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[aghostnamedcalamity]

Is Benjamin the tyoe of kid to constantly ask Mordecai if they can get a puppy?

I’d say he’s more the type of kid to sneak the puppy into his room without telling anyone and cough loudly at the dinner table to cover the sounds of the barking. And the puppy would probably be a pigeon, he loves those things. Mordecai’s hatred for them only makes them all the more forbidden fruit.

[thoughtsforsoob]

Hiii!Can I ask for "arguments with txt" with comfort at the end?

arguments with txt

a/n: I just made like a texts version of this so please check out my last post! I will fulfill this request by making a more long form version about what arguments with them are like/about. (I hate conflict. If people are arguing or fighting in front of me, I will run off or just straight up have a panic attack, it's happened before. trust me. witnessing school fights in hs was not kind to me). I hope this is okay too :) hehe you almost got 2 parts in a way. Please enjoy! I’m currently cleaning out my inbox so idk how fast it’ll get done but I promise im doing my best. Thank you!!!

Yeonjun

Argument’s with him are very uncommon. He often time doesn’t take them very seriously that frustrates you to no end. You and him tend to argue about little things which is surprise because you seem to talk out all of the big things you guys go through. It’s very confusing to say the least. He’ll get upset with you for little things like for example: leaving your dish in the sink for later. It drives him up the wall and it really shouldn’t. His tactics for when he’s upset is to just get away from you and ignore you for an hour or two. you already know his habits so you just leave him be. He’s not really good at admitting he’s wrong or that his behavior was pointless but he knows it in his head. Over time, he’ll stop doing things like this but just give him some time. He’s adjusting to being the both of you in the apartment and not just him.

Soobin

it's so hard to argue with him because he will never want to face your issues head on. he's shy in nature so any conflict makes him nervous and he retreats, avoiding talking about it. he would much rather forgive and forget without say much at all. sometimes, though, it's impossible to forgive and forget without saying anything. when those situations so arise, you have to sit him down and talk to him very calmly. he responds better to this type of conversations. anyways, he is very silent when it comes to arguments as well. you can tell he's upset because his responses are so short and cold. the best way to ask him to talk is just asking him straight but with a very calm voice so as to not make him upset even more.

Beomgyu

I would hare to argue with him. He's so unresponsive when it comes to arguments. The only things he does is sit there and listen to you talk to him about what he's done wrong, roll his eyes with a huff and then just spew out all kinds of meant things. He knows what he's saying but he doesn't;t think it'll affect you in the long wrong. During one argument, you were getting on him about picking up his game remote from the couch and putting them into the little box you bought him for all the cables and remotes to are stored in. you also threw in a little comment about picking his dirty clothes off the bathroom floor and he lost it. he said you were lazy and did the same thing too (leaving your clothes behind). he only realizes what he's done when you start to cry right in front of him. he goes nuts apologizing and will def come to his senses when he sees you this way.

Taehyun

he will sit there at argue with you for hours, upon hours, upon hours. he is not going to back down because he hates being wrong. even if he knows he's wrong, he hates admitting it. he always eventually admits his faults but it takes a while. he is so stubborn and it causes quite a few issues in your relationship. something this causes the both of you to fight over the most silly things ever. one of the silliest ones for example was when you were talking about how much you loved in actor in a movie you had watched he'd recently. he insists that it was someone else and eventually he realizes hes wrong but he hates to say he made a mistake. he gives you silent treatment for a few hours and when that time is up, he goes to look for you and tells you to get ready because you're going to get food with him. he is such a mom when it comes to apologizing (my mom loves to mend our issues with a trip for boba or a trip to target where she buys me snacks or a new shirt or something).

Huening Kai

he is just like soobin in the aspect of a relationship. non-confrontational to the bone. arguments trigger his fight or flight and it frustrates him when arguments run too long. arguments with him are always about him putting himself down or not letting himself rest enough when he is clearly exhausted. thats all. you too can usually talk things out due to your extremely close bond but sometimes things get out of hand and you have to get on his case. it usually starts with him coming home in tears and beyond frustrated. this is almost always because he sat in the practice room and read comments left by mean people. or because ehe was struggling with a new choreography. you try to help him by telling him to wash up and get rest but he completely just blows up on you and tells you to butt out. you leave him alone but he realizes his mistake when he see you on the couch, covered with a blanket, watching tv without him. he sits next to you and apologizes. he is not someone who hates being wrong. if he's wrong, he'll apologize with no hesitation.

[harringtonstilinski]

You're So Dense - Steve Harrington

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 3,239 Warnings: fluff, flashback, use your imagination for steve explaining what he likes about this "mystery girl", Requested: no | yes; came from this prompt list Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

steve harrington playlist

steve harrington masterlist

Dense. That’s the only word you could use to describe your best friend. Your best friend you’ve had since Sophomore year of high school. The very same best friend that was always late for school, who came into class with a freaking bagel from the local bakery. That same best friend who never wore a watch until both of your Senior year.

Who is this best friend? None other than Steve The Hair Harrington. The two of you bonded over your love of music, specifically all the pop music that was constantly playing on the radio, as well as all the music your parents listened to when they were young. Your favorite songs being (They Long To Be) Close To You by The Carpenters and Baby by Styx.

Steve had kept his distance from you, though, when Will Byers went missing, your little brother’s best friend. You were a part of the search parties to look for the little boy, Steve having his own drama with Nancy Wheeler, and eventually, somewhat defeating one of the Demogorgons that had come through from the Upside Down.

Steve and Dustin’s attempts at keeping you away from the tunnels and the Demodogs were fruitless. Steve especially tried to keep you away, but you weren’t having any of it after learning just months before that Dustin was almost Demogorgon food. All you wanted to do was protect Dustin, since you didn’t get the opportunity the first time, and that’s exactly what you did.

You protected Dustin, along with your new friend Robin and Lucas’ little sister Erica, against the Russians that were hiding under Starcourt Mall, as well as the big ass 30 foot Mind Flayer last Summer, and now you’re currently trying to figure out how you all can defeat a new monster by the name of Vecna.

Your little group that consisted of yourself, Steve, Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Erica, Lucas and Max Mayfield were all at the Creel House to get clues on how to defeat Vecna. After Robin threw a brick through the front door window, which was beautiful, by the way, Steve reached his arm inside, unlocking and opening the door.

Steve whistled as he looked back at you before moving to his left, letting the rest of you enter the house, Lucas going to the lamp by the door, trying to turn it on before he said, “Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.”

Snickering, you covered your mouth, concealing the laugh that was begging to be released as you and Dustin held up your flashlights, turning them on.

“Where’d everyone get those?” Steve asked.

Turning around, Dustin faced your best friend before eyeing you. He turned his sights back to Steve, saying, “Do you need to be told everything?”

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you grabbed his attention, saying, “You’re not a child, Steve.”

After his eyes danced between yours for a moment, he said, “Thank you,” as you reached into Dustin’s backpack, retrieving the extra flashlight from the back pocket.

“There ya go, big guy,” you whispered, following Dustin as he dropped the backpack.

What you didn’t know was that Steve’s eyes stayed on your back as you moved, confused as to why you called him that. But what he didn’t know was that your cheeks grew hot at your use of the nickname.

“They just… left… everything,” Nancy said.

“I guess a triple homicide isn’t good for resale value,” Robin added.

Silently agreeing with her as you slowly approached the two girls, you smiled a little to yourself, Robin’s humor your favorite part about her. Your attention was brought from the two of them to Max as she said, “Hey, guys.”

Turning to face Max, you looked at the back of her head before moving your eyes to the clock she was standing in front of, light pointed towards it as she asked, “You all see that, right?”

You moved closer to her, standing between her and Dustin as he and Steve answered, “Yeah.”

“Is this what you saw? In your… visions?” Nancy asked, the redhead nodding her head in confirmation. 

“I’m sure this is just an ordinary grandfather clock, Nancy Drew,” you answered, moving the clock and running your hand over the glass covering the face to reveal a small part of it before looking back at Max, to say in a reassuring tone, “It’s just a regular old clock.”

As you softly smiled at her, Steve asked, “Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Is he like a… a clockmaker or something?”

Sighing, you walked back over to him, placing your hand on his chest to look into his eyes as you said, “ I think you cracked the case there, Harrington.”

Nancy’s voice grabbed your attention as your breathing hitched a little at Steve’s eyes on yours as she said, “All I know is the answers are here… somewhere. Okay, everyone stay in groups of two. Henderson, stay with your brother and Steve. Robin, upstairs.”

Max walked towards Lucas, putting her hand on his arm as she passed him, saying, “Come on, let’s go.”

You and your brother looked at each other before looking at Steve, the both of you giving him a smile in unison before he sighed. “Was that a sigh?” Dustin asked.

“Yup, totally sounded like it,” you voiced.

“No, I did not sigh,” Steve answered, going around you two to the stairs.

“Why’d you sigh, Steve?” you asked, deciding to pester him.

Climbing the stairs, Steve said, “I didn’t sigh. Just come on, guys.”

“We heard you,” you and Dustin said in unison.

“W-we’re always partners, okay?”

“And what’s wrong with that?” you asked, trying very hard to not look at his ass that was currently in your face.

“It’d just be nice to, I don’t know, mix it up a little,” Steve said.

“Are you we boring you, Harrington? Because I would seriously like to know if you wanna be partners with us or with Nancy.”

When you three made it to the top of the stairs, he turned to face you, a slightly confused look on his face as he asked, “Wait, what? Why would you think–”

Breaking the connection between your eyes, you walked off to the nearest room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, releasing it as you heard footsteps behind you, Steve’s voice coming into your ears a few seconds later as he asked, “Hey, Henderson?”

“Which one?” Dustin asked.

“Either.”

Sighing, you asked, “What, Steve?”

“Could you maybe, uh… clarify what sort of clues we’re supposed to be looking for?”

Turning to face him, you answered Steve by saying, “The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes,” in your best British accent, Steve giving you a look as you smiled at him. “Sherlock Holmes,” you said.

When his look didn’t change, you sighed and rolled your eyes, turning and walking to the floor vent on your left as Steve said, “That’s great.”

Bending down, you opened it, picking up a jar and looking at the contents inside, immediately wishing you hadn’t upon seeing a spider inside the glass. Seeing something crawling on your arm from your periphery, you dropped the jar and started running backwards out of the room, screaming while trying to brush the arachnid off of you.

“Henderson, Henderson–”

“Get it off, get it off!!” you screamed, hands landing on Steve’s arms as Nancy’s voice sounded, the girl asking, “What’s wrong?”

“Spi-spider,” you breathed, closing your eyes. “There was a spider. A-a-a black widow.”

Feeling Steve’s arms disappear from your hands, you quickly opened your eyes, watching as he closed the door and came back to stand in front of you, looking above your head as he said, “Don’t go in there.”

Sighing, you closed your eyes again before feeling Nancy’s hand in your hair as she said, “Oh, oh. Wait–”

“What? Is it still on me?” you asked, moving the mirror that was only a few feet away.

Steve and Nancy followed you, the latter saying, “Stop moving, let me–”

“I can get them, Nance,” Steve said, carding his fingers through your hair as Nancy moved to stand beside you. “I got it,” he whispered.

“Thanks, Steve,” you whispered back.

Robin’s voice almost sent you into panic mode as she said, “If there’s a spider nesting in there, you’re never gonna find it until it lays eggs and all the babies spill out.”

“Robin Buckley, you shut your mouth,” you said, sternly. “What’s wrong with you?”

She chuckled as she walked past you three, Steve’s sigh bringing you back to the moment, feeling as if you two were the only ones in the house… or in the world.

“She’s got problems,” he whispered, eyes glued to your hair as he fished the webs out.

Taking a deep breath, you released it, saying, “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“I like that you two are friends. Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world and stuff, maybe we can all go out or something.”

A smile danced across your lips, Nancy coming in your peripheral as her own smile tried to form. It was no surprise to you that she still might’ve had feelings for Steve, even though she was with Jonathan. 

Or maybe it was her way of being friendly with him. You couldn’t exactly remember what it was like with them when they were together, but what you could remember was the fact that she always had a smile on her face any time she was around him… except when Barbra Holland went missing.

Steve’s voice brought you back to the present as he said, “Ya’know, me, you, Nancy, Jonathan when he’s back, maybe Robin, too.”

“And Eddie,” you said, softly. “Can’t forget him. He’s pretty much part of this friend group now.”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like we’re dating,” he added. “Me and Robin, it’s not like we’re dating. She told you? That we’re not?”

You started laughing, resting your hand on the table next to you. “Yes, Steven. I know that you two aren’t dating. I know all about Robin, remember? I was there in that mall bathroom when she explained everything. I know that you two are platonic.”

“Platonic with a capital P,” Robin added.

“Yes, ma’am, thank you.”

Using a softer voice that was almost a whisper, Steve said, “I mean… I would date her… it’s just… she’s…”

Your face fell, all the humor dissolving away as he tried to continue explaining, “We’re friends… nevermind… you know… we’re just friends.”

Nancy had moved to stand in front of you, grabbing your hands in hers to give you comfort. She knew about your crush on Steve, and she was happy when you had told her about it a few weeks ago. 

“Nancy!” you whisper exclaimed, looking down at her from your spot on the couch. “I need to talk to you. Like, now.”

She nodded her head, getting up from her spot on the floor, to the two of you walking up the stairs of Steve’s house and into his bedroom, where she closed the door behind you. “What’s up?” she asked.

“I think I like Steve,” you blurted out, hand covering your mouth.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she put a hand on her chest. “Well, that’s a relief! I’m glad you finally came to your senses.”

“Wait,” you said, eyebrows pinched in confusion. “You knew?” Chuckling, she said, “It’s kind of obvious to everyone but Steve. The way you look at him, the way you were just sitting next to him.”

“H-how was I sitting?”

“You’re trying not to lean into him. His arm is resting on the back of the couch behind your head! That’s an open invitation.”

Suddenly feeling your cheeks heat up, you quickly decided to come up with an excuse to everyone else downstairs as to why you needed to leave. “I have to go home. I-I can’t be around him right now when I just realized that I like him and-and I just–”

“It’s okay,” Nancy said, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Just tell everyone you weren’t feeling good. I’ll make sure Dustin gets home.”

