#some of this is probably incorrect and is just me reaching for an answer that doesnt exist btw

[pillowenvelopchair]

Hey guys!! this is just my insane ramble on Still Waters Run Deep that's made by the lovely @un-local. I've had so so sooooo many thoughts about this fic and I decided to try and put it all coherently in a post :)

Probably not a lot of new insights, just many, many rambles

Magdalene analysis and her view on Rogier + some other stuff

Magdalene, at the start of the story, is aimless and refuses to follow any line of Grace, putting off whatever it leads to and going in the opposite direction. Yet Grace is fickle, and it all eventually converges, so she gives in. (aaaand a life-changing partnership ensues)

She wants out of the competition of becoming Elden Lord, and she wants nothing to do with it. Someone else to take lordship is what she wants. Magdalene, in her eyes, is not worthy to take the throne. But Rogier on the other hand…

Rogier is, quite literally, built different. He thinks differently compared to Magdalene (a STR vs INT user difference lol). He’s able to pick out all the details that she would miss. Be able to extrapolate and examine it all and be able to learn from it. Magdalene can't do that.

It's basically:

Rogier: says some fun facts about the most random thing in the room, saying all the history behind it, and what the tiny details could mean Magdalene: yeah, that's a rock.

So instead, she becomes a tool for Rogier to be able to use, because that's the least she can do for him.

“She can already feel the faint grin forming on her lips at the thought. She never wanted to be Elden Lord. She’d finally picked up and followed grace to... to get away, with no idea what it called her to do. When Melina told her where it led her, she felt only dread. But Rogier... To save Those Who Live in Death... Two birds, one stone. She meets his eyes, and doesn’t look away. In them, she doesn’t see pride, or avarice. She doesn't see a man who wants to rule the world. Not at all. The path forward is clear now.” -Chapter 22

For once, she really sees a light from the dark future she sees. She's hopeful that she won't have to take the throne, that Rogier can burden it instead of her. He's worthy in her eyes and because of that, she devotes herself to him with all she can do. (Ah but… I believe Rogier wants her to be Elden Lord? Not sure but her not wanting to be Elden Lord doesn’t quite fit with what he has planned)

Magdalene really holds onto Rogier, and his guidance (a comfort wizard, if you will). And so the idea that he won’t make it… that she’ll be left alone with Grace again, forced to join back into the competition for lordship... It's sickening to her. So she really clings to him, desperate to not be left alone with a destiny that she despises.

Magdalene is always pulled into different directions. Grace pulls her to one but she pulls herself to the opposite one. Fia and D are both on extreme sides of the spectrum on Rogier's survival, and Magdalene is caught right in the middle of it.

But for her, Rogier will survive, he has to survive otherwise... that light, that small hope she has will all fade into obscurity.

Ghosts from the past (Lorens and Ida)

I absolutely love how something, or rather, someone haunts both of them.

Lorens had been the catalyst of all of what Rogier does now. Why he’s so desperate to save those who live in death. He's literally devoted his body and mind to Lorens just to see him alive (maybe Rogier's devoting all of himself to finding a solution to death because he wants it to come back to the old times when it was just him and Lorens in the Rise, or maybe not!! I'm just rambling lol).

Every thought of Lorens is painted with a sort of bittersweetness to it. From Rogier's perspective, at the very least (I'm super curious as to how Lorens would view Rogier but we'll probably never get it because... you know...). He's almost obsessed with him, and it's all pretty unhealthy lol.

Magdalene, who’s haunted by Ida who's probably a sort of lover that hadn't been fully brought to fruition. Different opinions on what they have had made Magdalene leave with (from what I have seen at least, we have scrapes of her, people! I can't wait to see more of Ida though)

Now with Ida... Magdalene absolutely shakes herself out of every thought she has about Ida. Spurning every single thought or imagination she has of that woman.

"Nausea comes in waves. Fever. She can feel delirium taking her—she’s convinced she’s submerged in the very waters of creation, for a while. She vividly feels herself sinking deeper and deeper into a current; cold and dark and inescapable. As it pulls her down, she’s overcome with the instinct to breathe it in— Against her temple she feels a hand, with gentle fingers dragging softly through her hair. Suddenly, every layer of the dream collapses in on itself, and she jolts awake with a gasp.  Here, in Liurnia, she hauls herself up, rubbing at her face. Even the memory is a shock of cold water to her. She’s a woman haunted." -Chapter 23

(I just really love this part- I can't help it)

I think it's also really interesting how Magdalene leaves Ida due to their differences in what they have (?) while Rogier just absolutely hangs onto Lorens no matter what, despite him being... er... him. Not so sure about his personality with the small flashbacks we get of him but he’s probably not good for Rogier.

In short, Rogier venerates Lorens, while Magdalene absolutely rejects Ida. (Opposites!)

Rogier’s overthinking

Also found it interesting that when Rogier thinks he really thinks. He's a professional overthinker, even in the past

"He thinks of the labyrinthian etiquette, the way he’d triple-check every sentence for a double meaning. The secrets, the ruthless political schemes. It all felt like a spider’s web to him. He’d learned the game, and he played it well, but it had been nothing but paranoia and misery for him. Just like it was for everyone else." -Chapter 17

It's what's kept him alive (Ch. 17), and what's been able to pave the way for his findings Yet, it’s also his curse. He tries to pick out every detail that he can and think of every possible reason or motivation. Every single outcome he just needs to know so that he won't get caught by surprise again. He needs to be in control of the situation, he needs to be the master of the chessboard.

Oh and once this guy spirals, he really spirals. He starts thinking and looking at details, rewinding every single thing, every interaction, and trying to label a reason for every little thing. Yet... something emotional seems to break the surface of the water.

I personally think that he was raised to overthink. He was a noble after all, and he dealt with politics. He truly needed to check, double check, triple check, every single sentence and word in case it would have a double meaning. "He’d learned the game, and he played it well" (Ch. 17) . Getting worse after Lorens' death, being fooled by "Only a cut." (Ch. 25) and seeing the aftermath of it.

He can't not do it because if he doesn't, and he gets surprised it would break him (or at the very least, freak him out).

ALSO!! Rogier hating on "saccharine conversations" (Ch. 17) good lord. This guy cannot be real with anyone. Rogier refuses to show vulnerability because:

1. He was raised like that (the whole attachment theory thing) 2. He will absolutely break if he does

Do you guys remember when Fia tells Magdalene that "dear Rogier began to weep as he spoke" (Ch.14)? Fia saw through Rogier's walls through the cracks and he just absolutely breaks down. (Get yourself a man who, after "embracing" tells you all about this thing he's obsessed about and then cries because of it)

It's a mortifying ordeal, that someone's able to see through the walls you've meticulously put up. It hits something deep within that he’s tried to bury.

Despite the walls he puts up people other than Fia see through them. Magdalene (Ch.7) was able to see through the small cracks that have broken, and Roderika... hoo she really hit a nerve didn’t she? (But it also hit one of her nerves too, Rogier vs Roderika am I right?)

Chapter 17 analysis

Also, while we’re on the topic of Roderika, let's talk about chapter 17! Seems I have a lot to talk about.

I absolutely love this chapter so much, it gives us so much insight into Rogier's backstory and the way he thinks. His noble background really shines through here, with how he acts with Roderika who is a fellow ex-noble too.

"His grin is wide and carefree, but it rather feels like he's baring his teeth.  There’s no room for your pity here." -Chapter 17

This guy cannot accept any sign of sympathy/compassion with anyone. It's all pity to him, and he absolutely hates pity. Once Roderika starts to console him too it sickens him and it makes him bare his teeth like an animal, his baser instinct showing just a little bit.

He’s probably bore his teeth to other nobles in the court, or whatever meetings they have with one another. Small threats that get the message across by a vicious smile, is something he is all too familiar with.

I also think that it's a little bit funny how he gives advice to Roderika but then is also a little bit of a hypocrite about it

“It’s hard, to leave it behind. But the old world will keep its claws in you, if you let it.” -Chapter 17

Rogier while it's not his past life that he's stuck but rather, he is stuck on Lorens. Even though Rogier is no longer Lorens' student, even though Lorens is dead, he still has his claws on Rogier. It's his entire motivation, why he's in a "pathetic" state now. He isn't letting those claws go, he lets them dig deeper within him, and they dig in deep.

“You already have it within you," he says. "They were only trying to bury it.” -Chapter 17

Rogier immediately buries his own emotions in this interaction when Roderika tries to console him lol. Just based off of him being an ex-noble and his whole family thing, it's well established that he is very much used to burying it all down his gullet. I mean, is it really Rogier without emotional suppression?

Also Rogier tends to close off all the matters that relate to what he feels in his dialogue both in game and in SWRD. This guy cannot let out just a slight moment of vulnerability

A Color Theory Thing on my read on Rogier's garb:

Rogier, with his background being grounded in nobility has suppressed his baser desires in exchange for meaningless political schemes that have only brought him misery. Yet after coming to these lands, he finds himself with Lorens.

He wears a Raya Lucarian Robe and it has red on it. It's a sign of baser instincts being shown for once. He has grown an infatuation with Lorens despite being his student.

Yet, Rogier is still mostly blue, and he still suppresses that baser desire that he’s developed, that infatuation for Lorens. He never once builds up the courage to be able to tell Lorens what he feels. He would always bury those feelings down, and as a result he can't let go of it. It's far too deep to be buried back up.

But once Lorens has died, Rogier changes too.

He exchanges those garbs for yellow and turquoise (I think?). He's a mix of colors and beliefs.

He still has the blue in the turquoise, which symbolizes calm, intelligence, and emotional control (you can’t spell Rogier without emotional control) But turquoise isn't just blue, it also has green.

Green represents growth, life, and new beginnings. This is a new beginning for Rogier, who's set out for a new goal, to be able to save those who live in death (and perhaps give them life? Not so sure on that but in SWRD that seems to be the case with Lorens).

It's balanced by yellow. Creativity and originality, he's almost the only person we meet who wants to save TWLID. Not only that but yellow also symbolizes illness, which could be a foreshadowing of what happens to him later in his life.

It's not just sickness though, yellow also symbolizes deception. Rogier lies, but I necessarily think he's someone who is always deceptive. He's more like the type of guy who would lie so that an encounter would go well or not hurt someone else's feelings. I think he's like that from that whole ex-nobility thing he's got going on. Political schemes and lying through a smile is something that he's familiar with. (It also doesn't help that he keeps being emotionally suppressed too lol)

Cowardice is another. Rogier is scared to tell anyone about his emotions, to take that risk of being honest with someone. His background in nobility and his family definitely doesn't help either.

Rogier had been too scared to be true to Lorens and tell him his feelings, and because of that, he would never be able to. I feel like he's avoided it even more afterward. He refuses to take that jump of being honest with someone, whether it's about his emotions or his ideals, he doesn't let them go.

But when he does? With D, it completely breaks off everything they've had. Everything that they could have been.

"Beguiled fool. A rotten, sick bastard. Fouled by them. A wicked, two-faced user. Heartless. Loathsome parasite. How could he? Were they not supposed to set this crooked world straight? Profane. A perversion of honor. A madman." -Chapter 5

“Get out of my sight.” “I’m sorry.” He’d said, and he was. But Darian’s lips curled back, and he jerked his head away and locked his eyes on the horizon. His jaw twitched, in the moment he took to reply.  “Don’t talk to me.” There was nothing he could do to fix this. To undo his mistakes, to spare Darian his intentions." -Chapter 5

It's all gone because he had been honest about his goals (presumably). This experience probably strengthened that emotional suppression so as to not be hurt/caught by surprise.

So when Magdalene, someone who wholeheartedly accepts his ideals and sees his side for once, he's cautious. He can't believe that someone can genuinely agree with him because all the times that he has been honest, he's been punished for it. (though, he reminds himself that she's not like that)

In short, this guy's a mixed bag. A mixed bag with problems

(basing this off of the Elden Ring color theory video, it was an absolute joy to watch)

[EDIT]: Another thing I've noticed is that Rogier kind of views himself lowly (self-esteem issues ayyyy).

"He still doesn’t understand why. What did he do, specifically? Or was he just past his usefulness? Deemed unfit to rule? He never truly wanted to rule as Lord, but to be cast aside so indifferently—it had shaken him.  Every now and then he fumbles with this, again and again, but he knows. He does. He knows that grace has forsaken him for good reason. He’s a heretic. An apostate. He who does not obediently bow before a faltering, decrepit Order, so ill-equipped to handle the world as it is. " -Chapter 5

"All these years. Couldn’t change a thing. Rather pathetic, I’d say—what a fool, thinking that this crooked world could be made right by mortal hands. Sure, deathblight. Truly, a fitting end for a worthless, rotten bastard." -Chapter 12

Now, speaking from some personal experience, being raised in a family that's of nobility and expects so much out of you from a young age definitely breeds some kind of self-worth issues that really stick with you. Especially if you haven't had anyone to truly support you.

Because of that, I believe that Rogier, in a way, is trying to prove his worth. But not to the Order, I think that he's in some way trying to please Lorens. Even in death.

He puts everything into his studies of Death, searching and scouring for scraps of information just to give him a single lead on anything, and for what?

"Its fulfillment will be a selfish act of altruism. These crooked lands will set right, by his hands, for a reward of nothing at all. But make no mistake: he needs another day. And another after that, and another after that. He needs his questions answered with questions, he needs his notes corrected in an unreadable hand, he needs to hear one more “Well—” followed by the most opaque, convoluted tangle of sentences ever constructed. There’s no reward he seeks, but the warm smile of cold gray eyes and a scoff about just what he’s wearing nowadays. " -Chapter 19

Rogier devotes himself to saving TWLID (saving Lorens, in reality), but it's not because it's all for selfless reasons, he seems to want things to go back to the way things used to be. Back at the Rise, with just him and Lorens once more.

I don't think Rogier ever accepted Lorens' death. He's determined to bring back Lorens, desperately trying to find a solution to bring him back no matter what.

Rogier is a man who refuses to grieve and is desperate for a solution for a dead man who's probably not even good for him. Get this man some therapy

This entire post's summary is just me going:

Anyway, that's all for my crazy rambles! I can't wait to see how SWRD will progress, and how everyone will intermingle and grow with one another (Rogier and Mags)!!!! :0)

Have some doodles + a WIP that I'll probably never finish as a treat for reading this! (Mag's torso was wayyy too long on the second one oops)

(bonus boggart because I love him)

#not gonna talk about d yet #I don't want to assume too much about him just yet #but d is really interesting and i absolutely love this take on him and his grief :0) (not that I've read any other d fics.) #Rogier is so damn complicated #like. he's got so many problems like. dude get a grip and get a therapist #mags reel him back in and send him to the therapy office while ur at it #sorry if u guys cant understand my insanity... it cannot be contained #or else ill explode into pink glitter and my blood splattered all across the room #hhhh maybe ill edit this later i have to do some stuff :( #oh also unlocal if u do see this no pressure at all!! I just needed a place to be able to go crazy over ur fic lol #theres like. probably a lot I've missed but I'll make another one if I get insane again #some of this is probably incorrect and is just me reaching for an answer that doesnt exist btw #swrd #rogier #magdalene #envelope rambles #i wrote this in like. two sittings #what is happenign to me #I STILL RAMBLE IN TAGS YOU CANNOT STOP ME #the mortifying ordeal of posting #AAAA #uou guys i keep noticing things and. i just keep on fuckign ADDING MORE THINGS IN #[EDIT]: Added in rogier's self esteem into this too :3

[muzyoshi]

Miles Edgeworth's Secret

This post is purely for documentation purposes, and also to inform anyone who may not be aware. This post will contain SPOILERS for the end of Phoenix Wright: Trials & Tribulations, so proceed with caution.

During Case 5, Bridge to the Turnabout, while playing as Edgeworth, you are presented the opportunity to peer into Iris' heart. Specifically in regards to a secret she is withholding from Phoenix, someone she was romantically involved with. During which, if the player fails to present the correct evidence specifically for the second Psyche-Lock, an interesting conversation concerning the nature of secrets occurs.

I have seen talk of this dialogue, but no footage or screenshots, so I took the liberty of getting them myself. The full conversation and my further thoughts will be found under the cut.

You MUST present incorrect evidence during the second Psyche-Lock. This dialogue is laughably easy to miss, which is why I could find zero footage of it. (Sorry if the formatting for this sucks)

(Interesting to note: the music stops playing here.)

Incidentally, Iris' secret is that she developed romantic feelings for Phoenix while dating him in college (disguised as her twin sister). Edgeworth affirms her thoughts, confirming that he does indeed have a secret of similar nature deep within his heart and soul; "It takes one to know one." It cannot be said what exactly this secret of his is, but every real plot point behind Edgeworth has been more or less resolved by this point in the series. He found his path as a prosecutor, the truth behind his involvement in the DL-6 incident was concluded, so... What's left? Reading between the lines, this only really seems to lead us to one answer. It has something to do with romantic feelings. I truly can't see it being anything else, even with a critical mind.

Just mere moments ago, Iris had inquired as to what Edgeworth and Phoenix' relationship was. Edgeworth (famously) responds that Wright is a "dear and indispensable friend". Wonder if Iris gleamed something deeper from that comment, then? ;P Keep in mind: she makes these comments directly because Edgeworth avoided presenting Phoenix Wright's profile.

"he just like me fr" - iris probably

Now, just for completion's sake, let's see what happens when you present Phoenix's profile and break the Psyche-Lock.

I have a lot of thoughts regarding this string of text from the two of them. This is a huge reach from an admittedly shipper-crazed brain, but aren't Edgeworth's retorts here... interesting? He does not know this girl, but he knows that the two of them are important to one another. We can assume it's likely that he is pushing for this for Wright's sake, rather than Iris'. At this point it's fair to say that Edgeworth has some basic understanding of her secret (the feelings, at least), and he doesn't benefit from her telling Phoenix her secret. So why is he adamant that she does it? Especially when he's, apparently, holding a secret of similar nature himself? Projecting, perhaps?

"But it's pointless..." "Why would you say that?"

Why indeed.

