#i want someone to get upset with her and scold her and yell and express their own hurt feelings

[tvrningout-a]

since i rambled about it in the tags of a post earlier tonight, i also!! wanna write the moments when it's frustrating to know chiyo, to be her friend, bc she doesn't make it easy at first/has moments when she returns to old habits. she'll stubbornly keep things to herself and say she's fine, and that gets annoying when someone is trying so hard to be there for her. what do they need to do before she trusts them?? have they really not done enough?? does she even see them as her friend?? if she does, she has to stop creating distance between them -- she has to stop being so damn scared. they're not going to hurt her.

[syrupfog]

Hmmmm Sanji keeps his dress from Kambakka but one day when he’s looking for something deep in his locker the dress falls out and the crew get ahold of it. 

They think he’s stolen it from some poor girl and they scold him for it, how dare he actually act on his perv tendencies?

And Sanji like. Feels real weird and sad and upset and doesn’t understand why. Just grabs the dress and throws it overboard in a huff. Doesn’t explain to them where it came from because why would he. 

But he. He dwells on it. He’d kept the dress because he liked it.

Well. The dress was ugly. But he liked what it did to him. Made him feel… soft inside. 

But he can’t buy another one, not now. He knows, intrinsically, that it would be soul destroying for the crew to find a second dress and connect the dots— that they would realise that the dress is for him. That they would call him perverted for wanting to actually wear the dress. 

It’s one thing to yell at him for stealing a dress. It’s another thing entirely for them to yell at him for owning it for himself.

He doesn’t know why. Just knows that it would hurt. So badly. For them to associate perverted actions with his desire to feel that… softness again.

So he doesn’t. He doesn’t dare buy anything like that again, buries that self down deep for years. 

Maybe it’s after Luffy’s become pirate king. Maybe it’s after everything has settled down a bit. The crew meets with the Revolutionary Army and Iva is there.

And damn him, Iva just KNOWS things he shouldn’t, can strip someone bare with just a look. But when he looks to Sanji his expression is so SAD and it makes Sanji angry. How dare he be disappointed in him? Sanji’d never promised him anything, any change.

Maybe Iva takes him aside and Sanji’s ready for a lecture or a fight but all Iva does is say that if Sanji wants, he can raid Iva’s closet anytime. He’s welcome to anything in it. 

Sanji knows that there’s a lot of fishnets and leotards in there, but also… those dresses.

And maybe, I mean, they’re in a public place, maybe Zoro overhears. 

And he’s close enough to clock Sanji’s expression. He’s known the cook long enough to know what yearning looks like on him.

I dunno! I dunno what happens next! Probably that Zoro watches Sanji a lot because that’s what he does! Probably that he reevaluates small things like the way Sanji gazes in shop windows! Probably he does something really stupid like makes brazen comments at dinner

About how the revolutionaries could probably teach Nami a thing or two about clothes and even the guys look good in those romper things and skirts or whatever. 

He’s probably real bad at it!! He’s saying dumb shit and Nami gets mad because she dresses just how she wants shut up!

Man. I dunno it prob still takes a while. But this is still before Sanji and Zoro are together. Because I think that Zoro supporting Sanji as a member of the crew is nice, that Sanji never worries that this is Zoro being blinded by love and willing say do things he doesn’t mean.

Like this is gruff annoying Zoro who fights with him and argues with him but Sanji sees the openings he gives. 

Maybe the next time, another 6 months or a year down the line, that they see Iva, Zoro drags Sanji to her closet. Says “come on cook she could teach you some lessons in fashion, the suits are getting old.” 

And maybe that’s the first time in three or four years that Sanji considers it. Puts on a dress that’s tight around the waist and it’s not tailored well— all his suits are tailored perfectly— but he gets that soft feeling again.

And it’s so fucking embarrassing to cry in front of Zoro so he doesn’t. 

Or at least Zoro doesn’t comment on it. 

And Zoro insists that Sanji takes it. He grabs a few others and throws them into Sanji’s arms and he’s somehow managed to pick out the most hideous ones that Sanji can imagine, but he’s overwhelmed and touched. 

And maybe he starts small, back on the ship, but Zoro acts as a guard dog against the idea of anyone saying anything. Only has to actually snap at someone once (it’s Brook. Come on, man.) about how it’s not a perv thing get your eyes fixed (yohoho I don’t have eyes!) and Sanji takes a bit to recover from that but he does. Eventually. 

And dresses aren’t an all the time thing they’re impractical and sometimes just not what his brain wants.

But maybe an extra bit of lace on his suits is good sometimes. Or a bodice under his collared shirt, just for the shape it gives him. 

Or, on very rare occasions (when most of the crew is off exploring for the day) a miniskirt. 

Maybe some days it’s nothing.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. It just gives him that soft feeling inside, that settled, good feeling. 

It’s just, you know, a quiet happy ending.

(Also yeah he and Zoro start hooking up and then get together and all of that is messy as HELL and full of fights and crying and two day breakups and getting back together but that’s a different thing. Totally unrelated).

[euphorickaeya]

Uhh, heyo! I’d like to request the "You need someone to take care of you.” prompt with sagau diluc, al haitham and ayaka, could you make the reader’s pronouns (they/them)?

thank you for requesting! Please enjoy! 🫶

link to drabble event!

You’ve been laying in this damn bed for the whole day, you’re sick of it. Your acolytes had banished you to bed rest after a small incident in Mondstadt and you were bored, your bones aches in being in the same sitting position for the past hour. You need to move and when you’re allowed to, you’ve got acolytes following you to the tee.

You turned around to see Ayaka’s figure behind you, her breath hitched as you turned to angrily stare at her. She immediately trembled, her lips quivered with fear and uncertainty as to what made you so angry at her.

“Are you…are you alright, your grace?” She whimpered out, it was the last straw for you, you blew up right in front of her. “No! I’m not alright! Stop following me around, give me a damn break—“ you scolded Ayaka with a strong voice, the cryo-wielder stepped back at your sudden outburst.

“Don’t you understand that even gods need space! You’re following me step by step and I’m sick of it!” You grabbed your locks, annoyed and angered.

Suddenly, someone had barged in, which made you turn your angered stare to them.

It was Diluc and Al Haitham, Diluc sported an uneasy expression as his companion just looked between you. Ayaka looked at Diluc, lips quivering before she burst out in tears, her legs could hold her wait as she dropped down, sobbing into her arms.

“Okay, okay..let’s get you out first.” Al Haitham instantly moved as soon as the first sob of Ayaka’s was let out, at the side of the girl in a few seconds. You looked at the situation with tiredness. You sighed and turned away from Ayaka, trying to pull away from even more acolytes.

“Your Grace. You can’t be yelling at your acolytes, they only want to help you—“ Diluc turned to you like a scolding father to his daughter. “Why can’t I? Why can’t I be angry? You say you only want to help, what part of stalking me through my own home is helping?” You accusingly retorted, Diluc was appalled at your rudeness.

Diluc was confused and rightfully so, his last memory of you was of elegance, you walked down the town of Mondstadt wearing the most sheen and silken clothing. Made from the best fabric anyone could find. You talked to children and even played with them.

Where was the God he saw that day?

“Your Grace, we’re here so you don’t have to lift a finger! You know this-“ He tried to reply to you when you scoffed, “I don’t want to be treated like a child, or- or someone who can’t do things for themselves. I’m a god! Not some frail human!” Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, Diluc was not helping your situation, nor calming you down.

“Do you need any help, Diluc? The girl’s gone-“ Al Haitham peeked into the room, looking off to you with a small concerned frown. “Al Haitham, please, I need to talk to them, they’re upset and more acolytes in the room won’t fix that.” Diluc shook his head, looking off to you as you paced the room, trying to control yourself.

The clouds outside had turned to grey, it was sunny earlier. It was obvious it was your doing, more so, your emotions. Diluc needed to calm you and fast, before your anger turns to a flurry of frost.

“Your Grace. I understand your anger, but you must know, you need someone to take care of you.” You were shocked at what Diluc had implied, that even if you were perfectly capable of doing things yourself, that you must hand over that responsibility to someone else.

“Get out.” You pointed to the door, a storm of emotions brewed inside of you, mostly of anger and anguish at Diluc’s statement.

“Your Grace-“ Diluc tried to start. You threw the closest thing at him, a vase. The porcelain broke right next to him, making him turn and flinch, Diluc’s smooth skin was nicked by one of the glass pieces, the smooth red falling down his cheek.

Another reminder of why you’re being treated this way, why you’re different. “I said, get out!” You shouted, readying another piece of porcelain to throw at Diluc.

Diluc’s lips opened, then closed. He knew there was nothing else he could say to calm you down. So with an uncomfortable feeling, he simply nodded and bowed, before leaving you to drown in your anguish and despair.

He respected your decision, even if it meant that he had to ignore the wails and cries of yours as he walked away.

[genieofthebooks]

Hi!! Hope you're doing good! I'm so glad to see that you're writing for Lockwood and co, I really love your writing style :)

Could I request for a scenario with a reader who like, scold george after what happened with Joplin? Like, in a "how could you believe something nonsensical such as us not needing you?! I need you!" type of way (in ep 8). I've been meaning to yell at him for at least 45 minutes when I heard him saying that Lockwood and Lucy didn't need him, lmao—

I Need You

Pairing: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of blood, tears, saddness.

You were sat in the back of a DEPRAC ambulance with a paramedic placing stitches onto your forhead and wiping off some of the blood that had attached itself to your face, your hair was slightly matted with blood and your ponytail had dropped, George was sat next to you, your hand in his lap, with Lucy and Lockwood standing and observing the paradmedic flit around you like an annoying fly that you desperately wanted to hit but you could not. Even though George was next to you and holding onto your hand to distract you from the pain Joplin put you through and to stop you from punching the paramedic, you still wondered what would have happened if Lucy had not shown up. Would George have died looking into that mirror? Would he have died thinking that he was not needed by anyone?

"What are you thinking about Y/n/n?" Lockwood spoke noticing how you were staring at the ground, zoned out as you had not realised that the paramedic had left and it was just you four left.

"Mmn" You lifted your head not fully hearing what Lockwood said because some blood was in your ear from the Impact of being thrown into a wall by a ghost and because you were too busy worried about George.

"What are you thinking about?" Lockwood asked you again patiently knowing how you often got caught up in your mind.

"Oh nothing" You answered kicking a stone with your feet making everyone raise their eyebrows at your blatant lie. "George can I talk to you for a minute. Alone"

The bespectacled boy nodded jumping off the horrendously bright yellow ambulance and you followed him to the side of the building where you would be out of sight. Unkown to the both of you a certain duo were watching you two from a far. "So what did you want to talk about" He smiled at you while placing his hands in his puffer jacket.

You raised your hands and pushed him back softly making him stumble back in shock. "You George Karim are an absolute idiot."

"What have I done!" The boy exclaimed his voice going higher as he had no idea why you were angry.

"How could someone be so smart yet stupid at the same time?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow" George tilted his head in confusion, for once he could not figure you out. Only he could read you and your emotions like a book but in this very moment he was puzzled at you.

"We need you George. I might have been blacking out from the pain when Joplin called her guard dog ghost to chuck me against the wall but I still heard everything you said" You started but stopped when you saw him wince of the memory of you getting thrown into a wall and when he expressed how he truly felt.

"Y/n-" He stepped forward taking your hand into his but soon frowned when you pulled it away as if it was a burning pan.

"No Let me talk. George you are the glue that holds us together. You try to stop Lockwood from doing something suicidal and stupid even though it never works sometimes and You helped Lucy when she wanted to try something and banded against Lockwood and as much as you hate to admit it you like Lucy and she is not a pain in your arse but a friend. Nothing you said is true. We need you George." Tears were threatening to fall down your still half bloodied face but you had managed to contain the tears with a Dam. You lightly hit his chest again where he caught your hand and held it to his chest so you could feel his heart beat as he knew that was not the only reason you were upset.