Giving her a hug, you sighed, “Thanks, Nance.”

You both went back downstairs and you gave your excuse of not feeling well that you’d see everyone the next day after some rest. Steve had offered to take you home, even though you drove yourself and Dustin, to which you kindly rejected.

After arriving home that night, you talked with your mom about your feelings before you went off to your room to lay down, getting a decent night’s sleep before hanging out with the group the following day.

Feeling Steve’s hands on your shoulders, you were brought back to the present, yet again, as he said, “There. All better.”

Turning to face him, you softly smiled at him and said, “Thanks, Steve.”

Softly chuckling, he looked into your eyes before casting them down to look toward his shoes before he whispered, “Guess we should, uh, get back to the investigation.”

“Right.”

Without missing a beat, he said, “The obvious things are not what people observe.” Snorting, you covered your mouth as he continued, “Or… do… don’t observe… or… whatever the hell you- well… Sherlock Holmes.”

“You get credit for trying.”

“Thanks,” he whispered before turning around and walking into the room that was behind him, leaving you to stand there confused before you turned to face Nancy, the two of you whispering, “What?”

~~~

After everyone found Vecna in the attic with the flashlights and they all burst in your hands, you all left the Creel House and went back to the Wheeler house, where you, Dustin and Steve collected his car.

Once the three of you made it back to yours and Dustin’s house, the latter got out of the car, yawning and made his way inside as you and Steve stayed in the vehicle.

“Hey, Henderson?” Steve said.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Sighing, you responded, “You can ask me anything, Steve. You know that.”

Looking at him as he nodded, you couldn’t help but think to yourself that he was going to ask about Nancy. That’s where your mind always went to when he needed to ask you a question.

“Do you, uhm… do you like anyone?” he asked, tentatively. Steve was afraid that you’d say yes but not say that it was him. He liked you, that much was certain. The very same night a few weeks ago after you left, he talked with Robin about his feelings for you, the girl simply telling him, “If you like her that much, just talk to her. The worst she could say is no.” So, he decided as the two of you sat in his car that he was going to ask you about it.

“Uhm, yeah. I do.” You smile while giving your answer, wanting so badly to tell him that it was him you liked.

Sighing, he softly nodded his head, looking down at a spot on his jeans. “Do I… do I know him?”

“Very much so.” Looking over at him, you could see the defeat in his eyes and on his face. “Do you like anyone?”

Steve looked at you, a look in his eyes that you should recognize, but was choosing not to read into like you normally did. “Yeah. I do.”

“What do you like about her?”

“What do you like about him?”

Steve thought you had a crush on Eddie, which is what really prompted him to ask you. Was he a fan of Eddie’s? Not particularly, no. Along with everyone in town, Steve thought Eddie was a freak because he liked to play D&D. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t think he was a freak. Since Dustin joined Hellfire, your friendship with Eddie grew to the point where it’s like Steve and Robin’s friendship; strictly platonic. Eddie was a sweet soul, not this demonic satan worshiper that the whole town thought he was.

“Uhm,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I like the fact that he makes me smile. He’s not someone I thought I’d be friends with.”

“What was he like?” Steve asked, his curiosity piqued.

Chuckling, you looked out of the windshield towards your house as you said, “A complete asshole. I don’t wanna give too much away, though.”

“No, I wanna know.”

Shaking your head, you looked at him, a small smile on your face. “Tell me about this girl.”

Mimicking your movements, he looked out of the windshield, saying, “She’s amazing. She’s not afraid to speak her mind.” As he started listing off all of the things he liked about this mystery girl, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

Tears started to prick your eyes, so that was your cue to get out of the car, Steve’s voice stopping mid sentence. 

“Hey, where ya going?”

“Inside,” you said, closing the car door.

Getting out of his seat, Steve said, “Wait, why?”

Your movements stopped as you sighed and closed your eyes. “Because I really don’t wanna hear about this mystery girl.”

What you had failed to realize, in Steve’s eyes, that the mystery girl… was you. But, in your eyes, the mystery girl was Nancy.

“Okay, well… same for the mystery boy you mentioned,” he said, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Oh, my god,” you whispered. Turning to face him, you said, “Okay, so I guess I’m just going to have to spell everything out for you because you clearly think I don’t like you when that could not be more wrong.”

Steve’s eyes went as wide as saucers at hearing the words that just escaped from your lips. 

“I. Like. You. Steve.” You moved toward him with each word you spoke. “You, Steve. Not some mystery guy. You. You make me smile, you make me laugh. You’re my shoulder to cry on, my protector, even though I don’t need it.

“You’re everything I’ve looked for in a guy, despite the fact that you were a complete asshole Junior year. I like to think I had something to do with that change in you, but we all know it was Nancy that changed you.

“You’re sweet, and caring, and I love the way you’ve protected the Party. I especially love the way you’ve taken Dustin under your wing. He’s needed a brotherly figure since our dad just up and left.”

The two of you hadn’t realized that you were so close to each other, getting lost in the other’s eyes as you had walked towards him during your explanation.

“But most importantly, Steve… I like you because you’re you. Not to mention, you’re hot as hell–”

Your words were interrupted by Steve’s hands cupping your cheeks, his own voice saying, “Shut up, Henderson,” before kissing you. Shock ran through your system for a split second before you kissed him back.

With your lips moving in sync, you got lost in the being that was Steve Harrington. 

Pulling away from you for a moment before resting his forehead against yours, Steve took a deep breath before saying, “You’re so dense.”

You chuckled, closing your eyes as your arms came to rest on his shoulders, your fingers lightly playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you replied, “No, Steve. You’re dense."

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[austonwithan-o]

“Don’t look, it’s not worth it.”

Literally obsessed with this man so I had to write something… I’ll make a master list eventually

!!!No warnings really just kissing

(Not edited… I’ll edit later)

“Baby I’m gonna take a shower, care to join me?” Auston asked with a slightly playful tone at the end. He got up and stretched emphasizing the veins on his tatted arm. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “I just showered and plus we both know if I get in the shower with you it’s gonna be hours before we get out.” You said curling under the warm comforter. He gave your butt a light smack, “I’ll be fast.” He said grabbing a fresh towel you just folded at the edge of the bed. You shut your eyes for a few minutes, replaying the conversation you had with Steph at brunch that morning.

“Y/n it’s not even worth it! Auston doesn’t look at his DMs and he doesn’t even care what those girls say!” The blonde said, sipping her margarita, “please it’s not worth reading what they say. It’ll just make you miserable, I’ve been through it, most of the WAGs have been through it and it’s my job to keep you, my bestest friend, away from potential heartbreak.” Tossing her words around in your head and decided she was ultimately right, you backed off for a bit. You knew Auston wasn’t seeing anyone else behind closed doors but the question of what those girls in his DMs were saying to him was burning your brain and you needed answers!

Auston took long showers so you knew you still had a bit of time before he got out. Crawling across the big bed, you unplugged his phone from the charger and clicked it on reluctantly tapped the instagram app. Nothing looked odd, just a few hundred new instagram followers, comments and likes. He had a few DMs but you knew it was him and Mitch’s meme war goin on. His DM requests were filled and you felt your stomach drop a bit. Hesitantly you open them and what you saw made your breath catch in your throat. His inbox was littered with fans genuinely saying nice things but most of them were girls gawking at him. You scrolled for what seemed like hours reading things like, “you could do so much better Auston” “I’m always down for a fuck if you’re in Phoenix” “I can’t believe your still with that puck bunny skank” That’s the one that really got you. “Why is he with me?” You thought, tears welling up in your eyes. You kept scrolling reading more and more you didn’t hear the water turn off. Minutes later Austin stepped out with a towel dangerously low on his waist but you were too caught up reading to notice.

Your eyes were glued to his phone still in shock at all the mindless hate you were getting. “Y/n what are you lookin at?” His face looked slightly confused. He soon saw the red in your eyes and the sniffles coming from your nose. He quickly threw on his boxers. “Whoa whoa baby what’s wrong?” He asked scooting over to you, effortlessly scooping you into his lap pulling the covers over the both of you. He grabbed his phone and saw the DM of the girl asking him for a quick fuck. His expression shifted into worry, “Y/n you know I’d never cheat on you right baby? I never read these.” Your head hung low and you could feel the tears welling up into your eyes trying your hardest not to let them spill. You didn’t know if you should feel worse for looking through his phone or the comments you just read. You felt yourself slipping deeper into his embrace, his scent overtaking your senses, his freshly showered hair dripping beads of water onto your face and shoulders, calming you down. The tears started streaming and your breathing got shaky. “Auston why are you with me?” He grabbed your chin lightly turning your face to meet his eyes. “Y/n why are you asking me that? You’re the reason I get up every morning, you’re the reason I thank God everyday for a new day, baby I can’t imagine a life without you. I love you with my whole being y/n and you need to understand that.” The tears kept pouring out of your eyes like a fountain making him hold you closer. You tried looking away but his grip on your chin wouldn’t let you. His lips connected to yours making you melt into his touch. You shifted your body, swinging your legs over his sides, straddling him, arms lazily around his neck. His arms wrapped around around your waist pulling you even closer into the kiss his mustache tickling you making you smile into it. “I love you y/n. I hope you know that.” This man was whipped on you and you knew it and he knew it too.

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[littlespacereader]

hi!! i just found ur account n love ur fics ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა could you do a matt murdock fic? (completely ok if not!!) no specific prompts in mind, just something including alot of comfort !! also preferably for a masc or gn reader💌 ty!!

I was looking through my inbox for a cute prompt so I could make a Valentine’s Day fic when I came across this adorable idea!!! Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much for asking for a Daredevil fic!! Matt Murdock lives in my heart rent free! He would be such a cute CG!! I hope you don’t mind me making the reader GN so everyone could enjoy it as a Valentine’s Day fic. Please feel free to sent me another request! I love the daredevil show and would die to write another one like this! Please enjoy the fic everyone!

Happy late Valentine’s Day!💞 -Clara :)

Caregiver Little Day🧺💘

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader

Tags - hurt and comfort, tickling, surprises, picnic day, cuddling, hand holding

Nicknames - little navigator, munchkin & Dadee for Matt

Another rough day in New York City. It wasn’t really the City’s fault, nor was it my own. It just felt like life was getting harder and harder.

I’ve been working longer more exhausting shift at my job. Adding onto a long subway ride and long walk home to Hell’s Kitchen.

Sometimes Matt would be home but working on his next court case. So it would result in having a late dinner, small conversations here and there, then watching tv by myself while he went out to his second job.

Sometimes I would get home so late that Matt would already be out at his second job. I would just walk into an empty house with no one to talk to.

I can’t even remember the last time I regressed but did I need to now more than ever today. Everyone at my job was talking about their elaborate Valentine’s Day plans and what they think their spouse or partner was getting them.

With how busy things have been…I don’t know if Matt even remembers. I don’t blame him of course, he has two busy jobs! One saving lives in a court room and the other saving lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I just wish he could save me from my life.

Ding, ding. The subway arrived at my station in Hell’s Kitchen. I quickly get off and start the trek to mine and Matt’s house. The air is still chilly despite the ground hog saying spring was just around the corner.

I made my way up the stairs of my house and unlocked the door. I just wished and wished that maybe I wasn’t too late, maybe he was home and I could actually talk to him before he rushed out to be Daredevil. Maybe I would be able to tell him about my horrible day.

But my hopes were crushed when I returned to an empty house. Tears brimmed my eyes but there was no one to cry to, no one to be upset at except for the walls of the house.

I threw my stuff down by the door and just stormed off to our bedroom. I could feel myself getting upset by the second and in turn regressing without realizing it.

I grabbed my pillow, grabbed my blanket, then finally my little family of stuffies and threw it all onto the couch. I didn’t feel like sleeping but I also didn’t feel like being totally awake either, so it was a movie night with the stuffies on the couch type of night.

I quickly changed and grabbed my sippy cup from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch for the night.

I kept switching from show to show, trying to find one that helped me to relax. Stupid Valentine’s Day making me feel horrible!

Eventually when the clock hit somewhere between 2am and 3, I fell asleep while watching Blues Clues. Hoping that maybe when I woke up, Matt would be there to say good morning too.

~~~

I woke up to the smell of something amazing! Was someone cooking? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was still on the couch. But then I was met with a smile and..a balloon!?!

Matt looked over the couch and smiled seeing me awake. He grabbed the heart shaped balloon and brought it over to where I was sleeping.

“Good morning my Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N!”

I just stared at him, both in shock and because…well…I just woke up…so I’m like half asleep here.

“You remembered?”

“I never forgot,” he smiled back.

He rounded the couch and took a seat next to me as I sat up. He handed me the red balloon as he began to talk. “Y/N, I know I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to be for you, and I want to apologize for that.”

“It’s-.” I began to say before getting cut off.

“It’s not okay. I know you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s not okay that you’ve been alone as much as you have been. Coming home last night to you sleeping on the couch regressed and alone finally woke it up to me that there is something wrong in our lives. Between my two jobs I haven’t been home as much when you come home and I’m sorry for that. I’m especially sorry I haven’t been here a lot for Little you.”

“But that all changes after today. I’m making sure I’m home and by your side ever night. Especially if a certain someone comes home and is feeling a bit younger,” he added poking my stomach and making me giggle.

“Sound good munchkin?” He asked. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“No more Uncle Foggy keeping you at the office?” I asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head, “No more. If he want to keep talking to me about another case he can come home and join me. But I’m sure the moment he sees little old you, he’s going to have a change of heart.”

“No more Daredevil?” I asked worried. As much as I worried about him at night, I knew Hell’s Kitchen still needed him.

“Not as often anymore. And especially not if you regress. At the end of the day you’re my first priority. Then the city.” He explained.

I took in all the information then nodded, “Sounds good.” I smiled.

“Now,” Matt clapped, “I have a big day planned for us. I overheard someone talking about a Daddy-Daughter or a Mommy-Son day for Valentine’s Day and it got me thinking. What about a Caregiver-Little Day for our Valentine’s Day?”

I gasped and smiled, “That would be amazing!”

“I’ve got our whole day planned for us, nothing too spectacular or fancy but a fun day nonetheless!”

