#I’m sure it’ll knock everything else right out the part

[eddywoww]

I know literally all soulmate mark fics have been done (tw: scarification and abuse)

But I’m imagining one where Steve has a mark and it’s fucking huge on his forearm. It says “Are you okay?” And his mom absolutely hates it. She glares at it when it pops up when he’s only eight years old and she won’t stop talking about it, won’t let it go.

She wants it gone.

So she pays to have it lazered off. Steve hates the process, cries before and during and after because he’s only a little boy and it hurts so badly.

But it doesn’t work. The phrase only pops up somewhere new. On his ankle. It’s a little smaller but it’s the same phrase. He tries to hide it this time but it’s no use, his mom spots it at a clothes fitting. Being rich meant that he had little to no privacy growing up.

She takes him to a different place this time and the process is even worse and Steve wishes they’d get better at it. Soulmarks aren’t like tattoos. The process is much more painful even than that. And poor Steve doesn’t get why he can’t have it, why his mom doesn’t want him to have it.

He would figure out later that she only wanted to control everything aspect of his life. The next time it pops up, she gets more egregious. Wants it to be cut out of his skin. Steve sobs the night before, knows it’ll scar so much worse on the meat of his bicep. He hates it, hates that she won’t let him have this and he just doesn’t understand. He keeps hoping it’ll show up somewhere she won’t find it.

After many failed tries, it finally does.

Steve almost doesn’t believe it when he finds the phrase, as tiny as possible, on the sole of his foot. He hides it. He wears socks, he tries his best to make sure his mom never sees it. He spends his teenage years trying harder and harder to get away from her. Stealing and saving money, making sure she can’t keep him locked away anymore.

Steve runs away eventually. Ends up going to college and buying goodwill furniture and getting a part time job and-

But it’s rough because he’s always been sort of shut in. A pretty ornament for his mom to show off at parties and galas. He didn’t spend much time around other kids. So school makes him nervous. Anxious to a startling degree.

It happens on a normal Tuesday. He’s in the campus lunchroom, a tray in hand. It’s shaking, his drink nearly spilling as he tries to make his way through the moving mass of students. It’s too much, all his senses firing at one hundred or more.

And then it happens. He almost drops the tray as someone bumps into him, only to grab Steve by the elbows, turning big brown eyes and curly hair toward him. A boy. A very attractive, apologetic looking boy.

Steve was mesmerized before he even opened his mouth.

“Are you okay?” The boy asks in shock. “I didn’t mean to almost knock you down, man. That’s my bad.”

Steve stares at him like he’s just seen the sun for the first time.

“I like your hair,” He says, because he can’t think of anything else to say and he really does.

Eddie Munson nearly drops him a second time. Just behind his ear, he too wears a phrase. Unscarred and unmarked. He has no problem showing it to Steve right there in their busy campus lunchroom.

“I like your hair.”

Eddie might be without Steve’s scars but he has some of his own. A life well lived, not very far from Steve. They don’t lament over lost time. After all, it was meant to be.

#blurbs #this is pure fluff wow #my fic

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 60

part 1 | part 59 | ao3

cw: reference to canonical minor character death

Max slams the phone down, knocking her forehead against the wall. Sixteen calls in a row and still no answer. “I give up,” she sighs. “You should just go.” “Seriously?” Steve protests. “And just leave you here? Alone? After—?” After all that? He throws his hands out like an umpire calling a safe. “No. No way.” “Look, my mom will be home soon, you can’t—” “—I’m not letting you get hurt—!” “—What are you gonna do? Fight my nightmares for me?”

“Maybe I will,” Steve mutters under his breath, pissed off and replaying the conversation on repeat while he gets ready. Feels like a psycho for doing it; feels certifiably unhinged just going about his evening after everything that happened, putting on a clean shirt and choking himself in a cloud of Farrah Fawcett spray so he can go pick up the sweet-but-stupid girl named Brenda he promised to take to the game tonight; so he can go cheer in the bleachers like he didn’t almost die.

(Or like, very vividly hallucinate his own death, which... Yeah. Doesn’t feel any less horrific.)

But whatever. Max is right. Without El, there’s really nothing to do but wait. Hop’s dead, Bob’s dead, Joyce is thirty hours away. Owens is off the table, too. What’s Steve gonna do? Call the government and tell them to come nuke the boogeyman? He doesn’t have any proof. 

He also doesn’t want to freak Dustin or any of the other kids out without knowing for sure what’s going on and what, if anything, can be done about it, so...

Fuck.

Fuck!

He gets dressed; he goes out. Picks up Brenda and does his best to be nice to her even though she gets on his nerves the moment she gets into his car, and he buys them sodas at the gas station and doesn't say a word when she spills Sprite down the side of his passenger seat.

The school is packed when they show up — the crowd in high spirits, the marching band leading chants. Nancy's reporting from the sidelines, Lucas is laughing with his teammates on the bench, and Steve leads Brenda toward the bleachers and does his best not to think. Not about the graveyard, not Max, not the looming threat of cosmic terrors. Not about the fact that Eddie is somewhere in this building, probably looking all hot and menacing while he leads tonight's campaign. Probably perched on a prop throne drinking Mountain Dew from a painted chalice like a fucking dork; probably making it look sexy, anyway. Tight jeans, legs spread, an air of casual command…

Steve could go find him. He could make everyone else leave; he could get on his knees and crawl between Eddie's legs—

"Does it bother you that we might win the championship, like, right after you graduated?"

Reality comes back like a slap in the face. "Yeah, that's an excellent question, Brenda, thank you so much for bringing that up."

They get settled into their seats, and Steve wishes he were more excited when the ref throws the jump ball, but he mostly just wants to go home. ("You always want to go home," the Robin in his head reminds him, and the Robin in real life throws him a weird look when she catches him snorting to himself about it.) He's just tired. Worn down in his bones, hollowed where he thinks his marrow should be, and he's clinging to normalcy with a sort of sweaty desperation that he’s pretty sure Brenda can smell on him because the date just sucks; it’s so bland, so mutually boring and bored. He spends most of the night mouthing stupid shit at Robin or keeping a sharp eye on the court — anything to ignore his proximity to Eddie; anything to drown out his messed-up head and heart. 

When the game finally ends Brenda gets a ride to a party with some friends. Steve goes back to Dustin’s place and paces a hole into the carpet. Stays up until 3 A.M., humming a Fleetwood Mac song.

In the morning, he tells himself as he drifts into fitful sleep. 

In the morning it’ll be fine. 

In the morning Max will come by the store like she promised, and they’ll keep trying until they get ahold of El, or Owens, or someone, and that someone will know what to do and how to help.

—

In the morning the TV tells him there’s a dead girl in his house.

—

part 61

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson

[rrenzwrld]

sound of my heart II

second part! read first part here

may or may not be dragging this but…i’d probably write one more part after this and it’ll be it so, enjoy!

all of you are beautiful, kind, smart, and more than capable. love you guys!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

ony had eventually read the message and responded saying that he was on the way. although jadeja and taylor wanted to stick around to see how you’d really handle the situation, they ended up leaving the two of you alone.

“you said you wanted to talk to me about something? make it quick, i got practice in an hour.” now that you were on a time limit, you were pushed farther away from what you knew you were supposed to do.

“did you…change your cologne recently?” ony tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“nah, why?”

“you didn’t smell how you normally smell so i just thought you were trying something different.”

“how do i smell?” like someone else.

“just different.” ony nodded, looking into a blank space on the walls of your room.

“cool, is that all?” of course you wanted to say more but because you prioritized your boyfriend’s time over your own right now, you opted to let it go and hoped to forget about it over time. so you shook your head and watched him get up and head towards the door. “hug?” you gave in and hugged him for another time that day, realizing that he had a completely different outfit on fitting for the practice he’d have in less than an hour. but the smell still lingered and the words itching to escape your throat couldn’t be withheld any longer.

“who…is she?” you whispered against his collarbone as you slowly pulled away from him.

“what?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” it was as if your soul left your body. you hadn’t acknowledged how shaky your voice had become.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” you repeated but with more confidence in your voice. “just answer me, ony.”

“there is no ‘she’, y/n. i don’t know what the hell you’re going on about but i gotta go.” before you could say anything else, ony had left as quickly as he came. like you thought, trying to step out of your comfort zone to confront a man who had a hard time listening to you in the first place was a complete waste of your time.

weeks had gone by and you didn’t have the energy to do much of anything but go to class, get food, and come back to your room. of course you’d hang out with jadeja and taylor occasionally, but you couldn’t shake the fact that you hadn’t talked to your boyfriend in weeks even after he left for another one of his away games. you weren’t even sure if he was your boyfriend anymore. the last conversation you had with him was the first time you ever thought to speak up to what you had an issue with and you never thought that would be the one time it crashes everything.

“it’s the fact he hasn’t called or texted you either. definitely has another bitch.”

“deja.” taylor side-eyed at jadeja’s comment.

“i’m being honest. i wanna beat the nigga ass for you but i’m more proud of you for doing what you needed to do. how he reacted says everything.” mentally, you weren’t there.

“i wanna go to chipotle.” jadeja and taylor looked up at you. “yall coming?”

“shit…don’t have to tell me twice. c’mon deja!” taylor slid on her ugg slides and threw on her coat as she waited with you at the door for jadeja to get her shoes on.

the three of you got to chipotle and you were the first to order so you just sat and waited for deja and taylor to be done. you scrolled on your phone a bit before getting bored and putting it down to listen and watch the people around you subtly. but you knew you were listening too hard when you thought you heard ony’s name. you heard his name but you looked around and he wasn’t there so you just thought you were tripping.

“i don’t know if it’s me being nosy but i think that’s the new bitch that’s got ony’s attention.” deja walked over with taylor and you saw that she was dying to tell you that. you and taylor subtly looked up to see a pretty girl giggling and laughing while looking to be she was on facetime with someone.

“that could be anybody, deja. yall ready?”

“let’s go this way…” deja led the way towards the other door in the store that would put the three of you in the background of the girl’s phone. luckily she wasn’t budged by it. but unfortunately for you, the person the girl was on facetime with had his face completely in the camera and you hated yourself for even taking a glance over.

all of you got back in the car and discussed what happened.

“y/n please tell me you saw that.” deja turned to you and you looked straight ahead, trying not to cry.

“you okay?” taylor reached over from the back seat and rubbed your back. but you didn’t know why but that set you off and you just began crying. crying until you couldn’t stop. you hadn’t cried about it since it happened but the thing was that you weren’t even really sure what happened. you just knew that whatever it was, it was over and you couldn’t take it. you loved ony and the fact that it was more than possible that you lost him without even a blink of your eye without any explanation was hurting you everywhere at once.

“it’s not your fault, girlie…” taylor and deja consoled you.

“right, he a bitch forreal. you’re beautiful, smart, good head on your shoulders, everything.”

“he lost a great thing. it’s his loss and he’ll regret it.” you couldn’t help but smile through your swollen eyes and that’s all your friends wanted right then. but all the crying made you hungry.

“awww pretty,” taylor wiped the tears from your face. “ready to eat now? shit’s getting cold.” you laughed and deja agreed with her.

you had just initially planned to go to chipotle but deja and taylor decided to make a “quick trip” to the mall that lasted a few hours. all the time you spent away from your phone and in your room helped you cope somewhat with how you were feeling. you wished the day could last forever. but nothing lasts forever.

[ ony!❤️ ] : hey

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader #aot onyankopon #college au

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - a lifetime ago

Would you be able to do another Master Chief (John-117) x reader with this “I don’t remember you… I’m sorry…” “that’s alright, how about we start again, from square one?” prompt from your 2024 prompt list? Seems pretty fitting for him. (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ - Anon💜

Jogging down the hallway, you made your way to the office you were called to and knocked on the door before entering.

“Miranda? Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry I didn’t mean to worry you.”

You nodded your head, walking over and you clasped your hands behind your back as you stood next to her.

“The Spartans ship was damaged on their last mission, I was wondering if maybe you could rush the fixes for me?”

“Do you have the details of the damage, I’ll let you know if it’s something I can do or if we need to wait.”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you so much for this honestly I know you’ve just finished your shift but it’s stressing Riz and Vennik out that it’s in such a bad state.”

“Yeah, I’ve had those two before about the damage of the suits or weapons. They need to know everything is in working order.”

You looked at the wall as she pulled up the schematics of the ship, highlighting the damaged areas.

Walking over to the table you read through the very detailed damage reports, the extent of the damage, how it was caused, measurements and everything you needed to know.

She showed you footage from the Spartan’s helmets when they landed back on reach.

“Is it something you can fix?”

“I think so, I’ll have to see it for myself just to check.”

“I’ll take you, I think John and Kai might still be there.”

You nodded, following behind her back down the hallways.

“This isn’t usually your task Miranda, why are you doing it?”

“Well, since I’m now currently in charge of the Spartan programme I have to deal with everything related. You’re the best engineer I know in this whole place.”

“Ouch, so we’re only friends for my skills?”

“Isn’t that why you’re friends with me?”

You smirked a little.

“I’m bound to hit my head a few times.”

She laughed a little, heading into the hanger with you close behind, and she took you to the ship.

The two Spartans she mentioned were inside the ship talking to one another.

“The outside is a priority right now.”

Miranda took you to the right side, explaining all the damage, then the front, then the back.

“There is some on the top as well, John had to break one of the doors on the inside, due to all the damage the systems began to fail.”

“I’ll have to run some diagnostics, but I can fix the outside now, it’ll take a couple of days, would they have another ship they could use in the meantime in case?”

“We do. However we need this one up and running as soon as possible.”

You turned around, saluting him before clasping your hands behind your back.

“While I’m fixing the external damage I’ll run the diagnostics at the same time, once I’ve found the damages to the inside I can get your systems up and running, then work on your internal repairs.”

He gave a nod.

“I’ll be watching you.”

“I understand, that’s fine.”

You turned back to your friend.

“I’ll get started now, I’ve got nothing else to do, my team can handle the other repairs that people wanted done. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you so much.”

She turned around to the Spartan behind you.

“John, please make sure she takes breaks, eats and rests, she will just work through it for days.”

“I will.”

With that she left, and you looked to John.

“I need to head back to my office to grab some things, would you be able to help?”

He nodded, and you took him to your office.

“I’ll need that toolbox.”

You grabbed a bag and picked it up, then held the door open for John before trailing after him.

“Parker’s?”

The man looked over.

“I need that whole unit of scrap, the damaged parts from the Spartans ships over the time, and all the new parts we have as well.”

“I’ll bring them over now.”

“Thanks.”

You made your way back to ship, bringing a few things over so you could reach the damage on the top first.

Taking your uniform jacket, you tossed it behind you, tucking your vest into your trousers.

John was stood there carefully watching you, looking at the tattoos going up your left arm, a few scars littered about your arms.

There was something about you, your face, that felt so oddly familiar but he knew for a fact he had never seen you around.

He had never crossed paths with you.

“You know a photo would last longer.”

John furrowed his brows a little bit.

“What?”

You laughed a little but, looking up at him as you grinned.

“It’s a saying, it’s old, but it basically means that someone knows when you’re staring. Like you’re trying to take a photo with your mind.”

“I see. I have never heard that before.”

“You can use it to be sarcastic too, if somebody you don’t like is staring at you you can say that to them, it gets them all annoyed.”

John furrowed his brows.

“Does this mean you don’t like me? I don’t particularly understand.”

“No chief, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I just felt awkward with you staring at me.”

He nodded his head.

“If I make a cut into this metal can you bend it back towards you?”

“Yes.”

John walked over to help.

You would hold small conversations with him from time to time while working, and he kept a close eye on the time.

When it came to dinner he had Riz come through with some food.

“(Y/N) you need to eat.”

“I’m nearly done with this bit.”

“I was told to ensure you eat on a regular basis and take breaks. You have been working for four hours.”

You shrugged a little bit, flicking the welding mask up.

“It’s fine, just set it down there somewhere please.”

“Your vital signs are showing that you need to eat, and drink some water.”

“Oh we’re monitoring vitals now? I don’t know if that’s creepy or cute.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion and you laughed at him, flicking your visor back down.

“I’ll come down later.”

John stood there a little confused.

He wasn’t sure what to do, so he walked over to the intercom to ask Miranda what he should do since you wouldn’t come down.

After a few minutes he mad his way up, and he waited for you to set the welding gun down, then he walked over.

Placing his hands on your arms he picked you up.

“Usually I’m all for people picking me up John but this is a little out of context.”

“I have been given permission to use any means available to get you to take breaks and eat.”

He turned around, setting you on the ground and then he crossed his arms.

“Oh okay big guy, you gonna block me huh?”

You smirked a little, the ran to the right, before quickly changing to the left, and he caught you, placing you back where the ladders down were.

“You have strength and speed, I have agility on my side, and the power of caffeine.”

You tried to run again, but he just grabbed the back of your protective suit, and you dropped, just hanging there.

“Son of bitch. Come on Chief, just let me finish this task.”

“Take your break.”

You sighed, raising your hands and nodded.

John let you go and made sure you went back to the ground before following you, making sure you were going to eat.

John was a huge help when it came to fixing the damages.

He made sure you were taking regular breaks then late at night he made sure you were heading back to your quarters for the night.

What John didn’t know is that you would sneak back to carry on working later on into the night.

He thought after two days when he caught you napping inside the ship it wasn’t hard to figure out that you were still working.

John stood there, a little unsure what to do.

He just draped your jacket over you, tidying the mess of papers and tools all around you and went to do some of his own work nearby while he waited.

After an hour he went back over, and he noticed you had moved, things falling out the pockets of your jacket.

He picked them up to set them aside and he noticed the sketch.

As an engineer you had the skills necessary in order to draw, what he wasn’t expecting was the see the young boy he saw in his visions.

He titled his head a little.

“I don’t know what happened to him.”

You slowly sat up, putting your jacket back on and put everything else back into your pockets.

“I carry it around with me so I don’t forget him, because nobody should be forgotten.”

“Who did you know him?”

“He was my best friend, we used to do everything together. His name was John. My mom and dad told me he died.”

John slowly nodded his head, handing you the sketch back.

“Do you kiss him?”

“Everyday, I never forgot a single memory I made with him.”

You gave John a sad smile and stood up, stretching a little.

“He didn’t die.”

You snapped your gaze to him.

“What?”

“I believe that I am that boy, I see him in my visions. I think that is me.”

You studied him for a moment.

“No…”

You jogged away, heading straight Miranda, slamming the sketch on the table.

“Is he John? Master chief?”

She looked at him, and looked at you.

“We have no files on record that go that far back (Y/N), but yes, from what we know that’s him. How do you know.”

The door opened and you turned around.

“You knew me back then? What was I like?”

“What?”

He sighed, looking down at the ground before looking back at you.

“Do you know me? Remember me?”

John shook his head.

“I don’t remember you… I’m sorry…”

You nodded, but you smiled regardless.

Walking over you held your hand out to him.

“That’s alright, how about we start again, from square one?”

“Will you tell me what you remember?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know.”

John nodded, and he shook you hand, both of your formally introducing yourselves to one another.

Friends from what was a lifetime ago for John, and maybe you held the missing links he needed to remember things, but there was an odd comfort in knowing he wasn’t lost.

He wasn’t forgotten.

He was always remembered

#halo #halo x reader #halo x you #halo imagine #halo the series #John 117 #John 117 x reader #john 117 x you #John 117 imagine #master chief #master chief x reader #master chief x you #master chief imagine

[talaok]

I’ve dreamed of this (Part I)

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change. This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary: After solving a case the team goes to a bar to blow off some steam, and inevitably, the tension between you and Spencer grows.

warnings: alcohol consumption

Y/n 

Knock knock. You looked up from the pictures of the 16-year-old victim found in the woods two days ago. You had caught her killer today, and as you filed the case in the solved pile, you had felt it was your duty, or at least the respectful thing to do, to give her one last goodbye before you inevitably had to move on. You hated this part of your job. You hated the need to not get attached. You knew it was right, that if you did start caring too much you wouldn't have been able to do your job anymore.  That if you started to think of the bodies in front of you as sons or daughters, as loved and cared for, you wouldn't have been able to help them anymore. And so you didn't. You looked at everything objectively, only focusing on the technical aspects of it all, but for every case, Once you solved it or once, unfortunately, you had to give up on it, you granted yourself 10 minutes. 10 minutes of humanity and mourning in front of the tragedy you had just spent weeks treating with detachment. And it seemed that today, your ten minutes had been interrupted. "Y/n you coming?" Derek was smiling at you. "Huh?" "We're going to get a drink"  "Oh" you laughed softly "yeah, sure. Just give me a minute" "ok, great" he turned away just to turn back around "I'm sorry if I interrupted your little ritual," he apologized with a genuinely worried expression. You shook your head, of course, he knew about it. You always somehow forgot you were surrounded by people whose job was literally reading others "it's fine. Don't worry" you reassured him as he walked away from your desk, this time actually.

