#he probably didn't listen to them either i won't lie to you

[riality-check]

tw for mentions of substance abuse (part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7)

ao3

Steve Harrington has been awake for fifty four hours. With luck, he'll be able to eke out another eighteen. Three days seems to be the sweet spot, even if he only makes it there half the time and, of that half, it only works half the time.

It's better than nothing.

Maybe four days is the sweet spot. Ninety six is close to one hundred, and that seems like a good omen.

Omens don't really matter though. What matters is staying awake.

So, Steve chugs his coffee and walks into the conference room. Coffee isn't enough, not nearly, but it'll do until he gets desperate enough to take something.

He really does try to only take them when he's desperate. It's easier that way, to just do it when he feels like he needs to rather than measuring dosages and remembering times. Hours start to blur around hour forty of being awake.

He walks in, sits down in the chair closest to the door, and is met with a withering glare from Eddie Munson.

Listen. Steve isn't happy about this either, but at least he doesn't look like he stepped in dog shit on the way here. Then again, Steve doesn't have the luxury of ever looking truly unhappy.

Eddie is a rock star. Mean is part of his brand, while mean is the antithesis to Steve's.

Whatever.

"Are you kidding me?" Eddie says, still staring at him, but Steve knows he's not who he's asking.

"He's the best person for the job," Chrissy, Eddie's manager, says.

"We don't need him."

Someone taps Steve's left shoulder. He turns to see Jeff, the lead singer of Corroded Coffin, give him a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you, Steve," he says, and Steve shakes his proffered hand.

"Happy to help," he says, and it's only half a lie.

The drummer and the bassist - Steve would probably be able to remember their names if he wasn't so exhausted - wave their hellos from a few seats away.

"Hi, Steve," Chrissy says.

He takes another swig of his coffee and gives her a little wave in response.

"We don't need a pop singer to write lyrics for us," Eddie says, still not letting this go.

"Yes, you do," Steve says. He sets his coffee cup down on the table and opens the folder he brought with him. "I read through the lyrics of every one of your songs."

"You didn't even listen to them?"

"Would have taken too much time."

That's a lie. Listening, even with the lengthy guitar solos, probably would have taken less time. But Steve needs something to fill the hours when he's supposed to be asleep, and reading, that slow process with its ample, awakening frustration, is the perfect thing.

"You became so much less interesting after your first album," he says. "Every one of your songs talks about the same thing. Conquering evil, killing demons, blah blah blah."

"That's what's in right now," Eddie snaps.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve catches the drummer and Chrissy make the same motion. They pinch the bridges of their noses, clearly frustrated.

Steve sees why Chrissy wanted to talk to him.

"It is," he concedes. "But I also read the lyrics of every song by the bands with top ten hits. They don't talk about it nearly as much. They sing about other stuff. And they don't use an F major chord in every one of their songs."

"We don't-"

"We kinda do, Eddie," the bassist pipes up. "I'm a little sick of playing F."

Eddie takes a breath. Steve takes the opportunity to take a pill.

He found a way to make it less obvious for people who have something to say about it. Steve will take one from his pocket, yawn, cover his mouth, and swallow it dry. Easy peasy. They don't notice, he doesn't have to deal with people who don't get it making comments.

Except when he does, this time, Eddie narrows his eyes. Like he knows what he's doing.

Steve doesn't like that look.

"Have you read my stuff?" He won't ask if Eddie has listened to any of it. He knows the answer is no, if he keeps bringing up genre like that really means anything.

Eddie doesn't respond. He keeps those narrowed eyes trained on Steve and stays silent.

"Didn't think so," he says, and he slides over the thick stack of papers Robin stapled together for him last night. "Here's everything. Read it. Tell me if you like it. I'm only helping you if you give a shit. This goes two ways, and I don't want to waste my time if you think I'm wasting yours."

Eddie doesn't take the stack, but the drummer, sitting next to him, tugs them closer. "Thanks."

"Let me know tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Jeff says, eyebrows raised.

Steve forgets that most people don't actually take advantage of their twenty four hours.

"End of the week," he says instead, and he relaxes when Jeff does.

The drummer starts flipping through the pages while the bassist looks over his shoulder.

"Need anything else from me?" Steve asks Chrissy.

"I don't think so," she says. "I'll call you back to set up a time for Saturday."

He's amazed by the fact that someone as sweet as her works with someone as pretentious as Eddie.

"Sounds good," he says, and he walks out, trying to ignore the feeling of Eddie's eyes on him as he goes through the door.

It only halfway works.

The pill should kick in soon, within a half hour, maybe shorter because of the coffee. Maybe he'll write something. Maybe he'll work on the piano melody he's been tinkering with for the past week. Maybe he'll read the latest book Robin picked up from the library, something interesting enough to be worth the frustration of the moving letters, something that will still fill the time.

He'll make it to seventy two hours. Then he'll crash because his body is a worthless piece of shit, and he hopes this is the half of the time when he doesn't have any goddamn nightmares.

Maybe he should pop another pill, just in case.

#ria writes #tw drugs #tw substance abuse #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #corroded coffin #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steddie #steddie ficlet #can you tell i just finished daisy jones and the six? #anyway it gave me worms #so enjoy #pop star steve harrington #rock star eddie munson #dja au

[dark-frosted-heart]

Can't Leave the Room Because I Want to XXX With You - Keith Howell (Both POVs)

This is Keith's story from Yves' Proposition of Love route release event

Keith's POV in green

Nsfw. Alter!Keith's his own warning.

As usual, can't guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Lately, Prince Keith had been pretty busy with his official duties. Both nice Prince Keith and mean Prince Keith weathered the storm before finally welcoming a day off.

When was the last time I spent a day off with Emma? It's been so long that I have to think about it.

Emma: Prince Keith, I've prepared some delicious tea and galettes for you today. If you'd like, we can have a tea party in the conservatory. Ah, you're probably tired though. It won't take too long!

(Hey, Emma)

(I doubt it)

(I enthusiastically held a tea party to help ease his fatigue, but...)

The door of the conservatory rattled as I tried to open it, but it didn't budge.

Emma: We...we can't be locked in, can we?

Alter!Keith: We're locked in.

Emma: Now way...what do we do.

Alter!Keith: What're you panicking for? It's fine, we can just wait for it to open.

Emma: But it's been a while since you had a day off. I thought it would be better to go back to your room and rest after this.

(That's why I ended the tea party early...)

Alter!Keith: We shouldn't waste time, right? It's been a while since either of use got to spend a day off with you. So let's make this worth your while.

Emma: W-what do you mean...?

Alter!Keith: Don't you know?

When I let go of the door and turned around, Prince Keith's handsome face drew closer. I realized what he meant when he pressed me against the wall of the conservatory and sealed my lips with his.

After the tea party - while Emma was confused about why the door wouldn't open, I captured her lips. Emma seemed to understand what I "wanted" as I pressed her against the glass while I continued my assault on her lips.

Emma: Th-this...is the conservatory.

Alter!Keith: You never know who'll come.

(That's a lie)

I already kicked everyone out. No one's coming to the conservatory.

(I was planning on locking you up and messing with you from the very beginning)

(Didn't look like you wanted to spend time with me)

Prince Keith unapologetically unbuttoned my blouse. Her eyes widen as if asking if I was crazy.

Alter!Keith: Not to mention it's all glass, so they can see everything from the outside.

Emma: Don't!

Alter!Keith: Nope.

Emma: Ah...

I turned around to resist, but Prince Keith didn't care and started to grope my breasts through my underwear.

The view from the other side of the glass must've been pretty lewd.

(If anyone but me sees you like this, I'll erase them.)

(Even though someone outside might see...!)

Fortunately there was no sign of anyone, but the thought of being seen sent chills down my spine. Meanwhile, my body responded to being played with by familiar hands even when I said that I didn't want to... I felt an ache in the pit of my belly as he pinched the tips of my breasts.

When I pinched the tips, whose outlines were clearly showing through her underwear, Emma let out an erotic sigh.

Keith: Looks like you're expecting something even though you say you don't like it.

Emma: You're wrong...

Keith: And what am I wrong about?

Emma: Eep...

His tongue surprised me by lapping at my ear. If I lick her ear and play with her breasts, her moans become more intense. As he continued to massage my breasts and assault my ear, I found myself filled with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that pushed away any sense of shame. When I purposely made a slurping sound, Emma turned around and clung to me. When I finally gave in and turned to Prince Keith, a wicked laugh vibrated my eardrums.

(Your face's red)

Alter!Keith: Cu~te.

Emma: Prince Keith!

Alter!Keith: Want more?

Emma: The opposite...yeah

Alter!Keith: You sure?

When he nudges his knee between my legs, a lewd, wet sound is heard. I'm almost brought to tears.

(I'm so embarrassed. My body's not listening to me at all)

(I considered holding back, but "it feels good" is written all over her face)

(You're in trouble)

Alter!Keith: If it were him, he'd stop by now. Too bad it's me here. I'll fulfill up to your expectations.

Emma: Wait-

I strip everything off of Emma and press her against the glass again. When I slid my fingers in, there was no resistance.

Alter!Keith: Look, your body's begging for more.

Emma shakes her head as if unable to say anything.

(Don't lie. You want me badly)

I thrusted my fingers and with a shudder, something thick and wet trickled down her legs and to the ground.

Emma: Prince Keith...

Alter!Keith: More?

When I asked the same question again, Emma hesitated before giving a small nod.

(Good. Want more of me)

(Don't distance yourself with something weird like "don't you want to rest?")

I have Emma place her hands against the glass as I take her from behind.

I grabbed her waist and thrusted hard, drawing out more moans and wet noises.

Emma: Nghaa...Aaah...

(For me, nothing's beats spending time with you)

(You should know that, Emma)

~~ some time passes ~~

Emma: Prince Keith, you...I can't...

Alter!Keith: What, I made you feel good didn't I?

As the ache in my belly finally subsides while I grumble in shame, Prince Keith smiles and lets me put the clothes he stripped off back on. Emma's face is still red and angry.

(You're so cute when you're mad too)

(I'm still wet between my legs...He's put me through so many embarrassing things that the sky's already changed colors...)

Alter!Keith: And no one showed up.

Emma: That's just hindsight. I was on edge.

Alter!Keith: Oh, even after being ravaged.

Emma: Please don't say that again...

Alter!Keith: Sure. Well, let's go back.

Emma: Huh? We can't go back because the door's locked...

Prince Keith inserted the key he took out from his pocket into the lock and the conservatory's door opened immediately.

Emma, not expecting me to be behind this, looked stunned.

Emma: ...

Alter!Keith: It was all planned, you know? I ordered everyone to stay out so there was no way anyone would've seen you. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my day off.

(That means this was Prince Keith's evil plan from the start?!)

Emma: Why...

Alter!Keith: I wanted to spend as much time with you on my day off as possible

Emma: !

Alter!Keith: You don't need to worry too much about me getting some early rest.

When I understood the reason behind his meanness, I forgot about my anger and ended up smiling.

(You're so sweet. If you understand my intentions, then you'll give me the day off I want next time, right?)

(I want to be with you for as long as I can - You'll need to learn that there's nothing more that I want, Emma.)

(If spending time with me is what makes your day off valuable, then-)

Emma: Then don't hold back anymore.

Alter!Keith: Don't forget what you just said, alright?