“Dadee?”

“Yes?”

“What’s burning in the kitchen?”

“Shit!”

Matt jumped up from the couch and ran over to the stove. I jumped up and followed and there, burning on top of it was an attempt at a pancake.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed.” Matt chuckled. I laughed too.

“We both know Claire is the best cook out of all of us.”

“Karen too, I just hate to admit it.” Matt joked.

“Want some fruits instead?” He asked as he threw out the burnt pancake.

“Yes please!”

And so that’s how our morning started. Matt and I sat on the couch enjoy our non-burnt breakfast, a nice fruit salad.

Then came the first surprise. Matt went to the bedroom and grabbed a red gift bag with another balloon attached to it. I started laughing and Matt immediately smiled hearing my giggles.

“You haven’t even seen what’s inside the bag and you’re already laughing?”

“Dadee…the balloon has writing on it.”

Matt sighed as he sat down beside me once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned his head towards me, “What does it say?”

“It says happy 50th anniversary.” I giggled.

All at once the two of us started laughing like crazy together. It was such an honest mistake, after all how would Matt know, but a mistake that just made everything even more funny. Plus it wasn’t the first time he’s made that mistake. Last year for my birthday it was get well soon.

After the two of us caught our breaths from the laughter, he handed me the tiny gift bag. “Here, it’s just a little something to start our day off with.”

Before I ripped the tissue paper away, I paused and looked back up at Matt, “But I didn’t get you anything.” I said disappointed.

“That’s okay, you didn’t know I was going to surprise you.” He explained but I wasn’t so satisfied. Maybe I could find something on our adventures today.

After much delay I ripped the tissue paper away and pulled out the gift. It was a beautiful and soft blanket! But not the normal type of blanket…this is a picnic blanket!

“It’s a picnic blanket!” I smiled as all the possibilities of what we could do ran through my head.

“So what do you think that means for us today?” Matt smirked.

I gasped and smiled back, “WE’RE GOING ON A PICNIC?!”

“That’s right munchkin, we’re going to have a picnic today.”

I couldn’t help but lean over and hug him. All the stresses and all the dread of the day before washing away with this amazing day that has really just begun.

We both got changed out of our pjs and then spent the rest of the morning getting our picnic supplies together. After all, you can’t really burn a sandwich…or can you?

Well with our picnic supplies, new blanket, and basket full of food, we departed our house and made our way to our favorite park.

Once Matt locked the door, he turned to me and held my hand in his, “I need my little navigator to help us get to the park.”

The compliment always brought a blush to my face. I always loved walking with him through the city. I always told him what was happening around us and the crazy sights I was sadly witnessing.

But eventually we made it to the park! Matt helped lay the picnic blanket and I started to help set out our little lunch together. Then the two of us relaxed.

Matt draped one arm around me and I leaned into his side. The air was so calm with a little breeze here and there. It wasn’t sunny, a bit overcast. But I loved the overcast weather, it wasn’t as harsh on the eyes like a sunny day was. Everything was just right.

After eating our sandwiches we started to eat a little treat Matt bought for our day as well, a small box of candies. “No more than two.” He said sternly, but he didn’t have any heat behind it.

With our sandwiches and some candies eaten, the two of us relaxed on our blanket and just felt as the breeze swept over us occasionally.

I loved to watch the clouds go by. So as each one rolled by I would tell Matt what I thought each one looked like.

“This one…looks like an elephant fishing!”

“An elephant fishing? Why would they be fishing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s their hobby.” I giggled.

“This onnnneeeeeee looks like a…a…banana with a sun hat!” I explained.

“What? What kind of sky are you looking at?” He laughed as well.

“Oh! Oh! This next one looks like-.” It looked like a flower wearing a dress. But the dress didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a brilliant idea.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” I jumped up.

“Don’t go too far okay?” Matt said before I took off. I ran around the sides of the park picking flowers that had already fallen. (I wouldn’t pick and kill them!)

With my tiny collection I returned to Matt. I sat beside him and took his hand in mine. “Ta-da! Happy Valentine’s Day Dadee! It’s a bouquet of flowers! I’ll describe each one for you.”

He lead his hand and had him feel each of the flowers I grabbed. Telling him how tall I thought they were and what color the flower was. All with Matt having the biggest smile on his face.

“They all sound beautiful. But it’s the thought that means the most to me. Thank you so much Y/N. I love them.” Matt pulled me into a nice tight hug. I rest my head against his shoulder and sighed happily.

Once we broke apart we just laid together, hand in hand on our picnic blanket. I rest my head against his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. The two of us just took comfort in being with the other.

“Maybe we should bring Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy to this park? What do you think?” Matt suggested.

“No we gotta bring them to the park on Riverside!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wanna show Uncle Foggy the big slide there!”

“You think he’d go down it?”

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Matt laughed as well.

[milawritesstuff]

Gavi X Pedri X Reader Smut!

A/N: I’ve had this request in my inbox for weeks and despite all of your great ideas it was hard to actually sit down and write. I hope you like it. And if you don’t then please don’t let me know lol. But if you do please tell me because that motivates me to write more.

•••

You sat on the couch along with two of your closest friends. They had a few free days from their typical busy schedule and you had been watching movies and playing video games.

You stood up and poured another drink into your cup. The dark haired one, Pedri, turned over and smiled at you. -Why don’t we make this more interesting?- You walked back to the couch and sat next to him. -When someone loses.- he said pointing to the board game you had set out on the coffee table. -You have to remove one article of clothing.- He raised his eyebrows as a way of asking if you and Gavi were in on it. You laughed.

Gavi on the other couch laughed. -You know you’re not subtle at all? We know you want to see her naked.- he took a sip of his drink. Pedri began to laugh as you turned your attention to Gavi. -I know you want to as well, Pablito.- you said and the three of you began to laugh. Before you began to play again you filled up everyone’s cup with their alcohol of choice.

You lost the first game and you proceeded to unbutton and take off your pants leaving you in just your underwear and shirt. Gavi gulped. Pedri leaned over. -Y/N you could have just take off your bra, you didn’t have to start off so strong.- he said. You smiled. -That would have been smart, if I was wearing one.- you added causing both boys to look at each other and gulp.

You knew you couldn’t afford to lose again and not so soon. You only had a shirt and your underwear left and losing either one would leave you extremely exposed. The next one to lose was Gavi. He took off one shoe. -That doesn’t really count.- you said and he laughed. He rolled his eyes. -Fine.- he took off the other and his socks. You shook your head. The next round was lost by Pedri. Before he could take anything off you yelled at him. -Wait.- You walked over to him and he stood up to face you. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him. He stared at you intensely. You placed your hand on his chest which sent shivers down his body.

The two of you were soon interrupted by Gavi who yelled out. -Come on, we still have a lot of clothes to get rid of.- You went back and sat down on the couch continuing to play. Eventually Gavi was left in nothing but his boxers. Pedri still had his pants on and you had your shirt and underwear. You could feel their piercing eyes on you every time it was your turn. You lost.

You looked up at the two boys waiting eagerly for you to make your choice as to what you would be taking off. You stood up and looked at them once again. -Well, this is a very hard decision.- you said and they laughed.

Gavi stood. -I have a suggestion.- He looked over at Pedri who nodded his head. -We each get to chose what you take off.- Said Gavi.

You had made out with both boys, separately. Some drunken nights had turned into more with each of them but it never went past that. They were two of your closest friends and you enjoyed their company. But you would be lying if the thought of having them both, together, didn’t excite you. You turned over to Pedri who smiled.

-Well, what do you chose, Pedri?- You said feeling butterflies in your stomach. He stood up and gulped.

-I think.- he said as he neared you and bent down a little beginning to push your shirt up and eventually exposed your breasts. He licked his lips. -I think I want the shirt off.- he pulled it off of you and threw it on the floor. He stood in front of you almost frozen. You turned over to look at Gavi who was sitting on the couch bitting his bottom lip.

-And you?- he smiled and walked over to you.

-Well, I don’t have much of a choice, do I?- he bent down in front of you and bit the top of your underwear with his teeth slowly pulling them down. You could feel yourself getting wetter.

You stepped out of your underwear and Gavi stood up. You grabbed both of their hands and walked them over to your room. They looked all around and waited for you. You went towards your bed. -Are you guys ready?- you said, the words barely making their way out of your mouth.

Both boys nodded and Pedri took a step closer to you. He sat you on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you. -Spread your legs.- he whispered and you did as he asked. You turned your attention to Gavi who was just standing there. You looked down at he bulge begging to come out of his underwear. You moaned as soon as you felt Pedri’s mouth on your core. His tongue flickered up and down. You looked down at Pedri who looked up almost as if he was looking for affirmation that he was doing well. You smiled and then looked back to Gavi. His bewildered eyes. Your mouth open and moans escaping it from the pleasure Pedri was giving you.

-Are you just going to stand there?- you asked Gavi. Pedri turned his attention to his friend and smirked. -Vamos Pablo. Now is your chance to do all the things you told me you wanted to do to her.-

You smiled at the thought of them talking about you. Gavi laughed and walked towards the bed. Pedri moved you completely onto the bed and went back to licking you. Gavi slowly got on the bed and your eyes locked with each other. You followed his every move. He leaned in close to your mouth and placed a soft kiss on your lips causing you to moan along with Pedri’s tongue inside of you. Gavi smirked.

He moved himself down and massaged your breasts. You felt as he placed his mouth around your nipples causing you to arch your back. One hand on your breasts and his other hand moving up and down his length.

You could feel electricity being sent through your body with their touch. You moaned out Pedri’s name as he flickered his tongue and you felt yourself come. He raised his head up and you could see your juices all over his lips.

-Come here.- you told Pedri who kneeled in front of you on the bed. You looked up at him and began to tug down on his boxers eventually exposing his hard length already leaking with precum. You grabbed it and put your lips around the tip. As soon as he felt your touch he threw his head backwards and furrowed his brows.

You felt Gavi’s hands around your waist. He slowly moved his hands around your ass and lifted you a bit. You got the hint and went on all fours on the bed without letting Pedri out of your mouth.

You felt small kisses being left down your back by Gavi. You heard a wrapper opening as Gavi put on a condom. And then you felt him enter you. You did your best not to bite down on Pedri as you moaned.

-Faster, Gavi.- you yelled as you felt him going in and out of you. You also felt as Pedri began to thrust faster into your mouth. But you wanted to feel him inside of you too. Gavi slapped your ass. You opened your eyes and saw Pedri’s face. His red cheeks. His furrowed brows.

-Pedri, I want you to finish inside of me.- although you directed these words at Pedri they had an effect on Gavi who began to thrust in sloppier. -Pablo.- you moaned as he pushed you into the bed. Pedri took himself out of your mouth and laid on the bed watching.

Eventually Gavi came and yelled out profanities. He took himself out of you and disposed of the condom.

But you still wanted, no, needed more. You directed your attention to Pedri and crawled over him. He rested his back on your headrest. You took out a condom from your dresser and placed it on him.

-Now it’s your turn.- you said as he lifted you up and then entered you. You closed your eyes with pleasure as he bucked up his hips and kneaded your breasts. He looked up at you with anticipation. Gavi on the bed just looking as you bounced up and down on his friend.

Eventually Pedri made you come. You got off of him and he took the condom off. You laid there in between the two of them.

-Well that definitely made it interesting.- you said breaking the silence causing all three of you to laugh.

[kywaslost]

Confessions - Johnny Cade

A/N: I know I have so many requests sitting in my inbox, and I promise I’ll get around to writing them. I’ve just been dealing with a lot of friend drama, even more than I can imagine, so I’m writing this to help myself. This is 100% self indulgent, so please don’t feel like you have to read this. This is just to help me vent.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, delf-depricating thoughts, mention of relationship with food

It was one of those spring nights where it wasn’t too hot or too cold, and it was just the right humidity to keep you comfortable. The wind blew off and on. The calm before the storm, you could smell the rain before it came. Thunder rumbled off in the distance, but you still had a while before it began to rain.

You were laying in the lot beside Jonny, resting your head on the old car bench behind you. You leaned against Johnny’s shoulder staring up at the cloudy sky above. It was just past midnight, you’d only been in the lot for an hour or so. You began the night at home, laying in bed as you tried to sleep, but your thoughts were racing.

You see, you had hit another rough patch in life, another dark spot. It’s been plaguing you for weeks, especially on nights like this. It was a Friday night, and when you should have been spending the evening with the gang or with other friends, you spent it home alone. You wanted to go out with the gang, you really did, but you knew Soda and Steve were going on a double date, Darry was working a double-shift, and Dallas, Johnny, and Pony were all going to the movies. You could have joined them, you knew they wouldn’t mind, but in the moment you felt like everything you did annoyed your friends. You thought you talked too much, so you were beginning to say less. You didn’t join the boys for dinner anymore, because you felt like you ate more than your share.

So you stayed home that night, laying in bed with the lights off but the window open. You spent most of this time reading to try and get your mind off of things. Eventually you dozed off, only waking up once the sun had set and the early hours of night were active. You were home alone, and the silence was killing you. You had time to think, and you hated it. Your mind hasn’t been so kind to you, and keeping yourself in this state would kill you, you were sure. So you threw on a sweatshirt and made your way towards the Curtis household.

That’s when you saw Johnny by himself in the lot, and decided to sit with him. That’s how you found yourself leaning on your friend, watching as the storm clouds slowly passed over Tulsa. You and Johnny had been sitting in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company as you passed quiet comments every now and then.

“Why are you out so late?” Johnny asked softly. “You’re usually asleep by now, or at least settling down. Did something happen?” He tilted his head slightly to look down at your face. Your hood was pulled over your face and you looked exhausted.

You shrugged in response, mumbling a quiet, “I guess you could say that.” You sighed, adjusting yourself to be more comfortable. “Just not doing well, I guess. Couldn’t sleep.”

Johnny relaxed back against the old car bench. “I’m sorry man. Anything I can do to help?”

The boy didn’t say much, but it was enough to make you tear up, and you couldn’t help but begin to cry as your emotions flooded over you. You rose a hand to your mouth, biting your lip to keep Johnny from hearing your sobs. You failed, however, and the greaser pulled you tighter to himself. You adjusted to wrap your arms around him, crying into his chest.