"c'mon pretty boy" You had packed your bag, exited your cubicle, and walked to the glass doors to meet the others to find Morgan talking to a very unsure Spencer. "yeah come on pretty boy" you joked as you elbowed the poor man. Derek grinned "He says he's too tired" he nodded at him. Spencer threw his head back in exasperation, his adam's apple in full view as he stretched his long neck, his honey hair falling back with it. "Oh.Not a chance" you turned to him  "I really am" he mumbled "Spence you need to relax" "I can relax at home"  "come on it'll be fun" you raised your eyebrows "we can dance " his lips twitched into a sly smile "and have a drink with alcohol in it this time" you placed your hand on his arm and noticed how he gulped "and you can tell me all about whatever statistic there is about how dirty bars are and I promise I'll listen"  His eyes fell to the floor and then back up to you. You could see on his face he had already surrendered "You know I don't dance" "We'll see" you smiled maliciously as his eyes traveled down to your lips. He cleared his throat “I just- I have to get a thing from my desk” “Alright just don't try to sneak out of here Spence”  “I wouldn’t dare” he laughed, turning around. You let your eyes linger on his frame a little longer before turning to Derek. He chuckled “What?” He put his hands in front of him in defense, still smiling smugly “nothing. It’s just interesting how he never seems to say no to you” “Well, what can I say? I have my charm” you joked He winced “yeah I’m not sure it’s just that” “Oh stop it” you rolled your eyes at his assumption. It wasn’t the first time he suggested it. “I'm just saying.” He shrugged “ you don’t see dr. Spencer Reid stutter every day” "When will you stop with this theory of yours?" "When you'll admit I'm right" You scoffed "yeah right" He raised an eyebrow knowingly and you scowled at him as Spencer approached. "I didn't sneak out"  "I see that, you're a man of your word " you smiled, sensing Morgan's lips twitch into a cocky grin. "we should go" he said "The others are already there"

"well hello" you said as a series of all kinds of greetings met your ears, variating from hotch's polite - hello - to Penelope's - hello my most precious -. You sat down next to Emily and after a moment of hesitation, spencer set next to you. Now, you weren't stupid, hell, studying people's behavior was your job, so yes, you had been lying to Derek before. You weren't certain about it, but you had a suspicion that what he enjoyed suggesting so much was actually the truth. You had noticed it a long time ago. You had joined the bureau about a year after he had, and even if you weren't that experienced of a profiler you could see how he acted differently when he was with you. He was always awkward, I mean, it's spencer Reid we're talking about, but when he was with you he was even more. he had trouble looking you in the eyes, would freeze after even the slightest touch, and was very hesitant to talk to you, and when he did, he would often find himself stuttering or blushing or saying - sorry- with that little sweet voice of his a lot.  But you didn't let go. you knew that under all that shyness and awkwardness there would be someone extremely interesting. and you were right. As time went by he got better, he started speaking to you voluntarily, engaging in long conversations, filled with dorky jokes and boring data, conversations that you started to adore and that, time after time, made you two learn more about each other than you could have ever imagined. But after all this time, after 4 whole years, you would notice how he sometimes would still when you touched him, or how when you wore a little more revealing clothes it was hard to have him look you in the eyes,or millions of others small things that made you question what you actually meant to him. But there were two fundamental problems, and as much as you wanted to explore that thought that sometimes crept into your mind, these always seemed to be there to remind you not to. The first one being the fact that you were and are, co-workers, as in workers that work together, as in workers that basically live in their office and that travel constantly together, and that have done 2 days of holidays collectively this year. And let's not forget, coworkers as in workers who cannot have relationships with one another due to the very strict policy their boss has everyone follow.  So that was one And the second, which, even if it should have probably been the opposite, was the one that scared you the most, was that most importantly, you were friends. Best of them for that matter. You had known each other for four full years, and in those years you had both gone through so much and had been each other's lifeline for so long that you felt like if you ruined everything, if, let's say you actually did something about what he felt, or most importantly, what you felt, and things didn't work out or it turned out you had read everything wrong, well then, you wouldn't know how to do it anymore. How to do it without him by your side. And so you stopped yourself. Every time you started even thinking about the possibility of doing something about all the beats your heart would skip when he complimented you, you thought of the worst possible outcome and forced yourself to bottle everything up. You didn't want to lose him. You just couldn't. "So what are we drinking?" JJ said "How 'bout some shots?" Emily immediately intervened as hotch scowled at her. "We have work tomorrow" "And we had work today" she raised an eyebrow and he nodded slightly, as he always did when he was unenthusiastically approving of something. Emily smiled as little shouts of excitement left JJ's and Penelope's throats. You leaned closer to spencer and whispered "this is not gonna end well", earning a little laugh from him. The same sound that every time made you feel all warm and squishy inside. Like you didn't know what to do with your hands anymore. "well whatever happens I'm here" he bent down to murmur against your ear, his breath tickling you softly "I'll protect you from drunk Emily". You snorted "Then thank god for you dr. Reid" you placed your hand on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. You could see his cheeks turning a pinker shade.  Fuck, how you wish you could just give in. "y-yeah" he laughed nervously "a real life-saver". "absolutely" you smiled, taking your hand off of him, and, as you suspected, rendering him able to breathe again.

"you want another drink?" Emily asked you over the music. It had been an hour and you were now scattered all across the bar. Morgan with some girl on the dance floor, where JJ and Penelope were visibly sweating their ass off to the beat of the music, Rossi, Hotch, and Reid still at the table, probably discussing something to do with work, and you and Emily at the bar, taking a break from the dancing. You took a deep breath as you caught your breath "no thanks" you said, "I have to go get something I was promised". Prentiss frowned as You strutted to the table the boys were at. You didn't even let them time to express their confusion before you spoke. "You owe me a dance" you reached your hand out to Spencer "I don't dance y/n" You didn't say anything, just pressured him to take your hand. "and I never said I was going to" he raised an eyebrow "please" you pouted. "Y/n..." his voice was strained as he tilted his head to the side. You liked this visual, him beneath you, all his pretty features completely visible, his hazel eyes perfectly accessible, just like his slightly parted rosey mouth. "Spence..." you mimicked his tone, still pouting. "I'll show you. I promise" you smiled reassuringly. He looked to his colleagues and was met only with encouraging looks. It was public want for him to loosen up a bit, for his own good. "ok but no making fun of me" he said as he took your small hand into his big and powerful one. "you know I will" you bit down a smile as you started walking to the dance floor. There weren’t many people dancing but you still decided to stop at the side of the dance floor, knowing as Spencer didn’t like to feel squished between many people. You glanced to your right, where the mass was, all sweaty and close to each other. There was what was clearly a couple slow dancing right next to you, disregarding the upbeat rhythm of the music, and close to them, two girls were jumping up and down, screaming the music’s lyrics into each other’s ears. You smiled at the picture as you turned to Spencer again. He was nervous. You could see the slightly panicked look in his eyes, the twitch in his mouth as you took his other hand in yours and started swaying to the rhythm, moving his arms with yours. His body was still immobile like a piece of wood, not giving any signs of knowing in the slight what dancing meant. His eyes were fixated on your face, intimidating you a bit. “You’re gonna have to move at one point Spence” you smiled He did the same as he looked at his feet ” I have no idea how to” he said, sounding completely hopeless. So dramatic. “Just listen to the music” you looked for his eyes “It’s easy trust me” “ it’s easy for you” he raised his eyebrows “ it should be even easier for you Mr. IQ of 187” you grinned. His lips twitched into a shy smile “ that doesn’t really help with stuff like this” “So you’re saying I just found something I’m smarter than the wonder boy at? What a confidence boost” you smirked He shook his head “You are smarter than me at many things y/n” Now it was your turn to blush. You laughed softly “I appreciate you lying to me, but we both know that’s not true Spence” you kept moving to the rhythm “But it is” he said honestly “ we wouldn’t know how to do it without you” he glanced behind you ” without your ability to get the suspects to tell you everything” his feet started to mindlessly move with the music “ not to mention all those times you figure a case out in 5 minutes” his hips began to sway slightly. It seemed the only way to get Spencer Reid to dance was to make him forget he was doing it. You smiled as you got closer to him“you’re flattering me, Doctor”  He chuckled “w-well you-you deserve it” “Why thank you” you giggled, and without giving yourself time to think about why you shouldn’t, you untangled your hands from his and brought them up behind his neck. Intertwining them right where his hair started. His arms were frozen by his side and for a moment you regretted what you had just done, he seemed uncomfortable. “I’m sorry is this ok?”  His cheeks were bright red “n-no, I mean yes I-I like it” he stuttered, making you laugh softly. You breathed a sigh of relief before you started moving again, inevitably dragging him with you. “You can touch me too you know?” You eyed his hands and he gulped “o-ok”. He slowly raised them and uncertaintly placed them on your waist. You could feel he wasn’t really holding you, just skimming you shily, but nonetheless a shiver traveled down your spine. You smiled. You liked this feeling, being so close to him you could smell the scent of his clean clothes and his natural fragrance, something you had no idea how to describe.  You continued moving with the music, which had now changed to a slower-paced song, as spencer did the same, slowly loosening up. “You’re getting good at it” “You don’t have to lie” “I’m not” He raised an eyebrow and you smiled guiltily ” maybe just a little bit” “Thought so” You swayed even closer to him while dancing, slowly moving in sync with him. Your eyes left his to glance quickly at the room around you. The purple and white lights flooded the space as everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts or too busy tasting someone else’s mouth. As your eyes toured around the room, Derek caught your eye. He was dancing with a pretty blonde girl, that is, if we can call that dancing, there was a little too much grinding for it to be fitting to your definition. He felt your eyes on him and raised his head from its place on the girl’s shoulder. You already knew what his reaction was gonna be, and you were proven right immediately as the sides of his lips turned up in a much too smug grin, his eyes communicating very clearly - I know I’m right, and so do you- You rolled your eyes in response and he just laughed. “What’s wrong?” Spence said worriedly You shook your head “ nothing, don’t worry” you smiled reassuringly getting closer to him, just to spite morgan, and maybe, just maybe also because you really really wanted to. He stilled momentarily again and you couldn’t help but play with some of the hair a the base of his neck, hoping it was as soothing for him as it was for you. It seemed to work as he started dancing again. The music changed to a more rhythmic tune again, but you didn't feel like dancing to it, you needed fresh air. "You wanna go out a sec?" "Sure" 

You knew going out with only him was only gonna make Derek, just like Emily, who had also suggested your mutual interest in each other before, believe more in their theory, but you didn't care, it's not as if anything was gonna happen. And even if it did, they would never know. Not that it was going to, obviously. "so" you started, leaning on the cold brick wall of the bar, Spencer was in front of you "are you having fun?" A car passed by on the dark road. The only sound besides the low thumps of the music coming from inside. " yes, I really am actually" he smiled " you seem surprised" you noticed He looked at his feet and then at you again "Well, you know, it's just bars aren't really my thing" "right" you nodded "but I like being with you" he said faintly "with-with all of you, I mean" You bit down a grin "I like being with you too" "W-well that's great" "yep" you said "otherwise who can I make fun of for his dancing?" you giggled, making him laugh sarcastically. "you said I wasn't bad" "I did say that" you tilted your head to the side "but you still have a couple of things to learn" "Well, I blame the teacher" You gasped as you punched his shoulder playfully "unbelievable" "I'm kidding" he smiled "you're actually a great teacher" "damn right I am"  He wet his lips as he looked around. "It's nice when no one's here" "yes it is" you agreed, taking in the lightly lit sidewalk, leading up to the park you walked by every day. It's weird how light can make such a difference to your surroundings, able to make a dark street feel unsafe at night, and the spot in front of a bar safe and comforting. maybe it wasn't the light, you thought, maybe it was the company. "What were you talking about with Hotch and Rossi?"  He turned towards the sound of your voice "Oh you know," he winced, regretting what he was about to say "scotch" Your mouth opened in an amused surprise "You?" he sighed "yes me y/n. I know some stuff about alcohol" "but you don't even drink it"  "Yeah, but I read about it" he shrugged "wow" you smiled "You're full of surprises doctor Reid" "thanks?" he said more as a question "It's a compliment" you stepped closer to him, putting your hand on his arm "It's what makes you so interesting" You scrunched your nose "that and the whole genius thing" He laughed softly "well I'm glad" he said "and just so you know, y-you're also very interesting" "oh I know" you spoke "I've been told before, not always as a compliment though"  "I'm sorry" "It's fine. At least I know someone like me now" He smiled, his eyes focusing somewhere on your cheek. "You-You have an eyelash there" "o-oh, where?" He hesitated a moment before bringing his hand to your face and gently picking it off "there" "thanks" you murmured "make a wish" "huh?" you frowned "for the eyelash" "O-oh right"  You hadn't realized until now how close you had gotten. His face was just a few inches from yours and you could feel the warmth of his body so close to yours, not to mention the feeling of his fingers on your face still lingering on your cheek. You closed your eyes, expressing the wish. "Done?" he asked, once you opened them again. He hadn't moved away, much to your relief. "all done" "Then you can blow it away" he said, moving his finger to your mouth, the eyelash still there. You did, blowing gently on his digit, as your eyes were fixated on his, which on the other side, couldn't help but fall to your lips. His adam's apple shifted as he swallowed nervously. He was so beautiful, his brown eyes wide through his long lashes, the strands of his hair on his forehead, and his mouth so damningly inviting. He was even more handsome this up close. You weren't in control anymore as you automatically leaned closer, while he did the same. You could almost feel his lips on yours, those pinkish, tortured beautiful lips were about to meet yours when the bar door opened. You both took a step back. fuck. "Oh hey guys Rossi is offering another round!" Emily's voice felt distant in your ears, as if those few feet separating you were actually miles. You looked at Spencer. His eyes were fixated somewhere behind you, panic clear in them, and then turned to Emily, forcing a smile.  "great, we'll be right in" you said unconvincingly. "All right, just don't wait too long before he changes his mind" she joked before going back in. The street looked darker now, lonelier. "Spence" you tried reaching for him before stopping yourself, remembering where that led to just moments ago. "Spence we're drunk- It was just-" "I have to go" he interrupted your blabbering "but-" "I'm sorry I-" he glanced at you, and your heart sunk in your chest at the look in his eyes, the same ones that were so full before, now seemingly so empty. "I have to go" he said, before turning and walking away, leaving you alone, in the dark night, without a light to hold on to. You had really fucked up, you thought as you stood there sole, mouth still open as the unsaid words you hadn't spoken died on your tongue. Fuck. You looked at your watch. In only ten minutes, you had managed to fuck everything up. Just perfect.

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Could you write a fic where the reader isn’t feeling well so Wilbur comes home from whatever he’s busy with to comfort you with snacks cuddles and watches your fav shows with you “ps don’t stress over the finer details I’m sure it’ll be great considering how great the rest of your work is”

“I’m Not Dying, Just Sick”

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cold/flu symptoms (coughing, sore throat, fever, stuffy nose, and the like)

Another amazing ‘anonymous’ idea! I have written something similar before in my first bit of writing, which is some bonus content for y’all at the end :)

Fic below cut!

I groan, tossing the second empty tissue box of the day into the trash can by my feet, flopping back against the sofa with a sigh and a coughing fit. Of course, in the middle of cold and flu season, I hadn’t managed to avoid getting sick. I’d spent all day today and a good part of yesterday feeling sorry for myself, wrapped in blankets on my sofa and living off the soup Wilbur and his friends would periodically drop at my doorstep. As much as I’d like my boyfriend to be comforting me through this hell, him and the rest of the band were in the final days of finishing up their latest album, and I knew he was busy.

Before I can get up and get yet another box of tissues, I hear a knock at the front door, and struggle up from the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, to grab what I assume is another Tupperware of soup, but when I open the door, it’s much better than that.

“Oh my God,” Wilbur gasps, setting down the bag he’s carrying and wrapping me in a hug. “You look awful.”

I sniff. “I know. How’s the album going?”

He just shakes his head, ushering me into my house and guiding me back to the sofa. “That doesn’t matter. You’re sick!”

“I know,” I reply indignantly, gratefully catching the tissues he tosses at me and blowing my nose. “I thought you were busy.”

“How could I work on the album when my partner is coughing up a lung alone in their house?” Wilbur replies, taking my snotty tissue without so much as a wince and tossing it into the trash can. “I’m going to empty out the trash can and heat up some soup for you. Need anything else?”

I wince at the sharp pain in my throat as I speak again. “Maybe some tea and honey? My throat feels awful.”

“Coming right up,” he says, kissing me on the forehead and sighing. “You have a fever, too.”

When Wilbur gets back to the sofa, he’s carrying two steaming mugs and a bottle of cough syrup. “Thought a mug might be easier for you,” he says softly, setting everything down on the table. “Soup’s courtesy of my mum. When I told her you were sick, she drove it down for you.”

I cautiously take a sip, sighing with happiness as I taste it. “Mmm, just what I needed. She’s an amazing cook.”

He looks up from pouring some cough syrup into the measuring cup. “Aww, baby, I’m glad. Drink this, ok? It tastes awful, but it’ll help.”

After I wince down the cough syrup and wash it down with the rest of the soup, Wilbur ushers me upstairs to shower and put on fresh pajamas, and when I come back down, he’s turned my sofa into a nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, leaning back against the cushions and beckoning me into his arms.

“You don’t have to look after me, Will,” I murmur as he wraps me into his arms. “I’m not dying. Just sick.”

Wilbur smiles, brushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. “I know,” he says softly, letting me snuggle myself closer to his chest as he turns on the TV. “But I want to look after you, because I love you. And no offense, but you look a little pathetic.”

“Pathetic?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “Like a cat that fell into the bathtub. But a cute one.”

I giggle, sipping the tea and honey he hands me. “I can’t possibly be offended at that.”

We settle into a TV marathon, Wilbur gently playing with my hair and occasionally handing me tissues as I need them. It barely takes a full episode of my favorite show for me to start to drift off to sleep, the last thing I remember is laying in my boyfriend’s arms, wrapped in warmth and the soft feeling of love.

*Bonus content! This is from my first ever piece of writing, which was a self insert about Wilbur and I. Obviously, I took my name out of it, but otherwise it’s unedited!

Wilbur groans, rolling over in bed to grab the water glass on the nightstand. He winces at the sharp, raw pain in his throat as he attempts to gulp some down.

Wilbur pulls out his phone, starting to type out a Tweet. ‘Note to self, he types. ‘don’t ignore your girlfriend’s sore throat and snuggle with her anyway. We both have strep throat. No streams for at least a few days while we get our voices back.’ He posts the Tweet, and likes and comments of sympathies come rolling in almost immediately. He scrolls through a few of them, trying to distract himself from the pain in his throat.

“Will, how are you feeling?” Wilbur’s girlfriend walks into the room, holding two mugs and cradling a pill bottle against her chest. “I made soup for you, and you need to take some meds. They’ll help, I promise.”

He groans and sits up in bed. “Since when do you have the energy to make soup?” He takes the pill container and shakes two into his hand, swallowing them with a gulp of water and a wince.

“Being chronically ill means you get used to functioning like this,” she shrugs with a smile. “It’s lentil. I blended it so it won’t hurt as much when you swallow,” she says, handing him the mug.

Wilbur cautiously takes a small sip of soup, relaxing when he realises he can swallow without as much pain. “This is good, baby, thank you.” He manages to give her a small smile.

She gets back into bed, setting her mug on the nightstand. “I made myself some hot honey and lemon. My mom used to do that for me when I got sick as a kid.” She carefully picks up the mug, taking the world’s tiniest sip. “Ow. Hot.”

Wilbur smiles at her. “See, we’re adults. We can look after ourselves,” he says after managing another sip of soup.

“The last time I had strep, I was 17,” she laughs. “My mom was out of town and my dad wasn’t helpful at all, so I had to completely look after myself. I had to make myself soup, keep track of all my meds, all that.”

Wilbur snorts. “Your dad didn’t help at all? Are you serious?”

“Well, he drove me to the doctors and picked up my meds for me,” she says, shrugging after another sip from her mug. “He had to tell everyone that his wife normally did this and he didn’t know what was going on. My therapist called it ‘weaponised incompetence’.”

“I would’ve helped you,” Wilbur says affectionately, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “I would’ve even tried to make you soup.”

She snickers. “I can’t believe I got you sick too, Will. I still feel bad.”

When Wilbur walked into his living room a few days ago, his girlfriend was laying on the couch, complaining of a sore throat. He’d dismissed it as her singing too loudly at one of James’s gigs the day earlier, pulling her into his lap and kissing her before putting on a movie. They’d ended up not watching much of the movie, making out and cuddling instead. Little did either of them know that she had somehow gotten strep throat from somewhere, and Wilbur’s dismissal had gotten him sick, too.

“Don’t feel bad, baby,” he says affectionately. “This means we can cuddle all we want and not worry about getting each other sick.”

She smiles, leaning into his chest. “You’re right. We can just spend time together without worrying about anyone else or having to work.” She brushes his hair from his forehead, resting her hand on his forehead. “You still have a fever, by the way.”

Wilbur just laughs, pressing the back of his hand into her forehead. “You do too.”

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Jersey 48

Janis 'Imi'ike x sibling!reader(a year younger) + Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George(established r/s)

Warnings: xenophobia, homophobia, coarse language, incest mentions, porn mentions, implied self-harm

In which, reader starts having a hard time at school following a breakup that went bad. Janis is determined to help out her younger sister.

"y/n? Can I come in?" You hear a couple of knocks on your door followed by Janis' question.

"No, go away." You rejected.

"y/n." She says, a soft thud follows. She'd leaned against the wooden door.

"Go away, Janis. I don't know what to say to you."

Janis fiddles with the door handle and saw that the lock wasn't even turned in the direction to indicate that the door was indeed, locked. She quietly opened the door, and it creaks.

"What the fuck, Janis. I told you to leave me alone." You spat harshly and your older sister remains unfazed. She joins you on the floor, where you’d been crying. But you deny it. She could definitely tell, though.

“Stop looking at me like that- I don’t need your pity. I don’t know how to tell you everything.”

“y/n, is this because of Sofia?” Janis took a wild guess and hit the nail right on the head.

“Which part? The forcing me to come out, the getting all of North Shore’s students to turn on me, or the part where she stole my clothes while I was in the locker room shower and humiliated me?” You rambled.

“That bitch.” Janis bit the inside of her cheek, the anger inside her quickly boiling. “Screw her. Regina will destroy her.”

“Stop. I don’t want anyone else getting dragged into this. Especially not your girlfriend.”

“I’m here to protect you. You’re my sister- no one’s getting away with that.”

