#so i pulled the all time problem solver

[delicatepointofview]

— Harry attending the Manchester United vs Luton Town football match (February 18th, 2024)

#found the damn thing in full hq #but still sucked in color #so i pulled the all time problem solver #b&w filter #harry styles #harrystylesedit #stylesnews #stylesedits #hljournal #hlcreators #gif*

[cherryredstars]

well well well..

walks inside in a cartoonish manner and pushes glasses up

let me say i FLEW to the app when i saw the hobie notif. delicious.

an extreme edging hobie brown fic? 😊 like MANY times?? as many as you think he could take?? him passing out after nutting too hard when he is finally allowed?? i need that man crying and twitching 👍

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Edging, Passing Out

Summary: This is why he doesn’t believe in it. 

Word Count: 1.8K (Not Edited)

This was supposed to be fun. 

You said it was going to be fun. Different, but fun. And Hobie, he likes different. He likes fun. He likes you. So of course he agreed. He always agreed to things of that sort, besides the times he didn't agree to those types of things because that’s being consistent and Hobie doesn’t believe in consistency (unless it’s you because that’s the only good kind of consistency). You know, Hobie always got himself into all types of trouble. It’s made him a quick thinker, a really good problem solver. There was very little that he couldn’t save himself from. 

He couldn’t save himself from this one. 

You looked like one bloody seducer, on your knees before him with that look on your fucking face. So innocent and pure and mischievous and rebellious. Everything and anything and nothing all at once. Perfect, absolutely perfect and mind boggling. 

And everything felt so good. Too good and too much and too little and in need of more. More and more and more. And you gave it to him. In the right doses, or too little, or too much, or too far inbetween, or too close together. Did he mention it was too much? Because it was, it was a lot. But it was a good a lot, but it was also a bad a lot, but a good bad a lot. If you know you know, but if you don’t you’re definitely doing something wrong. 

But you weren’t doing it wrong. Your hands and mouth and fucking tight ass walls were doing it right. And usually that isn’t a problem, but today it is. It’s a problem because it’s Hobie’s problem and you’re making it his problem. Because when you said it was going to be fun, you meant it as going to be fun for you. Not Hobie, you. Because your idea of fun is making men suffer and reducing them to whimpering messes, which Hobie would usually salute you for on any other occasion. But he can’t because, well he can’t think very clearly anymore and he’s the man you’ve decided to make suffer. So there is very little to salute at the moment. 

You’re moving your hand in a way he can’t stand because it feels so good and gets him close too soon and what’s the fun in something ending prematurely? Your hands are soft, tugging on him roughly as your other hand cups his tip and rubs rapid circles around it. It has his hips bucking, curses spilling from his mouth. His hand is behind your head, his own thrown back as he pleads for you to stop and to keep going. He can’t really decide what he wants from you at the moment. 

You’re fucking laughing at him though, cooing and asking him if he’s alright. If he wasn’t getting the best handjob of his life he would shoot something snarky and flirtatious back at you, but he is currently getting the best handjob of his life so you’ll have to wait. Well, he was getting the best handjob of his life. He isn’t anymore because you’ve decided to be a fucking menace and pull your hands away right before he was going to get his bloody release. It has his whole body, mostly his cock, twitching in denial. His hips are still bucking up, humping the air and trying to prolong the quickly vanishing stimulation from your hands. He’s panting heavily, chest heaving and he groans. 

Do you have to be so damn consistent? This is why he hates consistency. Consistency ain’t no fun for no one. Especially for Hobie, which is why he doesn’t believe in it. But it’s a bloody shame that you believe in consistency. Because you’re using consistency against him and it’s getting in the way of his orgasms. And, you don’t fuck with a man and his orgasms. But he’s not going to say that out loud because he’s sure it sounds egotistical or narcissistic or whatever the fuck. He doesn’t know at the moment, his brain is too busy short circuiting. Come back later. But back to consistency. Did he mention he hates it? Because he does, but you don’t. You just love consistency and edging him for no good reason besides it being ‘fun’.

“Love, you’re being consistent.” Hobie mumbles in between pants. “We don’t like consistency.”

You hum in disagreement, shutting him up with your mouth. On his cock. On his sensitive cock that has not had a release in the past 3 hours. He would have came around seven, wait no its eight, times by now if it weren’t for your desire to torture him. But maybe that’s okay. Can’t think again, your mouth feels too good soothing that ache in his cock. Making up your mind is overrated anyways.

You’re letting out exaggerated sounds around his cock, sending vibrations up his length. It causes him to whine, both of his hands falling to your head. He guides your movements, fucking into your mouth. You quickly pull away, saliva flowing down your chin. You remove his hands away from your head, getting rid of any control he has over your movements. It causes him to whine out again, huffing like a spoiled child. He’ll behave if you want him too. He just needs you to start sucking him off again, and maybe to make him come, but he definitely needs to feel your mouth around him again. He presses his hips up towards your face, offering his cock back to you with whimpers and slurred pleading. 

You smile up at him as you begin jerking him off again, slipping him back into your mouth. You bob your head rapidly, lashes fluttering everytime you bring him to the back of your throat. He hisses when you gag around him, your throat contracting around his tip. He’s so close to exploding again, his hands bunching up his sheets to use as leverage so he can thrust into your mouth. You keep your head still, letting him fuck into you. He whines, moaning and grunting. This is it, this has to be it. You’re gonna let him come this time. You’re going to let him fill up your mouth. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyesyes,” he babbles to himself, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His face scrunches up, eyes watering behind his lids from the pleasure. His mouth drops wide open as he moans, preparing to succumb to the feelings of release. 

He doesn’t get it though. You pull back again and his eyes snap open. He lets himself fall to his back on the bed, tears spilling from his eyes at your betrayal. His body is twitching again, jumping from the sensitivity he feels. This isn’t fun at all.

Your face comes to view, hovering over his. You’ve wiped the spit off your face, but Hobie turns away from you. You coo gently at him, turning his face back towards you and giving him sweet kisses along his cheeks in apology. He can only whine under you, his hands grabbing at your ass desperately. His cock is in need of attention, veins protruding from the skin and glossy from spit and precum. 

You distract him from the pain with a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into it. He pulls away with a loud groan, heading falling back as you sink onto him. You’re warm and tight, walls molding to the shape of his cock. His dick is a twitching mess, jumping inside of you in excitement. You let out a mix of moans and giggles, feeling precum leaving his tip in preparation. Your hands fall to his chest in support, rotating your hips experimentally. 

Hobie’s grip tightens, his accent growing thick as he babbles. He begs for more, tears still flowing from his eyes as he tries to move your hips faster. You comply, moving one of your hands to his thigh, leaning back as you buck your hips. He’s surprised he hasn’t finished already, eyes rolling back as he curses. Your moans mix with his loud whimpers, beginning to bounce. Hobie writhes on the bed, twisting his body and moving his hips desperately. He moans in displeasure when you slow down, practically motionless besides the slow and small circling of your hips. 

Of course, it was too good to be true. He lolls his head to the side, a pathetic and pleading look in his eyes. It makes you smile condescendingly, your hand falling to his cheek. He leans into the touch, but he has a scrunched up look on his face. 

“What is it, darling? You look sad,” You pout teasingly to him and he whines back a muffled ‘please’. You tilt your head in false confusion, blinking nicely down at him. 

Hobie bucks his hips up, almost throwing you off if it weren’t for your hands planted on his body, “Please, just- fuck- please just move.”

Your smile grows bigger, slowly building back to the rapid pace you set before. Hobie moans out in content, his hands grabbing you everywhere he can reach. He’s a desperate mess, thanking you in slurred words and begging you not to stop. Your thighs are beginning to burn with how forcefully they hit his skin, your own orgasm fast approaching. You decide you’ve tortured him enough, giving the last of your energy to get you off. You finish quickly, staining him in your release. It triggers his own, a loud and guttural yell leaving him as he fills you. It’s hot and warm and never-ending. You fall forward, burying your face into his neck as you cry out. It drips out of you as more and more replaces it, coating his cock in white. It feels like hours when he finally stops spilling into you, leaving you a panting mess. Hobie’s hold on you slackens, and the rapid heaving of his chest begins to die down. 

It takes you a bit longer to catch your breath, kissing Hobie’s neck as it finally calms, “Holy fuck, there was so much.”

You giggle to yourself, waiting for Hobie to join along. Your brows furrow when he remains silent. You slowly pull away from his skin, calling his name questionably. You’re left in shock when you see his calm face, eyes shut as he sleeps. You laugh in disbelief, gently slapping his face to wake him up. His eyes are foggy and scrunched when he opens them, moaning weakly at you. 

‘Hobie, babe, you gotta stay up. We need to clean up.” Hobie shakes his head stubbornly, wrapping his arms around you to pull you back down on him. You can feel his breath slowing down as he falls back into sleep.

“You’re a bloody fucking menace.”

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[hotchfiles]

↪ day twelve. dinner party stories — #marchhotchness

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [family line] ❞

pairing: hotchner x fem!reader. summary: he snickers when he secretly whispers you that and you’re sure this is the family you were born to be after all, it just took you a little while to find it. or: aaron shows what the unconditional love of a family should be like. content warnings: not proofread, a lot of family issues brought up, weight gain mention (negatively once, then positively), reader's parents being annoying and kind of mean. word count: 2.4K

aaron sees it in your eyes, in your breathing, in the way you move. he sees it in the way you’ve been playing more with your necklace and by how you can’t seem to stop spinning your engagement ring around your finger. he hasn’t seen you this anxious in months, and back then you were working on finishing your dissertation and it collided with the company you worked at losing clients, it was chaos. he knew right now there was no chaos in sight, so it could only mean one thing. 

“honey, did you speak to your parents recently?” his voice is always as soft as a feather when talking to you, even in the rare instances you argue. 

you turn from the scrabble pieces and set your wine glass down, not minding the interruption to the cozy game when his voice sounded like that and his eyes looked at you like you were something so precious you could break. 

“no, babe, why d’you ask?” 

“you’re fidgeting like an hyperactive kid who hasn’t been put on ritalin yet lately.” his explanation catches you off guard in a way that you almost reprehend him saying his name in a high pitched voice and slapping his arm in between laughter. his smirk shows you just how accomplished he feels that he made you laugh like that. 

aaron takes both of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and urging you to talk with him just by the way he looked into your eyes, eagerly waiting for you to vent about what was making you so restless. 

“i haven’t told them about the engagement yet. i want to have them over for dinner, to share the news but they are so…” you sigh profoundly, looking up to the ceiling trying to finish that though in a way that made sense. “difficult.” 

aaron knows what difficult really means. it means patronizing. it means unsupportive. unwilling. unhelpful. it doesn’t mean unloving, but it means old fashioned in a way that it feels unloving. “we could have dinner in a nice restaurant instead, to ease up some of that pressure.” he suggests, always the problem solver. 

“it would be perfect, handsome, but we did that last time…” your voice trails off, laying your head on his lap, urging him to gently pass his fingers through your hair by that act alone, cozying up to him in an attempt to ignore the problem at hand. 

hotch follows your lead, not forgetting to place a kiss on your forehead, but also, not letting the problem go. “and my dear future mother in law will start dropping hints again that we don’t want them here.” you nod quietly. “alright. don’t call. text her inviting them over with the details. less talking.” 

you groan, “she will complain about that too…”

“once they’re here.” he kisses your forehead, “so it’s only one,” and your nose, “night,” your right cheek, “of,” your left cheek, and you’re already grinning like an idiot, holding in your laughter at his boyishness, “complaining.” aaron finishes, brushing his lips against yours. you nod and pull your head up slightly, finally connecting you two in a sweet slow kiss.

you get your big girl pants on after a delicious making out session with your fiance, the scrabble pieces long forgotten as you gulp down your whole glass of wine and pick up your phone. his hair is messy, his cheeks are flushed and he grins at you with reassurance pouring from his sweet eyes as you send your mother the text, throwing your phone back to the table before seeing a response and going back straight to his arms.

he made it easier, always. helped you sort your feelings out, helped you find out the less stressing way to solve your problems. it was a joy to have him, to watch how he talked to jack and see how it should be.

more often than you would like to admit, you caught yourself thinking wow my parents would not let that slide, and then you would be faced with the reality that they were in the wrong, not aaron.

you talked to him about it once, asked how could he be so sweet and so effortlessly so to jack, his answer came quickly, no hesitation: jack had lost enough, losing his trust on his dad was not something aaron would let happen, he didn’t want jack to go through what he had as a child.

then it clicked to you once more, how you would never want to treat your hypothetical children like you had been treated too. 

you try not to think too much about these things too often nowadays, but even as you laid on aaron’s chest and felt his fingers lightly, softly, trace designs on your skin, now all you could think about was the damned dinner.

your mom wasn’t too judgy when it came to what you cooked, your dad was and annoyingly so, always had some remark about what would have made the food better, just like he did to your mother back home. 

so first thing you did the next morning was think through all dinners and remarks and find something you could do following his tips to lessen the complaining, aaron’s idea, of course. 