“I’m just so tired, Johnny,” you cried. “I can’t keep doing this anymore. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Johnny rested his chin on your head, tearing up himself. He hated seeing you so upset. “What do you mean?” The boy was nervous about your answer. You were one of his closest friends, and he didn’t know what he’d do without you.

“I can’t keep living like this,” you cried. “I haven’t told no one, cause I can’t bring myself to, and I don’t wanna burden the gang with my problems. But I can’t do it anymore Johnny. I don’t want to live anymore!”

Your confession rang through Johnny’s ears as he sat in disbelief, holding you impossibly tighter to his chest. He stumbled over his words as he spoke, “I… I never knew you felt this way, (nickname).” He let you cry until you had no more tears to shed, and were left limp in his arms as you breathed deeply. Once you had calmed down, and almost fallen asleep in the greaser’s arms, Johnny spoke up again. “The boys have been worried,” he said quietly. “We’ve noticed something’s been wrong, but we didn’t want to say anything. But I want you to know that we care about you Y/N, and we’ll do anything to make you happy again.”

You only nodded, finally dozing off. Your eyes hurt, and a headache was forming behind your eyes. Before falling asleep, you whispered, “Thank you, Johnny.”

When the sun began to finally peek over the horizon, Johny gently picked you up and carried you to the Curtis house. He let you sleep on the couch as he spoke to Darry about the previous night, about how you were feeling and about how the boys were right. From then on, you were rarely left alone, but in the best way possible. The gang tried to include you more, and they constantly checked in on you.

It wasn’t much, but enough to make you feel better, if only for a moment… :)

[autumnaaltonen]

Answering frequent Research Division questions from my inbox for clarity's sake:

"How many chapters are you posting for The Research Division/When will you complete The Research Division?"

I don't know. I initially predicted posting no more than 10 chapters, but that's been thrown out the window. We're probably looking at 20-25 now.

"Why are updates so slow?"

Originally I was aiming for bi-weekly updates, but that was naive of me to assume given my academic workload. I am in a double bachelors and teaching certificate program, so writing only occurs when I both have the free time and when I am in the mood. However, I hope to never keep the fic stagnant for more than a month.

"Will Y/N get turned into a vampire?"

I haven't completley made up my mind yet, but probably not. Thing is, the reader being immediatly turned in the beginning, or sometimes near the very end of Hellsing fanfics is a trope I don't vibe with. In the Hellsing-verse, being a vampire is generally not a fun experience. You have to die a virgin, you don't get to consume food or beverages, you're pretty weak unless sired by a true vampire, and you don't get a pleasent afterlife (if any). Other than the superpowers and anti-aging, becoming a vampire sounds like a shitty fate to me.

"Will there be smut?"

Uhhhhh...yes. I'm going to say yes. I've never written descriptive smut for a fic before, so I'm not the most comfortable with it yet. When it does happen, it will likley be clunky, so please bare with me. But yeah, there will be smut. Eventually.

"Do you hate Walter?"

No, I do not hate Walter C. Dornez. He's an important character in the series, and his whole love/hate relationship with Alucard and Integra is very interesting and endearing. He's also a total badass. However, for the reader-character I'm writing, I need to create a loyatly to Sir Integra that goes beyond our meta-love for her character and the Hellsing universe. Walter seemed like a good source for such loyalty, as he threw away all of his hard work for the sake of killing Alucard, the very reason Hellsing exists. It sets a bar for Y/N to jump over, making her an important part of the story, rather than just another Mary-Sue doormat.

"How did Y/N become a vampire researcher/what is her past?"

I left this topic purposely vague as to better the reader immersion. I picture Y/N as someone pushing near 30, if not already in her early 30s. So with that in mind, it would make sense for Y/N's passion for vampires to begin at an early age, likley somewhere before high school. However, given that most Hellsing fans are out of high school, I wanted to give my readers the freedom to imagine their own motivations for becoming Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. Whether that be through a vampiric encounter or simple curiosity, it's up to all of you.

If anyone has anymore questions, feel free to either send an ask or DM me, I'm always open.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

hi! i hope you’re having a good morning/afternoon/night and that everything is going your way, if not, how are you?

i came into your inbox to ask a sam harvey x fem!reader (if you feel more comfortable writing gn that’s okay!) drabble. i was just thinking a fluffy friends to lovers and itd just be so cute and everything. it can be before samusa happens or after and readers just helping sam get better and maybe stay at alfea. honestly you can do what you feel like, the only thing i ask is that there’s no angst (at least not hardcore) and that it’s friends to lovers.

if for any reason you feel like not doing this just ignore this! bye!<3

oh I absolutely can do this, I'm not really for writing angst anyway! most of my drabbles should be fine if you'd like to read them and the others I've tried to mark with triggerwarnings!

"Come on", you pouted, throwing one of your shirts at Sam, who was sitting on the opposite bed, while you were hanging from yours. The ground was basically just your clothes by now, and you weren't in the mood to clean, so just throwing them at him served two purposes at the same time already. "Please, Sammy. Just this time. It won't hurt."

Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Riven's birthday party, really?"

You huffed and rolled your eyes, throwing another shirt at him. This one was blue. And not yours. Since when did Sam not put his shirts away? You pulled it back from where it had slid off his leg, de-crumbling it. Oh. Yeah, you'd stolen that one from him.

"Come on", you repeated. "Pretty please? I don't want to go alone."

He shook his head, folding the last shirt that had landed on his lap and putting it away onto the pile he had already created next to him on the bed.

"I don't understand why you're going at all if you don't want to."

"Riven's my brother, I have to. Mom would kill me if I didn't. I had to promise her to give him his present."

Sam let out a dry laugh, running his hand through his hair. "Your family...", he started, trailing off.

"Is fucking weird?", you offered. "I know. And I love them, but they're so annoying at the same time. Riven especially."

The two of you looked at each other in silence.

Perhaps this situation would be strange, if it were with anyone else. But not with Sam. You'd found yourself in much stranger situation with Sam. This was one of the more normal ones.

"Please just go with me", you begged, pretending to sniff as though you were crying.

Sam let out a sound between a grunt and a deep breath that told you he'd already agreed. You grinned, throwing the last shirt in your reach right at his face.

"Love you", you smiled. He muttered something that you just decided was a "love you too".

Because you really did love him.

"Hey", you said suddenly. "I'd like us to officially go as a couple."

Sam raised his eyebrows once more today. You couldn't blame him - the two of you hadn't been dating for long. You'd been close friends before, best friends. For years. But it had taken its time for you to realise that you had eventually started falling in love. So it wasn't actually official yet. Or, well, for the two of you it was official. It was just that no one really knew.

"Won't say no to the party then", he sighed, poorly hiding a grin, bending down and dropping the shirt on your face now. You picked it off with two fingers, scrunched up your nose and threw it in the furthest corner away from you.

"Come here", you ordered instead of answering, sat up in a smooth movement, straightened, grabbed him by the hands and pulled him towards you.

He let out a chuckle, "Steady there", but it ended as barely an intake of breath as his lips met yours.

You didn't think you'd ever get enough of him. You didn't know how anyone could live without him in their lives.

"I want to be able to kiss you in the hallways and when our friends are around. I don't want this to be a secret anymore", you whispered, eyes still closed, forehead resting against his.

He put his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

"Then we won't keep it secret anymore."

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Okay, okay, hear me out. Hanako-kun x reader. Reader is really cute and Hanako-kun instantly loves her. She has insomnia tho, so she came to him to ask for help. Since he’s not great with super magical things and he’s more old fashioned than that (you all remember the love book) so he just helps how he can. Eventually, the two try cuddling and it works so well that the reader actually asks to be his helper in exchange for him regularly cuddling her to sleep. If this is too specific or you don’t do single character requests then you can ignore this, but I haven’t seen it yet and I connect to this on a spiritual level (if I met him, I would scrub a hundred toilets for him grant my wish of cuddling me to sleep). Thanks!

a/n: ahh , hello ??!! this has been sitting in my inbox for months , so i’m sure the sender has forgotten about it by now - still , i’m sorry to disappoint with this late response !! as well as disappointing with the lack of content overall ,,, very sorry !! it made me sad that i had to check my old fics to remember what i’d put after the a/n ^^;

Let me add , please !! I’m still going to be on hiatus , and I’m not sure how many fics I’ll be able to get done ,,,, still , I hope , even if I just get this one out , that you guys are happy with it :DD !!

warnings: none :D !!

word count: 1,153

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hanako-san, Hanako-san. Are you there?”

You sighed, your hands clasped together. You knew, surely, Hanako would answer- but, to make a wish, you felt obligated to preform the sort-of ritual. Maybe it could get you on his good side, instead of simply barging in, and demanding that you knew Yashiro wasn’t simply going crazy.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, as a vaguely eerie “Yep!! Right over here,” was stated, practically right in your ear.

Despite expecting some sort of trick, you yelped a bit, jumping to the side. Nervously, you glanced the ghost boy up and down. You’d never gotten this close of a look at him. “I, uhm… I have a wish I need granted!”

“Expected!! Isn’t that the point of summoning me? But, hey, why not get on a name basis? Going right into the ‘grant my wishes, for a priceeee’ is kinda rude.”

You sighed a bit, then nodded. “(Y/N) (L/N). Student, clearly, at Kamome Gakuen.”

“Right! Number 7, Hanako-san of the toilet!”

“Clearly,” You stated once again, raising your eyebrows a bit. “Either way, nice to meet you, Hanako-san.”

“Hanako-kun is fine,” He added on, reaching to shake your hand. You did the same, giving his hand a firm, yet slightly nervous, shake.

Hanako raised his eyebrows, noting how your hand didn’t phase through his.

“Exorcist-ish. Blood of an exorcist, I should say.”

“Hm… figures! You’re clearly not a Minamoto, right?”

“I gave you my last name,” You sighed, pulling your hand back.

“Ohh, right, right!! Well, I’ve gotta say, you’re the prettiest exorcist I’ve seen,” He grinned, placing his hands on his hips. “In that case, maybe you know the drill! What’s your wish?”

You ignored the way your face tinted a slight pink due to the compliment, and quickly brought yourself back to the reason you were here in the first place. “I wish for help with my insomnia.”

“Insomnia, huh… uhhhh, let’s see,” He muttered, floating over to a cabinet. He threw it open, rummaging a bit, before pulling out a book. “Insomniaaaa,” He continued muttering, flipping through the pages.

“A… book?”

“A book!”

“Huh? Where’s your magic? You’re a wish-granting ghost, aren’t you?”

Hanako glanced up at you, then up at the roof, a slight smile on his face. “Uhhm, well… yes! Magic doesn’t grow on trees though! So, practicality is best!!”

“Practicality,” It was your turn to mutter, crossing your arms a bit. “I’m pretty sure I’ve tried every trick in the book. Kind of the point of summoning a ghost.”

“If you’re an exorcist, we could have just talked,” “If you’re the same ‘Hanako-kun’,” You mimicked Yashiro’s voice lightheartedly, copying the annoyed tone you always heard, “I hear Yashiro talking to after school, I feel like your ‘old-fashioned’ ways would be unbeatable.”

Hanako simply laughed at that, placing a finger on a spot in the book.

“Ding-ding! We have a winner!” He shouted, tossing his other hand up in the air in a celebratory pose. “Warm milk?”

“Tried, failed.”

“Chamomile tea?”

“Tried, failed.”

“Steady sleep schedule?”

“Tried, failed.”

“Exercise! Nutrition! Reeeeelaxation!”

“I’ve told you, Hanako,” You sighed, sitting on the window seat next to him. “I’ve tried everything I can think of.”

“Everything?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything.”

He thought for a moment, swinging his legs as he did so. “We could always cuddle? A nice warm hug to lure you to sleep!!”

You made a face, shoving him lightly. “You aren’t warm in the first place, Hanako.”

“But I can give a good hug, c’mon! Hugs are practically therapeutic. You look like you could use a good cuddle!”

You sighed, glancing down at your feet. After thinking for a moment, you looked back up at him. Meeting his curious gaze, you quickly looked back in front of yourself. “Are you being serious? Do you really think it might help?” You questioned.

“I think so, yeah. I mean, does it really hurt to try?”

“I guess not…” You stated, hearing the dismissal bell ring, the last class of the day finally over. “I’ll be back later, then. Taking your word for it, Hanako.”

The boy grinned, giving you a thumbs up. 

---

Hours passed before you returned to the school, a sleeping bag tucked under your arm carefully. 

“Welcome back, (Y/N)!” Hanako cheered, his voice slightly jarring greeting you so loudly, so late at night.

“Thanks,” You responded, smiling a bit despite being lightly startled. You then nodded your head at the door, turning to leave.

“Huh? Where are you going?” Hanako questioned, floating up behind you. 

“I’m not sleeping on the bathroom floor, idiot. The library seems better… more sanitary, I guess.”

Hanako nodded, letting out a small “ohhh,” of realization. As they arrived at the library, you set your sleeping bag on the floor, and hesitantly crawled into it. Hanako paused for a moment, before making his way under the covers as well. You were glad to have had a large sleeping bag, you decided, laying on your side facing away from the ghost boy. Still, you couldn’t deny that it was comforting to have someone laying next to you. After a moment, you felt an arm wrap around you lightly, your face warming up slightly. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N)! Sleep tight!” Hanako said, a smile laced in his tone.

“Goodnight, Hanako-kun…” You responded, closing your eyes. Before you knew it, the feeling of a body next to you, though he was slightly cold, unbreathing, no beating heart… something about it comforted you, bringing a slight smile to your face as you drifted to sleep.

---

“(Y/NNNN),” You heard a voice say, a hand gently shaking your shoulder. “(Y/NNNNN),” It continued, as you slowly opened your eyes. 

“I’m awake,” You muttered, sitting up. As your eyes focused, you spotted the ghost, who you now were beginning to deem a friend. “Thanks,” You added, stretching a bit and standing up.

“No problem! I didn’t want you sleeping here when people would start arriving, haha!!”

“Oh, yeah… I mean, thanks for that, but thanks for uhh… y’know, helping.”