"Whe-when you talked of looking in that mirror I was so scared." your voice breaking when you started the sentance and your voice going quiet when you admitted to being scared. The dam broke. Tears started flowing freely down your cheeks but you never broke eye contact with George looking into his brown eyes calmed you for a second as it reminded you that he was still here and In front of you. "I was scared. Scared of losing you because I need you. I don't care that you are odd. I mean look at us, none of us are normal and I am pretty sure Lockwood is insane. I need you George. You might feel that none of us need you but we do and for the love of God I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove it-"

Your last sentance was muffled by George as he pulled your arm gently so your body was close to him with inches between you, before you could think his lips were on yours, shutting you up. The kiss was sweet yet passionate at the same time. You pulled away and raised your hand up to his cheek and laughed softly when you saw that his glasses were fogged up. "Your glasses are all fogged up"

"Oh, nevermind" He pulled you back into a kiss, placing his hand on the side of your face that was not covered in dried blood. He made a mental note to make sure that was cleaned of your face because that definitely could not have been comfortable for you. But at the current moment he did not care that they had all just escaped death again and that their body's were all fighting exhaustion. All he cared about was you.

In the background behind a Yellow DEPRAC van a certain teenager was celebrating that his bestfriends were together after they have been dancing around each other for a year, he looked towards Lucy who held a small smile for her two new friends.

Sorry that it is so short and If it is not the best.

[amazinglyegg]

companions react to sole crying when they raise their voice at them

AWW this one's sad

For clarity I'm going with the idea that the companions aren't yelling at Sole out of anger (like, a low affinity talk) but more like they're either scolding Sole over something minor ("you could have gotten hurt! Be careful!") or ranting out loud about something unrelated and Sole is very sensitive to that sort of thing!

Companions react: Sole crying when yelled at

Includes Cait, Codsworth, Curie, Deacon, Desdemona, Danse, Hancock, Haylen, Maccready, Nick, Piper, Preston, Rhys, X6-88

Cait

Uhh. Fuck.

Cait is probably Least Capable of dealing with a crying person

First instinct might be to use tough love because that's what she uses on herself and it works fine

Like "Oh come on suck it up, it wasn't even that bad"

Actually starts to feel bad after a few moments though and will change trajectory into something more gentle

Gladly lets Sole have alone time if they ask because she really needs a minute to try and think of what to say

If Sole comes back completely ignoring what happened she'll also ignore it, but if they continue to seem upset she'll make the first move and actually apologizes

Very awkward with it, every sentence is like she's testing the waters for Sole's reaction.

The apology IS genuine, though, and Sole can tell just by how awkward she is about it. She won't just brush it off if Sole won't brush it off.

Codsworth

IMMEDIATE GUILT

Poor Codsworth would do a complete 180 and start comforting Sole

Sort of has a hard time if they want to be alone to collect themself, he's worried they'll hate him forever (he has a bit of separation anxiety after being alone for 200 years)

Will note exactly what made Sole cry and will never talk about that topic with that voice again

Like if they cried because he was worried about them getting hurt every interaction like that afterwards will be "You NEED to take better care of - I mean, please take better care of yourself please"

Curie

If Curie is raising her voice at Sole she's probably scolding them for not taking care of their health

She wants them to take care of themself but she didn't mean to make them so guilty they cry!!

She'll immediately comfort them and apologize for being so strict

100% mom friend, will not stop apologizing and trying to make it up to them via food and comfort

Gives Sole a hug and a forehead kiss and tucks them into bed with a warm cup of soup. Maybe cries a little

Probably tries to stand up for them on their behalf in the future, like if someone yells at them she'll scold the person yelling for being mean

Deacon

Ah shit

Deacon prides himself on being able to stay calm during conflict and read the other persons facial expressions, it's his job after all

But anger always managed to get to him somehow, and it made him ignore the small signs that Sole was getting stressed out

He wasn't even upset at them, he was just having a bad day, but he knew he fucked up the second their face scrunched up and they looked away

They're crying. Sole is crying because of him

Might try to fix things by making jokes but if he realizes Sole is genuinely upset he'll probably end up leaving and giving Sole their space

He leaves them to cry for a while and comes back once they've calmed down so he can sincerely apologize

Tries to make Sole feel better for the next few days by pulling some strings

Their favorite animal is brahmin? What a coincidence, Des is telling us to go to a safe house with a huge brahmin farm! They really like Blamco Mac and Cheese? Deacon just found a HUGE stash behind HQ, we better eat it!

Desdemona

Just kinda. Freezes.

This never happened before?? And either she doesn't really know Sole that well (agents faces tend to get confusing since so many come and go) and doesn't know what to say, or they're like, the best agent in the Railroad and she's very worried that she managed to make them cry.

Tries to brush it off as smoothly as possible and excuses them somewhere private to calm down so at least they're not crying in front of everyone

If she's closer with Sole she'll actively search them out herself and apologize directly

If not she'll honestly probably go to Deacon or someone first being like "Are they pissed at me?? Should I apologize or do I pretend it didn't happen?"

Might take the silent approach of giving Sole less work/more support and makes the mental reminder not to yell at them

Danse

Listen, this man is used to reprimanding people. He can practically do it in his sleep

But when he hears Sole burst into tears? He immediately loses all train of thought

He's probably the type of person to go "... Are you crying?" because this has never really happened to him before

Super worried that he's pushed Sole too far, regrets even yelling at them in the first place

Doesn't really know what to do, ends up waiting for Sole to make the first move (explain themself, run away, etc)

If he isn't as close with Sole he'll probably hesitantly give them space - it's what he would want if he burst into tears

If they're close/romanced he'll default to trying to talk to them and calm them down

He is a bit awkward and tends to fumble a lot, so Sole may have to be direct with what they need from him (Space, comfort, apology, etc) but Danse will do basically anything to get them to calm down

Like a person who is very bad at dealing with a crying toddler: "no no don't cry... Here's some candy... and twenty bucks... we can get ice cream if you want just please stop crying"

Hancock

I imagine Hancock to be a pretty touchy guy, so if Sole started crying his go-to comfort is by hugging them or rubbing their arm/back

He has high energy and expresses himself loudly so he realizes that he can be overwhelming at times

He'll quiet down and focus on comforting them and getting them what they need

Absolute KING at respecting their space and autonomy

The only thing worse than crying is crying in public so he's bringing them to a quiet room and letting them cry it out distraction free. They make the tiniest action that seems like they don't want to be touched and he'll back off, no questions asked

Also a bit of the "poorly dealing with a crying toddler" person: "You want chems?? No? Candy?? Would it make you feel better if you punched me??"

Haylen

Very empathetic towards Sole, immediately switches to a "Oh, hey, come on, it's okay..." type of voice

She gets that the Brotherhood is overbearing and it can take a while to get used to being reprimanded/spoken to in such a harsh way

If she's spent a good amount of time around Sole she's probably pretty in tune with their emotional needs and can work with that

Sole won't even have to ask, she'll just show up with some hot chocolate and a blanket, or apologize, or pretend like it never happened, or any mixture of those

A little worried and overprotective of them for a while after, though, especially if she's already worried about their mental health

Might talk to them to try and see what's wrong or convince them to take a break

Maccready

Another member of the "Wait... are you crying?" group.

Panics, probably. Doesn't know what to do or what to say.

He'll end up apologizing to them either way

If he's close with Sole he's more likely to do so first and more quickly, if not he might wait to gauge Sole's reaction before talking to them

A little bit awkward but he's got the spirit, will probably try to understand what made them cry and what he can do to make sure it doesn't happen in the future

Will also do a sort of follow-up check in after the fact or if they're having a rough day some other time

Tries a lot to stay more in-tune with Sole's emotions and what makes them upset after this point so they don't end up crying again because of him

Nick Valentine

For Nick to raise his voice like that he'd probably have to be distracted in some way

Either thinking about his words and not his voice as he reprimands Sole or snapping about something unrelated that's on his mind

So he doesn't even realize Sole started crying until their tears manage to snap him out of his thoughts

He's the type to try and comfort them straight away by cautiously reaching in for a hug and apologizing

If Sole runs off or yells at him he takes it personally, getting upset at himself for making Sole so uncomfortable

He will eventually reach out to them and get them to talk about what's bothering them, even if it takes a while

He'll immediately step up and sincerely apologize, and then turn his focus onto Sole's mental health

He realizes Sole has A Lot going on and them crying was probably the result of many days/weeks/months of bottled up emotions

Piper

Sole crying stops her in her tracks and makes her re-think everything that's happened between them in the past 24 hours

Was it something she said?? Or something she did?? What did she do wrong!?

Depending on the situation will either try to explain herself ("I didn't mean it like that, no don't cry I was just joking I swear -") or immediately be worried for Sole and try to comfort them

Might take Sole needing alone time a bit personally, she'll end up worrying that they're REALLY mad at her

She feels like she's not the best at comforting people so she'll try to turn to acts of service/gifts to bring them comfort

Buying them their favorite food, carrying more of their items, giving them hugs, etc.

Preston

Almost confused at first

He's never had anyone shy away from him before - if anything people didn't take him seriously and tended to look down on him

So the fact that he managed to make Sole cry really made him reassess their entire conversation up to this point

Immediately apologizes and asks what's wrong because surely there has to be something else going on for them to cry like this, right?

If Sole doesn't give an explanation he'll default to assuming they're overtired and stressed from work

Probably ends up feeling guilty for every time he gave them more Minuteman-related work to do

Might end up in a bit of a self-deprecating spiral of "I pushed them too hard, now they're upset, it's all my fault, how the hell can I fix this..."

He'll really focus on being there for them, whatever they need.

Less work? He'll take on their load. Shoulder to cry on? He'll stay up all night for them. A warm hug? He won't let go until Sole lets go first.

Rhys

Laughs

Alright he's an asshole

Kind of goes on a power trip about it too

Like "Haha yes I made them cry. Because I am the strong alpha male of the group"

At some point might come to the conclusion, either through his own means or by Danse/Haylen calling him out, that he was being a little bit of an asshole

If he apologizes though it's extremely short and awkward.

Like "Hey. Uhh. Sorry for making you cry. Just don't do it again. It's weird." And never brings it up ever again

Alternatively, takes the "Older Brother When The Younger Brither Starts Crying" approach of "Don't tell Danse! I didn't even yell at you that much! You can punch me back so we're even just please stop crying dude Danse will hear you and he'll get mad at me"

X6-88

It stops him in his tracks

Part of him is freaking out because Oh God Someone Is Experiencing Emotions Around Me

And the other part of him is freaking out because He Made Sole Cry Uh-Oh

Will probably give Sole some space immediately and waits for them to calm down - he's never been good at dealing with emotional people

Once they're calm he'll revisit them with a peace offering of sorts, like a fancy lad snack cake or some tea or something

Very curt apology, hands them the gift, leaves a moment of silence as an opportunity for them to speak up about what made them cry if they want

Once that's over he'll just try and pretend it never happened while also keeping them safe from whatever else could trigger that

He'll try not to yell at them and actively avoid putting them in situations where they'll be yelled at again whenever possible

[sunnycanvas]

Hi! New to Tumblr here and I love your Baldwin fanfics. Could you please do one where female reader is drunk? I just wanna know how would he reacts. Smut or fluff it's up to you hehe anyways have a good day 😊

Thank you for request, have a nice day as well

Baldwin iv was tired, the meetings with high court had taken much longer time than he expected. When he walked in the room he expected you to find in bed reading a book immediately smiling with the sound of door and opening your arms to welcome him. Alas, you weren't there. The room looked gloomy and small without you there. Has it been always like that? he wondered. He craved your smell, your affectionate smile, your beautiful eyes which lighten up whenever he sees you. He missed you so much. Baldwin iv felt bad he knew you felt neglected. He barely spends time with you and whenever he comes, he directly goes to sleep. You seemed upset but were understanding. Baldwin iv still felt that his royal duties were no excuse to neglect you

Just then he heard the door opening. Thinking it was you he turned around with excited smile. He was ready to pounce at you and shower you with kisses for ignoring you. However his expression soon turned to confusion to worry and lastly anger.