(EDIT) I was thinking about this feverishly, and I had another thought. What if the "darkness in his heart" and his "secret" has something to do with jealousy? Still in context of romantic feelings... it starts to make sense that this could fit into the puzzle as well. By this point it was already established to Edgeworth that Phoenix and Iris share an intimate connection of some kind, and with all of this pressuring (including the words the two of them share before Edgeworth leaves the Detention Centre), it sort of adds up. "Uncovering the truth" in order to "get rid of the deep-seated darkness in [his] heart" - could this refer to closure? As in, if Iris comes forth to Phoenix Wright with her secret, and there is some level of reciprocation, would this make Edgeworth's own secret/feelings "pointless" to confess? I wonder.

One last note I'd like to make is that this is the first time we view Edgeworth through the 'protagonist lens', and that a great deal of care was put into having the player truly feel like they are Miles Edgeworth in this moment. His mannerisms, choice of words and thought patterns are decidedly very different than Phoenix's when you are in control of them, as I'm sure most people would agree. Therefore, I feel comfortable proposing that a lot of what he says here isn't filler, and in fact is very deliberately worded.

I think this post also deserves a spot here.

Diehard Narumitsu/Wrightworth shippers are likely already aware of this conversation's existence. However, due to the circumstances necessary to see it, I wasn't able to find any screenshots. I hope this was interesting to read, at least... Thanks for reading!

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #aa3 #aa trials and tribulations #bridge to the turnabout #narumitsu #wrightworth #I wanted to write more but I would have gone on a tangent #there's just Too Much Evidence #I'm interested to hear other peoples' thoughts on this #I try not to let the shipper lens obscure the truth too much #but how can you even argue this one...

[diejager]

just hear me out for one second.... what if hunter was a titan?... yk like aot (attack on titan)

reader looks totally normal, nothing indicating that they were something other than human. Even laswell wasnt 100% sure on what reader was. A stirring mystery within 141 that they all collectively decide to ignore.

then one day, they were out on a mission that was going horribly, horribly wrong.. incorrect information, sabotage, dangerous illegal weapons, low ammunition, scarce supplies, severe injuries, etc.. you name it.

141 was backed into a corner. definitely not the first time something like this has happened in their career...but they always manage to find a way out. Always making it back home, injured sure- but safe..alive.

this time it wasn't the case. there was no way out, none. death was knocking on the door and soon they had to answer.....

and unfortunately reader was the first to greet death.. a clean shot to the head by a sniper

one minute reader was laying in a pool of their own blood and the next they turn into this gigantic humanoid beast.

in a fit of rage, reader starts to completely destroy the battlefield. not a damn soul alive besides 141.

bodies scattered from the sea to the forest and heavens above ..nothing but pure gore and blood.

reader standing over the battlefield bloodied from head to toe, watching the devastation below.

(This is really long im sorry)

Cw: implied death, blood and gore, Canon-typical violence, titan!reader, gun violence?, tell me if I missed any.

The last thing Horangi remembered hearing through the angered hisses and growls, Price screaming at Laswell and her informants through the coms to find a way out their thick predicament was the shuddering shot that boomed through the air. The hair of his arms raised when he watched you turn towards the sound, your wide eyes and choked breath. You flinched back and lurched forward, hands grasping at your bleeding throat, choking and gurgling on the blood that rose from your wound. He rushed to pull you into cover, biting his lip at your pained expression, you were choking on your blood, dying by the thing that substained you, that cycled life and oxygen through your body. 

Your words were sputtered, splattered crimson on Horangi’s mask as he fussed over you, your pinched brows and scrunched nose, the angered gleam in your dulling eyes and your bloody and sneering lips. You pushed him away, stumbling forward with one step at a time, risking being shot a second and third time, but you kept marching away from them, ignoring their attempt to stop you and reach for you. 

“B- bast- ard-!” He heard you screech.

He didn’t know if some God or Gods favoured you or if you were extremely lucky for still being alive, a second bullet landing by your feet and a third scratching your arm. You raised a bloody hand, palm facing you, the crease and groves of every fold a dark red, then you bit down on it. Hard. He admired the strength behind your bite, the crunch of your skin breaking under your teeth and red exploding, he could only imagine how painful it was, but you were already in so much agony, your body’s probably numb. 

And suddenly, lighting sparked around you, bright yellow and loud, scarily close to you before one thick and dangerous one struck where you stood. Within seconds, he gaped at the mass of muscles, red fibres interlocking and sticking to ligaments and fat that kept it together, tying themselves to bone and tendons, wrapping away the red and white with a wide array of red and blue, building a system of veins that were finally covered by skin. In your place was a giant —a titan, one that he’d heard through the grapevines of black markets and hushed whispered and rumours from the underworld when he gambled his life away. 

The titan - you - let out a loud scream, head thrown back and arms reeling back, fingers clenched in anger, deep sated vitriol that carried you around them. He could only stare on in amazement as you trampled over the surrounding enemies, bending down to grip a man, your thick fingers clenching around him and squeezing the life out of him, leaving his entrails spilling out of his broken abdomen. You moved around stepping and squeezing them to death, a trail of carnage behind you, bodies strewed about, spines broken and heads rolling. 

He let you go on without a word, his breath stolen away by you when you slumped over, your nape breaking open with a loud hiss, steam billowing up the air from how hot your body ran, you arched out, body curled backward with a loud sigh. Horangi stared at you, unmoving and unbreathing, and only moved when Price rushed to you, climbing your titan body to pull the rest of you out, your arms and lower body still attached to it by thick, red muscle. Your feet stuttered, eyes blinking tiredly while you leaned on Price, groaning and rubbing the tension out of your temples. 

He realised the blood that was supposed to stain your skin and clothes were gone, evaporated in the heat of it. Your wound healed and energy spent, you were tired and grumbling about wanting to sleep, face pinched in irritation or annoyance, something he could feel. And without any complaints from them, Price had called for evac and waited at the LZ, everyone huddled around you, sharing the same amount of awe and surprise in their expression. You were a wonder to him, a beast of legends that Horangi had only heard of, but he had many, many questions and curiosities that he wanted fulfilled.

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[rawritzrobin]

The Waynes: Chapter 8

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Dick comes over for a quick chat. Jason asks a special question.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! Super thankful to have you all here supporting one another. The holidays can be a lonely time for some people so remember be nice to those around you and check in on those that need it. Exactly one year ago today I posted the first chapter of The Waynes. Thanks for sticking with me!

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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Move in with me?

Jason never slept well. Not even when he was exhausted. Especially not in his own bed.

So he was surprised when he opened his eyes, and there was some light peeking out from behind the blinds. 

He tried to sit up and reach for his phone, when something moved next to him. He quickly turned over to see you asleep next to him. He smiled as he watched you sleep for a moment. It had been a while since Jason felt this kind of peace in his life. 

But as usual, his peace never lasted as his phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. He quickly picked it up and gently got out of bed, being very careful not to wake you.

He looked back to see you were still fast asleep. He tiptoed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him. As soon as he was far enough away from the room, he answered the phone. Without saying a word, Dick’s voice came through.

“Hey Jason. How is she?” He asked.

“She's fine. Still sleeping. Probably from the overuse of adrenaline last night.” Jason said, making his way into the kitchen.

“I know you’ll be mad. But open the door. I’m here.”

Jason groaned. Dick loved to show up unannounced. He used to show up at Jason’s door every night at the manor. The man loved annoying the crap out of him. Normally, Jason would just tell Dick to go home. But he was curious why Dick felt the need to come over today. With everything that was going on, especially with Carl, he wanted to make sure everything was okay.

Jason quickly, but quietly, made his way to the front door after giving the doorman permission to let Dick up the elevator. He waited by the door and in a few minutes, it opened, and a very well dressed Dick Grayson stood at the door. Even at 8AM, Dick was dressed to the nines. Today it was a full royal blue three piece suit. The blue really made his eyes pop brighter than usual. Dick opened his mouth to speak, but Jason shushed him immediately. Dick only had one volume: Loud.

“She's still asleep.” Jason said as quietly as he could, ushering Dick to come inside. They could talk in the kitchen where the sound didn’t travel upstairs.

They quietly made their way into Jason’s giant black kitchen. Without saying a word, Jason started to make an espresso. As soon as Dick sat down on one of the kitchen stools, he started to speak. “You really care about her, don't you?”

Jason didn’t answer at first. Instead, he turned his attention to the bar, rather than the espresso machine. He needed something stronger than just a coffee today.

“Why does it feel like everyone suddenly cares about my life now. No one cared when I dated before. Why now?” He asked, annoyed. He popped the top off of his favorite whiskey and poured a large shot. As the coffee finished dripping, he took the mug and handed it to Dick. He quickly took a sip of his own drink to brace himself for the real reason Dick was here.

Dick looked at him sadly. “We’ve always cared, Jason. It’s just… you never actually cared about any of the previous girls.” 

Jason scoffed. Dick was right, he just didn’t want to agree. His love life was non-existent. He only ever had one night stands. He couldn’t even tell you the first name of the last few girls he’s slept with. Not that he cared about any of those girls at all. Most of them didn’t even care about him either. They were there for his pleasure, that was it. This was his first real relationship of actual substance. He smiled as he remembered you were upstairs in his bed of all places. None of the other girls had even seen the inside of Charles’ car let alone stepped foot into the parking lot of his building. But his smile quickly faded as he remembered who was currently standing in his kitchen.

“We both know you’re not here to talk about my love life Dicky. Why are you really here? What does Bruce want?”

Dick sighed. His intentions were good at first. He really just wanted to make sure Y/N and Jason were okay. But halfway into his card ride here, Bruce called. 

“The gala.”

Jason rolled his eyes immediately. Any mention of a gala always annoyed him. The Wayne family lived and breathed galas. How so many of those outrageously expensive galas were planned was beyond him. He had hated them when he was a kid, and he hated them now. He was always bad at fake socialization.

“Which one is it now? He remembers what happened last time right? Does he really want another Jason Todd headline to deal with?” Jason said, quickly downing the rest of his drink and pouring himself another one.

“This ones different. Alfred is throwing it. He wants you there.” Dick handed Jason an envelope. It had the words: “Jason Todd”, written in perfect cursive on it. Jason took it, and put it on the counter.

Jason sighed. Alfred was always Jason’s weakness. He saw the man like a father more than he ever saw Bruce. He would do anything for that man.

“Is it really for Alfred?” Jason asked, looking Dick right in the eyes. He knew Dick’s trick’s. He basically had to make up a lie every time he wanted Jason to do something. But Dick was also a bad liar, especially to his family.

Dick looked him right in the eyes, and nodded. “Yes. I’m not lying this time. Swear on Barbara.”

Jason rubbed his temple in annoyance. He was telling the truth. Alfred never got involved with the Wayne Family crimes. So if it really was a gala he was throwing, it would be for a good cause.

“Fine. I’ll show up. When is it?”

“Next Friday. He asked you to bring Y/N.”

Jason’s head snapped up. “Why?”

“He really likes her J. He thinks she’s good for you.” Dick paused. “We all do.”

Jason watched him closely. There was more to this.

“Bruce thinks it's a good idea to make your relationship public. The Falcones already know about her. If you two are public it would make more sense to up security around her. After All, she is dating a Wayne.” Dick said, taking a long sip of his coffee. His eyes stayed on Jason.

Jason stared at Dick for a while. He was meaning to up security around Y/N. Especially after what happened yesterday. He never thought about how weird it would be for her to suddenly be traveling around with bodyguards all day. Dick’s next question broke him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry Jason, but I gotta ask. Have you told her yet?” 

Jason scoffed. “No. Of course not. How do you think she would react?”

Dick shrugged. “Barbara took it pretty well.”

Jason scoffed. “You’re the face of the group. The one who talks to tabloids and flirts with reporters. Of course she took it well.”

Jason poured himself another shot. He looked down at his drink and sighed.

“I’m the one who does the dirty business. I wouldn’t even know how to tell her. Hey Y/N, whenever my family needs information, I torture it out of people. Or better yet, sometimes I end up killing them. My kill count? I don't even know at this point. How do you think she would react to that?” He said sadly. 

Dick got up from his seat, and put an arm on Jason’s shoulder. “You’re not just a killer J. All the info you get from those dirtbags help us. You know that. It’s not that you enjoy doing it, you’re just very good at it. Remember that one time I tried and the guy just laughed at me?”

Jason continued to look down. “I’m a bad guy Dick. That’s what she will see when I tell her. A monster.”

Dick wasn’t sure what to say. He knew the business was rough. It wasn’t always clean and they all knew it. To the outside world, they were all criminals.

The sound of a pair of feet walking into the kitchen startled the two boys. 

“Hi Dick!” You said cheerily. “I didn’t know you were here.” Your instincts were correct. Something inside you said that you should put some clothes on before getting out of bed. And you were glad you did. You were wearing one of Jason’s extra large t-shirts and a pair of pajama tights. The shirt was like a dress on you.

Jason’s mood changed immediately. Dick could practically feel it. He smiled when Jason got up from his seat and hugged Y/N. He looked away when you went up for a kiss.

“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll be out of your hair soon lovebirds.”

You laughed and pulled away. “No! Stay as long as you want. We don’t have anything planned today.” You said with a smile.

Dick shook his head and started to make his way towards the elevator. “Nah, Barbara and I have breakfast plans. I’ll be late if I stay any longer. You don’t want to see her mad.” He said as he made his way to the elevator. You both followed him out. The elevator opened and Dick stepped in. He turned around and waved. “Nice to see you again Y/N. Lets do brunch next time!” He said as the doors closed, Dick disappearing behind them.

You turned to Jason. “Is everything okay?” You asked, inquiring about Dick’s presence.

Jason nodded as he took your hand in his. “Yeah, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He smiled down at you and led you back to the kitchen. You sat down at one of the stools and watched Jason start to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

Just as he finished plating up the scramble eggs, the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it. It’s just Charles.” Jason said as he made his way towards the door.

You grabbed your fork and took a bite of the eggs in front of you. You moaned in pleasure. Jason was a fantastic cook. It didn’t make sense as he had access to some of the best restaurants in the world and enough money to go to those restaurants every day. But you weren’t going to complain.

Jason got back quickly, with a small box in his hand. You watched him as he took a seat in front of you and pushed the box towards you on the table.

“For you.” He said with a small smile.

You took the box and opened it, curious at what it could be. Inside the box was a small black card. It was attached to a keychain. You looked up at Jason, confused.

“It’s a key. To this place.” He said. “ He reached out and took your hand in his. “Y/N. I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. There was just never a good time. But after everything that happened last night, and everything that could possibly happen in the future when more people find out about us, there is no better time.”

You looked at him. Still not sure where he was going just yet.

The security is top notch here. No one can come up unless they have a key or they can be let in by security, which is staffed 24/7. We can also go buy you some stuff to redecorate. I know it screams single bachelor in here. I didn’t even do any of the decorating, it was all Alfred. But I have to admit, he knows exactly what I like. Oh and Alfred comes by every once in a while with supplies so you dont have to worry about that anymore. You can let him know the type of stuff you like and he can bring you some.

Jason went on and on about the amenities of his penthouse. You stopped him before he kept going. “Jay.” You said as you squeezed his hand. “You’re babbling.” You said with a laugh.

Jason stopped speaking, and took a deep breath. “Doll, will you move in with me?” Jason said nervously, looking down as he was afraid of your answer.

You knew the answer right away. You couldn’t believe this was happening. A big smile began to form on your face as Jason finally had the courage to look up at you.

“Are you kidding? I get to live here? I mean I would love to bring some life in here. Maybe some pictures of us or some less abstract paintings.” You said as you started to walk into the living room. “We could get a tree and put it here for christmas! I never got one because I was never able to lug it up the stairs by myself.” You said excitedly, running through the living room. Jason followed you as you began to spin in circles, trying to admire every square foot of the house. You finally stopped spinning and looked at Jason, who was laughing at your reaction.

“So I take it that's a yes?” He said.

You stopped and realized you had never given him an answer. With a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck, and tipped toed up for a kiss. Jason wrapped his arms around you. After a few seconds, you pulled away, and looked up at his large teal eyes.

“Yes Jason Todd. I will move in with you.”

Jason beamed, his face painted with the largest smile he could muster.

Your face dropped for a second, as you suddenly remembered how far you were from work. “But how will I get to the bakery?” You asked. You didn’t have a car. Never needed one. But now, public transportation from this far into the city would be a nightmare.

“Charles will drive you.”

You looked at him quizzically. “But doesnt he have another job to be at? You know, for Bruce?”

Jason shook his head. “Not anymore. As of today he is your fill time driver and bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard?” You asked. Confused.

Jason’s grip around your waist tightens a bit. “After yesterday, Bruce suggested that we have Charles take on a new role as your bodyguard. He will be there when I am not. Just as a precaution. Just in case.”

You thought about it for a minute, you never in a thousand years would have thought that you, Y/N, an average girl, needed a bodyguard. The idea was far beyond your understanding, but it didn’t seem so bad. Plus, you really like Charles.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. “But it's going to be a bit difficult to explain to Pam and Jim why I have a large man following me at all times.” You said with a laugh.

“Oh, and one more thing.” He said, turning around to run into the kitchen to grab the invite. He handed you the envelope and watched as you opened it.

Your eyes lit up. You had heard about the Wayne gala’s. Everyone in Gotham has. They were always the most exclusive events of the year. Only the best of the best were invited. 

“Alfred invited us. He’s doing a charity for the children’s hospital for Christmas this year. But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to! But, I don’t have anything fancy enough to wear to this.” You said sadly.

Jason smirked, and wrapped his arms around you. “Well then let's get you a new dress today. I faintly remember you telling Dick we didn’t have any plans today. We do now. Oh, and…” He said taking out his wallet and grabbing a sleek black card. “It’s all on Bruce.” He said with a smirk.

When you woke up that morning, the only plan you had was to finish up reading the book you had started last week. But now, not only were you moving in with Jason, into a penthouse no less, but you were about to go shopping for a brand new dress paid for by none other than Bruce Wayne. All for a gala hosted by the Wayne family.

You turned to look at Jason. “If this is a dream. Don’t wake me.” You said with a laugh.

“That makes two of us.” Jason said smirk as he leaned forward to capture your lips into his.

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[fairy-writes]

New to requesting so please tell me if this is the incorrect way to do it Im obssessed with your writing can I request

Uta x human reader angst/comfort

SCARS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Reader

Word Count: 

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Human!Reader, CCG Investigator!Reader, Angst, Comfort

Notes: I used THIS prompt by @whumpster-dumpster as… well… a prompt!