Hanako grinned at you, throwing up a peace sign. “No problem for that either! Your wish is my command!!”

You smiled back, grabbing your sleeping bag. As you did so, a question- no, more like a proposal- crossed your mind. “Uh… Hanako-kun, I was wondering…”

He tilted his head a bit, silently urging you to continue.

“Well, if you… well, I was thinking, if you’d continue cuddling me to sleep, I’ll pay you back by helping you clean and whatnot. Since… honestly, I don’t think I’ve slept that good ever.”

“Ohhh, hmm…!! For you, (Y/N), I’ll take you up on that offer! Sounds like a deal,” He smiled, reaching to shake your hand once more. A smile on your face, and a well-rested feeling in your body, you took his hand, giving it a friendly shake.

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Bestieee~ This is long but can I request a Mark x fem reader where he’s dating eve and readers a strong solo hero who happens to catch his eye after finding out she works with cecil and they officially meet when Cecil sends her out to help Atom eve and Mark with a villain and after instead of helping his gf he introduces himself to reader and gets all nervous and she finds and calls him really cute so she asks if he’s taken and he says no and she tells him to give her a call if they ever wanna go out together, eve asks what was that about (she didn’t hear the convo) he says nothing and they go home and sooner or later reader and mark hook up leading to them falling for each and catching feelings and one day they took it to the next level and it’s was very heated and they end up confessing and having another heated make out session only for eve to come and find them in the act and she’s heartbroken and argues with Mark infront of reader, eventually eve storms out but mark doesn’t go after her he apologizes to reader that he lied and she’s okay with it and they stay together

(It can be as explicit as you want and can Marks parents really adore reader and they also go to the same school, I’m sorry this is so long 🥲)

A/N: omg hey bestie so sorry this took a while! this was loooooong and is the last request in my inbox before Love They Neighbour 2!

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut!! on!! smut!! cheating, swearing, angst, etc

Summary: You captivated Mark the moment you swooped in to help, but he should have been more honest with you before things got intense.

As you landed the final hit on the last Mauler twin standing, you watched as he fell on the pavement and created a crater around his gigantic blue being. You let out a sigh of exhaustion when your feet touched back on the ground, relieved that it was done and over with.

"Excuse me?"

You turned around and saw Invincible hovering towards you, his blue and yellow suit tarnished from the action.

"Hi, sorry, I should have introduced myself before I jumped in," you said, walking to where he landed. "Cecil sent me here."

"Oh... so you, uh, work for the GDA," he replied feebly.

"I do, just started actually," you informed him.

"That was..." he pointed at the knocked out Mauler twin, "that was a nice blow."

You crossed your brows, "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry! No! I meant... I meant..." he stuttered. "Like that was... t-that was a good... hit! A good hit!" Mortified, he placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head, and you could swear there was a tinge of pink creeping up on his cheeks.

You laughed at the boy, who is one of the strongest people on this planet, as he fell apart in front of you. "Thank you," you simply replied, keeping it short to keep him from feeling more embarrassed. "Anyway, I should report back—"

"I'm Invincible," he cut you off, reaching his hand out.

You looked down at his hand that was trembling, then back up to his face that still had that smile on. "I'm Y/N," you replied with your superhero name, shaking his hand slowly.

"Shit, I just realized I cut you off," he suddenly said, placing his hand on his forehead again. "I was gonna say thank you for helping Atom Eve and I out with the twins but I just got so caught up in my own thoughts that I..." he trailed off, "that I started rambling. Shit, sorry."

"Don't worry about it," you responded with an audible giggle, "I'll let it pass because you're cute."

His lips formed into a wide smile, "You... You think I'm cute?"

"I do," you nodded, biting your lower lip. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No!" he exclaimed almost immediately. "No, no, I... I'm not."

"Well do you maybe wanna go out some time?" you asked. "Our dating pool is quite limited and I think you're probably the best catch out there right now."

"I-I would love to," he stammered as he fumbled to get his phone, which is miraculously still in tact, out of his pocket. "Give me your number, I'll text you!"

As you typed your phone number on the screen, you looked up at his face that was beaming with so much excitement, his mask could have melted off. You swiftly returned his phone and winked, "Call me," and you flew off — that was a good exit.

His eyes followed you as you zoomed away, and his head began thinking of all the things he can/should say in his first text to you.

"Mark," a female voice broke his daydream, "what was that all about?"

He turned around and saw Eve, his girlfriend, standing there with an unsuspicious look on her face. "Nothing," he lied, clearing his throat. "Let's go home, I'm ready to just lay on my bed."

— — —

After going out on two (secret) study dates together, Mark finally accepted that he was in deep shit. He paced around his bedroom as he waited for you to come in through the window, internally panicking at two things: one, that he's catching real feelings for you and two, that Eve will find out.

"I can't lie to Eve forever, she'll know something's up," he mumbled to himself as he walked back and forth.

A soft gust of wind caught his attention and he looked up to see you gently closing his bedroom window. You cheerfully greeted him but the smile on your face quickly disappeared upon seeing the worried look on his.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm just, um..." he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling, "stressed about art class."

"Well I don't know how your class does it but it sounds like they're really giving you guys a tough time out there," you replied, moving close enough to him to wrap your arms around his neck.

He responded by placing his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "It's a killer," he lied.

"Well you look like you need a stress reliever," you said in a low voice, leaning in to give him gentle kisses on the neck. "And I think I know just the thing," you added in a whisper.

Your lips on his neck sent shots of electricity up Mark's spine and his grip around your waist tightened. He used one hand to move your face back up across his and he immediately began kissing you, each one more deeper and more passionate than the last. He guided the both of you to his bed where you landed in synchronicity, and his hands were quick to pull up your shirt and unbutton your shorts.

"Mark, hey," you pulled away. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, "Mmhm, I just need you right now."

The redness and look of restraint in his face was, admittedly, driving you crazy too; you resumed kissing him and proceeded to take off his clothes — which were luckily just a T-shirt and shorts — and his hand moved up and down your back until he decided to unhook your bra. He pulled away from your lips and dived down to your chest, sucking on your perky nipples as his one hand rubbed circles over your damp center. He was sending you into a frenzy and when you finally found the strength to speak, it was just his name.

"I need you right now," he repeated as he placed himself on top of you and stripped you of your last article of clothing.

Mark reached over to his bedside table and rolled down a condom in what seemed like mere seconds. Lining himself up to your entrance, you caught a glimpse of his throbbing cock as he fully slid himself inside you. A low moan escaped from both your lips while you adjusted to his length, and he slowly began picking up a rhythm and a steady pace. He leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss as he moved with more force and speed, his fingers tangling with yours while you both lost yourself to each other.

"I need you," he moaned, "I need you right now."

You kissed him once more and replied breathily, "I'm right here. Fuck, Mark, I'm right here."

Keeping his forehead against yours and his speed and strength building up, he said the two words that brought you crumbling:

"Cum. Now."

The force, the rhythm, and the authority in his voice pushed you over edge. Your thighs tensed then weakened as you entered a whole new state of euphoria, and your soft moans together in the air sounded like a warm, harmonic song. Mark felt himself let go inside you and his pace slowed down to sporadic thrusts until he rolled over next to you, the both of you panting from all the emotions.

"Holy fuck," you said shakily. "That was..."

"Insane," he finished for you as he pulled the condom away and threw it to what he hoped was his trash bin.

"Mmhm," you whispered before turning your head to look at him.

You watched as Mark caught his breath, his sweaty and toned chest moving up and down. He extended his arm above you and you scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder and placing your hand on his heaving his chest. You laid there in silence, the only audible noise being the humming of the air-conditioner.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something," Mark finally said.

"Yes?" you asked, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertip.

"I don't know how to say it," he started. "So I'm just going to. Don't freak out, please. And if you do, will you let me know so I can—"

"Mark," you cut him off, "just tell me."

He took a deep breath, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Really?" you giggled.

"Yeah, really," he replied. "It's cool if you don't... you know, feel the same way or whatever."

You chuckled and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "I feel too, you know," you said. "But I'm glad you said it first."

"Why?" he asked with a smile.

"Because," you shrugged. "If somebody asks, I can tell them you were the first one to break."

Mark laughed and began attacking you with kisses — on your neck, your cheeks, you forehead, your ears, your nose, anywhere he could plant one. You giggled as you tried to get away, feigning weakness while you enjoyed the moment. He finally managed to land a long one your lips, and that one kiss re-energized the heat you were just feeling earlier. His one hand gently cusped your breasts in turns, and you retaliated by rolling on top of him and moving his hands down to your ass. You moaned as Mark gave you a gentle squeeze, and he guided your hips to slowly move against him.

"God, I need you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"I'm all yours, baby," you responded quietly. "All yours, alw—"

"Mark?"

His focus shattered as that familiar voice rang in his ear. You quickly rolled off him, covering yourself with the blanket and looking up at a hovering Eve. Mark grabbed his shorts and quickly put them back on before walking towards Eve, extending his arms out in an attempt to keep her calm.

"Eve, before you say anything—"

"I can't believe you!" she yelled, the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "I can't believe you would do this to me! I trusted you! I trusted her!" she added, pointing at you.

"Eve, she didn't know. Leave her out of this," Mark replied sternly, lowering his arms. "This is between you and me."

She slowly landed back down on the floor but didn't move a step; Eve was paralyzed with anger and sadness, bu mostly the former. "Why?"

"Look, Eve," he turned to look at you and returned his attention to his sobbing girlfriend. "I'm sorry I lied to you. But the truth is I just... I just stopped loving you. I haven't... loved you for a while now."

"And you couldn't be honest with me?" she asked.

"No, I couldn't," Mark answered, "and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. This is on me, okay?"

Eve sniffled, "Why did you stop loving me?"

"All we did was fight, Eve," he sighed, "all we did was fight and yell at each other until we got so tired of yelling, we'd just fall asleep. Then the next morning it's like nothing happened."

She sniffled and shook her head, still refusing to believe this was happening.

"We never solved anything. We never apologized to each other. It's like we were just staying together for the sake of it, or so that no one in the team could shit on us if we broke up," Mark added. "I'm sorry, Eve. I never meant for it to play out like this."

Eve looked up at him with a stone face, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm gonna fly out of that window, And if you don't follow, it means that you don't wanna solve this," she said, sniffling and pointing at his open bedroom window. "Make your choice, Mark."

He watched as he left her bedroom, the soft gust of wind flipping some of his comic books open. Mark walked towards the window and stared at Eve, who was now flying further and further away. When he could no longer see her silhouette in the sky, he shut his window.

"Mark, aren't you...?"

"No," he shook his head, "I didn't mean for this but I meant what I said to Eve."

He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "Y/N, I owe you an apology too," he sighed. "I should have told you about Eve. I should have broken it off with her before I started anything with you."

"Mark..."

He finally looked up at you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't want you to get caught in the middle of this." He sighed again, "I understand if you want to go and never talk to me again because I'm a total piece of shit. But please know I didn't want this to happen."

You sat there and stared at him — Invincible didn't look so invincible right now; he was ashamed and angry at himself. The teenage boy arrogantly flying through the skies like it was no big deal was sitting across you, defeated from the stupid decisions he admittedly made. There was a mixture of fear and embarrassment and sadness and guilt in his eyes, and he was ready for you to just get dressed and leave.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"W... What?"

You shook your head and moved next to him, keeping the blanket over your chest. "I forgive you," you explained to him. "What you did was shitty, yeah, but we all make mistakes. I know I've made my fair share."

"But this was a really big mistake," he said.

"I know," you replied, "but at least you can admit to it and learn from it."

He sighed, "You know, I meant what I said to you earlier... about me... you know, falling in love with you."

"I believe you, and I meant it too.”

You lied back down on the bed and patted the empty space next to you. Mark took up your offer and wrapped you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair as he kept you close to him.

“I promise I will never hurt you like this,” he whispered.

“I know.”

[iturbide]

like tbh the biggest thing I want to see with edelgard? is her learning to trust people and being forced to build a foundation of openness and the ability to Ask For Help when she needs it. and re: the agarthans issue, she definitely needs it.

like especially too if there was ever the chance for her to speak with the other lords, I'd love to see a process around edelgard having to adjust and challenge herself and maybe even freak out a bit because she has to take these chances. I want to see byleth, whom shes probably attached to because theyre so.. neutral, outside of what shes been dealing with, be more forecful with facilitating her reaching out. I want to see dimitri taking a chance to talk to her, I want to see her be able to hesitantly discuss different aspects of her experiences with both him and claude but maybe find out some specifically with claude because he would understand them better and to see them connect over it. I want to see hubert, too, eventually have to come around and I want to see conflict because of that. hell, I feel like hubert having to reckon with edelgard's new course of action and all of those risks could be good grounds for like, having dedue pull him aside for A Talk because MAN do I think those two would actually have a lot to talk about.

this isn't even getting into the eventuality of ferdinand involving himself and by extension causing problems because he's direct and insensitive at times and he'll also have to learn a lesson from that, but anyway

sorry bout all these even more words here but i've been having some thoughts today

Please don't apologize for these words these are excellent words and I am very happy to have them in my inbox (and now on my blog) thank you for sharing these Thoughts I delight in and appreciate the

and also have we talked about the Pre-Timeskip Fix-It? Because Pre-Timeskip has A Lot of this (and some of it is actually written already in draft)

Like Byleth being forceful in facilitating Edelgard's early meetings with other Lords

Also Edelgard opening up a little to Claude and him going full conspiracy theorist and sharing with her

Or how about Edelgard actually apologizing to Byleth and Dimitri

in fact, since it looks like this hasn't gotten posted yet -- how about the lead-up to that apology?

“You still haven’t apologized?”

She did not flinch.  But she did let her gaze wander over his shoulder to a passing student, which might have been equally telling, judging from the way Claude groaned as he threw himself back in his chair.  “Edelgard!”

“What?” 

“Don’t you feel even the tiniest bit guilty about saying that?”

“Why should I?” she asked.  “I only tried to motivate them.”

“How was that supposed to motivate them?”

“It spurs me to think--”

“Princess, you’ve gotta stop putting other people in your shoes and try to put yourself in theirs.”