You entered red faced giggling. Baldwin iv was furious. You are engaged to king soon going to be future queen of Jerusalem. What were thinking going drunk like that? What if someone had taken advantage of your drunken state? Did you not think what would happen to him? Thinking someone taking advantage of you in your drunken state made Baldwin iv furious. Luckily your friend was nice enough to leave to your room

Seeing Baldwin iv cold gaze she placed you on bed, curtised the king and ran away as fast as she could, she was so fast that Baldwin iv didn't have time to scold her to be careless enough to let you get drunk.

He was soon distracted with your giggles. "Hey handsome, would you like to go for a drink with me"

"Your flattering wouldn't help you my lady, do you have any idea how dangerous it could be"

You frowned confused. Your frowned expression with flushed face tickled Baldwin iv's heart and he had strong urge to kiss you. It's difficult to stay angry at you he thought. You always have your way with your cute expression but this time Baldwin iv was determined not to let you win by charms.You got up and and layed your hands on his shoulder. You squinted your eyes as if you wanted to read his expression. At last you pounted and said

"I am afraid Sir, I don't recognise you"

Baldwin iv was mixed with worry and anger.

"Why would you drink to such an extent that you wouldn't recognise me, do you have any idea how what would happen to me if anything happened to you!? How could you be so careless?"

Hearing this you started cry. Baldwin iv was greatly upset seeing you crying. He never yelled at you also you were drunk. That must have gotten you emotional. Sighing he gently layed you down on bed in sleeping position. He layed beside you and hugged you. Whispering apologizes he kept kissing your temple. You sniffled and said

"Since you are kissing me sire, I am going to forgive"

This time Baldwin iv frowned and asked

"Angel you never call me sire"

You giggled hearing this and asked

"Do I know you?"

Baldwin iv remembered that you were too drunk to recognise him. He sighed and hugged as you both went back to sleep. "I will ensure to scold you tomorrow when you are well enough. Hopefully you don't get a hangover" he thought.

[ladylooch]

(When you start writing again)

Is there a time where Emma sticks up for Lexi since she’s more of the sweet kindhearted out of the two

The way we all know Emma is the fierce one 🤭

“Be right back.” Timo smooches Emma and Lio quickly before he disappears into Carl F. Bucherer watch company. Nico and him are working on a sponsorship deal, so they are picking up their custom watches before heading back to Jersey for another hockey season.

Emma and Lexi know sparkling, glass enclosures and little fingers don’t mesh well. So they are opting to stay outside in the mountain sun with the littles.

Currently, Lio and Lucie have their noses pressed to different glass belonging to the next storefront. Inside is colorful displays of candy.

“Mama, can we go in?” Lucie asks.

“We have candy at home from grandma and grandpa. You don’t need more.”

“But I want it.” Lucie says matter of factly.

“We don’t always get what we want.” Lexi says gently, smoothing Lucie’s fly aways coming out of her pony tail. Little eyebrows fold together over inherited brown eyes.

“You’re mean! Daddy would let me!” Lexi pauses, pursing her lips. She glances into the store where Nico is laughing at the counter with Timo and the store clerk. They have been out most of the morning and afternoon. Lucie had begun showing signs of overstimulation a little bit ago, but Nico wanted to stop to avoid another trip into town.

“Luc.” Lexi murmurs, getting down to her daughters level.

“Hmph.” Lucie grunts, crossing her arms dramatically over her chest. A big fat, pouty lip pulls her jaw out.

“I need you to use kind words to express your feelings.”

“I can’t! You’re too mean to me!”

“I am not being mean. I am allowed to set a boundary and say no. You have some at home. You can have a few pieces after dinner.”

“THAT IS SO FAR AWAY!” Lucie yells.

Emma Meier watches the exchange silently, knowing not to interfere with another parent.

“Lee.” Emma calls her son away from the window. Lio hasn’t asked for any candy, but Emma wants to do what she can to diffuse the situation. “You want to help mama with dinner tonight? I need someone to rip the basil.”

“Yeah.” He grins, then wraps his arms around her neck. Emma lifts him up. Lio wraps his whole little body around his mama. She sways them from foot to foot, scratching his back with her freshly manicured nails.

Across the sidewalk sit two, observing old women with looks of disgust.

“See this is why Nico should have married a Swiss girl. Americans raise their children to be brats.”

Emma’s ears perk. She glances at the two women on the bench then back to her sister in law.

“Luc. I understand you’re upset-“

“No! I want it! I want it! I want it!” Lucie screams. Lexi’s cheeks begin to flare red as others on the sidewalk stare while they walk by.

“We don’t…” Lucie begins to slap at Lexi to make her stop talking. “No.” Lexi grabs Lucie’s hands, to cease the slapping.

“Owie!! Lucie screams

“Child abuse happening right in front of our eyes.” One of them tisks.

“What is wrong with you?” Emma snaps. Both women’s eyes widen in shock. They clearly thought their muttering wasn’t loud enough to hear. “You should be ashamed of yourself. We are Swiss. We are supposed to be welcoming of other cultures and women should support other women. Her daughter is have a difficult day. She is not a bad parent. She is also not hurting her. She is trying to keep them both safe.”

Lexi looks up at the tone of Emma’s voice. Lucie huffs exasperatedly as Lexi releases her now still arms.

“Take deep breaths for me.” Lexi focuses her attention back to her daughter. Frustrated tears fall down Lucie’s cheeks. But she pulls in a shuddering breath in conjunction with her mom.

“A Swiss mother wouldn’t let it get to that level.” The other one scolds.

“My brother is lucky to have her as his wife and the mother of his child. Swiss women have treated him worse than that American.”

“Those lose women from his younger years would have been better parents than this. This type of parenting is despicable. Look at how well behaved your boy is. That is true Swiss breeding at it’s best.” Emma wants to vomit at the breeding comment. Her eyes narrow further as she steps closer to the bench the two old bats are sitting on. Her parents raised her right, but she knows when to throw down for her family.

“Keep talking and you’ll find out how impolite this Swiss girl can be. Better yet, why don’t you find a different bench to park your fat asses on? That one is starting to sag in the middle like your foreheads.”

“Emma?” Timo calls behind her, surprised. She whips around.

“Hold Lio. I need to kick some ass here.” Timo takes Lio, looking at Lexi.

“I don’t know. It’s all been in German.” Lexi shrugs. Nico is kneeling down with her by Lucie. “We are having a tough time with the word no.” Nico cringes.

“Yeah, we heard her screaming in the store.”

“Great.” Lexi looks down, feeling her throat closing in. She may not understand Swiss German but she clearly heard American enough times to know they were shameful towards her.

“It’s okay,” Nico pulls her into his body to give her a kiss. “Hey, I think we are going to head home.” He turns to Timo, catching Emma stalking toward the women across the way. Emma hikes up her jeans and pushes her sleeves forward, expensive, Cartier bangles clinging together. If she had earrings, they all think she would be taking them off right now. “Emma.” The tone of Nico’s voice is stern. “Let it go.” Emma glares.

“You’re too pretty for jail, baby.” Timo reminds her, a smirk on his face. He is so hot for his wife right now. He wants to head home too, put Lio down, and let her ride out that explosive energy on him.

“Learn a lesson in decency before you step outside next.” Emma finishes. She turns on her heel and comes back to the group. Lexi meets her gaze.

“Thank you.” Lexi has no idea what they said and she doesn’t care. But watching Emma stand up for her makes her bubble with affection.

“Nobody talks about my sister like that.”

[heinzpilsner]

Okay, another part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series here! And I want to assure you that even though it looks deceptively like 'Roasting beach Mai' series to the unaided eye, it's actually not the case. The differences are here. Somewhere. Probably.

I roast Zuko too.

Anyway, in the last part, Mai said 'hey', and Zuko said 'are you cold', and Mai slapped Zuko's hand off, so I guess this leaves their relationship status in the border area.

So, what's next?

Well, despite the fact that their interactions keep going quite actively after this, we're not gonna see any real relationship progression for quite some time.

So, I suggest to take this as another opportunity to yell at study the characters instead.

And it opens with the roasting of Ty Lee.

(The structure of the beach polylogue makes it quite difficult to build a laconic presentation of the context, so... Let's just rely on our memory this time, shall we?)

Zuko: "You're stuck in your little 'Ty Lee world' where everything's great all the time." Mai: "Zuko, leave her alone."

You know, this moment almost made me suspect that Mai cares about the other girl! It would actually make my "she can't care about anyone but herself" hypothesis wrong, which would leave only one explanation for the "bring me food" moment (That is, Mai just didn't care about Zuko in particular.)

But then, after Ty Lee got emotional and cried, and there was no defender for her among their group, Mai decided it was a good time to criticize her as well.

She had a choice between expressing her annoyance (and intelligence) and sparing Ty Lee's feelings, and she prefered the former. Emotional support of her upset friend wasn't even among the options, apparently.

So, I suspect, the "defense" of Ty Lee was hardly more than another instance of scolding Zuko for being angry.

Apparently, Mai just gets disturbed (and hence annoyed) by any display of vivid negative emotions in her close circle. And if there is one thing in life she truly cares about, it's her own emotional comfort.

Simply put, Mai needs fun and pleasure, and all this dramatic shit around only sucks her energy out.

Smart choice of a boyfriend, by the way.

Pffft.

("But she said she cares about Zuko in the end!", I can hear someone protesting. Don't worry, we'll get to it.)

Mai: "I don't believe in auras." Zuko: "Yeah, you do not believe in anything."

That's a curious accusation here.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were times in the past when Zuko tried to talk about something important for him with Mai but recieved a cynical reaction.

But there's no proof for this, obviously.

Besides, as we soon learn, Zuko is not that good at identifying true sources of his frustrations.

It's still my headcanon though.

Mai: "Oh, well, I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you."

But... What believing or not believing in things has to do with being high-strung?  This answer just sounds so unnatural in the context. As if Mai responds not to Zuko's words, but to writer's plan her own thoughts here.

(Quite a typical behavior for an egocentric though, when I think about it.)

Still, why would Mai want to change such a convinient topic? Cynical people who proud themselves on their intelligence love talking about how stupid it is to believe in things. It's basically that Mai 'auras' answer was about. And then suddenly this awkward shift.

It's a shame, actually. To me, it would be much more interesting to hear about Mai's beliefs than to focus on imaginary "not expressing your feelings" problem.

Also, I love how Mai just casually called Azula crazy. So much fear here, if you catch my meaning.

Zuko: "I'm sorry, too. I wish you would be high-strung and crazy for once instead of keeping all your feeling bottled up inside."

When. When Mai ever kept her feeling bottled up inside? When she's bored - she says so repeatedly. When she doesn't like something - she criticizes it right away or glares at you fiercely. When you make a scene at the party - she yells at you "for once" (even though she was bored and you put quite an exciting show here, which makes her reaction kinda contr-intuitive. How interesting of an interlocutor Ruon-Jian was, anyway?)

The fact that you can't find among the feelings she expresses something you looking for, or don't find their expression intense enough is a different question entirely.

The fact that she avoids discussing problems you want to discuss too.

For some reason, you just keep barking up the wrong tree here, Zuko. I wonder if you ever heard about different nervous activity types. Or different life views. Or different anything, really.

But this is not the main problem here, obviously.

Zuko: "She just called your aura dingy. Are you gonna take that?"

Yep, Mai's self-worth is not affected as heavily by other people's opinions as yours, Zuko. What a terrible tragedy.

Mai: "What do you want from me?"

A really good question. What do you want from Mai now, Zuko? A magical transformation into Katara a person you wish her to be? Or an explanatory note for thinking and reacting not exactly like you'd prefer?

Surprise, she doesn't owe you anything! Your frustration with Mai's personality is your own problem, and you'd better start asking yourself what you really can do about it.

Take your love life in your own hands, boy, and I didn't mean it like that, you perverts or stop terrorizing your not-quite-ex-girlfriend for not meeting your emotional needs.