“You know what’s the worse thing I’ve heard since this whole shit show started?” You scoffed, wiping your tears away. “Go back to your country. Some prick I’ve never even seen in my three years of being in the school said that to me and shoved me into a locker. That is a bloody mind fuck- when you’re already feeling like shit, whatever nonsense you hear, sticks. As if I don’t belong here. I was born here. I know that, but still - I’m sad over that. Over a few words from someone who doesn’t know anything about me.”

“Babe, where the hell…” Regina’s voice made you look up quickly, “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“No, don’t be.” Janis stops her, “I’m gonna need your help with this. y/n what’s his jersey number?”

“How’d you know he was wearing a jersey?” You sniffled.

“Okay…” Regina enters your room despite being a little confused.

“48? I don’t know. He has that blonde streak in his hair.” You exhaled shakily.

“Janis, sweetie. I’m gonna need more than that. Even though I know who you want me to go after.” Regina sat down as well.

“Mr. has-been-held-back-twice was being a racist fuck and got physical with her.” Janis explained simply.

“Fucking Benedict?” Regina scoffs, “Didn’t he-”

“Yes.”

“The blockhead who tou-”

“Yes.” Janis seethed.

“What’d he do to you?”

“Eggs Benedict and little miss Sofia, are in cahoots.” Regina revealed.

“Regina. Enough.” Janis warned. “She needs to know. We can do our best to protect her, but we’ll never be 100% sure.”

“They’re step siblings. And he molested Janis back when we were in middle school.”

“Oh, my God.” You gulped, “Janis, I’m sorry.”

“I punched him. Then, I kicked him in the balls.” Janis shrugged. “I lived, I’m fine.”

“So what? They’re the new king and queen of the school who just prey on people they don’t like?”

“Without bullying, they’re powerless.” Regina explains, “And I have just the thing to bring them down.”

“Should I be scared?” You asked your sister.

“No.” Janis assured, “You’re not gonna get involved.”

“If this is another one of the Burn Books, please don’t do that.”

“That Burn Book was nothing. What I have…it’ll ruin them forever. No one messes with my people and gets away with it.”

“What exactly do you have on them?” Janis asked, curiously.

“Something disgusting.” Regina shrugs, “Anyway, y/n, cry it out, scream, whatever you want..but remember that you have us in your corner and you’ll definitely find someone who loves you for you.”

“Tell me.” Janis arched a brow.

“You want your little sister to hear that those two are basically Sweet Home Alabama-ing?”

Janis’ eyes widened in shock, but she quickly laughs, regaining her composure. “Now I’m curious to know how you found out.”

“The Internet. It’s not like they were hiding it- maybe that’s why the people at school are scared of them. They don’t want to be the next one dragged into their little p-”

“So much for not talking about others behind their backs.” You grabbed a tissue from your nightstand to blow your nose.

“Regina? Stop. That’s enough of that.” Janis interjected, “y/n, did he-”

“No, he didn’t touch me. Sofia tried to kiss me— in public and when I told her I couldn’t, she screamed bloody murder and told everyone in the halls I tried to come onto her.”

Janis scoffs, “That’s what you did, babe.”

“I was in denial and an immature little shit. Now, I’m not.” Regina said.

“What, a bitch? You still are.” Janis replies without hesitation.

Regina squints at your sister, “What I did was wrong, but the difference is this- we had consent. I just said shit to make her embarrassed. She didn’t have consent from you and if we’re gonna get technical, that can be an attempted assault.”

“No it can’t.” You say. “We were dating when it happened. She tried to flip it on me and said that I tried to- I already made it clear to her that I wasn’t okay with PDA and she just-”

“Yes. It. Can.” Regina insists.

“No one’s gonna believe me.”

“Oh, I’ll make them believe you.” Regina stood up, “Trust me, baby. You’re not gonna have to worry about them anymore.”

————

“Where did you get this, Regina?”

“The Internet. Look it up yourself if you don’t believe me- they’re very well-known on that side of it.” The blonde shrugs.

“Janis?”

“Sofia Swanson tried to kiss my sister against her will. Can you tell me that’s not an attempted sexual assault? She’s gotten many people in the school to call my sister nasty names, homophobic slurs, jocks telling her to ‘go back to her country’ when she clearly belongs in this one.”

“Those are very serious allegations, Ms. ‘Imi’ike.”

“If you don’t believe me, believe my sister.” Janis sighs, defeated.

“We…will look into all of it. Thank you for coming to us about this. y/n, I’m very sorry about what’s happening. Until we finish our investigation, you don’t have to come to school of you don’t feel safe. Janis or Regina can bring you back your assignments.”

You thanked the discipline mistress and left the office before Janis and Regina did. “Can I take her home?” You hear Janis ask Ms. Sutton.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

The exchange was quick, with Janis catching up to you when you’ve barely made it into the hallway. Realising which room you’d walked out of, fellow students began to stare and speculate. But when they saw Regina following behind you and Janis, they truly just shut the fuck up. “Attention students- will Benedict Ortega and Sofia Swanson please report to Ms. Sutton’s office. Now.” The announcement comes through the PA system, causing everyone to get more…excited. Nosy. You scurry through the halls, your eye on the exit.

Slam. Someone had their arm out on a locker door to block your path. Sofia.

“Leave her alone.” Regina stated simply. She doesn’t waver. “Oh, no?” Regina continued. The two most random words flew from her lips next, two words you recognised to be Sofia’s (and Benedict’s) Reddit username where they posted their disgusting things. The colour drains from the brunette’s cheek instantly, her face twitching.

“That’s what I thought.” Regina shrugs, a hand on one of your shoulders.

“Hi, sissy liz.” Benedict was the next player on the field.

“Move out of the way.” Janis’ fists were balled up in anger, and she knew if the three of you didn���t get out fast, she will hit someone.

“Why so angry, shortie?” He teased, that smug look and nickname made Regina want to scream.

“Move. Out. Of. The. Way.” Janis repeated herself. He doesn’t listen, but instead coos at you and tilted your chin up with a finger- you wanted to gag, no, puke on him.

“Hands off of her. You mustn’t have heard what I told your sister, you numbnut.” Regina had a protective arm around you now.

“What? Oh, pray tell- what did you say?” He mocked, eyeing you and Janis up and down. His gaze stops on Janis’ chest and Regina could tell.

“You horny fuck.” Regina spat, “No one looks at my girlfriend like that. She’s mine.” She spun on her heels to announce to the crowd, “This goes out to all of you nosy, nosy people. Anyone who tries to mess with Janis, her sister or anyone else in my circle? You can expect to be humiliated.”

“Sofia, Benedict. My office. Now!” Ms. Sutton yells, allowing the three of you to leave before Janis got angry enough to physically hurt someone.

Damian stops you all near the exit and you yelped, startled. “Janis, what’s going on?”

“A lot.” She tells him, “I’ve to take her home, but even if we don’t explain it to you, the truth will come out soon enough.”

He could tell by the looks on your faces that it was something bad. “Okay, I’ll be by after school. Take care, y’all.”

You got into Regina's backseat, Janis took her usual seat in the front. You thought she would've sat with you, but you guess she knew better than that. You wanted some space. "y/n, how about some ice cream?" The blonde glances at you before she started to drive. You shrug. "That usually means yes when it comes to dessert." Janis chimed in. You didn't say anything else until Regina pulls up in front of the ice cream parlour, trying to take in your last few hours of peace before your parents bombarded you with questions. Janis asks if you wanted to go inside with them, you told her no.

"That's okay, I know what flavour and toppings you like." She smiled at you kindly. As Regina held the door open for Janis, you watched how they interacted, hoping that one day you'd find your own love too. You couldn't help but feel a little envious, or jealous. But ever since you fell out of the closet to over 1000 students, you've been nothing but an anxious mess.

There was a little bit of a line in the ice cream parlour, so you see them start talking- Regina said something that made her laugh. You loved that she made your sister as happy as she did. And she was a great friend to you. Janis turned around to take a peek at you, and she waves. You flashed her a little smile, getting back into your thoughts again.

————

"You guys can go back to school, you know that, right?"

"Yeah. But this one might punch some people and get herself for trouble, and I don't want that." Regina says as she scooped another mouthful of her ice cream onto the tiny wooden spoon.

"Like I would care."

"I would." Regina replies nonchalantly, "You have good intentions, and they deserve it. But I just don't wan you in trouble, you know? They're not worth it."

And so...they stayed with you. When 4p.m. rolled around, your company grew: Aaron, Cady, Damian, Gretchen and Karen show up. "Oh, my God." You muttered under your breath, "That's so many people." You liked them, and their company and they were the only people who believed you when this shit show started, so you really appreciated them. However, you simply didn't do too well with big groups of people showing up unannounced giving you little to no time to mentally prepare yourself. Oh, and they were always over at your place but you still felt this way anyway. Janis shot Regina, who was answering the door, a look. "Everybody's here." Regina confirmed. Maybe it was because they would all ask if you were okay or how you were doing or feeling...and you didn't want to deal with that. Or maybe it was because that made you feel like you were getting pitied on. The bunch of them must've already heard why Benedict and Sofia were called into Sutton's office.

Janis seems to have read your mind, asking the group if they'd already heard anything. "Oh, yeah." Aaron stifles a laugh, "Everyone was buzzing about it at lunch."

"Are they?" Regina smirked.

"Oh, no- did you start the rumour?" Cady asks, worried.

"Start it? Ew, no." Regina scoffs, asking for the bag of sour soda bottle gummies from Gretchen for you, "That's not my doing. The school already knows those two freaks are doing porn. I simply handed the evidence to Sutton. It's not my fault they all decided it was now okay to openly discuss their gross sex life."

"Thanks." You told her, accepting the half-eaten bag of sweets. These were your favourite and she knew it.

"Janis." Regina called her name to get her attention, reaching over to get some chips from the bag in your sister's hands. Janis tilted the bag towards, her letting her reach inside easier. "Thanks, baby." "Do you wanna switch with me, Regina?" You ask, seeing that you were currently wedged between her and Janis. "No, y/n. I want to sit with you and so does she, so, y'know."

"You two are watching me like a toddler." "And can you blame her?" Regina asks, referring to your sister.

"Fine, drop it." You sigh in defeat, Aaron reaches into your(well, it wasn't yours, but they let you have it) bag of sour gummies to grab a few. "Sorry, just wanted a couple. Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine." You muttered.

Awhile later, the mood eases up and the bunch of you were engaged in a conversation about current events, trending headlines...whatever. Anything but schoolwork, really. Suddenly, Janis' phone rang and she excuses herself. You got up to go get a drink from the fridge, looking at Janis who was talking on the phone with your Mother in the backyard.

'She's doing okay right now, Mom. She's hanging out with our friends. Yeah, everyone's here right now.'

That's all you needed to hear, focusing on nothing but keeping your mind clear now. It's been cluttered with anxiety, fear and negativity from the past few weeks but you were finally in your safe space, with the best people you've met in your life.

The bunch left right around dinnertime - but not before Cady handed you a gift (it was a Beanie Boo Husky that shared your birthday), and when they did leave, your parents returned. You hurried upstairs to avoid them. "Where is she-" Regina started to ask, Janis tilted her head towards the door, "Parents are home. She's exhausted- just let her hide in there."

"Well, it's not like they can't talk to her even through the door. That's what you did, baby." Regina smirked.

"Ku'uipo, where's y/n?"

"In her room. I don't think she wants to talk, really." Janis led with that.

"Okay, so what the school told me..."

"What did the school tell you?"

"That y/n was getting bullied by a couple of students, and that you two told on them to the school."

"In detail?"

"Yeah, I know she got pushed into lockers, called names, almost got kissed by the girl." Your mom reveals.

"Has she been in there all day, Janny?" Your dad quipped.

"No, she just went upstairs not too long ago." Janis informed.

"I still think we should t-" Your Mom sighs softly.

"Mom, honestly- she's not gonna say much. She's already said all she could about it to me when I pressed her about it. If you go in there asking about the same things, having her repeat all that? She'll be crying herself to sleep. No doubt."

"Okay." She agreed tearfully, "Um, okay. I'll go get changed then get started on dinner."

"Alright, thanks Mom." With that being said, your parents headed for their room to wash up after a day at work.

"Baby, do you want me to stay?" Regina asks as your parents leave the living room.

"Would be nice." Janis nodded, standing on her tiptoes briefly to plant a kiss on Regina's lips.

#auli’i cravalho #janis ‘imi’ike #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #female reader #sibling reader #platonic #heartbreak #hurt/comfort #Spotify #renee rapp #protective siblings #x reader #reader insert

[hawkinsmethlab]

Part One

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They want to throw him a party whenever he gets released from the hospital.

“You know,” Dustin says with a shrug, “before the world goes tits up, or whatever.”

“Dude!” Steve smacks him across the back of the head, knocking off his hat.

Dustin gapes at him. “What?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that!” His eyes flash over to Wayne, who knows the whole story because Eddie’s been on the good drugs and tells his uncle fucking everything, especially when he’s high. He’s got a raised brow and a half-smile, which is basically a laugh.

Dustin smacks his hat on his knee before putting it back on. “What, I can’t say ‘tits up?’ We’re all adults here.”

“You’re fourteen.”

“Excuse you, I’ll be fifteen in three weeks, you know this.”

“Still not an adult.”

“Oh, bite me.”

“Ladies, please.” Eddie holds up a still-shaking hand to get them to shut up for a second. “You’re both pretty. And as much as I would love any chance to let loose and live young… I’m not too sure now’s the best time for it.”

His hospital room has a window that Wayne keeps the blinds drawn for, no matter what time it is, but Eddie knows what’s on the other side all the same. He sees it in his nightmares plenty. A red, cloudy sky that crackles with lightning, the chokes the light out of the daytime and turns nighttime into one of the seven rings of hell.

Eleven says that Vecna is getting stronger. That it’ll be a while before he’s back up to full fighting strength, but that she thinks he’ll be more powerful than ever when he is. And Will’s been having visions of what he thinks are glimpses into the Upside Down, into the stuff that hasn’t already leaked into Hawkins. Will says they’ve been both unhelpful and just generally bad.

Not to mention that Max is still asleep, and that’s a whole other can of worms that everyone is trying to be optimistic about, but Eddie can see their hope draining by the day.

“That’s exactly why we need something to celebrate,” Dustin says. “Everything sucks right now, and it’s probably gonna keep sucking for a while—”

“Like a while,” Steve chimes in.

“—so we should take every chance we get to, as you said, let loose and live young. For morale.”

Which is great, and a part of Eddie agrees, but that’s the part from before. Where something like facing off against an alternate-dimension-evil-bad-guy was from out of a board game. Before this was real, where it’s outside and under his skin and those bats stole like, half of his tattoos and his nipple.

He nearly died, and all of them still could.

“I’m just not sure it’s the best time,” Eddie says.

Dustin rolls his eyes. “Okay, well when exactly—”

It’s Steve’s hand on his shoulder than cuts him off and a shake of his head that has Dustin slumping back in his seat. Eddie hates to see the kid put down like this, hates that he was the one to do it, but when he tries to say something to apologize, anything, the words get stuck.

Then it’s Wayne’s hand on Eddie’s arm and his uncle’s eyes are familiar and gentle. For someone who everyone thinks is such a gruff guy, Eddie’s always though it was obvious how much of a wuss Wayne is. Or, maybe wuss isn’t the best word. What do you call someone who’s lived through what he has and come out kinder for it?

Wayne gives him a squeeze and says, “Dustin, I need some fresh air but my knee’s been acting up with all this…not-rain. I hate to ask, but do you think—”

The kid practically jumps to his feet. “Oh, sure, Mr. Munson, I’d be happy to help out! Y’know, my granny says that I have an intuitive touch for the older generations.”

“Well, I think that’s just what I need. What else does your granny say about you?”

“Oh man, where do I even start? There was this one time, in first grade—”

Then they’re both out the door, shutting it behind them, and Eddie lets his head fall back with a sigh. “Jesus Christ, that kid.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, moving to sit in Wayne’s now-empty chair. “My mom would say that he grows on you like a fungus, but he’s just trying to help.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie can’t look at him, so he looks at the ceiling instead, at those corkboard-y panels that seem to always have stains on them. Anywhere else you go, those stains would usually just be water from leaky pipes or rain, but here they’re all sorts of different things. Water, blood, vomit, medicine. Whatever’s managed to get high enough.

(There’s a weed joke in there somewhere, Eddie thinks, but he doesn’t have the will to make it. How sad is that)?

“It’s weird, though,” Steve says, and Eddie feels him lean forward. Feels the heat of him on his arm, crawling up his neck. “Eddie Munson, dodging the spotlight. Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Well, here it is.” It comes out a little bitter. “Thought it was time for a change of pace.”

“I don’t know. I kind of liked the old pace.”

When Eddie looks over, Steve’s already looking back. He’s smiling, just a small one, like he’s teasing him. Because he does that now. Teases Eddie like they’re real friends, makes him feel like he’s going insane, like maybe he actually did die back in the Upside Down and everything that’s happened after has just been some crazy, fucked up version of the afterlife.

Except, Steve saved him. He doesn’t remember who told him, but someone must have, because the first day Eddie woke up (or really, the first day he remembers) that had been his first full thought.

Harrington gave me the goddamn kiss of life.

Followed immediately by:

He’s gonna lord this over me forever.

But Steve hasn’t even mentioned it. Eddie has some vague sort-of memory of one of them saying it probably tasted gross, but beyond that it just hasn’t come up, and it’s leaving him feeling kind of off balance. Like he’s forgotten the chords to his favorite song. His fingers are hovering over the strings, ready to play, but he doesn’t know what kind of sound is going to come out.

It was easy when they were both in school. Jock Harrington and Freak Munson, two opposite ends of the spectrum, never to collide past some classic teenage bullying and the occasional drug deal.

Now, they’re Steve and Eddie. Harrington and Munson, the savior and the saved. Two maybe-friends who apparently swapped spit, but in a totally I-had-to-do-it kind of way and the worst part is that Eddie doesn’t remember a single second of it.

He wonders, if he were to start flatlining, if Steve would do it again.

(But of course he wouldn’t. There are doctors and nurses around for that now, because that’s the only reason he did it in the first place, right? He was the only one who could, and Eddie’s grateful, but maybe also a little bit…ashamed? Stupid, for sure. He knows that it was last resort only, that he wouldn’t even think about doing it again unless he really had to, but here Eddie is, praying he might anyway).

“You just want an excuse to get drunk,” Eddie tells him, because he has to say something. Steve is looking at him like that, and he has to say something.

But then Steve’s smile goes a little wider, almost cocky, and he says, “Munson, I don’t need an excuse to get drunk, thank you very much.” Then, quieter, “Although, I’ve gotta admit, it’d be nice to get drunk because someone’s alive for a change.”

Eddie shouldn’t get it, but he does. He realizes it like a slap to the face, a big ohhhhhh. Steve Harrington, of the big house and the new money and the nice car, gets drunk for the same reason Eddie Munson gets high: to forget. The people they’ve let down, the ones who’ve left, to the ones who keep leaving. To the fact that maybe it’s never gonna get better and their entire lives are gonna be a big ol’ circle of finding and losing and regretting.

Finding people, losing them, regretting all the rest.

Steve is sitting next to him, staring at Eddie like he’s someone else, someone better, and Eddie thinks that he wants to break the cycle.

So, he groans and rolls his eyes. “Fine. Damn it, alright. We can have your little party.”

“Not my party.” Steve’s close to beaming, smug.

“Dustin’s party then.” Eddie bites his lip so he doesn’t laugh at how stupid this is. “He’s got big shoes to fill, though, I want a party that’s gonna put all of King Steve’s ragers to shame. I never got to actually have fun at one, y’know. Always too busy handing out the party favors.”

Steve snorts. “I’ll make sure it’s nothing but the best for you. Want me to roll out the red carpet, too?”

“Like it’s the goddamn Oscars.”

“I’ll get right on it.”

And then he winks, and Eddie realizes just how close they are. Steve’s leaning on the bed, their arms brushing, their faces close enough that Eddie could count every single one of Steve’s moles, pick out every individual shade of brown in his eyes and the smell of his body wash. The way his lips are parted and curved and Eddie has never wished more desperately that he remembered what they felt like. The taste of him, the amount of pressure and give, if he would bite and lick better.

It's a dangerous fantasy.

But Steve is looking at him like it’s real.

Before he can say anything, do anything, Steve leans back and says, “Once you’re out, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

And Eddie, hopelessly fucked, can only say, “Can’t wait.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #dustin henderson #steddie #my writing #<3

[genshinluvr]

A Small Problem

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Albedo was coming up with a concoction that would strengthen the men during combat. But one little mix-up caused you to become a parent for a day.

Note: I think this is my longest Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader fic :o For this story, in particular, I set a goal for myself to type out at least 1k words a day, and I'm glad that I was able to do that! But I don't think I'll be able to do that with my other fics until after I've graduated ;v; For those who are new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy (the reader is still gender neutral, pregnancy is just mentioned), slight mentions of weight and insecurities (because of pregnancy being mentioned). Itto and Childe almost knocked you down the stairs, oops.

Word Count: 10k

Read part two of A Small Problem here: [Another Small Problem]

You swore everything was normal and okay before you went to bed last night. Before heading off to bed, everyone was their usual selves. They were surrounding Albedo excitedly after he had mentioned making a concoction that’ll strengthen them in combat. Since it didn’t really have much to do with you, you sat idly by on the couch, trying your best not to fall asleep. It didn’t matter whether you got plenty of sleep last night or not. You felt like a zombie and that you could fall asleep with your eyes open if you would allow yourself to do so, but that wasn’t the case. You couldn’t help but have a nagging feeling that something wasn’t right in your and the fifteen men’s safe abode. 