This is also the same reader used in both THIS and THIS oneshot!

TW for blood and injuries

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Uta should’ve known you had scars. 

It was practically part of your job description as a CCG Investigator. 

He just didn’t expect them to be so… severe. 

It was an accident, really, seeing them. Uta had popped by your apartment after a long week, intending to take you out on your weekly date night. He had let himself in with his key and spied your briefcase containing your quinque and white trenchcoat tossed on the couch. 

So you were home. 

He had changed into indoor slippers and meandered his way down the hall. Knocking on your bedroom door and hearing no answer, he opened it and peeked his head inside. 

Only to come face to face with your bloody back. 

How had he not smelled it before? He was a ghoul, after all, maybe he just wasn’t paying attention to his nose.

Admittedly, at first, he panicked. But he managed to school his face into a perfect calm when you whirled around to face him. 

“What are you doing here?!” You demanded, and he shrugged, the scent of drying blood tickling his nose.

“I did knock.” Was all he said as he took your demand as an invitation to enter your bedroom. 

The sheets of your bed are rumpled and bloodstained. Maybe you had been sleeping and woken up because of the blood? 

Your white button-down is in a crumpled heap on the floor, and you’re holding a roll of bandages in red-stained fingertips. Uta’s words make you scoff, and you turn around to try and keep wrapping your injuries. 

“I asked why you were here.” You say sharply, and he hums as he sits behind you on the bed.

“It’s date night.” He says simply, and you let out a pained laugh,

“I don’t think I’m in the best position to go out on the town tonight.” You say, and he gently pries the bandages from your hands and wraps your torso for you. 

He’s done this before, but never to this extent. A scratch here, some stitches there, he forgets sometimes that you humans are so fragile. 

Uta is gentle as he passes the roll from hand to hand and wraps your injuries. 

Your wounds are deep, though not deep enough to need stitches. They’re angry, red, and inflamed as if an infection is beginning to set in. If he had to guess, you are probably hurt because of a fellow ghoul. He shakes his head. He can ask for details later. 

When he’s done, he secures the wrappings and pats your shoulder twice. But his eyes keep tracing the raised ridges of skin that decorate your back like Christmas lights. 

At least, until you turn around and catch just what he’s looking at. 

And your face turns angry.  You push Uta away with harsh words.

“What? What’s your problem, huh?” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow. 

You keep going, 

“Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? You think you’re too good for me now that I’m ‘damaged goods’?”

“Of course not.” He says gently, trying to calm you down, but you just keep going. Tears well up and streak your cheeks. But you push him away when he tries to reach for you.

“Then look at me like I’m still a person! Look at me like you used to! Like you love me!” 

He finally pins your arms down and pulls you into a hug. Gently, of course, so as not to aggravate your back. He presses a kiss to your temple.

“I still love you. Fiercely and unconditionally. A few scars aren’t going to change that.” He says and feels you thump his chest with a weak fist. It doesn’t hurt. Not physically, at least. But his heart breaks at your shaking form in his arms. 

“Then why look at me like I’ve changed?” You whisper, and he rocks you back and forth.

“Because you have changed. We all change when you think about it.” He says and feels your tears wet his sweater.

“Don’t get deep with me. Not when I’m injured.” He huffs out a chuckle and pulls back, checking you over once again. 

You’re okay. 

And that’s all he can ask for.

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Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Lena thinks Y/n is transferring to Lyon…

English is not my native language. Sorry for incorrect grammar and spelling.

I´m finally sitting on my sofa, a bowl of pasta in one hand and the remote and a fork in the other. Ready to start my favourite movie and enjoy my dinner all by myself. I really need this right now. The last few weeks were quite stressful. We travelled a lot to important matches, done a lot of media stuff and besides that I had to finish an essay for my writing class. I press the play button, place the remote on the little living room table and lean back into the pillows. I can feel how my muscles relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. I take a bite of my pasta and grin a little at myself. The pasta was even better than expected. It was something I craved for weeks. Not only the pasta but some time for myself. Don´t get me wrong I love my girls, but they can be quite a lot sometimes. I wiggled a little from side to side to get into the most comfortable position on my sofa.

I hear my phone ring and frown a little. Who has the audacity to disturb my much-needed movie night. I reach my hand out to take my phone from the table, but my arm is just a few centimetres too short. Amazing now I must leave my perfectly comfortable position to pick up my phone. I´m finally able to take my phone and answer the call.

“Hey Poppi, are you alright mate?”

“I´m fine thank you, but this is not about me it’s about Obi.”

“What´s going on? Is she alright? Is she hurt?”

“She´s not hurt, well not physically. I´m calling you because I noticed that she was a little off today and I asked her about it, but she didn´t want to talk about it.”

“Oh, I hope she is doing alright.”

“I just wanted to ask you if you could check on her for me, I´m kind of busy right know.”

“Yeah, of course I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Y/n, you´re my saviour.”

“No problem. Calm down, everything is going to be alright.”

I´m about to text Lena when I´m disturbed again. What´s wrong with people these days, you can’t do anything you want without someone disturbing you. This time I´m disturbed by the doorbell. I groan out loudly and try to free myself from my blanket to make my way to the door. I´m struggling not to fall while climbing down from my sofa and the ring doesn’t stop.

“You are starting to annoy me, one day I will rip out that bloody doorbell I swear to god!”

I surprisingly can make my way into the corridor without tripping over a pillow. I make my way to the door, I´m ripping it open ready to yell at the person to fuck off. But when I open the door and am about to start complaining I see the person in front of me.

It´s Lena, to be specific its Lena Sophie Oberdorf soaking wet and probably freezing. My eyes meet hers. Her eyes are red and puffy.

She looks at me and I can see that she wants to tell me something but is struggling to actually say it. I furrow my eyebrows. To be honest I´m quite confused.

I shake my head to get rid of all the thoughts in my head and pull her inside by the sleeve of her hoodie. I close the door behind us and am about to ask her why she isn´t wearing a jacket when I hear her sobbing. What the hell is going on.

“Y/n... you...you...don´t-”

I pull her into a hug and hold her closely. She is clutching at my hoodie and buries her face in my chest. I rub my hand up and down her back trying to give her some comfort. She lifts her forehead from my collarbone and looks up at me. Tears stream down her cheeks and sobs make her body shake. Her look changes and she furrows her eyebrows at me. She lifts her hand and makes a fist with it. She looks angry at me and starts hitting my chest.

“Hey what´s going on, what did I do wrong?”

“Oh, you know exactly what you did wrong. Who is going to make my hair before games and training, who is going to sit next to me in the changing room and on the coach, who is going to give me their strawberries because they don´t like them, who is going to hit the gym with me at 3am,who is going to nutmeg me all the time, who is carrying me around after leg-day, who is going to wear number 7 and who will stand next to me in the line-up.”

She is hitting me really hard one last time. I don´t understand what is going on.

“That is going to be me, It always has been, and it always will be me , unless you don´t want me to.”

“Then why are you leaving, why are you going to France?!”

“I´m not leaving, why do you think I´m leaving?”

“You are transferring to Lyon.”

“What no, why would I want to do that?”

“I know you don´t get much playing time at the moment and all that but that doesn´t give you the right to buy a fucking plane ticket to Lyon and leave me behind!”

“Lena calm down!”

“Hey don´t you dare to tell me to calm down you are the one leaving me behind, I´m the one who is going to suffer while you are happy in France making new friends!”

“I´m not transferring to Lyon. I´m happy here in Wolfsburg with you and the whole team.”

“You are not leaving?”

“No, I´m not I promise I won´t.”

She lays her forehead back down on my collarbone and takes a deep breath. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her. Her legs are shaky, and I slowly place her on the floor. I sit down next to her, lean my back against the wall and pull her between my legs. I lay my head on her shoulder and mumble a little sorry.

“Why did you though that I´m leaving?”

“I saw your plain ticket to Lyon, I heard Tommy and you talking about your trip to France, you didn´t got that much playing time in the last games and you talked a lot to Maro and Sara about their club at the last national camp.”

“Oh I´m so sorry Obi. I should have told you this sooner. I´m going to Lyon for probably a week or two because I need to get surgery for my knee and there is this really good surgeon who told me that he can help me. That’s why I talked to Tommy and Maro and Sara. My knee got worse again and because of that I´m not allowed to play that long.”

She gives me a little smile in return.

“I promise I won´t leave you. Come on I will give you some new clothes yours are soaked.”

We both stand up and make our way into the living room I continue to make my way to my bedroom to get her something to change into. I`m re-entering the living room and see Lena looking around the room curiously. I hand her the clothes but she doesn´t leave the room to change in the bathroom. She turns around and looks at me.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course, why wouldn´t I?”

“Oh, come on. Your favourite blanket, pasta and a movie, to be specific how to train a dragon 2. I think I will change and leave you alone. It seems like you really need some Y/n-by-herself-time.”

“No, it´s fine. I`m good. You can stay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah of course. You can have some pasta because I accidentally cooked enough for the whole team again and if you want, we can watch the first movie.”

“What about your social battery?”

“I don´t need one for you. ”

"Wow okay and the second movie is totally fine I have already seen the first one.”

“Really, you said it was childish?”

“Yeah, but I know much you love the movies, so I watched them.”

“Oh, my days, you're so cute!”

“I`m not!”

“Of course not, I’m sorry.”

“It´s fine."

I hope you liked it. If you have any improvements or suggestions, please feel free to contact me.

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[iovebarca]

The Coin Toss - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: send me some requests!

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

summary: You rely on coin flips to make decisions, leading you to meet Pablo at the park, where you bond over your shared tradition. A coin toss decides on the beginning of a beautiful love story.

Decision-making had always been a daunting task for you. The weight of choosing between two paths, each filled with its own set of uncertainties, often left you paralyzed with indecision. It was during one particularly challenging period in your life that you stumbled upon an unconventional solution, the simple act of flipping a coin.

It started as a whim, a desperate attempt to break free from the cycle of overthinking and second-guessing. One day, faced with a difficult choice, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a coin. With a flick of your thumb, you sent it spinning into the air, leaving its fate to chance.

On this particular day you couldn't decide if you wanted to go to the park or stay in your apartment to study for an upcoming business exam. "Heads, I go to the park," you whispered, the words a silent prayer to the whims of fate.

As the coin arced gracefully through the air, time seemed to slow to a crawl. And then, with a soft clink, it landed in your palm, revealing its verdict. "Heads," you repeated, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Looks like the park it is."

You arrived at the park with a weight on your shoulders, a decision looming in the forefront of your mind. The vast expanse of greenery seemed to beckon you, promising solace and clarity amidst the chaos of life.

As you wandered through the winding paths, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above, you felt the tension begin to ease from your muscles. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filled the air, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that you desperately needed.

Finally, you found yourself drawn to a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a grand oak tree. It seemed to call to you, offering a sanctuary where you could gather your thoughts and find the answers you sought. Only there was a guy sitting on the bench.

Approaching him tentatively, you cleared your throat, your voice betraying the nervousness that churned within you. "Excuse me, do you mind if I join you?"

The stranger looked up, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he offered you a friendly smile. "Not at all," he replied, gesturing to the empty space beside him.

Introductions are made, and you learn his name is Pablo. You chat about inconsequential things at first— the weather, the beauty of the park— but soon the conversation takes an interesting turn.

"So, what brings you to the park today?" Pablo asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts before deciding to share a glimpse of your quirky tradition with the stranger beside you. "Actually, I was going to study for a business exam I have coming up," you began, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement, "but I ended up here instead. You see, I have this odd tradition where I flip a coin to make decisions."

The stranger's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "No way, you too?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "That's incredible! I can't believe we have the same tradition."

You couldn't help but laugh at the sheer coincidence of it all, feeling a sense of connection growing stronger between you with each passing moment. "It seems like fate brought us together," you remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

A playful glint danced in Pablo's eyes as he suggested, "Well, why don't we put our tradition to the test? Make a decision together?" "Sure, I'd love that," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips.

With a grin, Pablo retrieved a coin from his pocket, the sunlight catching its gleaming surface as he held it between his fingers. "Heads, we go for ice cream. Tails, we take a stroll by the lake," he proposed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You watched with bated breath as Pablo flicked the coin into the air, its metallic clang echoing through the quiet park. Time seemed to stand still as it twirled and spun before finally landing in his palm, revealing its verdict.

"Heads!" Pablo exclaimed, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're getting ice cream."

Your heart soared with excitement as you rose from the bench, a sense of adventure coursing through your veins. Together, you set off towards the nearby ice cream parlor, laughter and lighthearted banter filling the air.

The bell above the door chimed cheerfully as you stepped inside, greeted by the tantalizing aroma of freshly made waffle cones and the colorful display of frozen delights. Pablo's eyes sparkled with delight as he scanned the menu, his excitement infectious.

"I can never resist a classic vanilla cone," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

You chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at his endearing confession. "I'm a sucker for anything with chocolate." you confessed, feeling a twinge of excitement at the thought of indulging in your favorite flavor.

As you waited for your treats to be prepared, you and Pablo found a cozy corner to sit, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the tantalizing scent of freshly baked waffle cones.

With your ice cream in hand, you and Pablo savored each delicious bite, the sweetness of the frozen treat melting on your tongues. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Pablo's eyes light up with each lick of his cone, his expression one of pure bliss.

As you and Pablo enjoyed your ice cream, there was an undeniable spark between you, an electric energy that seemed to crackle in the air. With each laugh shared and every lingering glance exchanged, the connection between you deepened, igniting a flame that warmed your hearts.

As you continued to chat, the conversation took a more intimate turn, delving into deeper topics that revealed the layers of your personalities. Each revelation felt like a step closer to understanding each other on a profound level, and with every shared moment, the connection between you deepened, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions. It might be weird but you felt like you've known him your whole life.

As the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, a gentle breeze swept through the park, stirring the leaves of the trees and sending a cascade of golden light dancing across the grass. In that moment of serene tranquility, Pablo's gaze met yours, his eyes soft with an unspoken question.

Without a word, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the electric thrill of anticipation coursing through you, your senses heightened by the proximity of his presence.

With a tender smile, Pablo's hand brushed against yours, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Is it okay if I...?" he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours for permission.

Your heart raced in your chest as you nodded, a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.

And then, with a tenderness that took your breath away, Pablo closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a moment filled with all the sweetness and innocence of a first kiss, a gentle exploration of the newfound feelings that bloomed between you.

As you melted into each other's embrace, lost in the magic of the moment, you knew with absolute certainty that this was just the beginning of a love story that would unfold in the most beautiful of ways. And as you lingered in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of newfound affection, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter that had brought you together.

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[literaila]

some friend you are 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: 

“why did i agree to this?” 

“cause you love me.”

warnings: fluff, pining, yearning, all of that. i thought about adding more but. this is how it’s supposed to be. 

a/n: not a word from any of you (no this is not personal at all no what)

*

"why did i agree to this?" 

peter--who was staring up at the sky, searching for something almost unknown--looks back at you. he smiles, teasing. 

and it's pretty obvious. 

"cause you love me," he says, walking back towards you, hand reaching around your shoulder. he forces you into a half-hug. 

forces you into feeling his heart beating against his skin. into bristling when his fingertips accidentally graze yours. he pulls you in, and you can smell everything. 

and nothing. 

peter smells like fabric softener; the simplest thing. 

still, you think about running to the store and switching brands just to hang onto it. 

he pushes you closer to him, and you can feel him laughing against your shoulder. 

"and cause i'm very entertaining. what would you do without me?" 

"probably watch more movies." 

peter scoffs, releasing you. but you stay close, craving something almost unknown. "my point exactly." 

"--and then you'd stop calling me 'uncultured' when i don't understand some obscure reference you're trying to make--" 

"you didn't know about titanic. that's hardly obscure." 

"i know all about the titanic. ship in 1911, hit an iceberg, great american tradgedy." 

"leonardo dicaprio," peter says, dryly. 

you smile. "who's that?" 

it's cold enough that some wind blows in your face. cold enough that you can watch peter's rosy cheeks as he turns away, groaning. 

"this is what i'm talking about." 

"if you would stop stealing me from my room late at night maybe i'd finally--" 

"you said 'sure' when i asked if you wanted to come." 

"incorrect." 

"i can show you the messages." 

you both pause at a bench, though neither of you sits. "those mean nothing. i was coercered." 

peter laughs. "by what?" 

by brown eyes and your laughter, you'd like to say. by smiles that you can't get from anywhere else; by a voice that follows you, even when he's not around. 

by fabric softener hugs and messy hair. aching ribs and a fluttering heart. 

unattainable things that you have at your will whenever you want. 

still. 

"sleep deprivation. the promise of ice cream. which we still haven't gotten, by the way." 

peter looks around like he can solve this problem right now. "it's two in the morning." 

you stare at him. 

"i don't think there's any ice cream places open." 

"a crime, surely." 

"but we could stop by a store. there might be some there." 

you throw your head back, not dramatic at all. "i don't want carton ice cream, peter. i want a cone. a sundae." 

"we can make that." 

"it's two in the morning," you mock. 

peter stares at you, repetition at it's finest.

"you think may is going to be okay with you messing up her kitchen this late?" you raise a brow. "she doesn't even let you in there during working hours." 

"not true. sometimes i get water." 

"oh yeah, i forgot." 

peter smiles at you. 

his teeth touch his top lip, in a moment of the barest emotions. his dimples are evident enough. little mistakes in his foundation. 

puffy eyes and red skin and a smile that might be yours. 

you think; have you seen this anywhere else? 

have you ever felt this way before? 

it doesn't really matter, you're sure, but the answer still lingers. it still threatens to cross over your line and break the boundaries of keeping your calm. 

of sanity and friendship and peter. 

because peter is your friend. 

why are you here, again? 

"hey," he says, tapping you lightly, leaning in. "do you wanna go see that movie next week?"

sure, you think. of course. 

"which one?" 

"the one with the girl. and the guy. and like, there might be a dog." 

"you know," you drawl, looking up thoughtfully. looking away from him because you have to. "i think i've heard of that one. two characters, a dog. only, like, fifty times." 

"aliens, too." 

you blink at him. "why would i want to see that?" 

"cause it'll be good. there's aliens and a dog." 