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri summary #ikepri translations #keith howell #ikepri Keith

[silvermistcosmos]

▬▬ enhypen's reaction to their s/o calling them while their parents are fighting

PAIRING. enhypen x reader

GENRE. angst, little fluff // reaction

WARNINGS. readers parents argue all the time, mentions of things breaking due to said argument

WC. 2400+

A/N. sorry if it seems kind of repetitive. coming up with 7 different scenarios for the same topic is kind of difficult so i'm sure some things are repeated, but i really wanted to post today!

# Heeseung

You plopped onto your bed, throwing your head on your pillow face down. You pulled the pillow to both of your ears to try and block out the screaming that was just outside your door, but it was all in vain.

You groaned as you grabbed your headphones from your nightstand and pulled your phone out to call your boyfriend.

Right when Heeseung picked up his phone, he heard your parents in the background and he knew exactly why you were calling, "Are you parents fighting again?" He asked even though he already knew the answer and you hummed over the speaker.

"What about this time? Who has to do the laundry?" He joked and you laughed.

"No this time it's about how dinner was cold before dad got home." You rolled your eyes and you knew he couldn't see he, but he could probably imagine your face.

He sighed, his tone becoming a little more serious, "Are you doing alright?"

You bit your lip, "As good as I can be. By now I'm used to this, but it just sucks that they're always fighting."

"I know it is...How about tomorrow we go out to eat and get some boba or something to kind of destress. You can talk to me about all your worries, hm?"

"I can't do that. I know your schedule is packed." You replied. However much you wanted to accept, you didn't want to take from his practice time.

"I can always make time for you. I'll just practice extra hard tomorrow so I can leave work a little early. Don't worry, I can skip a couple hours of practice."

"If you're sure...I would really love to see you."

# Jay

You winced when your parents suddenly raised their voices. You laid on your bed, listening to their argument. You thought that you should know the flaws in their relationship so that you don't repeat it...because you are their daughter. This wouldn't pass down genetically, right? Either way, you were determined to not be like them, but it really scared you. What if one day, you start fighting with your boyfriend, Jay like the way they were fighting now? What if your marriage would break because of it?

Not really thinking, you called Jay so you could let things off your chest. The moment he picked up, you didn't let him speak, "Jay...we won't fight like the way my parents do, right?"

"What?" He asked, slightly confused over the sudden question.

"I mean, in the future if we get married, we will handle our disagreements civilly, right?" You asked in a clearer way, waiting for his answer.

"You're scared we are going to have a bad marriage like your parents, right?"

"I've just been thinking a lot...what if my parents passed down to me their flaws that make them have such awful fights and a bad marriage? And-"

"Love, that's impossible. Even if they passed down those flaws to you, it's how you handle those flaws that can make or break you. If you see those flaws within yourself, you don't have to be like them and not improve on them. I know you, you will be an amazing wife. And I'm not going to lie and tell you that we aren't going to fight because the truth of the matter is we will. There's probably going to be days that we don't want to see or talk to each other and there's probably going to be slamming of doors, but we love each other and we have the mindset that we will try to fix it no matter what and I can't say that your parents have that. So in short, no, we will not be like them when we get married and I can promise you that."

Your eyes watered as you sniffed, "Jay, I love you so much. I can't wait to marry you."

"I love you too. Don't worry about these things, okay?"

#Jake

You leaned against your door, resting your head on it with your eyes closed. A couple tears trickled down your cheeks and you groaned at yourself for being sensitive. Every time you heard their voice raising, you would jump a little. You thought you should be used to this by now, but hearing chairs being swung on the ground and your mother's yelling along with the sound of her hitting your dad's chest made you feel so helpless.

Feeling the only way to calm you down was your boyfriend, Jake's voice, you picked up your phone to call him. Though hesitant to tell him what was happening, you pressed his name and it began to ring.

You and Jake hadn't dated for too long so you never really told him about your family's problems especially the one that was ripping your family apart.

"Hello?"

"Hey...What's up?" You asked, not really knowing what to say, but there was a sudden crash right behind you where your parents were.

"Wait, what was that? Are you okay?" Jake questioned, suddenly alarmed.

"Yeah...it's my parents." You sighed, "Are you free to talk?"

"Yeah, of course!"

You explained to him about all that was happening with your family. Once you started telling him, for some reason you couldn't stop and in the end you busted out into tears. You felt bad for letting everything out in front of him, but it felt so good to get it all off your chest.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that...I just told you everything and I-I really didn't mean to."

"What? There's no need to apologize for anything. I want to be there for you." He sympathized.

"I know...It's just, I know we haven't dated for long and I feel like maybe you weren't prepared for all this."

"Hey now, we haven't dated for long, sure, but this is a big part of your life and if we're going to be a big part in each other's lives then I think think this is a good step. I'm really happy you told me." He stopped himself, "Wait, I didn't mean I'm happy this is happening to you, I just mean that I'm happy that you thought to call me and was comfortable enough to tell me. I want to help you through this."

You laughed, "I know what you mean." You paused and there was silence on the phone for a few seconds, "Thank you, Jake...Thanks for listening to me."

"I'll always listen."

# Sunghoon

You turned your head away from the scene, embarrassed. Right in front of all your family, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, your parents began to argue. One of the nasty arguments. All because you asked a question and it started something between them.

You shook your head as tears made it's way to your eyes. You put down your napkin and left the dinner table while everyone else tried to focus on their meal instead of the increasing volume of your parents.

You sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the cabinets, thinking about your life and how messed up it was. You automatically went to your phone and pressed Sunghoon's contact to call him. If you were ever feeling down, Sunghoon told you to call him no matter what or when and most of the time you didn't do that because you didn't want to bother him, but you really needed him.

"Hi my darling, how are you?" You could sense his smile through the phone and you felt bad since you felt like you were about to ruin his mood.

"Ah, well, I'm sitting on the ground in the bathroom at a family reunion because my parents couldn't save their arguing for later when we were back home." You spat, sounding a little more annoyed than you meant to.

"Oh...I'm so sorry, Y/n. Do you want me to come pick you up? Just send me the address."

"No, it's okay, really...I'm not going to have you do that, but thank you. It really means a lot." You let out a deep breath, "I honestly just wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh, does my handsome voice make you feel better? Should I send pictures too?" He teased and you smiled. He is and always will be a tease.

"Could you sing for me?"

You heard him laugh nervously on the other end, "Sing?"

"You don't have to." You assured. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. You knew he was a little embarrassed to sing.

"No no, it's okay. I'll sing." He started off a little nervous, but slowly began to feel a lot more comfortable. If this helped you, he was going to make sure he did whatever it took to take your mind off of what was happening.

And it really did.

# Sunoo

Your breath caught in your throat and you coughed to be able to get some air. Your hands formed into fists, your nails digging into your palm, but you hardly noticed. It was hard to notice a small thing like that when just outside your door, glass was being shattered and loud voices echoed through the house. The voices were your parents arguing over something so stupid that if you weren't in the state you were in, you would probably laugh at.

You held your phone with shaky hands, dialing in your boyfriend's number because he was the only one that could calm you down right now.

Almost immediately he picked up and greeted you with his cheerful voice as always, "Hi my love, how are you doing, beautiful?" You couldn't help but give a small smile. Just his voice alone made you feel a little better.

"Sunoo," you started, cursing your hoarse voice.

His demeanor changed instantly and he began asking you a bunch of questions, "Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"I'm okay...it's just that my parents are fighting again."

"Oh..." Sunoo's breath fanned over speaker, "Do you want to listen to music with me? Get your earphones and just blast it. Alright?"

"Ok..." You put your earphones in your ears and turned the volume all the way up and listened to music with Sunoo for hours until you finally fell asleep, temporarily forgetting about the mess out there.

# Jungwon

You gasped and your head sprung up from your pillow when you heard a loud crash from outside your room. You looked around your room then at the clock beside you. It was 2 in the morning and your parents were at it. Again.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. Just as you were about to put in some earphones, you got a text from Jungwon.

'You're probably sleeping already, but I wanted to say goodnight.'

You smiled at your text and decided to give him a call. Just to say goodnight. You could use a little bit of his leader wisdom.

"Hey cutie, what are you doing awake? It's 2 in the morning!" Jungwon answered the phone.

"My parents are out there arguing so it woke me up. No surprise though. I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Are you going to be able to sleep with the ruckus?"

"Honestly? Probably not, but it'll be okay. They'll have to stop eventually." You shrugged, knowing full well it probably won't stop for a long while.

"How about we go for a little walk?" He suggested, "We haven't been able to go for a night walk in a long time and I really want to see you. I could really use one of your famous hugs! And I don't want to go to sleep knowing you're listening to your parent's argue. I wouldn't sleep well."

"Yeah, that sounds really nice. I feel wide awake now anyways and I miss you."

"Okay, then meet me at the usual spot in 10 minutes. Oh, and remember to bring a scarf, hat, gloves, and big coat. It's really cold out and I don't want you getting sick." Jungwon of course had to add his little father like comments. You thought it was adorable.

And so you snuck out your window like you've done so many times before and stayed out with Jungwon till dawn, maybe falling asleep together at the park's bench.

# Niki

You sat at the desk in your room, your head resting on your arms that laid on the desk. You were just thinking. You had been thinking for a couple hours now actually while your parents were out there arguing over, well, you.

Anything you did always ended up with a fight between them because they both wanted you to do different things and couldn't agree on anything it seemed like. You sniffled, wiping your eyes with the paw of your sweater. You didn't know what to do. If they got a divorce, you knew it would end with a big legal battle about you and you'd probably have to pick which parent you wanted to go with and it would just be a big mess. You just wanted it all to stop.

You decided to distract yourself by calling Niki. He was always great at cheering you up. He didn't even need to try, he was just always your happy pill.

After a couple rings, he picked up, "Hi Niki, what are you doing?" You asked, hoping he wasn't busy.

"In the middle of playing a game with Heeseung." He replied, obviously concentrating on the game.

"Oh...it's okay, this can wait." Your voice began to go quaky again and you cursed it in your head. You really didn't want to bother him if he was busy.

"No no, that doesn't sound like it can wait. What's wrong, y/n?" Niki asked, his full focus on you now.

"It's nothing big...it's just that my parents are fighting again." you bit your lip, "I can handle it on my own...I just didn't feel like it today." You admitted.

"And you don't have to handle it alone. Y/n, you have me so that you don't have to do anything alone anymore. I'm with you, good times and bad. It's okay to lean on me."

"Aw Niki." You let out a small cry, "I just don't know what to do. I'm so lost."

"And we are going to figure that out together, okay? I'll be at your house in 15. We'll talk...a lot. And I'll bring one of my hoodies, okay?"

"Will you bring one that smells like you?" You asked, no shame in your voice.

"I'll give you the one I'm wearing now." He promised, "I'm on my way now. We are going to take care of this situation together. We may not have an answer today, but trust me, we will."

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Things are out of whack. So I'm writing ☺(smol-ey = smol smiley). This song has been on 100% repeat for the last several hours of my life and heavily inspired what is below. This is only Part I and I don't know how many there will be. But I've taken quite a few notes on it. I would just say be ready for more.

SFW ::: C/W ::: A-n-g-s-t & language. (aged up) ProHero!Katsuki x F!reader, things didn't turn out like either of them thought and they're doing their best to move on. But can they? Do they really even want to?

WC ::: Just under 700

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

He called you at 8:04 that morning. And while you didn't answer, you did do him the courtesy of listening to his voicemail.

Katsuki's voice was gruff and rough around all of the edges. He didn't like that you probably looked at the phone when it began to ring and you either flipped it over or pushed the volume button to silence the ringtone that you two had so sweetly picked out together when you first got together 3 1/2 years ago.