The only memory you could recall from last night was the men gathering around the dining table, watching Albedo pour ingredients into a big glass flask before mixing them together. You tried to stay awake during the entire thing, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Albedo mentioned something about a concoction that can strengthen them during battles and some other thing, but you were so tired that you didn’t really hear the other thing that Albedo had mentioned. You only caught onto some things that Albedo had said (a strengthening potion of some sort) while the rest went in one ear and out the other. You covered your mouth and yawned, trying not to fall asleep.

“Did you really need to include lizard tail into the mixture?” Diluc asks, looking at the glass container skeptically.

“Yes, it is part of the experiment to see whether these ingredients will go well together to make the perfect strengthening potion.” Kazuha nods his head; he continues to help Albedo stir the glass flasks on the table.

“It doesn’t smell too good.” Gorou groans, covering his nose with both of his hands. For a moment, you swore you saw Gorou turn green at the smell of the concoction that Albedo was inventing.

“I don’t think it’ll taste good either.” Thoma laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sure it won’t taste too bad! The aftertaste is what you’ll have to worry about the most.” Ayato says, leaning back in his seat.

“So! Who will be the taste tester of the experiment?” Childe asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Everyone will be testing it out,” Albedo says. He grabbed the glass flask and began to hand it out to every person that was standing around the table.

“Oh, is [Y/N] going to be the taste tester as well?” Venti asks, pointing over to where you sat. You quickly shook your head in protest.

“Sorry, boys, but I’m going to have to skip out on this little experiment. For some reason, I’m feeling pretty exhausted today.” You said, getting up from your seat before stretching with a big yawn.

“Aw! But you’re going to miss out on the exciting stuff!” Itto whines, giving you the puppy dog eyes with his bottom lip jutting out, forming a pout.

“It’s okay, Itto! I can always join in on the next experiment whenever I’m not feeling like I’m going to pass out on the spot.” You gave Itto a sympathetic smile. “Plus, this will be a great time to bond with each other and try something new with one another.” You gave them a small smile. 

“We don’t want to leave you out,” Xiao mutters, frowning at you.

“Nor do we want you to feel left out; it’s best to be included, right?” Kaeya asks, tilting his head at you like a curious puppy. You giggled softly and approached the men, giving each of them hugs before walking over to the bottom of the stairs. Albedo starts to pour the light blue concoction into small glass cups.

“While I do appreciate that you all didn’t want me to feel left out, I’m going to have to sit this one out.” You said.

“I believe that I will sit this one out too.” Said Zhongli.

“Oh? Why’s that?” Dainsleif asks, looking at Zhongli with a raised eyebrow.

“He doesn’t have to give it a try if he doesn’t want to.” Baizhu sighs, shaking his head.

“Maybe he’s afraid that it won’t make him as strong as he used to be during his prime time as an archon,” Scaramouche says nonchalantly, picking up the glass cup that Albedo had handed over to him.

“Wait, he’s an archon!?” Itto asks, looking around with an alarmed look on his face. The others around him sigh in defeat, shaking their heads at Itto’s confusion.

“Itto, we’ve known about this for a while now.” Thoma pats Itto’s shoulders.

“Yeah! He revealed it to us a long time ago when we first got the abode!” Venti exclaims, shaking his head with a lighthearted chuckle.

“Wait, aren’t you an archon too, Venti?” Childe asks, making Venti freeze in his spot. Venti lets out an anxious “Ehe” while trying to act casual.

“I’m going to bed now. Goodnight!” You chuckled softly before turning around and walking up the stairs. 

You hear a chorus of “goodnights” from the fifteen men while walking up the stairs. Once you’ve entered your bedroom, you close the door shut behind you. You rubbed your eyes before collapsing on your bed, mentally praising yourself for brushing your teeth early before you’ve decided to get into bed. You snuggle into your bed, pulling the extra pillow close to your chest before slowly drifting off to sleep.

You didn’t know why you were awake, but you’ve assumed that the sounds of whispering and quiet giggles were what roused you up from your slumber. You felt something, or someone, poke you in the face. You furrowed your eyebrows and cracked your eyes open, only to see a tiny face staring down at you with a broad smile— a child. You quickly sat up on your bed and looked around your bedroom with wide eyes. In your bedroom were fourteen children. You were assuming their ages ranged from eleven months to five years old.

“Why’d you wake them up!?” The tiny redhead hissed, slapping the blue-haired boy beside him.

“Because my tummy is growling, ‘Luc!” The blue-haired boy pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Diluc? Kaeya?” You whispered. The two boys glanced over at you in confusion. Oh, dear archons, they turned into children! Adorable children. You hear little babbles and little giggles. You slowly turned your head, only to see an eleven-month-old Xiao and Venti sitting at the edge of your bed, gnawing on one of your pillows.

“Oh, archons.” You whispered, quickly getting up from bed before scooping up Xiao and Venti. Both were squealing and mindlessly babbling as they clung to you with their chubby little hands. Venti began to gnaw on his fist while Xiao stuck to you like you were his lifeline. 

“Oh, good! You’re awake!” Kazuha says, waddling up to you with Albedo in tow. The two of them grabbed onto your pajama pants leg.

“What happened to all of you!?” You ask softly, carefully trying not to startle the others. Albedo pouts and starts to mess with his oversized t-shirt. Albedo looked nervous as he tried to come up with a way to explain things to you. 

“It seems like I have mixed up the ingredients for the strengthening concoction,” Albedo says, looking up at you with a small pout on his face. His bottom lips quivered as tears began to flood his eyes.

“Oh, Albedo! It’s okay! Accidents happen! No need to be upset!” You cooed, kneeling down in front of Albedo and Kazuha, wiping his tears away with one hand. Albedo sniffles and nods his head, wiping his tears away with his hand. You stood up and looked around your bedroom, counting each little heads in your bedroom. Fourteen. You only counted fourteen heads.

“Hey, where is Zhongli?” You ask.

“Maybe he’s busy doing old man things,” Scaramouche says, putting on the hat that was way too big for his head.

“I think he’s still sleeping!” Ayato comments, walking over to you with Thoma following after him while sucking on his tumb.

“Is he… de-aged like all of you?” You ask nervously. They all shrugged their shoulders in response to your question. You gulped and walked out of your bedroom with twelve toddlers following after you.

“Zhongli!?” You called, jogging down the hall towards his bedroom. “Zhongli, are you awake!?” You called out once more. Right before you could open his bedroom door, his door opens, revealing a perfectly normal Zhongli.

“[Y/N]? What’s the matter?” Zhongli asks groggily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Xiao and Venti stared at Zhongli, still in your arms. You stood in front of Zhongli with the children standing around you, looking up at the ex archon with wide eyes.

“When did we have children?” Zhongli asks, looking at you bewildered. 

“Are you two our parents?!” Gorou asks in a hopeful tone, causing both you and Zhongli to become flustered.

“At least Zhongli is still himself,” Baizhu says, pouting with his arms over his chest. You almost did a doubletake when you saw that Changsheng had become a baby snake as well.

Xiao starts to squirm in your arms, small sniffles coming from him. Venti looks at Xiao in confusion, his mouth agape.

“Oh, Xiao! What’s wrong?” You panic, looking down at the yaksha worriedly. Xiao points at his tummy; you can hear faint rumbling coming from his stomach. 

“It appears that Xiao is hungry. We’ll need to make him and the others some breakfast.” Zhongli said softly, reaching over to Xiao, taking him from your grasp. Xiao’s arms immediately wrap around Zhongli’s neck, snuggling into the former archon. Zhongli smiles and gently strokes the back of Xiao’s head with his right hand while holding him up with his left arm.

“Oh my gosh, my heart can’t take this.” You gushed, staring at the adorable sight in front of you. Venti pats you on the cheek with his fist, making you wince. “Ah, okay, okay! Let's make you all breakfast.” You gently grabbed Venti’s fist before turning around.

Venti giggles loudly, clapping his hands while cheering, “Yay!” 

You smiled and kissed the top of Venti’s head as you walked towards the stairs with Zhongli following after you with Xiao in his arms. As you were walking down the stairs, the twelve children followed after you while shouting incoherent words at one another. Itto and Childe being the rambunctious children they are, the both of them were loudest and caused the most scene as everyone was heading downstairs for breakfast. Childe and Itto began to push and shove one another, causing one person to stumble into you, causing you to lose your footing.

Quick on his feet, Zhongli wraps his arm around your waist before you could fall down the stairs with Venti still in your arms. You held onto his silk t-shirt tightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Zhongli looks down at Itto and Childe with a glare.

“Do not push and shove one another! Both of you could’ve gotten hurt, and [Y/N] and Venti could’ve fallen down the stairs!” Zhongli scolds the two unruly children. Itto and Childe pouted, looking away with their arms crossed over their chest.

“Sorry [Y/N] and Venti.” The duo apologizes, hugging both of your legs with puppy dog eyes.

“It’s okay, boys. Just, please, be careful next time.” You gently rubbed the top of their heads.

“Bad!” Xiao says, pointing down at Itto and Childe with an angry pout on his face. His cheeks flushed red with anger before looking up at you with a small pout. You giggled and pet Xiao’s head, kissing his chubby cheeks. Zhongli held onto your hand, looking down at you with a soft gaze, causing you to melt on the inside.

“Are you okay?” Zhongli asks, lightly squeezing your hand with his. You squeezed his hand back with a smile on your face.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Zhongli. Thank you for catching me.” You said shyly, standing on the tips of your toes before pressing a kiss on his cheeks. Zhongli stares down at you, his cheeks bright red with a shy smile on his face. You pull away from Zhongli, giving him one last smile before continuing on walking downstairs towards the kitchen and dining area. Zhongli presses his hand on the spot where you have kissed him, his cheeks burning red.

“Eww, cooties!” Scaramouche says, scrunching his face up in disgust.

Zhongli rolls his eyes with a faint chuckle, “Alright, boys. Let’s go downstairs for breakfast now.” He gently nudges them forward. Once everyone had arrived at the kitchen and dining area, the boys sat down at their respective seats, with the help of Zhongli.

“Looks like we need to get high chairs for both Xiao and Venti.” You said, gently bouncing Venti up. Venti giggles loudly and claps his hands with joy.

“Would we really need to get them high chairs when they return to their normal selves soon?” Zhongli asks, leaning against the counter with Xiao propped up on his waist.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I think we’ll need it either way since we won’t be able to cook, clean, or feed them with them in our arms.” You said, searching through the wooden cabinets for ingredients to cook some breakfast for the fourteen children. An idea suddenly pops up in your head. You held your index finger up, signaling Zhongli to give you a moment as you walked out of the kitchen and dining area. You grabbed a plush throw blanket and began wrapping it around you and Venti, making a child carrier sling.

“That’ll do for now!” You said, walking back to where Zhongli stood with Venti strapped to your chest, snuggling up against your chest, the top of his head peeking out from the makeshift child carrier sling. Zhongli felt his heart swell up at the sight of you with a baby Venti wrapped up against your chest, his tiny head poking from the top. Is this what you’ll look like if you and he have children?

“Time to make breakfast for the kids.” You hummed softly, bringing out the pots and pans to make pancakes for them to eat.

“Tofu.” Xiao blurts out, clinging to Zhongli as he watches you from a distance. You chuckle to yourself.

“Alright, Xiao. I’ll make some almond tofu just for you!” You said, pulling out almonds, milk, sugar, and tofu. While you and Zhongli were making breakfast for the kids, the twelve children were talking about the most random things while waiting for their breakfast. Being the helpful kid out of the others, Diluc and Dainsleif set the table and placed utensils down in different areas of the table for everyone.

“Will Xiao and Venti need a utensil too?” Dainsleif asks, looking up at you and Zhongli curiously. 

“They’re babies, Dainsleif. I think [Y/N] and Zhongli will be feeding them instead.” Diluc approaches the blond boy with his arms over his chest.

“Some eleven-month-old children can feed themselves. Not perfectly, but they can.” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest.

“But we don’t know that for Xiao and Venti,” Diluc argues.

“Boys, boys.” You said, looking over at them. “Zhongli and I will be feeding Xiao and Venti for now. I don’t really trust them with utensils.” You said, placing pancakes on each plate.

“There’s no need to argue over this. Go sit at the dining table; your breakfast is almost ready.” Zhongli says, motioning them to go to the dining room. Dainsleif and Diluc muttered to themselves, turning around before walking to their seats. You and Zhongli give each other a look before continuing to put pancakes on the plate and sliced fruits into little bowls.

“Do you think one of them is going to start throwing a tantrum soon?” You ask, looking over at Zhongli.

Zhongli sighs and shakes his head, “Dear archons, I sure hope not.” You chuckled and continued to prepare breakfast for the little ones. Once you and Zhongli had finished preparing breakfast, the both of you began setting down the plate of pancakes and little bowl that contained sliced fruits in front of each child. After placing their breakfast in front of them, you and Zhongli poured a glass of grape juice and valberry juice into the cup. The children immediately dived into their food, stuffing their faces with pancakes and sliced fruits. 

“I think we might need sippy cups as well.” You muttered, stroking your chin as you mentally prayed that none of them would spill juice on themselves.

“I believe that you’re getting a little bit ahead of yourself, dearest.” Zhongli chuckles, shaking his head as he spoon-feeds Xiao almond tofu. Xiao’s cheeks were filled with almond tofu as he chewed on his favorite dish.

“I-I’m not getting ahead of myself!” You sputtered, cheeks turning bright red at the nickname Zhongli had given you. “I’m just being prepared for the future!” You mumbled, feeding Venti valberry and sunsettia oatmeal. Venti hums in delight, munching on the oatmeal happily while clapping his hands.

“Oh? Will we be having children in the future?” Zhongli teases you, looking over at you with a small smile. There it was again! That soft look he was giving you! You felt yourself melting in your seat from the look Zhongli was giving you. You were sure that your face was almost as red as Diluc’s hair by now.

“Zhongli!” You whined, covering your red face with your empty hand. “You rascal!” You hissed, pouting to yourself as you continued to spoon-feed Venti oatmeal. You hear a soft chuckle coming from where Zhongli was sitting. Your face was so red that it reached the tip of your ears, turning them just as red as your face. If this is what your married and family life would be like with Zhongli? Just the thought of being married to the former archon and having children with him made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re cute.” Zhongli chuckles, reaching over to where you sat before lightly squeezing your cheeks with an endearing smile on his face. You looked over at Zhongli from the corner of your eyes, your bottom lip jutting out as you mumbled incoherent words. You continued to feed valberry and sunsettia oatmeal to the eleven-month-old anemo archon, watching him eat his breakfast gleefully.

“My, my. You’re quite a flirt and a tease today, aren’t you, Zhongli?” You huffed, feeling your face heat up even more at Zhongli’s little teasing smile and soft gaze. If you weren’t in love with Zhongli already, you most certainly are now.

“I’m full….” Kazuha says, pushing his plate away from him. “But I also finished my pancake, not my fruits, though,” Kazuha adds, a small pout forming on his face.

“That’s totally fine, Kazuha! We can save the fruits as a snack instead.” You said, smiling at the small samurai. 

“I finished everything!” Kaeya says, pointing at his empty plate and fruit bowl with a triumphant smile. “But I feel like my tummy is going to explode,” Kaeya mumbles, rubbing his now round belly. 

“I don’t think that’s possible, Captain Kaeya.” Baizhu drones, tilting his head to the side. He looks over at you and Zhongli, pointing at his plate. “I also finished my breakfast.” He smiles.

“That’s great to hear! I’m glad that you’re able to finish your breakfast.” Zhongli smiles, ruffling Baizhu’s hair.

“Can we get boba later?” Ayato speaks up, grabbing a sliced sunsettia from his bowl before munching on it.

“Did you finish your breakfast?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Ayato with your head slightly tilted to the side.

“Yes, I finished my pancakes, and I am almost done with my fruits,” Ayato nods his head, holding up his almost empty bowl.

“This is the best breakfast I’ve ever had!” Thoma chimes happily, taking a sip of his grape juice with a bright smile on his face. “Can I help you with cleaning up?” Thoma asks sweetly.

“Of course, Thoma! Thank you for offering your help. We really appreciate it.” You stroked Thoma’s soft blond hair. 

“Should we really let the children have boba after breakfast? Isn’t it quite filling?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“We won’t let them immediately have boba after breakfast.” You shook your head. “I believe that we should all take a nice walk around Inazuma and let the children digest their food before we grab some boba.” You said, wiping Venti’s mouth with the cloth napkin.

“I believe that we shouldn’t be letting Ayato, in particular, drink so much boba. He’ll develop a sweet tooth, and he’ll get cavities.” Zhongli sighs.

“Aw, look at you!” You cooed, reaching over to gently pinch his cheeks with a teasing smile. “Someone’s fatherly instincts are kicking in.” You giggled.

Zhongli sighs, reaching up to grab your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. “Well, when we have children in the future together, I want them all to be healthy,” Zhongli says. Your face turns bright red at Zhongli’s nonchalant response. How could someone like Zhongli say that so calmly?! Your heart couldn’t take this much longer. If he wanted to breed you right then and there, he could’ve just said it himself! You quickly shook your head, ridding the dirty thoughts that were surfacing in your mind. You heard a faint snort coming from the former archon as he sighed softly, examining your facial features with that soft gaze once again.

“You want to have children with me?” You squeaked; Zhongli chuckles at your reaction before pinching your cheeks. 

“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else but you.” Said Zhongli, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheeks.

“I heard we’re going for walkies!?” Gorou asks excitedly, popping up between you and Zhongli with stars in his eyes. You and Zhongli leaned away from one another with flushed cheeks, clearing your throats awkwardly.

“Who says walk like that?” Scaramouche asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I do! Now hush!” Gorou glares at Scaramouche.

“No need to be a big meanie, Scarapoop.” Itto huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at the Inazuman child.

“Pffft! Scarapoop.” Childe giggles, stifling his laughter behind his hand. Both Itto and Childe giggle with one another while Scaramouche’s face becomes flustered at the nickname that was given to him by Itto.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of my name!” Scaramouche scowls, zapping both Itto and Childe. Itto and Childe shriek in pain before running over to where you and Zhongli sat, climbing onto your laps while whimpering.

“Childe, Itto! Do not make fun of anyone’s name; it’s rude and disrespectful.” Zhongli scolds the two rambunctious children.

“Meanies,” Xiao says, batting Childe’s hand with his tiny hand.

“Bad!” Venti points at Itto and Childe with a small glare on his face.

“Other than that, yea, we are going to go on walks soon before we get boba.” You said, getting up from your seat. You grabbed Venti and placed him back on the makeshift child carrier sling. Zhongli followed after you with Thoma tailing behind him. As much as it was sweet for Thoma to offer to help you and Zhongli clean up since there wasn’t a step stool, Thoma struggled to help. So, what Zhongli did was hand him a fluffy towel to dry off the freshly washed plates, bowls, and utensils.

Thoma didn’t seem to mind much about not being able to help you wash the dishes; as long as he was able to help you and Zhongli out in some kind of way, he’s content. While you were drying your hand on the towel, Albedo walked into the kitchen and grabbed ahold of both your and Zhongli’s pant leg.

“Can we go collect some butterflies as well?” You and Zhongli look at Albedo in confusion. “The strengthening potion, I think I mixed up some ingredients that have caused us to turn into children,” Albedo says.

“Of course.” Zhongli nods his head. “Do you know when the potion will wear off?” Zhongli asks; Albedo shrugs his shoulders. Zhongli sighs in defeat, his shoulders slumping. Xiao gently pats both of Zhongli’s cheeks as if he was trying to comfort him. Zhongli smiles and gently strokes Xiao’s hair.

“I believe that we all need to get ready, but…” You trailed off with a weak sigh, running your hands through your hair. “I don’t think the clothes in your closet would fit you all right now.” You muttered, scratching your cheeks. Before your hopes could drop into the deepest depths of the ocean, an idea popped up in your mind. A few weeks ago, you jokingly said that you wanted to learn how to sew clothes, and Diluc and Childe surprised you with a sewing machine and some clothing fabrics. At first, you were against it because you were just joking around about it, but they took it literally and got you a sewing machine, fabrics, threads, and many more.

“This is going to take a while, but I don’t want the kids to step foot into Inazuma in clothes that don’t fit them.” You said, handing Venti over to Zhongli before pulling out your sewing machine, threads, clothing fabrics, and pencil.

“Are you making clothes for them?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You nod your head in response before unraveling the fabrics. “Won’t that take a while?” He places Venti on the floor, letting the eleven-month-old anemo archon run off with a loud squeal.

“It will, but I cannot let them leave the abode looking like this.” You sighed softly. 

In the end, you were able to sew some shirts and pants for the boys with the help of Zhongli and Xiao being the little helper and model. After being able to sew clothes that fit the fourteen children, you have decided to make a makeshift backpack leash for the twelve children and two child carriers to carry Xiao and Venti in. At first, Zhongli was taken aback when you said that you were going to be making leashes for the children. He was almost horrified at the thought of leashing children until you gave him a perfect reason and that it wasn’t an actual leash that people would put on their pets.

“It prevents the children from running off and being kidnapped. Plus, with twelve rambunctious children, I think it’s best that we keep them leashed.” You said, putting Venti in your handmade child carrier. For something that is made within a few hours, it looks pretty decent for something that was handmade.

“Do people in your world do that with their children?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, they do, actually!” You said, strapping each child to the makeshift backpack leash. “Since the children in my world tend to run off and cause trouble, their parents will put them on backpack leashes to prevent them from running off and causing chaos.” You said. You were grateful that you were able to make yourself look presentable before leaving the abode. And by presentable, I mean athletic shorts, a plain black shirt, and sandals. Instead of wearing his usual attire, Zhongli decided to wear some comfortable clothes. Black sweat pants that hung low at his hips, a white silk t-shirt, and closed-toe shoes. You couldn’t help but admire his appearance; even when he’s wearing clothes that he usually doesn’t wear outside of the abode, he looks perfect.