"exactly." 

peter raises a brow. "is that a no, or..." 

he's close enough that you could taste his skin. 

he's close enough that it's not really your fault when your eyes drift down. when you linger at soft pink skin, at a swipe of a tongue, at reaching out and pulling him in and not even feeling guilty about it. 

you won't tell anyone, you swear. 

he's close enough that you could kiss him. 

you could; if he would let you. if he was just a little bit closer. 

you move back, yearning. "are you buying?" 

"my ticket." 

"and what about mine, peter?" 

"i can offer you a handful of popcorn,” he steps in front of you, raised brows.

he’s biting his lip. you’re sure that he’s sending you a message.

sure that you’re absolutely insane.

some part of you wants to burst out in laughter. it wants to burst this flame in your chest, in your heart. oxygen is unwanted; it ruins a fertile foundation.

"cheap," you say. "i deserve at least two." 

peter grabs your hand, inconsiderate, pulling you forward as he walks. "you drive a hard bargain. but okay. two handfuls." 

you smile back at him. 

you led him guide you; so afraid that if you don't, a mistake will be made. 

you don't know where to go. you don't know what comes after this. 

your heartbeat skips around the corner, it goes somewhere that you can't follow. you call out for it, but it can’t hear.

peter offers you a wider smile, somewhat kind and devious. like he knows what you're thinking. like he can really tell. 

and he shouldn't. you're careful enough. you’ve played this game for over a year.

"i'll pay for you," peter whispers, after a moment. "of course." 

"you don't have to. i'd go anyway." 

his eyes are bright. it's dark outside. 

you should feel terrible. afraid.

"you would?" 

"for the dog, obviously." 

"for the dog." 

you should be terrified.

but peter is right next to you. he is some sort of manic laughter. a manipulative addiction.

it’s almost impossible to feel anything but his eyes on you; but the smile that he recklessly offers you.

you tsk. "even though it's probably going to die." 

"no.” peter frowns. “i checked. i wouldn't subject you to that." 

"peter. the dog always dies." 

he scratches his neck. his hand is still in yours. "would google lie to me?" 

"yes." 

"would you lie to me?" he asks himself. "definitely." 

"some friend you are,” you scoff to him, trying to move away.

some friend you are. some lost, unknowing friend that he is. some sort of fake friend you're pretending how to be. 

you'd told him once that you didn't know how to be a good friend. that you weren't sure what that required. what kind of rules there were.  

and peter didn't mind. he simply smiled.

probably because you didn't mention why. 

it's obvious enough. 

"c'mon," peter drags you, feet tapping against pavement. it's cold outside, but you're warm. "i think it's time to go home." 

"really? but i was just beginning to enjoy myself." 

peter laughs at you. 

his teeth are flashing white and his skin is sort of poisonous.

you must be allergic to this, you think. to walking in the dark with him and swearing that it doesn’t mean a thing. that this, if anything, is only a relief from boredom.

friends walking together. reckless and ignorant.

you must be allergic to lying.

peter walks you home and leaves you at the door, telling you that he'll call you tomorrow. that he'll be there at school. unknowingly sinking himself into your heart. 

piece by piece, you're sure, there's some part of you that's gone. 

that is completely gone for him. 

and when he leaves, you linger at the door. you watch him walk away, laughing when he waved goodbye.

and when he’s gone, you laugh.

you laugh for the irony. for the cruel idea that this is how it feels like—how it’s always felt—to be around your best friend.

you laugh and laugh because you almost cant feel the pity. how are you supposed to feel anything with peter around?

how are you supposed to breathe or look at him?

but he’s gone now, so it doesn’t much matter.

you linger by the door anyway, thinking that he might come back.

you don’t answer that question.

it's obvious enough. 

*

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[cardboardheartss]

Kpop Twitter Fanwars Mini Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

Why are there so many fan-wars? : 3oC, 9oC, 10oC & AoC rx

I’m sure we all know the answer to this question lol! Many fans are heavily divided and do not like each other at all. People in their own fandoms generally like flaunting their ult groups success as if it’s theirs, and some fans can get quite emotionally detached and say thee most unkind words.

Are K-Pop Entertainment companies aware of fan - wars? : 7oS rx & KoS rx

The cards may be in reversal but these companies are aware but they don’t want to get caught up in the mess of stan twitter. They honestly think these fan-wars are honestly odd and crazy, they find it pretty arrogant and think fans are too impulsive for theeee most littlest issue.

Are K-Pop Idols aware of the fan - wars? : 4oP rx, AoS & The World

Yes, but they avoid their phones for the sake of their mental health. These idols have phones and have all sorts of access to social media… I would not be surprised some idols could genuinely be lurking around here on tumblr and possibly Reddit too..

How do male kpop idols feel about the fan - wars? : Strength rx, 8oS rx & 9oP

It’s makes them doubt their confidence and their groups potential. They definitely do see the comments of stans saying they doing too much, trying to be like so and so, and blah blah blah. Seeing their fans comments encourages them to actually work harder and push, but for some idols this could lead to them feeling trapped and feel some self hatred.

How do female kpop idols feel about the fan - wars? : The Emperor, KoC, 4oC & PoW

Some female idols get hyped up and feel like they have reached a really high level of success if kpop stans start attacking their groups. I think female idols actually sit together and read all the comments together and probably just laugh tbh. Female idols also think kpop stans on twitter are just bored and have nothing else to do with their lives.

All the comments really rile the ladies up and somehow build thier characters.

I’m aware there are some other female idols who go through a lot of mental issues because of these fanwars, but it seems as if the idols who are self confident and genuinely don’t care about these stuff, had their energies overpowering this response

Do K-Pop Companies control fan wars? - The Star, The Empress, AoP

Yes, they pay a lot of money for PR and also probably pay idols to interact with one another to somehow show the stans who fight, that everyone is “family.”

How does the whole K-Industry overall feel about fan - wars? : 7oC rx

They just think it’s a lot tbh… they have no choice but to let it be, because who has the courage to actually humble kpop stan twitter?!👀😭

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[asshlyyyy]

Just The Nurse

Series Warnings: Language, Drug abuse, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs. Colonel not liking the reader, probably some medical terms are incorrect, mentions of Elvis' potential death, health terms, health issues, yelling, fighting. Spelling and grammatical errors are likely. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed.

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Chapter 3: Unchained Melody

"I need the goddamn pills!" Elvis yelled, his face red as he looked at you through the mirror.

"No, you don't! Just calm down!" You argued with him. The two of you stood in his hotel bathroom. His hands on the counter, knuckles turned white from the tight grip.

"How the hell am I supposed to go on stage like this?!" He argued and looked back at you. He already had sweat dripping down his forehead. You let out a sigh and rubbed your face. Every time he went to perform a concert, he always got like this. Well, for the most part. He wanted to make sure he put on an amazing show, and you knew that his stress and anger were fueled by the colonel.

"Calm down will ya! Just stop! Listen to me!" You begged him.

"I am sick and tired of listenin' to ya! I should just go to Dr. Nic." He shook his head.

"Don't you fucking dare. I will jump on you." You warned him. You moved your body away from the door frame, just in case you would have to.

"Do it I'll fuckin' throw ya on the floor." He sucked in a breath. 

"You're just stressed! You're going to be amazing! You're fucking Elvis Presley!" You raised your voice.

"Damn right I am, you should be listin' to me, not the other way around!"

"I don't want to listen to anything that comes out of your mouth! Because all it is... it's whining! Every single bit!" You were now just angry at him at this point. He clenched his fist and looked at you. There was no way you were going to let him relapse. Not under your watch.  He reached his hand up as to hit you, but instead, he reached into his belt and pulled out the gun, and shot it at the mirror. You let out a light squeal and shielded yourself.

"Jesus Christ, Elvis! The hell are you tryin' to do! You're going to alert everyone!" You yelled at him.

"Just get me some pill-"

You didn't know what came over you, but you slapped him... and you slapped him hard... He looked at you and it's like everything inside him was lit on fire. He grabbed hold of your wrist, it wasn't a hard grip, but it was something.

"I-I'm sorry y-you- you just- I'm sorry." You struggled to say. Elvis let out a sigh and shook his head. He let go of your wrist after a bit and walked past you towards the couch. He plopped down and placed his head in his hands. You took a moment to yourself to process everything... You then walked over towards him. You took a seat next to him and brought your feet up to your chest.

"You're nervous... and... you're mad at yourself for that." You started to speak and looked over at him. "You want pills to forget about that worry. To calm your nerves. They don't do that," you shook your head. He lifted his head and looked at you.

"You think they're the answer to everything... so... you keep drowning them... every day... every hour... you want the pain to leave. To go out on stage and put on one hell of a show... Do- … Do you know how my brother got in a coma?" He shook his head no. That was a silly question to ask... of course, he wouldn't know.

"He was nervous. He got nervous a lot... asking someone out... going for a job interview... He got nervous about everything... I gave him something to help. It was one little pill... but that's all it takes. When I wasn't looking... he kept digging for more... and once that high ran out... he went for more... and more... and more... I blame myself every single day since I found him passed out.  He blames himself... I blame myself... but... Elvis... I- I don't know what I would do if I found you passed out... I- or even dead..." You found yourself starting to tear up.

"I mean... I'm here to save you and..." you shook your head. "I wouldn't know how to feel. Not to mention all the hate I would get... People would blame me... People would definitely send me death threats... and I-" You felt an arm wrap around you and soon you were engulfed in Elvis' chest. You let out a shaky breath and gripped his shirt lightly.

"I ain' gonna die, honey. Especially when you're watchin' out for me." He spoke gently.  He ran his hand against your back gently. A knock broke you guys out of your sentimental moment, and a voice piped up.

"Mr. Presley, you're on soon." 

"They always bother me at the worse times." He sighed and looked at you with his beautiful eyes. 

"Always seems like it," you let out a light chuckle and shook your head.

"I should get down there before they think I ran." Elvis kissed the side of your head. You nodded slightly and pulled away. 

"Yeah... yeah..." You stood up and fixed your shirt. "Come on then." You wiped away the few stray tears that ran down your face.

Elvis stood up and held his hand against the small of your back. The two of your made it out of his room and down to the showroom. It didn't take long until you guys were at the edge of the stage. Elvis looked at you before he had to go on stage. He knew it was still on your mind. It was his fault, it's all his fault. His anger issues... everything really.

"I'll have ya on my mind the whole time," Elvis said and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He pulled away and left you astonished as he walked onto the stage. Did that really just happen? I mean... obviously, something happened.

Maybe he was just being nice? He didn't like you in general, there was no way he would like you... like as a romantic partner... You were lost for words really. All you guys did was fight, and fight. Sure you had some moments where things were calm and maybe you thought something was there... but...

It's been half a year now since you stepped into Graceland. While Elvis has pretty much accepted that there was no way to get rid of you... there were still moments where you two argued and he would break shit. I think that's when you got the most scared. He did get violent but he would... never hurt you. You didn't know how long you were standing there until you heard Elvis change up directions.

"I Uh- heh- I want to dedicate this next song to someone very special to me. She's uh- She's a pain in the ass," he chuckled lightly, "her name is Y/n." You looked out towards the stage and watched as he moved over the piano. What was he doing... and why? He's going too far now. Is he proclaiming his love for you? What the hell was happening right now? He is dedicating a song to you. What... is... happening!?

"This song is not my song... Uh- it's by the righteous brothers. I hope y'all enjoy it."

You didn't know why, but you wanted to sink down. You wanted to disappear. You felt so many things. Embarrassment yes, but you felt flattered. How many songs did he dedicate to people in his life? Okay, don't answer that. You didn't want to know. You wanted to live in a world where you were the only one. 

"Oh, my love, my darling. I've hungered for your touch. A long, lonely time. And time goes by so slowly. And time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me"

Part of you wanted to cry. Part of you wanted to run away. You couldn't fall in love with your patient... he wasn't really a patient... technically... but you were his caregiver... For the most part. It was wrong to love someone whom you took care of... This was your job... Just a job... it's just a job.

"Lonely rivers flow. To the sea, to the sea. To the open arms of the sea. Lonely rivers cry... wait for me, wait for me. I'll be coming home, wait for me."

His blue eyes found yours from across the stage. It was like no one else was there but you... he was singing to you... for you... with you in his mind. It's like whatever happened earlier changed something in him, but... he's fallen for you way before that... you just didn't know.

"Oh, my love, my darling. I've hungered for your touch... a long, lonely time. I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me"

Chills ran all over your body. Goosebumps laid across your bare skin. Your own eyes were locked onto his. It was like... it was like a serenade really. Something you never imagined to ever receive. Hell, you weren't even married at this time and you were in your thirties. Yeah... Most girls your age were married... had some kids even... yet here you were. Standing backstage staring back at Elvis Presley.

"Miss. Y/l/n," you turned your head to the sound. Colonel Tom Parker stood behind you. He held a wicked grin and you knew it meant something bad. Ever since you first met him... you felt that there was something sketchy about him, and it wasn't that he was just mistreating Elvis. 

"Yes?" You asked with a sweet voice.

"I'd like to talk to you for a moment." He said like he wasn't already talking to you.

"Then talk," you replied simply. You couldn't hear much of what he was saying, and you wanted to keep it that way.

"Let's go somewhere quieter." He suggested, holding his cane out towards the hallway.

"Whatever you have to say, you can tell me right here." You said Ever since you saw him and Dr. Nic trying to give Elvis pills... you always had this feeling that... that they would do something. Put something in his water... put something in his food... You just didn't trust them at all. It's like they wanted complete control over him... Well... that- or they wanted to kill him.

"Well, it's just a bit too loud... Can't exactly hear each other." He chuckled lightly. You shook your head and just figured it was best to get it over with.

"You have five minutes," you stated and started to walk down the hallway. You too walked into a small room that was most likely used for storage. The Colonel found a free space and took it upon himself to sit down. He looked at you.

"Now, I know something about you Miss Y/l/n." He started to speak. You looked at him confused. "I know you aren't who you say you are."

"What are you trying to say?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, arms folded across your chest.

"I know Vernon hired you to try... and 'save' Elvis. It would be a shame if word got out that you killed your brother with your... medications... the same ones you're giving Elvis."

"I didn't kill my brother. He's alive." You got even more confused with every word that came out of his mouth. 

"Are you sure about that?" He raised his eyebrow. This man- what is he- what is even happening? This whole night is just a big whole mess of~ You didn't even know what to call it. 

"Don't try and lie to me. I know my brother is alive, so whatever lies you try to tell me... I'm not listening." You shook your head. You couldn't believe that he would try to pull something like this... well... it didn't shock you much.

"You will... When you look at those headlines... Y/n Y/l/n... Elvis' personal nurse is killing him." He spoke. You just shook your head in response.

"You're the one killing Elvis" You spat back. You couldn't believe that he was blaming you, you were trying to save him after all.

"That's not what the papers will say if you don't leave."

"So what you're threatening me now?" You let out a laugh and shook your head.

"I'm ruining your career, sweetheart, now leave before someone comes and kills you." He spoke. You let out a breath and shook your head.

You didn't want to believe him, but you knew he would do it. You didn't want to leave Elvis... but you knew you had to. You let out a sigh and turned on your heel and walked away. 

It didn't matter how long you've known Elvis. You've felt like you've known him for years... Back when he was just getting started with Music you were in school. You were extremely lucky and fortunate to be able to go to school. Your family wasn't rich... so... school wasn't exactly in mind for you.

You knew who Elvis was the moment his first single gave out. All your friends were talking and playing it. Then on breaks when you would go home... Your sister was playing it. You never escaped Elvis... It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but... 

You made your way through the white walls. People rushed around, loud and yelling. Your heart was falling at this moment. It felt like it left your body knowing that... that you had to leave. You knew the colonel had power... He could turn your career into shit overnight. Worse... you knew somehow... somehow... he would get to your family. Kill your brother.

You made your way up to the room that you and Elvis shared. Elvis didn't want you far away from him, knowing how bad he got around the time he had a show... show he wanted you close. Always close to him. It's crazy how much can change between two people when you spend every waking second next to each other.

Truth be told... you were scared. His words kept getting to you... the death threats... someone would kill you... It wasn't the case with Elvis when he received death threats and could handle it. You... You were just a normal simple girl...You never feared for your life when you were with Elvis... but now you felt trapped. Stay for love... or leave for safety? 

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You... a song Elvis ended with for his fans, but the more he sang it... the more he sang it about you. He felt like a fool falling so quickly for someone after his divorce. You were everything though... You took care of him like no one ever did... well... at least since his mama died.

As he finished off the song and gave his fans one last look. He rushed off stage to find you. All he wanted to do was hold your face in his hands and kiss you, but when he didn't see you... and instead saw the Colonel he knew something was up. You were always there, no matter what. You made sure of that. 

"Where's Y/n?" Elvis asked, his eyes not bothering to look at Colonel

"She's packing up and leaving." The colonel answered. That made Elvis shoot his head in the Colonel's direction. There was no way you were leaving him... right?

"What? Why?" He asked.

"Well-"

"Actually, I don't want to hear your lies." Elvis shook his head and started to rush his way up to his room. You guys were all the way in Elvis, there was nowhere for you to go. Let alone any way to get home without him. No... he wouldn't let you leave... Especially not when he was about to proclaim his love for you.

As he waited impatiently in the elevator, he rushed out once it had reached his floor. He pushed open the door and you came into his sight. Body hunched over your bag as you furiously and sadly stuffed clothes in, not bothering to fold them. He could hear you sniffling and wiping away tears the moment he walked in.

"Honey," You turned at his voice and wiped away a few tears.

"I have to go, Elvis." Your voice was soft and fragile... like at any moment you could break.

"Why? And don' lie to me either." He walked closer to you. You let out a sigh and gripped the dress in your hands. You were sure you were wrinkling it up from your grip.

"Because Colonel threatened to tell everyone the truth." You breathed out.

"That truth? Ain' no one gonna care you're ma nurse." Elvis answered confused. 

"They will when he says I killed my brother! And that I'm going to kill you next!" You bursted out as tears started to fall. Elvis didn't know what to say. Elvis let out a breath and pulled you away from the luggage, and into him. You let out a sob and pressed your face up against his chest. Arms wrapped around him tightly, gripping the back of his top. You didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay with Elvis. 