“...I don’t understand.” 

He sighed, vigorously mussing his own hair.  “Alright.  Okay, fine, let’s try a thought experiment.  Imagine for a minute that you’re an only child--”

“I’m not, I ha--”

“Imagine, I said.”

She huffed, crossing her arms and sitting back even as he leaned forward again.  “You’re an only child,” he continued, “and your mother died before you had a chance to know her.  For as long as you can remember, it’s just been you and your dad.”

That, at least, she could understand.  Her father had long been her inspiration, supporting her grand ambitions and motivating her to continue forward.  She had dreamt, sometimes, of a different life, a better life, where she might live peacefully with him…

“Growing up, you’re kind of isolated.  Your dad does a lot of work as a fighter for hire, and eventually you get pulled into it with him, but he handles all the business.  You don’t interact much with people besides him and maybe some of your fellow mercenaries, but you don’t mind.  Your dad takes care of you, and makes sure you have everything you need, and you don’t feel like you’re missing out on anything.”

She made a thoughtful sound, taking a sip of tea.  Claude seemed rather wistful, but she made no comment, simply listening to the words and trying to keep focus on the dream of herself and her father leading a happy life together, growing up under his kindness and care...

“Then, out of the blue, you get thrown into something you’re totally unequipped to deal with.  You’re expected to lead, when you’ve never been a leader, and expected to teach when you’ve only ever been the one learning.  Your dad is still there, though, and he helps how he can, but...you start to realize that he’s been keeping secrets -- and not just about himself.  You’d never even thought about it before, but you’re seeing a whole world you never knew existed, one that he lived in longer than you’ve been alive, that he could have talked about but never did.  And you don’t know why.”

She frowned, setting her cup back in its saucer.  Would her father keep such secrets from her?  Had he kept such secrets from her?  She’d been spirited away to Faerghus so quickly when the Insurrection occurred...and it had been by her uncle’s hand.  Had it been on her father’s orders…?

“You want answers -- of course you do, who wouldn’t, right? -- and he promises to tell you when there’s time for you both.  But then, when he gets back, just when it looks like things will become clearer, and you’ll be able to understand him better than you ever had before...he dies.  It’s not the end of a long battle with disease or injury.  It comes out of nowhere.  And suddenly the person you’ve had there your whole life, the person you depended on as a child, the person who took care of you then and who’s always been there for you until now, who helped ground and tether you even when things were at their worst...is gone.”

...she had long been preparing for her father’s death.  Though he was not truly old, she had watched him waste away in the years since the Insurrection ended, until he looked far older than his years.  He would not live much longer, and that fact pushed her even now to wrap up her preparations and set her plans in motion...but what if he had died before?  At the hands of the nobles that stole his authority, or as a result of the horrors they inflicted upon him and his family?  She would have continued on…

...but her heart stumbled at the thought of such a loss, borne on top of the torments she and her siblings suffered. 

“So tell me,” Claude said, breaking her out of her thoughts, “how would you handle it?”

She steeled herself, squaring her shoulders and lifting her head.  “I would hunt down the culprit and see them punished for what they did.”

“Right away?  When you’ve got nobody to turn to because there’s this gaping void in your life where they’d been?”

Edelgard had no answer to that. 

“Look.  I don’t doubt that when Teach gets back on their feet, Monica -- or whoever she really is -- is gonna pay.  But you can’t force them up when they’ve got no ground to stand on anymore.”

[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Four: The Body

Author:@harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 4,346 Warnings: lil' bit of angst, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I’m sorry this is late! All is explained in A/N2. We don't get much of Steve in this chapter. BUT!, If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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After I had cried in Steve’s bed for what felt like hours, I decided the best thing I could do was go back to the Byers’ house and be there for Jonathan and Joyce, his mother.

As I biked up their driveway, she spotted me and looked confused. When I threw my bike down and walked up to her, she stuttered her question, “Wh–wh–what? Olivia, what are you–? How did you–?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I answered, hugging her. When I pulled away, I kept my hands on her shoulders. “What matters is that we find out what exactly happened.” I had my own theories. I looked up at Jonathan, seeing him almost retreat back, but I walked up to him and gave him a hug, squeezing him, to which he squeezed me back.

Callahan came up to us and explained what they had to do and for us to wait for a moment. He looked at me and sighed, knowing that I was big trouble.

Where’s Dustin, Lucas and El? I told them to bike home and to make sure that El made her way back to Mike’s. Now, whether they did or not is another story.

Joyce grabbed my hand and had me go inside with her while Hopper explained their theory.

“A trooper found something in the, uh… water that’s at the quarry,” he explained. “Uh, our working theory is that, uh… Will crashed his bike, he made his way over to the quarry and uh… accidentally fell in. The Earth must’ve given way.”

My eyes never left Joyce as I watched her shake her head lightly, Hopper calling her name.

“Joyce? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“No,” she said, voice trembling. “Whoever you found… is not my boy. It’s not Will.”

Hopper said her name again as she looked back at me, squeezing my hand. “It’s not my boy,” she whispered.

I put my hand on her back, nodding my head, “I believe you, Mrs. Byers. I do, I really do.”

“You’re supposed to be home,” Hopper said.

I sighed, “I know. I heard the sirens and got curious. Can you blame a girl for being curious? Especially because Will’s missing? I babysit him from time to time.”

He sighed and looked back at Joyce, who said, “You don’t understand. I talked to him… a half hour ago.”

Well, consider my interest piqued! 

She let go of my hand and walked to the wall to our right, opening the hidden cabinets as she explained, “He was– he was here. He was– he was talking with these.” She pulled out a bunch of clear Christmas lights.

“Talking?” Hopper asked.

Joyce confirmed as she continued, “One blink for us, two for no. And– and uh…” She set the lights down and moved over to her couch, pointing at the wall behind it that had the alphabet painted on it, big Christmas lights hung above them. “And then I made this so he could talk to me. ‘Cause he was hiding… from that… that thing.”

“The thing that came out of the wall? The thing that chased you?”

I was irritated with him at this point. He wasn’t acting interested at all. I mean, a little boy is missing and his mother is trying to explain what she saw and what she experienced. Hell, I believed her!

“Mom, come on, please,” Jonathan begged, going along with Hopper. “You’ve gotta stop this.”

“Jesus H.,” I muttered, turning to face the hidden cabinets.

“No, maybe he’s… it’s after him!” Joyce cried. “He’s in danger, we have to find him, we–”

“What exactly was this thing?” Hopper asked. “It was some kind of animal, you said?”

“No, it was, uh– It was almost human, but it wasn’t– it had these long arms and… it didn’t have a face.”

Interest is highly piqued! I turned around, looking almost surprised.

“It didn’t have a face?” Hopper questioned.

Jonathan walked away, his bedroom door slamming shut a moment later. I’m not exactly sure what happened after that for a few moments, but when I zoned back in, Joyce was sitting on the table with Hopper squatting in front of her.

“After Sarah,” Hop said. “I saw her, too.  And I heard her. I didn’t know what was real. And then I figured out it was all in my mind. And I had to pack all that away. Otherwise, I was gonna fall down a hole… that I couldn’t get out of.”

“No, you’re… you’re talking about grief,” Joyce whispered. “This is different.”

I couldn’t take hearing anymore of this, so I stepped outside, waiting by the cop cars. When I saw Hopper come out of the house, I made my way towards him. “You don’t believe her, do you?”

“Go home, Olivia,” he deadpanned.

Walking with him towards his truck, I said, “Not until you answer my question, Hopper.” He turned and looked at me for a moment before I asked my question again.

Hopper’s eyes danced between mine before he sighed. “I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure?” I asked, tears slowly springing into my eyes. “How can you not be sure?”

“Look, her son just died–”

“That’s bullshit,” I said. “We have a theory–”

“Who does?”

I swallowed, hard. “I-I meant, me. I have a theory. But I can’t tell you.”

He quietly groaned, squeezing his eyes with fingers. He sighed, deeply before saying, “Go home, Olivia, or else you’re coming back to the station.”

“I can’t do that to my mom again,” I whispered, looking down.

He got into his truck, starting it up. I watched as he looked back towards the house before looking back at me. He turned off his truck and pulled his hat forward to cover his eyes.

I walked back towards my bike, getting on it and biking back home. I couldn’t help but check in on Dustin after I snuck back in through my window, thanking God he was in bed asleep. When I made my way to the kitchen, I stopped in the living room on my journey, seeing my mom still awake, watching the 11 o’clock news. I looked at the TV, slowly sitting on the couch as the reporter did his thing.

“Byers’ body was found in the water of this quarry by state police earlier this evening. It was discovered by state police David O’Bannon, just after dark. The state police are mounting an investigation to determine Byers’ cause of death, but an initial inquiry–”

I shook my head and got up, Mom calling my name. Not wanting to hear it, I went straight for the kitchen, the intended room I wanted to go in. Getting myself a glass of water, I let a few tears stream, aching at the loss of one of my favorite pre-teens.

