school lmao, it's my personal patron saint of lost souls and rebellious sons. unlike with gabriel, though, i like to think of this song as the wall that constantine is always shoving against, the manifestation of his opposition: "it seems there's no one to call," "you can't win this fight," these are the fleeting moments of despair before he buckles down, battens down all the vulnerable places, hammers back the doubts, and gets to fucking work. this song is his subconscious wailing at him while he steadfastly ignores it and pushes through, never mind the burnout that will be waiting for him on the other side, never mind how much it costs him. this is what's left of his dad whispering in his ear, his inner monologue, the person he's afraid he'll one day become, and it's an unavoidable part of his subconscious that he has to drag himself past every day of his life.

i see you're a king who's been dethroned / cast out in a world you've never know / stand down, place your weapon by your side / it's our war in the end, we'll surely lose but that's alright / so have you figured it out now, so have you figured it out?

+ 2 songs: for lucy, werewolf heart - dead man's bones has such a kid antichrist vibe to me, and even the title alone makes me think of how his powers manifest at night and kind of lock him away, like a miniature werewolf transformation, and how arthur and john are scrambling to find solutions for him so he doesn't have to become something he doesn't want to be.

'cause if the full moon comes, our love is done / so forever, towards dawn, we run

and for jake, fight - the dirty youth feels like the cage match energy constantine would bet money on. it has the vibe of someone who's kind of bound up in fate to be a brawler, to take the hits that other people won't, until the closest thing you know to a release is that angry energy, which feels very jake to me.

don't wanna go there, i've had a late night / i'm feeling nauseous, chemicals enter my brain / i'm a control freak, an internet geek / i get these cravings, to get out and escape you know that it's fate, and now you can't see / you lose your conscience, and break the silence / the script is written, it's complicated / oh, something's about to erupt

#normaltothemax #( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.