(You still didn't apologize to Ty Lee, by the way. Kinda ooc of you.)

Mai: "You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted..."

Well, this part is definitely truth.

Mai: "...as long as I behaved and sat still, and didn't speak unless spoken to. My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. We had my dad's political career to think about."

Ahhh, this part though is much more tricky.

You see, for all we know, Mai's mother could just try and prevent Mai from throwing kitchen knives at her father's important guests or from saying that their make-up is abomination. Poor little Mai though would remember it as a terrible oppresion of her self-expression for the rest of her life.

More importantly though... Even if what Mai says here objectively took place in the past, I highly doubt what it's a good explanation for her demeanor.

I mean, Toph has quite a similar background, and... Did you see Toph?

Honestly, it looks to me more like a natural temperament kind of thing. It's just the way Mai is. Maybe environment affected her to a certain degree, but I don't think its influence was crucial.

Sometimes her emotions are more intense, especially during fights, but it doesn't mean she hides some kind of oppressed passionate girl underneath her languid mask or something.

So stop trying to dig her out, Zuko, it's getting embarrassing.

Azula: "You have a controlling mother who had certain expectations, and if you strayed from them, you were shut down. That's why you're afraid to care about anything, and why you can't express yourself". Kinda cheated with this one, didn't I

Okay... first of all.

Why. Just why on earth everyone keeps saying Mai doesn't express herself? Are you blind, people? Or maybe you're deaf?  The Mai I know is one big walking talking act of self-expression!

The real problem here is that apart from her annoyance, boredom and hunger she doesn't have much to express in the first place. Because in reality, she's no more than a hedonistic self-centred brat whose lack of proper occupations and interests in life left her on the verge of depression.

And sorry, local beach ghost of an amateur psychoanalytic who's currently possessing Azula, but most likely Mai's mother's "tyranny" has nothing to do with it. Breaking news: not everything in human psychology can be explained by mommy or daddy issues.

I'd assume here much more prosaic explanation. That is, during the last decade, Mai was mostly focused on her school life, while in her free time, knife throwing and passive entertainments were her only hobbies. So, when the school ended and nothing else started, she suddenly found herself in a vacuum she didn't know what to fill with.

And since Mai is a spoiled infantile, she's always waiting for something to happen, or for someone to give her something to do instead of asking herself that she can do to change the situation fundamentally.

And apparently, being in "love" with Zuko is her only real entertainment nowadays. That's why she hey-ed him so soon after the break-up - Mai's life's emptiness reached the 'uncomfortably painful' stage at this point, so even the emotional discomfort caused by Zuko's behavior was more preferable than this.

And I don't know much about Mai being "afraid to care about anything", but I can say a couple of things about her being incapable of caring about anyone.

Growing up as a rich only child, Mai became used to the idea that everything around is about her. She's always focused on herself and her own needs, and subconsciously expects the same attention from other people (from her romantic partner especially).

It rarely occurs to her that people around may have their own interests, and "listening to Mai's complaints and entertaining her" are not among them. When the reality reminds Mai about the fact though, she just gets annoyed by such a nuisance.

I start to suspect now that her "are you cold" question in "The Awakening" was actually not about Zuko's comfort, but about Mai playing her unusual new role of a caring girlfriend. So, when her performance didn't get the expected appreciation, she immediately got frustrated - kind of like Zuko with his seashell, actually.

(Except that Zuko after this thought about something Mai really would want and went to get some ice cream. While the boy is not exactly a paragon of personal maturity himself, on his girlfriend's background, he honestly starts to look like one.)

Even after Mai's "I care about you" declaration, when she really tried to support Zuko in "Nightmares and Daydreams", it sounded like "I might be hungry for a whole tray of fruit tarts". It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, really. She had a vague idea that she's supposed to do something when her partner is upset, but even with it, she couldn't really break the egocentrical shell around her mind and see the difference between her own desires and desires of other person.

Pheeew. I finished.

Of course, all this doesn't make Mai a monster or something. The girl is only 16, and even if she wasn't, the way her personality was formed is a result of many objective circumstances.

If we look at the situation the way Mai's psychologist could, there's no point in blaming or shaming the girl - only to help her realize the problems with her attitudes and offer alternative ways of thinking.

But I am not Mai's psychologist. And I am pissed by how the episode ignores the real problem with the character and helps to promote the old pseudo-psychological myth that just blaming your parents is enough to "understand yourself".

My dear beach ghost, Mai is already a person with infantile way of thinking! She doesn't need an extra encouragement for accusing someone else in her problems.

It's not you who have to deal with her after this, you know.

Spare poor Zuko, the boy has a lot on his plate as it is.

Annnd I guess it's as good a place to stop as any other. We'll start the next part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' right from Mai's... peculiar reaction to Azula's words. Yay.

Thanks for your attention?..

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[sunshinesickies]

Cassie Lang x Sister!Reader blurb

Idiot

“Oh wow, okay…shit…well this, yeah this is bad.” You mutter to yourself as the threat you’re trying to fight off just invited his new dangerous mutant buddies with their even more dangerous mutant powers to join. You had thought this would an easy fight. You want to prove to your sister, and well, the world, that you can hold your own, and be a hero. You square your shoulders, a determined glare on your face. So what? You’re a mutant too.

“Okay y/n, you’ve got this.” You breathe, letting yourself feel the energy of your powers flowing through every cell in your body. You leap out from the flipped car you were hiding behind but before you even get the chance to strike, your breath is knocked out of you as a ray of light slams into you hard. You’re immediately knocked down, the force from the ray sending you flying back into a wall.

Ow you think as a stabbing pain sears through the back of your head and your vision blurs, ears ringing. You slump down to the ground, trying to take in deep breaths as another burning pain settles into your ribs with each breath.

“Ant-man? Wasp? Anyo….” Your finger moves to your comm and the last thing you hear is someone shouting your name before everything goes black.

Cassie had been tinkering in the lab when she heard your gasping breaths through the speaker system. Panic immediately sets in her chest when she hears your voice. Y/n. Her heart sinks as she rushes to answer you and when she hears nothing back, she’s swearing up a storm as she runs through the house, looking for her dad.

Her heart is pounding. She’s so mad, she can’t believe you went on a mission by yourself! How’d you even sneak out? But she’s only mad at your stupidity, she could never actually be mad at you. Even when her mom had adopted you after the blip and you accidentally broke the arm of her favorite doll, all she could think about was how you’d cried and cried, afraid you’d upset her. That was the first time she could remember the burning sensation of protectiveness swell through her whole body. She was your older sister and she’d made a promise to herself from that day that she’d always be there to protect you, even at the expense of herself.

When you come to, you’re being held in someone’s arms. You look past their shoulder and see Scott and Hope fighting off the mutants. You groan, your head still spinning and pounding. “Y/n?” You hear someone speak but you can’t find the energy to lift your head. You can see the deep purple of her suit. “Cass?” You murmer as she rushes you away from the scene, behind a quiet alleyway far enough away from the danger.

She sets you down on the ground, holding your shoulders upright so you can finally see her face. Her eyes are panicked and wide, worry swimming in her expression as she takes in your injuries. “You’re an idiot.” She scolds and you look away from your sister’s gaze.

“I-I’m sorry, I jus’ wanted to…” You start but can’t find the words. “To what? Get yourself killed trying to prove something?!” She almost shouts but her expression softens when her loud voice makes you wince as it amplifies your headache. She sighs, moving to sit down next to you.

“We all have to start somewhere y/n, it takes time to become a hero. And I can promise you doing shit like this? Is not the way to get there.” She says gently, putting a gloved hand to your knee. You turn to look at her. “I know, at least now I do. I’m sorry sis.” You apologize, offering her a pained smile.

“I’m sorry too, for yelling…just try not to be so stupid next time? We both know you’re smarter than this.” She smiles too before standing up and offering you her hand. You nod at her words and she helps you stand up, wrapping an arm around your waist and supporting you all the way back to the house. It doesn’t take much longer after that for your healing powers to kick in, they’re not super prominent or fast, but they get the job done.

Later that night, you, Cassie, Scott and Hope are all on the couch, watching a movie. You yawn, leaning your head on your sister’s shoulder as you grab another handful of popcorn. You glance up at her. “Thank you, Cassie, for today.” You whisper and she looks down at you, a soft smile on her face. “I’ll always be here for you, y/n, idiot or not, you’re my little sister, I’ve got your back.” She whispers back and you smile before turning back to the movie.

Yeah, you were an idiot today, but at least you have your big sister to get you back on track.

[liviavanrouge]

Ticking Time Prologue- Rewind

Water fell, Livias eyes widening at how soaked her clothes were. Raylo and Fango laughed, pointing at her. "STUPID!!"Rayla laughs grinning at her.

Jeremiah stares Livia down with a blank expression, listening to his siblings laugh at the princess.

"You look stupid"Jeremiah comments coldly.

Livia sighed and chuckled, smiling at them all. "This was a great prank guys!"Livia beamed. Sebek stepped forward and handed her a towel, nodding to her.

"It's time for bed"Livia says standing up as she dried her hair. She walked away, Sebek beside her.

"Sebek, can you bring me that package you said came in?"Livia asks looking back at him.

Sebek bowed his head in response and left her side to retrieve the said item.

Livia made her way to her room and opened her door, letting it shut behind her. She immediately fell to her knees, her eyes wide as tears started to fall. "It's only until Jeremiah is nineteen..."Livia mumbles regaining her composure. She sighed and wiped her tears away, forcing herself to her feet.

The four kids had been sent to her by their aunt after the will said that she was to take care of the kids until Jeremiah was nineteen years old and then they could return home and have nothing to do with her anymore.

The kids had immediately started picking on her when they arrived here with Jeremiah watching with an expressionless look each time.

He'd join in depending on which kind of prank would be pulled on her. He had even locked her in a cold room one time and she nearly froze to death were it not for her using her thorns to break out.

She narrowed her eyes, a determined look back on her face, "Just gotta wait...I can handle them, I've been through worse!"

She changed into her nightgown, her hair up in a ponytail. Sebek entered her room with the package, passing it to her.

She nodded, dismissing the green haired boy. She waited for him to leave then opened the package, finding a bracelet inside. Her eyes widened, recognizing it as the one Jeremiah's mother had worn. Shock filled her, wondering how somebody could get their hands on it. "This is supposed to be in the manor-"Livia starts.

"Why do you have that."

Livia looked up, finding a shocked Jeremiah standing there his eyes on the bracelet.

"Jeremiah, it was sent to me, there's no note"Livia says standing up to hand the bracelet back to him.

He snatched the bracelet and slapped her hands, startling her. "YOU'RE A THIEF, YOU STOLE HER BRACELET!!"Jeremiah snapped glaring at her.

He shoved her backwards, sending her tripping over the package the bracelet had came in.

A shriek of pain filled the air, Livia sitting on her knees, touching her forehead that had a trail of blood coming from her temples. Her eyes stayed on the ground, a stunned look on her face.

"Princess!?" Raviola rushed in with the other servants behind her, yells of alarm coming from and few of them, immediately fussing over the girl.

Jeremiah stared with wide eyes then turned and left the room, gripping the bracelet tight in his hand. Livia bowed her head, letting out a small sigh as she used a healing spell on herself.

"Zander, Raviola, can you prepare a carriage for me?"Livia asks looking up. Both stared at her but gave her a small nod. "Isabella, help me get dressed"Livia orders getting to her feet.

~~

"LIVIA WOULDN'T STEAL ANYTHING!" Rayla glared at Jeremiah, Raylo nodding firmly behind her.

"You can make us bully her because YOU dislike her but accusing her of stealing is too far!"Fango agreed backing the twins up, his arms crossed.

"Then why'd she have our mother's bracelet!? Only a selfish thief would-"Jeremiah started. Rayla slapped his arm, glaring at him. He looked at her in shock, his eyes wide since she's never hit him before no matter how upset she was. "Don't you think maybe someone framed her!? You getting angry is probably what they want, you dolt!"Rayla scolds glaring at him.