"I won' let him." Elvis spoke softly. You just shook your head in response. "He can' just go be-" he stopped himself and sighed. The colonel did go behind Elvis' back and he knew that.

"I have to leave... I-I don't want people to think I'm killing you. I-" you start to whimper. Elvis lifts his finger under your chin and pushes your head up to look at him.

"Darlin', you're not leaving."

"B-but I have to..."

"No, you don't." He pressed his hands against your cheeks and caressed them lightly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sighed.

"If he says somethin' I'll talk against it. People will believe me more than, that conman." He spoke. Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to calm down, but you still worried about what would happen if you stayed.

"E-Elvis... I-"

Elvis pushed his lips upon yours. Your eyes widened at first, but you fell into it. Your tight grip releases into a relaxed hold... You pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and leaned into the touch. His lips... were well... They were rough, chapped... tasted like sweat... but... there was a strange feeling that you got. A good feeling. An absolutely amazing feeling.

"I love you," Elvis mumbled against your lips.

"Wh- What?" You looked at him confused. He nodded and pulled his face away. "I sound like a fool," he chuckled lightly, "a real fool."

"Yeah," you chuckled lightly and shook your head. You pulled away slightly but Elvis still held a grip on you.

"I didn't scare ya, did I?"

"Well, I've seen a lot of your outbursts, Mr. Presley. Saying you love me doesn't change anything"

"Wel.. uh... I don't mean to be pushy or anything b-"

"I love you, too." You said softly. It sounded crazy coming out of your mouth. Sure you were conflicting with yourself all day about it... but... when the time came to it... you said it without a second thought.

"No shit-"

"I was actually just thinking about it... Do I stay for love? or leave for safety..." you confessed and played with the collar of his top.

"Stay, you can have both." Elvis breathed against your neck, pressing a light kiss to it. "I'll protect you."

"But the col-"

"He's fired-"

"Elvis y-"

"No, I'm not riskin' it again." Elvis shook his head, "I fucked up with Priscilla, I'm not fuckin' up with you."

You don't know how, but you forgot all about Priscilla... which is weird considering you'll be there between exchanges. You noticed how sad he was every time... he really missed Priscilla yet... here he was talking to you, about how much he loved you. Maybe this was okay... maybe... just maybe you two can be together.

"Elvis... I-"

"Shh, no thoughts... just you and me." He takes your hand, pulling you along with him. You knew where he was taking you... and you were completely fine with that.

Elvis pushed you down onto the bed and waved his finger up and down. You knew what he meant.  Your hands shook so much you struggled to grip your shirt. Elvis laughed at your struggles and shook his head. You must've looked like a fool... but in his eyes... you were an angel.

"Relax darlin', I ain' gonna hurt you." He said gently, still getting out of his clothes. You shook your head.

"Just feeling a lot of things right now..." You admitted. Elvis leaned down and took your hands in his.

"Forget them all, I'm gonna make ya feel loved, and far beyond." He whispered and pressed his lips against yours.

You breathed heavily as Elvis plopped down next to you. His hand still enclasped in yours. Is this was love felt like? That warm bubbly feeling in your stomach? The same one that made your heart flutter every time you looked at him. You hated that you loved this man, but god... you were... you were so happy.

"You're so beautiful," Elvis whispered gently.

"Should you be telling your nurse that?" You raised an eyebrow at him as a slight smirk tugged at your lips.

"No, but I can tell my future wife that." He winked and left you breathless at your own game.

Did you die? This had to be a cruel joke right? All of it... It... It just didn't make sense. There was no way Elvis actually... he didn't love you... how could he? It just- It didn't add up. You don't fall in love that quick...  Well... usually, yet here you were. Totally head over heels for the man who swore he wanted nothing to do with you.

Funny how things change.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep

Beep

Beep

You let out a loud gasp and jerked forward. Your eyes searched around you frantically trying to figure out where you were. Your hands gripped the sheets as you felt intense pain entering your body. You could barely make out the intensified beeping in the background as voices yelled around you.

The walls were white...? Where were you? You were certainly not back at the hotel room where you and Elvis were... just a second ago. Where was Elvis?

"Doctor! She's awake!"

Who was awake? Why is there a doctor? Someone needs to talk—

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Sticky Situation

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing/starring: Dean Winchester x fem!angel!reader Word count: 2148 Content: Depiction of gore, smut, naïve reader, sex pollen/stuff so a bit rough and unceremoniously, probably incorrect monster and angel lore, confessions of sorts, doubts, fear of dub/non-con (but it’s not – you’ll see), also some reference to soft smut. A/N: The second result of the CAH-inspired fics. This time it ended up with a SPN-fic. The concept is simple: I’d picked a bunch of black cards from Cards Against Humanity and let you all vote on what should be the basis of my next project. You chose “Why am I sticky?”. So this is really not my fault. Betaed by the lovely TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse.

Sticky Situation

... Dean ...

Fishing his phone out of the pocket, Dean hits a few buttons and listens to the dial tone.

Sam picks up on the third ring: “How’d it go?” he sounds distracted.

The hunter surveys the chaos. Three monsters down. [Y/N] is kneeling over one of them, angel blade poking gingerly at a decapitated corpse. She and Dean had been hunting what they thought was a nest of vampires at first but the angel had quickly verified that, no: this was something else. Something new even to her. Then again, she hasn’t been an angel for that long, according to herself.

“Why...am I sticky?”

“Comes with the job,” the younger brother chuckles.

“But it’s pink!” Sam had been their go-to when they realized it wasn’t vamps, suggesting the usually efficient method of killing. Now Dean hoped there were other answers...although they’d manage to end the immediate threat.

There’s a moment of hesitation. “Not just blood?”

“No. The blood was black but then one of them barfed on us. Is it gonna kill us?”

This time the pause is filled with pages ruffling. Meanwhile [Y/N] has taken to investigate the colourful substance she too is covered in. With a snap of the fingers it’s gone and she does the same to Dean who nods at her gratefully, making her smile shyly. She’s okay although a bit...inexperienced. Technically, she’s more than okay. In fact, she’s rather cute and Dean has had a hard time getting her off of his mind even when she’s not around.

“Oh,” Sam’s voice cuts through the derailing train of thoughts, “so good news is, you’re not gonna die -”

“Thank fuck.”

“- but these are a kind of incubus and if you gotten any of the ‘pink stuff’ on you, you will start to feel -”

But Dean doesn’t listen. A potential crisis averted, he just finishes the call and stuffs the phone in his pocket.

“Thanks for removing the junk.”

“What was it? I’ve never encountered such creatures before.”

“Nothing that can kill us.” Dean runs a hand across his neck – it’s starting to get warm and his clothes are chafing. Maybe the stuff did have some effect. Should I have listened to Sam? Nah. Dean’s feeling confident. After all: he’s got an angel to fix him if he gets wonky from whatever the shit was.

“Are you alright?” [Y/N] asks.

Truth be told, Dean’s less alright than a moment ago. Hot and bothered, his clothes feel uncomfortable against his skin and he’s starting to feel another problem, one that he’s not ready to deal with: having the angel he desires nearby. Shaking his head, he tries to refocus one something else than her figure and scent.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he croaks – unconvincingly.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she notices the pearls of sweat starting to form on his forehead. She doesn’t believe him. “Dean. Let me help you.”

She reaches out before he can tell her not to and places a delicate hand on his cheek. It feels like a summer’s breeze passing through and into him, momentarily relieving the ache that’s growing along with his cock...but as soon as she’s done, it all returns at full force.

Dean groans the moment she lets her hand fall from his clammy skin. “Let’s just get back to the Bunker.”

“I don’t understand,” she trails after him out of the warehouse anyways, “my powers...”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But you’re in pain.”

He dismisses her even though it's true. His entire body is burning up. It feels like...like he needs to take an ice cold shower but he instinctively understands that the fix to this won’t be as simple. He knows that he needs to cum. Regardless of having dreamt of [Y/N] in oh so many ways, he still realizes that he can't ask this of her.

They make it to the Impala in silence and Dean pops the trunk, tossing the weapons in carelessly. He’s just about to slam it closed when he hears a foreign sound. A soft whimper. Looking up at his friend, he sees her leaning heavily onto the car, a hand clutching her lower abdomen. Panic rushes through him: did she get injured?

“Dean...I...what’s happening?” she pleads and when she looks over, he sees how blown her pupils are. “It hurts. And I...I...crave...” her voice trails off.

The hunter knows he ought to keep his distance but seeing [Y/N] like this overrides everything, even his own lust for a brief moment. Rushing to her side, he wraps an arm around her to support some of her weight, but the nearness is dangerous as her scent threatens to overwhelm him. A new tang has been woven into it. Jasmines. Strong, sweet, intoxicating.

He grits his teeth as he tries to power through what's clouding his mind. “Hey, look at me,” he says.

She doesn’t so he turns her face towards him with a hand cupping her cheek. Right away, she leans into his touch, sighing. He feels it too, the momentary relief that the skin contact brings. Wanting more, he grabs her face with both hands and presses his forehead to hers.

“[Y/N], we’re gonna be fine. It’s just the junk. Sam was saying something about -”

He never gets further as her lips crash onto his. Baffled, Dean relishing in the brief alleviation. It feels even better when he slips his tongue into her mouth, tasting her for the first time. Then the pain spikes in his groin and he is brought back to reality and he basically jumps back a few steps.

At that moment a text pings in and Dean is grateful for the distraction...at least until he reads the few words: “I was wrong: without a sexual release, the pink stuff will kill you.”

There’s a whole other paragraph of information but Dean only picks out a few of the words in his haze. Incubus. Succubus. They all have the same reputation: fucking while devouring their victims. Well at least there will be no devouring but it really does feel like he’s about to die if he doesn’t get some release now.

“Get in the car,” he growls, startling the angel, “get in and...get off. It might help.”

“I don’t understand...” She just stands there, head cocked and eyes brimming with unshed tears.

He groans silently, his own urges threatening to overpower his remaining sense of modesty. “I don’t know if it’s lethal to angels but this...this can kill me. Us, unless you...uhm...cum?” This is not the talk he had ever imagined to have with his crush but oh well...desperate times and all that. “So get in the car, get a hand in your pants, save yourself.”

He turns to open the door for her, one hand discreetly palming his erection through the jeans.

“Dean,” she whispers, “I...don’t know how to.” Of course she doesn’t, she’s an angel. Sweet, innocent, far removed from any ideas about lust. “But it hurts, Dean. Please help me...help yourself too...with me.”

His neck almost breaks at the speed of which he turns his head to look at her. Already, she’s pulling on her clothes, tossing the discarded items to the ground without a care. And fuck, she looks gorgeous.

Dean shouldn’t do it. He should triple check and even then still turn her offer down because it’s not what she really wants. It can’t be. But the last bit of restraint has burned away and he’s on her in two steps, pulling her close so he can drown in her scent again, his lips bearing down on her neck and exposed breasts.

Frantically, [Y/N] tugs at his flannel before resolutely snapping her fingers and suddenly they’re both completely naked. Nothing keeps Dean’s erection from bouncing against her abdomen...and it feels right.

They move feverishly, hands exploring curves and expanses, relishing in the comfort of the contact until that isn’t enough either. They both groan as Dean dips his finger between her legs: she’s drenched. Lifting her, supple legs wrapping around his waist, he stumbles the few steps around to the hood of the car and sits her on the edge, feet resting on the bumper and thighs spread wide so he can see everything. Fucking delicious. He pushes her onto her back, breasts heaving with each laboured breath.

A new pang of pain spears him and the hunter knows what they both need.

He tries to go slow, he really does: running his cock head between the folds so the pre-cum mixes with her juices, lubing him up so he can easily glide in. She’s tight and it’s so freaking good. Inch by inch, he fills her up. The sounds she makes...he could never have imagined anything hotter or filthier coming from her.

“I got you,” he whispers hoarsely as he bottoms out completely.

Hoisting herself up on her elbows, [Y/N]’s gaze is glowing as she implores him: “More. Please move.”

Switching his grip to her waist, Dean pulls out almost completely before ramming back in with a grunt. Again and again and again, spurred on by her sounds. It feels amazing and he knows he can’t last long but there’s still a part of him that wants her to feel good too. He reaches for her clit and begins to rub circles with his thumb, making her moan loudly.

“S-so good!” his angel babbles.

It doesn’t last long for both of them to come undone and Dean collapses onto her. It’s an awkward position but nothing can ruin the post-bliss haze as he feels himself soften a little bit still inside her.

Or so he thinks.

Something does break through the fog soon enough as the lust reignites his body once more. And he can see it’s happening to [Y/N] too.

“Dean,” she begs, breaking his heart.

He kisses her. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable first.”

Then the hunter coaxes her into the wide backseat of the Impala.

...

Dean barely registers that he’s lying on his back in the Impala because there’s another sensation: much more comfortable than usual, his morning wood is nestled snugly in a tight heat and a warm and subtle figure lies on top of him. Seemingly asleep (despite previous claims not to need that sort of mundane arrangements) [Y/N] is breathing slowly with a little smile on her lips. Ever so gently, he manages to pull out but he can’t do anything about the flushness.

What the fuck? Wrecking his brain, only bits and pieces start to come back to him before her eyes flutter open.

“Dean?” she mumbles, squirming only for a fraction of a second before she freezes completely.

She takes a moment to take it all in while sitting up as much as the low roof of the car allows. Nimble hands skirt over her naked body and delve between her legs without any sign of shame.

“Why am I sticky?”

Dean remembers now. He remembers everything and it leaves a sour taste in his mouth because he knows what he did was wrong. He took advantage of her. Afraid to meet her gaze, the hunter breathes deeply before turning his face to find...just a frown. Maybe she can’t recall everything? But no, he sees the moment it all comes back to her.

“Oh,” she gasps.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N]!” he rushes, “I...what we did...I should never ha-”

A finger lands on his mouth to shush him. “If I remember correctly...you’d have died otherwise?”

That’s true but he knows it would have been better to pick that route rather than throw himself onto her the way he had. He explains as much but she doesn’t seem to understand.

“Dean...even without the risk of impending death...you didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

“Wait, what?!” That’s the last thing he’d expected to hear.

She smiles shyly. “I’ve been...feeling things about you.” A moment passes where she’s trying to say something more, opening and closing that pretty mouth before eventually settling on: “Have you...do you...?”

“Yeah, me too,” Dean admits before returning to his concerns, “but what I did...I took advantage of you! You couldn’t say no and I’m so sorry!”

“So it would be different if I asked now that I’m not under the influence of the incubus?”

“Yes,” he barely manages to say before she wriggles her pelvis, slick core rubbing along his still happy morning wood.

This time her smile is big, cheeky like he’s never seen before. “Dean...I want to.”

“Fuck...yes!”

Hoisting herself up a bit, she reaches down to align his cock with her entrance before sinking onto him. It feels much better than last night as she slowly rides them both to renewed highs, guided by his hands on her hips.

Upon completion, she collapses onto him, snuggling in with Dean’s cock still buried deep inside.

“Thank you,” [Y/N] mumbles against his neck.

“Anytime, angel.”

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S. HARRINGTON X F!READER

Sypnosis: The older ones of the group of Hawkins go to find where the gate to the upside-down is, making old struggles come back and those feelings come creeping up even more.

Word Count: 7.7k

All five of them were quiet on the boat, no one in the mood to talk right now as they all stared at the compass in Nancy's hand. It was still going bonkers and being completely incorrect, as it had been ever since they tried to find Eddie at Skull Rock. It was thanks to that that they had figured out there was probably a gate in Lovers Lake, and that explained just how the five oldest members of the group were now sitting in silence on the boat.

Nancy sat next to Robin on the front of the boat, with Eddie behind them, as y/n and Steve sat next to one another by the motor. It was cold and dark outside; the water was black as the night, and there was only the moon and the flashlight in Steve's hand that gave off light, making it less dark.

Steve let his eyes travel from the compass to y/n. She seemed to be on edge, but he understood completely. They were going to look for the gate to the upside-down, and that was the last place y/n wanted to be close to. His eyes lingered longer than he intended, like always lately and how it had been for a long time now. He didn't know how he suddenly fell for her, but it happened, and now she was on his mind more than any other girl ever.

When he thought about it, it might have been after she returned from her time in the upside-down. He had been there. He willingly came over to her house at night and would just spend time talking to her as she lay and listened, relaxing. Or how, after everything that happened at Starcourt Mall the previous summer, Steve was relieved when y/n invited him to stay at her house for the first time in about three months, as everything from months earlier had resurfaced.

He saw the girl he grew up with go from being an unscared and sweet girl to a shaking mess, but she eventually returned to the same girl. Talking about what happened with a lighter heart. But now, as Steve sat there in the boat next to her, he could see an unsure look on her face.

To say that since all of this started, Steve had started to be protective of y/n was an understatement. At first it was just him wanting to keep her close to him and be sure she was okay, but as not only was Chrissy dead but Fred also, if y/n wasn't close by, he would turn around and hold her by his side. Then, when Max had read her file and found out she had similar problems like Fred and Chrissy, Steve couldn't help but also connect some dots to y/n. She had trauma. She watched her biological parents die in a car crash, which she blamed on herself due to her distracting her dad while he was driving. Anyone else would say he did all this because he blamed himself for what happened last year.

"Woah, woah," Nancy reached to stop Robin and Eddie from going further. "Slow down, guys."

"Woah!" Steve exclaimed.

As they stopped, taking up the oars in the boat, the compass went even crazier and started to spin uncontrollably. As they stopped, y/n looked around and felt the slight rise of the hairs in her neck. She touched her neck and glanced over at the compass. Steve put a hand on her shoulder, giving a questioning look as he knew that move from last summer, thanks to Will Byers. But y/n said nothing and only continued to look around.

"Guys, what's going on?" Dustin asked through the walkie as he and Lucas noticed them stopping through the binoculars."Come on, guys, talk to me. What's going on?"

As y/n continued looking around, she then looked straight down into the water, leaning slightly over the edge of the boat and not focused on the compass like the rest. It was then that the sudden voice in her head made another chill go through her spine. "y/n, I was right after all. I knew we would meet again." 