The sound took you back to that time when everything was new and fun and so simple that you thought it would be like that forever. But you were harshly reminded that if things don't change, they will most likely die. It would take a miracle to figure out where, along the way, did you both change so much that you couldn't live together anymore.

"Oi, I know you're sitting there looking at your phone, listening to that fuckin' stupid little song we picked out on our 11th date. Yeah, course I remember. Anyway, uh, whatever. I mean, you needa come by and get the rest of your stuff outta here. I -” You heard a muffled sound as he tucked the phone away and yelled at someone. “- hold the fuck on, can you not see that I'm on the fuckin' phone? Jesus. Uh, um, oh. Get the rest of your shi- uh, stuff today. P-please. I'm off today and won't be home between 9 this morning to about 6 or 7 tomorrow morning. That should give you more than enough time to get everything. Ok? O-ok. Leave your ... key, too, I s'pose. Well, that's it. I lo- fuck! Bye, y/n."

The tears welled up in your eyes like they had everyday this week. As soon as you opened them to take in the empty space around you, in your bed, your bleak little apartment was a fucking joke compared to the place you two once lived together. And while you're the one who, for all intents and purposes, asked for this, you couldn't lie to yourself any longer: You did not want to be without him.

You did not want to be away from the man you loved with every cell of your stupid body. Every breath. Every heartbeat was the beating of a drum sounding out his praise. Every smile and every flutter of your eyelashes was because of him. God, you miss him.

But to just leave it at this? To let go completely? That would be an admission that it's how things will be from here on out. And you're just not ready for that to be your final answer.

Texting him back, in response to his call, you said as little as you could, still getting the point across. "Yeah, thanks for the heads-up. I'll take care of everything and leave my key on the kitchen counter by the coffee maker." You choked back a sob as you thought about all the times he set up the coffee the night before and climbed into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you. Snuggling his face into your neck and telling you that he made it extra strong, just how you like it. And that he picked up your favorite creamer flavor - it was 2 for $7, so obviously he got you 2 of them because it would be fuckin' stupid not to. 

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to walk. It hurts to be awake. You have all day and all night to get over there and clear out whatever is left of your lives together. To leave the one thing behind that could get you to him at any moment in time. 

So, you threw on a pair of his old sweats, an old favorite shirt of his, and a hoodie with his Pro Hero name on it. Fixed your face. Put your hair back. Grabbed your purse and headed to your favorite coffee place to get something to appease this godforsaken headache you had brewing in the core of your brain and drove to his place.

You drove home. 

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl @arlerts-angel

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[steddieas-shegoes]

ok so hear me out: i think steve would be a huge fan of oingo boingo. maybe robin introduced him or maybe eddie who knows point is steve is like really obsessed with them, and if anyone (but robin) asks he always just says he likes the music, thinks it’s fun or whatever but in reality? in reality he thinks danny elfman is hot. and like only robin knows and she just keeps having to bite her tongue from mentioning that steve so clearly has a type (weird bizarre punk musicians that give off big nerd vibes) anyway maybe robin finally points it out and steve denies it hard and just keeps saying that they don’t look that much alike and robin can kinda agree in some ways (mostly different hair) but in some ways steve is also just wrong (big eyes, same build, same energy) but either way it did the damage because now steve can’t like stop thinking about it and maybe eddie convinces corroded to cover one of their heavier songs (maybe grey matter or insects) to impress steve (because he’s so gone for that man) and steve kinda just like has no choice but to date eddie

Okay I won't lie, I was today years old when I realized Oingo Boingo was Danny Elfman's band. I was also today years old when I realized that despite knowing OF them, I apparently didn't know any of their songs well enough to do this. So I am just a major disappointment all around today, but I did something! Hopefully this something is good enough to pass the test! - Mickala ❤️

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It wasn’t the first time Robin caught Steve dancing to them. She’d waited for the song to change last time before walking fully into the room, but this time, she couldn’t wait.

“Oingo Boingo, Steve? Really?”

Steve jumped and quickly shut off the boombox playing a tape that he owned.

“Robin! When did you get here?”

She smirked at him being flustered, and was that…embarrassment?

“Oh, relax. I already knew you listened to some of their music,” she said as she stood next to him, reaching down to grab a cookie from the cooling tray he was placing them on. “I may not understand it completely, but I have my suspicions.”

“It’s just fun! Easy to dance to, ya know?” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself of this as much as Robin.

“Uh huh. Definitely nothing to do with how similar a certain dingus looks to Danny Elfman. That can’t be a reason.”

She smirked as Steve flushed bright red and turned away from her to pretend like he was busy.

“It’s not a reason. They don’t even look that similar,” he insisted.

“Suuuuure. These are good, by the way,” she pointed at the cookies with her mouth full of the last bite of the one she’d already stolen.

“Thanks. Mrs. Henderson’s recipe. Dustin wanted some and she’s been busy with work so I thought I’d make them for Hellfire tonight,” he shrugged.

“Always taking care of your kids, huh?”

“Did you come by just to annoy me?”

Robin rolled her eyes, jumping up to sit on the counter and watch Steve put the next batch of cookie dough into the oven.

“No, that was just a bonus.”

“So? Why’re you here?”

“Vickie and I have a date tonight. I need to borrow a sweater,” Robin sighed.

“You have sweaters.”

“But none as nice as yours! C’mon, Steve! I promise I will wash it and bring it back to you by this weekend. It’s not like you’re using it for a date.”

“Ouch,” Steve said, throwing his hand to his chest dramatically. “Fine. But not the yellow one. I am wearing it for Hellfire.”

Robin raised her brows, but didn’t comment, jumping off the counter and kissing his cheek before running upstairs.

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“Sorry to be so early!” Eddie yelled into Steve’s house as he opened the front door.

The music was loud, so he realized Steve probably didn’t hear him.

If he didn’t want a nail bat to the head, he needed to be careful and not scare him.

He set his bag down by the couch for now, walking towards the stairs to go to where the music was coming from.

He stood in the doorway of Steve’s room, smiling to himself as he watched Steve dance around his room while he got ready.

He was shirtless, and his belt wasn’t done, his hair was still a little wet from a shower, and Eddie was going to start drooling.

He snapped himself out of it when he realized what Steve was listening to.

“Didn’t really take you for an Oingo Boingo fan, Stevie,” Eddie said just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Steve almost tripped over his own feet, barely catching himself on the corner of the dresser.

“Eddie! You’re early!” Steve tried to look casual, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“Yeah, sorry. Just wanted to be all set up and make sure you didn’t need help with something,” he said, genuinely apologetic for scaring him.

“Oh,” Steve seemed to relax and walked over to the stereo playing the music, turning it off instead of turning it down. “If you wanna go set up, I’ll be down in a few.”

“You good? I really didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie said, coming into the room a bit, big eyes looking up at Steve from under his lashes.

“I’m good, yeah,” Steve said, small pink tint dusting his cheeks as he looked down at the sweater on his bed.

“Good. Like that sweater on you, by the way,” Eddie winked before turning and leaving the room.

He pretended to ignore Steve’s groan and the immediate sound of someone falling onto their bed.

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Hellfire went longer than usual that night, but Steve didn’t really mind.

It’s not like he had any other plans, and he liked having the house full.

That’s why he had the kids over for movie nights once a week, why he invited Robin to stay with him when they had closing shifts together, why he even offered his home as the new meeting place for Hellfire Club in the first place.

Everyone stayed to help clean up a bit, but Eddie was very protective of his things, so they all slowly scattered after bringing trash and empty plates to the kitchen for Steve to handle.

Eventually, Steve walked to the dining room to check on Eddie’s progress, and froze when he saw him looking at the new poster he’d gotten.

“So you’re not just a casual fan then?” Eddie smirked, like he was teasing.

It wasn’t the first time he teased Steve about his music taste, but it was definitely the first time Steve didn’t blame him for it.

“I mean, they’re just different. I like different sometimes,” Steve shrugged.

Eddie put the poster back in the corner where Steve had hidden it among a few other items he’d picked up while shopping earlier that week.

“You do?” he asked, more serious than this conversation probably needed to be.

“Yeah. Robin told me I need more things that make me happy for me, and they’re one of them.”

Eddie nodded, couldn’t help but feel a little proud that Steve was actually listening to advice and actually accepting that he deserved to enjoy things just for him.

“Good. Then enjoy them. I’m not judging, just surprised,” Eddie clarified.

“Okay,” Steve said with a small smile.

“Okay,” Eddie smiled back.

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The stage was bright, brighter than usual.

Or maybe Steve just was getting the start of a migraine.

Or maybe Robin was right and Eddie just lit up his world in different ways.

It was hard to say, but it was certainly easy to watch Eddie be a star on stage.

He was always flashy, always bigger than life, but on stage, it was more.

“Hey, you good?” Robin nudged him from her spot in the corner of the booth. She was hiding from the bartender who tried flirting with her for the last two trips to the bar.

“Yep,” he replied with a smile.

“Alright! Next up is a new one for us. It’s a cover of a song by a band that may be a joke to a lot of you, but it’s kind of a favorite of someone really important to me. Hope you don’t mind that I made it metal, Stevie,” Eddie smirked towards the corner where he was sitting.

Steve’s stomach flipped as he heard the intro guitar.

“Wow, Eddie loves you so bad,” Robin teased.

“Shut up, Robin,” Steve said, waving his hand at her, unable to look away from where Eddie was singing his favorite song.

He was mesmerized, and despite the more metal sounds Corroded Coffin performed it with, he loved it.

“That was Grey Matter by Oingo Boingo, performed by your favorite local shitheads, Corroded Coffin. Goodnight!”

The stage lights went off, and the crowd cheered.

It wasn’t a big crowd, it never was, but it grew every week they performed, and tonight was definitely the biggest crowd they’d had yet.

He could see the shadows of the band moving to break down their equipment and instruments, but surprisingly, Eddie’s shadow was missing.

“That sure seemed like an act of love,” Robin teased, kicking his foot under the table.

“He was just being nice. He wants me to keep liking what I like,” Steve tried to sound convincing, but even he could recognize that it was more than just a friendly thing to do.

“I do.”

Steve turned quickly, Eddie’s fond smile looking back at him from much closer than he was expecting.

“Eds!” Steve jumped up and threw his arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Can’t believe you covered my favorite song! It was great.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and relaxing against him. “It was good?”

He could just barely see Robin rolling her eyes in her seat, sipping on some fruity drink that the bartender probably only made her because he wanted to fuck her.

Steve pulled back a little, but kept his arms around Eddie’s neck.

He’d only had one beer, but he suddenly felt drunk off of the smell of Eddie’s cologne and sweat so close to him.

The room blurred away, and Steve realized there was no reason for him to not take a chance.

Eddie covered his favorite song by a band he didn’t even like, made him feel seen and understood with something he hid from everyone except Robin, was leaving his band to clean up without him to come over and see how he did.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Steve breathed out, ignoring Robin’s groan of ‘finally.’

“Because of the song?” Eddie gulped.

“Because of you.”

Steve had kissed a lot of people in his lifetime, probably more than the average 20 year old, even.

Not a single one of them could compare to the way his lips fit against Eddie’s, to the way Eddie’s hands squeezed his hips before deepening the kiss, to the way his tongue licked along his bottom lip hungrily, testing how much Steve wanted to try to get away with in public.

Hawkins may not be very safe for them, but this bar was. The owner didn’t tolerate any kind of bullying or harassment, and anyone who dared try to fight would be permanently banned.

Steve couldn’t help the little whimper he let out when Eddie’s thigh rubbed just right against the front of his jeans, where he couldn’t hide the fact that he was half-hard.