Rayla perked up then beamed at everyone. "Maybe this is our chance to switch things around! We bake her a cake and apologize about this!"Rayla beamed Raylo and Fango beaming at her.

Jeremiah stared in disbelief that his siblings were trying to open up to a complete stranger.

Sure, she took care of them but they were still people she no doubt didn't want around her. That's why he didn't want any of them getting close to her. He didn't want to burden her anymore than she already had to deal with.

They were right, she didn't seem like the type to steal. She took care of them well too and besides, she could just take their fortune due to being the Crowned Princess.

As much as he wanted to apologize, he didn't want to face her again and see what kind of expression she'd make just seeing him.

He didn't want to- no, he couldn't stand to see it.

"No."

The trio looked at them, their eyes wide in disbelief. "What..."Fango mumbles stunned. Rayla and Raylo stared at him, their arms hanging at their sides. "Nobody is making cake and nobody is apologizing"Jeremiah says firmly, his eyes narrowed.

"Tomorrow is Rayla and Raylo's 9th birthday, so we're going to be focusing on that all day until it ends." He turned away, walking over to his bed.

"Now everyone go to sleep!"

Fango scowled and stormed over to his bed, throwing himself down onto it and snatching the blanket over his head. "STUPID JERK!!"

Rayla and Raylo went to their shared bed, grim looks on their faces as they climbed in and laid down.

Jeremiah stared at his siblings, his gaze slowly turning to look down at the bracelet in his palm. He really did overreact about his Mother's bracelet, especially towards the one person who seems to be showing genuine care towards them all.

He sighed and laid down, deciding to deal with it when the time came for it. He reached over and set the bracelet down on the nightstand, using a quick spell to turn the lights out

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY RAYLA! SIR RAYLO!"

Rayla beamed and laughed, confetti surrounding her. She smiled at everyone, wearing the dress Livia had gifted her a couple of days ago to wear for this day. "Thank you everyone!!"Rayla beamed her eyes sparkling excitedly. Raylo smiled beside her, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Where's Livia"Rayla asks scanning the crowd. She peeked around some of the guests, turning her head when a hand tapped her shoulder.

"She'll be back, she went out to investigate something"Zander responded, smiling down at her.

Commotion came from outside the front doors, the sound of running feet coming towards the room. Sebek bursted in, his eyes wide. "The princess!"Sebek calls Malleus sitting up looking widely alert.

"What..."Malleus demands, Aura looking at him then back towards Sebek. Rayla ran over to Sebek, her eyes wide. "What happened to her!? Is she okay, can we see her"Rayla asks gripping Sebek's sleeves.

Rayla's hands dropped, trembling at her sides. She fell to her knees, Raylo stepping forward.

"SHE'S DEAD!!!!!!!"

Jeremiah's eyes widened in shock, feeling his heart nearly come to a stop at his sisters scream.

Rayla rubbed her eyes, sobbing coming from her. She froze then shot up, making a beeline for him.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!"

Fango grabbed Rayla, hauling her away, tears falling down his cheeks. Raylo hurried over, his eyes wide as Rayla screamed curses and insults at the eldest.

"YOU MADE US HATE HER!!!!!! YOU'RE A JERK, I HATE YOU, I WISH YOU DIED INSTEAD!!!"Rayla screamed struggling against Fango, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"SHE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS FATE!!!!"

Fango trembled, hugging Rayla tight as she sobbed against him. "It's okay....it's okay, Rayla..."Fango mumbles Raylo looking close to breaking down next.

Jeremiah walked past them, following Malleus to inspect the damage. "You stay here." He looked up, finding Malleus staring down at him coldly.

"Croci, Daze, Lilana, Lukis and Bommi are gonna have to be put under the care of Leona Kingscholar now..."Aura reminds, getting Malleus' attention. Malleus nodded and walked away, leaving Jeremiah alone in the hallway.

Jeremiah turned, letting his feet carry him down the hallway. His fists trembled as he went from a walk to a jog to a full sprint down the hall, hurrying towards Livias room. "This is my fault...it's all my fault!"Jeremiah mumbles.

His hand grabbed the doorknob of Livias room, bursting inside. "Father gave me this, it only has a two time use." He pulled out a pocket watch, staring at it then dropped down to his knees, clasping his hands around it.

"Give me a second chance, PLEASE!!! Let me fix this! ...let me save her."

Quickened clicking came from the pocket watch then came to a stop, his gaze lifting and scanning the room finding everything the same.

His eyes widened in disbelief, bowing his head. The door opened, heels clicking against the ground. "Jeremiah?" His gaze shot up, staring at Livia.

The girl stepped closer, scanning her bed cautiously. "You didn't put candy in my bed again did you?"Livia asks.

His hands shot out, grabbing her dress as he sobbed, clinging to her. "It worked!! IT WORKED!! IT WORKED!!!!" Livia stared at him with wide eyes stunned, gently and carefully kneeling down to his level.

"A-Are you alright?"Livia asks stunned to see him like this. "I-It worked...."Jeremiah mumbles tightening his grip on the cloth of her outfit.

Silence passed for a second then Livia patted his back. "Did you have a nightmare?" A nod came in response from him, resting his head in her lap as tears fell.

"The worst kind"Jeremiah mutters closing his eyes, letting her pat his head to calm him.

She was alive, now all he had to do was figure out three things.

Why was the bracelet sent to her?

Who killed her and why?

Lastly, how much time did he have before her death day?

Jeremiah opened his eyes, narrowing them, swearing that this time would be different.

He was going to change how things were and make sure his guardian lived.

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @teddymochi @soulfungai @fair-night-starry-tears @abyssthing198 @writing-heiress

[zeussim]

my dad has always been very angry. At this point it’s more annoying then anything because I’m just always expecting it. I’m expecting the yelling or the snappiness 24/7 so I just try to avoid convo as much as I can. And here’s the thing my dad ALWAYS shows remorse. He’s “sorry” after he yells but no it doesn’t make it better, it’s just more confusing. You wonder if it’s you who causes them to react that way if they are so loving after then obviously they aren’t bad it has to be your fault right?

sorry I just really related to your post about your mom. Esp the guilt tripping but I def wanted to tell you that even if she were remorseful, it doesn’t change the hurt much. (Esp when they don’t change the behavior and just find new ways to be hurtful while calling you sensitive for being rightfully upset).

Sorry, I didn't reply to this immediately. I've been having a hard time answering asks, but it is not okay for dad to be so angry even though he's remorseful. I especially don't like that you've desensitized so much to it that is only annoying to you. It should never feel normal or to be expected when someone snaps at you.

And yeah, my mom has always been quite rough when it came to other people's feelings - the same cannot be said for her own. But yeah, I am a sensitive person even though my parents really did their best to desensitize me, which only brought depression so that was nice. I'm just gonna - I just remember the most ironic scene like they would always scold me for having feelings because they didn't feel I ought to and it was annoying to them. And then my mom acted all shocked when I didn't cry at my aunt's funeral at around 8/9. Like, what do you expect when you've told your child repeatedly it cannot express emotion. To this day I don't know how to process deaths. Often, they don't process until years later - which is also why I'm trying to process this stuff before it happens bc I just know I'm gonna be so cold when it actually happens.

But yes, I agree with everything you're saying! And I hope you can get out of that situation soon. Always being kept on your toes isn't very nice - I know. <3

[phillipsgraves]

a gentle kiss to ask forgiveness + malana peas

malana angst momence woooo

The drive back to Alana's apartment was quiet— deafening, even.

Another argument, one they can't seem to stop having, and Alana was tired of it. They'd more or less confirmed their relationship over a month ago, but would it fucking kill Matthias to act like it? Would it hurt to just look her in the eyes at least once and tell her that he loved her?

Clearly, considering the bastard acted like even just being in the same room as her was too dangerous. Their fighting had reached its fever pitch in the parking lot, and not once did he raise his voice. He didn't yell, didn't point fingers, and instead opened the car door for her and told her to get in. Like a parent scolding a spoiled brat, and that only upset Alana more. She wanted to shove him off and tell him to at least act like he cares enough to be upset. But she doesn't. One quick attempt at reading him gives her the same result as always— nothing. Matthias doesn't care.

Alana shrugs her coat off once she crosses the threshold of her apartment, Matthias quick to pull it away. He hangs it on the rack and puts her heels away before trailing after her into the living room. It's no surprise when he gives her that same blank stare. Alana crosses her arms.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you're fucking sorry," Alana spits out, and she actually does shove him this time— with enough force that even he stumbles back. "You're always sorry. I'm sick of it." She quickly wipes her tears away when they start to well up. "I'm sick of you always treating me like nothing. I'm not here to entertain you just because you're bored."

"Alana—"

"No, I'm sick of you." She chokes back a sob. "And I hate you. I hate you. I don't want to see you anymore." She's vaguely aware of Matthias pulling her into his arms, only because she realizes she's weakly punching his chest, sniveling like a toddler.

Matthias swallows thickly. "Okay, I'll go, then." His rough fingers gently brush through her hair. "Will you at least let me kiss you goodnight?"

"Do whatever the hell you want, Matthias. I don't care."

She does care, though. She wants to pull him in herself, take back everything she's said tonight. She hates to admit it, but it's comforting in his arms. He's rocking her. Alana leans into his touch when he wipes her tears away.

"I'm sorry, Alana," Matthias says again, and he carefully leans down to kiss the corner of her mouth, then her lips. A silent apology, one she's come to know. "I love you."

Alana bites back the urge to scoff. Yeah, right, she wants to say. But she keeps her eyes shut, as she feels his warmth dissipating. It's replaced with something else— it feels… blue. A deep, somber blue. She's… feeling someone's emotions. Heavy remorse. But not hers. She opens her eyes.

It's… Matthias. Even as he steps further and further away from her, it doesn't stop the emotions radiating from him. Her expression falls.

"Mattie, wait," she calls out, waiting until he's facing her again. "I changed my mind," she says, voice small. "I don't hate you. I want to be held."

Almost immediately, she's in his arms again, and Alana holds on as tightly as she can manage. "I'm sorry, I—" she starts, but Matthias gently shushes her.

"Don't apologize, Alana," he murmurs. She nods as they wordlessly get ready for bed, crawling into his arms once they were settled.

"I'm not sick of you," Alana mumbles.

"I care about you," Matthias murmurs in return. "It's…" he sighs, slightly frustrated. "It's hard. I'm not ready to talk about it yet. I'm sorry."

She gently headbutts him. "It's okay. I'll be here when you are." She offers a gentle smile when he looks down at her. "I love you."

Matthias shuts his eyes. "I love you, too."

Alana supposes she can live with that.

[haleyhunwritess]

Careful baby

Warnings: Mentions of spankings, ddlg/little reader, yelling, dark-ish fic

Summary: Little!reader refusing to take her medicine (on account of it being “icky”) until someone decides to threaten them with a spanking from a certain someone with a metal arm.

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Steve x Little!Reader, Soft!Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

“Daddy no! no! no! I don’t need any medicine, it’s icky and I don’t like it!”

“Sweetheart, please just listen to me. It’ll make you feel tons better. It’ll get rid of all the icky feelings and then no more sickies for my little princess. Please, darling…just listen to Daddy this one time, okay?” Steve looked down at you sympathetically as you lay in your bed cuddled up with your favourite stuffies. It broke his heart to see you feeling this unwell, and even more now that you were crying over having to take some medicine.

You shake your head once again before rolling over and shoving your face in one of your pillows while lightly sobbing. The medicine tasted icky, and you already feel icky so you don’t want to feel any worse, why can’t your daddies understand that?

Steve sighs and puts down the medicine before sitting down on the bed next to you and slowly turning you to look at him “Babygirl…I didn’t wanna have to do this…if you don’t take your medicine then I’ll have to call your Dada home from work to make sure you take your medicine.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of your Dada coming home early from work just to give you your medicine. You knew he wouldn’t be impressed with your refusal to take your medication, however, you still couldn’t stand the idea of taking the bad-tasting medication and feeling even worse than you do right now. Starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, you reach for your paci that’s on the bedside table, but Steve grabs it before you can and quickly stands up.