"Eh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital, uaAaahh." Answered Robin as she looked at the compass. y/n knew that there was a gate down there; she could feel it. She could hear faintly in her head how Vecna quite literally was telling her to get down there, to meet him again. She had been starting to take off her shoes and socks, making sure she didn't get noticed. But then, when Steve started to shuffle beside her and seemed to be looking through things in the boat more, everyone looked at him.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked as he was taking off his shoes too. It seemed Nancy, Robin, and Steve did not notice y/n doing the same. But one person did, Eddie. He looked at her questionably.

"Someone's got to get down there to look at this thing," Steve said, looking up, not at Y/N but at the others, as if he thought she'd never go down there. "Unless any of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it's got to be me, okay, all right! "

"I think someone else has the same idea," Eddie commented, grabbing the others attention that went to y/n who had been quite the whole time. She swallowed, feeling the cold prickle her skin as she had just taken off her zip-up, being left in just a short-sleeved shirt.

"y/n?" Robin asked with a confused look as she looked at the girl.

"I can go," y/n said, and it was quite confident. "I'm also a certified lifeguard. I know how to dive and if anything is found and happens that gets me to the upside-down, I know how it works." y/n was now standing up in the boat, looking down at all four of them. Nancy glanced at Robin and then Eddie. To Steve, this was seen as a signal that they were for y/n going. So he stood up, almost a little too quickly as the boat became a bit unsteady, but y/n stood still, looking at him expectantly. waiting for yet another time where he would treat her like a kid, like he had been doing quite a lot lately.

"No." was all Steve said as he looked at y/n, but she didn't budge from where she stood and shook her head. Knowing that there was more to come. "No, you're not going down there. You're not going down there to risk getting back into the upside-down."

"Look, Steve," y/n sighed as she looked up at the boy. "I really don't care what you think. Forgive me if you see me as weak or whatever since what happened last year, but I'm just as capable as any of you four, so for once in a while, let me do this."

"You're not going down there. No more arguing." But y/n only sighed and rolled her eyes as she looked over the side of the boat.

"Steve," Nancy started. "It's actually not such a bad idea that it's her to go down there. She knows the upside-down and how to communicate if you get stuck. Right? " Nancy looked up at y/n who nodded her head, having tried to communicate with the others last year but failed, as it seemed none of them were listening closely enough.

"Besides, she's not reacting like in the summer when she froze up and all seeing that mind flayer thing, you know." Robin chimed in, trying to sound convincing and be helpful, but just as many times she ended up saying something that didn't help at all. But bless her heart.

"We're not arguing about this," Steve turned to y/n who was too irritated to even blush at him being shirtless. "I'm going, you're staying."

"Okey, you know what," y/n mumbled to herself and turned so she stood straight towards the edge of the boat. In a swift motion, she reached over towards Eddie, who had already held up the flashlight he had put into a plastic bag for her. Giving a slight smile before glaring at Steve. Their eyes were glued on one another until y/n smiled a bit too sweetly at him.

"If you don't want me to go, then come get me." With that, she dove straight into the water with no hesitation. She did a perfect and beautiful dive into the water, but her sudden dive took the others by shock, and Steve was immediately by the edge looking for the girl.

"Goddammit," Steve cursed as he shook his head and quickly got to diving in after y/n, only the protests from Nancy and Robin being heard before he was under water.

"Man, he didn't waste a second." Eddie commented and earned a glare from Nancy and Robin, who quietly agreed with Eddie.

The sudden splash that she could barely hear a good ten feet above her made y/n stop, pointing the flash up only to come face to face with Steve. But without even a second more, she turned back to diving further down. Focusing on the eerie voice in her head that got stronger in one direction but weaker in another. It called for her, the voice, whom she now thought had been Vecna ever since last year, asking her to join him. Steve, who was behind her, wanted to curse her out there and then if he could have been able to talk or breath under water.

Once at the bottom of Lovers Lake, Steve tapped y/n and showed he'd go in another direction, and y/n simply nodded at him. But soon, Steve realized that he had no light and was quickly by y/n who followed the tingling in her body and the voice in her head. They came to where a skeleton was, and it was not white and clean but brown and dirty looking. Just as they got over the stones by the skeleton, they were met by a light. The light was in a red hue, and immediately they both knew what it was. The gate.

Both of them swam closer and looked at it with great fascination. She knew that when this was all over, Steve would ask if she went through one of those portals to get stuck in the upside-down, but she knew her answer would be that she just happened to be there. It was something that seemed to cover the gate into the upside-down, like a skin layer. y/n reached her hand out and touched the skin-like cover of the gate, only to jerk back with Steve as a vine-like thing hit the skin like layer. Without wasting a second, they both returned to the surface as quickly as they could.

After what felt like the longest time ever, they both reached the surface. As oxygen entered their lungs for the first time in minutes, they breathed deeply to calm down. Robin, Eddie, and Nancy all looked over the edge at the two. y/n placed both her hands up on the edge of the boat and held on to relax her legs. Steve mimicked her move.

"We found it." y/n announced and the three in the boat smiled. "There's a gate."

"Dustin, you're a goddamm Einstein. Steve and y/n found the gate." Robin spoke with a smile into the walkie.

"It's pretty wild," Steve spoke out of breath, glancing over at y/n who was just resting and relaxing. "It's more like a snack-sized gate instead of a mama gate, but still, it's pretty big." y/n

nodded along when she felt something slimy slowly wrap around her ankle, then it tightened its grip on her leg, and suddenly she was pulled under the water for a split second, which took everyone by surprise. As she, for a moment, resurfaced, Steve looked at her with wide eyes. "What was that?"

"Something is pulling on my le-" And her sentence was cut short as she once more was pulled under the water and this time wasn't let go of. Everyone on the boat called for her, but their voices were muffled under the water. Steve cursed lowly to himself as he looked into the water and, without second thought, dove down after y/n.

"Steve!" Robin and Nancy called in unison, and had Robin not been in such a shocked state, she would have made a comment about them saying it at the same time.

"What the hell was that man?!" Eddie stressed behind the two girls as they did not know what to do.

Under the surface, Steve had gotten a hold of y/ns hand and was being dragged along with her down towards the gate. She reached both her hands to hold onto Steve's wrists but lost her grip as the vine pulled her down harder. A screm left her and, instead of oxygen, a fair bit of water entered her system. Steve fought harder to dive after her as fast as he could, but suddenly he was being pulled by a vine down into the gate.

It was sudden when the vine pulled her, so she fell into the air and then hit the hard ground. The upside-down. Steve came soon after her and hit the ground with a grunt, but both of them were dragged harder against the ground by the vines. Both of them fought against the vines as much as they could, both of their backs hurting from being dragged. And then they were pulled to a stop and the vines let go of both of them as they hit what seemed to be the boat in a lot of vines.

"Shit," Steve breathed as he slowly pushed himself to stand up and looked around, but the pain-filled groan coming from his left made him turn. "Woah, hey, you okay there y/n/n?"

Steve reached out to help her stand up as she rolled her shoulders for the pain in her back. Her eyes squeezed shut. He held his hands on her upper arms and waited for a reaction from her. "I hate those things."

It made Steve let out a short laugh as y/n opened her eyes and looked around. Her features, instead of sarcasm, got filled with discomfort as she looked around. The dark blue sky with a slight red, they stood in the middle of Lovers Lake minus the water. The vines were everywhere and the trees were left bare of leaves. But then there was also that dusty thing in the air. Steve's hands fell from y/ns shoulders as she reached up and touched the dust. She was back into the cold and dark as she once described the place.

"We should get—" But Steve was cut off by the rumble of lightning and the sky being painted a red color. A screech could be heard from the distance, and out of instinct, his hand reached out and grabbed y/n's as they both turned to see a creature in the distance.

"What are those?" Steve asked, with a quick look over his shoulder at y/n.

"I don't really know what the kids would call them, but I call them demo bats," y/n said as she could still hear the faint voice of what had to be Vecna in her head.

"Well," Steve said, taking two oars from the empty boat and handing one to y/n, who scowled at him. "Can you put up a fight against those things?"

"I can do my best. The second best option is to run."

"And how easy is that?" Steve stood with his back again y/n as they both looked opposite ways.

"Not the easiest."

When the demo bats were close by and started to attack the two, they started to hit them one by one. Steve had it easier to hit the demo bats. y/n, on the other hand, struggled a bit as the oars were quite heavy and hard to hold up. It being solid wood didn't help her case. But she did as well as she could and hit them herself. Occasionally, either Steve or y/n would cover the others' backs when a bat tried to attack all of a sudden.

"Die, you lousy piece of shit!" y/n yelled as she hit one of the bats repeatedly and seemed to forget that there were others. This was proven right that she had forgotten as one bat was able to wrap its tail around her wrist and pull her back. It caused her to fall and scream as the spikey thing on its tail stabbed her arm.

At her scream, Steve turned and began to angrily hit at the bats, trying to get them off of y/n. But all of a sudden, he too got pulled back as one had its tail wrapped around his neck and had him down on the ground in seconds. The bats split up on the two, some going to Steve and the rest on y/n. Both of them screamed in pain, y/n kicking around as she tried to free herself. Not being that held down as Steve, who had been held by his neck and began to get choked out.

Memories came back into y/ns mind as she fought for her life and tried to keep from getting bitten or hurt worse. The last time she was here, they had been her number one fear. It seems that this time, though, the bats didn't try to hurt her badly. as they only stabbed her in the arms a few times. It still hurt, but not the worst.

"Steve!" y/n called as she heard him fighting to breathe, but as she tried to get free, the bats tightened their grip.

It was when a demo bat was hit off by y/n and no longer held a death grip on her arm that she stopped struggling against it and turned her head. Since last year, y/n had never been so relieved to see a human. "Hi there," Nancy said quietly as she hit another off y/n.

"Not me! Help Steve," Nancy and Robin did as instructed and focused on assisting Steve in breaking free from the demo bat that was choking him out. Eddie took over and helped y/n get up, and they kept the newer bats that came for them away together.

y/n and Eddie turned to see Steve repeatedly hitting the demo bat that had tried to choke him into the ground. Over and over, the demo bat hit the ground and screeched in pain at the violent hits to the ground. He then put one foot on its one wing and began to pull the tail and was somehow able to tear it into two pieces. y/n blinked as she stared at him. Now, there was no more, and everyone began to do their own thing to calm down. Nancy was quick to check Steve and, after y/n, Eddie began his own little ramble of curses to the side as Robin stressed over the fact that she thought Steve could have rabies and wanted to get him checked out.

y/n let out a breath and walked over to Steve as Robin continued her little rant as Nancy was as nice as she could be and listened in.

"That looks nasty," y/n scrunched her face up as she took a quick look at Steve's lower stomach wound. "How are you feeling?"

"Other than a piece of flesh missing, I have never felt better." He smiled at her as he had taken a look at his wound himself. For a moment, his gaze just stayed there. He looked into y/n's eyes as they seemed to hold relief. But when his eyes landed on the stabbing she had received in her wrist, he immediately grabbed her arm and inspected it.

"Ow ow, be careful!" y/n swatted his shoulder. His eyes moved to look at her face for a second before he returned to inspecting the wounds. Some blood had seeped out of the rounded wounds, but nothing too bad. His hand holding her wrist more gently now.

A screech from the far distance made all five of them turn and look to see a few dark figures of demo bats heading for them. There was no way they were going to fight more of those things. Nancy had pointed to the woods, and in just a few seconds, all five of them were running for protection there. Steve, however, seemed to have forgotten about that y/n and had told himself he could handle herself as he dragged her with him. Holding tightly onto the right hand and never letting go. He would never do what he did last year. matter how much she wanted him to stop, Steve knew it was going to be hard to do so.

All five of them huddled together under Skull Rock. The demo bats flew right over the tree tops, and they never stopped screeching. But as the last of them faded into the distance, all five under Skull Rock let out the breaths they had been holding. y/n had been sandwiched between Nancy and Robin, who had somehow been able to rip her from Steve. y/n had a hold on Robin's arm to keep herself calm and finally released the girl. As she did, Robin pulled a face at her. "Ow," Robin said, shaking her arm. "What kind of death grip is that?"

"Sorry, but, you'll survive." y/n told her friend, who slapped her upper arm gingerly.

y/n then turned to Steve to see how it was going, but as she did so, he stumbled against the stone wall of Skull Rock. "Oh shit," Steve breathed as he leaned against the wall. y/n was quickly by his side, helping to steady him out.

She helped hold Steve's arm a bit as he swayed from the dizziness. "Woah hey, shit," she said in almost one word. But his stubborn side soon came out and began to swat y/n away, acting as if everything was fine.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just need to stand here a bit," He protested, but the obvious sway in him disagreed, and Nancy was by his side, checking on Steve's wound a little.

"You're losing blood," Nancy stated, and y/n, out of instinct, slapped Steve across the head.

"Stupid," y/n grumbled at him before helping him sit down to let the dizziness stop. "Come on, easy."

Robin then came and sat next to y/n beside Steve, worried for her friend. Nancy stood up, starting to rip a large enough piece of fabric from her long shirt. y/n's hand laid gently on Steve's bicep, and even though he was in that bad state, it still grabbed his attention more than the wound on his stomach. But his attention was drawn away by Robin, who started a rant once again.

"Okey, so the good news here is that I'm pretty sure that wooziness is not a common sign of rabies. But, ehm, if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you feel really aggressive, like you kind of want to punch me or something, just let me know then. She ranted as usual, making Nancy let out a breath as she handed Y/N the piece of cloth from her shirt, and y/n only smiled slightly at Robin being so worried.

"Robin. "Steve said as he pulled a face.

"Yeah?"

"I kind of want to punch you," It made y/n smile a bit more, and her hand slid down to Steve's wrist, once again drawing his attention.

"Your sense of humour's still intact; it's a good sign!" As Robin said, she smiled brightly with hope and then moved to let y/n help Steve. Nancy put a hand on the girls' shoulder before also backing off slightly, which, in y/n's eyes, was kind of strange.

"Okey," she said, as she held up the cloth and Steve sat up a bit more. Now this was a pretty inconvenient time for both of them to feel their cheeks heat up, but thankfully, the darkness of the upside-down made sure the other couldn't see. y/n looked to the side and took a breath before turning back to Steve, who had his arms up to give her room.

"You ready?" She asked, and Steve simply pulled a face before answering.

"Yeah, just do it already." With that, she reached to wrap the cloth around Steve's midsection. He took in a sharp breath at the pressure and y/n looked up to make sure she didn't hurt him any more.

"Tighter or is that okay?"

"That's fine,"

y/n finished by tying the cloth so it wouldn't move out of place. When she was done, Steve let out a sigh and held out his hand to help her stand up again. She took it without question and just shot him a small smile without looking up at him, but Steve kept his eyes on her and wouldn't look away. Her arm had stopped bleeding a while ago, and except for a cut under her eye, she was fine.

It was when his fingers reached and brushed some strands from her face that y/n looked at him. His eyes were glued on her without moving to anything else. But it was Nancy this time who made y/n quickly turned away from Steve and walk over to her. Cheeks on fire and insides doing cartwheels It seemed Nancy noticed y/n and mumbled her shoulder, but the girl simply said nothing. Steve, however, had dropped his hand from where his fingers had brushed away from the hair on her face and pushed himself off the stone wall of Skull Rock.

A conversation quickly arose as to what they were to do next. But they all came to realize how useless oars were for beating up demo bats or even Vecna. That was when Nancy remembered her guns she hid in her house, and that meant those guns were probably and hopefully in her room. which was not too far away.

Right as they were about to start walking to the Wheeler house, Eddie stopped Steve by throwing his jeans jacket at him. Steve grabbed it and gave a confused face. "For your modesty, dude." Eddie said, and Steve just shrugged.

Just as Steve was about to put the jacket on, yet another earthquake like thing happened. The ground shook violently and made almost everyone lose their footing, except Steve and y/n. In a split second, Steve had wrapped an arm around y/n's shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Her hands came up and held onto his arm that was wrapped around her. It seemed they would always be put in these situations, especially lately when both of their feelings had gotten stronger. Oh, how fate wanted them to be together.

—

Walking to the Wheeler house felt like it took forever. The woods felt endless and every time there was a sound that definitely did not come from any of the five, they all would react, turning to look round and then up at the sky. At times, the sudden sound would make y/n jump slightly, as she realized it was far from her and couldn't hurt her where she was. It never left her. Being stuck for one and a half months in the upside-down, it stayed like an annoying fly that wouldn't fly away. But she had done her best at coping with it all; that meant not graduating when she was supposed to so she could stay at home in the comfort of her bed; asking Steve to stay over; when she became friends with Robin, she spent time with her. Then everything at Starcourt happened, and she kept as far away as she could, which proved to work and none of the others blamed her. In the autumn, she worked up her grades to get her high school diploma and graduated just before the end of the fall. y/n found that occupying herself with things along with trying to shine light on what happened every once in a while worked for her. Maybe not the best, but it worked.

Robin, y/n, and Nancy were all three walking a good few feet in front of the two boys. Nancy and Robin seemed to be getting along better than they had when the three were at the library the previous day. Steve and Eddie walked behind the girls, or more like Steve being quite behind Eddie with a flashlight. Before Steve came to realize one thing, he hadn't thanked Eddie for earlier.

"Eddie. Eddie, hey, man, "Eddie slowed slightly for Steve to catch up. "Uhh, I just... uh, I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there. "

"Shit, you saved your own ass," Eddie said as they walked on.  "I mean that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there."

Steve furrowed his brows and looked at Eddie with confusion written all over his face. "Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat." Silence followed. Steve didn't understand. "Ozzy Osborne? Black Sabbath? He- he bit a bat's head off on stage,"

"I don't know," Steve simply shrugged at the metalhead, which he didn't, because it wasn't his style of music, but he respected it.

"It was very metal; what you did is all I'm saying."

"Thanks,"

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter in fact. " Eddie paused for a second.

"Wait, Henderson said that?" It kind of surprised Steve. "Oh yeah, shit, kid worships you dude. Like you have no idea, it's kind of annoying, to be honest." Steve let out a dry laugh. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, eh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve."

Now that made Steve look even more lost than he was when Eddie tried to see if he understood who Ozzy Osborne was. They continued walking, with Steve still holding the flashlight in his hand and just waiting for Eddie to continue.

"I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man, no way. That's like flies in the face of all the laws in the universe. " Eddie explained, and Steve simply just listened. "Still super jealous by the way."