Once I made it back in my room, I grabbed my favorite shirt and put it on before settling into bed. Breathing in the scent of the shirt, a few more tears flowed, this time for a completely different reason.

~~~

The phone ringing at quarter to eight brought me out of my slumber. I answered with a very groggy, “Hello?”

“I need you to come to the coroner's office with me and my mom.”

“Good morning to you, too, Byers,” I said, tossing the covers from my form. “Why?”

“I think my mom wouldn’t want you there, too, since you were there at the quarry last night. Plus, she likes you, so…”

I sighed, running a hand down my face. “Yeah. Give me a few minutes. I’ll meet you there.” I hung up the phone, sighing before yawning. I wasn’t much of a morning person, but I’d do anything for my brother’s friends.

Once I was dressed, I grabbed a piece of buttered toast with jam on it, kissing my mom on the head. I ate the piece of toast on my way to the coroner’s office on my bike. It was a little difficult, but I made it in one piece.

When I walked inside, Hopper was there, who looked thrilled that I had showed up.

“Go to school,” he said.

“Well, good morning, Chief,” I boasted. “Lovely morning we’re having.”

Without missing a beat, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

I sighed. “Jonathan called this morning. Said his mom would want me here.”

They walked in just then, Joyce looking shocked that I was there. I gave Jonathan a look that he almost cowered back at, telling me with his eyes that I needed to play along for his mom’s sake.

Once I told her I wanted to be there for her, her eyes softened and she nodded. The doctor led us to the back, Hopper staying back. Standing at the window, looking at the lifeless body under the blanket, I felt sick, so I excused myself. As I was walking away, I heard Jonathan tell Joyce something probably didn’t agree with me at breakfast.

I sat across from Hopper after getting a small cup of water. It had taken me a couple minutes to drink it, and once I had, I noticed Hopper’s impatience starting to show.

“What’s taking so long?” he asked.

“Well, everything’s been a bit chaotic around here without Gary,” the clerk said.

“Without Gary? Where’s Gary?”

“Well, I thought you knew. Those men from State, they… they sent Gary home last night.”

Hopper and I looked at each other, before we both asked, “So, who did the autopsy?”

“Someone from State.”

Our eyes stayed locked on each other as I leaned back, crossing my arms and one leg over the other, giving Hopper a look of “Believe us now?”

Jonathan came out just then, looking sick as a dog. He sat next to Hopper, taking his jacket off.

“How’s your mom doing?” Hopper asked.

“Oh, goodness,” I muttered, quietly.

“I don’t know,” Jonathan answered.

The phone rang right before Hopper asked, “How long has this stuff been going on? With the lights and, uh… Will and the thing in the wall?”

“Since the first phone call, I guess.”

Brows pinched together, I asked, “Phone call?”

Jonathan nodded, looking down before saying, “Ya’know, she’s had anxiety problems… in the past.”

“Your dickhead of a father sure as hell didn’t help,” I muttered.

“Language,” Hopper muttered.

“Sorry.”

“But this,” Jonathan continued. “I don’t know.” He breathed in deep before audibly sighing. “I’m worried it could be… ugh, I don’t know.” He hung his head, sniffling before sighing once again. Looking back up at me, he added, “She’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

I could see the tears in his eyes from here, so I stood up and walked over to his chair, sitting on the armrest, pulling him in for a sideways hug.

In addition to Steve being my best friend, Jonathan was also a very good friend of mine. Yes, it was because of our brothers, but we became our own friends while Dustin and Will were getting to know each other through play dates.

Even though I didn’t have the slightest clue on what the Byers’ were going through, it still broke my heart to see the both of them in this state. Especially Joyce.

“My mom,” the older Byers boy said. “She’s tough.” He chuckled, which caused me to chuckle out a “Yeah,” Hopper agreeing.

He put his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, saying, “Hey. She is.”

Speaking of the tough Byers woman, the doors opened up to her coming out of the hallway, the coroner yelling, “Ma’am! Ma’am, I need you to sign!”

“I don’t-I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, that is not my son!” Joyce said.

The three of us stood up at that point, Hopper saying, “Joyce, wait a second.”

“No!” Joyce walked out of the building, so I decided to follow after her. 

“Joyce!” I yelled, stepping outside. She turned and faced me, asking, “If you saw him, would you believe it’s him or something else.”

“Listen, I believe you. 100%,” I said, nodding with wide eyes. “I believe you. I have my own little theory on where your littlest is. I can’t tell you right now, but–” She tried to interrupt me, but I simply continued, “But I will tell you when I feel the time is right. I have to get more information to back my theory up, but I promise you, you will be the first person I tell.”

Jonathan came outside then, so I told them that I had to get to school and to keep me updated on anything else that happens. After I biked to school, I went to the office and told them I was Hopper and the Byers’ at the coroner’s office and to call Hop if they didn’t believe me. When I left the office, I went to my locker, seeing a note inside.

Hope everything is okay. Meet me in between the buildings by the gym. Need to talk. -Nance

I sighed, closing my locker. When I made it to Nancy's preferred meeting place, I stopped in my tracks. “Steve?”

“Olivia?” he asked back, just as surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I asked her to come,” Nancy said. She began to explain about her going back to Steve’s house the day before to look for Barb while I made my way over to the two.

“So, wait a sec, I don’t understand,” Steve said. “You went back to my house?”

“To look for Barb,” Nancy answered.

I leaned against the building behind me, sighing.

“Yeah, okay, but,” Steve said, quickly looking back at me for a moment. Almost to check to see if I was still there before continuing, “Why didn’t you just talk to me? That’s crazy.”

“Crazy,” I dragged out.

“I don’t know, I-I was scared,” Nancy said.

“You seriously think you saw a guy in a mask just hanging out in my yard?” Steve asked.

I walked over to them, creating a triangle with them as I asked, “You saw a guy in a mask? Why didn’t you ask me to come with you?!” “You were with Dustin,” Nancy said. “But I don’t think it was a mask.”

“But he had no face?” Steve asked.

I quickly looked at him. More info for my theory. I looked down, my eyes dancing around as I muttered, “Theory.”

“What?”

I shook my head and looked up. “Working theory. Nance, your retort?”

“I don’t know!” she said. “I don’t know, I just– I have a terrible feeling about this.”

“Oh, this is bad,” Steve said. “This is really bad.”

“You’re telling us!” I exclaimed.

Steve leaned against the building I was just leaning against as Nancy asked, “What?”

“The cops,” he said.

“What about them?” I asked.

“They're gonna wanna talk to all of us now. Tommy, Carol, everybody who was at the party.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” I said, holding my hand out. “It wasn’t that big of a party. Just a minuscule of a get together.”

“Liv, my parents are gonna murder me,” he exclaimed.

“Calm down,” I sighed.

“Are you serious right now?” Nancy asked.

Looking at Nancy, Steve said, “You don’t understand. My dad’s a Grade A asshole.” Looking at me, he said, “Olivia, you should know that.”

I sighed and looked at Nancy, waiting for her to give her retort, which she looked at me expectantly. “Oh, I need to respond?” She nodded, so I sighed and looked at Steve. “Barb is missing, Steve. And you’re worried about your dad? Who’s never home?”

“Are you talking to the cops?”

“Well, yeah. Because of Will,” I answered.

“Well, when you talk to them next, just don’t mention the beers. It’s just gonna get you in a lot of trouble again. Barbra’s got nothing to do with it.”

“Steve, the Chief doesn’t even know I was at your house Tuesday,” I said, raising my arm a bit before slapping my hand on my outer thigh. “I told him I was at home the whole night before I heard sirens, which I’ll try and explain later.”

“So, you won’t mention being at my house?”

I looked at Nancy, the both of us scoffing before she said, “I can’t believe you right now.” She walked away, saying, “I can’t believe you.”

Steve called her name a couple times as she continued her walk away from us. He looked back at me, his eyes asking what he did wrong.

“Are you serious?” I asked. “Steve, let me spell it out for you.” I stepped closer to him, thumb and forefinger pressed together, hand waving as I enunciated, “It’s not about you right now.” I walked away, ready to leave campus again, but knowing I had to stay.

I walked by the school’s payphone, hearing it ring. Looking around to see if anyone is going to answer, I decided to pick it up, hesitantly saying, “Hello?”

“Liv?”

“Mike?”

“I need you to come to my house.”

“Why?”

“Please. I need your help.”

“This must be serious. You never ask for my help.”

“Liv!”

“Okay! Damn. I’m coming. Give me a few minutes to bike there.” I hung up the phone and audibly sighed. “Why me?” I asked no one. Turning and going straight for my bike, I noticed Steve leaning against his car, head in his hands. When I got my bike and started to ride past him, I watched as he looked up, the annoyance clearing his face as he saw me.

“Liv! Hey, where you going?” he asked.

“Home!” I said. “But I’ll be back!”

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Walking into the Wheeler’s basement, I noticed the place was a mess. Mrs. Wheeler didn’t pay me for tidying it or cleaning it when it needed it… because she didn’t know I did it for her. Deciding I’d do it for her later, I made my way up the basement stairs into the kitchen.

I hollered for Mike, who responded with, “Nancy’s room!” I chuckled to myself, climbing the regular house stairs to the bedrooms, stopping at Nancy’s.

Seeing the makeup brushes out, I giggled. “Mike, I don’t think Nancy’s colors are going to look good on you.”

He looked at me with a deadpan look. “Can you come put this shit on her face?”

I walked into Nancy’s room, saying, “Language,” while setting my backpack down. Sitting in front of El, I noticed a small smile on her lips. “Hey, sweetie. So, as I’m putting this makeup on your face, I’ll tell you what the products are and stuff, okay?”

She nervously nodded her head, which made me smile.

“You’ll get to use it,” I said. “Especially if you’re gonna live here with Nancy.”

That a small giggle from her as I reached in Nance’s makeup box for her powder and brush. Once I put that on El and explained what it was, I moved on to blush then to the rest of the products. She was hesitant about the mascara, but once I told her a trick that I use for when I put my own on, she wanted to try by herself. 

The boys were in the basement, finding things for El to wear; a dress and a wig. They brought them up to us as soon as we were done with makeup. She had asked with her eyes if I could stay near the door like before, so I said that I would.

I heard the door open up behind me, turning to see El in a blonde wig and a light pink dress. I smiled, putting my palms together, bringing my fingertips to my lips. “Beautiful before. Beautiful now.”

“Wow,” Dustin said. “She looks–”

“Pretty,” Mike said. “Good. You look pretty good.”

El walked to the mirror, almost stunned at seeing herself all done up. She whispered, “Pretty,” as I walked behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders. 

“Like I said, beautiful before. Beautiful now.” I smiled, which caused her to smile back.

~~~

When I got back to school, Callahan and Powell were there. I rolled my eyes to a close, sighing.

“Miss Henderson,” Powell said. “What a nice surprise.”

“Hello, Officer Powell,” I greeted. “Am I going back to the station?”

“No, but we do need to talk with you. Follow me, please.”

He led me to the cafeteria, where Nancy and Mrs. Wheeler were, to my surprise.

“Nancy?” I asked, setting my bag down, sitting next to her. “What are you–?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Powell said. He began his questioning, Nancy and I answering to the best that we could.

“This argument you three had?” Powell said. “What exactly was it about?”

“I wasn’t involved,” I said, hands up. “I was in Steve’s room, getting some dry clothes while Nancy and Barb talked. I’m not sure what it was about.”

Nancy sighed. “It wasn’t really an argument. Barb just wanted to leave. I didn’t, so, I– I told her to just go home.”

Powell looked from me back to Nancy. “Then what?”

“Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes.”

“And the next day, you went back and… saw a bear, you’re thinking?”

I looked at Nancy as she closed her eyes for a moment, opening while saying, “I don’t know what it was, but… I think–I think maybe it took Barb. You need to check behind Steve’s house–”

“We did,” Callahan said. “There’s nothing there. There’s no sign of a bear.”

“And no car,” Powell added.

“Oh, I drove that night,” I said. “So, there wouldn’t be any car.”

“Look,” Callahan said. “We figured that Barbra came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else.”

“Has she ever talked to either of you about running off?” Powell asked. “Leave town, maybe?”

“I didn’t know her that well, so…” I said.

“No,” Nancy answered. “No, Barb wouldn’t do that, ever.” She pointed at me and said, “Liv would, but not Barb.”

“Thanks, Nance.”

“She wasn’t maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy?” Powell continued his line of questioning. “Uh, Steve Harrington?”

“What? No!” Nancy said.

“Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve’s room?” Callahan asked. He looked at me, a confused look on his face. “You two are still close? Why were you up there?”

I sighed. “I still have a stash of clothes over there from, like, two years ago.” I looked at Nancy, saying her name.

“It wasn’t like that,” Nancy defended.

“Like what?” Callahan asked.

“Steve and me, we’re… we’re just friends. We… we just talked.”

“Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?”