“Are you liking what you’re seeing?” Zhongli asks, cocking an eyebrow at you with the corner of his lips quirked up. You quickly looked away from Zhongli with a huff of breath; cheeks tinted pink.

“Alright, kids! Are you all ready to go to Inazuma?” You announced, trying to shake off the feeling of embarrassment that was rested upon you after getting caught by Zhongli for staring at him.

“Yes!” They all chorused, and you giggled at how adorable they all sounded. You were just glad that you weren’t the one to turn into a child.

“We’re ready!” Albedo smiles.

“Let’s go! I want some boba!” Ayato tries to run off, only to be pulled back by the backpack leash that Zhongli was holding onto. Ayato pouts with his arms crossed over his chest, mumbling under his breath about not being able to get boba immediately. Zhongli gives Ayato a disapproving look, causing the young Inazuman child to flush with embarrassment. You chuckled to yourself. Zhongli is such a strict father figure, but the boys know that he means well and doesn’t want anyone to run off and get hurt. Or worse, get kidnapped. 

“Now, now, Ayato. I know you’re excited to get boba, but please don’t run off.” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head.

“Yeah!” Xiao says from his child carrier, pouting down at the other twelve boys.

“Let’s head out into town now, shall we?” You said, opening the door of the mansion in the abode. The children around you cheer loudly, trying to run out of the house, only to be held back by the leashes that you and Zhongli were holding onto.

"Oh, come on! We’re not puppies!” Childe whines, glaring down at the backpack leash that he was strapped to.

“Hush, Harbinger. Did you not hear what [Y/N] said earlier? It’s for our own safety.” Diluc scolds the ginger-haired boy. Childe pouts with his arms over his chest, looking away from Diluc.

“You know, if you all continue to act up and not want to be on the backpack leash for your own safety, we can always stay home instead.” You suggested. The children immediately protested against your suggestion. Both you and Zhongli gave each other a knowing look before leaving the abode with the fourteen children.

Before leaving the abode, you and Zhongli didn’t think about the looks people would be giving the both of you as you were passing by them with two children strapped to your chest while the other twelve were on backpack leashes, rambling and talking loudly amongst one another. It felt almost normal to you and Zhongli, and the two of you didn’t mind the side glances you two were getting from bystanders. What you and Zhongli assume were people whispering about the backpack leashes, but they were talking about something else.

“That couple has such a huge family.” The woman whispers to her husband, looking at you and Zhongli, speechless.

“And they have two more strapped to their chests!” The husband would whisper back to his wife behind his hands, trying not to make it seem evident that he was staring at your little family.

“Fourteen children! How do they handle such…. Energetic children?” Another couple would whisper to each other, looking at your little family in shock.

“How do they have that much time to have fourteen children? They must’ve wanted a huge family.” An elderly man says to his coworker, glancing over at where you, Zhongli, and the fourteen children stood. You adjusted yourself awkwardly, attempting to ignore the comments that were being made about you and Zhongli’s big “family.”

“I mean, both of them are quite good-looking.” The man says, stroking his chin as his wife looks over at you and Zhongli from the corner of her eyes. “It must be hard for them to contain themselves when they have a significant other that is so alluring.” He adds, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re not wrong. Those two must’ve go at it like rabbits.” The woman says to her husband. Both yours and Zhongli’s faces turned bright red at the woman’s comment; you gulped and pulled at your shirt collar. You prayed to whichever archon was listening to you, praying that the ground would just split open and swallow you whole.

“Do you think they’re expecting another child?” The elderly woman whispers to her friend; her friend shrugs her shoulders in response, not knowing what else to say at the sight of you and Zhongli with fourteen children.

“If they are, I would be shocked because how can someone handle this many children?” The elderly woman’s friend answers.

“I think the other one is pregnant.” She points at you, causing your eyes to widen. You turn to look at Zhongli, feeling offended that the woman assumed that you were pregnant. Did you look…. Fat?

“Zhongli, do I look fat!?” You whispered, tugging on his shirt. He looks at you in confusion, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

“Fat? You don’t look fat.” Zhongli says.

“One of the elderly women said that I looked pregnant! Therefore, I look fat to them!” You said, looking over at the women, causing them to become flustered before scurrying off somewhere.

“Dearest, you don’t look fat at all!” Zhongli reassures you, caressing your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheeks gently. You couldn’t help but pout to yourself and look elsewhere. The sixteen of you were waiting for your boba drinks to be ready. The snide comments by the older women made you feel self-conscious about your weight now. Tsk. Do these women know how to keep the comments to themselves? It's like they intentionally say it out loud so that you can hear what they are saying.

“Do I need to go on a diet?!” You muttered to yourself, pressing your empty hand to your cheek, pinching the fat of your cheeks with a small frown.

“Don’t go on a diet. I love you just how you are; you don’t need to change yourself just because someone made an unnecessary comment about your appearance.” Zhongli says, gently grabbing your hand, pulling it down away from your face.

“You love me?” You squeaked, looking up at Zhongli in awe.

“Of course! I-I mean, we all do. Not just me.” Zhongli sputters, looking away from you, flustered. The tips of his ears were just as red as his face.

“Yeah! We love you!” Kaeya says, wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling up at you cutely.

“We love you very much!” Kazuha says shyly with a bright red face.

“We love you just the way you are!” Gorou says, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his tail wagging happily. 

Scaramouche hugs you tightly, a big pout prominent on his face. “Don’t listen to those old hags! They only have a few years on their lifespan. They’re just jealous that you’re still youthful compared to their wrinkly butts!”

“Yeah! What Scaramouche said!” Itto nods his head.

“Their comment was very unnecessary,” Dainsleif grumbles; his eyes were scanning the crowd for the elderly woman that made a jab towards your appearance. 

“Please don’t listen to them and take their comments to the heart,” Thoma says softly, giving you puppy dog eyes.

The boys surround you, attempting to give you a hug. You laugh softly, gently petting each boy’s head with a small smile on your face. Xiao reaches out to you with grabby hands; Zhongli approaches you and wraps his arms around your waist, careful not to crush any of the children while doing so. Zhongli had his arms wrapped around your waist while Xiao attempted to hug you. Venti, not knowing what Xiao was doing, hugged Xiao. Xiao grumbles and lightly brushes Venti’s arms away, awkwardly clutching your arm.

You couldn’t help but melt under their hugs, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotions hit you all at once. You laughed and gave each of them hugs, letting them know how much you appreciate each of them and how they all mean to you. The sixteen of you end up sitting outside of Inazuma City, sipping on your boba drinks while Albedo is trying to catch some butterflies for the strengthening concoction.

“I can see why Ayato loves boba so much,” Baizhu mumbles, sipping his matcha green tea boba happily while chewing on the tapioca pearls.

“It’s quite delicious and comes in a variety of flavors.” Zhongli hums, mixing his osmanthus milk tea and tapioca pearls with the boba straw.

“I think Xiao is enjoying his almond milk tea boba.” You giggled, wiping the trail of almond milk tea from his chin. “Be careful, Xiao. We wouldn’t want you to choke on your drink.” You cooed; Xiao looked up at you with doe-like eyes before continuing on sipping his boba. Zhongli chuckles and adjusts Xiao in his child carrier sling, giving Xiao some space to be able to move around and drink his boba in peace without feeling restricted. Xiao slightly squirms in Zhongli’s lap as he attempts to hold the boba cup with his tiny hands. Zhongli grabbed the bottom of the cup to make sure that Xiao didn’t accidentally drop the cup or spill it onto the ground.

“Yummy,” Xiao says, smacking his lips together before he continues to sip on his drink. You looked down at Venti, who was drinking your boba peacefully. You gently rubbed the top of Venti’s head, looking over at where Albedo and Dainsleif were, attempting to catch as many butterflies as they could for the strengthening potion.

“I’m glad that we’re able to hang outside of the abode together.” You said, smiling at Zhongli as you looked at the kids scattered around you and Zhongli, yet still in close proximity. “Granted, they are children, but I hope we can all hang outside of the abode together when they return to their normal selves.” You added.

Zhongli smiles, “I’m sure they will agree to go outside of the abode more. We can all explore different areas of Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma together.” He places his hand over yours, gently squeezing your hand.

“I’m a little nervous about exploring more of the regions.” You sighed, resting your head on Zhongli’s shoulders. “What if we run into some trouble while doing so?” You ask, looking up at Zhongli.

“We will protect you,” Zhongli says simply; you shook your head.

“What if you guys end up getting injured because you were all trying to protect me from harm?” You whispered. 

Zhongli gently grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up, making eye contact with you. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, giving you a small reassuring smile. You feel your face heat up for the thousandth time today.

“There’s nothing to worry about, [Y/N]. We’re all capable of protecting one another and staying away from danger. If we can protect you just fine, we can protect one another without any issues.” Zhongli says, giving you a small smile.

“Promise?” You squeaked, holding up your hand for a pinky promise. Zhongli stares at you in confusion before chuckling to himself. He held up his hand before locking his pinky with yours.

“It’s a promise,” Zhongli says. You smile at Zhongli before resuming resting your head on his shoulders, pinkies still intertwined with each other.

“Watch this, Itto!” Childe says, nudging the oni with an evil smirk on his face. He takes a sip from his boba before filling the straw with just tapioca pearls. Childe began shooting a large number of wet tapioca pearls at Itto, causing Itto to shriek with laughter. 

“Oh, it’s on Childe!” Itto smirks, loading his straw with tapioca balls before shooting them at the Harbinger. Itto and Childe continue to blow tapioca pearls at one another, causing them to fly all over the place. One tapioca ball, in particular, ended up hurdling towards you and Zhongli, smacking you right in the face, before bouncing off of Zhongli’s forehead. The two of you jumped, startled at the sudden contact.

“What was that?” You muttered, touching the area where the tapioca pearls had hit you. Your face scrunched up at the feeling of the sliminess and cold of the tapioca balls.

“Ajax, Itto.” You and Zhongli look over at Itto and Childe with a scolding look. Itto and Childe froze in fear before running off to where Diluc and Kaeya sat while sipping on their boba.

“How much longer are they going to be like this?” You sighed weakly. It’s been only a day, but it felt like an eternity. As much as you enjoyed having the fourteen men as children because of how adorable they are, it doesn’t stop a few of them (Childe and Itto) from being troublemakers and rambunctious. You just hope that Albedo is able to figure out how to reverse the potion and get them all back to their usual selves, or else you and Zhongli will have to play house until they are all back to normal. Although, you didn’t mind playing house with Zhongli. You were able to catch a glimpse of what Zhongli would be like if he were a father and a husband. The mere thought of being married to Zhongli and having a family with Zhongli made your heart flutter in your chest, your cheeks burning from the constant teasing coming from Zhongli’s end.

“I wish I have the answers to your question,” Zhongli says, taking a sip from his cup. “But unfortunately, I don’t have any answers.” He frowns.

“As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be okay.” You give Zhongli a small smile. Zhongli presses a kiss on the top of your head, resting his cheek on your head while Xiao continues to drink from his boba cup.

“‘m tired,” Venti says, rubbing his eyes before letting out a huge yawn. You gently took the cup away from Venti, situating him in the child carrier sling. Venti leaned his head on your chest before letting out another yawn.

“Looks like it’s time for us to head back to the abode for the children to rest, don’t you think?” You murmured, caressing the back of Venti’s head. You looked over at Xiao, seeing him slowly dozing off in Zhongli’s arms, his head tilted forward.

“It appears so.” A smile appears on Zhongli’s face; he takes the now empty boba cup from Xiao’s hands. 

“Alright, kids!” You said, getting up from your seat. “Let's head back to the abode. I believe that it’s nap time for everyone.”

“I’m not feeling sleepy at all.” Diluc protests, getting up from his spot with Kaeya.

“Yeah, me neither! I think it’s just Xiao and Venti that needed a nap the most.” Kaeya says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, if you don’t need a nap, then that’s fine. We should head back to the abode before lunch.” You said, ruffling Diluc and Kaeya’s hair.

“It’s not even lunchtime yet?” Thoma asks, his eyes widening in shock. 

“Today feels like a really long day.” Ayato sighs, throwing his boba cup into the nearby trash.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Baizhu hums, tossing his empty cup into the recycling bin with a yawn.

“Looks like you need a nap too, Baizhu.” Zhongli chuckles, standing up before stretching. The bottom of Zhongli’s shirt lifts up slightly, revealing his lower stomach. You quickly looked away and cleared your throat.

“Albedo, did you get the butterflies that you need for the strengthening concoction?” You ask as he approaches you and Zhongli with Dainsleif tailing behind.

“Yes, I got the butterflies that are needed for the concoction.” Albedo nods his head.

“We also collected some Naku weed for the concoction to hopefully return us back to our usual self,” Dainsleif added, holding up a pile of Naku weed.

“How are you so sure that the Naku weed will help us turn back into our regular state?” Kazuha asks, looking at Dainsleif and Albedo curiously.

“Let’s not question the alchemist that got us into this situation.” Scaramouche sighs, leaning against your leg before letting out a small yawn.

“Yeah, let’s go home before any of us fall asleep,” Gorou says, clutching onto Zhongli’s pant leg. Zhongli smiles and places a gentle hand on Gorou’s head, lightly scratching his ears, causing Gorou to hum in delight, leaning further into Zhongli’s hands. You smiled at the adorable sight before strapping the children back onto the backpack leash. The last thing you would want to deal with is children running around Inazuma City. After putting the twelve children on their backpack leashes, the fourteen of you began to walk out of the city. While you, Zhongli, and the children were walking back to where the teapot sat, a couple approached both you and Zhongli.

“Excuse me, are these your children?” The woman asks, looking down at the twelve children curiously.

“Of course they are; why?” You ask, looking at the man and woman warily.

“Oh, we were just wondering because there’s so many of them. Plus, the children do not look like their parents at all.” The woman says casually, giving you a fake smile.

“You know, adoption is a thing.” You cocked your eyebrow at the woman. She became flustered and began to stutter, her face almost as red as Diluc’s hair.

“Are you implying that my significant other and I kidnapped these children?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at the couple.

“What! No, no! We’re not accusing the two of you of kidnapping children!” The man sputters, shaking his head in denial.

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to go home in peace now.” You said, brushing by the couple with your left arm linked with Zhongli’s right arm. The children glared at the couple before letting out a huff of breath, shoving through them while giggling mischievously. 

“The sheer audacity of that woman.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “People have no shame these days, I swear.” You sighed.

Once you, Zhongli, and the fourteen children got back to the abode, everything felt like a blur. Despite the entire day dragged on and it felt like an eternity. The last thing you remembered before nightfall was feeding them and having to give the children a bath before changing them into their pajamas right before making dinner for the children— which ended up being a disaster. The bath part was a disaster.

Has anyone ever witnessed an archon chasing around a couple of naked children just to give them a bath? Well, needless to say, you’re the first person to have ever witnessed it with your very own eyes. It was a comical sight! You nearly died laughing while Zhongli gave you the “help me dammit!” look as he was chasing around the giggling naked children. You ended up giving in because you felt bad for watching the archon struggle to catch these energetic and devious children to bathe them.

After the whole bathing fiasco, you and Zhongli made them all dinner. The children are all fresh and clean; they all sit in the living room, occupied with Albedo’s attempt to make the potion that’ll turn them back to their usual selves. They crowded around Albedo, watching him fix the ingredients to make the concoction.

“Do you think it’ll work?” Kaeya asks, peeking from Albedo’s shoulders to see what Albedo is putting into the glass flask.

“It should work! I’m sure these are the actual ingredients this time. I’m almost done, so we can all drink this before dinner starts.” Albedo says, lifting the glass flask up while mixing it with a stirring rod.

“Wait, is this the strengthening concoction, or is this some concoction that’ll turn us all back to normal?” Kazuha asks, crossing his arms over his chest. The blue-green liquid was swirling around in the glass flask; it was almost glittery by the way the light was reflecting off of the concoction. It looks pretty but also intimidating because the boys didn’t know whether it would turn them back to normal or make it worse.

Before Albedo could answer, Zhongli called them all to the dining room for dinner while setting up the dinner table. Albedo quickly finishes up, adding a few ingredients to the potion and mixing the ingredients together. Albedo hands the small test tube to each person. They all downed the concoction, wincing at the taste of the elixir.

“Well, it doesn’t taste nearly as bad as the first one did.” Ayato clears his throat, wincing at the aftertaste of the elixir.

The boys quickly cleaned up and organized the small lab corner that Albedo had set up before walking over to where dinner was waiting for them to ingest. Even though the boys wanted to tell you and Zhongli that they had ingested another round of mystery concoction that was made by Albedo, they were worried that they would jinx it if they were to do so. So, they remained silent and began to eat the food that both you and Zhongli had prepared for everyone to eat. 

Dinner was pretty tamed and quiet—small comments here and there, mainly from you and Zhongli. The little flirtation between you and Zhongli was evident to the fourteen children. Even though they are all children and couldn’t do many things about it, they had to sit idly by and watch Zhongli get you all for himself. 

For the remaining time during dinner, they were all pouting. Whenever Zhongli would make a comment that would make you blush, the boys would interrupt with a random comment. They were trying to cockblock Zhongli, and it was hilarious to see. While the boys expected Zhongli to lose his temper and snap at them, he actually kept his cool and acted as if the boys had never interrupted him at all. Whenever you were eating and had a small crumb at the corner of your lips, Zhongli would wipe it away with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you. 

Sometimes, you would squish his cheeks with your hands when you thought the children weren’t watching. The only time you knew that they were watching was when Venti or Xiao started being fussy, whining for your attention. Right after dinner, you were about to tuck them all into bed (after brushing their teeth). But they all protested and suggested that they wanted to sleep with you in your bedroom.

“I don’t think I can fit fourteen children on my bed. I don’t have much space on my bed except for one other person aside from me.” You said, stroking your chin.

“What? Is that other person Zhongli?” Scaramouche asks, looking over at Zhongli with a pout on his face.

“Hehe….” You giggled shyly.

“No! I forbid!” Childe protests, throwing himself at you with tears in his eyes.

“You forbid what?” You cooed, lifting Childe up in your arms before lightly pinching his cheeks. Childe lets out a series of sniffles before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Us turning into children put Zhongli fifteen steps ahead of us!” Itto wails, wrapping his arms around your thighs.

“If you’re going to sleep in the same bed as Zhongli, then we will have to sleep in the same bed as you!” Dainsleif declares, crossing his arms over his chest with a faint pout on his face. Dainsleif was never outright affectionate with you, but he does show it subtly. 

“Yes, I agree with what Dainsleif says!” Ayato nods his head, shuffling up to you while dragging Thoma with him.

“Just to make sure there’s no funny business going on, that’s all!” Thoma adds, giving you an innocent smile while rocking back and forth on the tip and heel of his toes.

“Funny business?” Gorou asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

You sighed and glanced over at Zhongli; he quirked an eyebrow at you, causing you to become flustered. For some reason, the way Zhongli raised an eyebrow at you was so attractive. Zhongli is just effortlessly perfect, and it was unfair that he has this kind of impact on you.

“Looks like we’ll all be taking a nap in the living room.” You said, turning around to walk out of your bedroom with the boys and Zhongli following after you. “I’ll bring out the extra blankets and pillows.” You said, walking down the stairs with Childe still clinging onto you while Zhongli held both Xiao and Venti in his arms as he walked down the stairs.

“Do you want me to bring out the extra-large mattress we have stored in the closet?” Zhongli asks; you nod your head.

“Yes, please. At first, I thought it was odd for Itto to bring home a huge mattress out of the blue, but this is the perfect time to use it.” You chuckled, placing Childe down on the ground. You pulled out extra pillows and blankets from the same closet where the huge mattress is stored. Zhongli placed the mattress down in front of the couch before helping you prepare the bed, putting bed sheets on the mattress, and tossing a series of pillows onto the bed before organizing them.

“So, we’re all sleeping on this one giant bed?” Diluc asks, patting the giant mattress.

“It seems like it.” Baizhu nods his head, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“It’s getting late; we should go to bed now.” You said, walking over to the light switches before switching them off. The only thing that kept the living room illuminated was the small nightlight that was plugged into the corner of the living room. The minute you sat down on the bed, the children climbed onto the bed, arguing over who could lay next to you. Zhongli lays down beside you, and Xiao plops on top of Zhongli, snuggling up against the archon. Xiao subconsciously begins to suck on his thumbs, making you coo at the adorable sight.

“It’s like Xiao is your child, Zhongli.” You poked Zhongli’s cheeks as you lay down. Before Zhongli could reply, the boys piled on top of you. You grunted when someone accidentally kneed you in the stomach; Venti was lying on top of your chest, almost asleep. You can hear other children around you grumble in discontentment, muttering about how they wanted to cuddle on your chest, but the spot was occupied by an eleven-month-old anemo archon.

“Hey, be careful.” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head in disapproval while the boys quietly bickered over who gets to lay on your arms and who doesn’t. You ended up laying your head on Zhongli’s right arm while the children were scattered on top of you. 

“Are you comfortable?” Zhongli asks softly; you nod your head with a soft hum.

“I am, but the number of children laying on top of me isn’t so comfortable.” You laughed softly, brushing Venti’s bangs away from his face.

“Do you want me to move them?” Zhongli asks. You shook your head in response.

“Nah, I think we can move them when they fall asleep.” You said, brushing a stray hair away from Zhongli’s face with a tired smile. “We should get some sleep now.” You whispered, letting out a yawn.

Zhongli presses a kiss on the side of your head, “Goodnight, [Y/N].” He whispers into your ears. You feel goosebumps forming on your arms, heat rushing to your cheeks at the proximity between you and Zhongli. You swallowed the forming lump in your throat before snuggling up against Zhongli with a content smile. Even though today felt slow and was crazy, you were glad that Zhongli was there to help you with everything. From assisting you with handling the unruly children to feeding the children, you will forever be grateful for Zhongli and everything he has done for you.