Steve laughed as Eddie leaned closer a bit when he said that and just shook his head. As silence then surrounded them except for the faint voices of the girls in the front talking, Steve's eyes landed on y/n as she was walking next to Robin. What he didn't know was how clear he had been making it all to Eddie, who sighed at Steve and shook his head.

"She likes you a lot, man. She talks about you a lot." Eddie spoke, catching Steve's attention. What Steve had grasped was that when y/n worked up her grades to graduate, she had automatically hung around Robin more. But apparently, one time Dustin and Mike dragged her off somewhere because they needed help and she met Eddie. They became friends, kind of.

"What? Who? " Steve pretended not to understand.

"Man, I'm not blind. You're all googly eyes at y/n." Eddie rolled his eyes a bit and continued walking.

Steve knew he was completely smitten with the girl at hand, and there was no denying it to him. He had never felt so strongly for another girl. She held a special place in his heart. She was the girl who had just been sitting there and called him an ass when he got beat up by Jonathan Byers, but not in a bad way. Y/N was the girl who, when he picked her up in the summer, was out dancing with her adoptive parents on their front porch to music. She was the girl that had asked for him to just talk to her for her to feel safe and who would lie next to him with her hand interlocked with his as she'd fallen asleep after hours of worrying about what would meet her in her sleep.

"I'm not." Steve simply said and averted his gaze away from y/n to look around the place. But this only made Eddie sigh even deeper and quite practically made him want to hit Steve across the head.

"Dude, okey, you know what?" Eddie stopped Steve from walking any further, making him frown in confusion. "That girl over there, she cares a whole lot for you, man. I mean, I've only known you for less than four days and can already see those heart eyes of yours. And hers. No girl would ever freeze up like she does when looking at you without liking you. No way."

Steve turned his attention over to y/n in the distance. She, Nancy, and Robin seemed to be in their own conversations. It seemed important too.

"Look," Eddie started, making Steve look at him. "She didn't want you to jump in and go here. She'd rather go through whatever happened to her last year than have you go through that. That's what I call being in love. I don't know what it is between you two or exactly why you are all so protective over her, but trust me. You love her, and she loves you. Now, if I were you and a girl looked at me the way she looks at you or sought to be close to you in that way, I'd take the chance rather than have her go for another guy."

Steve was quiet, as he just stood there and took in what Eddie was saying. y/n was looking at him in a special way? That had to be impossible. There was no way he was that blind. Had he never seen her look at him the way Eddie had described her? Had she ever really looked at him in any way similar to how he was looking at her, it had to have been quite obvious that Eddie noticed and not Steve.

"Hey! y/n!" Eddie then called out for the h/c as she stopped and turned to show she was listening. "Steve's bored of me. I think he'd rather talk to you." It was quite smoothly done as Eddie was away from Steve's side within seconds.

Steve cursed Eddie out in his head as y/n stood and just waited for him to catch up so they could continue to the Wheeler house. His eyes were on the ground as he came up beside her. y/n smiled slightly as they started to walk behind the others in silence, but it didn't last long.

"You feeling any better?" y/n asked as she took a quick look at where he had been hurt earlier.

"It's going." Steve said as he glanced at her arm. "What about you? I didn't get to ask you how you are, you know, being here and all. "

It made y/n's heart flutter just a little more that he wanted to ask her that. She took a look around at her surroundings and then focused forward. "Not exactly where I wanted to be, he won't leave me alone." It made Steve's brows knit together as he looked over at her.

"Who won't leave you alone?"

"You know how I said there was this voice before I woke up, that said we were going to meet again?" Steve nodded his head. "I think it's always been Vecna, and he was right, we meet again. It's like a voice in my head. He's like telling me that he's happy I'm back. I hate it. "

"Hm," Steve hummed. He wasn't going to say he understood. because he didn't understand. He didn't know what it was like to have someone torment you for a month and a half and leave you with a constant reminder.

"Anyway, so, you got tired of Eddie, huh? Is he being like Robin? " y/n questioned as she wanted to lighten up the mood.

Steve rubbed his neck and said, "No, no, he kind of lied about that."

"Why?"

"To be honest, I don't even know." He did. "But while I can, I just want to say sorry for how I've been acting."

"You mean for hoovering the past year?"

"I wouldn't say I've been hovering," Steve mumbled, but y/n turned her head to him.

"Really? You don't call starting to work with me and Robin at Family Video, never dropping me off where you've always been dropping me off, not letting me go down here, not letting me do practically anything, aren't you hovering? "

Steve didn't say a word and just continued walking. It seemed that this didn't help his case, as y/n let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh. She really wanted to know why he was like that. Sure, she loved to hang around him, but it was as if he saw her as less capable. Now Steve was struggling to tell her why he was like he was. Right now, in the upside-down, didn't seem like the right time to tell the girl you liked that you did just that. He would much rather do that when it was all over.

"I just want to know, you know? I'm just as capable as everyone else no matter what happens. " This made Steve stop and just shake his head, grabbing y/n's hand to stop her from walking further, giving them some distance from the others.

"I don't think you're less capable. I know you can take care of yourself."

"Well, you sure as hell make it feel like the opposite."

"Okay," Steve said in an exasperated tone. "Well excuse me for caring over the fact that last year you weren't yourself for three months and I'm so very sorry for feeling guilty about it. And I'm also so sorry that I'm worried you'll be like that again after this. " This truly shut her up. She took a step back from Steve and just looked at him.

"I just—" But Steve didn't know what more to say. As she stood there before him, listening to him, he could see that slight glimmer in her eyes. That glimmer he recognized from when they were younger and y/n had a crush on some boy. He would always tease her about it. But now, that glimmer was in her eyes as she looked at him. Eddie was right.

Without thinking, Steve reached out and placed his hands gently on her cheeks. holding her face as he stood closer now, his thumbs brushing her cheekbone. And in just a split second, he had leant down and placed his lips softly on hers. y/n was taken aback. She was stiff for just a slight moment before she sank into it. When Steve felt she began to relax, one of his hands moved so he could brush his knuckles on her cheek, lips still connected. y/n was unsure what to do with her hands, but she placed them gently on Steve's waist to steady herself.

After only what had been a little more than ten seconds, they parted. y/n was slow in opening her eyes and didn't look up at Steve. But he kept his eyes on her and tried to find her gaze. She felt his thumb brushing her left cheek, right under the cut she had gotten earlier. It was... comforting, nice. just what both of them wanted.

Steve didn't say anything, just waiting for a reaction from Y/N. Her eyes had been fixed on the ground as she seemed to be deep in thought. But then he could feel her lean a bit into his left and that rested on her cheek, making his heart leap a bit. The softest of smile grazed her lips. It seemed as though she was about to say something but was interrupted by Nancy.

"Hey you two, come on, my house is over there!" Nancy called to the two of them in the distance.

Steve turned back to look at y/n, and in a quick motion, which took him aback, y/n had placed one hand in his cheek and leaned up to give him a quick peck. And just as quickly as she'd done that, she was slowly jogging up to the other four. Steve stood there in shock, but despite the circumstances and location, a smile tugged on his lips. His heart rate increased, as did the flushing of the cheeks.

"Hey Dingus, you coming?" Robin yelled from where she was, making Steve shake his head and come back to reality.

—

Both parties of the Hawkins group were quite relived and all for the same reason. The oldest ones were in the upside-down because Dustin had come to realize that there was going to be a gate at every murder site, meaning they could all five get back into the normal Hawkins. And the younger part of the group, that being Max, Dustin, Lucas, and Erica too now, because the eldest ones had been gone for long enough and were all freaking out a bit inside because of the cops.

As soon as they came to realize that there was a gate at Eddie's place, it was in a matter of seconds that Nancy had said that they should still have bikes at her house in the upside-down. Since it was 1983 there, but when they had gone to take the bikes, there was one problem. They were one short. This meant that someone had to sit behind someone else on one of the bikes. This, however, appeared to be an easy choice, as Nancy, Robin, and Eddie had just taken bikes and rushed to get on. Leaving y/n to ride behind Steve.

None of the two said anything on the way. None of them mentioned the two shared kisses before, but it seemed that both of them knew about the other's feelings now at least. But as y/n sat and rode behind Steve, her hands rested on his waist from behind, and boy did this move make Steve blush like crazy. He peddled on and when they had reached the top of a hill to ride down, he simply relaxed and let the bike glide down. As he did, he put his larger hand on top of y/ns and slightly grabbed onto her hand. It, too, was a simple move, but enough to bring a smile to Y/N's face. It was only one of the other three that noticed them both; not Eddie, but Robin. She pulled a face and knew instantly when all this shit was over, she was so going to tease them about this.

It was when they rode past a house, one that was dark and seemingly familiar. Nancy knew what house it was; Victor Creels' house. All five of them felt on edge as the lighting seemed stronger there, but it was y/n was even more on edge. Her grip on Eddie's jeans jacket that Steve was wearing got tighter and she swallowed. A shiver went down her spine as her eyes never left the house. "Don't worry, we'll meet very soon." The voice said it loudly in her head, and she turned her eyes away. She focused on other things, like how El was doing, she missed the girl.

When they turned into the trailer park, the sky was still occasionally lit up by lightning and red hues in splotches of the dark blue sky. Eddie was first as he led them all. "Right here!" He called out as he jumped off the bike.

Robin and Nancy did the same, throwing their bikes to the ground. y/n jumped off a few feet away from the rest, so Steve could easily jump off the bike and drop it.

"It's got to be a Guinness world record, most miles traveled interdimensionally." Robin pointed out as they all walked towards the door.

"I just inhaled a bunch of that crap." Steve coughed while taking up the flashlight and his other free hand went to take y/n's. Bold. "It's stuck in my throat."

"Funny, ain't it?" y/n commented as they walked inside. But as they walked in, it was right there, the gate. It was right as you entered the trailer, in the ceiling. Just like the one in the lake, it was small and had a skin-like cover that gave off a red hue. All of them commented on it, Eddie pointing out that that was exactly where Chrissy had died. Then it was Nancy who pointed out the movement of the skin-like layer.

y/n walked closer to get a better look, but Steve's hand was still intertwined with hers, which stopped her from walking much closer. But then, when the skin layer broke, all five jumped back and looked with wide eyes at the gate. But when looking closer, they could see something, something that was strange. It was then the muffled sound of a triumphal laugh from the other side of the portal that they all walked closer. only to find the kids standing upside-down from where they were and in Eddie's trailer. His real one. All smiles and happy. They all waved at one another happily and relived that this was going to be over in just a matter of minutes.

Dustin had thrown a bunch of tied together sheets to form some kind of rope. According to him, when they threw it to the other side, it should stay and not move. Max and Lucas had put down a mattress to land on. "All right, pull on it, see if it holds!" Dustin called.

Robin hung on the tied-together sheets as instructed, and when it held, she became the test rabbit to climb through. It worked like a charm, and Robin landed on her back on the mattress with a sigh. Next was Eddie, and then Nancy.

"Well," Steve turned to y/n. "See you on the other side."

Y/N nodded and smiled at him. "On the other side." With that, she let go of his hand and reached out to begin climbing.

Steve stood beside her and just made sure he was ready if she were to fall on the wrong side, so she wouldn't get more hurt. But y/n climbed like a champ. She went through the gate, and once she was upside down, her own weight became too much to hold up, so she let go. But instead of landing on the soft mattress, she fell into nothingness, falling into a black void that felt like forever. The sound of a grandfather-clock ticking around her as she fell into slow motion. That was until she landed stuck under something. She knew what this was, Vecna.

She then finds herself lying under a piece of debris, no, a piece of a car. Flames around her as she looked around, feeling small. The memories were all coming back as panic began to set in. And then she was standing on the road beside the burning car, watching as it burned and saw two shadows inside.

"Mom! Dad!" She called out for her biological parents, not those who she now called mom and dad. But for those two, whom she had lost at the age of five due to her dad not looking on the road when another cat came and crashed into theirs.

She had never even touched the tied sheets. Right as Steve had turned to y/n and help her through, he noticed how her hand was just completely floppy in his. Not holding on, just laying there. And when he had turned, her eyes were blue as the clearest of sky but rolled up in her head. Twitching.

"y/n," Steve squeezed her hand, but she didn't respond. She just stood there, unresponsive and in a worse place than she'd been in a year ago.

"y/n, please," He now stood in front of her, hands on her shoulders before moving to hold her cheeks. He was cold, and his stress levels began to go up. Once again, he shook her slightly, but nothing came out of her, no response. His blood ran cold with realization.

"Steve! What's going on? " Robin yelled through the gate as she began to worry over the way y/n just stood there. But his focus was elsewhere.

"Come please! Damn it, come back, fight it! " Steve shouted at the motionless girl whom he had just gotten to, at least in some way, able to show how much he cared for her. And she had shown she cared as much for him as well. They both loved one another, but here he was, trying to get her back to him just like a year before.

"What's going on?" Dustin asked with wide eyes. Max took a breath and swallowed.

"Vecna" was all she said.

Mah gog that's the longest I've ever written, new score I guess. Anyway, yes, I will write another part when Vol. 2 of season 4 comes out but until then you'll have to wait <3

Also, you can submit ideas to me with Steve now too. I plan on writing a lot for him lol, and I already have a few cute one-shots in my drafts. (+one with Robin)

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pikmin 4 incorrect quotes ^-^

Dingo: If I say I love you, will you say it back? 

Shepard: Yes. 

Dingo: I love you. 

Shepard: It back. 

*Later* 

Bernard: Why is Dingo crying face-down on the floor?

Pom: What’s it like being tall? 

Pom: Is it nice? 

Pom: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? 

Yonny: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want. 

Bernard: It was one time!

Dingo: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Yonny periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ 

Dingo: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Shepard: *trying to get five seconds of sleep* 

Bernard, poking Shepard’s arm: Shepard Shepard. Shepard. Shepard. 

Shepard: WHAT? 

Bernard: …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Shepard: Hey, Yonny, where are you going? 

Yonny: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. 

Yonny: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

Dingo: Let’s write Bernard a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass…

Shepard: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. 

Dingo: We could attack them with hummus. 

Shepard: I stand corrected. 

Dingo: Just keeping things in perspective.

Shepard: Alright, listen up you little shits. 

Shepard: Not you Pom. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Yonny: *eating a cinnamon roll* 

Dingo: Cannibalism. 

Yonny: *confused chewing noises*

Collin: A person can really hear themselves think out here. 

Collin’s mind: Did you leave the stove on? The front door unlocked!? WILL YOU DIE ALONE!? 

Collin: Well, that was a mistake.

Bernard: No problemo! 

Bernard, internally: But it was all problemo.

Bernard: Yonny and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. 

Collin: What did you do? 

Bernard: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- 

Yonny: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Dingo: I hate you. 

Yonny: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Yonny, texting: Answer your phone 

Dingo, texting back: Wait a minute, I can’t find my phone 

Yonny: Understood 

Yonny, 5 minutes later: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, Dingo.

Dingo: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! 

Shepard: Apparently, we're not.

Dingo: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? 

Yonny: 

Yonny: Why are you eating dirt? 

Dingo: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

Yonny: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. 

Yonny: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

Collin: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

Yonny: I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship. 

Dingo: These are handcuffs. 

Yonny: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

Dingo: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness— 

Yonny: Hi. 

Dingo: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends. 

Pom: Which one? I have seven. 

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. 

Pom: Which one? I have seven. 

Bernard, distantly: HEY!!!

Pom: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. 

Dingo: And you came to me?

Dingo: I don't dab. I stab.

Shepard: You really believe in Dingo? 

Bernard: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

Dingo: Sweet dog you got there. 

Police: Yes, this is our new drug sniffing dog. 

Dingo: Still training huh? 

Police: What do you mean? 

Dingo: 

Dingo: Never mind.

Shepard: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order? 

Dingo: Anchovies and pineapple. 

Pom: I like beets! 

Yonny: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza? 

Shepard: I’m disowning all of you.

Dingo: You use emojis like a straight person. 

Yonny: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

Dingo: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Bernard, talking to Dingo: Well Dingo, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Yonny do that?’ and if they would, I do not do that thing. 

Dingo: … 

Yonny, from the distance: They’re not wrong though!

Dingo: Is stabbing someone immoral? 

Yonny: Not if they consent to it. 

Bernard: Depends on who you're stabbing. 

Collin: YES??!!?

Bernard: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now. 

Shepard: Uh, Dingo and Pom are not getting along. 

Bernard: They’re not trying to kill each other. 

Shepard: You may have a point.

Shepard: Yesterday, I overheard Bernard saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Yonny replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Collin: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?? 

Dingo: Y- you were putting it in cold water?? 

Shepard: Collin. Answer the question, Collin. 

Collin: Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason. 

Collin: Plus you think I have the patience to boil water? 

Dingo: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes?? 

Shepard: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it? 

Dingo: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove? 

Shepard: It takes less than a minute. 

Dingo: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun??? 

Shepard: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove? 

Dingo: Like seven minutes?? 

Bernard: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan! 

Shepard: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? Bernard? Your stove is enchanted! 

Collin: Every single person here is a fucking lunatic. 

Pom: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

Bernard: I'm having problems with a guy... 

Yonny: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #pom pikmin #shepherd pikmin #collin pikmin #dingo pikmin #bernard pikmin #yonny pikmin #rescue corps pikmin #incorrect quotes #rambling :]

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

14. Osaka Trip - Rising Hope

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Reaching for the Stars, even if they are far away

It's the beginning of a new dream,

I do still believe

Getting into the house, where you presumably being held captured, was fairly easy for Conan—all he had to do was to climb on some trashcans (or whatever else stood there around) and pickpocket the small bathroom window—and for once Shinichi felt thankful, sending gratitude to the above, for being shrunk into a Child.

Letting himself fall down the small distance from the window to the floor, Conan tried to be quiet as possible—even though, he knew Daiki wasn't in the house anymore as the man had went out around thirty minutes ago and didn't returned, so it was safe to say that Daiki would be gone for some time—an hour or two probably—in case of there being a partner, ventured through the bathroom and into the hallway.

Conan listen, straining his hearing, for any kind of noises—the ones out of ordinary, like television—because a captive victim would and could never watch television—there weren't any and Conan sighed in relief.