“What’s it gonna be, babygirl? Should I grab the medicine or get the lotion ready instead?” Steve bites back a smirk when you look up at him with a confused expression. However, that confused expression is quickly replaced with a scared look when you notice him opening up the drawer filled with aftercare products that Steve and Bucky spoil you with after giving you an intense punishment. He pulls out a special cream that Bucky uses on you usually after using his metal arm for a long and harsh spanking.

“Daddy no…” you start to cry harder and make grabby hands for him as the tears are streaming down your face.

He quickly walks back over to you with a smile and picks you up before popping the paci in your mouth.

“Hmm so what do you think, babygirl? Should we give Dada a call?” He lightly bounced you in his arms while picking up his phone and dialing Bucky’s number before you could even answer him.

“Daddy no! I hab medicine! Pwease no call Dada! Pwease I pwomise I be good for Daddy!” you spit the paci out and start to cry harder, knowing that Bucky was going to be really upset with you now. All of a sudden, you start to cough uncontrollably as a result of all the crying, making Steve panic momentarily. He quickly puts his phone down, not bothering to hang up.

“Shh shhh…you’re okay sweetheart…shhh it’s okay Daddy is here.” He starts to rub your back gently while whispering sweet little nothings in your ear every now and then. You start to calm down slightly, but still scared of getting a punishment. You think back to when they first took you and how terribly quick they were to punish you for the smallest mistakes. The biggest one being your countless tries to leave the compound and talking about how much you miss your old life. You shiver slightly thinking back to that memory and quickly slip your thumb in your mouth.

“Darling, what did we say about putting your thumb in your mouth?” Steve lightly scolded you while grabbing another clean paci from the dresser and carefully replacing your thumb with it.

“Sowwy, Daddy…” you whisper quietly before starting to softly suck on the paci and resting your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. You’re still learning. Isn’t that right?” you quickly lift your head up to nod at him, then hesitantly point at the medication on your bedside table.

Steve walks back over to your bed, gently placing you down before picking up the medicine again. You try not to pout and wait for him to give you the medicine. Steve carefully poured some of the cough syrup into the small little cap before handing it over to you. You stare at the small cap for a minute, debating if the spanking might be worth waiting to take it. Steve sits down next to you and takes the medicine from you, before holding your hands down with one of his hands, and then gently encouraging you to take the medicine. You close your eyes and hold your nose before gulping it down, trying not to gag. He quickly hands you your bottle filled with water to wash it down.

“There we go, sweet girl. That wasn’t so hard now was it, babygirl?” Steve puts the medicine away and helps you lay back down before handing you your paci back. He gets up from the bed and leans down to give you a kiss on your forehead before walking out of the room to allow you to cry yourself to sleep.

A few hours later, you feel something cool on your arm, gently shaking you awake. You rub your eyes furiously before you realize a metal arm pulls your hands away from your eyes.

“Careful babydoll, wouldn’t want you to hurt those pretty eyes.”

You quickly open your eyes and realize Bucky is finally home, making you clutch your stuffie tightly.

“You know Steve always forgets to hang up the call before putting his phone down. He’s a bit silly sometimes huh? Is that why my babydoll was giving him so much trouble earlier?” you whimper lightly knowing where this is heading. You start to crawl back further away from him when you notice the special cream on the bedside table.

“Alright doll, you know the drill. How many spankings do you think are fair? Since you’re sick I don’t want to make you feel any worse, does 25 sound fair to you, love?”

[jiyeonnnn]

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ; 𝘄. 𝘆𝘂𝗸𝗵𝗲𝗶

PAIRING/S: wong yukhei x male reader

GENRE: slight angst, fluff, smut

WARNINGS: this is poorly written, spread of fake rumors, slight rebellion against teachers, mentions of rejections, flashbacks, doubts, implied femboy!reader, jock!lucas, mentions of alcohol consumption, short smut at the end, soft sex, praising

REQUESTED: @cherubsandswans

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted/expected. i also would like to apologize on how delayed it was 😭 feedback is always appreciated <3

exhaustion was slowly consuming you as you ran incessantly through the school's quiet corridors. running has never been your strong suit, but you are forced to do it because you are now 30 minutes late for your first class.

when you walked into your classroom, you were greeted with a lot of stares, as well as a loud scolding from your teacher.

she chastised you for a variety of reasons, including the possibility of detention, but you couldn't care less because you knew her teaching was poor and you learned the majority of your lessons on her subject through self-study. you sassily walked to your seat, rolling your eyes, without apologizing to your teacher. you ignored her nagging as you applied lip gloss to your chapped lips.

not long after, another student arrived late to your class for who knows what reason, which seems to irritate your teacher even more. you were minding your own business when you heard your name called to leave the class.

slamming her hands on the desks, your teacher suddenly lashed out, "i will not tolerate irresponsible behavior in this class. mr. [l/n], you should join mr. wong here and leave my class; only return if you've learned how to be responsible,". your mouth hung open from your professor's sudden irrationality in kicking you out just because someone else was also late. slightly recovering from your shock, you began walking out of your class, silently cursing your professor.

as you exited the room, you encountered a very tall man looking so apologetic, "look, i'm sorry. i had no idea-," he began to apologize, but you cut him off. "save it, mister. i don't want to deal with anything or anyone right now; you can go wherever you want to go," you said as you began to walk away, to who knows where.

"but i'm not sure where to go right now. please let me accompany you." he chased you down the hall, giving you an unironic puppy look. you ignored him, thinking he was just playing with you, but to your surprise, he is persistent in gaining your attention.

you made your way to an empty study room to begin studying your textbooks in the hopes of catching up on the lecture when you returned to class, but much to your dismay, a tall-ass man was starting to get on your nerves with his loud mouth. his nonsense blurting begins to irritate you, but only until you've had enough and confronted him.

"let's be clear about something. what exactly do you want from me? " you inquired sternly. he was taken aback by the question, but still decided to respond, "nothing, i just thought i could use some company, since you know, we don't have much else to do right now."

"look, i know you're upset about what happened, but there's nothing we can do about it right now." let's just take advantage of this time to enjoy each other's company, shall we? " he continued, but you just shook your head and went back to reading. he pouted as a result of your actions, but he is still determined to get your attention focused on him, so he took your textbook away, which surprised you.

"hey, return it!" you yelled, but he just shook his head with a playful expression, "no can do, pretty boy," he said. flustered by the pet name, you had no choice but to give in and get along with the boy.

‘finally’ he thought. “now, now. no need to sulk, pretty boy, i’m here to keep you entertained rather than that textbook of yours,” he added.

“ok, ok.” you replied.

you both learned a lot about each other during that time. his name is lucas wong, and he is a well-known varsity student, yada-yada-yada. and him, discovering your love of art, particularly ballet dancing and renaissance art and, unknowingly, lucas has found interest in you.

without admitting it, you actually enjoyed his company; he's a lot of fun to be around, but you can't let your guard down with him, especially after what happened before.

-

since that day, you and lucas have always been seen with each other, eating lunch together, sharing and teaching your hobbies, and tutoring him with his missed lessons after his practices or games. there was also a time when you both decided to intentionally be late for your first class in order to irritate the teacher. you never expected to be caught up with someone like lucas again, but you enjoyed it, you enjoyed being with him as you both took your shots at enjoying your youth through rebellious acts.

you both grew fond of each other to the point where it wasn't lost on the rest of the campus, and that is where a small problem grew.

gossips began to circulate from every corner of the school, claiming that lucas was in an actual relationship with a girl, or that lucas was simply using you for his advantage, and in the worst case scenario, many girls spread a rumor about you, claiming that you were only using lucas for clout. you didn't care because you thought it was just them being themselves.

-

it was now night at the schoolyards, and the campus was holding an event to celebrate something, and you were set to perform an interpretative dance with other dancers.

setting yourself up on stage to perform, you looked around the audience to see everyone's faces, some stern, some anticipating, but what caught your eye the most was the bright smile from lucas' face from afar, which took away all of your nervousness as you began dancing the routine to the music.

you started dancing sharply with all confidence, but it was smooth to watch. lucas was watching from the sidelines and was astounded by how well you controlled your body. he always told himself that he liked women, but when he saw you, he couldn't take his eyes off you; you drew him in like no one else, and he likes it. as he continued to watch your performance, he noticed how your curves were accentuated by the leotard you were wearing, how your body flowed throughout the performance, and by the end, he was certain he was in love with you.

you and lucas met backstage at the end of the dance and decided to abandon the entire event. you both went to an empty open-field stadium with the intention of wasting your time.

lucas smirked and drew a bottle of liquor from his bag, inviting you to join him for a drink. despite your hesitations at first, you agreed to join him. while drinking, you two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the night's silence, far from the event inside the pavilion.

in the midst of being at peace, your mind becomes clogged up by your previous love experiences. you start to remember how you've been treated by guys in the past, how you've been played and taken advantage of because you have feelings for them. your mind was being consumed by the trauma caused by these playboys that tears started to flow down your cheeks without you knowing it.

lucas noticed your sniffles and the sadness on your face. he got up from his seat and walked over to you to comfort you, but you quickly backed away from him. you then pursued him to ask him a question, "lucas, please be honest with me this time." what am i really to you? ”

he was taken aback by your unexpected question, but he managed to respond, "what were you asking, [y/n]?" he asked, perplexed.

"just answer me, lucas! are you like the other guys who preyed on my heart? are you also here to play with my emotions and then leave me? " you inquired, but this time it was tinged with uncertainty and conflicted emotions.

trying to piece together where you're coming from, the taller boy decided to pull you into a tight embrace, ignoring your resistance and letting you give in to the warmth of his hug. when you had calmed down, he decided to clear your mind and allow you to open up. calmly, he asked, "where is this coming from, [y/n]? tell me, and i'll listen."

at that point, you began telling him about how your heart had been passed around by various people; how you developed a fear of being hurt by love; and how you built emotional walls to protect yourself from these types of people. lucas can clearly see your anxiety and how you depreciate yourself in telling him about your experience, so he decided to cut you off with a kiss.

"don't ever depreciate yourself like that," he said, pulling apart and looking directly into your glossy eyes. “you are sufficient for me, and that is the only reason i will not leave you alone. you may have had this experience in the past, but trust me when i say that i have no intention of making you cry for my pleasures; don't ever listen to rumors because you're more than that.”

his reassurance made you genuinely smile. he then got to his feet and led you into the restroom. you both kissed each other like there was no tomorrow, a kiss that expressed both love and assurance.

both of your teeth clashed down in that hungry kiss, as your tongues swirled together. when you both pulled away from each other, a string of saliva was visible. as you entered an empty cubicle stall, the two of you began to remove your clothes.

lucas sat on the toilet bowl while you kneeled in front of him to suck him. taking his pants down, you can clearly see his huge bulge, and you confidently removed all of his undergarments and put his length inside your warm mouth.

the boy moaned with the wetness of your mouth. he was feeling euphoric on how well you sucked his member off. lucas gradually began to take control of your head and bobbed it up and down in his pace. this went on for quite some time, all the while making sure you didn't get hurt. lucas grunted loudly as he painted the walls of your mouth white with his sperm as he approached his release.

he motioned for you to get up and tapped his thighs, implying you to ride him, and you obeyed without hesitation, inserting his hard member into your hole. you began riding him slowly at first as you adjusted to his size, but quickly quickened your pace once you became accustomed to it.

wanton moans filled the silent comfort room, the two of you drowning in the pleasure you're bringing to each other.

lucas stroked your cheeks, wiping away the tear stains while staring into your swollen eyes from crying earlier.