“he always says my lasagna is delicious but too dry,” you mumble to yourself, but not really, you have your earphones on and aaron on call, in the office doing reports he was able to entertain you as you picked up ingredients for extra sauce.

you can hear him smiling, the sound of his aggressive pen on paper stopping for a second, “even rossi loves your lasagna, it is delicious. just give your father a bowl full of sauce, he will be happier.” you snort and he goes back to his papers, satisfied to have made you laugh through the stress.

gathering the rest of the ingredients is easy enough, you’re already used to the grocery store’s layout and setup, you keep him on the line either way, a tradition you both kept whenever you were doing monotonous tasks, even when he didn’t speak, listening to his breathing, the shuffling of papers and his pen quickly making work through all his reports made you smile, calmed you down.

hotch thought it was silly at first, but quickly warmed up to it when he heard you softly,  secretive so, humming songs to yourself as you worked on your own reports, or went shopping, not to mention how adorable he found you to be when you forgot he was on the line and jumped scared as he spoke something.

most of all, he loved being immersed in a paper trail and being surprised by a hey i love you right in his ear as if you were there.

it pained him to know how much of yourself you tried to mute down to please your parents when he loved every single tiny piece of what made you… you.  

hotch excused himself from the call to talk to rossi just as you were about to go back home, satisfied you convinced him to get rossi’s sauce recipe. 

“hers is great, why does she need mine?” rossi sound almost exasperated, as if hotch himself had said something about your cooking. he is quick to reassure that’s not the case and explain how you’re trying to please your father, dave doesn’t seem that much happier about it, always pleased with the dishes you made for dinner parties at his mansion, but he still takes his phone and sends you a voice note explaining each step of his homemade tomato sauce. “anything else?”

“i need a favor as well. i’m gonna need the next weekend off for this.” hotch begins, he knows rossi would never mind that, no one would, in fact most people from the bureau agreed he needed time off. “i know myself enough, i need to be completely off, no calls, no briefings.” he’s learnt his lesson from too many past mistakes, if he knows the case, if he knows the team needs him, he will be putting his job above anything else, aaron can’t afford to do that anymore, so he prevents it. 

his left thumb rubs the side of his index finger, his way to calm his racing thoughts, just the possibility of ruining this dinner has him anxious, this little habit of his was something he hadn’t even noticed he did before he met you. it was one of his tells and he never realized before you took his hand in yours and looked sweetly into his eyes saying you’re stimming, what’s wrong? in the softest tone he had ever heard anyone speak to him. 

you were always quick to notice if anyone around you didn’t feel well, always a caretaker, it was a sight to take in and a pain to prove you so, being seen as selfish your whole life at home. 

that day he got home late, jack was doing his homework with your help while you worked on a few things on your laptop—a presentation you needed to finish soon as possible to get the next friday off. 

his office had become a shared office with your help, a u shaped desk where both of you could work being one of the first changes you made to it as soon as you moved in, it was perfect and it gave jack space to sit close to either of you when he needed help.

the sides faced the walls while and front faced the window where you and jack sat, focused, it gave hotch time to lean in the door frame and watch you both.

“i’m not sure about that one, jack-jack…” you stop typing to read the question in his book again, impressed with how little you remember of school math. “if i google this up, promise not to tell your teacher?” aaron clears his throat at the question, catching your attention and making you laugh: caught in the act. 

“no google, buddy, sorry.” jack scrunches his nose at his father’s ruling out, a loud groan coming from his pre teen little voice. 

“told ya we should have started this earlierrrr—“ you tease the boy, insinuating you two would have been able to find the answer online without his dad knowing then, you ruffle his short hair softly, loving the endearing smile he always gives you when you do that.

his smile quickly turns into a yawn, the weight of the time stamped on aaron’s watch getting to jack’s eyes, “i’m sleepy.” 

“‘you can finish tomorrow, let’s get you two to bed, buddy.” 

hotch picks jack up and the young hotchner is nothing but a ball of giggles, always saying he’s too big for that now, but obviously still loving the attention. 

“enjoy while you can, jack-jack, your old man is not getting any younger.” 

“yeah? i’m carrying your ass to bed soon too, my back can handle you both for years still.” you and jack both laugh at him. it’s always almost as if a harsh mask melted when he got home, in its place would remain his soft features and the bickering you loved so dearly. 

it was warm. and kind. even when he came back home stressed, you never had to worry about accidentally setting him off or saying the wrong thing. it was a completely different dynamic than what you were used to. 

it takes a few minutes for hotch to come back, but he comes ready to make true of his promise, hands straight to your waist to carry you, tickling his way into your defenses, he laughs at your laughter and at how easy you melt to his touch. “i’m just finishing this up, babyy—“ your voice is purposefully whiny, pouting at him and getting a kiss in return, “go eat your dinner while i do it, i heated it up when i got your text!”

he stops trying to pull you up his shoulder or around his waist then, the look he gives you then reminds you of why you fell for him: sweet like caramel, always betraying his known frown. 

aaron looks at you like every act of kindness you do makes him fall in love again, and it does. he traces your features with his thumb in silence, the mix of his calloused fingers and the softness of his actions makes you sigh, leaning into it.

“i love you. i love our little family.” he kisses your forehead and leaves you to your presentation before you can even reply, before you can’t even tell him the two hotchner boys are the first healthy family you’ve ever been in.

you don’t even mind your dad complaining about your lasagna having way too much sauce the week after. aaron eats for the both of them, compliments every single decision you made while cooking.

the second your mother tells you you’ve been gaining weight, aaron replies with a simple “if anything, we’re both getting bigger and happier.” a squeeze tight to your knee, stopping you from tearing up at how that was the only thing your mother did notice.

they seemed happy about the engagement, but not too sure you’ll be able to care for him and his child as they needed to be cared for. you’re forgetful. you’re not maternal. you worry about work too much.

you’re not even sure how good news could lead to such rambling about your flaws but again, before you can either cry or lose control and yell—aaron comes in, his soft smile being completely betrayed by his furrowed brows and stern tone. he’s trying to be polite. “we take care of each other well, and together we care for jack. it works. we work.”

it’s simple but effective, what he wants is to shield you, to tell them how lucky they are you grew up as kind and hardworking when all they did was bring you down and doubt your feelings and your dreams.

he wants to show them drawings jack made of you and essays he wrote about his family. 

but for now he settles on being polite. there’s still the whole wedding preparation and the actual wedding to go through. he has time to do all that. right now he just makes sure to show you and them how much he supports you and how nothing they can ever say will change how he sees you. 

at least he’s glad his mother is dead, one less problematic in law to deal with.

he snickers when he secretly whispers you that and you’re sure this is the family you were born to be after all, it just took you a little while to find it.

#lari writes sometimes #lari march hotchness #marchhotchness #just about a month late #i was going to write the whole dinner then i was like you know what #no need #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

[two-sibyls-tall]

two-sibyls-tall official (dc) fic rec list:

OFFICIAL WARNING: FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD, READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU READ THE FIC

these fics are all ones I have reread many times- therefore each fic rec has a short summary afterwards that I wrote based on which scenes I randomly remember and want to reread so future me can find it easier.

miss me? - Jason came back to Gotham and attempted to torment his old family with his presence. Three of them have been mourning him so much that they don't even realize he's not a hallucination.

successor - Tim finds out who the Red Hood is early, and accidentally solves the whole problem.

Obedience - When captured by the Mad Hatter, Tim is chipped and forced to comply with any order that he's given. The batfamily doesn't notice for over a month.

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress - Oh no. The Waynes keep getting kidnapped. Hopefully the Justice League will help, since Batman is an urban myth and all.

problem solver - Tim's been stuck in a time loop that resets at 1 am, so he's not particularly worried when he kills Damian at 12:59. Then the clock hits 1:01.

one step forward - Jason has slowly been reintegrating himself with the Bats. Unfortunately, Dick doesn't seem eager to forgive OR forget. Dick thinks that maybe his hallucinations of Jason are getting out of control.

In This or Any Other Universe - Dick Grayson travels to the Batman (2022) universe with just enough time to pull Bruce's reputation out of the dirt and catch a circus performance.

Baby Birds and Bat Caves - Tim Drake has found a way to the Batcave! The other tunnels that he passes with lazarus pits, forgotten gods, and concerning mushrooms are a fantastic backdrop for his new haunted radio show.

Call and Response - The Bird Call is a series of identifying whistles used by the Batfamily to check in without needing comms. The Bird Call is later used to bring a wayward Robin home.

Asimov’s Integral - Robot!Tim is NOT family- he’s only allowed in the Manor for as long as he helps fix Robot!Jason. Bruce keeps forgetting to tell him that’s no longer the case.

The Second Son - All the Waynes have been kidnapped in civvies. Oracle contacts the only vigilante in the city, Red Hood, to help them.

!! Shameless Self-Promotion Time !!

i've watched you so long, screamed your name - Timothy Jackson Drake was shot and killed at 8 years old. Six years later, he becomes Robin.

^^ This fic is one I wrote! From this fic you can go down two roads: The series 'my mind turns your life into folklore' focuses on Young Justice (yj98 from the comics, to be clear) and how they find family with a few supernatural perks. The series 'can't turn back now, i'm haunted' focuses on the Batfamily and their path to discovering that Tim is a ghost.

#please enjoy! #dc #dc batman #dc comics #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #bruce wayne #batman #stephanie brown #spoiler #cassandra cain #black bat #orphan #barbara gordon #oracle #batgirl #duke thomas #the signal #yj98 #young justice #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfics #fanfiction

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Sonny Carisi: Tears For A Good Man 

I was writing a Nick Amaro story. This popped into my head, and it wouldn’t let go. My first attempt at another one of my favorite SVU men Carisi. I was nervous to write him, but I had so much fun with it. Someone has to tell me if I hit his character right.  

Your mind is in a whirlwind. You have no idea how you’ve come to be at this spot in your life. It doesn’t feel real. Your life wasn’t like this. Good things just didn’t happen to you like this. So, you just watched the scene play out in front of you through misty eyes. Time had slowed, and words were taking longer to process adding to the surreal state. 

Sonny didn’t notice as he pulled Chinese food boxes from a paper bag and set them on your desk. He was chatting animally, about how he wasn’t sure if you were still trying to cut back on carbs, and that you really didn’t need to. He had been craving Chinese and he thought you should eat some too. He honestly liked his woman with meat on their bones, curves, he was Italian after all. But he had gotten you a salad too.   

You had been the one complaining to him last week that since you had started seeing him two months ago you had gained almost ten pounds and now your pants were tight. Sonny was an amazing cook and he loved to feed you. You loved to eat his cooking, but he couldn’t really be okay with you gaining weight, could he? No man was like that. They were visual, they wanted their woman to look like they had just walked off the runway impossibly small. It had been a hard pill to swallow as you had started dating in high school. As you had gotten older it hadn’t gotten better. Men had a way of giving women body issues.   

“I got you a Coke before I remembered that you're giving up pop too. So, I got you a Raspberry Lemonade instead.” He was setting the drinks on the desk as he spoke, “Then I remembered how much sugar it had and got you water. I got tell you though doll, a salad and water doesn’t sound like much of a meal to me.” There was a twinge of exasperation in his voice. 