Now, Conan thought, where could you be? There wouldn't be many options in this house and it didn't seem as if there was a basement—so the only few options to hide you away, holding you hostage, would be in a bedroom.

Conan took a wild guess, which he normally wouldn't do—as guessing in any kind of way is a unpredictable, uncertain mathematical process and could lead to an wrong conclusion or answer, a incorrectness even—but time's running thin and so he went straight upstairs to the bedrooms.

Conan found you in the second bedroom, laying on the ground and being covered with heavy blankets. It's strange that the door wasn't locked as you would have the chance to escape anytime soon—but Conan found out why the door never would be needed to be locked.

»[Name]? It's me, Conan, I'm getting you out of here.«

Conan kneeled down to your lumpy form, shaking—in what he guessed—your shoulder, whispering loudly enough for you to hear.

»Oh Conan, that's real sweet of you......but I don't think I can escape this.....«

Your voice, besides your mumbling of an reply—which Conan could barely hear, with how quiet you spoke—sounded hoarse and husked rough—sandpaper dry—as if you had screamed your throat and lungs raw—and every use of your vocal cords felt like a strain.

»What do you mean, you can't? Please, [Name], get up! You need to get up!«

Conan shook you again, trying to get a rise out of you—to get you up, even when it would mean he somehow has to carry you out—but to no avail, you didn't moved an inch.

When he shook you harder, moving your body more to the sides and hearing the rattling sound of chains—Conan halts in his movements, being frozen in a stupor.

»See? I told you, I'm not able to escape this. Go without me, Conan. Save yourself instead of me.«

You turned towards him, tired expression morphing into a gentle smile—wanting to let Conan known, that it was more than just okay now to leave you behind here—in the clutches of Daiki—moving the blankets away and holding up your wrists to symbolise just how serious you were about this.

Even with the small nightstand lamp, could Conan see how raw and bloody your skin had been rubbed under the metal of the chains. Chains—more like handcuffs—which were around your wrists and ankles.

Conan gulped, balling his hands into fists, looking at your face—which shows more than just mere exhaustion, a sort of accepting death with batting eyes and how loopy you looked to bed—and hoping to still see this certain glint of survival and life in your eyes—hoping, almost praying—wanting to beg—that you hadn't completely given up on yourself and your will, which is still a dwindling desire of tightrope act depending on a day's mood, to live.

Conan—Shinichi—too had seeing you close at entering death's door twice already—wishing desperately to never have to repeat such heart frighting fear again—and it had been moments like these, which thrived is sense of protection and justice—because all he ever wanted was to protect you, his dear little brother.

So hearing you say such things, such nonsense of wanting to stay here and being freely a victim of everything possible inhuman injustice doing—surged a wave of anger through him and Conan wanted to scream at you for being so insensitive, ignorant, stupid—selfish even—but then, while gazing at the hidden sadness in your tired eyes, he was reminded of Narumi.

The anger turned into a heartbeat of sadness and frustration—towards himself for not being able to be here, even though he was, at your side and lending you the strength and support you needed—albeit all that, Conan knew what he must do, to bring at least a bit of feistiness back in you.

»You can't give up now! Not when Shinichi has called and said he will be home soon! So, please [Nickname], get up! Aren't you a fighter?!«

»Did he now? Thank you Conan, but don't be silly, Shinichi never calls anymore—not me at least......oh, silly boy, You only can be a fighter if there's something worth to fight for.«

»No, no! He did call! I promise you he did! I–wait here, I'll get your phone and show you!«

You didn't stop Conan when he sprinted out of the room. Wouldn't be able to, not with how tightly you're chained at floor. You also hadn't the heart to tell him that your phone wasn't here—Daiki had probably destroyed it already by now.

But you found it endearing how Conan tried to give you one more surge of positivity in this dry situation of possible doom.

Conan returned back some minutes later—taking a few deep breaths to make it believable for you, that he really went searching for your phone, instead of letting known that he had it with him and sending you a SMS from his second phone.

»See! Shinichi did call and wrote you!« like an excited Child, Conan hold your phone up—showing you what's on your screen.

1 Missed Call from Shin-Chan♡,

1 SMS from Shin-Chan♡ ;

Sorry for the late response. Had some tough cases to solve, will be home soon, [Nickname]. Don't worry too much and congrats for your wins, will always believe in you!

– Shin-chan♡

You sniffed, lips wobbling and tears already spilling from your eyes as you read the SMS. You were confused how Shinichi could send you an SMS, when you were certain you had blocked his number—then again, with how many times you had to change your number, you couldn't remember if you had or not.

Not that you cared about this in the moment, because all what matters right now, was that Shinichi—your dear brother, which you sometimes thought would be forever gone—had wrote you after all these damned months of uncertainty and waiting in which you worried yourself sick.

Too good to be true, too good to be true. It's a fraud, a trick. Shinichi wouldn't send you a SMS, he doesn't care about you. A lovely meant lie it is.

»Don't be silly......Shinichi wouldn't text me, he doesn't care......don't be stupid.« you muttered, frowning at Conan

Conan frowned as well, anger starting to flow back and getting the worst out of him. What happened to you? You never were one to quit so damn fast and easily, so why? Why now?

»Since when do you give up so easily like a coward?! Aren't Heiji and I and the people you love worth it to fight for? Why do you stop now to believe, huh?! You promised to fight as long as you have faith!«

Maybe, you thought, glancing at Conan—who resembles so much Shinichi in younger years and looked at you with pleading eyes of upcoming hope—Shinichi is truly coming back home now and if that's true—even when it would just be another false hope in the end—than you might stand up one last time again.

Because the last thing you wanted, was the disappointment Shinichi would feel—when he knows you hadn't given it your all, that you didn't fought back like the fighter you promised him to be.

»Okay, Okay. We're getting out of here, munchkin. Bring me a knife from the kitchen. Time to free myself from these dumbass chains.« you told Conan, who nodded and sprinted out of the room again.

~~~

Conan looked at you with raised eyebrows, uncertainty written in his face. Breaking open the chains with a mere kitchen knife? Yeah, he wasn't so sure if that's gonna work at all. Not to forget that you could easily cut open your arteries in the process and bleed out.

You only smiled with a burst of self confidence at him, sitting cross legged on your makeshift bed.

»Daiki won't be back till Ten pm, said he's getting......a uhm surprise. Anyways. Gives us enough time.« you told Conan, starting with the cuffs at your ankles.

Sliding the knife in between the tiny space between your skin and the cuffs, you twisted it—so that the sharp side faced the metal—and started to bend it upward. You repeated the procedure a few times, ignoring the sharp strings whenever the knife slipped away and cut into your skin. Soon enough your ankles were free.

The handcuff like chains on your wrists took a bit longer as it wasn't all that easy. Though, slicing two times a bit too deep into your wrists, you were able to break out of them easily as well.

While you, in a drastic way—because in your words, searching for the dammed keys would take way too long and you had the right strength for it after all—broke yourself free from the chains, Conan let his eyes wander over you.

In all honesty, Conan didn't want to know what Daiki had done to you. Not with how your skin looked like—all bruised up, bloody and beat and colours of blue, purple, green and yellow mixing together as one.

Only four days had went by since you were kidnapped, but four days and these endless hours were enough to inflict you more than enough harm.

Your oversized shirt rose up a bit, showing the marks—various shapes of bites and cuts—around your thighs—and once again Conan felt not only anger flaring up, at Daiki for violating you in so many inhuman ways, but also disappointment in himself again because he wasn't able to protect at all, like how he promised he would.

The pained hiss from you, broke Conan out of his thoughts. Focusing back on you, Conan watched—his stomach slightly aching from the the sight, with how bloody and gory like your neck looked like—how you bend the barbed wire, which acted as a chain around your neck—and Conan thought how absolutely insane Daiki has to be, to use wire in such ways—and freeing yourself from it.

»Okay, okay. How did you get in here Conan?«

»Through the bathroom window downstairs, but I'm not sure of you fit through it...«

»We'll try. Okay, now first I need some shorts and a jacket and then we go.« you said, more to yourself.

You felt much more secure after you pulled some shorts on and fresh underwear as well. During these four days, being so nakedly exposed to someone like Daiki, was more than just sickening uncomfortable.

~~~

Once outside, Conan looked for Heiji—who said he would wait outside and keep watch—but he was nowhere to be seen.

Heiji also didn't answer his phone, when Conan tried to call him for a fourth time.

»And where do you think you're going, darling?«

Fuck.

Scooping Conan up in your arms, you bolted in the opposite direction from where Daiki stood.

Open your eyes and you will defeat the fear, which chains us

Because the world is waiting for us

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #anime #manga #malereader #xmalereader #case closed #detective conan/case closed #detective conan #dcmk #heiji hattori x male reader #heiji x male reader #heiji hattori #shinichi kudo

[rotisseries]

not a fan of how ellie's agency is being talked about in this situation. obligatory disclaimer that everyone involved takes away her agency and that DOES include the fireflies and I DON'T support what they did either, because I obviously am a supporter of informed consent, and also from an emotional standpoint I am on joel's side because I do not want ellie dead and I wouldn't want him to make a different decision. but I will still probably talk about joel's decision more because that's the one that had a larger emotional effect on ellie.

anyway. baseline facts we need to establish here are that BOTH parties did. not. care. about ellie's agency. the fireflies do not ask her if she'd like to die for the cure, because they don't care what the answer is, they plan on getting that cure either way. joel ALSO does not care about ellie's agency in this situation. I've seen people say that he wasn't doing that because the fireflies "started it" or whatever, and that he was simply rescuing her from the inability to make that decision. and this is not entirely true, because he argues with marlene a fair amount, and if that mattered to him he probably would've tried to insist that marlene wake ellie up and ask her, but more importantly, even if ellie had been awake and said yes, he still would've taken her out of there, because she's his daughter, and he's not gonna let anyone take his daughter again. in that moment, for joel, it is very much about him and about how he does not want to lose another daughter. so both parties took away ellie's agency in this situation. the fireflies didn't give her an option to say no, and joel would not have let her say yes, so ellie had no agency here due to BOTH. PARTY'S. ACTIONS.

moving on, I've seen a fair amount of talk about how joel is in the right because as a parent he's the only one who should be able to make that decision. I've seen things about how ellie is 14 and traumatized, and so she could not truly consent. and it's not that I disagree entirely with those points, ellie IS traumatized, and a large part of her desire to give her life for a cure comes from her survivors guilt. I also generally wouldn't want to put the fate of the world on a 14 year old's shoulders. where I'm having the problem though, is that in this situation, to me, even with those points, ellie is STILL the only one qualified to make these decisions about her life. not marlene. not joel. just ellie.

first of all, I feel like this is a situation in which no one, no matter age or trauma level, could truly consent. "die for this or doom the world" is an inherently coercive situation, so true consent just can't be reached honestly. but with that established, I don't see why ellie isn't equally as capable of consenting as anyone else. there's no saying she doesn't truly get the gravity of this situation, she gets it probably better than most, she's seen lots of death. and we also can't hold a 14 year old in the apocalypse to the standards of a 14 year old in our world. ellie should not have gone through the things she's been through, she shouldn't have the world on her shoulders, but she's in this situation regardless, what difference does another 4 years make here? and I think it's incorrect to say this makes her incapable of deciding what happens with her life. "she's traumatized and has survivors guilt" what if this was joel? joel has canonically suffered survivor's guilt, and he tried to kill himself. if he was the one who was immune, could he truly consent? or would he not be in the right mental space for it? if this were a 14 year old in our world with a medical condition of some sort that put them in a situation where they had to decide whether they wanted to live or not, I would still want that 14 year old to have the autonomy to decide. I wouldn't want that decision to be just up to their parents, it's not the parent's life!!

and most critically, who other than ellie should even be allowed to make this decision? if you think a parent should be allowed that agency over their kids life, that's fair, but joel, as much as he loves her, is not her parent. they care about each other a lot, but he is still just a man she's traveled with for a year. she's been alone her entire life, and now, when it matters most, should decisions about herself, and her life, go to someone else?

#just. idk. “joel as the parent made the decision he had the right to” he is not actually her parent though #idk. just. feels like it's veering into “ellie viewed only as an extension of joel” territory sometimes. idk #this is a bit long winded isn't it. sorry #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us #the last of us hbo #ellie williams

[feathersnflowers]

so I wanted to try writing something because idk it's fun and I decided to start a little fanfic on an au. Basically (I'm still working out some of it) Philip is Hunter's abusive Uncle that keeps him locked up in the old house then one day he finds a little girl (vee) out on her own so he decides to kidnap her so hunter can have a little friend (I mean he doesn't really care about hunter being happy he just hopes he'll be a little less clingy) then about two months later the authorities find out who kidnapped vee and arrest Philip. Also Sorry if there's anything in it that doesn't make sense or is incorrect I didn't really know how this kind of stuff would work and I didn't want to research.

Chapter 1

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Hunter woke up to the sound of people arguing; which was strange, there was never anyone else in the house besides him, Uncle Philip, and Vee. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked over at Vee, peacefully sleeping. He was tempted to go downstairs and investigate, but he though it better to stay with Vee. Plus, his uncle would probably get mad if he did.

Since Vee wasn't awake and he couldn't go see what was happening, he decided to clean up the area a little. Uncle had let Vee and him make a pillow fort in their room the other night, meaning there were pillows, blankets, and toys strewn about all over the floor. He was almost done picking up when he heard footsteps, followed by knocking on the door.

"Yes?" he asked softly, holding on to a pink frog plushy.

The door creaked open and a tall woman with short, dirty blond hair, held up in a ponytail walked in. She was met by the ten-year-old boy looking up at her. The women crouched down to his level before speaking.

"Hey there buddy." she smiled "I'm here to help you. Have you seen a little girl by the name of Vee around here?"

Hunter tensed up a bit. "Yeah, she's sleeping right there." he informed her quietly, pointing to where the girl was sleeping in a pile of pillows.

"Thank you." she said getting up and moving over to the girl, picking her up gently. "Come, follow me." she instructed. Hunter looked around nervously before timidly walking close to the women, still hugging the plush tight.

They snuck quietly down the stairs to the dimly lit living room, the house seemingly empty.

The women led him outside. He squinted in the bright sunlight, trying to shield his eyes with his hand. When he adjusted he looked around, taking in the scene. There were a couple of cars, and people going in and out of the house while talking. They all looked so serious.

The women set Vee down on the ground, shaking her carefully to wake her up. Vee opened her eyes slightly and rubbed the sleep out, looking up at the women. "Hey there Vee, I'm here to get you back to your mama, alright?" she told the girl.

"Mama." Vee smiled, then sat up, looking around. " Wait, where's Hunter?" Vee asked "Is he ok?"

"Is this him?" The woman questioned, reaching behind herself, gingerly grabbing Hunter's arm, and pulling him over into Vee's vision. He had been watching all the grownups going in and out of the house.

Vee smiled "Yeah." she said.

Hunter looked around again

"Where's Uncle?" Hunter asked, looking up at the woman.

"Oh, well, he's going somewhere far away, and you won't be able to see him for a while, but you'll be ok I promise we'll find you a good home with loving parents." she said, puting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What?" he asked, starting to shake a little. "D-did he die?" Hunter's voice cracked.

"No no no, he's not dead, he's just in jail" the woman reassured, seeing the boy's panicked face.

"Oh..." he said, looking down.

"Hey Bree, Camila said she's almost here, so get Vee ready-" said a voice from behind them. He paused before speaking again. "Who's that?" He asked, limply pointing to Hunter.

"Oh this is Hunter, I think he's Philip's nephew." She answered, rubbing the boys arm gently.

"So what do we do with him?"

"Well, we could bring him to an orphanage or foster care?"

"Actually, I should probably go tell Gary about the kid, this is his kinda stuff."

The man then walked away.

"Did you hear that, Vee, your mama is coming." Bree smiled, looking back at Vee. "Let's move closer to where she'll be coming from."

With that, she helped Vee stand up, putting her hand behind the girls back, and started walking towards the curb in front of the house. But Hunter didn't move. When Bree noticed, she looked over her shoulder.

"You too, Hunter. I'm not just going to leave you alone."

Hunter startled at that, then walked towards her and Vee, still standing close, but not touching.

After a couple minutes of standing there, a car pulled up and a short woman got out. She had curly brown hair, dark tan skin, and glasses.

"Vee, baby!" She cried, running over to Vee and hugging her tight.

"Mama!" Vee sobbed into the woman's shoulder.

"Oh my sweet baby, I'm so glad you're ok." The woman sighed with relief, pressing a few kisses into the girl's forehead.

The woman looked up at Bree with tears in her eyes, "Thank you so much." She smiled, holding the girl close in her arms

"Just doing my job." Bree answered. "I'm glad she's safe too."

The woman gave Vee one last kiss before standing up, still holding the girl. "Are you ready to go home, Mija?" She asked, looking at her daughter.

Vee opened her mouth to say yes, but remembered Hunter. "Almost, I just need to say goodbye to someone." She hopped out of the women's arms and walked up to Hunter, before hugging him. "Goodbye Hunter."

Hunter's eyes were wide and full of tears. "V-vee?" He choked, trying not to cry. "W-Where are you going?." he asked, knowing exactly where.

"Home." She said simply. "I'll miss you."

She was about to go, when Hunter wrapped his arms around her. "Please don't leave." He sobbed

"I'm sorry." She apologized, before freeing herself from his grasp. His knees started wobbling and he crumpled to the ground, shaking and sobbing, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Vee looked at him, then to her mom, not knowing what to do.

Camila looked over at the small boy with a soft expression, then looked over at Bree. "Does he have any family coming for him?" She asked with a gentle tone.

"No, he's Philip's nephew" Bree informed her.

Camila smiled "Then I'll take him with me." When she looked back to the boy he was looking up at her with disbelief. She smiled warmly at him and crouched down at his side.

"So, what do you say? Would you like to come home with Vee and I?" She asked, stretching her arm out to him.

His eyes filled with more tears, and he covered his face as he started crying again. Camila gently wrapped her arms around the boy and he snuggled in close, soon joined by Vee.

Bree smiled. "I think that'll be just fine."

#the owl house #toh hunter #toh vee #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #toh au #the owl house au #toh hunter au #hunter noceda #vee noceda #hunter toh #vee toh #toh camila #camila toh #camila noceda #toh philip #fanfic