"you're so pretty for me, baby- ah," he said, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach, "taking me in like this, i promise, my pretty boy, i will never let you get hurt again." he continued.

you bounced and bounced until you both reached your climaxes.

that night, you were both caught up in each other's emotions. a night full of sweet compliments and assurances that you will never be hurt again.

this time, you can finally say that you were grateful for your tardiness during that first class period, because you would never have met the man you married years later if you hadn't been late.

[just-jordie-things]

Bite Me - Mike Wheeler

word count: 4052 warnings: swearing, unedited and poorly written summary: Mike has harbored a crush on (y/n) since the day they met.  And all it takes is a run-in with Billy Hargrove for him to lose his shit and let his feelings be known. (a/n): I just randomly felt the need to write for one of my best boys

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(y/n) (y/l/n) was a sweet girl. If you asked anyone they’d tell you how kind she is, to everyone she meets.  From giving out homework answers when someone forgot, to sharing her lunch, she’d lend a hand no matter who you were.  She was a good person, and that’s why Mike was so in love with her.

He had been ever since she’d joined the Party, back in the fourth grade.  She’d been bringing in an extra juice box and snack for two weeks, just for Will, and the four boys agreed unanimously to offer her a spot in their group.  Mike can still remember the look on her face, the wide grin that showed off her recently lost tooth, and the way she’d giggled and agreed instantly.

They taught her D&D, she was invited into Will’s fort, and taken in by Joyce as one of her own.  She was truly one of them.

She didn’t look at him like everyone else did, it’s one of the first things he’d noticed about her, and he could see it every time their eyes met.  That annoyed expression that he was used to receiving -from peers, from his parents, even Nancy, even their friends- he’d grown so accustomed to it, until he’d met her.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” Mike was shouting, about to lunge towards Steve, before (y/n) and Dustin grabbed his arms to yank him back.  “We can’t just stay here and-”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Steve shouted back, shoving a scolding finger in the younger boy’s face.  “We’re staying here, so I can keep you dipshits safe!”

Steve rolled his eyes before spinning around to leave.  Nothing stressed him out like these kids.

“Come on, we’ll figure something else out” (y/n) said quietly, and tugged on Mike’s arm a little more.  

His glare softened when he turned to her.

She nods her head off to the side, prompting him to walk off with her.  He groaned, but he followed when she pulled him towards the living room.  Her hand didn’t let go of his wrist until they were away from everyone else.

“You know nothing you could say right now is gonna make me less pissed off-”

“I know,” (y/n) giggles before he can start ranting again.  “But maybe you can just take a breath and pretend to calm down?” She hums, and she laughs again.

Mike groans loudly, loud enough that everyone in the house could hear him, before he threw himself down onto the sofa.

(y/n) just shook her head, and sat next to him.

“Steve’s just trying to keep us safe, Mike,” She says, voice just as soft, but a bit more serious now.  “He’s not doing this to make you mad, you get that, right?”

He nods, but hangs his head in his hands.

“Are you… um… upset because El’s out there?” She asked unsurely.

She had a pretty good feeling that Mike had a crush on Eleven.  He was distraught when she left, and since she’d come back (a few hours ago) he’s been extremely on edge.  Hence the pouting right now.

“I guess,” He shrugged.  “I just- I want to just-”

“I know,” (y/n) murmurs again.  “I get it”

She admired Mike’s need to help, to get involved.  He was brave, if not a little reckless as well.  But there was something sweet about his extreme need to help.  Even though she was still convinced he was only wired this way because of his crush on Eleven.

Mike looked over to her, finding that loving look on her face.  His favorite expression -maybe even his favorite thing- and it somehow calmed him down a bit.  She smiled when he hadn’t started grumbling again.

“You good now?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed.  “I’ll be fine”

She grinned, and poked his cheek affectionately before getting up from the couch.  

“I’m gonna get a glass of water and make sure Steve’s calmed down too,” She told him.  “Guess I’m the only sane one around here”

He laughed a bit as she left the room.

“Steve?” (y/n) called gently as she approached her older friend.

He turned to her, an unamused, and rather annoyed, look on his face.

“You alright?”

“I will be, once I’m in a retirement home and have restraining orders placed on all of you,” He answered, making the girl laugh.  “Your boyfriend calm down yet?” He asked, and her laughter stopped almost instantly.

Steve was chuckling now at how red her cheeks were turning.

“He’s not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, heard it before, pretended to believe it before, whatever,” He said, and (y/n) busied herself with getting a drink.  “Now’s as good a time as any to just, you know, confess.  You’re stuck here anyways”

“No I… I can’t um…” She shakes her head, staring down at the bottle of water she’d grabbed from the fridge.  “I can’t do that” She finished weakly.

Steve had known (y/n) for a few years now.  He’d met her the first night he’d hung out with Nancy in the Wheeler home, she’d been there with Mike coming up with a new character for D&D.  His first impression, as it was for all of the kids, was that she was a geek.  And she was, but she was a lot of other things too, and what stood out the most to him was her kindness.  She didn’t exactly fit in with the Party like the boys seemed to.  Not only because she was a girl, but because she was… friendly.

Mike wasn’t cruel to Steve by any means, but he was a snarky little shit that sometimes made Steve just want to-

“Why the hell do you like that little asshole so much anyways?”

(y/n) was still blushing as she shrugged her shoulders.

He’d picked up on her little crush one of the first times she’d met him.  He called her out on it right away too, luckily only Dustin had heard, and he’d laughed it off, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

“He’s such a piece of shit,” Steve said through a laugh, earning a pointed glare from (y/n).  “Obviously he doesn’t treat you the same way he treats, well, everyone else”

“No, he doesn’t,” (y/n) sighed lovingly.  

Her eyes glanced out to the living room, where Mike and Lucas were heatedly, and quietly, arguing.  She rolled her eyes at the sight, not that it surprised her.

“He’s very, um-”

“Sweet on you?” Steve supplied, earning another look, which quickly turned into a nervous smile.  “Yeah, that’s how I’d put it.  I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it.  He obviously has a little crush on you too,” Steve said, wagging his finger around in her face.  “Otherwise he wouldn’t be such a little gentleman towards you”

(y/n) didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t have to for Steve to know how she felt.  He’d always known.  She didn’t do a great job at hiding it, but her friends, and Mike for that matter, were oblivious.

They were interrupted by a bright light shining in through the windows, bright enough that she shielded her eyes as she wandered out to the large picture window.

“Who is that?” She asked, as everyone gathered around to figure out who could show up at the Byers’ house right now.

Their question was quickly answered.

“Sinclair!”

The angry, dangerous voice sent a shiver all the way down (y/n’s) spine, before an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.  Billy Hargrove was bad news, but him being here, right now, was even worse.

“Stay inside” Steve ordered, shoving the kids down underneath the window.

“I know you’re in there!” Billy screamed again from outside.

“Stay inside” Steve repeated, before walking out of the house.

“What the fuck does he think he’s gonna do?” Lucas asked, as everyone peeked their heads up just enough so they could see what was going on outside.

“He’s gonna fight him” Dustin said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“He’ll lose,” Max mumbled.  All eyes turned to her, but her gaze was trained on her brother, afraid.  “He’ll kill him”

“He’ll be okay,” (y/n) whispered to her new friend.  “Steve’s a tough guy, and can throw a punch-”

“I’m not so sure he can take one, though” Max said.

(y/n) frowned, and set a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“We’ll be alright” She assured, even though she wasn’t certain what was going to happen.

Steve was now walking down to Billy, who was still yelling, but they couldn’t make out what exactly.

“What’s he saying?” Mike hissed, only to get shushed by Dustin, thus starting a ‘shh!’ war.

(y/n) only let it go on until Billy shoved Steve back by his shoulders.

“Boys!” She scolded, sitting up a little straighter as the fight outside escalated.

Just as she’d sat up, Mike grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back down.

“You want to get seen and murdered?” He whisper screamed.  She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her sweet smile.  His brow furrowed at her smile, but he wasn’t quick enough to say anything about it, as everyone’s attention was pulled back to the scene outside.

Billy had shoved Steve to the ground, and was racing up to the house now.  He locked eyes with the Party, who all quickly leaned down as low to the floor as they could get.

“Lucas, run!” Max screamed, shoving the boy to haul ass before her brother could storm in and get his hands on him.

When the door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall, Mike grabbed (y/n) by both arms and just about ripped them out of their sockets as he pulled her upwards with him to get her as far fucking away from Billy as possible.

“We have to help Lucas!” She tried telling him while he dragged her off to the other side of the house.  “Mike!” She shoved his hands off of her, and gave him a pleading look.  “This isn’t like you, come on, he needs our-”

“Where are you, Sinclair!? Come on out!”

She ran away from Mike before he could convince her to hide.

Finding Lucas shoved up against the wall, something in her clicked.  Billy’s significantly larger framed towered over the boy, who was clearly afraid, while Billy snarled nasty things right in his face.

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” She yelled at him, before thinking through the consequences of her actions.

Dustin and Mike stared at her in shock.  She didn’t curse much, so to hear the foul word come out in her voice was… pretty out of character.

Just as Billy whirled around, likely about to send one knockout punch to her face, Lucas took his moment of distraction to knee him right between the legs.  (y/n) squealed, both hands covering her mouth in surprise.

It was then that she took Mike’s advice to run back into the kitchen, and duck down behind the cabinets so she was out of sight.  

“You’re fucking dead!” Billy howled in pain, and while every bone in (y/n’s) body told her to cover her ears, close her eyes, and stay hidden, she peeked around the corner anyways.

“No,” A different voice, a calm voice, a familiar voice, spoke up.

(y/n) had never been so relieved to see Steve in her whole life.

“You are” He finished, and took a strong swing of his fist against Billy’s jaw.

The crack that resonated made her wince, and she shut her eyes only for a moment as illy toppled backwards.  He didn’t fall, and instead swung back at Steve, starting a very violent fistfight in the Byers’ kitchen.

“Come on, you gotta move” A pair of arms encircled her torso and helped her up from the ground.  

Mike’s hands were much more gentle with her now than they had been a few minutes ago, and this time she let him bring her out to the living room, away from the fight.

Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Billy throw Steve around the kitchen effortlessly.  It was terrifying, she felt as though she was about to see him get killed.

When he landed a rather harsh punch, right under Steve’s chin, she cried out for him.

Steve crumbled to the ground, definitely knocked unconscious.  He looked dead, though, and as the thought crossed her mind, she felt it again.  The snap.  Like an instinct buried deep was just let loose.

“You motherfucking piece of shit!” She screamed in a way that Mike, or any of them, had ever heard before, and was charging at Billy in an instant.

It was a hasty decision, grabbing the beautiful vase of flowers off of Joyce Byers’ table and throwing it full force at the back of Billy’s head.

While his head was soaked, and definitely bleeding from the shards of glass, he still managed to stay standing, and was fuming with anger as he glared down at (y/n).

“You made a big mistake little girl” He growled, and began to stalk towards her in a threatening manner.

“Bite me” She snarled back at him, followed by the rash decision to spit on him.

“(y/n) what the hell are you-!?”

Mike’s warning was cut off when Billy reached her, and she kicked him with all the force she could right in the gut.  He grunted, but it hardly slowed him down.  All she could see was red as she kicked him again, and began to throw her fists against his chest.

She didn’t have an ‘oh fuck’ moment until he grabbed her wrists in his large hands, and kept his hold so firm that tears welled in her eyes from the pressure.

“I’m gonna fucing kill you, little girl” He snarled, teeth bared right in her face.

Oh, fuck.

She tried to yank her body backwards, out of his grip, but he was faster, and stronger, and bigger than her.  This resulted in her being thrown, no, slammed into the nearest wall.  She cried at the crack of her skull against it, but had no time to react as Billy’s fist was all she could see, before it struck her and knocked her out instantaneously.

She fell like a limp, broken thing, and even when Mike grabbed her and shook her by her shoulders, she remained unconscious.  It didn’t matter that Billy was still looking for blood, he pulled her into his lap and held her close against his chest.  He was living a delusion thinking he could protect either of them if Billy came back for more, but he didn’t care.  He was gonna keep her safe now.