You feel tears start to roll down your face. Sonny had only texted you an hour beforehand to see if you had time for a quick lunch. You had expected to just meet him somewhere, you didn’t have a lot of time but enough to sit down and eat. You hadn't expected him to come over with a feast of Chinese food for the both of you, a salad if you decided you wanted to continue your healthy eating, and three different drinks because honestly who did that? You would blame the tears on PMS because in what world does a girl start crying because her boyfriend is being nice and respectful to her.  

When Sonny turns and sees your tears, he cuts off midsentence concern written all over his face. “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?” You can’t say anything emotions bubbling up through your stomach. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to.” You roll your eyes at yourself for being stupid, not him. When Sonny sees it, he doesn’t interpret it that way. He reaches for you putting a hand on your shoulder. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Is it because I brought that salad? Honey, I don’t want you to eat that. I was just,” He groaned bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to be respectful of your decisions. In hindsight, I can see how it looks bad though.” His voice is tense and then changes to a more upbeat problem-solving tone, “I’ll just go get you something different. Anything you want, just tell me.” 

You shake your head at the absolute absurdity of this situation. You finally find your voice, “Sonny please, stop.” He pauses near the closed door of your office. “It’s not the salad. I-I'm just being stupid.” He walked back up to you, caressing your tearstained cheek and wiping at the stray tears with his thumb. Sonny had always been a problem solver, so his mind went to the next possible problem.  

“Am I moving too fast again?” That was something you had told Sonny. It had been in a serious conversation right as you agreed to start a relationship where you had admitted that his confidence and speed of the relationship scared your jaded fragile heart. You had admitted none of your relationships had lasted over six months and that you were nervous about ruining the good thing that the two of you had. “I’m trying to keep it slow baby, but it’s something new to me. I didn’t think lunch would be a big deal. I mean we have before-” Your lower lip trembled as you saw the frustration in his face. You were forcing your insecurity onto him.  

“No Sonny, you're not.” You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to you, he is stunned for a minute before returning the embrace heartily rubbing you back comfortingly. “Thank you,” You whisper in his ear squeezing him tighter. 

“Um, I-I'm not going to lie doll, I’m coming up empty on this one.” One of his hands is still rubbing your back, the other twisted into your hair. Your next words make the tension fall from his shoulders as he kisses your head before tucking it back under his chin. 

“Thank you, for showing me what a good man is really like.”

I know it was short, but this was just to get my feet wet. I love Sonny but I’ve never written a character like him before. I hope everyone finds their Carisi. If you haven’t, you're in good company. Love you guys xoxo                   

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 62)

Alexia Putellas x Character (22)

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Alexia POV

There was something about the way that Ridley took care of everything that Alexia was obsessed with. Her entire life she’d been the one doing that. She’d been the dominant one, the one who made the decisions, cleaned up after messes of players or amongst friends. It became her identity without her actually choosing that, and so that’s how people thought of her. Alexia Putellas, the Captain. Alexia Putellas, the problem solver. Alexia Putellas, la Reina.

It wasn’t a burden all the time. She did enjoy it sometimes, though she was so used to it that she didn’t realise just how incredibly relieving it felt to be the one looked after. With Ridley, she knew she always had a choice, and yet she still took away her burdens without even trying. She wasn’t worried about paparazzi, or what she was wearing, or about her knee. Everything took a backseat because the demeanour of the Australian was very much that of confidence and an all-encompassing awareness. For Alexia, tonight was about her taking some of that burden away from her by organising their dinner, reassuring her that she was there, and just being friends… who flirted. They both enjoyed and encouraged that, though.

Their car ride was silent, but not awkward. In fact, they both wore smiles on their faces that they couldn’t seem to rid themselves of. Alexia couldn’t help but stare at her as she drove. Ridley had that little smirk playing around her lips; her mind clearly somewhere it was happy. She wondered if she were thinking about her.

She watched her thumb absentmindedly stroking the steering wheel and wished it were doing that on her thigh instead. But tonight, they were friends. Alexia needed a friend... as much as she wanted Ridley to pull the car over and fuck her senseless in the back seat.

Another thing Alexia wasn't used to. Wanting to be submissive. She never had before, but that’s just another uniqueness she drew out of her.

On the contrary, the thought of Ridley under her was… enticing. She wondered what sounds she’d make as she came. Would she even want to be under her?

“Stop thinking about sex, Lex.” Ridley said in English, smiling at the rhyming.

Alexia’s eyes widened. “I… wasn’t.”

They stopped at a red light and Ridley turned to her and softly put her fingertips under her chin. “Don’t lie to me, la Reina.” She said it softly, though her eyes flashed. “Ever. Let’s both agree to never lie to each other.”

Alexia could feel herself turning into a submissive mess.

“Okay. I agree.”

Ridley didn’t remove her fingers until she was satisfied that she was telling the truth. “Good girl.”

Although those words made her wet, Alexia had a moment of strength as she slapped her hand.

“That’s not very ‘friends’ of you.”

Ridley smirked as she began to drive.

Alexia continued to tease, reminding herself who she was. La Reina. “But I guess, you’re usually touchy with your ‘friends’, aren’t you?”

“I deserved that.” The Australian laughed and then looked at her with that natural flirt of hers. “You don’t want to be my friend?”

They both knew it was just that, a tease. A rhetorical one at that. Up until that point, Ridley had seemed to almost be avoiding sex with her for fear of emotional proximity.

She answered anyways. “We both know how that went last time.”

Ridley nodded slowly. “One of my larger regrets.”

Alexia put her out of her misery. “But yes, I do want to be your friend. I’d like that.”

They were talking about actual friendship now, nothing else, and Ridley’s responding smile was everything to her.

“I’ll do that,” Ridley insisted. The waiter stepped aside as she pushed Alexia’s seat in and moved to sit opposite her.

He gave them their menus, read out the specials, and then left them.

“You look surprised..”

“I’ve never been here before,” she murmured as she looked around. “Lucy has good taste.”

Lucy had originally made the booking a while ago, intending on taking Blau when she planned on spending a night in London. Then the accident had happened and although they could have gone, Blau felt more comfortable at home until she could walk.

“Well she does eat a lot.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

There was something stress-free about talking in Spanish around people who most likely couldn’t understand them. They received a few looks and in an even amount as Alexia was well-known and Ridley was… Ridley.

“What are you thinking?”

“The chicken piccata. And you?”

“Beef Wellington.”

“Hm, that sounded nice.”

“Would you like to share?”

Alexia caught her eye. It was a genuine request. “I’d like that.”

The waiter came over at Ridley’s gesture and took their order and left.

“I have a request.”

“Shoot.”

“I want you to let me pay you back for the physio.”

“Ah. Request denied.”

“Ridley…”

“No.”

“Ridle-”

“Nada.”

“Rid-”

“Nope.”

“Lee!” She had no idea where it came from, but it certainly got her attention. Ridley tilted her head, her eyes wondrous. A few seconds of silence fell.

“Say it again,” she murmured, her eyes on her lips.

Alexia took a breath. “Lee.”

She saw her pupils dilate. Was she not used to nicknames? Riddles. Romeo.

“Lex and Lee, hm? And your accent makes it much cuter.”

She struggled to not respond to the flirting. “Let me pay you back please?”

“No.”

“You can pay for that, or you can pay for dinner, but you’re not doing both.”

“Watch me.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?”

“It’s not a regular occurrence...”

“You’re annoying.”

“I think you mean ‘chivalrous’.”

Alexia was fighting a losing battle against a brick wall, but she could be sneaky as well. “Argh. I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Don’t get lost now.”

She rolled her eyes and when she was out of sight, she bee-lined for the cashier and gave them her credit card for the table, insisting they use it for their meal. She left it there and headed to the bathroom so it wouldn’t be so obvious before going back to the table.

She tried to hide her smug smile when she returned, though it disappeared when she twisted her knee wrong as she went to sit.

Alexia sharply inhaled a breath as she all but fell into the seat Ridley was holding. She was down by her side immediately.

“Lex…” she worried. “Your knee?”

“I turned stupidly. It’s okay.”

Ridley’s hand went to her knee and started to feel around.

“Let me take your heels off.”

“They’re only small. And it’s a really nice restaurant.” Alexia murmured as she looked around, wondering if it looked to people like Ridley was proposing.

“Eyes on me.” Alexia’s eyes found Ridley’s immediately. “Don’t worry about anyone else. Let me take them off, please?”

Alexia nodded. Ridley was right.

She enjoyed the feel of her fingers along her ankles a little too much, not realising just how sensitive that part of her body was. Unfortunately, she was too quick for her to really enjoy it, though perhaps that was a good thing. She had already been surprised once in the bathroom by how wet she was from their car ride.

Ridley returned to her seat and patted her thigh.

“Really?”

She didn’t answer, just patted it again and held her eyes. Alexia lifted her leg and placed her ankle on her thigh under the table, Ridley holding it there with a hand gripping the lower part of her calf. Her hand slid further up then, slowly, sensually, and Ridley watched her expression carefully as she did so. Alexia forgot how to breath, how to speak, how to be a human. Her expression must have said all of the above, because Ridley smirked.

Her hand stopped at her knee and began to massage it exactly where she needed, her expert fingers kneading away the tension in her soreness and increasing the tension inside of her. She could have come right then and there.

They sat in that comfortable silence while her fingers worked her knee and all around. By the time she gave her leg back, the waiter was on his way over with the food.

They ate half of their plates each, and then switched as they said they would. They talked about what they missed in Spain, about Chiquito, about flying.

Their plates were cleared while they were still talking away, just enjoying the company of each other. They didn’t care that there was a hundred other people around them, nor that the sun had set, nor that outside it was now raining heavily, battering down onto the roof. They only had eyes for each other.

The waiter handed them a dessert menu, and again Alexia wasn’t sure if she should, and so they agreed to just share one between the two.

“Just one menu for her, please.” Ridley told him before smiling at her. “Your choice.”

Her choice. Of course it was. It always was with Ridley. She didn’t need long to decide.

“The éclair please…”

“With two plates please,” Ridley added, Alexia enjoying hearing her Australian accent in English. He nodded and left. “The éclair? Naughty.”

“You said you liked anything with custard…”

Ridley hadn’t seen the menu, so she didn’t know. She looked excited. “It’s filled with custard?!”

“Vanilla custard, yes.” Alexia felt like she’d done something right. She was proud of herself.

They returned easily to their talks, the conversation flowing easily. Watching Ridley’s excited face when the éclair came out was the highlight of her night.

She closed her eyes as she took that first bite, nodding in agreement with the dessert. Alexia couldn’t help but use that opportunity to take a little cream from the top and decorate her nose with it.

Her eyes opened mid roll. “Really? You’re lucky you look too stunning tonight to return the favour.”

Instead, she wiped it off with one finger and placed her elbow on the table, extending it towards her. It was a challenge to see what she would do in a room full of people.

And so Alexia did something she would never do in public. She took Ridley’s hand in between her own and made sure to keep her eyes as she sucked the cream from the tip of her finger. The excitedly surprised look that Ridley gave her as she watched was worth it.

“Mmn. Thank you.”

“You never fail to surprise me.”

They finished off the éclair and Ridley called for the check. Alexia hid her smirk as she bill came, though it disappeared quickly.

“The bill is paid. Here is your card, ma’am.” He extended a black card to Ridley. She thanked him as he left. Ridley winked at her and reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve another card. She held it up between her first two fingers.

“This is yours, I believe?”

Alexia’s eyes widened. “What? When?”

“When you were in the bathroom, of course. You’re far too predictable.” She said as she winked.

Alexia snatched the card and put it back in her wallet. She needed to get better. She needed to outplay Ridley.

“I’ll get you back for this.”

“You’ll try.” Ridley picked up her high heels with her cast hand and offered her other to the footballer. “Shall we?”

It was absolutely bucketing down outside.

“England weather,” Alexia grumbled.

“Happiness, remember?” Ridley gestured to her necklace. “Would you like me to bring the car right up here?”

“I don’t mind the rain actually… but the puddle…”

The car wasn’t far, it was just across the road, but a puddle that looked shin deep ran up the curb closest to them as the drain must have been blocked.