“Goodnight, Zhongli.” You feel Venti snuggle up against your chest, tightening his grip on your shirt. You gently stroked Venti’s head, slowly closing your eyes. Soon, you drifted off to sleep to the sound of soft snores coming from the children around you.

The very next day, you woke up to the feeling of a heavy chest. You cracked your eyes open, only to see Venti peering down at you with a cheeky smile as he was straddling your waist, caging you in between his arms. 

“Venti! You’re back to normal!” You squeaked, gently pushing him off of you so you could sit up on the bed.

“Technically, we’re all back to normal.” Xiao sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re really comfortable to sleep on, [Y/N]!” Venti chirps, snuggling up against you with a smile on his face.

“That’s a relief.” You sighed, feeling the tension leaving your body as you struggled to get up from the bed. Diluc and Baizhu help you get up from the bed, clearing their throats awkwardly.

“You’d make a fantastic parent one day, [Y/N],” Diluc says, his cheeks bright red.

“I agree! Although it’s been only a day, I believe that you’ll be a fantastic parent.” Baizhu smiles, patting the top of your head.

“Zhongli would be a terrifying father. So strict.” Childe shivers, ignoring the glare the shirtless archon was giving him. Wait, shirtless?

“Why are you shirtless? Although, I don’t mind seeing you shirtless.” You giggled, covering your reddening cheeks.

“Xiao drooled on me, and I needed to change my shirt,” Zhongli says simply, causing the yaksha to sputter in response. His face was bright red from Zhongli’s response. How dare Zhongli reveals to you that he drools in his sleep! This was one of the reasons why he rarely sleeps, other than the fact that adeptis don’t need sleep to be able to function. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the thought of Xiao drooling on Zhongli’s chest, completely knocked out and unaware of the puddle of drool forming beneath his cheeks as he slept.

“I’m relieved that the concoction was able to return us back to normal. It would be a shame if we all remained as children for quite a while.” Albedo says, entering the room in his usual attire.

“I honestly wouldn’t mind it at all!” You said, lightly pinching Scaramouche’s cheeks with a smile on your face. Scaramouche grumbled incoherent words to himself with his arms crossed over his chest, continuing to let you squeeze his cheeks. 

“After all, you guys are pretty adorable children. And also rambunctious and quite troublesome.” You said, looking over at Childe and Itto, who were trying to act casual.

“Now that you got to experience the parenthood with Zhongli over here, would you want to experience the parenthood with the one and oni?” Itto asks, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against his chest.

“Ha! Get in line, Itto.” Kaeya snorts, pulling you away from Itto with a small glare.

“As if you’re the only one that wants to experience parenthood with [Y/N].” Gorou huffs, grabbing onto your arm while shooting a glare in Itto’s direction.

“Hehe, I don’t think I’ll be a parent any time soon, but I don’t mind being one.” You said, scratching the back of your neck with a sheepish smile on your face.

“I just find it unfair how we all turned into children except for Zhongli, and Zhongli was able to experience parenthood with [Y/N],” Kazuha says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah! It was unfair!” Thoma frowns, looking away from everyone with a tiny pout as he sulks silently.

“Did you guys see how the two of them flirted with each other?” Scaramouche asks, looking over at you and Zhongli with a look of disapproval. The men grumbled in agreement, nodding their heads.

“Yeah! Right in front of us and everything!” Childe grumbles, sulking beside Thoma.

“All right, all right, let's save this talk for later. We still need to eat breakfast.” Dainsleif says, rolling his eyes at the sulking men.

You don’t know what’s waiting for you after breakfast, but you know for sure that the men will be questioning you on whether you would want to be a parent with a particular man or all of them. While you don’t mind being a parent with the men, what you do mind is what these nonexistent children would be like. Would they be like the men, or would they be the complete opposite of the men? The real question is, would you even be in Teyvat long enough to be a parent with one of the men or all of the men?

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THE TEASING TEACHER . . .

his favorite student is graduating, so nothing can stop him.

⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (32) x f!reader (21)

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Gojo, your college teacher which never really felt like a true professor, he was quite older than you and yet his looks said otherwise, you admired him, knowing him for just a little more than three years, he’d always pester you with jokes and give you tons of assignments.

Some things definitely changed as time went by and you could feel an odd air between the two of you, he’d ask more of you, laugh more near you, annoy you more, assist you intensely, surely something he did not do with the others. He surely had an arrogant personality, which did bother you from time to time, but it was his charm to be that goofy man dressed in such an attractive way, grasping the looks from whoever felt like giving him some proud attention, except for those surviving beside him — you included — since all were used to it. There was suddenly a day, in the week of your graduation, that you were called in to his office, lightly shaking in nervousness, wondering what could it be.

“Close it.” His voice echoed after you had knocked and entered the room, seeing him leaning on the wood table with arms crossed.

“You called, Mr. Gojo?”

“Yes, dear,” that damn nickname made you gulp hard. “you can come near, you know I don’t bite.” Staring at you with his permanently worn round black sunglasses, black long sleeve shirt that could drive anyone insane, doing as he ordered, noticing even more your height difference.

“Is there something I can do f—

“You’re graduating soon,” you kept shut, reminding yourself that his words were never to be interrupted. “I can’t seem to grasp that thought on my mind.”

“What do you mean, sir?” He stared at you, sighing after hearing that specific last word come out of your mouth.

“I don’t want you to graduate, or else I’ll be lonely.” That was unexpected, you were wordless.

“It’ll be sad to leave too, sensei.” His chest had risen once again, taking a deep breath.

“You like teasing me, don’tcha?” Your cheeks flushed, you knew he was flirty but not this much.

“Sorry, I don’t understand a thing, plus… are you insinuating that I’ll be repeating a year?”

“That does sound nice, doesn’t it? I could see you every day for another year.” Once more, you flushed.

“Is it appropriate for you to be saying such things, sensei?”

“No one’s listening.” His tone changed, it was shivering, you certainly were closer than you had acknowledged. In the silence, he threw his head back, letting you admire his well-defined neck and jaw, hearing as well a groan. “You sure are tempting.”

“Sens—

“Gosh, you know how to drive me insane, Y/N.” Once again he interrupted, staring right back at you with such intensity. “I wanna touch you.”

Speechless.

“Sensei, are you alright? You’re joking, right?” You saw him lean closer to you, feeling his breath on your cheeks.

“Not in the slightest, let me touch you.” You didn’t respond, your lips parting slightly, breathing heavily and leaving low groans of confusion. “Answer me.”

“Okay.” You murmured, so embarrassed you could cry, having his large fingers intervene with the strands of your hair, feeling them with the tips of those fingers, running through the root to ends.

“Your smell, your hair… your eyes.” He emphasized lowly, his voice enchanting you. Faces close by inches, the space only getting smaller until he then finally attached those soft velvety lips against yours in a sweet manner, pulling away with a peck noise, taking you by surprise, as you covered your mouth with your forearm unconsciously.

“Sensei, I… shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”

“If I give you permission then that won’t be a problem, will it?” You hummed in disagreement, not knowing what else could you say to this man, seeing him take off those glasses and rest them on the table. “Good, then sit here.” Before you could process the situation, you were found sat on top of his lap, on the leathery chair he was always found at. He could feel your heartbeat, not the one on your chest, he could feel your embarrassment, your fear, your arousal, your needy thoughts.

“Sensei.” You whispered unconsciously, not knowing what else you could say, having your legs bent to fit on the seat, to wrap around his legs and waist perfectly, having your smooth thighs held by his palms.

You were lucky, lucky to have been wearing a skirt that day, yet you were miserable, miserable to be wearing nothing but a white underwear underneath it, meaning your undeniable wetness had drawn a circle on the fabric of his pants. His face was inches apart and you could feel his intense gaze over you, his hands roaming every single curve and squeezing soft parts of your skin until reaching your lower waist, your hips, holding them still, pressing downwards, feeling his bulge growing and perfectly shaping under you, making you imagine how red your cheeks must have been, which was unusual, no man has ever made you feel this way, but you knew Gojo wasn’t just an ordinary man. His lips then pressed against your warm neck, leaving long pecks just to give an unexpected bite, a moaned gasp leaving your lips, your hips accidentally moving forward, back arching slightly and gripping onto his black sleeves.

“Dirty girl.” He murmured again.

“S-Sensei, people are going to see my, my neck.”

“Don’care.” Gojo mumbled, taking your skin into his mouth, your head slight up, eyes squinted and lips quivering in order to attempt quietness. You were growing impatient, having to deal with him marking territory, playing with you, taking his time with you and you couldn’t do anything but let him have his way, even though you enjoyed it immensely.

“U’re mine, get it, darling?” The man’s left hand cupped the side of your neck, hypnotizing you with those well-chosen words. All you could do was hum back. “Good.” You felt his hand sneak under you, lead by an unzipping noise, all while he had your neck as a biting toy.

“Wanna feel your pussy so bad.” He knew how to mess with your heart.

“S-Sensei, you’re being s-so inappropriate.” You shyly muttered.

“Want me to stop, honey? I doubt that’s the case, I know how much you like to hear me say that.” He was indeed correct, you loved it, the attention, the passion and he loved hearing you call him that way. Your hips leisurely and unnoticeable moved in a back and forth movement, having your clit ache for friction yet nothing happened. His hand held now the back of your head, pulling it slightly back, allowing more kisses on the flesh, his other unoccupied hand fondled your ass, gripping with will.

“I can’t wait any longer, can I fuck you already?” Gojo shamelessly asked, having to stare at you with a distressed expression, humming was all you could do, there was nothing in your mind that could make you think of what to reply. It was quick, you could finally feel his cock spring out of those boxers and touch your sensitive nub, it wasn’t fair that he was exactly like you had imagined, if not a bit bigger, your entire body getting to a reddish tone.

“Want me to fill you up real good?” He bit his lip, smirking, teasing you, it was over your limit, he was shameless, worthless, he was a whore, and you loved it, so much, it made you think of yourself as a perverted person.

“That’s not…”

“Stop looking for excuses,” You gripped onto the fabric over his chest. “as much as I want to hear your pretty voice, I’ll have to ask you to keep it down, can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His hands had easily pulled your shirt up, letting your torso exposed to him as you nodded carefully and hesitant. “Hold this with your mouth for me.” The white fabric of your own clothing was in between your teeth, just like he ordered, letting his hands grope onto your perfect amount of chubbiness by the sides of your pelvis. He aligned himself with you, as your panties were to the side, he had to be careful, or else he’d slide inside of you with just a simple move, because of how wet you were.

Finally, it was devastating, in such a good way, it was as if you were being destroyed by such amazing feeling, it was consuming you, possessing you entirely already, having your head and back thrown back, he wasn’t even halfway in, thrusting the tip so harshly and the rest of the length leisurely, provoking, punishing, making you miserable while he chuckled lowly, watching you get desperate. He surely had to keep composure, but little did you know that he was as miserable as you were, dirty thoughts all over his mind, wondering what he’d be doing with you next, how he’d make you come undone to him, how he’d make you his forever, he’s been longing for this for so long.

“Your little cunt is just so tight, and yet you’re so wet.” Your knuckles turned white, having his abundant girth finally enter you all the way in, letting out a relieved breath but he didn’t give you much time to adjust, thrusting inside you harshly, only once, resulting in your entire body moving along his, those strong hips of his lifting you from the chair so effortlessly, like you were a feather, a doll, his doll.

“S-Sensei, sensei.” You whispered those sweet words to him again and again, feeding his ego, such melody to his ears.

Pounding into you so eagerly, your cheeks slightly filled with air, trying your best to keep quiet, back arching tensely, you seemed like a bunny hopping repeatedly on his cock, you weren’t doing anything, he did it all for you, letting you enjoy as much as you could. His manspreading position was such a turn on, his lower back sliding down the chair with you on that lap, trying to sit straight, Gojo’s back was not then touching the leather behind him, looking for more support. Low whimpering slipping out of your lips, moaning so purely and dirty at the same time, his cock filling you up so good it fit almost perfectly, it rammed inside actually, but he’d make his way into you, shaping you into perfection, into his.

“So cute,” He praised, wondering how your cheeks could warm even more. “so fucking cute, so pretty, fuck.” Your walls suffocated him at each thrust, making it harder for the man to breath, trying so hard to look calm, groaning low whining from time to time.

You looked close to devastation.

“Can’t believe I wasn’t the only one to, to see you like this.” Your eyes staring back at his blue ones, slightly furrowed eyebrows was what you could see on his face, as well as parted lips, soft and glistening lips. So suddenly you had felt his large hand wrap around your neck, choking you not softly yet not harshly, warming you up while he slowed down his thrusts. “Wonder how many guys fucked you already, such a pretty girl, I fucking hate it.”

His voice lowered, intimidating, arousing, deadly.

“How I wish I could have fucked your little virgin pussy. I’ll fuck you so hard it’ll, it’ll feel like your first time.” Again, unexpectedly his hand grabbed your slightly chubby cheeks. “I’ll ruin you, baby.” It was terrifyingly thrilling, even though those words should make you feel scared, you loved it, you felt safe, you wanted more.

“No, sensei, sensei.” Yet you denied to yourself, having the man kiss your neck and shoulders like before, with even more hunger, biting the area near your clavicles. Tears forming on your eyes from being so close to the edge, one of his thumbs making it even more challenging to hold it all in by circling your sensitive and aching clit so gently. He chuckled at your struggle.

“Gonna cum already?”

“No, not at all.” You whined, closing your mouth shut, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding onto his shirt with eyes shut.

“So I can be harsher with you then?” Such a brusque thrust, such a pretty humming whiny moan came out of you, it melted his heart. “Fuck.” Your toes curled, your legs shivered and tried squishing together, your heart beat fastened quickly, your head buried on his neck, your crying.

“What about now? Wanna, wanna cum, sweetheart?”

“Hm, hmy-yeah, yeah.” You finally became fully submissive to him, knowing you were drunk out of pleasure, not thinking straight, his thrusts became sloppy for a bit. “G-Gojo.” You moaned out unconsciously, having his heart skip a beat and a lovely pound find your sweet spot which led you to immediately go crazy.

It was pure pleasure. It was lustful. It was dirty. It was sacred.

Your entire body squirmed and legs shook, you hugged his large figure, whining muffling and failing as seconds went by.

“Fuck, fuck darling.” Were the last words you heard before you blacked out for a long second, noticing such comforting warmth filling you up real good, as if it never ended. You effortlessly sat straight, staring at him again, seeing such a beautiful man that had hearts in his eyes. Both breathing heavily, lungs collapsing. He lifted your trembling waist, longing for the presence of his cock inside you as cum literally emptied out of you, mixing with your own love juices, dripping from your destroyed cunt to your legs and dirtying his chair and pants but it was worth it, after all he couldn’t look away.

“You look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

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I Don't Know Which Way's Home

Chapter 15: Visitors

ao3 link, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

cw: minor descriptions of violence/physicall assault

Present Day, March 1987

“When are you going to move in,” Sarah asks over the phone.

“Next week, I think. I should get the keys in a few days and then we’ll take some time to get some basic furniture. Then we should be all good.”

Steve was excited for the move. Excited to get out of this house to something he owns. Something he can make his own. A place where he can walk through the door and see himself on the walls. In the furniture. Where it feels like home.

Not just a large house where most of the lights are never on. Suffocating anyone who lives in it.

It’ll be an adjustment. But he’s willing to do it. Ready to do it. He’s been stuck in the same loop for so long, he ready to break it.

“Any word from your parents?”

Steve still feels bad about that. If things went the way he wanted them to, Julie would never have to endure his parents. Over the phone or in person. Knowing her, she’d probably want to sit behind him in court. She’d see them there. But wouldn’t be dealing with him. That’s his job, not hers. Not anyone’s.

He’s been dealing with his parents for his entire life. He’s used to it. Knows how to shut up and say the right things just so the issue is dropped. Most of the time. Sometimes he fights back. Stands up for himself. Just to get knocked back down to the lowest peg possible. But he tries.

Now, it’s a totally different ballgame. They can’t knock him down again, not really. He’s stronger than he was back then. Older. More mature. Has a sense of his own self worth and how it doesn’t revolve around their opinions. They never cared enough to stay, why should he care about their words.

“Uh yeah. They got the papers, last I heard from the courthouse is that they got the response letter. It wasn’t pretty.”

“Well, that was to be expected. Anything else?”

Steve hesitates. “Yeah, um. I sort of got kicked out.”

“What?”

“Yeah, my dad said he wanted me gone. That if I thought I was going to get anything from them anymore I was wrong and can’t keep living here rent free. But they haven’t, like, sent a cop or anything to make sure I’m gone. So, it’s fine. I’m handling it.”

“That’s only because you have an in with the Chief, Steve,” Sarah says sternly. He can picture the frustration on her face. “When did they tell you this?”

“Two weeks ago.”

Sarah swears under her breath. “You’re cutting it close here, Steve.”

“I know,” he says before she can continue. “I know I am. But we’re so close to getting out. Most of our stuff is out of the house except for essentials, and I have people on standby incase they come home. I’m not going into this blind. I know how they are.”

“The minute they show up, the minute that this backup plan gets put into place, you call me immediately.”

Steve knows that Sarah’s just planning for the worst possible outcome. That it’s better to plan for things that might never happen than to scramble for a solution. He doesn’t want to think of the worst. Deep down, there’s a strong feeling that it’s actually going to happen.

Because he does know them. He knows how they will want to fight. They don’t want to do it at all. Threats have gotten them out of trouble before, it shouldn’t be any different now. Only Steve wasn’t giving up. Giving in. He separated himself from them enough that their words don’t mean shit anymore.

At least that’s how he’ll act. In court, he’ll tell the judge the truth, not caring what their going to say as a rebuttal. The way they’ll tear him down as much as they can. It won’t affect him then, but Steve has no way of knowing how it will affect him behind closed doors.

Despite everything, someone deep inside him craves for their approval. Their attention. That person has been getting satisfaction knowing that he’s getting it somehow. The same person that threw large parties just to get the cops called. Just to see if they would show up again. Give him a phone call. Steve wants to ignore that part of him, but it’s there.

That same part of him will probably cry when this is all over. Knowing that his parents are done with him forever. That they think the worst of him. Their opinion shouldn’t matter. It still does sometimes.

“I promise I will,” Steve assures.

“Good.” Sarah hangs up without another word.

Steve’s relationship with his parents has always been complicated. He knew that. Everyone knew that. There was a small hope that if he just acted right, did all the right things, the relationship would become less complicated. Less strained. He’d be their son the way other sons were. Not just a trophy to sit on a shelf, but something more. It never became that, no matter how hard he tried.

So he stopped trying, and look where he is now.

. . .

Julie was putting her plate in the sink when a car pulled into the driveway. Steve’s head turned to the door, wondering who it is. He never does that. People come and go here all the time, normally Eddie since he has a car. Robin if she gets him to pick her up on the way.

But Steve never turns his head when it’s them. Like he has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to random people showing up at his door. Always knowing who it is before he sees them. This is different.

Still, Julie doesn’t pay much thought on it. It’s probably just one of them. Or maybe one of the kids had their parents drive them over. It’s nothing.

Until they hear the garage door start to open. No one ever uses the garage.

Steve’s body tightens. Standing straighter that he normally does.  He abandons his dish in the sink, walking toward the door leading to the garage. On attention. Waiting for something to pounce.

She’s never seen him like this before.

When he returns to the kitchen, there’s a frightened look in his eye. One that immediately makers her heart start to pound faster. It can’t be that bad. What can scare him into looking like this? Spine tied up with a string. Stance ready to start running. Afraid. He’s so afraid.

His mouth opens to say something as a car door slams. A rage filled voice traveling across the house. Enough that she can place who’s it is, even after only hearing it once. Steve’s fear matches in her eyes.

“Steve, who’s here?” Her voice waivers.

Without saying a word, Steve gently grabs her arm and brings her to the sliding door. “You can’t be here right now. They can’t know you’re here.”

“Steve,” she asks again.

He slides the door open, the evening air making her shiver. “The Byers house isn’t that far through the woods. You remember going there for Christmas Eve, right? Go straight about thirty feet, then make a right and keep walking.”

“Steve.”

The door starts to open, and the voices fill the other room. Steve’s eyes dart towards the sound before landing back on her. Only making her more scared.

“I’ll be there within an hour with the rest of our stuff. But it will be worse if they see you’re here. I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“Steve,” she pleads for him to slow down.

“You got it. Go to the loose fence behind the pool house and then walk straight a little bit. Then make a right and keep going. You’ll see their house after a while. Take this.” He reaches for the walkie on the kitchen table. Messing with the dial. “When you get to the woods, call for a code red. It won’t go to everyone, just to them. I’ll be there when I can.”

Before Julie can say anything else, Steve pushes her out the door and shuts it behind her. Sliding the lock into place.

Heavy breaths fill her lungs, burning slightly with the chilled air. She looks at Steve though the glass. Face frantically asking for an explanation. Trying to convince her the one she has is wrong. They can’t be here right now.

“Go, please,” Steve mouths through the glass. Terrified.

Julie turns. Walking to the pool house. Finding the loose panels of the fence and pulls them to the side. The same way she would do when she would sneak into this backyard. When she lived in that other house and would do anything not to be there.

Steve’s instructions replay in her mind. Walk straight for a bit, about thirty feet. Maybe more. The turn right and keep walking until you see the house. Call for a code red. Julie looks at the walkie in her hand before she presses the button. Seeing how her hand in shaking.

“Copy,” a man’s voice comes through the speaker. Julie unable to place it right now. “I’ll wait outside for you. If you don’t see the porch light, look for the flashlight. Call again if you get lost.”