“Might wanna take this to the bathroom,” Robin told them.

Eddie pulled away, leaving them both breathless, panting in the space between their lips.

“Home?” Steve asked.

“Dingus! You’re my ride!” Robin exclaimed.

“Ride home with Jeff, he’s got my van,” Eddie said without turning around.

“Ride home in your van with people I barely know? Are you insane?” Robin sounded mad, but Steve kind of didn’t care.

“I trust them,” Steve said, still looking at the way Eddie’s eyes were shining in the low light of the bar.

“Great. When I get left on the side of the road for dead, you can tell my parents that you trusted them. That’ll go well.”

“Robbie, I promise you’ll be fine,” he said, pulling away to look at her with an annoyed face. “Please.”

She sighed and stomped her foot.

“Fine. But only because you’ve wanted this so long and if I have to hear one more thing about how Eddie’s curls bounce when he gets excited during Hellfire, I will stab myself with the nearest dull object,” she said before walking away.

“You talk about my curls bouncing?” Eddie teased.

“She’s dramatic. I may have mentioned it in passing one time.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie gave him a quick peck on the lips. “So, wanna explain the Oingo Boingo thing or did I just do something really dramatic over a band that you don’t actually like that much?”

“No, I do love them,” Steve laughed. “Robin said it’s because Danny reminds me of you, which is stupid because he doesn't and I wouldn’t even like a band just because of that when you’re in a band already.”

Eddie’s brows raised as he tried to explain.

“And also, he doesn’t even look like you that much. I guess maybe the eyes a little, and he’s pretty energetic or whatever, and like really talented, but. But that’s it!”

“That’s it?”

“Yes!”

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” Eddie laughed.

Steve froze.

“What?”

Eddie paled when he realized what he said, his eyes wide as his heart started racing in his chest.

“I. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Steve tried not to let the pain show on his face, the hope immediately exiting his body in a rush.

“Oh. Right.”

Steve let his arms drop to his sides, bit his lip to hold back the impending tears.

“No, not like that! Wait. Okay. It’s not because it isn’t true, okay? I do love you. I just didn’t mean to say it like that. Not when we just kissed for the first time,” Eddie tried to explain. “I just don’t wanna scare you off. I’ve never loved anyone before and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Steve gave his cheek a kiss, smiling as he realized that Eddie may actually have him beat on being a bit clingy.

“I won’t be scared off. I love you,” he whispered against his ear.

“You don’t have to say it just because I did.”

Steve kissed his neck and pulled away to look at him.

“I’m saying it because I do. And maybe I’m hoping you’ll cover more Oingo Boingo songs,” he joked.

“My love for you knows no bounds, my king,” Eddie bowed, kissing the back of his hand. “I shall cover whatever you wish!”

Steve giggled, probably would have been embarrassed about his reaction if Eddie didn’t obviously enjoy it, smiling up at him.

“So you’ll do Careless Whisper next?”

“My love knows one bound,” Eddie grimaced.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #ficlet #request #stobin #just something silly really

[nogenderbee]

I read your Archons, Ganyu and Xio watching Teen!Reader growing up.

Can I request a silimier story, but the Teen!reader is a Adventure like Bennett and Fischl.

They notice that Teen!Reader been gone for a while and decided to see if they are alright. Only to discover that one of their missions led them to a fight with the Abyss Order, and they were heavily injured. But when they found them, they are alive, even though cover in bandages. And explain happily they survive thanks to the sudden appearance of a Vision silimier to their own or element.

Of course! It turned out quite short since I didn't wanted to write twice something I wrote here but I hope you'll enjoy this either way!

Archons, Ganyu, Xiao with teen!adventurer!reader

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @miya-akane

⊱ Venti always was scared for your well being, he simply didn't wanted to loose you, especially when you had so much life in front of you

⊱ it'd be a lie to say that he never thought of causing strong winds to make your journey impossible but that'd be taking freedom away from you and he didn't wanted that!

⊱ but you still experienced some stronger winds when you were out but not enough to make it harder on you, quite the opposite

⊱ winds were usually strong enought to help you cause swirl reaction or to swipe some of the enemies away

⊱ but he's also the type to go with you on any kind of journey and make sure by himself that nothing will happen to you

⊱ also is the type to congratulate and celebrate your every found treasure, even if it's one mora

⊱ literally is your mom whenever you're about to leave for adventure, like he'll go after you, make sure you have 20 more things that you don't even need and will hug you like he sees you for the last time you literally need to convince him to not follow you

"Strong yet helpful winds? Sounds like Barbatos has an eye on you! Ah c'mon, don't look at me like that! Maybe it's true, you never know~!"

⊱ you probably got into exploring and adventuring thanks to all those stories Zhongli told you

⊱ and he was glad that he helped you find something you enjoy so much

⊱ of course he was worried, that's why first few adventures were with him by your side

⊱ he's the type to help you pack yourself, he'll tell you what things are absolutely needed and which ones you won't need at all

⊱ he loves hearing about your journeys and sometimes he may tell you about his own journeys once he realizes you're old enough to finally hear them

⊱ bring him whatever you found in treasures and he'll tell you how much they're worth it and if you found any artifacts, he'll tell you quite a long description

"Not exactly... you see, this artifact is 500 years old and it used to be seen as so called rain bringer. Let me explain..."

⊱ believe it or not but Raiden was actually a bit worried about you, especially when you decided to go on your first mission

⊱ on the day of your first few missions, thunder actually was a bit stronger but it never hit you, if anything it hit your enemies

⊱ she won't say anything about what your packed unless you asked her about it yourself and she'll actually give you some good advices

⊱ sorry to break it up to you but she actually doesn't care much about what you found but she still listens if you like to ramble about your findings

⊱ literally would send you to Miko if you'd want to know more about some artifact you found on your way

⊱ she's definitely the type to give you some sweets as reward for your adventure, she once tried baking something for you when you come back but it ended on kitchen catching fire so she buys you something instead...

"I did not made thunder stronger today to interrupt your adventure. Let's just say that friend of mine convinced me to give you some extra help"

⊱ I think you could've expect it but... Nahida is literally a mom

⊱ she'll give you way more things to pack that you actually need, will ask you many stuff to make sure you'll be safe there or will be able to protect yourself and will struggle to actually let you go

⊱ and it's even worse if it's your first mission... you had to convince her to not make you go with Traveler and to not give you whole 3 bags of everything since it's just 3 to 8 hours

⊱ but once you come back, she's the type to welcome you with big hug and many questions making sure you had fun there

⊱ and you better not get any injury because her mom mode will get even more serious... she won't let you out of your bed for first few days and won't let you out of the city untill you heal fully

⊱ what's nice tho is that you get lots of your favorite foods and drinks from her once you come back

⊱ but let's focus on less mom things... if you ever bring any artifact, she'll announce how proud she is from you and if she can, she'll tell you as much as you'd like about what you found

"Are you sure you got everything? What if it'll suddenly rain? Take an umbrella with you, it doesn't matter if you'll be out for just 6 hours. Better be safe than sorry."

⊱ Ganyu is another person to act like a mom but she's not as bad as one archon...

⊱ she tries to not overload you with things you might need but you still will usually carry more than needed unless you tell her you won't carry it and she's not the type to pry

⊱ she won't come to adventure with you but she does walk you off to some spot just to make sure you're safe for some part of your adventure and to spend some more time with you

⊱ when you're away, she really just focuses on her work and wants to get more things done so she can spend some time with you once you're back

⊱ once you're back, she definitely treats you to some restaurant or any other place you might like as reward for your hard work

⊱ she's the type to just listen to you while you talk about your adventures and she might even ask you some questions

⊱ she will try to tell you as much as she can about any artifacts but even tho, she couldn't be more proud of you for finding every treasures

"I'm so glad you're back! Did you had fun? Did you occured any problems on your way? Come on, why won't you tell me everything on our way to Xianglings restaurant?"

⊱ Xiao acted like he truly didn't care that you're going on some kind of adventure but the truth is that he was so scared over his child companion

⊱ he literally followed you on your first 5 adventures if not more and defeated any monsters on your way

⊱ or just first 3 if he had no other choice but to slay some demos...

⊱ of course he doesn't help you with packing or anything since he doesn't know much about what mortals might need but he will get Traveler if you'd like some help

⊱ after your first adventure, he definitely suggests training you a bit but if you refuse he won't mention that ever again

⊱ he's not the type to welcome you back like it's the best thing that happened to Teyvat but he will show you his softer side especially if you're back from longer adventure

⊱ maybe he won't ask you many questions and you may even think he doesn't care but he does enjoy listening about your journey

⊱ if you ever show him artifact, he'll answer simply in few sentences and will advise you to go ask someone else instead since he's too busy to focus on just explaining

"You're going? Alright. Just remember to stay safe. I wouldn't say I'm being soft... isn't it natural for me to worry since you're a mortal? I- so what if I'm worried?"

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#genshin #genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #venti #zhongli #raiden ei #raiden #nahida #ganyu #xiao #genshin venti #genshin zhongli #genshin raiden #genshin nahida #genshin ganyu #genshin xiao #teen reader #genshin platonic #platonic #genshin impact platonic #headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons

[fullofgutsndopamine]

Sleeping In The Garden (You Broke The Dark)

(or the single dad hasan fic no one asked for)

tw/cursing, insta-love

cavity inducing fluff below the cut, don't say i didn't warn you

more here

you arrived early to the library to set up.

you didn’t need a full hour and a half to unpack a small suitcase full of various cheap school supplies; Crayola paints and old brushes warn with age, stencils and small canvases.

it's winter break at the small school you teach, and to make ends meet, you've been doing small paint and sip activities at local libraries for the kids.

it gets the children out of their parents hair for an hour and a half, and they're usually excited to see the artwork they work on come to life-and the hot chocolate is an added bonus for most kids.

kids file in, and while the class was filled, you can't help but notice the seat in the corner unoccupied as you gather your supplies, say a quiet prayer to whatever god exists, and walk to the front of the room-

the door is thrown open, and a tall man ducks into the room, snow covering his mop of curly brown hair, hunched over so he doesn't tower over his kid, his hand on their back as he speaks quietly to them:

"Go on. You're okay."

She takes a step, but immediately retreats back and hides behind the mans leg, her tiny fingernails dig into his leg.

"Baby," he sighs, "C'mon. I promise-"

He looks up and sees you, his face turns pink and he stands a little straighter, takes the hat off his head and tries to wipe the snow out of his hair.

"I'm so sorry we're late," he sounds genuine, "I can offer you an assortment of excuses, each shittier than the last-"

"Papa."

he realizes his mistake, the curse word, and half turning around, speaks gently: "That's right. My bad. That's a quarter in the jar when we get home, okay?"

finally, a small giggle from behind his legs, and he stands a little straighter, as if proud of this breakthrough.

"You aren't too late," You reassure him, "We didn't even really start."

"Oh, good." and he sounds so genuinely happy, you have to bite your lip from smiling back, "She hasn't stopped talking about this since I signed her up."

"Papa."

A groan from behind his leg that makes him laugh

"You can stay," You say, probably too quick even, borders on pathetic, "If it makes your daughter more comfortable. Plenty of parents stay."

And that's not a lie, necessarily, a few parents stayed, but they mostly linger towards the back, by the various snacks, heads buried in their phones.

"Papa," the voice from behind his legs come, border on pleading: "Stay?"

and then, a little quieter, a little teary, she finishes with a, "Please?"

and listen, you don't know the man in front of you, or the kid either, but as he kneels on the floor, his head titled and voice low, "Okay." He nods, "I'll stay."

he pushes down the laundry list of things he needs to do; phone calls to make, grocery shopping to do-

his daughter comes first, always.