Alexia looked down to her bare feet and back, shivering at the cold.

“Come here.” Ridley took her jacket off and put it on Alexia. She would have fought it, but she knew better with Ridley, and she was already so cold. She pulled her into her chest and rubbed her back until she was a little warmer.

“Here’s my key.” She said as she gave it to Alexia and pointed to a button. “When we get close, push this button.”

“What? Why-”

She didn’t finish her sentence before she was lifted off the ground.

“Lee!”

Ridley smirked down at her, those gold flecks dancing in her eyes. “Chivalry is never dead around me.”

The rain hit them hard, but Ridley didn’t falter. She walked them over to the car, wading through the now knee deep water. Alexia pressed her face to her body to shield it from the rain, though she was already soaked and almost not wanting to admit that she was enjoying herself.

She pressed the button to open the doors when they were closer and Ridley placed her gently down in the passenger seat.

“Not so bad, hm?” She shook her wet hair near Alexia’s body like a dog which earnt her a slap.

They stumbled through the front door of Ridley’s penthouse late at night, both soaking wet and laughing. Chiquito took one look at their rain-soaked bodies and padded away.

“I’m never getting this dress off.”

At this point, the rain had moulded it to her body. Ridley chuckled. “Turn around.”

She helped her shrug her jacket off and then unzipped her dress slowly as Alexia offered her back to her. She wasn’t wearing a bra with it, just underwear. Ridley’s hands came up and gently pushed the dress off of her shoulders, following it all the way to the ground and waiting for her to step out, which she did. Alexia was suddenly almost naked, and freezing. Her arms came over her chest to hold some heat to her body and to cover those hard nipples from the cool air in the room.

Ridley laid the dress on the table and put her jacket back on Alexia, one arm at a time, pulling her close to keep her warm and rubbing her back.

“You need a warm shower, Lex.”

Alexia pressed her face into Ridley’s shoulder and spoke quietly. “Thank you for being my friend tonight. I know you had things to do… but I really needed that. Thank you for the happiness.”

She wasn’t used to being so open and vulnerable. It felt good.

“You’re welcome, Lex. Anytime.” She murmured against her hair. “And for what it’s worth, I would always prioritise you, because every moment with you is special. I’d happily sit and talk with you for hours and I’d feel nothing but happiness.” Her cheek leant on her head. “I’m so glad I met you.”

Tears pricked her eyes and Alexia’s entire being relaxed into her as the Australian continued slowly. “I just want to talk to you and hear about your day. I want to be in your presence. I want to see your smile and hear your voice. I don’t care if you’re happy or grumpy or tired. I… want to be around you on your good days, and your bad. I just…”

Ridley trailed off but it didn’t matter, the words were already spoken and finally, Alexia realised that Ridley cared for her as deeply as she did.

“Will you stay?” She whispered as she shivered.

Ridley’s grip tightened. “I can’t… you know I can’t.”

“I don’t want that. I don’t expect that…” She said, pulling her head back. She let her cheek graze along Ridley’s jaw as she leant back to look at her. “Stay… as a friend. Just… stay.”

“Alexia-” Ridley cut herself off, her expression looking anguished, like she was fighting herself.

“I want to use one of my favours. Stay the night… please.”

She’d made the difficult decision for her. “Are you sure?”

Alexia nodded. “Just friends. Stay…” She put her head to her neck and sighed into her. “I’m right here. Stay with me, Lee.”

“Okay.” She said so softly that she barely heard it.

“Okay?” Alexia lifted her head.

Ridley nodded, the decision clear in her eyes. “I’ll stay the night.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

“But I get to teach you how to defend yourself. And we’re going to watch a movie.”

Alexia returned Ridley’s happy smile with a smirk. “Deal.”

“Good. Go shower. Right now.”

Alexia unwillingly untangled herself from the warmth of Ridley and padded her way to the shower, unable to contain her pure joy that she was staying. She showered gratefully, savouring the warmth and found Ridley in the theatre room after she’d dressed into her comfortable sleeping clothes.

Ridley was flicking through channels, also now in track pants and a shirt for sleeping, with Chiquito curled up between the couch and her leg. She patted the couch next to her when she came in. Alexia wondered if she’d chosen the theatre room as a neutral place for them to be close to each other.

“Lucy’s taking me to the Arsenal game tomorrow. Do you want to come?”

Ridley pouted as she stared at the tv. “I have work from midday until late.”

Alexia was disappointed, but she tried to not show it. “Maybe after then.”

Ridley turned to look at her. “Maybe… is tonight and tomorrow morning’s self-defence session not enough Ridley for you?”

The confidence. She thought about biting back, but she was tired and knew what she wanted to actually say was what Ridley wanted to hear.

“I’ll never have enough Ridley. I’ll never tire of you. You make me smile and you make me laugh. You make me happy just being around you.” She rode that momentum and wrapped two of her arms around one of Ridley’s, cuddling it to her chest and pressing her body into her, resting her chin on her shoulder. “And for what it’s worth, I think you’re a wonderful person.”

She caught those dark eyes that were looking at her and mulling over her words.

“Is this okay?” Alexia asked, speaking about the way their bodies were touching from their legs, up to where her arm was cuddled to Alexia’s body.

“Yeah,” she breathed. Her hand was in Alexia’s lap, and placed itself carefully on the inside of her thigh, her thumb stroking it like it had done to the steering wheel just hours earlier.

Alexia closed her eyes and felt her body twitching a little as she got closer to falling asleep, her body fighting her like it always did. The feeling of Ridley relaxing further just encouraged her own state of bliss, her body falling further into her. Ridley’s cheek found the top of her head and rested there gently.

She felt a blanket being lifted over her, and then her hand was back on the inside of her thigh, stroking with her thumb. Ridley.

She’d dreamt of this. Of falling asleep to the smell, the feel and the warmth of Ridley. Tonight, she’d get to live that dream.

But not this minute. Her phone buzzed and she was mad at herself for bringing it. She gave a little, frustrated noise and lifted it to have a look.

“Oh… oh joder.” She lifted the phone to show Ridley. “This is not good, right?”

She felt Ridley’s jaw clench as it rested on her head.

“No, that is definitely not good.”

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[dollyyss]

The idea of the main four + butters and how they comfort you when you’re sad and distant?

Idk I be in my feels lately 😭🙏 BUT UR WRITING IS SO GOOD PLEASE

I’m actually getting some requests and I’m so fucking thrilled you have no idea, but I’m trying to push this one out as soon as possible to try and cheer you up!!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The main four + butters comforting reader who’s been sad and distant.

Established Reltionship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and Butters 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions of being sick in Stan’s part,

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

- He’s the problem solver, the “tell me what it is I’ll fix it” rather then the one to comfort right away. Kyle isn’t so great with emotions, right away at least.

-He’s probably confused at first. He try’s to give you your space as that’s what you seem you need since you’re being so distant from him. But even when he is giving you your space, any class you two have together he’s glancing at you from time to time to make sure you’re okay. He’ll take down extra notes for you if he notices that you’re just not participating.

-He’s worried for you, when school is over and you won’t even let him drive you home like he usually does? That’s when he speaks to you.

-He finds you in the crowd of high school students getting ready to go home, on your phone putting your earbuds in to walk home until a large hand grips your shoulder “baby what are you doing?!” You look back at Kyle in slight shock not exactly knowing who was touching you at first. “Home?” It was the first time you spoke to him today and though he was worried about you he was at least happy you finally spoke. “Well I waited by your locker.. and when you didn’t show up I figured you’d be at my car, let me take you home please” he grabs your gloved hand and leads you to the car and once you arrive you take your hand out of his. This causes him to close his eyes tight and turn to look at you “look. Y/N I have no idea what is going on with you today okay and I’d love to help you but you can’t push yourself away from me. I understand if you don’t want to tell me but please don’t ignore me. When you’re ready to tell me we can fix the issue.” You look up at him with slight teary eyes and he’s a bit taken back “can you just hold me..?” Your voice is what breaks him. “I’ve just been really tired.. I’ve been stressed I just.. was having an off day..” Oh. He feels bad now for looking at the more logical side and wanting to fix it when all you really needed was for him to just be there. He slowly leans his back against the passenger door and pulls you in by your arm, his hands gripping onto you tight and pressing his chin to your head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you just needed me..” you snuggle into his open jacket, his warmth engulfing you as his thumbs rub at your back. “I love you, yknow that? But don’t ignore me next time please.”

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

- I think Stan gets a bit distant himself when you get like this. He doesn’t understand why you’re closing him out and not speaking to him so like Kyle he kind of lets you be. But I think it’s more due to his own insecurities. Wendy was like this before they broke up officially. So seeing you get cold on him.. he wants to throw up but not out of butterfly nerves no out of actual fear that you’re just breaking up with him. Buts it’s not the case, you’ve just had a really shit day and honestly all you wanted was Stan.

- once he’s done throwing up out of actual fucking fear he’s shaking to find you because it hits him that.. you’re just upset. And he shouldn’t be freaking out like this.

- “Jesus Christ Stan.” Kyle wraps Stan back up in his jacket as he stands back up, wiping his bottom lip and flushing the toilet rid of his vomit. “Just talk to them, I’m sure they’re just upset, maybe all they need is a hug, I don’t know maybe some time with their boyfriend” Kyle notes as he grabs Stans hat off the floor and swallowing slightly disgusted at how damp it was from Stan sweating so much from getting sick. “Maybe dude I don’t know they’re not usually like this when they get upset they’ve never been so cold to me like this.” There was silence as they walked out of the boys bathroom “there’s no harm in trying.” The ginger stated as he handed back Stan’s hat and walked off to get ready for his next class. When Stan found you, you were closing up your locker and running your hands through your hair. It was clear you were tired, your eyes had almost been weighed down, your hair was slightly messy, your coat seemed baggier, you just looked. Sad. Stan approached you softly taking you into his arms “Stan, there are like.. a shit ton of people around us right now.” He only sighed and placed his head in the crook of your neck “just, stand here for a minute please. I know you’re upset and I’m sorry I hadn’t realized sooner” he swayed you side to side for a moment, taking in his cigarettes and cologne before looking up at him. “Thank you..” he hummed gently before placing a kiss to your forehead, pushing back your hair “come to my place after school? We can watch a movie, anything you want. “Sure Marsh..” you paused for a moment “did you.. get sick.?” You looked up at him with curious eyes before he placed a hand on your face and pushed you softly “shut up.”

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

-there is no being distant with Kenny. He knows when you’re upset and he acts on it so fucking fast. The minute he sees your eyes have changed in demeanour he’s there in a heart beat.

-He’ll never pry you with questions, he’ll never make you talk about It if you aren’t comfortable in the moment. He lets you take your time and he’s there for you to use to feel better. He’s always aware when something is off with you, he knows when something is too much for you, or you just need a moment. Kenny may be a little ass hat but he’s very aware and caring when it comes to you.

-“ Clyde you’re actually such a fucking dumbass” Kenny spoke up. His arm had been around your shoulders, both sitting in the cafeteria while Kenny spoke to his friends. The toothpick between his lips twirled between as him and Clyde went back and forth ripping on each other, for no reason at all. “You really think Bebe still likes you? News flash pretty boy she doesn’t, should have seen her at the party last night trying to get with every fucking jock she laid her eyes on” Clyde and him both laughed as Clyde punched his arm in a playful manner. As the rest of the boys chimed in Kenny softly looked at you. “Hey you, you’ve been quiet you okay?” His hand softly rubs at your shoulder, taking his toothpick out of his mouth and placing it on the food tray. You slowly nod your head before looking down at your hands; fidgeting with them. “No you’re not.. is everything too much for you right now? Too loud?” You look at him a bit teary eyed and he had his answer. He got up with you grabbing your hand and grabbing your book bag to walk with you through the back of the cafeteria doors that lead to some stairs behind the school. Once he got to the steps he set your book bag down, sat you on his lap and took his parka off to place over your body. “Kenny you’re gonna catch a cold.” You stated sniffling as he shook his head “don’t worry about me pretty baby, you’re what’s important right now” you rest your head on his shoulder, your arms coming to wrap around his neck and you cuddle into him. He lets you sit in silence with him, closing your eyes and relaxing into him.