Max had plunged the syringe into her brother’s neck, and was threatening him with Steve’s bat, but Mike hardly paid them any attention.

“(y/n), wake up, come on,” His voice was barely a mumble, and he hated to admit it but his throat was growing hot and tight with his tears choking him up.  “C-come on open your eyes” He stuttered.

He pushed her hair out of her face so that it wouldn’t get sticky from the blood running out of her nose.  He wiped away the red substance with his sleeve, not bothered by it at all.

“We’re going!” Lucas called, and rushed over to Mike to help him carry her.  “Dustin Will and Max are getting Steve in the back.  I’ll help you with her”

Mike didn’t have time to question anything Lucas had just said, and hastily went along with the plan.  They looped (y/n’s) arms over both of their shoulders, and made their way out to Billy’s car. ___

Everything.

Hurt.

It was the first thing that (y/n) was aware of when she came to.  Her legs, her arms, her torso, her head-

Oh shit my head hurts.

She groaned softly, reaching a shaky hand up to prod around her eye.  She wasn’t exactly sure why, but it was definitely bruised.  The rest of her body had to have been bruised too.

She suddenly shot upward as the car went over a bump, and that’s when she realized she was even in a car.  Why was she in a car…?

Her head rolled against the seat, and she was met with someone’s shoulder against her cheek.  She winced at the pressure, probably because her cheek was bruised and bleeding.

“(y/n)?” A gentle, but distant voice called.  It sounded kind of hazy, like the person talking was miles away, and not right next to her.  “Hey, can you hear me?”

Her eyes met Mike’s round and worried brown ones, and a lazy smile tugged on the edges of her lips.  Even though his brow was furrowed, and there was a deep frown on his lips.

“What happened?” She asked, voice scratchy and quiet.

“What happened?” Mike repeated, much louder than he intended.  She flinched, and while an apologetic look swept over his face, he didn’t apologize.  “(y/n), you attacked Billy Hargrove” He told her in a grave tone.

“I did?” She asked proudly, her smile returning.

“No- don’t- jesus (y/n) what the hell are you on?” He asked.  “He almost killed you, I mean, look at you!”

“Can you please stop yelling dipshit?” Max called from the front.  “I’m trying to focus here!”

(y/n’s) eyes widened, and it dawned on her that Max was the one driving.  But just as she opened her mouth to protest being in the car right now, Mike continued on with his angry little rant.

“I mean, seriously, what the hell, (y/n/n)? Did you think you were gonna win? Did you really think that you were gonna take him down?”

Her brow crinkled and her eyes welled with tears, both from all the pain and his cruel words.

“Do you even realize that he could’ve killed you? Huh? I mean, I really thought he did for a second.  Do you even care?”

“What’s your problem right now?” The girl whimpered

“You are! You’re my problem,” He said, not thinking through the fact that she was crying right now.  “That was really stupid (y/n), really reckless”

“Oh, because you care so much about playing it safe,” She scoffed.

It was getting awkward for the others in the car, minus Steve, who was still knocked out.

“All you wanted to do tonight was to get out there- well- well here we are, Mike!” She shouted.  It hurt her head to yell, and Max was yelling again too, but she drowned it out.  “Hope you’re freakin’ happy” She mumbled, holding her hands against the side of her head.

Mike sighed, and pulled her hands away from her face, staring at her seriously.

“(y/n)...” He said softly.  “I’m sorry it’s just…” He let out one more heavy breath to prepare himself before diving in.  “Look at yourself (y/n), you’re hurt and there’s- there’s nothing I can do about it”

(y/n’s) brow furrowed as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean?” She mumbled weakly.

“I mean I- you… I have to… ugh” He groaned, clearly frustrated by his inability to form a coherent thought.

“You have to… what?” She hummed, face leaning around his shoulder tiredly.  

They were close enough that their whispers were only heard by them.  And somehow, it felt like they were the only people in the car.

“Mike?” She whispered when he hadn’t said anything yet.

His eyes flickered over her battered face.  The black eye, her split lip, her bruised and cut cheek, his heart broke looking at how much pain she must be in right now.  He couldn’t believe he let this happen.

“...protect you” He answered lamely.

“Protect me?” She repeats, soft, and loving.  “From what?”

“Apparently everything from interdimensional monsters to senior year bullies” He said, making her laugh softly.

“You don’t have to do that,” She said with a small shake of her head.  “I’m alright, I will be anyways.  You don’t have to worry so much about me-”

“See I do though- you- you make it impossible not to worry.  I’m just always- I’m a mess, okay?”

She giggled again, and rose a brow.

“I’m not following…you sound kinda crazy Mike-”

“I love you, okay?” He told her.

She choked.

“And I just need you to not get yourself hurt… okay?”

She’d never heard him speak so quietly, so nervously.

“You- you’re- um-”

“No more fighting people- and-and things- bigger than you, deal?”

His hands cupped around her face, thumb stroking over the bruise on her cheekbone in a comforting sort of way.  She swore she was melting into his touch, for a moment she forgot all about the agony her body was in.

She didn’t think twice about leaning off his shoulder so she could reach up and plant her lips against his.  It’s a gentle kiss, because her lips are sore and she was a bit nervous.  

Mike’s eyes widened, and he was sure this wasn’t real.  No, it couldn’t be real, there was no way (y/n) was kissing him.  Maybe he was the one that got knocked out? And this is all some kind of twisted nightmare-dream?

But it was real, she was kissing him.  And it was… wow it was great.

She’d almost pulled away, but he pulled her right back in, and shut his eyes to kiss her properly this time.

If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to just take her and pour every ounce of love he had for her into this kiss, but it would probably only hurt her more.

They were cut off by a low whistle, and (y/n) turned to see Steve, who had apparently been sat next to her this whole time, and Dustin, who was sat on his other side, both giving the pair very different looks.

Despite his face looking just as messed up as hers, Steve pulled a sly grin, and winked.

Dustin, however, looked like he might vomit.

“What.  The.  Fuck!?” His voice cracked when he screamed, making both (y/n) and Mike jump a bit in their seat.  “You guys have been- been- hooking up this whole time!?”

“What? No!” (y/n) argued back, shaking her head and trying to kill the idea in Dustin’s head before it escalated, but it seemed to be too late for that.  

“You have! You’ve been frenching!”

“Oh my god,” Mike rolled his eyes.  “Dustin, shut up”

“Can we save this argument for later, fellas?” Max hollered from the front.  “I don’t think that this is the most important thing going on-”

“W-wait a- wait a minute- wait a-!” Steve’s eyes widened as he started to panic.  “No! No way! Stop the car right now! Who let her drive-!?”

His screaming was abruptly cut off by the car swerving, causing everyone to scream now.

“Drive on the right side of the road! Jesus Christ we’re all gonna die!”

(y/n) wrapped both arms around Mike, one behind his neck and the other around his torso, keeping her secure.  In case this car were to crash, her seatbelt, and Mike, would anchor her in place.  Well, she hoped it would anyways.

He reacted quickly, embracing her tightly.

“I’ve been thinking I would get killed by a demogorgon,” She mumbled to him.  “Guess it’ll just be a plain old car crash that takes me out”  

He chuckled, but shook his head at her.

“No one’s dying, we had a deal”

She glanced up at him, a sweet smile on her lips.  And she waited for him to look back down at her to say anything.

“I love you too” She hummed, just soft enough that Dustin (luckily) couldn’t hear.

The smile that grew on Mike’s face was brighter than she’d ever seen from him before.  (y/n) was so relieved that her feelings were returned, that she felt she could go back to sleep, if she wasn’t getting nervous all over again about what was going to happen.

All they had to do now was to kill a monster and save their friends.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[yourstarvic]

Carrying three kids in your belly and walking in a crowd filled with people was not something you wanted to do. Especially with your due date arriving soon. But you still persist in moving forward and to the comfort of your seat. Your aching feet carrying you, with Hana’s arms linked through yours, you marched forward.

“You should have stayed home,” Hana scolded you, upset you forced yourself to come.

“But I wanted to support him,” You pouted, breathing heavily as you walked.

“You could have supported him at home.”

Ignoring her, you and her mazed through the crowd and to your seats close to the court. With a heavy breath, you happily flop onto the seat, happy you now were able to sit down. Leaning back against the seat, you groaned as you felt your body relax. Placing the palm of your hand on your round belly, your rubbed small circles, smiling as you felt a small kick. Looking to the right of you, you smiled at Hana as she sat down with a huff, “Thank you for taking me.”

“You owe me,” Hana stared at you with a stern face. “Atsumu is going to bitch at me for helping you come here.”

Resting a hand on her forearm, you rolled your eyes, “I’ll tell him not to.”

“Like that’s going to do-OW!” Hana yelped, feeling your nails digging in her skin. Looking at you with a hurt expression, Hana noticed you were tense, your chest heaved up with a deep breath, and your jaw clenching as you were trying to smile. “What’s wrong!”

Closing your eyes, you slowly relaxed, losing the grip on Hana’s arm, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” she scanned you. “Was that a contraction?”

“Yeah but,” You winced, rubbing your swollen belly, “It’s that pseudo-contraction-whatever they are called.”

“Braxton Hicks?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “besides, my due date isn’t until… next week?”

Blinking at you, Hana stared at you in disbelief, “You-”

“I’m fine.”

“But-”

“No.”

“(Y/n)!”

“Hana!”

“How far are your contractions?” Hana sighed disappointedly, giving up on trying to get you home.

With a hum, you stared out thoughtfully before looking back at her, “Pretty far apart…”

Rubbing her temple, she looked at you with a frown, “How far apart do they need to be for you to go to the hospital?”

“Close to five minutes…”

“When it’s 8 minutes, we are leaving,” Hana said sternly at you, “understood?”

“Yes ma’am…”

With a storm nod of her head, Hana went and looked back at the court. Both of you chatted amongst yourselves, waiting for the announcer to announce the two teams. Gripping onto the seat handles with each contraction, you made sure not to show any signs on your face, hoping your best friend wouldn’t notice. But Hana did notice, timing how far each contraction was.

Moments later, the announcer's voice boom around the stadium, pumping the audience more than before. Cheering as the announcer introduced the team, you cheered loudly when you saw Atsumu enter the court. You were going to cheer out his name but a sudden pain in your lower half erupted, causing you to grip on the handles of your seat.

“Are you okay?” Hana asked, quickly looking at you with concern in her eyes.

Nodding your head, you tried to relax your body, but the pain was still there. As soon as it slowly went away, you looked at Hana with a weak smile, “See… I’m fine.”

“Nope,” She shook her head, standing up from her seat and helping you out. “We are going to the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” You huffed, “and ‘Tsumu is coming this way!”

Hana rolled her eyes at you, turning back to see Atsumu below the rail looking at you both, “What is ya doing here?”

“She wanted to see you play,” Hana yelled down. “But we’re leaving!”

“Ya leaving?” Atsumu furrowed his eyebrows. “But the game hasn’t started!”

“She’s in labor!”

“She’s in labor!”

“I’m not in labor!” You yelled at them. But you completely froze, feeling someone went trickle down your legs. Taking a moment, you looked down at your legs before looking at Atsumu, “I’m in labor!”

Hearing you conform it, Atsumu quickly grabbed hold of the rail and quickly jumped the small height. Ignoring the fans that surrounded the three of you, Atsumu gently hold onto both sides of your arms as he scanned you, “Ya having the babies now?”

“I think,” You looked at him with wide eyes, “my water broke.”

“What’s going on?” You heard Bokuto’s voice down the rail.

Looking down at him, Atsumu yelled back, “The babies are comin’!”

“Now?”

“Now!”

“Can’t it wait till after the game?”

“Can someone please slap him,” Hana sighed, rolling her eyes at him? But soon smiled when she heard him yelp in pain, looking down and seeing her boyfriend slap the back of his head. “Thank you!”

“Go on ahead,” Sakusa yelled, “I’ll let the coach know!”

“Thanks, Omi-Omi!”

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