He looks up at you, a small smile on his face: "I won't get in the way, I promise, where do you want us?"

And he stands, and slings his daughter onto his hip, a carbon copy of him, a mop of curly hair on top of her head, some sloppy ponytail and a knit hat shoved over her head-

"There's a seat right there." You bite your lip and turn, pointing towards the empty chair, hoping you turned in time so he doesn't see the red of your face.

"Thank you uh-" He shakes his head, laughs, "Sorry, I didn't get your name uhm-"

You laugh, "Right, It's nice to meet you-"

And you offer your hand, hands in the air and feels awkward for half a second as you introduce yourself, but he laughs, shakes back:

"hasan," he gives the kid on his hip a gentle shake, "And this is Ophelia."

"It's nice to meet you two," You smile at the small figure on his hip, who buries her head into his shoulder blade, her hands hold tiny handfuls of his sweater, makes him roll his eyes but fond at the side of his lips as he bounces her on his hip, "Have a seat, and i'll bring everything over in a second."

He shakes his head, as if dazed, "Of course, right." and walks to the table, trips over his own feet, but manages to help himself from falling.

He sets Ophelia on a chair, and takes his own coat off, sits cross legged next to her on the floor, still towers over her, his voice low but he's smiling and pointing at everything, obviously trying to make her more comfortable-

You stand at the front, slowly starting the beginning instructions after you set hasan and Ophelia up with the supplies, watch as he carefully ties the apron around her waist, a tickle on her side as she finally giggles, reaches over and stars grabbing at the paint exctidely-

you go around, getting ready to serve the small paper cups of hot chocolate, once you realize everyone is mostly comfortable (even Ophelia, who has made friends with the little boy next to her) when you feel a presence by your elbow.

"Sorry, hope I didn't scare you," He smiles, scratches the back of his neck, "Thought i'd ask if you needed help."

He smiles weakly for a second before his eyes go wide, "Not that it doesn't look like you don't have this under control or anything!"

finally, you laugh, and it seems to make some anxiety he has go away.

"That would actually be great," You laugh, "If you wanna carry the tray, I can hand 'em out. We can doule team."

He nods, "Sure, of course-"

"And I can re-pay you," you continue, a smirk on your lips.

"Oh," He shakes his head, "No way. How happy Ophelia is, is good enough payment"

'and meeting you' hangs on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows that down

"The payment is unfortunately," you continue, turning around, "In marshmallows."

you turn back around, a large bag of mini marshmallows in your hand

he laughs, a giggle, his voice teasing, "Hot chocolate and marshmallows?"

"Marshmallows are my love language." You laugh, and before you realize what you're saying he's nodding, like that actually means something

"Good to know," he laughs, "I'll keep that in mind."

And your face blushes red again and you shrug, struggle with the ends of the bag for a second before he takes it, opens it without asking and hands it back

he snorts at himself, "I'm so sorry," he shakeshis head, "I think i'm still in dad mode."

You laugh, shake your head, "That's okay-"

He cuts you off, "You lead the way?" he says gently, "And maybe i can make it up to you later?"

for a second, you wonder what, exactly, he wants to make up, but as he looks at his dirty converse and kicks gently at the ground, his face red, you know what he's getting at.

"Yeah," you shake your head, hoping it doesn't come off as desperate as it feels, "I'd love that."

"Yeah?" his head whips up, and he nods, as if he's calm about the whole thing.

"yeah," he nods a final time, "It's a date."

and you two deliver hot chocolate with marshmallows, both of your faces tinged pink, ignoring the way your hands knock into each other the entire time.

#caroline writes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan #hasan piker x you #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan x reader #hasan piker #hasan piker ff #hasan piker x y/n

[lollytea]

Up until a month back I liked a guy. And I really liked him. But I found out he didn't like me back. I was really upset, but I didn't want to hold it against him, but then I found out he had a reputation of being a player (which, at our age of 14 is flirtatiously texting girls and then just. Ghosting them).

And I felt really upset. I began to question if he even saw me as a friend, and whether the way he texted me was even friendly. What if he secretly loathed me and was just doing this to get a kick out of it? What if he knew about my feelings and they were just a joke to him?

I wanted to cry, but I told my friends and my sister I was okay. But I wanted to scream. Its not my fault I was born ugly. It's not my fault my face makes me unlovable. And even though I wanted to distance myself from him I felt some sort of perverse pleasure every time he did something embarrassing in front of every one.) And that's when I think it hit me.

That's why I'm unlovable. I am unlovable because I'm a terrible person. My friends tried to comfort me saying that he's a shitty person who can't see my beauty/cuteness, but friends are obligated to say that. I wanted to believe them because they're all so beautiful, and they would never lie to me because they love me. But they deserve a better friend than me.

I want to cry because I want to experience having a whirlwind romance, and falling in love. I also know I'll probably never have that.

And AGH I feel so upset. Because all my life I've known I was ugly. But when this guy showed me attention, was nice to me, it made me feel special. Made me feel like I was having my own romance.

I hate it I hate it I hate it. I hate that I can't be loved, I hate my face, I hate myself for feeling these things. Last year when I suspected I began liking him, I told myself not to fall too deep, and here I am, ranting to you on tumblr dot com.

Lollytea, I love your writing and I love your posts. I love how confident you are of yourself. I'm very sorry for ranting in your inbox about my shitty love life, if this makes you uncomfortable, please delete it. But if you don't, I genuinely would like some encouragement. That my time for my own romance will come. That I will learn to love this face.

You're not unlovable. You're just 14. It just happens that being 14 feels a lot like being chronically unlovable. But no, that is not actually the case.

Maybe you've heard this a lot. And I imagine that it must be frustrating to listen to. That being a teenager just means your emotions are bigger and more intense than they will ever be in your entire life, so they're irrational and silly.

That's not the case either. Your feelings matter. And they're worth being listened to. But I do need you to keep in mind that the age range you're in right now is one of the most difficult periods of time that a human being will ever go through. Being a teenager is very hard. Being an adult is hard too. But me and every adult I've ever met would not trade it for being 14 again. No way in hell.

It does severely influence how you see yourself and why your emotions feel so strong and messy and all over the place. But I assure you that you're doing a fantastic job for a person in your situation. It's rough and you're getting through it and I'm proud of you.

Firstly, I'm going to say this quite bluntly but dont take it as me insulting them. Most of the boys in your class probably aren't that smart. And they are the absolute worst people to be seeking validation from. I promise that their opinion of you is not worth worrying about because they are...stupid, frankly. They won't be stupid forever. Probably. But being 14 is a weird age for boys too and they're quite mean for a while before they mature and chill tf out. Please try not to let it get to you if one of them doesn't like you romantically. I promise you it is not remotely a big deal. None of them have any idea how to be good boyfriends yet anyway.

No, you're not unlovable for occasionally having spiteful little thoughts about somebody who was mean to you. Everybody has those every once in a while. As long as you maintain some self-awareness and don't let cruelty consume your whole brain, having a few mean thoughts doesn't make you a terrible person. What WOULD make you a terrible person is external terrible behaviour. It's your actions that matter. So just be kind, alright? Be kind to your friends. Ignore the people you don't like but be civil. Don't hurt anyone. If you stick to all of this, you're golden. Considering that you already seem so self-critical of being a bit bitchy inside your own head, I think that's a promising sign than you won't do anything worse than that. I hope so anyway. Be kind, that's all you can do. Your friends love you. If you put your all into loving them in return, then you can have something so special.

You're not ugly, you're 14. Sorry, I'm getting a bit repetitive but I think it's relevant information to this whole situation. At the age you're at, your face is probably in this weird transitional period between child and adult so maybe that's why it might look "uglier" than usual to you. It might last a few more years but it won't look like that forever. I assure you that your face is beautiful because it's doing exactly what it's supposed to do. It's alright if you've felt ugly your whole life. The way you look at your own face is way more personal than the way you look at other people's faces. We don't really notice the flaws on others the way we notice our own. We're wired weird like that.

All I can say is hang tight. If you don't like your face then please try not to let it upset you that much. Your face hasn't fully developed yet. For the time being, you look exactly the way you're supposed to look and you're perfect. Let's see how it looks in a few years before we make any rash decisions about it being as ugly as you think it is.

Don't be hasty in the belief that you'll never find love and romance. I assure you that the age you're at is the absolute worst time to get a boyfriend and its perfectly okay if you don't experience it for another while. It's normal. You're fine. It's okay.

I know you want it. I know it sounds nice. And I promise that if its important to you, once you're older and the people you're interested in are a little smarter, you will have it.

I'm serious when I say that for the time being, focus on being a good friend. Focus on school. Focus on your own physical and mental health. Focus on your hobbies. Being wanted by 14 year old boys won't mean shit in the long run.

Things will be okay. You talk so much about how you'll be alone for the rest of your life. But your life has only just begun and you hardly know who you are yet. It's impossible to tell what will happen in the coming years. I promise that you'll be okay.

I know you came for me for reassurance but from that last paragraphs, I'm sure you're already smart enough to know the things I've told you. But I imagine that you just needed a second opinion. Take care, love.

[rottenmemes]

the front bottoms—various lyrics sentence starters.

some lines adjusted to fit; feel free to change pronouns, proper nouns, etc. as needed

am i getting into heaven? there’s no fucking way.

i would sleep better on your floor than i ever would in my bed.

learn to accept that the things we have now are the best we've had yet.

your friends are here and they miss you, but they’ll eventually move on.

i will always think about you, ‘cause you remind me of who i am.

i’ve tried and i gave everything i had, but i just gave up.

what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now.

it's okay to give up, 'cause nobody here could care less.

time is running out and i need to choose, the clock is moving faster than it used to.

they say face your fears, but i can't stop running.

i'm scared i'm gonna die as lonely as i feel.

it's okay if you're unhappy—just take a look around. there's no one here that's happy either.

the only thing that'd shut me up now is your hands around my throat.

if i tell you all my secrets, would you tell me all your lies?

i have stitched a mask of confidence and i wear it like a glove.

no one's going to listen ‘til you mean every word you say, so if you can't find the feeling, you better learn to lie—and if you know we're gonna fail, then there's little point to try.

i can't get what i need, and you're all i need.

there are certain things you ask of me, but there are certain things i lack.

you say i'm changing—sorry, i didn't know i had to stay the same.

i think you're changing, but don't worry—you don't have to stay the same.

i shouldn't feel like i have to protect you.

at my funeral, don't lie. tell them i didn’t want to die.

i understand that everybody's got their problems, but you seem to have a little more than anybody.

there are things i think we'll come to regret, and the majority of them are dealing with me.

i used to love the taste, i'd do anything for it—now i'd do anything to get the taste out of my mouth.

what about your friends? don't you love them enough to stay?

it probably won't get easier, just easier to hide—prepare for an aching the rest of your life.

i have this dream that i am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help—and maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself.

i believe that, yeah, maybe no one's perfect—but i believe that you're pushing your luck.

there's no doubt in my mind that if you could, then you would try to crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through.

i've been around long enough now to know that the good things never last.

how low is your self esteem? how low could it possibly be?

i know you're in love with me, and i've been ignoring you.

i’m alone only half of the time, and the other half, i’m only hiding.

i got miles to go 'til i ever get home, but the sound of your laugh and your voice on the phone makes me feel like i’m already there.

hey man, i love you, but no fucking way.