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

-Mm. Rather then the hugger he’s the stupid fuck that does stupid shit to make you smile. He’ll kinda go to outrageous lengths to get your attention, because he’s an attention whore for you so shut up.

-he honestly doesn’t like when you’re upset because he says it kills his mood but he also just wants you to be happy with him. So what’s better then to ruin someone’s else’s day just to make you feel better. He may or may not also buy you some food and a stuffed animal to cheer you up.. because him dicking around gets him a scolding from you.

-“.. what? What do you want me to say? I’m not saying sorry. That Jew totally deserved it.” You cocked a brow at him, arms crossed and foot slightly tapping on the ground as you looked up at him. Cartman swallowed. “Babe.. babe listen to me okay? I’ve always hated that ginger devil spawn anyway okay it was coming to him sooner or later” he said in a soft tone to cheer you up in which you only rolled your eyes at him. He sighed and looked down “I’m sorry.. here..” he grabbed the large bear and McDonald’s from the porch and placed them in your hands. “Now do you forgive me..? Will you be you again, you’re kinda killing my vibe here” “cartman you stupid fucking idiot.” A laugh escapes your lips when you take the food and bear and place them on your stairs. You pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek “I’m not an idiot..” he mumbles but smiles ever so slightly into the hug knowing that he was able to make you happy even if it wasn’t him doing some stupid shit to Kyle. At least he managed.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

-…He’s crying. I mean it. He’s balling his eyes out. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what to do when you won’t talk to him and you distance yourself from him. The boy is about 10 seconds from having a god damn panic attack.

-he’s gentle with you, he’ll pull out some colouring pages for you to do because he knows how much they calm him down and put him in a better state of mind so he lets you colour some. He’ll even print out any specific ones you like. And he’s there. At your hip. Not leaving your side until you have a smile on your face.

-he becomes really touchy, when you tell him you just aren’t having a good day he understands and he pulls you in close to him, his head resting in yours while he listens to your rant about anything that’s bothering you.

- “darlin.. your quiet, very quiet” his hands interlock together before pulling apart and his fingers then pick at his other fingers. “Well I don’t quite like you like this..” he mumbles to himself before he’s biting his lip. You look up at him with a gentle look, teary but gentle and he could fall apart right there. He almost starts crying with you “oh dear! Oh gosh heaven above!” He’s rushing towards you instantly his hands quickly finding anything warm to wrap you in and pull you to his chest “you wanna colour! It’ll help you stop thinkin’!” He brings up the option and if you say yes he’s practically flying towards his colouring sheets, many having intricate designs and patterns and some being simple. “Pick which ever one you’d like” he grabs some art supply’s and displays it all on his bedroom floor for you. “Butters..” he cocked a brow looking up at the sound of his name “hm?” You look at him gently and place a kiss to his chin “I’m sorry if I was being distant, just not having a good day is all..” you lean against him. “Well that’s alright! We all have those days, you can’t have good ones without em, you just scared me a little that’s all.. heh” he pushes some hair out of your face and squishes his cheek against yours. “You uh, you wanna talk about it?” With a quick nod he immediately is sitting criss cross beside you, his arms around you as you colour and rant to him about how you felt. His lips press to the back of your shoulder and he watches you contently listening to every single word that poured out of your lips. His hands rub your sides and he’s staring as lovingly as possible at you.

#eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n #eric cartman x you #kenny mcormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #stan marsh x reader #butters x reader #sp butters #south park hcs #south park headcanons

[theimaginethinker]

Beyond the Walls (Gally x Female! Reader)

Masterlist

Chapter Warings: Language, Violence, Death, Use of Y/N

Chapter 1: Introduction

I stood at the gates of the maze with Harriet and Sonya waiting for the walls to open.

“To tell you both the truth, I’m ready to get out of this icy hell.”  I told the girls with a little laugh. Looking around the spring, seeing girls get up to get ready to go to work.

“Us too.” Harriet said back to me, rubbing her hands together.

“Well, look at this way we do get another girl today.” Sonya interjected with her joyful glee she always seems to have.

 “Well, a newbie for Ximena to welcome into our lovely Spring.” I said sarcastically and tightened my laces. The gates start to open, and I turn to the girls standing next to me. “I’ll see y’all later.”

“Stay safe” They yell at me as I take off down the corridor.

(7 hours)

“Hey, let me go” I yelled as men dressed in all black clothing carried me away. I had just found a way out and when they came out of nowhere to grab me. They put me in an all-white room, reminding me of when it snows in the Spring.

“Hello Y/N. Do you know who I am?” A woman much older than me in all white asked me. She was a little taller than me with blonde hair and a few wrinkles in her face. Her skin is fair with some color in her cheeks. Her hair was pulled back tight making her round face pull back with it.

“Should I?” I asked.

“No, you should not. But you found a way out faster than we planned.” She sat down in a chair across from me. “And we can’t have you go back in. So, we are going to put you through another test while we wait.” she told you with a smile. A smile I didn’t like, one that told me that the ‘test’ wasn’t going to be one that I’ll like.

“What is tha-” I started before I felt a prick in the side of my neck, and everything went black. When I awoke, I was in the hottest place I ever remember being in. Looking around all I see is sand, blue sky with a hot sun, and what looked like a building in the distance. “Well, this is different.” I said to myself, I put my hands in my pockets to find a piece of paper. ‘Survive. Find Safe Haven.’ is all that is written on it. Great.

Time skip (A week)

“Come on this way.” A man told me leading me down a tunnel underground. I had been in what these people have been calling the Scorch for about a week before these men found me. And decided that I was worth keeping after I was able to steal from them without them noticing, and that I was from WCKD.

“Lawrence, we found this WCKD Immune walking around the scorch. What should we do with her?” The man said, not mentioning I easily steal from them. Another man stood next to a plant that held flowers. The man turned to me showing that he didn’t have part of his nose. He stared me up and down, thinking.

“We could sell her back to WCKD. Bet they pay good money for an immune.” The man told the man who found me. No. I’m not going back to those people ever, if I go back terrible thing will happen.

“Or I can help you. I used to do the maze and I was also a medic in my maze. I’m one hell of a problem solver and a great negotiator. I can do anything you give me and help any way I can. Plus, I stole from your man without them noticing” I said quickly to not be sold back the WCKD. “Something this guy forgot to mention, probably to save his humility.” Both heads quickly turn to me then they look at each other. 

“Why were you in the Scorch by yourself?” The man asked me as he waved to me to come closer with his hand.

“I found my way out of the maze quicker than WCKD intended. They didn’t know what to do with me, so they stuck me in the middle of that waist land and told me to find a way. That was it. I wanted to go back for my friends, but they grabbed me before I could do so. Guessing so I couldn’t go and get the rest of them out, ruining whatever plans they have.” I explain to them.

“We keep her. Train her. She is going to become a great aspect to our cause.” He said, giving me a small smile. “She is not afraid to stand up and talk. We can use that to make alliances. She may also be able to help us with WCKD compounds.” He went back to his roses. “Jasper, get her a place to rest and new clothes.” the man nodded at me to follow him. “What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked me.

“Y/N.” I stopped and turned to him.

“Welcome to our world Y/N. You can call me Lawerence.”

“Thank you.” I gave Lawrence a nod before going back to following the man named Jasper.

Time Skip (4 months)

“Okay, this should be Maze Trial A. An all-boys group, from what we have gathered, they escaped just a few days ago. So, the compound should be abandoned.” I told my group as we got out of our vehicles. “What we are here for is information we can use, and any weapons left behind. But stay sharp. We don't know if WCKD has put any hidden sensors or anything like that.” We open the door with our guns ready. Walking in I see two bodies on the ground. The first one I came to was a boy no older than 14 years old, curly hair and a round face. God why does it have to be the younger ones. I pulled my mask off after feeling his pulse looking at the gunshot wound in his chest. His skin was cold and the was no pulse, not even a shallow one. “He's gone.” I told them moving to the older blonde headed looking boy, who looked to be my age. I hear a few curses from the men towards WCKD as I walk over to the other boy. He had a spear in his chest. Checking his pulse, I could feel a very light pulse. “He’s not thought. I need help over here, we got a live one.” I yelled out.

“Y/N he’s not going to make it.” The other medic of the group tells me.

“We need to save him, if he's immune. He’s worth saving.” I told him. “I need everyone else to spread out and search the compound. We move out in 30.” I yell out to everyone else as we get to work on the boy. Slowly getting him back stable and the spear out of him. That's when I notice his vines and start searching, seeing a needle looking thing next to me. “Hey, he’s been stung. I need the antidote.” I yell out, and he starts to shake. He gains some sort of consciousness back as he opens his eyes up some, looking at the other medic before looking at me. We lock eyes I give him a small smile. “Don’t worry we got you.” I told him as his eyes closed.

Time Skip (A few days)

I sat in my living area, being of a higher rank gives me a better space. Being a good friend to Lawrence gives me an even better space. I’m going over the files that were collected from our Maze A mission. Information left behind was more than we expected as WCKD usually wipe everything. I guess they didn’t have time to wipe everything, just the info on the test subjects that were being held and tested in the maze. I was focused on the task at hand when I hear a cough coming from my sleeping space. As I was the one that wanted to save the boy, I had to be the one to take care of him. One of the rules made by Lawrence. Getting up I walk over to see him already sitting up in my makeshift bed.

“How are you feeling stick?” I asked. The boy immediately jumped up and looked at me. Getting into a fighting like stance.

“Who are you, where am I, and how did I get here?” he questioned. I put my hand up to stop him.

“My name is Y/N. You're in my apartment, in a safe compound just outside the last city. We saved you from WCKD compound Maze A, a few days ago and brought you here to heal. And just so you know we are not WCKD nor selling you back.” I told him, walking farther into the room.

“How can I trust you?” He asked angrily standing up, walking towards me and towering over me. Something I didn’t take too kindly to, but it was kind of hot. Well, I can emit that the boy is a little cute.

“Because WCKD decided that they were going to take me. A female who spent the time of her life that she could remember in a frozen hell and throw her into the middle of the desert. Just because she finished one of their trials too quickly. The same female who saved you after the other medic in her group told her that it might not be worth it. That same female who gave you her bed to recover in, has been watching over you and who’s been changing your bandages for the past few days.” I say to him before turning around to walk out of the room. “You’ll meet with Lawrence in an hour, he is the boss around here. And you're welcome for saving your life.” I said as I walked away. “Oh, your new clothes are on the chair.” I called behind my shoulder. I told someone to inform Lawrence that the boy was awake.

A few minutes later the boy walks out now dressed in black pants and a gray hoodie. And if I was to tell you the truth, the boy is cute. With his short but not shaved hair and warm brown eyes. He was skinny but still built, most likely from the food WCKD gave them to eat. “You hungry?” I asked and all he does is nodded his head. I get up heading to my small kitchen, as he follows me. I make him a plain meat and cheese sandwich and he quickly eats it. Making me have a small smile which he gives back.

“Um…” he starts getting my attention. “You said something about WCKD, were you a part of it at some point?” He questions as I sit across from him at the small table.

“I’ll tell you, but you have to tell me your name first.” I told him.

“Gally.” He said very quickly as I chuckled at it.

“Hello Gally. Well, I’m just like you, a test subject of WCKD. I was put into a maze to be tested on. I got out too early and so they put me in the middle of the desert.”

“You said you came from a frozen hell. The maze I was in  wasn’t frozen, and it was all boys. Well, we were all boys until.” he cut himself off.

“They made our maze different. Yours was more of a heat and humidity type environment. Mine was cold and icy. I mean we had to use ice skates instead of running the maze because it was just covered in ice. They probably did it to see which environment worked better for whatever they were needing it for.”

“And then were you all girls or?”

“We were all girls, when I was there­.” I replied as there was a knock on my door. “That's the cue. Time to find out your fate Gally.” I told him with a smile as I walked him to where Lawrence was. “You’ll be fine. And don’t stare.” I said with a smile, and he just looked at me confuse before walking in.