Seeing the uncomfortable look on Nancy’s face, as well as the almost disturbed look on her mother’s, I looked at the officer’s saying, “Alright, boys. I think we’re done here. Your rounds of questioning are over.”

~~~

For some reason, Hopper had directed his call to my personal phone in my bedroom, so when I answered it, he said he needed me right away at the coroner’s office, and that he’d pick me up so I didn’t have to bike in the dark.

He and I made it, albeit a little awkward. I watched him pick up his hat and then set it back down. He looked at me and told me if I said a word, he’d throw me in a cell and to get out of the truck once I agreed.

He told the front desk clerk that he forgot his hat and that I was there to help him look before we both walked down a hallway, seeing a security guard that Hopper punched out.

“Damn, Hopper,” I said as he grabbed the guy's keys.

He didn’t say anything, he just unlocked the door, motioning for me to follow him in. When he closed the door behind me, I shuddered, not wanting to be in this morgue. When we went into the next room, I swore I was going to be sick.

“Stay strong,” Hopper said, pulling the drawer out that had Will’s body in it.

“Hopper!” I exclaimed. “What the hell–”

He pulled the blanket back, revealing Will’s body. Tears immediately came to my eyes as  I looked at him, a kid that was like my own brother. Hopper walked away for a moment before walking back to the drawer, pulling the blanket back further.

He put his hand on the body, gasping. When he pulled his hand back, he looked at me. “Come feel this.”

I walked over, putting my hand on Will’s body, except… this wasn’t his body. It didn’t feel like regular skin. When I looked up at Hopper, we both had a look of shock on our faces. “We told you.”

He exhaled heavily, pulling a pocket knife from his pocket. He opened it, almost hesitantly. Nodding his head, he put the knife to the body, retreating after a moment. Looking back at me, he asked, “What if it really is him?”

Shaking my head, I said, “It’s not. I can feel that it’s not a real body. It doesn’t even feel like normal skin.”

Hopper looked back at the body, breathing heavily for a moment before plunging the knife into the belly button and cutting to the bottom of where the ribs should be. It looked like he was struggling, too. He reached his hand in, pulling out cotton. He looked back at me, saying, “I think it’s time you reveal that theory.”

“Not yet,” I said. “We have to tell Joyce first about this.”

“Not yet,” he repeated my words. “We have to make a trip first.”

“Hopper, I can’t. My mom worries enough when I’m in my bedroom and she can’t find me.”

He sighed. “Alright. I’ll take you home.”

“Thank you, Hop.”

He took me home and told me to stay in the rest of the night, no matter what. And that’s what I did.

Ya’know, it feels good to follow the rules every once in a while… and spending time with my mom watching game shows.

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Return to the Lazaret Alone Pt. 5 - Headcanon

Asra Alnazar x MC

A/N: Almost done! @snarkfinnicksoup, only one more to go after this! But of course, who knows how long it’ll actually take me to get around to writing it :) Requests are open! Oh, and for anyone who’s wondering, after I finish this request I have about 8 others that have been sitting in my inbox for way too long, so if it takes a long time for me to post your request, that’s why! I like to take my time and write these headcanons to the best of my ability! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Also, I know this didn’t touch on MC’s reasons for going to the Lazaret as much as the previous parts, but I feel like at this point it’s a bit repetitive. But, I made Asra’s perspective extra angsty to make up for it!

TW: crying, Lazaret, isolation, relationship insecurities, anxiety, panic attack, food mention, mentions of death

Spoilers for the end of the game!

💙Asra💙

Leaving an argument unresolved was one of Asra’s least favourite things to do

Even if the two of you couldn’t reach a compromise or some sort of agreement, he, at the bare minimum, always liked to soothe over any hurt feelings before separating in any way

Your last argument before you had lost your memories would forever be one of his greatest regrets, and he was determined not to make the same mistake by letting you think he didn’t love you completely

So even if you were angry, and needed some time to sort out your feelings before addressing the issue again, he would take your hand tightly in his own and tell you that he loved you before letting you go off on your own

With that being said, your most recent argument was much more bitter than usual, and even though he had still told you he loved you, he felt as though you hadn’t heard him properly

The both of you had gone to bed feeling bad, but neither of you had wanted to stay up any later fighting

Once sleep had reset your emotions, you could try again more peacefully in the morning

Or at least, that’s what Asra had hoped would happen

But when he woke up the next morning, it was to find you missing

Now normally, this wasn’t an unusual occurrence

He liked to sleep in late as often as possible, and no matter how long you slept, he would probably be in bed longer

So you not being next to him shouldn’t have scared him as much as it did

But to some degree, your emotions were connected, and he could feel his heart ache right along side you

He was out of bed before any other thoughts could register in his mind, throwing on some clothes, allowing Faust to slither into his shirt, and grabbing a few key items— most importantly, his compass

Not bothering with breakfast, he followed the compass’s needle as it pointed him toward what he desired most: you

He moved through the town quickly, not returning any of the greetings thrown his way by familiar townsfolk

An unpleasant feeling tugged at his gut, telling him that he already knew where you were

Telling him that the past three years had been a lie; telling him that his worst fears were a reality

Telling him that you were dead

His panic rose instead his chest, threatening to burst out

Doing his best to push it down, he kept moving, trying to convince himself that maybe you were just buying something at the edge of town

He couldn’t consider any other possibilities without breaking down

So when he came to the edge of town, the end of the dock, facing toward the Lazaret, that’s what he did

He broke down

Rationally, he knew you were fine

He didn’t know why you would have gone to the Lazaret, much less alone, but he knew that you were alive

But a larger part of him didn’t care

It insisted that you were dead, that he had failed to save you, that you hated him for everything he put you through

And he couldn’t help but fall to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he tried to stop himself from screaming for you

He felt like he couldn’t breathe; there was an invisible hand wrapped around his throat, slowly and painfully strangling him

The dock beneath him seemed to be falling away, and he felt like he was falling with it, not into the water below, but into an endless void

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly regained control of his senses

There were a couple people kneeling beside him, hovering but not touching as they tried to talk him back to reality

He didn’t recognize them, so they were likely just concerned passerbys, but he appreciated them nonetheless

It took a while, but eventually he was calm enough to convince them to leave him be

Now that the initial panic had passed by, he felt empty, but at the same time, determined

He wasn’t sure how long he had taken for himself, but he felt ready to find you and bring you back home, where you belonged

Quickly finding someone willing to ferry him to the Lazaret for a certain price, he sat in a small boat, staring solemnly at the Lazaret as it slowly grew bigger

When he reached the shore, he asked the boat’s owner to wait just a while until his return with you

He pulled out the compass and followed it once more, refusing to look at his surroundings lest he fall into panic again

It lead him into the lone building occupying the island and he pushed down his rising fear again, focusing on the fact that every step brought him closer to you

And there you were; curled up to be as small as possible, sitting on the ash covered ground

He choked back a cry and very nearly threw himself at you, holding you tight and trying not to break down again

You were startled for sure— Asra hadn’t made a sound when he came in— but he didn’t seem to notice, too busy being relieved and repeating quietly out loud that you were alive, you were safe, you were with him

And frankly, if you started crying to, then nobody would be able to blame you

The two of you clung together, crying for different reasons, but crying nonetheless

Eventually Asra managed to pry himself away from you just enough to look deep into you eyes

His cries slowly turned to laughter out of relief that you were safe, back to crying because of where he had found you, back to laughter again because, yes, he had found you, and you were alive

All in all it was a very messy and confusing time for the both of you

But eventually calm and relative silence fell over you as a comforting blanket, save for the occasional sniffle or chuckle

Frankly, neither of you was in a state to talk things through at the moment

You would, for sure, as there was no way Asra would ever leave anything unresolved ever again, but for that one day, all he wanted to do was take you home and hold you close

He shakily pushed himself to his feet, and tried to help you up despite not being very stable himself

The two of you left the Lazaret hand in hand, relieved to be together, but knowing you had much to talk about later

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Please Don't Leave Me (2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: Angst? Poor writing?

Summary: Bucky finds out what happens.

A/N: Here's part 2! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1406

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“Who’s going to tell him?” Nat asked quietly. The whole flight back had been deadly silent as everyone processed what had just happened. “You know he’s going to be waiting.”

“I should. It’s my fault.” Wanda answered just above a whisper, looking at the floor. Tears were still staining her cheeks.

“It’s not your fault, Wanda. You didn’t know she wasn’t going to make it out. None of us did. I’ll tell him. I was technically in charge of the mission and he’s my best friend.” Steve immediately replied. His eyes were rimmed red and his face was puffy. He could only imagine how Bucky was going to react.

~

As expected, Bucky was pacing as he waited in the hangar for the quinjet to return. He hadn’t heard from you since before the mission. It made him nervous. Uneasy. You always texted after a mission. Even if you were seriously hurt, someone would update him. This unusual silence made his stomach churn and his anxiety spike. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

The ramp lowered and Wanda quickly walked out with the child in her arms, heading straight for medbay. She didn’t even spare him a glance, opting to stare at the floor or straight ahead as she walked away.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked as Nat and Steve walked out after her. He looked over their shoulders, expecting you to come running into his arms like you always did. There was no sign of you however. He furrowed his eyebrows looking back at the two. Both had puffy eyes and Nat immediately turned and walked away from him, a small sob falling from her lips before she made it out of the room.

Steve and Bucky were the only two left now. It was almost deathly silent as Bucky waited for an answer that wasn’t coming. Steve couldn’t figure out the right words.

“What the hell happened? Where is she?” Bucky pressed. He was looking at the ground, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“S-she didn’t make it, Buck. I’m so sorry.” Steve told him with teary eyes.

“This is one of your jokes right?” Bucky questioned as his heart rate picked up. It was a joke. Right?

“Wanda found a hostage,” Steve started to explain with a shaky breath. “Y/N told her she’d buy her some time and meet her outside. They had already set the place to blow up. Wanda made it out, but Y/N didn’t. We were going to go back in but by the time we realized it was too late. I’m so sorry, Buck.”

“That doesn’t make sense. How do you know that she didn’t make it out and just didn’t make it back to the jet?” Bucky asked. There was no way what Steve was saying was true.

“She didn’t respond on coms. We checked the area nearby. If she was in there, there’s no way she could’ve survived. Even if she did, it wouldn’t be for long. We’re going to get a team together to check for the body in a couple of days. Between the snow and the smoke we couldn’t see much.” Steve told him.

Bucky just stared at him for a second, processing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“But there’s a chance she’s still alive and you left her. That’s my best girl Steve! The love of my life and you LEFT HER THERE?” He yelled, shoving Steve out of the way and walking onto the jet.

“Buck, there’s no way she could’ve survived. She wasn’t even on the main level when Wanda left her.” Steve said, grabbing his arm to stop him, but Bucky quickly shook him off. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going back for her. She’s not dead, Steve. She’s stronger than that. There’s no way in hell she didn’t make it. It’s Y/N! She always finds a way.” Bucky snapped.

Steve sighed and grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him to face him. He hated seeing his best friend this way.

“Buck. Listen to me. She’s gone.” Steve told him calmly. Looking in his eyes he could see Bucky beginning to break, the reality setting in.

“No…” He replied quietly as his voice started shaking. “No, no, no, no, no. She can’t be.” He fell to his knees as the reality of it all hit him like a ton of bricks. You had left and you weren’t coming back.

“I’m so sorry.” Steve repeated, pulling him in for a hug as he started to sob. The emotions hit him in waves. Sadness. Anger. Guilt.

“I should’ve been there. I should’ve been on that mission, Stevie.” He sobbed while Steve rubbed his back, trying to keep his own tears at bay.

“Don’t say that, Bucky. You were injured, you couldn’t have. I’m sorry I didn’t go in for her sooner. I should’ve gone back as soon as I knew she and Wanda were still in there.” Steve admitted.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Bucky ran out of tears for the time being. He felt numb as the shock of it all settled. His world was crashing down around him. He slowly got to his feet and started to walk back into the compound.

“Buck, where are you going?” Steve called after him. He didn’t even acknowledge the question as he walked back to your shared room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Bucky laid down on his side of the bed, staring at your side. Nothing felt real. It had to be a dream. Some sick joke from the Universe. One of the few things that brought him joy was taken from him without warning.

~

“James, put me down!” You giggled as you halfheartedly struggled in his grip. He had you thrown over his shoulder and laughed at your fake attempts to escape.

“Not a chance, Doll! I just got you back from a mission. I’m not letting you go.” He told you as he carried you off to his room.

“But I promised the girls I’d hang out with them for a bit!” You explained. He closed the door and threw you onto the bed before climbing on top of you.

“Nope you’re mine tonight, sweetheart.” He told you. “I missed you too much.”

“But Bucky!” You whined but quickly dissolved into giggles as he started tickling you. You squirmed trying to get out from under him but it was no use. He was bigger than you and you stood no chance.

“Mercy! Please, mercy!” You managed to get out between laughs. He stopped and you tried to catch your breath, looking up at him with a look of adoration on your face. You felt safe with him. You could be your true self. He was looking down at you with a similar look. One like you hung the stars in the sky and were the only person in the world that mattered. It made your heart flutter.

“I love you.” You told him before you realized what you had said. Your eyes went almost comically wide when you did. The two of you had only been dating a few months at that point and hadn’t said those three little words yet. You were afraid that you had sent it all crashing then and there by saying it too early.

Bucky looked surprised for a second. After everything he’d been through with Hydra he wasn’t sure anyone would love him like that. Then he met you. A huge smile broke out on his face.

“I love you too, doll.” He replied and leaned down to kiss you.

Bucky woke with a smile on his face, reaching over to your side of the bed only to find it empty. Fresh tears came to his eyes as he remembered you were gone.

~

“I’m worried about him, Nat.” Steve admitted as he walked with Nat down the hallway. “It’s been days and he’s barely left his room since we got back. He has bags under his eyes. He’s barely eating. He barely acknowledges anyone. It’s like he’s just a shell.”

“Just give him time.” Nat tried to reassure him. “He’s grieving. It might help once we find the body and have a funeral. Give him some closure.”

“I hope so.” He replied as they walked into the meeting room for the debriefing. Tomorrow the team was heading out to recover your body.

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Someone at the hospital constantly flirts with Amelia and Link gets really jealous that when she gets home he reminds her that she’s his (smut) and makes her tell him that she’s his only

Jealous

A/N: Thanks for the prompt. There's A LOT of smut in my inbox right now, I'll try and get to it. This is set sometime in 16A except Amelia is not pregnant. Enjoy!

WARNING: SMUT and it's long and dirty... I should go to church.

He could hear it from down the hall.

The sound that always makes his heart flutter.

Amelia's laugh was infectious, her smile too. Link could hear his favorite sound getting louder as he got closer. But, as he walked around the corner to the OR board, his smile faded. He felt it in his stomach; that feeling.

"Seriously, Dr. Shepherd, that surgery was truly incredible." the new neuro fellow said, his tone a little over-friendly.

"Well, good to know I made a good first impression." Amelia laughed, wiping her name off the board before leaning against it.

"World class neurosurgeon Amelia Shepherd? It would pretty hard for you to not make a good first impression." he smirks, leaning against the board the same way she had.

Link felt his blood starting to boil as he watches the interaction. He walked over to where they were standing and wrapped an arm around her waist. Amelia turned her head and smiled at her boyfriends appearance, "Dr. Lincoln, this is Dr. Kahn, my new fellow."

The younger man held out his hand to Link, "Good to meet you. Amelia was just telling me about the surgery you two performed in New York a few months ago."

Link cleared his throat and turned his body into Amelia's, rubbing his hand up and down her side before looking at the other man, "Could you excuse us."

Dr. Kahn raised his eyebrows, looking down at the arm around Amelia's waist before nodding and leaving the two alone. Amelia unwrapped herself from Link's hold and turns to face him, her expression both confused and irritated, "What is wrong with you?"

"You were so rude just now." Amelia said sternly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"He was flirting with you." Link explains.

"No, he wasn't. He was being nice." Amelia rolls her eyes causing Link to laugh, "Amelia, he was flirting. I don't blame him but you are mine."

"Oh, so that's how this is going to go?" Amelia asks, clearly both irritated and amused by this conversation, "I'm yours and no man or woman is ever allowed to be nice to me ever again?"

"No one is allowed to flirt with you, only me." Link says, his voice serious causing Amelia to laugh once more, "You're ridiculous."

"And you're mine." Link smirks.

"When we get out of here, i'm gonna remind you why."

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The second the two got through the door of Link's apartment, he had her pressed up against the door. His lips pressed against hers. The rapidness of it all caused Amelia to laugh into his mouth, "Oh, you were serious."

Link didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. She crossed her legs around his back as he carried her towards the bedroom, kissing around her neck.

When they got there, he threw Amelia onto the bed and stood in front of her. He gave her a sultry look as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside before doing the same to his pants and boxers. Now completely naked, Link climbed onto the bed where she was laid back and using her elbows to prop her up.

"You won't be needing this." Link says, pulling off her shirt.

He leans in to attach their lips once more, forcefully but making sure to not hurt her. He kept their lips pressed against each other, not letting them part for air while he reached around her back and removed her bra, tossing it behind him. Without warning, Link pulled away from her lips and took her nipple into his mouth causing Amelia to moan. She tried to hold it in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but failed.

Eventually, Link had made his way down her body and was now tugging on her pants. He managed to pull them off, along with her underwear, at what seemed like record speed. Wasting no time, Link pushed her legs apart and smirked, "This wet for me already, huh."

Amelia rolled her eyes and smacked his arm with her foot, "Cocky."

Link pushed her legs up towards her chest and pulled her closer to him as he laid on his stomach, head placed between her thighs. He dove in, licking her softly, teasing her. "I am the only one who knows exactly how to get you screaming." he tells her as he pushes two fingers into her. Amelia breathes heavily at the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his tongue heightening everything she was feeling.Link began pumping his fingers into her, immediately curling them to reach her g-spot while his tongue makes slow circles around her clit. It was taking everything in Amelia to not moan, she wasn't giving in to his game yet. With his free hand, Link reached up to her chest and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Amelia had to bite her lip to stop herself from making a sound.

Link looked up from between her legs for a split second and smirked when he saw how hard she was trying. Seconds later, he had added a third finger and was pumping into her at a rapid pace. Amelia couldn't keep it in anymore. As his fingers moved, the sound of her arousal was joined by the sound of her moans as she got close to her climax. Link continued pumping his fingers and circling his tongue until she was squirming below him, squealing. He suddenly felt her walls tighten around him as she came, moaning his name loudly. However, Link didn't stop what he was doing. He sat up slightly, pulling his face away from her centre but continued to pump his fingers into her. Amelia was panting as the combination of coming down from her high and Link's continued movements started to overwhelm her. It wasn't until she started to squirt a little that she threw her head back and tried to close her legs around his arm.

"Okay, stop stop stop." Amelia begs, unable to take anymore "You've made your point."

Link smirks as he grabs her leg and uses it to flip her over so she's on her hands and knees, "I don't think I have."

Without giving her a chance to recover from her intense orgasm, Link pushed into her. Her walls were wet and warm and the feeling caused him to moan quietly. He immediately started pounding into her igniting another fire in Amelia's stomach as the feeling overwhelmed her, "No one fucks you as good a I do.". Link pushes her body down so the side of her face was now pressed into the mattress. The angle allowed Link to push deeper and hit her g-spot.

"You are mine. You understand?" Link asks dominantly.

He received no reply, just muffled moans as Amelia felt herself nearing the edge once more. Link could feel it too; her walls tightening around him and pushing him that bit closer.

"You are not allowed to cum yet." he instructs as he continues pounding into her, the sounds of their skin slapping filling the room.

"Please." Amelia whined, feeling herself starting to fall.

"Tell me who you belong to." Link demands.

Amelia, starting to become overstimulated, says nothing as she bites her lip once more in an attempt to hold on a little longer. Link speeds up his thrusts again as he starts to feel his balls tighten.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks again, a word between each thrust.

"You." Amelia gives in breathlessly, "I'm yours."

"Good girl. You're mine and don't you forget it." he says as he reaches around to rub her clit, signalling to her that she is allowed to fall. Amelia screams his name as she cums harder than she ever has before. Her body has a mind of it's own as she convulses around him. The sight of her causes Link to reach his own climax right after.

A few minutes later, they collapse on the bed, side by side. As they gain their breath back, Link pulls Amelia closer with a hand on her hip and wraps his leg over hers. He leans in to press a gentle kiss against her lips, feeling as they both smile into it.

"You're my girl." he says, running his fingers softly down her side.

Amelia rolls her eyes and smirks, "After that? You've got nothing to worry about, trust me."