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face.

the good thing about this cast is i can still hold a knife, so if you ever twist my arm again, i'll be sure to put up a fight.

the past few months were pretty rough; a couple times i wished we both were dead.

just try to appreciate what you got while you got it, so if it ever goes away, you can say you enjoyed it while it lasted.

i don't regret it—how could i? you were the best i ever had.

i wish i could pretend to be all of the things you think you see in me.

i don’t care if you’re not sorry; i forgive you.

the farther you go from where you start, the harder it is to get back.

just because something burns bright doesn't mean it's gonna burn forever.

don't feel bad for me, because i won't feel bad for you.

when i wake up, i think of you.

it doesn't get worse, and it doesn't get better; you just get old—it lasts forever.

no one saw me the way you did, and no one's seen me that way since.

i know that no news is good news, but that’s always felt backwards.

i’m bound by love, born to obey.

you are the truth i choose to bend myself around.

a long time ago i promised that if you were happy, then i was happy.

don't take it easy on the animal—i am the animal.

sometimes things work out perfectly when there's nothing to lose.

i don't know where i am, but i've been here before.

i'm sorry for your loss, there's not much i can do.

i could see myself dying for you.

we're both trying, you gotta give us that.

why don't you put your boxing gloves on and punch your punching bag, get some of this rage out you have deep inside of you—you’ll feel better, that's the point.

there was resentment built up that was never expressed properly.

you seem to see through whatever it is about me that's trying to be tough.

this is the fear i was born into, it somehow still affects me today.

it may or may not seem like you're leaving me behind, and it may or may not be always on my mind.

i don’t wanna put a curse on myself—i don’t wanna put a curse on you either.

you don't have to try so hard to not see me around.

the more you give, the worse it gets.

i wanna be good to the people that i love—i want them to think of me as someone that they can trust.

i wanna settle down—i want you to settle down with me.

#the front bottoms memes #inbox memes #rp memes #ask memes #roleplay memes #rp starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #rp prompts #roleplay prompts

[starliights-shining]

Hi again! If it isn’t too much trouble, could you also write some relationship headcanons for IDW Overlord and Trepan (separate) with a human s/o? :o

Heyyy, It not to much trouble, I am an Overlord girly, unfortunately! But thats okay, Hes like really an extremely bad character, but he's still on my love list :( Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I do hope I got Trepan correct! Enjoy :)

Characters: IDW! Overlord and IDW! Trepan

Overlord

Okayyyy, i know Overlord has like always been coo-coo but, i generally feel like if he had an S/O he'd attempte to like take it down a tiny bit. Not to much tho, he still has things he's gotta do.

He wouldn't want you to be apart of anything that has to do with killing or the decepitcons. He actually attempts to keep it this way.

If he can't then he just won't care, as long as youre not in danger on purpose. Get in a situation where you know you shouldn't be and he WILL NOT help you out of it.

If he can help you, he probably will make it seem like he won't and take his sweet ass time to do it. Maybe might get you to beg for him to save you. He's fucking crazy and would do it no questions asked.

I have this like idea, that since his human S/O is so small, he would just hold you in his servos. Lifting you up to places you find interesting and so you can see what he sees.

Since he also shows you what he see he talks to you about certain things, explaings who different cons are and why he(which turns into we) doesn't like them. It's kinda like when someone shows their S/O a reality tv show and is explaining people and lore to them. It's cute, he finds it cute that even in your small state you attempt to give advice and help him in situations.

He's ncie to you, but has a slight sarcastic tone and attitude at times, but its just his normal tone. He can sometimes be super mean, but its very rare he is mean towards you, since he mostly directs it towards Cons or Bots.

He doesn't have anything special about him while in a relationship, he's just kinda there. I can't even say he would attempt to take care of you, because he just doesn't. He spend time with you and trys his best to take you everywhere with him, he cares about you like a little bit. Ask him and he'll say no he doesn't but that simply beccause its Overlord we are talking about.

He just likes having you around, a constant in his crazy coo-coo ass life, and to be honest that the only thing he'd ask for. The rest of his time in the galaxy could just be spent with you, if he didn't have a raging ego and wasn't crazy ass shit, anyways I love Overlord and so should you :)

Trepan

Im going to be real with you guys, he's also fucking crazy. he kidna gives off vibes of keeping his S/O down in his secret ass lab. Just because down there he knows where you are, can make sure you're at least a room or two over from him is he feels off.

I feel like he would try to keep your knowledge of what he does to a minimum. He simply does not want you knowing he is a "bad guy" as he thinks you'll put it.

If you don't care and he allows you to know, he'd be straight up with you, answering any questions you have about his work and why he does it.

He's not mean, he can be a little condescending but other than that he will let you know how he feels. I feel like he enjoys quality time too, so if he can't do something during an experiment or whatever, he'll go looking for you just so he can be in your presence. Either askig you what you think or just quitely doing somehting or watching you do whatever. If not this then his idea of idea of time together is you sitting watching him work on some poor Cybertronian, while he tells you what is happening andd going on. This is only if you show intrest in what he does, if not then uhhh he just sits in a room with you talking or listening to you.

I feel like he's the type to lie if he thinks its better for you, ask about why the autobots are bad and he'll make something up. He WILL lie if it means keeping you with him or on his side, but you don't need to know that

I also want to say that a relationship is nothing special, but I'd be lying, and my names not Trepan. He's kinda controling, never letting you talk to other Cons or Bots that show up asking for him, keeps you hiden away from the rest of the planet or galaxy, simply because he likes you. HE GIVES YANDERE VIBES, i feel like that's what he would do. I was like this bitch is crazy, and it lowkey feels like something a lot of people like in some characters. He CAN and WILL be a Yandere if he feels its nessecary, but if it can all be fixed with a few lies and a nice little kiss then he'll go that route. He doesn't want to scare you off, he just wants you to know he loves you, very dearly.

#stars hcs #transformers #transformers x reader #Trepan x reader #Overlord x reader #tf overlord #tf trepan #tf x reader #idw mtmte #idw overlord #idw trepan

[shiny-jr]

I also think Falena might not be all that either. There's an episode in the lion king talking (singing?) about Scar's past and I can clearly see that Mufasa was at fault for what happened (I mean the other lion and Scar's actions were wrong too but Mufasa was kind of like the trigger)

It made me really frustrated with how everyone blames the villains and never the heros. The same thing in the live action of Alice in Wonderland as the white queen was totally responsible for how her sister ended up and yet she even hesitated to apologise to the red queen at the scebe were they were taken to the sisters' past

NAH, OKAY LETS BE FOR REAL. This event I'm hearing about (only hearing about because it's only on the Japanese server right now so maybe everything I hear isn't true now keep that in mind), is making me rethink a lot of things about Leona. Long rant below.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm low-key hyped to finally see Falena (he better have a good amount of melanin, I swear to god), I'm personally hoping he's a bit of a himbo but I realize that probably won't happen. Anyways, I've been hearing a lot of theories from people who are able to play the new event. Here are a few that I really want to believe so I'm choosing to believe until proven wrong:

I saw some people upset that when we finally got a Savanaclaw event, Leona and Jack were in it, but not Ruggie. I thought it was a little strange, until I saw someone suggest this: What if the reason Ruggie didn't come, is because Leona knows that Ruggie probably doesn't like the royal family due to how they rule the country and forget his people, the hyenas? That makes complete and total sense to me. I'll come back to this point in a second.

If you analyze Lion King lore, apparently Scar was often regarded as a weak and sickly lion and was thus not fit for even hunting. So he was kind of seen as useless, no matter how much he tried. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a similar dynamic with Leona being disliked for not being as strong as his elder brother Falena. Which is messed up, because there's more to a person than just physical strengths.

Apparently in the new event, Leona mentions how he wants to use his fourth year at NRC to look into technology that might be used to improve the lives of people in his country. Which speaks VOLUMES. Especially when it's also mentioned that Falena, the current king, thinks the opposite. He thinks people should be focused on connecting with nature again. This brings me back to point one. I think the people Leona wants to help are those most in need, aka the hyenas, but as a second prince never listened to, he has no power to help with this. And maybe that used to torment him a lot and might've been a role in his overblot. Please tell me, is Falena even concerned for the hyenas? I seriously think he doesn't even care for them. In fact, I wouldn't even be surprised if Falena doesn't really approve of Leona and Ruggie's friendship.

As for Alice in Wonderland, I didn't even like the White Queen in the first one. Turns out my dislike towards her was totally valid. Like, if the White Queen had just told the truth the Red Queen would've never gotten that head injury, countless people wouldn't have died, they never would've had that huge conflict and war. You're telling me that after watching her sister get tormented, become kinda crazy, all this due to her mistake, and she never said a word? She never even apologized? Nah, be for real. The White Queen was so wrong for that. I totally get why the Red Queen was angry, because her sister's lie literally ruined her life.

#shiny speaks #leona kingscholar

[dorothygale123]

Question:

Where the heck is Ao Lie?

Like, I can understand the other Pilgrims dying. Tripitaka is human, and Baije and Wujing were former celestial warriors cast out from heaven and a mortal life span could have been part of their punishment (or not... *looks at Sandy suspiciously*). But Ao Lie? He's an immortal dragon, direct descendent of one of the 4 great Dragon Kings and a badass in his own right. Why is he not in the show proper? I might have an answer, and it involves Mei.

See, despite being part of the Dragon Clan, Mei and her parents are oddly... human. Like, she still has cool dragon powers from the start, but they seem to have mortal lifespans. For example, Mei calls Ao Lie her great-great-great-times-a-thousand-great-grandfather, but that wouldn't make any sense if she were a full blooded dragon. Dragons, while depicted as different than demons and celestials, are implied to have similarly long lives as evidenced by Ao Guang, who Wukong knows from at least 1,000 years ago, if not more.

Mei's branch of the family, however, can't be more than 700 years old because she inherited the Samadhi Fire from her ancestor. He was not a host for the fourth ring until after the ritual, so he must have married/had children after that. As I stated in my last post, that can't have happened too much more than 500-700 years ago considering Red Son's age. Considering that timeframe and how long dragons probably live, if Mei were a full blooded dragon she should be Ao Lie's daughter, or maybe granddaughter. So she has to be at least partly, if not mostly, human.

Now, here's a question: do you think Ao Run, a Dragon King, would have approved of his son settling down with some human woman? Do you think he might have, oh I don't know, forbade his son from seeing her? Do you think Ao Lie listened?

My answers are yes, yes, and a big fat no.

My theory is that Ao Lie was punished for getting in a relationship with a human woman in defiance of his father, but quietly, so that no celestial monkeys come in to try and help their bestie. And in order to keep the Great Sage Equal to Heaven from asking to many questions about where his sworn brother has gotten to, they come up with a lie that Wukong won't think too much about. Perhaps he got sick and died, or maybe he ascended and is doing Very Important Things for a Buddha or Bodhisattva. No matter what, he's not coming back and can't see his friend ever again.

That still leaves his wife, now a very single mother. Moang or Longnu could have intercede and convinced their father not to do anything to her and their brother's child, but not welcome them into the clan either. Maybe Ao Lie even took the punishment under the condition that his family wouldn't be harmed, but they were also banned from asking a certain monkey for any help. Thus, Mei's branch of the Dragon Clan spread into the human world and prospered because they were part dragon after all, but not really welcome in Ao Run's court either. This would explain why her part of the family seems a bit separated from the rest of the clan. Ao Guang, for instance, didn't know about her at all, despite her being his brother's great-something-granddaughter. You could chalk that up to him not keeping track of every member of a very large clan, but it could also be that his brother tried to keep his son's 'shame' a secret.