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@rosesareyellowtoo

#maze runner x reader #gally x reader #the maze runner #gally imagine #gally x y/n #gally maze runner #gally tmr #the death cure #will poulter

[noirvette]

main 3! + reader who gets non verbal when stressed!!

i did a bit of research for this request, but i apologize if my portrayal isn't that good. also sorry for these being so short 😭 i got sick earlier out of NO where and my ability to think went downhill.

cws: none !

♡ STAN MARSH

Out of the three, I think he's the least equipped to handle it at first

Not saying he won't try, he'll put some research into it, but when it happens the first time he has NO clue on what to do

He honestly has so many thoughts running through his head, at first he thought you were ignoring him/mad at him until he realized your other behavioral traits

If you mention that you get nonverbal when you're stressed/sad/overwhelmed prior to it happening the first time, he'll be better equipped to help you, he might still panic though

Your comfort is always his number one priority, he wants you to feel safe and comfortable for as long as you're nonverbal

He may struggle at first with finding out a rhythm that works for the best of you both to communicate tbh.

He picks up on patterns relatively quickly though, so he learns your behavioral traits very easily when you become nonverbal

He mainly sticks to yes or no questions, but also will pull out his phone and use google images a lot

Despite him being the least likely to handle it well at the beginning, I feel he's the best at handling it long term.

For example, if you tend to stay nonverbal for longer, Stan is pretty patient and can manage and get into a groove with you

He isn't the best at de-stressing people though, he may try to help you destress by helping you with what's stressing you out in the first place, but Stan isn't a huge problem solver and instead focuses more on the present and ways to help you now.

He comforts physically rather than logically or emotionally, but understands if touch is an issue for you. He'll just let you know that he's there for you and then sits besides you

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Complete opposite of Stan LOL

I feel like he's picked up on sign language somewhere along the way growing up, and now I'm running with that idea for this

If signing is a way for you to communicate when nonverbal, he definitely uses what he already knows and then will brush up and learn more words and phrases to better communicate with you

Otherwise pictures and like a communication board is his next go to's

Out of the three, he's the best in terms of handling it right away

Kyle's pretty logical and so helping you solve the issue of why're you're stressed (if able too), he will help.

Despite that, I listed Stan's faults so I gotta do it to Kyle too, Kyle struggles with long term. If being nonverbal long term is a common occurrence, he's gonna have some trouble.

He makes sure to never take it out on you, but Kyle's pretty impatient and wants things to be solved relatively quickly when there's a problem to arise, he knows you can't help it so he's always patient around you, but his impatience is targeted at the root of the problem.

Despite that, like Stan your comfort and needs are put above all else. While he's taking time to help you destress, he's also trying to find ways to help you.

Whenever he gets stressed he likes quiet, just so he can collect his thoughts, so he does it for you too. Makes sure there's a calm and quiet environment for you, he doesn't want to accidentally cause you any more stress.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Solid middle man

He's good at cheering you up with silly distractions if that's something you'd be okay with

Sticks to writing and yes or no questions

Kenny is sort've oblivious at times to behavioral traits, but when he does notice what's going on, he becomes focused solely on you and making sure you're comfortable.

If you're okay with touch when nonverbal, Kenny will gently hold onto you. He's a very touchy person, however touch is not for everyone and he won't do anything you're not okay with.

He'd probably play music to help calm you down.

He might actually take the longest to figure out a solid way to communicate, but only because he second guesses if he's doing this properly.

Is willing to just sit and be in the same room as each other, Kenny himself can go a while without talking, normally uses his time reading or playing some random free game. He'd let you join him and you two just sit in silence in each others presence.

When it comes to helping you with the cause of your stress, Kenny is similar to Stan in that he focuses more so on the present.

However, he does want to know what's the matter and see if it's something he can manage to help you with.

He comforts you emotionally rather than logically. Also is a pretty big physical comforter but again as I mentioned prior, won't touch you if that doesn't work with you

He tends to do a lot of reassuring words with Karen and this'll carry over to you.

#kenny mccormick headcanons #kyle broflovski headcanons #stan marsh headcanons #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #south park headcanons #south park x reader

[rocksibblingsau]

You know, in the Branch Toronto au, I can see Sky really fumbling in caring for branch *at first.* but also being the only pop troll guardian that actually *tries* as well. And fixes those mistakes.

Partly because this man is married to his job, but also partly because he might treat branch as any other pop troll *at first.* Since we have seen Sky being able to predict the mass’s opinions multiple times before, it may really surprise him to see he’s wrong about how branch reacts to certain things. Just unexpected for Sky. But since he’s a problem solver sort of troll he’d readjust as needed. Branch would probably have the rockiest time with trusting Sky because of these blunders over all other adopted au vers of him. But eventually actions speak louder than words.

Also, imagine an unwanted intruder snuck into the fun time factory at night & Sky shows off the factory’s security system to Branch.

I wanna clarify that Pop Trolls did try. They tried and failed and rather than readjusting tactics, they tried the same thing again harder. When that didn't work they gave up. That's where I view most of the tragedy of Branch's situation. If anyone had tried just a little harder, if one person had managed to adjust to his needs even a little, he would be in a better place. (pun intended)

Branch would absolutely have initial issues with Sky's attempts at first, but Sky to me seems like the kind of guy to know when to pull out of an investment. In business you can't get into a sunk cost fallacy trying to make something work, so best to count your losses and move on. If Sky did something that didn't work, he'd cross it off the list and move on.

Branch would love making the security system better.

#sibblings qna #branch toronto au #trolls branch #sky toronto

[kikiwritesfanfic]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

AO3 Link

What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

*****

We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #fnaf moon #fnaf sb #moondrop #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #sundrop #daycare attendent #yandere #sun and moon x reader #sun x reader #moon x reader #yandere sundrop #yandere moondrop #yandere sun #yandere moon

[uninspired--poet]

Jaina proposes at an inopportune time >:3

"…What?" Sylvanas asked as, for a moment, the pain of the wound in her shoulder faded into oblivion as Sylvanas stared at Jaina in pointed disbelief.

"I…I don't know. I just think that you should marry me," Jaina repeated herself. The healer's hands froze over the Ranger General's shoulder once she completed the short, careful incision that would allow the shard of stone to be removed from the wound.

"Is this a bad time, Ranger General?" The young, elven woman asked with wide eyes glued to the task at hand. The field tent they were set up in seemed egregiously small, suddenly.

"Not at all," Sylvanas said without looking at her. "There's never been a better time for you to get this damn thing out of me."

"Because I've just realized I would likely wither away to nothing if something happened to you, and that must mean that I love you terribly. More than anything. And we have a priestess here who is more than capable of performing the rites. So, I think now is a good time."

"We're a day's march from our next battle and you genuinely think now is a good time, Jaina?" Sylvanas asked, wincing as the priestess returned to her work.

"I think there's never been a better time, honestly," Jaina said with a shrug. "If not now, then when? We could be dead tomorrow. But we'll be dead and married."

"And if we don't die, what then? What about Theramore? Silvermoon?" Sylvanas asked, gripping the edge of her cot a little harder as the priestess began finally pulling the edges of her wound apart to finish her work.

"More problems," Jaina sighed, reaching for Sylvanas's hand to pry it from the edge of her cot so she could hold it tightly instead. "One more reason to survive the war. What are problem solvers for if not that?"

Sylvanas looked down at Jaina's hand clasping her own and then lifted her eyes again to meet Jaina's. "I can't argue with that logic, can I?"

"You can if you'd like," Jaina offered. "Long march tomorrow. Plenty of time for arguments."

Sylvanas smirked faintly and sighed. "I think I'd rather spend it married than arguing."

"There's always both," the priestess said dryly as she began stitching up her handiwork with magic. "Literally."

#sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #wlw fanfiction #prompts

[makeadealwithme]

Stay With the Bags

Summary: You and Steve get stranded at the airport before your flight home for Christmas.

Author's note: Steve fluff, short and sweet and it jumped out of my brain today. Thinking about everyone who's travel has been interrupted due to the winter weather in the US <3

Warnings: None really, fluff, mentions of food, pet names.

Word Count: 1.9k

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Tick. Tick. Tick.  

It’s the sound of Steve’s watch and it’s driving you mad. His arm is slung casually over your shoulder, wrapping around to pull you close while he fiddles with a Rubik’s cube in front of you. You’re frustrated. You’re tired. You’re uncomfortable. You’re at the airport. Correction – you're stuck at the airport.  

Your extended family had invited you to stay over the holidays, and to be honest there wasn’t much reason to say no. Steve’s parents would be out of town and the promise of warm, sunny, Florida provided a much needed escape from the bitter cold that was rolling through Indiana. Your parents left a few days earlier, you and Steve planning to fly later as you both took a couple extra shifts at work. Unfortunately, the bitter cold turned into a winter storm that seemed to perfectly intercept your travel plans – cancelling your flight out and leaving you stuck in the airport for hours beyond what you were anticipating.  

You huff in frustration, maneuvering out from under Steve’s arm. “I’m going to take a walk, see what food options we have,” you grumbled at him. His eyes snapped to you, slight concern on his face. You weren’t usually such an unhappy traveler, but the early morning start, hours long security line, last minute flight cancellation, stuffy airport full of people, and desire to be with your family was getting to you. Steve could see this of course, and took it upon himself to be a steady rock, a problem solver, a cheery and caring boyfriend, to get you both through the day.  

“You hungry? Want me to come with you?” He offered. You just shook your head.  

“Nope. Stay with bags alright? I’ll be five minutes.” You sauntered off, shoulders hunched in a defeated posture. Truthfully, you just needed to do something that would kill the time.  

You walked to the end of the terminal and back, inspecting the stores along the way, taking note of the restaurants that were open and not too busy. You came across a coffee stand, one that didn’t have an extensive line and decided to stop and get something for the two of you – a warm coffee for you, a hot chocolate with peppermint and extra whipped cream for Steve, and a pastry to split in the meantime. You spotted Steve from a distance as you approached your spot again – his leg uncomfortably propped up on the chair, jacket pulled tight around him, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Poor thing looked exhausted, you thought.  

You timidly approached with your drinks in hand, and when he saw you his face absolutely lit up. You offered him the cup. “Here, got you your favorite.”  

“Aw, baby, you didn’t have to do that.” You sit back next to him, looping your arm through his to be close again.  

“No I wanted to. It’s a thank you for being so great, and an apology for me being in such a shitty mood.” 

He chuckles next to you at that. “Must be one incredible hot chocolate then.” 

“You know it, got you extra whip and everything.” You both take a sip of your drinks, watching him out the corner of your eye.  

“Mhm, yeah I think you’re forgiven.” He leans over and gives you a peck on the cheek. You can already feel your tension melting away. “Honestly, I think we have a right to be in a shitty mood, this totally sucks.” 

That was really all you needed. The admission, the acknowledgment of it. “It totally sucks.” You repeat at him, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “How many more hours have we got?”  

Steve looks at his watch. “...about six.” He stutters it out. You dramatically groan, turning into him even more. 

 “We’ll never make it.” You mumble into his chest, all forlorn and dejected. You can feel him laugh again under you.  

“Geez, what’s with all these dramatics huh? I think you’ve been hanging out with Eddie and Robin too much.”  

You face him with a woeful pout, about to deliver some response before he interrupts you with a kiss, followed by another one, and then a smattering of them all across your face. He didn’t stop until you were giggling in front him, trying to swat him away. “Ah there she is,” Steve coos at you.  

You melt back into the chair, stretching your legs in front of you. Your eyes going unfocused as you take in the constant stream of people walking up and down the halls. The two of you finish off your drinks and pastry as Steve gets up, giving your knee a light squeeze as he throws your cups away. When he comes back, you’re puzzled when he doesn’t sit down. Instead he collects your bags, layering them all on him so you don’t have to carry anything. “You going somewhere Steve?” you asked, a little amused at his actions.  

He gives you a delightful grin and with a shake of his head he says “Come on, let's go find somewhere quiet to hunker down yeah?” 