Julie turns to the house again. The light click on in Steve’s room. He shouldn’t be much longer. There’s not much else to grab. He should be right after her.

She thinks about waiting. But she already called. They’ll get worried if she doesn’t show up.

Her mind can’t stop racing as she walks. Sun setting slowly as it becomes harder to see the ground. Squinting to make sure she doesn’t trip on a root or branch.

Did Steve’s parents really show up? Just unannounced. That part wasn’t as surprising when she thought about it. They seemed like the people to do that. Steve mentioned that they might come home. She didn’t believe it then. She barely believed it now.

He was right. They showed up at the worst possible time. Give it another week and they would have been out of there anyway. But no, they just had to show up today.

The rage of Steve’s father’s voice rings in her head. The threats on the phone call finding their way back to her mind. What would they do when they saw he was still there? He wanted the two of them gone, that didn’t happen. Not yet. It was happening, but something told Julie that wouldn’t matter. In their heads, Steve disobeyed them. Again.

. . .

Steve watches Julie round the pool house before he turns away. Knowing that she’s going to a safe place, that no matter what the Byers’ will take care of her. His safety, he’s not so sure about. Anger fills his dad fast, and it’s already bubbling over with the sight of the Beemer still sitting in the driveway. Or the fact that there’s lights on in the house.

He’s about to see his parents for the first time in two years. And he’s terrified.

Everything slows down like one of the horror movie scenes. Where the footsteps thump down the hall while the protagonist just stands and waits like an idiot. Waiting for it to strike. They don’t seem like such idiots anymore. Steve knows how feet can feel glued to the floor, but it has a whole new meaning now.

His back is straight, chest puffed out in a way that makes him look bigger than he is. Anything to make him more menacing than his father’s glare. Or fist. Or whatever is coming his way as his father finds his way to the kitchen.

For the first time in two years, Steve looks at his father’s face. Disgusted how much it looks like his. A constant reminder of where he comes from, no matter how hard he tries. Rage filled eyes meet Steve’s, waiting for him to make the first move. All he does is cross his arms, clench his jaw. Trap his father in a glare. He’s not speaking until he has to.

“Steven,” his mother breaks the silence. “We were not expecting you.”

She always tried to keep the peace between them. To try and keep in his father’s rage. It rarely worked. But she tried. It was the one thing Steve commended her for. Deep down, he felt bad for her. Trapped in an unhappy marriage having to follow after Richard just to make sure he didn’t cheat. But that still meant leaving him, and she didn’t call enough for him to forgive for that.

“No, we were not,” Richard finally speaks, voice tense. “What are you still doing here?” Considering you are no longer welcome in this house, that is.

His father can’t even speak his name. Steve debates walking past right up to his room. Filling the last tote bag before doing the same with the rest of Julie’s stuff. Walking out without an explanation. His father raises his eyebrow with a tilt to his head. Awaiting an explanation.

Instead, Steve decides to gloat. “I’m actually just waiting for the keys to my house. Didn’t want the neighbors to think you left your son to sleep in his car. That wouldn’t be so nice to the reputation, wouldn’t it, dad.” He continues to glare at his father, not backing down.

His father lets out a condescending laugh. “If you were so concerned about reputation, then we wouldn’t have to go to court. Would we, Steven? Instead, you think that you deserve some kind of justice. After all we’ve done for you.”

It’s Steve’s turn to laugh. “What did you do for me exactly?”

“Put a roof over your head, make sure there was money to put food on the table. Give you a car, clothes, expensive gifts. See you through high school, pay for your sports equipment. Everything you have is because we gave it to you.” Richard’s voice raises, almost yelling. Almost.

Steve resists a flinch when the last word booms through the room. Instead of saying another word, he side-steps his parents, heading upstairs. Flicking on the light in his room, stuffing as much of his stuff into a tote bag. His room already looks bare except for the sheet and the stupid car poster on his wall.

His mother appears in his doorway moments later, a more silent argument ready to be said. Until she sees the walls. “You painted?” she gasped.

“I did. Hope you don’t mind. I won’t be here much longer anyway. You can turn it back into what it was.”

A sickened smile forms on his mother’s face. “You never told me you wanted to change your room. We could have done it together.”

Meaning that she could have changed it while he watched. Hating how it would have turned out no matter what the product was. His mother never listened to him anyway.

“Well, you were never here long enough to change it, so I just did it myself.” He smiles to himself when his mother’s smile twitches. Knowing that his words stung.

The tote bag gets slung over his shoulder as he pushes past her. Leaving her to look at her ruined masterpiece as he packs up Julie’s room. Pulling out the tote bag she has underneath her bed and putting away the few essentials that she had left. Taking out another to shove her clothes into.

His mother gasps as she sees the paint over these walls as well. This room in particular being her favorite guest room. “What have you done?”

“Painted. Like I said.” He continues to fill the second tote bag.

Richard finds his way up the stairs, done waiting for Steve. Eyes landing on the desk where the picture of Julie and her mother rests. Steve grabs it before he can, gently placing it in the tote bag. Throwing some clothes around it so it doesn’t break.

“Has someone been living in here?” his father asks, not willing to admit he recognized the woman in the picture.

Steve takes a deep breath. “Oh no one special. Just your daughter.”

His parents stiffen at the same time. Bringing a sly smile to Steve’s face.

“I don’t have a daughter,” his mother says with feigned confidence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to him.” He meets his father’s eyes again. “I was talking about Julie.”

As fast the smile formed of Steve’s face, it’s smacked off. Cheek stinging with the contact of his father’s hand. His mother gasps, scolding her husband. Knowing nothing would stop him from doing it again. Steve grabs the desk chair, using it to balance him as he gets his bearings. Waits for the ringing in his ear to calm down, for the breath to return to his lungs.

“You are never to speak that name again,” Richard commands. “She is nothing.”

“Julie is not nothing.” Steve manages to stand, only to have to grip the chair again when Richard’s fist makes contact again. Lip darting out to taste the blood coming from his split lip. A short laugh escapes as he stands, planting his feet stronger this time. “You really thought I’d never figure out about her.”

“You think you are so tough, don’t you, Steven. Changing your room, getting a job, housing someone you don’t know. All of that you could do because of me. All of that you are going to lose. What will come of you when you don’t have us paying for everything anymore? When you can’t come crawling back to us when life gets hard.”

Steve manages to stand again. Plants his feet the way he’s learned to. Treating his father like every other monster he’s faced. Wishing that there was a bat in his hand to twirl around. Make a show of protecting himself.

He doesn’t need it this time. Richard might pretend to be strong and menacing, but he’s just a person. Who got a few good hits in because Steve wasn’t prepared for them. He is now.

“You would know something about housing someone you don’t know. You’ve been housing me for twenty years.”

Richard’s arm raises again, but Steve was ready for it this time. Catching his wrist before it can contact Steve’s face. It surprises the both of them, but Steve doesn’t let his guard down. His eyes dart to his mother, who hides just barely behind Richard. Laura was never one for confrontation, and now he’s something more than just her son. Now he’s a threat.

“I am more than what you think I am. I changed my room because I never liked the old one. Because I should feel welcome in my childhood home. I got the job because if my hard work, not because of my name. I gave Julie a home because she is my sister, that is a fact. And because her and I have something in common. Our father knows nothing about us.”

“Let go of me, Steven.” For the first time, Richard is the one with fear in his eyes.

“Are you going to hit me again?” Steve tightens his grip.

Richard shakes his head. “No, no I’m not. Don’t do anything rash here, Steven.”

Steve lets go of Richard’s wrist with a swing, letting it slam back into him. “I go by Steve, but you both always ignored that anyway. I’m not some kid you get to push around anymore, no matter how hard you’ll try. You might think I’m stupid for staying here after you told me to get out, you might think what I’m doing is pointless. But I’m not doing all of this for me anymore, I’m doing it for me and for Julie. Because while you thought she was just something you could pay to never think about again, you missed out on a pretty great kid.”

He takes a deep breath. “But I guess you’re used to that. You missed out on the kid you kept around. Even if you weren’t here to see me grow up. I hope it all was worth it. It was a lot of hell for me.”

Steve grabs the tote bags, slinging one over each shoulder and the other in his hand. Taking a moment to realize that this is the last time he’ll ever set foot in this house. It’ll no longer be his home. It should be sadder than it is. There were many good memories among the bad that happened here. But he feels a weight lift off his shoulders. It’s not over yet, but he’s free of one of his chains.

“You going to let me leave? Not like you want me here anyway.”

Neither of them moves. Not ready to admit they lost.

“Where are you going to go?” Laura asks like she cares. She might, but it was too little too late at this point.

“You don’t get to know that.”

Laura lowers her head in a nod, accepting. Steve pushes his way past them and down the stairs. Finding his keys.

Richard follows him down, not willing to give up. “Don’t think you can have the car, we paid for that. It’s ours.”

Steve laughs, undoing a keychain Robin made him from the ring. “I know, was just getting this off.” He tosses Richard the keys. “There you go. House key is on there too, so you won’t have to bother about me coming back.”

He grabs his flashlight from the hall closet before opening the door. Sparing one last look at his parents, to find anything that shows remorse. All he sees is Richard’s hard stare and Laura’s sorry eyes. Nothing calling him to stay.

So he leaves.

. . .

Julie was lucky she didn’t get lost. She followed the directions and, after a while, saw the porch light. The last bit of sunlight helps her get the rest of the way there. Illuminating the path just slightly so she doesn’t trip.

“Hey,” a voice says from beside her, making her jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Julie turns to see the Chief holding a flashlight, the light pointing towards her. “I think you would have even if I knew you were there.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside. It’s getting cold out here.” Hopper steps in front of her, leading her the rest of the way.

Joyce is waiting for them in the house. Getting up from the couch when they open the door. “You’ve been out there for a while. I was getting worried. Oh honey, you’re shaking, are you cold?”

Julie looks down at her hands, seeing them shake. She doesn’t feel cold. More in shock than anything. Afraid of something she’s never really experienced. Only hearing his voice once over the phone. That was enough to spark fear. Not for her, but for Steve.

It was all she could think about when she was walking. What Steve was going to face when his parents saw that he wasn’t there. If they saw what they did to their rooms. If they saw her.

She agreed it was probably best that she wasn’t there. It would have probably made it all ten times worse. But leaving Steve alone in that house, with them. It felt like a bad idea.

He can take care of himself, she knew that. That didn’t stop her from feeling like she should be there. Be a barrier to stop them from hurting him. In whatever way they were going to. Maybe if there was a witness, he could leave without a fight.

“Julie, sweetie, are you ok?” Joyce’s warm voice breaks through her thoughts.

Julie tries to say something, but nothing comes out. It hits her all at once how scared she was for him.

“What time is it?” she asks.

Joyce checks the clock in the living room. “Just about seven thirty, why?”

Julie left a little after seven. So, assuming Steve left right after her, he should be here soon. And if he left a bit later, he should be here by eight. That’s if nothing went wrong. If they didn’t get into an argument. Or he didn’t get lost.

“He said he’d get here within the hour. So by eight. If nothing happened. Do you think something will happen?” Her voice can’t help but shake.

Joyce makes a face that is supposed to help but doesn’t. Full of sympathy, but one of no answers. “I’m not sure. But whatever it is, he’ll be fine. I know he will.”

“And if he isn’t?” Julie keeps seeing the small person that Steve becomes when he talks to his father. How the light drains out of him, and he becomes a shell of the person he is. His father isn’t even in person and can do that. What will happen when he is in person?

“He will be,” Joyce assures. “How about you come in, sit down. Can I get you anything? Water, hot chocolate?”

Julie lets herself be led to the living room. “Water would be nice.”

“Alright. El here if you want to see her, have someone to sit with.”

“Yeah, yes. I would like that.”

Joyce smiles at her. “Ok, I’ll go get her for you. Jim.” She nods her head toward the kitchen before heading down the hall.

Hopper brings her a glass of water, which she takes. Taking a sip before setting it on the table, seeing how her hands still shake. Joyce comes back down the hall motioning for Hopper to join her in the kitchen. Leaving Julie alone in the living room. Until El comes to sit next to her.

“Joyce told me about what happened,” she says softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“He used to hit my mom,” Julie blurts out. “He used to hit my mom when they were together, and she made him angry. Steve made him angry. I know he did. He called the house last week and, and kicked us out. And we didn’t leave yet, because we couldn’t. Steve doesn’t get the keys for a few more days. What if he hits Steve, too?”

El’s hands find hers, holding them together to calm the shaking. Julie turns her head to meet El’s eyes. Seeing an expression that feigns strength but fear still rests in her eyes. She’s scared for Steve too.

“I have known Steve for longer that you have. I know how strong he is, how brave he is. He will be ok. I promise.” There’s a certainty in her words.

Somehow, Julie believes her. “Ok. Ok, yeah. Yeah. He’ll be ok.”

“Would you like a hug?”

Julie nods. Her breath starting to even out again, the adrenaline keeping her tears at bay failing.

El opens her arms and leans forward to give Julie a hug. Julie takes it with a choked sob, tears starting to fall. El pats her back awkwardly, not quite sure what to do but it’s helping. With a few deep breaths, Julie’s able to pull herself together. Pulling away from El to wipe the tears from her eyes. She won’t be ok until Steve shows up, but she’s better. For now.

“Thanks, that helped.”

El smiles. “Good. Do you want to watch something while we wait? Keep your mind off of it?”

“Yeah, sure.”

El clicks on the tv, finding a channel with some reruns that Julie doesn’t pay attention to. Her mind is still on Steve. Knowing that the there’s no sunlight left to guide the way, and he has no walkie to let her know when she’s coming. Yet she still grips the one resting in her lap. Hoping by some miracle she hears Steve’s voice through the staticky connection and knows he’s ok.

But nothing comes through. The only noise filling the house is the tv, and the not so silent whispering between Joyce and the Chief in the kitchen. After a while, Hopper heads back outside with the flashlight, walkie stuffed in his jacket pocket. He’s going to look for Steve.

It feels like forever before there’s a knock at the door. Making Julie sit up straighter. Joyce emerges from the kitchen to open it. A very winded Steve behind the door, tote bags slung over his shoulder and flashlight in hand.

“Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes while catching his breath. “I had to go the long way.”

Joyce ushers him in. Steve barely gets a chance to put the bags down before Julie’s on her feet and pulling him into a hug.

“You’re ok.”

“Yeah, I’m ok. Did you get here ok, I know I kind of freaked you out.”

Julie lets go. “Freaked me out. Steve, you terrified the shit out of me. After the phone call last week and the little I knew about him I,” she pauses when she sees his split lip. “He hit you?”

Steve touches his lip. “Yeah, he, uh, he did. But I’m ok. I’ve had far worse than this.”

“You say that like it makes it ok. It doesn’t.”

He looks down with a shake of his head. “I know it doesn’t.”

“He really hit you because you didn’t leave.” Julie can’t seem to wrap her head around the idea. But then, she would never hit someone for any reason. Let alone that.

Steve clears his throat. “Sort of. Why don’t you go sit with El for a bit, I have to talk to Joyce for a second.”

She gives him a confused look, knowing he didn’t answer her question fully. But she still goes to sit on the couch again. Him and Joyce go to the kitchen, speaking in whispers. Something tells her that reason he was attacked was because of her.

. . .

Joyce uses her walkie to let Hopper know that Steve is at the house. She gets him a glass of water and makes him sit down, looking at his lip.

“It’s really not that bad. You and I both know this is the least beat up I’ve ever been after a fight.”

She sits down in the chair across from him. “You should listen to Julie. That still doesn’t make it ok.”

He looks down at his hands. “I know. Just easier to think of it that way. Out of all the things he’s done, he’s never hit me before.”

Hopper comes into the kitchen, sitting down next to Joyce. “You ok, kid?”

Steve shakes his head. “I will be, just need a second. Thanks for making sure she got here. Making sure she was safe. I didn’t know what would happen if he saw her there. Just knowing that she was there at all was the reason why,” he can’t finish the sentence.

“Of course. You both can stay here as long as you need to,” Joyce offers.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Hopper crosses his arms. “You could press charges if you wanted, make your case a little stronger.”

“It’s my word against his, and my mom will never speak out against him.” She never did before, why would it change now. “Can I use your phone, I need to make some calls.”

Joyce nods and Steve heads to the phone in the hall. Pulling out Sarah’s number from his pocket. Dialing it with a deep breath. She wouldn’t be happy with this.

She wasn’t. Cursing Steve through the phone with an “I told you so”. But grateful that Julie is safe, grateful that he is too. She gives him a day before she’ll say anything. Give him time to make it look like Julie was just at an extended sleepover. For them to move. He thanks her just before she hangs up.

Robin is next. Takes a second to make sure he’s ok before cursing out his dad. Offering to go over there herself and give him a piece of her mind. He tells her it’s a bad idea, she disagrees, but still says she will keep it all for when she sees him in court. That way there will be witnesses. She makes sure he’s ok, offers to come over. Steve assures that he’s fine and will talk to her again in the morning.

The last person is Eddie. Steve already knows how he’ll react, but still hopes he won’t freak out that much.

“Where are you right now?” he asks after Steve fills him in.

“The Byers. It was the closest place that was safe.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

Steve holds the phone closer to his mouth. “Eds, really. You don’t have to come over.”

“Like hell I don’t.” Eddie hangs up before Steve can protest anymore.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want to see Eddie right now. That if knowing that his boyfriend was willing to drop everything just to be there with him right now didn’t bring him comfort. Part of him didn’t want Eddie to see him like this, though. Fragile, partially homeless. Taken a few hits to the face.

As if Eddie hasn’t seen Steve beat up before. Pretty much all of Hawkins has, it’s a reoccurring event. But those times were different. It was because of his own idiocy or protecting someone. This was at the hands of someone that already caused him more pain than he should have gone through. He didn’t know how to admit that he got hit for no reason.

He heads back to the kitchen, tells them that Eddie’s coming over. They don’t say much, but have a knowing look in their eye. One that scares the hell out of him, but makes him feel seen at the same time. Steve could be himself in this house. Around these people. It wasn’t even his, and it felt more like home than he’s ever known.

“I never asked if you were ok,” Steve says as he sits down next to Julie. “Are you?”

Julie shrugs. “As ok as I can be I guess.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Did he hit you because of me?” Julie asks after a pause.

Steve would do anything to lie to her right now. To dart around the question and make up some excuse. Knowing her, she would see right through it. She didn’t need him lying to add to tonight. But would it be better for her to know the truth?

There’s a knock at the door before Steve can try to answer. He thinks it’s for the best. Enough has happened for one night.

He stands when Joyce opens the door. Almost getting pushed out of the way when Eddie sees Steve in the living room. They meet in a hug, Steve feeling more relieved that he thought he would.

“Those jackasses couldn’t have waited a few more days before they finally came home. They had to do it while you were still there.”

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Yeah well, they never had the best timing.”

Eddie notices the cut on his lip when he pulls back from the hug. Eyes filling with anger. “I’m actually going to get arrested for murder this time.”

“Eds, it’s really not that bad.”

“Not that bad.” Eddie’s voice raises. “Not that bad, Steve. You have a fucking split lip. Your eye is puffy.”

Steve tries to calm Eddie down, still conscious of the people around them. Trying not to make it look too revealing. “It could be worse.”

He sees Joyce say something to the girls that gets them to leave and head down the hall. Leaving him and Eddie alone in the living room.

“How hard did he hit you? Can you hear me alright? What about your vision, nothing’s blurry. You can still see fine?” Eddie clocks when they leave, grabbing Steve’s head with both his hands, assessing the damage.

Steve tries to pull Eddie’s hands away, make this less of a big deal. “I can hear and see fine. He didn’t hit me hard enough to do anything. I’ve had worse, it’s the least concerning thing that’s happened in the last few hours.”

“Your father, a grown man, assaulted you. His son. And you think there are more concerning things that happened in the last few hours.” Eddie’s face falls. “Just because you’re an adult when he hit you doesn’t make it better.”

“I know that,” he admits. Starting to feel the weight of everything finally sink in. “I just don’t know how to process it all right now. Tonight’s been a lot and I just need a minute, a day, I don’t know. Something. I just can’t think about that right now.”

“Ok,” Eddie says softly. “Ok. Then we won’t talk about it anymore. When every you’re ready. Does it hurt though, do you need ice or anything? Last thing, I promise.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, no. It’s ok. I’m ok right now.”

Eddie nods. Kissing Steve before pulling him into another hug.

Just when Steve gets his life together, it all falls apart again. Or at least feels like it. In just a few days, the pieces will be put back into place. His life will get back on schedule. His schedule. Where he can move into a house that he bought, with his own money. To a job that he got, by himself. And life that has nothing to do with his last name.

Even if the court date is a few months away, and he’ll have to see his parents again. But after that, he’ll never have to interact with them again. He will be permanently free.

Right now. He’s trying to hold it all together. Making his brain slow down to give himself a minute to breath. Before the crushing reality of all that just happened presses down on his chest. And they’ll take hold of his mind again. Just for a little while, then he’ll break free again.

Joyce insists they stay the night. Explaining how Julie is already set up in El’s room, and how the two of them can take the pull-out couch. Just like that, with no explanation needed. Or excuses. Maybe Steve could tell everyone about them soon.

It’s still early when everyone goes to bed. Just wanting the day to be over, even if they’re not tired. But the comfort of darkness lets Eddie scoot closer, hold Steve a little tighter. Make him feel put together even though he’s slowly starting to fall apart.

Tomorrow is a new day. With plenty of problems to be solved and conversations to be had. Telling the rest of the group to stay clear of his old house and change his contact information with a few people. Try to get the keys a few days earlier.

Tonight is meant for sleep. To float around and exist without anything pressing his mind. Wrapped up in his boyfriend’s arms and feel comfort for a brief moment. Until his looks in the mirror again and see the healing cut on his lip, and the slight bruise on his cheek. Almost fall apart all over again until he pulls himself back together. Each time a little weaker than the last until he finally breaks.