This theory probably isn't cannon, but damn if it isn't a good tragic love story!!! It also holds the possibility of Ao Lie escaping his punishment and coming back....

#lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #journey to the west #jttw inspo character ideas #ao lie #ao run #white dragon horse #dragon clan #chinese dragons #4 dragon kings #theory #my theory #lmk theory #ao lie theory #mei theory #lmk mei #lmk fanfic ideas #lmk headcanons #lmk ao lie

[aphroditelovesu]

yandere platonic artemis with a shy child reader calling her mama like that for the first time? or something like that (fic please :) - 🌓 anon

Summary: After a walk through one of the forests that belonged to Artemis, you finally warm up to her and call her "mommy" for the first time.

TW: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, mention of sickiness, overprotection and reader is a child (between six and ten years old).

A/N: This isn't too long but I hope you like it, anon. Any mistakes I'm sorry, I haven't reviewed it yet (and I probably won't). Normally I try to leave the reader in the neutral gender, but here it ended up being female, but it's not really important to the story, so if you want to switch to a male reader just ignore the female pronouns.

Word Count: 837.

Written by: ~ Lady L 🌸

Artemis walked through the forest smilingly with you by her side. You were walking awkwardly, while holding the hands of the goddess of hunting.

You muttered something under your breath when you ended up stepping on a loose rock, only not falling flat on your face because Artemis caught you before that happened.

''Are you okay, (N/N)? Didn't you get hurt?'' Artemis' questions were asked so quickly that you barely had time to pay attention properly, still a little dizzy. You didn't know why, but you hadn't been feeling well for a few hours, but you were reluctant to tell the goddess, knowing how protective she is over you.

''Yes, I… I'm fine, Artemis.'' (Y/N) looked away from the goddess, as she knew very well that she couldn't lie to her looking into the goddess's dark eyes.

''(Y/N), look at me.'' Artemis rarely used your name, she usually called you by affectionate nicknames. You knew very well that when she spoke your name it was either because you did something or you were about to be reprimanded.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, but she knew the right thing to do was look at the goddess, she didn't want to piss her off or make her more upset than she clearly already was.

''I don't feel very good...''

''Why? What happened? Are you sick? Did someone hurt you? Tell me (N/N) and I'll make them regret it!'' Artemis asked question after question, making you even more uncomfortable. You still haven't gotten used to the goddess's overprotectiveness, and maybe you never will.

''No… No one hurt me, I've only been sick for a few hours… No need to worry.'' The young girl tried to argue, but she knew it was useless.

Artemis is a very balanced, calm and rational goddess, but all those traits instantly disappear when it comes to you. She becomes paranoid and worried as well as suffocating and her obsessive and protective tendencies will be much stronger.

''What are you feeling? Do you want to come home? If necessary, I can call Apollo. He can help you feel better.''

''No need, Artemis. I'm fine…'' Your calm voice was interrupted as you started coughing a little. Clearly you weren't well and Artemis wasn't going to sit there idly by watching you sick.

''You're obviously not doing well at all, (Y/N)! Come on, we're going to go back to the house and I'm going to call my brother. He will heal you.'' When you opened your mouth to protest, Artemis shot you a sharp look, which made you go quiet immediately. You didn't want to piss her off.

Soon you found yourself lying in your bed, with Apollo taking care of you. Artemis was sitting next to you, gently stroking your hair. Fortunately, you only had a cold and Apollo told his sister that you would be fine soon, much to the goddess' relief. She couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

She knew, very soon she would finally give you ambrosia.

You were slow to wake up from your sleep, but the goddess never left your side. What if you got worse? She couldn't take any chances, so she stayed with you the entire time.

''Mommy…'' Artemis turned her head to you quickly when he heard you speak. She couldn't be listening right, could she? You didn't call her "mommy" at all. She took care of you since you were a baby and yet you never called her that.

But unfortunately for the goddess, you didn't say anything again. Quiet and serene as you slept peacefully.

But the real surprise came when you finally woke up. (Y/N) looked surprised and happy to see Artemis sitting upright on the edge of the bed, she was relieved to see she wasn't alone

''You woke up…'' Artemis sighed in relief, hugging the girl lightly (Y/N). ''I was so worried… Even if it's just a cold, I can't lose you…''

''Did you stay with me the whole time?'' (Y/N) asked, really curious. Artemis nodded at her question. ''Thank you for taking care of me, mommy…''

''Did you just call me Mommy?''

''Err… Yeah? I can't? Oh, I-I'm so sorry!''

''No! You don't need to apologize, (N/N). I just… I didn't expect this, but I'm so happy!'' The goddess laughed. ''You have no idea how happy I feel.''

''I see you as a mother figure, you always took care of me and protected me, so you are my mommy.''

''Yes… I'm your mother, (N/N). Your only mama.''

(Y/N) was crushed in the goddess's embrace. She laughed deliciously as she hugged her back. All this was true, she had learned to love Artemis like a mother. She was the only family she owned that she loved so much. Artemis is the only family the girl knows and it will always be that way. Forever.

#yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #yandere artemis #yandere platonic artemis #yandere platonic artemis x child reader #yandere platonic x child reader #🌓 anon #imagine

[frau-kali]

On Self Awareness and Cognitive Dissonance

So @jaynovz made this really interesting and excellent post about Silver's crazy decision to go to Charlestown at the end of S2. I thought I'd toss out my two cents as to why he might have done it. And also discuss some related stuff. Buckle up, folks!

So first, let's begin with THE SCENE:

Silver: I've had my fill of adapting lately, doing your bidding, keeping the crew in line for you. Flint: I wasn't the only one who benefited from that. Silver: It certainly seemed that way.

Here Flint refers to Silver's position among the crew, which Flint sees as a benefit to both of them. As we see:

Flint: I need your help. They need your help. Silver: Oh please. Don't try to convince me to do it for the sake of their futures. Flint: For the sake of your own. Those men listen to you, they care about what you think, what you want them to think. Where else in the world is that true? Where else would you wake up in the morning and matter?

I could talk endlessly about this whole scene, particularly about Silver's incredibly amazing lie and how he acts during it and his bitterness toward Flint, but that's beyond the scope of this. Instead I wanna focus on self awareness.

With these few words, Flint basically drags Silver kicking and screaming to self awareness land. He is suddenly exposed to the fact that he actually means something here. And by his reaction, I think it's fair to assume this is one the few times, if not perhaps the first time, he's been in a position like this. Based on his past actions and his desire to remain anonymous (see refusing to show his face during the schedule thing, it’s safer to be anonymous), I think his previous modus operandi has been to position himself behind some powerful figure and work in the background to help them achieve their shared goals of getting lots of money. Said people were also probably not as smart as him so he could easily manipulate them as well. We see him do this with Flint a bunch, too, working in the background to help him. And that's what his position on the Walrus crew starts out as.

But then he becomes the centre of attention. They start to like him, which he didn't even necessarily expect when he started his gossip monger plan, he just wanted them to need him, despite his proclaiming that he’s a hard man not to like. But no, they get attached to him. And he, unbeknownst to himself, becomes attached right back.

Now, it's entirely possible that he's been in similar situations in the past just like this one, but because he is very good at repression and lying to himself, he was able to walk away without any real trouble. Maybe he realized afterwards that he actually liked those people but it didn't matter because he'd already left and he tells himself it’s for the best anyway. Silver is likely carrying around some heavy trauma related to emotional attachments to other people, given how he tells Muldoon that “we’ll take care of you” is the most terrifying part of everything that’s happened after losing his leg. And, considering everything else, that sure is saying something.

But here, he has hitched his wagon to James Flint, a man after his own heart. Flint is a lot like Silver, a brilliant liar and excellent manipulator, able to bend people to his will and look damn good while doing it.

Then he does it to Silver, too. And it's all while Silver is in the middle of pulling off his own master class in lying, some of his best work, by being outraged and angry that the gold he actually stole is gone and trying to extricate himself from Flint and the crew. Except Flint won't let him.

Flint's request for Silver's help doesn't, I don't think, extend merely to the lovely speech Silver gives to swing the vote in his favour, either. During the voyage to Charlestown, Silver continues working to convince the men of the dangers that lie ahead, presumably at Flint's behest. Scott does indicate to Billy that Silver is using his storytelling powers to “help the captain” when Silver is addressing the crew.

So Silver stays because he has come to value his position on the crew. However he doesn't yet realize how attached to them he's actually become. Jay is right, he could’ve easily deserted after the vote, run off to hide somewhere until Flint is gone, but he doesn’t. And he's still lying to himself about why. He thinks “yeah ok, Flint, you won this round. I'll stay and go on the voyage so as not to arouse suspicion from you and everyone else, and I’ll take the scouts along because I don’t trust them not to fuck this up, but I am leaving after that.” The real reason he stays is because he values his position, he actually likes that he matters, but he is still convinced he’s going to leave because he also wants the money. I think he probably would’ve left, too, but he’s trying not to think too hard about the newly exposed self awareness and continuously telling himself he doesn’t need this and he sure as fuck doesn’t actually care about these people, even as he stays. It’s like he’s torn between how he wants to be and how he actually is and he cannot bring himself to go no matter how much he wants to.

That’s also not even going into how, during the voyage, he is exposed to how much power he actually has over the men on the crew when he gives the scout a fucking look and said scout kills their co-conspirator because of it. And then that same scout tells Silver that all the men know he cares about their best interests and Silver is just fucking taken aback by the level of regard these people have for him. This is on display again when they all stand up in his defence after Vane’s men come to grab him.

When Vane’s men attack the ship, Silver could swim to shore with the remaining scout and if they kept their heads down, they'd probably be ok. They could likely swim far enough away to not get caught, especially at night. Silver surely knows this, too.

Instead, he cuts the forestay and saves the crew. And then he refuses to give up a list of names, once again saving the crew. He has, against all his own cognitive dissonance, become attached to them enough that he endures torture and risks death for them. Now, I don’t think that he ever thought that he would lose his leg, I don’t think that he made space in his mind for the possibility of being tortured either, he knew that one of the men had grabbed the keys during the scuffle when they took him away and he thought that he could stall long enough until they broke in and saved him because he’s good at talking his way out of trouble. I also have to say that it is such a nice moment when he says this to Vane’s man: “The question you should be asking yourself is, where are his keys and has he seen them since he took me away from my men?” They are his men now, his brothers, whereas before he always set himself apart from them.

And it's all because Flint made him see that he valued his position enough to stay and go on the journey to Charlestown in the first place. Silver even gives Flint credit for this in 305 - “Such a waste, it seems to me, knowing that it doesn't have to be this way. That the man who talked me into giving a shit about this crew, he could talk those people out there into anything. If he wanted to.”

Or that’s how I read it anyway. The way Silver’s attachment to the Walrus crew is developed over the course of season 2 and the final culmination of him refusing to betray them is one of my favourite things about his story and I have a lot of feelings about it. I could be wrong in my interpretation, of course, but thank you all for coming to my Ted Talk :)

#black sails #john silver #silverflint #black sails meta #i've never written meta before #i just have a lot of feelings about this #and about silver in general #so i wanted to share #i could just be coping with this headcanon to paper over something that doesn't make sense (silver refusing to leave) #but it makes sense to me #who knows tho #shrug emoji

[dollface-yandere]

"piss off your parents."

yandere! narciso anasui x reader

warning; yandere themes/possessiveness, manipulating, implied murder/death (not of the reader), obsessive love, gender neutral reader lolll, but probably ooc

prompt ; anasui urges you to run away with him after a fight with your parents.

note; my tumblr started glitching out really badly halfway through this. i apologize for any problems within the story!

it was midnight, and your parents were both asleep. three hours before now, you found yourself slapped across the face by your mother and your father's disapproving glare piercing you like a bullet.

both of them met anasui. they didn't like him when you described your newly boyfriend to them months ago, and you thought that if they just met, maybe their views would change, and they'd see he wasn't as possessive or crazy as they said. loud voices echoed in the dining room. anasui and your parents didn't get along at all; his opinions were much different his. they disagreed with every single one of his views, and he disagreed with theirs. the dinner table shook while anasui slammed his hands on the table and walked out of the door, and you chased after him, ignoring your parent's protesting. the same hands were wrapped around your wrists and pulling you closer to him.