You spring to your feet, following him through the crowds. He seems to be moving with intent, so you know he must have a place in mind. You stand behind him on the escalator, a steady hand to his back so he doesn’t topple over with all your luggage. You watch his eyes scan the top floor, locking on to the empty open corner along the balcony that would suit you both perfectly. He beelines for it, almost knocking over other unruly travelers so they wouldn’t get to the spot first. You struggle to keep up with his long legs, and once you reach him he’s unloading himself from the bags and turns to you with a triumphant smile. “This good? Cozy, right?”  

You couldn’t deny the boy had somehow made the corner of an airport enticing, the grey carpet no longer seeming gross but inviting as you sat yourself down. “Perfect Stevie.” You manage to say, before a loud grumble from your stomach interrupts you.  

Steve raises his eyebrows in amusement. “Hungry?” You nod your head at him in embarrassment. “Well, what you hungry for? I’ll go get us something.” You scrunch your face in thought, but your brain was too tired to choose. You settle with a defeated shrug and a small sound that communicated I don’t know, you choose to Steve.  

He just chuckles at you again as he leans in a gives you a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Alright hang tight I’ll go find something.” He starts walking away, yelling “Be right back, watch the bags!” You give him a thumbs up as you watch him disappear down the escalator again.  

The minutes felt like torture. Your hunger grew more intense by the second, and if Steve could see you clutching your stomach right now you just know he’d call you dramatic again. You looked around at the other stranded travelers, everyone looking just as miserable as you before tucking your backpack behind your back to lean on.  

It was about fifteen minutes later when Steve returned, like a knight in shining armor with two bags of fast food in his hand. You broke into a big grin, sitting up in anticipation. When he got to you, he explained that the fast food lines were the shortest, that you two can go for a “real meal” at a restaurant later but he didn’t want to make you wait any longer. You let him ramble about his journey as he laid out the feast in front of you, your eyes fixated to it. He got plenty, with two milkshakes to top it all off. You couldn’t help yourself, snatching the last burger out of his hand, swiftly unwrapping it, and sinking your teeth into the biggest bite you could handle. You let a satisfied moan escape your lips as you chewed on, like this was your first bite of food in days.  

Steve continues to be amused at the way you're acting. “Jesus, if I only knew how to get you to make that sound in bed” he teases, taking a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth just the same. You shoot him a comical glare, too cute to look mad Steve thinks. It only lasts a second though, before you lean over and give him an enthusiastic and greasy kiss of the cheek.  

“My hero!” You dramatically swoon at him while he fakes annoyance, theatrically rubbing the kiss off his cheek. His smile betrays him though, a quiet “eat up, buttercup” directed at you as he tucks into his own burger.  

When you're finished you’re both way too full. Now slumped over your bags, backs against the wall. Silent but satisfied. “How much longer we got?” You muse. Steve flips over his wrist and groans.  

“Four hours.” 

It was your turn to groan too, flopping yourself down over his lap and throwing your arm over your face.  

“Ok well you could say it’s closer to three and half!” Steve rushes to say, bouncing his leg to jostle you in the process.  

“It’s over Steve! We live here now! We belong to the Indiana airport!” You wail, all melodramatic and overdone.  

“Jesus babe, you really gotta stop hanging out with Eddie so much.” He scoffed. He goes to lift your arm off your face but you refuse, turning into him to bury yourself in his torso. You can feel his abs tensing as he laughs again. “C’mon, talk to me, what are you most excited about for Christmas?” 

You knew it was all a ruse. A leading question to get you distracted. But you played right into it.  

“Getting on our plane.”  

“Mhm alright, good thing that’s the first part of the trip yeah? So how about after that?”  

You take a moment to think.  

“My grandma’s cookies. She makes ten different kinds.” Steve smiles, encouraging you to go on. “And I guess Christmas morning, seeing everyone in their pajamas and sitting around the tree. And then probably my dad’s eggnog. Steve I think you’d really like it.”  

“I’m sure it’s great honey, anything else?” He figures the more he can keep you talking, the faster time will go.  

“Waking up next you on Christmas.” You turn to face him at that, sending him the sweetest smile accompanied by a tap his nose.  

His nose scrunches at your touch, and he quickly grabs your hand before you can pull it away. “Yeah, I think that’ll be my favorite part honey.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Of course.” He leans down to give you another kiss, slow and tender and making you forget where you were for just a moment.  

As he pulls away he thinks he’s soothed you, hoping for no more misery and complaining for at least a little while. Unfortunately, Steve hadn't been as charming as he thought he was.  

“How much time we got left Steve?”  

He drops his head in defeat, reluctantly showing you his watch. Before you can say anything, he’s propping you up, standing once again to gather your bags.  

“Alright, moving on to plan b. Let’s go raid the bookstore.”  

“Do I get to pick one out?”  

“Course honey, consider it an early Christmas present.”  

You almost tackle him in a hug, swaying back and forth from the momentum.  

“Thanks Stevie.” You give him another peck on the cheek, and he knew that you meant it for more than just the book. Honestly, in that moment, he thought he didn’t mind being stuck in airport, as long as it was with you.  

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[harringtown]

passed down like folk songs

im so so sorry for the wait anon!!! im just a sucker for childhood friends to lovers and u throw in an enemies/strangers in the middle there? chefs Kiss. 

requested by anonymous

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: au based on seven by Taylor Swift 

word count: 2.9k

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In the stillness, as everyone on the boat holds their breath, the dark lake water looks like a pane of black glass. Ten seconds pass. Twenty. Thirty.

Come on, Harrington.

It holds unwavering for a full forty seconds before the first bubbles break through the surface. And then, a blur of skin, and a splash, and Steve grabs for the edge of the boat as he catches his breath.

“I found it,” he says, once he’s capable of speaking.

“You found it?” Robin asks.

“I found it,” he says. His gaze skates over you and darts back, like he’s surprised you’re still here. Though, considering you’re on a small boat in the middle of a pitch-black lake, you’re not sure where the hell else you would be.

Maybe he’s just surprised you’re still here in general. You know you are.

Ten years ago, if Steve Harrington was on an adventure, you’d bet all you had you were by his side. Now, though, he was just a face in old photographs and a name in childhood stories that still hurt to tell.

“It’s pretty wild,” he says. “It’s more of a snack-size gate than the mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” A smile ghosts his lips, and—

Steve disappears under the surface without a sound, something in the darkness yanking.

And all hell breaks loose, if it hasn’t already.

You don’t realize you’re on your feet until Eddie Munson asks, “Wait, wait, what the hell are you doing?”

The surface settles over the place Steve disappeared, and with every passing second, panic flares to life under your skin.

There is no sugar coating it, even to yourself. All that waits under the lake’s surface are monsters and blood and death. But Steve is down there, too. And he took a stupid leap once for you. The least you can do is return the favor.

“I’m going after him,” you say, pushing to your feet and peeling off your hoodie. Nancy is quick to her feet behind you. Robin shifts in her seat, like she’s a breath from doing the same thing.

“You’re what?” Eddie asks. “Hold up—”

You step up to the edge of the boat, take a deep breath, and dive overboard.

The long branch cracked under your sneakers, and you smacked into the ground right on your elbow. The cracking noise, followed by the pain, pulled a scream out of you.

Steve, who’d been in the tree with you, materialized at your side—it seemed instantaneous, but you realized with a start that it was raining, and it hadn’t been last time you blinked.

“Shit,” he said. “Shit.” Nine years old, and swear words were his favorite words. This situation at least warranted it. “What hurts?”

You lifted your arm, barely holding back a scream as the throbbing pain rose in protest.

“It’s—my arm—“ Tears and snot made it hard to speak, and though part of you expected Steve to make fun of you, he looked like he was going to vomit long before he laughed.

“Don’t move it.” Steve seemed to age ten years instantly, face stern as he helped you sit up in the grass. He eased up your sleeve, wincing when you did, and frowned at the already-blooming bruises in the center of your forearm.

“You have to tell your parents,” Steve said, grimacing as he did. Back then, the scariest thing to you both was a little, or a lot, of scolding.

His words only made you cry harder.

“No—” You hiccuped. “If—I—tell them, I’ll get—in trouble.”

Steve sat back. You were usually the problem solver of the two, but at the moment, he was all you had. It would have to be enough.

“Not if we’re both hurt,” he said, already standing up. “If we tell them the branch fell on us both.”

You sniffled. “But it didn’t.”

Steve gave you what he hoped was a believable smile. “Maybe it did.”

And it didn’t matter that Steve’s parents, his father, would be much angrier than yours ever could be. It didn’t even matter that their story wasn’t believable in the slightest.

What mattered then, and always would, was that you and Steve faced it together.

So, he climbed up the tree, eased out onto another branch, and jumped.

Steve doesn’t hide his limp or the tiny, restrained inhales as you make your way to Skull Rock as well as he thinks he does. The moment the haggard group slows to a stop, you take Steve by the arm and drag him under the arching black rock.

“What are you—”

“A horde of demonic bats just used you as their personal chew toy, Steve,” you say. “And we’re walking around a place  that’s infested with who knows what bacteria. Unless you want to die of sepsis.”

“I’m fine,” Steve says.

“You are so not.”

“I don’t need your help,” Steve protests.

“Clearly.” You scoff and shrug out of your longsleeve shirt, leaving only a tank top. Steve’s eyes just about pop out of his skull, which he doesn’t hide very well, either. With a snort, you rip the sleeves of your tee, pulling one in half, into a thick strip. “You didn’t need my help the first time monsters from another dimension tried to end the world.” Another strip. “Or the second.” Another. “Or the third. How many times, was it? I lost track.” You cock your brows. “You didn’t need me then. So, why would you need me now.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Arms up,” you say, instead of acknowledging him.

Steve stares at you for a beat before he gives up, huffing a breath and raising his arms with a wince.

“This is going to hurt,” you warn.

Steve folds his hands behind his head, and nods. “Just do it,” he says through gritted teeth.

The sound he makes when the fabric first hits the mess of his stomach cuts straight through your chest, but just as you open your mouth to apologize, he says, “It’s okay,” like you already did.

An old feeling, one that got buried under time and the mistakes you both made, rushes back to the surface. Once upon a time, Steve Harrington was the prince in every story. Then you grew up, and you realized he was just a person. But you were just a person, too. And people fuck up or they drift too far or they say stupid things, or they say nothing at all.  

You lift your eyes to his, and find him already watching you. His lips part, like he’s going to say something, but nothing comes out.

You turn your attention back to tying off the fabric wrapped around his torso.

“You should survive the next few hours,” you say, clearing your throat and shifting back. “Just, try not to do anything else heroic, will you?”

“No promises” A smile twitches on Steve’s lips, gone as fast as it comes. “Why’d you do it?” he asks.

You’d be a fool not to know what he’s talking about, but you pretend, still.

“You’re going to have to be specific,” you say. “I’ve done a lot.”

Steve snorts softly. He swallows. “I know you came through the gate first,” he says, and you’re grateful for the eternal darkness of this place, because you can’t imagine your expression looks impassive in the lights.

“I don’t—”

Steve shakes his head. “Don’t.” It’s more of a plea than a command. “You followed me, even though you had no clue what was down here. You just—” He shakes his head again. “Jumped.”

“You weren’t exactly going for a leisurely swim. You got dragged under.” You chew on the inside of your cheek for a beat, gathering the courage to add, “And it’s not like you’ve never done the same for me.”

Steve’s bloody, grime-covered hand drifts over his left elbow, and your right forearm twinges in sympathy. Two casts, one green, one blue. When you both walked out of your separate doctor’s offices, Steve had raised his casted-arm and smiled, like it was some inside joke.

He lets out a soft laugh. “That damn tree.”

“Yeah, I don’t think we can blame the tree for that one.”

For a moment, it feels like being ten again, easy and uncomplicated, but the silence thickens, and when Steve tears his gaze away, you’re glad.

“Thank you,” he says.

“Yeah. No problem.”

He clears his throat, raking a hand through his hair. You wonder if he’s feeling the same you are—eager to walk away but somehow also desperate to stay.

“For what it’s worth, Steve…” You press your lips together. Force yourself to look at him. “I’ll always follow you.”