"my dear, you can't live like this! you don't realize how terrible your parents are." anasui's words stung you. it hurt to hear him badmouth your parents to your face. you truly loved your parents, but you just didn't understand what was so bad about anasui. his hands stroked your hair, and your tears wet his shoulder through his clothes.

between crying and gasps for air, you managed to speak, "i can't! i love them!" anasui's chin rested on your head, and you could feel him nod in response to your words. "i understand, fully, i promise you, but can't you see? they don't you to be happy." it made sense, but at the same time, it didn't. your parents truly were trying to protect you. every time the listened to you rant about how much you loved your pink-haired boyfriend, their faces turned angry and scolded you, yelling at you to listen to yourself. they called him creepy and possessive, but you knew who you dated. you knew him better than they did, and they just didn't see how happy you were with him.

anasui almost roughly grabbed your shoulders, and pushed you in front of him. "don't you love me, too? i want to be with you, so bad. your essence is the reason i wish to live. i need you badly, more than i need air. i may as well belong to you, and you only you. i don't care how much your parents hate me, i'd rather be the enemy of the world, than live without you."

faux tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. anasui pulled you closer, and bent over to kiss your lips like it was the last thing he'd ever do. the genuine tears on your cheek seemed to mix with his own. you stopped kissing him, pulling away from him. before you could speak.

"are you satisfied with your parents not wanting you to be happy?" anasui's eyes felt piercing, like freshly sharpened knifes. the thought of your parents not wanting you to be happy was absolutely discontering. anasui was the perfect boyfriend. every night you spent together, he promised he'd do anything just to be with you.

you fidgeted anxiously with trembling hands underneath his cold glare. now, the thought of being without from anasui wouldn't cross your mind. of course, it wouldn't never cross his mind, either. "why don't you run away from them? i'll always love you, more than your parents could ever dream of!"

he reached for your hands again, but you swatted them away and turned. how to choose? it was either be with anasui, or be with your parents. "i can't make them upset! it'll piss them off.." it wasn't a lie. they'd probably disown you if you chose to be with anasui.

"my love, piss off your parents, then. it won't make them understand how in love i am, and i can't imagine a world without you."

there you stood in your bedroom, quietly sobbing on your bed. anasui rubbed your shoulder to comfort you while he tossed random items around your room into the half-packed suitcase next to you. only some of the clothes that you really liked were packed inside. anasui told you not to bother with packing all of your clothing; he claimed he would buy his love any piece they wanted. it was 1AM now. both of your parents were asleep while you and your boyfriend snuck out of the house. he carried your bags while you followed behind him. it was weird that he knew to avoid every floorboard that creaked, when you only snuck him in through your bedroom window.

the thought that your parents may have been right about anasui would only cross your mind a few days later while you sat on on the chairs reading some book when he left to run an errand at such a late hour.

"'sui.. it's 11PM. why'd you decide to go to the store now?" your words were met with a low, yet, seemingly cheerful, bit of laughter when anasui's words followed, "i forgot to get the stuff for breakfast for tomorrow morning when i went the other day. is there anything in particular you'd like while i'm there?" anasui smiled while you looked up at him. he ignored your requests to come with him, saying that he wanted to surprise you with the breakfast. which, was unusual. he usually just made your favorite.

fifteen minutes later, you found yourself staring into your phone screen. your notifications were almost all missed calls from both your mother and father. waves of guilt crashed over you. it was painful to see they tried to contact you multiple times. anasui insisted you don't leave a goodbye note, saying that cutting off people meant no goodbyes. they couldn't call the cops since you were grown enough to live on your own. your index finger hovered over the call button on your mom's contact; hesitantly, you began to press the little blue phone icon under the contact "Mom".

"i'm back!" anasui's loud but unusually tranquil voice seemed to echo through the doorway. your finger was fast to click the side button on the phone, and the screen went dark as he walked through, two bags in one hand while he rushed to put the other on your shoulder.

looking back up at him with a smile on your face, you moved up a little to meet his lips. the phone was flat facing down on your thigh, as to not draw suspicion from anasui. sure, it seemed weird, but if he'd be upset if he found out you were trying to communicate with your mother.

"let's go to bed, my love."

anasui's grasp around your waist was firm, but you managed to slip from his touch. the bathroom floor was cold under your bare feet, and the air conditioning wasn't helpful, either. cold air blew onto the uncovered skin on your back, while your fingers shakily went back into your contacts to click on your mom. the picture of the three of you in the contact photo was saddening. you missed your father and mother more than anything.

but.. no. anasui said it was normal to miss people after cutting them off. he always encouraged you not to check in with them after you left. but anasui wasn't here right now. you hesitantly lowered your finger and pressed the 'call' button.

it was weird, though, because there was a ringing coming from the bedroom. inevitably, you could hear creaking and the muffled sound of your mother's ringtone, followed by footsteps approaching the bathroom. panicking, you reached your arm to turn the lock on the bathroom door.

even though you knew anasui was outside the door, he didn't speak a single word. loud knocks could be heard from your side of the door. knocks turned into twisting the doorknob, but he could only find that it was locked. a long sigh was heard on the other side. you went to touch the doorknob, but something felt wrong with it.

15 seconds later, pieces of the doorknob flew to the side while you scrambled into the corner of the bathroom, sitting with your knees to your chest with your arms shielding your face from him. the door was pushed open, and your boyfriend stepped into the room. his hair was messy, and pink strands flew in front of his face.

"sorry, my love.. i didn't mean to scare you like that." anasui's hand found it's way to your face, caressing your cheek while he crouched down to your level. his other arm wrapped around you tightly. "now, why were you trying to call your mother?"

anasui squeezed your shoulders while you sputtered out a series of incoherent bursts, of only apologies for doing this. a frown spread across your boyfriend's face, and he sighed. usually when anasui was mad, the atmosphere was tense and his voice would be loud and booming. but now, your mind raced while everything else felt slow. your boyfriend's voice was calm. anasui stood from his spot on the floor, and bent down to pick you up. he wasn't ever this rough while he carried you.

"let's just go to bed."

note ; this is probably ooc i'm really sorry 😭 please forgive me, my next writing won't be so rushed!!

#df y fic #yandere anasui #narciso anasui x reader #anasui x reader #jojo yandere #part 6 jojo #jjba x reader #stone ocean anasui #narciso anasui #anasui narciso #non-jail au #dollface-yandere

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For the ficlet thingy, 15. Dearest ache

15- dearest // ache

There is a ravager behind him. There's also a ravager in front of him- Etho sucks in a quick breath and sprints a little faster. The hallway is too small to squeeze past either ravager, but he does have a rusty repair kit, and the ladder to the library is in sight. He can wait down there for the ravagers to forget about him and then sneak back out once they've wandered off.

Etho jumps onto the ladder, but just as he's about to start descending, the ravager who was chasing him manages to clip his arm with a tusk. He yelps, and tumbles the rest of the way down the ladder- his com falls out of his hand and bounces onto the floor beside the ladder.

He lands hard, knocking the air out of himself and probably breaking some ribs, if the shooting pain running through them every time he breathes in is any indication. Etho just lays there for a while, listening to his cards run out and his stumbles build up until his clank and hazard are both at max.

The artifact wasn't that good, anyways; it was just 30 embers. He still has three keys left. He's not terribly disappointed by the failure. He lays on the ground and tries to breathe as shallowly as he can and waits for a ravager or a vex to find him and finish him off so that he can respawn.

...except they can't get in here. The library is a safe place. Etho turns his head slightly to look at Rusty. He can't die in here. If he wants to die, he's going to need to get out.

He's not sure he can do that.

He can't just message Tango, either, because Tango's not even online, and he doesn't have his com.

Etho only has one berry left- no where close to enough to heal with. He sits up, gritting his teeth and ignoring the ache that only deepens in his ribs. He just needs to climb up the ladder and let something maul him and then he can go home, or maybe just run the dungeon again.

He can barely sit up, though. Etho breathes in shallow gasps, but it doesn't do much to lessen the pain.

He's stuck. He's stuck in a safe place, and that means that nothing can kill him, and he's stuck. None of the other hermits were even online, last time he checked- they won't know to come looking for him.

Etho keeps his breathing even, and listens to the distant rumbling of ravagers. His ribs ache so badly.

He can do this, though. He just has to get to his feet and then take a step and then maybe another step and then one more step and he'll be at the ladder and then he only has to climb up 25 rungs until he'll be at the top where he can lie down again and wait for some ravager to hear his pathetic gasping and finally finish him off.

So it's basically impossible.

S-stumble! the dungeon stutters. Etho didn't know it could do that. He pats the floor next to him reassuringly, and then slumps back to the ground, trying not to inhale too sharply when the movement jostles him.

Ssssstumble! the dungeon says, sooner than it should, probably. Etho blinks at the ceiling. Either the dungeon is broken or he's spacing out- he sort of hopes it the second. If it is, he might just die of like, a punctured lung or something. That'd be nice.

S-sss-sss-sss- the dungeon says again. Darn. Just broken, then. He'll be waiting here for ages until someone notices he's missing.

Eeet-ho? the dungeon says. Maybe. He might just actually be hallucinating. That's a little worrying.

Etho? the dungeon says again. Concerning. Etho blinks at the ceiling. His ribs ache.

Etho! the dungeon says.

"Huuhhh," Etho says. "Weird. Is this actually happening?"

Yes! says the dungeon. Yes!

"Cool," Etho slurs. "Hey... why?"

Worried... the dungeon says.

"Yeah, I get... wait, no I don't. Aren't you supposed to kill people? For fun?" Etho blinks.

Kill. the dungeon says. Not this.

"Oh yeah," says Etho. "Cool. Could you- get something down here to do that?"

Can't, the dungeon says with a distinctly mournful note.

"Oh, that's okay," Etho says. "Thanks anyways."

Okay? the dungeon asks. Be okay?

"I'll get there," Etho says. "Just... gotta respawn. Someone will notice I'm in here eventually."

Help? the dungeon asks.

"I don't know how," Etho admits. "I'm just- waiting. Wait with me?"

Yesss, the dungeon agrees. Wait with you.

"Thanks," Etho says. "Yeah... let Tango know I'm here when he gets online? I'm gonna... nap..."

Okay, says the dungeon. Wait with you. Bring Tango.

"Great," Etho says, blinking his eyes shut. Man, but his ribs ache. Maybe he'll be dead by the time he wakes up. Hopefully.

Sleep, dearest champion, the dungeon says, almost tenderly.

"Whazzat?" Etho asks, squinting his eyes open to stare at the ceiling, but the dungeon has gone silent again accept for the occasional distant jingle of treasure and screech of vex. "Okay. Whatever." He passes out.

#ficlet #the relationship between a dungeon and its champion is something that can be so personal <3 #ethoslab