Steve’s brows twitch, and a long time ago, you might have been able to decipher his expression. But before you even get a chance, Nancy calls, “It’s not a jungle gym, Munson! Quit exploring!” and the moment breaks.

Both your parents kept their conversations low enough to keep you and Steve from hearing, but at twelve, you were old enough to sense something was off. Steve told you his mom barely said a word as she drove him to your house just past ten o’clock, on a school night. Your own parents said merely that Steve was staying the night, and would catch a ride to school tomorrow on the bus with you.

“They were fighting again,” Steve said from his blanket palette on the floor, once the rest of the house fell silent. “My mom’s going to stay with her parents for a few days.”

You frowned, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, like there was an answer to Steve’s problems in the abstract constellations.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“At least she didn’t take me with her,” he said. “Or make me stay at home.”

“What about your grandma’s meatloaf?” you asked, because you knew it would make Steve grunt and groan. And it did, and you both laughed, but the silence slid back into place faster than it used to.

“Whatever,” you said. “You can just stay here.”

“On the floor?” he asked. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Or in the attic.”

“Deal,” Steve said. You knew he meant it, too—that under the jokes, you were building a fantasy to fall into.

But like most kids do, Steve stopped believing in fantasies and fairy tales. And eventually all he had left was an empty and haunted house.

The gas station attendant doesn’t blink when you and Steve, both covered in blood and muck, load peroxide, a mountain of gauze and bandages, and two king size candy bars onto the counter. In his defense, he’s working the only gas station this side of town at three AM on a Friday, but he barely blinks when you retreat to the dingy bathroom with your supplies.

You suggested heading to the hospital, at least for a rabies shot, to which Steve shot you the most withering look you’ve ever seen, and said he’d rather jump back into the lake. This, a nasty bathroom and a bottle of peroxide, is the compromise.

Steve’s parents aren’t home, so his house is open and empty, but neither of you suggests it. Like one of your many childhood settings is off limits at the moment.

Steve is quiet as he peels off Eddie’s vest and the soiled strips of your shirt, setting them on the sink. He doesn’t even try to hide his groans or winces anymore.

“If you won’t get this checked out, you know you’re going to have to do this, like, every day,” you say, dousing the gauze in alcohol.

Steve leans back into the sink, gritting his teeth as you bring the gauze onto his stomach. He hisses, hands flying back to grip the sink.

“I was—” He shifts, the muscles of his stomach contracting, and your lack of sleep is making it much harder to focus on the task at hand. “—jesus—” He tips his head back. Inhales. When he looks down again, he says, “I was kinda hoping you’d take point on that.”

“Oh, I’m your home health nurse, now?”

Steve’s lips turn up, and he says, “I mean, I can’t pay you in cash, but there’s a big box of otter pops in my freezer with your name on it.”

You frown, inhaling to speak, but Steve continues, “I already ate all the grape ones, but the rest are yours.”

“You and your artificial grape.” You roll your eyes, winding the gauze around Steve’s torso. He doesn’t flinch as much as he did at Skull Rock, but there’s no hiding the shivering or the bags under his eyes.

A comfortable silence takes hold while you wrap him in gauze, and though you can feel his gaze darting to and from your face, you focus on the task at hand.

“Thank you,” Steve says eventually, once you’ve tied off his gauze and he’s pulled on the two dollar tee shirt he grabbed up front. The shirt is two sizes too big, with SHELL and a logo scrawled across it. It isn’t Steve’s best look, and you wish suddenly for a camera to capture the outfit.

“Course,” you say. “Can’t let you bleed out, can I?”

Steve snorts. Falls silent. Clears his throat. “No, I mean—“ He rakes a hand through his hair. “Thank you. For coming after me. You didn’t have to. Honestly, I have no goddamn clue why you did, after everything, but… thank you.”

You swallow and nod. The words you’ve held back for years, since you and Steve ended up on forking paths, push against your teeth.

And suddenly you’re tired of holding your tongue and tired of pretending not to know Steve Harrington and just plain tired.

“You know, you used to give me all your secrets. You trusted me to hold onto them,” you say, leaning back against the cracked-tile wall, folding your arms. “But at some point, you stopped giving, and I stopped asking, and now, here we are. And I don’t even know you, anymore. How is that possible?”

Steve leans back into the sink, his fingers curled in a white-knuckle grip on the white ledge. He doesn’t speak for so long, you think he’s not going to.

“When we were kids, you made me believe that stories had happy endings,” Steve says eventually, not looking at you. “And I loved the hell out of you for it.” He swallows visibly, Adam's apple bobbing. “Then I grew up, and I realized they don’t, and I guess I was… angry at you. For making me believe in the good, when I couldn’t find it.”

His eyes dart to your face, and he says, “I know that doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t make sense to me, either, but it’s like, you were the last good thing I had left, and I knew what happened to good things, so I…” He trails off, but you’re easily able to pick up the track.

“Leave before you get left, right?” you ask, and a hint of bitterness slips out with your words. “That’s kind of your mantra.”

Steve flinches. His eyes fall shut, and his jaw goes slack, and once again, you think he’s decided upon silence when he suddenly breaks it.

“I shouldn’t have disappeared on you,” he says.

“I shouldn’t have let you.”

You’re not sure when Steve pushed off the sink, or you off the wall, but it’s as if you blink and you’re a foot apart.

Steve chews on his bottom lip and shakes his head.

“I missed you, you know,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

Your brows pull together. “I missed you, too.”

He shakes his head. “No—I mean… I really missed you. More than I thought I could. And I was an idiot. Still am, but at least now, I know it.” He halves the distance between you. “I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t even know how to start.” One of his hands rises to your cheek, swiping his thumb and bringing it away covered in blood. Whose, you don’t know. “I just miss you.”

When he tries to drop his hand back to his side, you catch it, pinning it midair. Steve turns to a statue, not even breathing.

“Did you mean it?” you ask. “What you said?”

“You’re gonna have to be specific,” he says, flashing you a lopsided smile. “I’ve said a lot.”

“That you loved me,” you say, willing your voice not to crack.

Steve’s pulse runs a mile a minute where your thumb is pressed into his wrist, despite his cool facade. He crinkles his nose.

“Caught that, did you?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I caught that.”

Steve lets out a long breath and says, “Of course I meant it.” He pauses. “Still do.” Another pause. “I know it’s way too late, but—”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

He frowns, clearly about to do the opposite, but before he can, you curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pull him toward you, and kiss him.

For a long second, he doesn’t move, and spiky, nauseating doubt unfurls in your chest. You were wrong, and he meant something different—

Then, Steve exhales against your lips, winds his arms around your waist, and kisses you back. And though you’re standing in a dirty gas station bathroom on the far side of Hawkins, it feels a lot like coming home.

There will be time to deal with what’s left of the past later. For now, though, the dirty bathroom and Steve Harrington are enough.

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[diacripticcomplex]

I'm into western astrology and I just want to speak on the astrology of the DL boys real quick. Some of the characters embody their given zodiac sign while others don't fully but that could be because of the birth charts, rejet obviously did not give us the year or time of birth all of them were born so I can't go in depth however I will list a few things for each DL boy.

Shu: His given sun sign is Libra. Libras are very social and friendly as well as fickle, but they do have a great sense of judgement. Shu is def an air or even a water sun sign I just don't think Libra suits him. What would be more suitable for Shu would be an early July Cancer, due to the fact that when this sign is depressed, they will make that their personality trait for the rest of their lives, a libra wouldn't.

Reiji: I think making Reiji a virgo was the most genius thing ever. He is a definition virgo, straight from the book, he loves organization and logic. He is a problem solver and dislikes unnecessary bullshit. And his comebacks are so killer.

Ayato: He makes perfect aries. Aries are known to be super loud and chaotic but in reality they are super sensitive and passionate as well, they sometimes struggle with understanding their own feelings and I think Ayato conveys that very well, Aries will always be positive even if the world is ending.

Kanato: I think Kanato should have been an Aquarius, he has a unique style that only an Aquarius can pull off and he is brutally honest like an Aquarius as well, he's quick to anger. Now you can argue and say but Aries are always angry, no they are not, they get pissed and frustrated but its not as scary as when an aquarius or cancer gets pissed off. Aries does not suit him.

Laito: He is the definition of a pisces man, Laito is highly intuitive and can read people like books, he understands how thoughts work very well, he's also quite imagintaive like a pisces.

Subaru: Perfect. Lonely serial killer vibes like a true scorpio.

Ruki: I think Ruki being a Taurus is actually perfect as well. Taurus are very maternal and Ruki gives off the vibe with his brothers the most, also he enjoys cooking and reading for his pastimes, he's homebody for the most part and has known what it's like to live in luxury.

Kou: He should have been a gemini with those crazy mood swings. Yui was super scared in his MB route to piss him off, it was like walking on eggshells with him. Kou also is very social and good at faking it just like a gemini, he also is quick to offer something like a Gemini would.

Yuma: 100% a leo, he thinks a head like a leo would, he's the first person anyone would look at in a room as well and it's not just because he is tall, it's because of that leo energy.

Azusa: an October Scorpio is correct, the amount of detrimental damage Azusa does to himself it just explains a lot.

Carla: He should have been a Capricorn or Scorpio, manz was vengeful and formidable in his planning. Making him a gemini made no sense, I really think Rejet just said a random ass day.

Shin: He should be a Sag, making him an april taurus made no sense to me. Sag's are more adventurous but get shit done, and I think Shin was more on that spectrum.

Kino: A June cancer makes sense for Kino, the self entitlement, thinking that you're better than everyone else and the victim complex...

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[littlewestern]

For Silver and Black, any headcanons about the other engines at the IRM? I wonder if Pilot, 1630, and the electroliner get along since they’re the ‘faces’ of the museum. There’s also that Q Hudson, 504, 9925 and 9976. They probably all hang out as the Q club lol. I wonder if they like the BN units?

The IRM is practically a chronic and compulsive character designer's dream. I could spend the rest of my life making little guys out of their roster and probably not ever get bored, so you can bet DJ (@greatwesternway) and I have spent the past 13 months doing exactly that lol.

1630 was absolutely one of the first ones we worked on after Pilot, given that she's so iconic and important to the IRM. Engines with stories are far and away the easiest to write for, and 1630 has a great one. Plus, she's a face as you say! I like to characterize her as a bold and confident problem solver, especially having read some of the old Rail & Wires from the time period when she was undergoing restoration. Her first trial run went so well they had her pulling trains even though she was supposed to just be fired for testing, and that to me informs so much of her personality. She was ready to work from the jump! She's obviously besties with Shay 5, being that they've worked together for so many years, and I like to think they're sort of the de facto ambassadors for the steam department with the rest of the museum.

The Electroliner, I'm a little embarrassed to say, I only got around to learning about recently even though I was struck immediately by the design. I like to picture her as a more blue-collar version of the Zephyrs, streamlined and modern but still very much of the people. I haven't explored her history that much since we haven't gotten there in the letters yet, but I'm excited to learn more! I think she and Pilot get along really well, but that's sort of a given since Pilot gets along with everybody.

Some other characters at the IRM that get some play in the discussion are The Goddesses, who all have unique personalities and have been cropping up more frequently in the letters. We've also casually written some thoughts down about the other Pullman streamlined cars (Birmingham and Loch Sloy) as well as quite a few of the diesel shunters, since they're literally always out doing stuff at the IRM, and it's easy to fall in love with the engines that are constantly out there working. Our favorite so far is the Commonwealth Edison 15 shunter because he's grey and the last time I saw it out, it was switching the aforementioned Pullman cars around and @joezworld joked that he was going, "Look! I'm a streamliner!" and that has since become basically canon.

I don't have much for the Q steam engines although they're definitely on the list. I'm very interested in the BNs 1, 2, and 3 because I think their story is going to be interesting but I also haven't put much time in on their history yet. Since the museum's roster is so extensive (especially compared to the MSI), we've just been letting the stories inspire us as we learn about them organically. DJ's been adding new entries to the timeline from the IRM's photohistory book, and that alone has sewn some ideas we're definitely going to revisit later, if not in the letters than possibly in some other stories or just for our own amusement.

These questions are *so* good by the way, I'm absolutely loving being able to answer these! Thanks so much!

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