It’s so easy to fall back into old habits. To bottle everything up for the sake of other. For the sake of himself. Steve really can’t process everything right now. It would sting more that it already does. So, it gets pushed away. Until he’s ready to face it again.

He only hopes that time will be sooner than most. So he doesn’t blow up at someone that’s undeserving. Saying something he can’t take back.

But right now, he doesn’t need to think about that. Right now he needs to sleep.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #julie lawson #joyce byers #jim hopper #long lost/secret sibling #i don't know which ways home fic #cw minor descriptions of violence #tw minor descriptions of violence #cw physical assault #tw physical assault

[cerise-on-top]

Hiiiii how have you been love bug? (Please tell me if your uncomfortable with that term since you are non-binary and they/them I’m not sure what nicknames you are uncomfortable with it’s just what I call my friends and just a nickname I have for people in general🫶🏻🫶🏻 ) so I’d like to to request farah with a adhd reader who is hyper forgetful and sometimes has meltdowns ( as someone with adhd)🧡🧡🧡

Hey! I'm fine! Bought some more yarn for my leftover blanket today, which I'm excited to work on! And don't worry, I think love bug is really cute! I don't mind most nicknames, but thank you for being considerate, I really do appreciate it! Hope you're doing well as well ^^

I don't have ADHD, so I don't know at all what it's like for someone with it! I had to do some research on it, so I don't know if these are actually viable methods of helping, but I tried! Please do correct me with something that might help and I'll add it in this post afterwards! I hope this is enjoyable to you regardless! Thank you for the request!

Farah with a Reader with ADHD

Farah doesn’t particularly know a lot about mental illnesses. She may be traumatized, yes, but that doesn’t mean she ever had the time to research any of them. So she’s definitely not the best person to go to when it comes to things like these, but she tries, even if she can’t always understand everything that’s going on. You’re suffering, and that’s enough for her to know she should do something to help you.

You being this forgetful may be a cause of concern for her, though. It’s not every day she meets someone who forgot what they did five minutes prior. It’s especially concerning when it’s something important, though, like seeing a doctor. Although she may be worried for you potentially developing something as severe as dementia eventually, she’ll try to push her worries aside and help you to the best of her abilities. If you ever need reminders, she can help you. Farah remembers and retains things very well, she’s never had any issues with it since she had to in order to get by. If you need to remember something, she’ll remind you a few times a day. You have an appointment? Don’t forget about it tomorrow, I’ll tell you again then. However, she’s also a big fan of post its and will write down whatever it is you may need and place it somewhere she knows you’re going to see it. I know, out of sight, out of mind, but she’ll also text you and have you make reminders on your phone for important things so you don’t forget. Won’t get mad at you for forgetting your anniversary, she can see that it’s hard for you to remember things and won’t yell at you or anything either. However, she will mention that it was your anniversary, or maybe her birthday. For the most part she just wants to spend those days with you, if she can, and will thus remind you. Again, you don’t need to feel ashamed for forgetting, she’ll tell you that it’s quite alright and that you shouldn’t worry. She’s patient like that.

If you have a meltdown in front of her, she definitely would not know what to do at first. Depending on what kind of meltdown it is, she’ll react differently. If it creeps up on you, slowly making you irritated, then she’ll ask you what’s wrong. Regardless of your answer, she’ll ask you how she can help you, if you would like to be left alone or if you would like to take a small break in any way. She gets it and she’ll get you away from whatever is stressing you out so you can slowly recharge. If you really do want to be left alone for a while, she will comply, but will knock on your door to check up on you every once in a while and will bring you some food as well. Farah just wants you to be well, so she’ll take care of you how she thinks might help. Food is always good, food usually helps her, so she hopes it’ll do the same for you as well.

If it’s a sudden meltdown where you don’t know where left and right are anymore, then she’ll get you away from everyone else at first. While she can’t imagine what it’s like for you, it likely isn’t very pleasant for you to be crying and screaming in front of other people. Hoping that you trust her, she’ll try to ground you, asking you how you’re feeling, what you’re feeling and how she could help you. What happened is also another question she would ask you. Again, she won’t really know what to do on her own, but she tries her best. Farah will talk to you in a soothing tone and try to distract you at first so you can calm down a bit. Whether it be cracking a joke or asking you about your top five favorite reptiles. Even if you can’t answer her properly, she’ll just reassure you that it’s okay, that everything is just bad in this moment and that it’ll pass. She’s with you this entire time and won’t leave you unless you want her to. Asks you to breathe a bit with her. In all your time being together, she’s likely learned a breathing technique or two that might help you.

Once your meltdown is over, she’ll be very gentle with you, especially if she can see you’re beating yourself up over it. You really shouldn’t feel ashamed for something that you can’t help, it’s not your fault. If you feel especially down, she’ll give you a kiss on the forehead and get some ice cream with you. Something like a meltdown seems exhausting to her. While she doesn’t want to seem like she’s rewarding you for having a meltdown, she does want you to be kind to yourself afterwards, that’s what the ice cream is for. And if you don’t want ice cream, then some berries, fruits or a small snack will suffice as well. Either way, she’s there for you the entire time until you feel better.

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #I didn't think anyone at all would notice or remember that I'm non binary #I don't really mention that fact as much as other things but it makes me happy that some people do pay attention! #also love bug is a really cute nickname! your friends must be very lucky to have someone like you in their lives! #again I don't have ADHD I only have schizophrenia and there doesn't seem to be too much of an overlap among them #so I really don't know what it's like to live with ADHD but I get the forgetfulness #I have so many reminders on my phone and on small paper notes it's incredible #I also journal every day so I don't forget what I did during the day. that's one of my best habits yet #but yeah I'm also the kind of person who can't remember what they did five minutes ago and it's so very frustrating #sometimes I wanna look something up on google only to forget five seconds later what it was #sometimes retracing my steps helps me remember but not always unfortunately it's very annoying #but we are just so very strong for living with our mental illnesses!! #being mentally ill is exhausting and I can't think of any positives either #I know it may seem hard at times but it's important to be patient with oneself. I learned that the hard way #so please do be kind to yourself anon! you deserve it! you seem like such a nice person!

[ejzah]

The Other Shoe, Part 13

***

Before Kensi could completely fall apart, there was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice asked, “Hey, you mind some company?”

“Nell, Callen,” Kensi said, rushing to greet them. She hastily wiped at her eyes as she embraced Nell, and then took a step back. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Like we’d be anywhere else,” Nell scoffed gently. “Eric would have come, but he had a business call he couldn’t reschedule.

“And I always love seeing Sam on pain meds,” Callen added, patting Kensi’s back. “He gets very very laid back.”

“I thought he said he didn’t want anyone visiting.”

Callen nodded enthusiastically at Kensi’s comment. “Exactly. Coming for Deeks is the perfect excuse.”

Smiling at both of them, Kensi leaned in to hug Nell again. She didn’t know what she would have done without the entire team supporting them, but having Nell back had been the confident and shoulder to cry on she needed.

“Thanks, guy.” Heaving a sigh, she gestured at the single chair in the room. “The accommodations and they just took Deeks down, so it’s going to be a while.”

“Well, then let’s grab some coffee, take a walk, antagonize the nurses,” Callen shrugged. “I think I saw some unattended wheelchairs in the hallway.”

“Grisha, we talked about this: we don’t want to get kicked out,” Nell reminded him.

“Hey, I don’t play on getting caught.”

As much as Kensi appreciated the banter, she didn’t have the energy to join in. Or socialize. “I’m not sure I should leave. Just in case they have any updates, you know.”

“They’ll send you texts, right?” Nell asked, and Kensi nodded. “Then it’ll be good for you to get out for a little bit.”

She almost declined, but then she pictured spending the next 4 or 5 hours in this room. Constantly reminded of Deeks’ absence, worrying.

“Ok,” she sighed. “But I get the first ride on the wheelchair.”

***

They ended up in the hospital’s poor excuse for a cafe with watery, bitter cups of coffee. What had started out as an attempt to distract Kensi, had devolved into rehashing every ridiculous and fantastical story involving Sam or Deeks they could think of.

“I thought for sure Sam wasn’t going to make it, but at the very last moment, he disarmed that bomb,” Callen recalled, shaking his head.

“A good thing since I was inside and Callen fighting off the driver,” Kensi commented.

“Sometimes I swear he takes his time just so he can show off his bomb expertise.”

“Yeah, he does love his bombs,” Nell agreed. She smiled, nudging Callen’s shoulder. “Hey, what about the first time Deeks brought Monty in to help find an explosive device?”

“We never knew thought it would actually work. When it did, Sam was furious to be shown up by a dog. And Deeks’ dog at that,” Kensi said, shaking her head.

“Things sure have changed,” Nell mused.

Callen made a soft sound, his gaze a little distant. “I don’t think any of us could have predicted that ten years later, one of them would be giving the other an organ.”

“A lot has changed since then.”

Nell drummed on the table with her knuckles, disrupting the solemn quiet that had fallen with the shift in conversation. “Ok, who wants more stale muffins?”

“Ooh, grab me a chocolate—”

“Mrs. Blye?” One of the nurses who’d taken Deeks to operating room approached the table.

Kensi stood up, the coffee in her stomach instantly souring and any levity of the last few hours evaporating. “Yes. Is everything ok? I didn’t get any texts. She fumbled for her phone, even though she’d just checked it a minute ago.

“Your husband and Mr. Hanna are both out of surgery. It went very well,” the nurse assured her, and Kensi stumbled back a step. Fortunately, Nell and Sam were there to brace her.

“Can we see them?”

“Mr. Deeks should be in recovery in about 20 minutes. You’ll have to wait until Mr. Hanna is awake since he requested no visitors earlier.”

“Thank you,” Kensi murmured. The nurse reached out and squeezed her hand, her smile comforting.

“You’re very welcome. Come up when you’re ready.”

With a final smile, she left.

Kensi pressed her hand to her mouth. She didn’t have words to express the dizzying relief she felt. Nell seemed to understand this, pulling Kensi down for a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

“It’s over,” Nell whispered.

***

A/N: Yay, Deeks finally has his new kidney! I anticipate a couple kore chapters for this one.

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #nell jones #g callen #mentions of Deeks #and Sam #angst #Deeks sick fic #the other shoe #part 13 #au #ejzah fanfiction

[cartierdreamx]

Hacked into you (AU)

Hi! This is my first story that I’ve written in years, so sorry if it’s bad and also my first x reader. This is based on the gameplay of Watchdogs 2, my all-time favourite videogame!! Not everything will be 100% accurate, as I haven’t played in a while and the real game is so detailed and complex, and it’s so worth it to get! Anyways if any parts of the story is confusing because it is apart of the gameplay, like characters and organisations, search up Watchdogs 2 and whatever confuses you and the web should clarify it :), but I am also more than happy to help you out with it. The mapping of San Francisco and it’s other details in this story is also based on the Watchdogs 2 map that I played on, this can also be searched up!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy <3

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, light violence, slightly suggestive

*I plan to write smut in this story and it does have some dark themes like violence involved, the game itself was rated MA15+ where I am from (might be different depending which country you are in) so my fic will be 18+ because I am involving more adult themes, if you do choose to proceed, please keep that in mind*

Birthright – 1

Initiation time. Dedsec, notorious hacker group taking over the world, the world in your hands is a metaphorical saying but for them, it’s literal. One single camera gave access to you, us, the world. At first thought, they’re menacing, however, Dedsec takes on the Robin Hood cliché, take from the rich, give to the poor, except it was exposing big, major companies running with corruption like the blood in my veins. I never knew what I wanted, but this was so certain, almost as if my stars was aligned with their coding. But back to initiation, my face, my life, it’s still out there, but after tonight, my name is the past, just letters. My mission tonight, as the initiation ritual is to erase myself from the world, from databases, as if I’m a myth.

Blume, they’re always watching. Blume’s home system CTOS rules the world, it rules San Francisco, Dedsec’s mission is to take them down, take down Dusan Nemec. Ironically, I’m breaking in, well hacking into their security quarter, one button and I’m gone. My breathing is shallow, nervousness doesn’t know my name, it was never my weakness, any normal person would be shitting their pants right now, me? well, just hunger, hunger for everything, both physically and mentally, hunger to get this mission done successfully, hunger to join the group, hunger for food, the juices of a burger, although other juices linger my mind, hmph. They’re watching me, no, not Blume, but Dedsec, if Blume were watching me, which ironically, they’re watching everyone but me right now, I’d be serving time. Dedsec’s running basepoints, making sure I don’t die, of course, I’m only armed with a taser.

I run my scout on my quad crasher, 4 blume guards, armed with pistols, my mind sculps a route like it’s my second nature to see the future. I jump over the ledge onto the metal platform below, I’m lucky my feet don’t attract the loud banging sound. The guard closest to me scouts the area I’m hidden in. One. Gone, not fatal but unconscious, my taser is wired to control their body where paralysis is their only control. The other guards run their area before alternating onto the next, I knew I had to take down all 4, or else it’ll raise alarm bells. Two. This time, my mele and my hands take over, my taser isn’t the only thing that can control, one blow to the head rendered him unconscious. I swiftly move around to the next area, closer to my area of entry, jumping any barricades that restrict me. Three. This time proved a bit harder, he let out a ‘HEY,’ and after a blow to the face, not enough to knock me down though, my heart beating proves I’m stronger than that, though a few loose baby hairs detach and fly loosely as my head knocks back. I manage to slick back my h/c into place, away from my face, the sweat helps to keep it in place. Intuition places the thought that the last guard is around the corner of the wall in a position where his knees are bent, gun in hand, safety off, ready to shoot, shoot me that is, threat eliminated. Four. Of course, I don’t let him, the ability of agility and flexibility allows me to slide across from him and tase his body to the ground before he could even blink.

“She’s good” Sitara scoffs, she means this in a positive way, her smirk is seen visible by the other members, watching from the van, but in true Dedsec fashion, the van’s location is unknown.

“I like her already” Wrench exclaims, whilst his mask displays a digital smiley face lit by from the white LEDs wired in his mask.

“Jenna?” Sitara leers at her.

Jenna’s doe eyes analyses the sight of y/n taking down 4 armed guards with ease, she tilts her head a few degrees to the right and smirks whilst letting out a soft huff from her nose.

“Mesmerised, she is, Tara”. Marcus says as he lets out a slight laugh.

“Evidently, Marcus.”

I bring out my phone, smartphone doesn’t do her justice, she’s engineered with certain abilities that allow me to hack through systems, coded with endless possibilities, my biggest accomplishment was creating her, she was a bitch to make though, nearly gave up. But I knew she wasn’t perfect, getting into Dedsec though, God she’ll be the holy grail, Dedsec’s apps and coding system is pristine, I could get into anywhere, anytime, no problem, but only when I’m successful, I’ll get the upgrade. Nevertheless, I was able to hack the door open, ironic, the biggest tech company but easy to hack doors, once I’m in, I wave to the cameras, I knew they’d be watching me, they as in Dedsec. But every camera I come across I knew I had to discard off. This stops Blume from seeing me but it also lets Dedsec know what stage of the mission I’m in, indicated by the room, or if I failed, indicated by a lack of heartbeat. I know not to rush, but I know how to be swift and still get the job done. However, this mission is time sensitive, there’s more guards than I can count limbs on my body, I knew it’d be a matter of time before they found out I’m in here, and that time? It’s now. Funny enough, it's when I’m in the stronghold, rows and levels of technology wired with intelligence and information so strong only corruption could hold it, though corruption is holding it. So, I could just find the big screen with everyone’s data and erase myself, but where’s the fun in that?

“SPREAD OUT AND SEARCH”

“SHE’S IN HERE SOMEWHERE, WHOEVER FINDS HER HER GETS A WEEK OFF, PAID”

“Shit” I whisper out, now that’s a problem, it’s one thing having countless guards come after me, but guards with a need to get the reward? I’m fucked, but I’m stronger, I’ve trained myself enough to get myself out of this situation. I place a virus into one part of the mainframe, causing lights in this section to turn off.

“SHE’S THERE”

I fight off three shooting guards, I won’t lie, this raises the hair on the back of my neck, the new section I’m in is begging for a virus, so in true Dedsec fashion, I let another one loose, which only causes more shooting, but that was a given, I find myself hiding instead of fighting. Now, I could easily pick up a gun and shoot too, but first mission, no fatalities, my taser, my hands, my mele, which consists of two billiard 8balls connected by a short rope. My destination is in my peripheral, one floor higher than me the door on the right, by now I’m sure backup has been called from other branches along with the cops, so now speed is a necessity. More guards come, but their bodies drop to the ground, they don’t learn. After placing another virus in another section, I’m finally in the room, I turn the screen on, and so many options floods the screen, it’s overwhelming, I plug in my phone to transfer data for Dedsec but then I find it, I find me, my profile, my data.

“y/n l/n.” Delete, hmph, I never liked that picture of me anyway, I laugh at the data they have on me, it’s all bullshit, they have me for petty crimes I didn’t commit, but I know they wont have me on crimes I did commit, this mission being one of them, a crime, but crime with moralities.

Now to find a way out, but first, one last virus. But unfortunately, this one does it for the system, alarms blaring, I’m sure the entire San Francisco heard it, and that’s saying something, considering we’re on a small island, treasure island under the bay bridge, now that’s going to attract more guards. “Fuck.”

“Watch her, she’s going to get caught” Marcus exclaims

“Jenna bring up the site blueprint for me, let’s see if we can meet her somewhere, if she makes it out” Sitara says

Jenna pulls up the map and they analyse it closely.

“Wrench drive here” Marcus tells him

He does.

Fuck, okay, I can do this, it’s lightwork, I say a little prayer, though I need a miracle to get out, I quickly scout the area so see my exit point. My luck increases and my survival percentage increases if I take the highest point out to the roof and climb my way down. Lucky for me, my planted virus took the lights.

“I WANT HER CAUGHT”

“Y/N, WE KNOW YOU ARE HERE, COME OUT AND YOU WON’T GET HURT”

Yes, yes, I will get hurt, if Dusan Nemec, the CTO of Blume even has five minutes with me, death will be a mercy. Lucky for me, their smartest guards are sleeping on the floor, courtesy of me, so I find it easy climbing my way to the top where I can kick down a vent. It’s hot, so hot I can see heat lines, to be fair the mainframe has a shit load of wires and energy and electricity surges through them, so heat is expected to radiate. Once I reach the top of the vent, I break this one down too, the fresh cool San Francisco breeze, accompanied by a crisp ocean scent, overruled by sea salt. I creep away to the side of the building where Blume’s guards doesn’t have their cars in a blockade, once my feet touch the floor, the recoil is enough to make me trip a little, I giggle a bit over it. Mission over, mission successful.

“Bag her.” Sitara says

Next thing I know, my eyesight is black, not pitch black, but enough darkness with hues of grains from the material of what they bagged me with.

About 20 minutes of driving later and muffled voices, filled with conversations and laughter, the van comes to a stop. The bag is still on my head, and as easy as it sounds, standing up was a challenge, the unfamiliar flooring and noises threw me off but two hands were helping me up, the feel and build felt masculine so I immediately assume it’s Wrench and Marcus. As I step out the voices, laughter and cheer illuminates the room and a piercing light shoots through the bag my head is in, the adrenaline is rushing in and my heart beat races, my breathing slows to calm myself down before they remove my bag, the calm before the storm.

“5”

Loud cheers.

“4”

More loud cheers.

“3”

Louder cheers

“2”

Here it goes.

“1”

My bag gets taken off and the lights blinds my eyes, I slowly open them, and blow my lose strands of hair out of my face, the screams and cheers pitch in and now are clear unlike the muffles I was hearing under the bag, and then when my eyes focus, that’s when I see her.

Beauty.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #wednsday addams #wednesday #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday x reader

[eadanga]

Royal Love Part 18

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Liam’s eyes went wide with shock as he tried to process what Eleanor just asked he put the phone on the couch and paced around the room in thought

 “Dad you there?”

Liam quickly reached to grab the phone and he sighed “I’m here Eleanor but I don’t think we should discuss this on the phone”

“You’re right should I come out there?”

“No I’ll come I’ll get a hotel I’ll be there tomorrow”

“Ok dad I’ll see you love you”

“Love you too sweetheart”

Liam hung up and he sighed as MC walked into the room “Bella is out like a light now we can” She looks at his expression “What’s wrong?”

“Love Eleanor wants to reveal her identity to the guy she’s been seeing”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I’ll fly over a talk to her but I really don’t know what to say I want her to be happy but I mean it’s about her security there could be enemies everywhere and what do we even know about him?”

MC places a hand on his shoulder “I understand everything you’re saying but if our daughter feels in her heart that she can trust him then we should support her you don’t wanna be like your dad I mean look at what he did just to keep us apart”

“Oh yeah I remember” He clenches his fists as he remembers the confrontation he had with his father

****

Liam stomps into his father’s study and throws the doors open “What the hell is this?!”

Constantine looks up from his papers “Liam what is it?”

Liam shoves photos in his face “I found these in your drawer! So it was you? You’re the one who ruined MC’s name and had every magazine and tabloid saying all kinds of shit about her!”

Constantine stands and takes a few steps back “Liam I can explain”

“Go ahead explain! Cause this is all bullshit!”

“Liam I did it for you!”

“For me?” Liam laughs “Please enlighten me on how this was for me”

“Liam a commoner woman can’t run a country! You need to be married to someone like a duchess or countess not some waitress you know nothing about!”

“Well since you like the news so much father here’s some news for you I am gonna marry her and I don’t give a damn about what you think!”

“Liam listen to me”

“No you listen! MC will always be the woman I love no one else and I am gonna fix this I’ve been recording everything and I’m sending this to every news station in Cordonia!”

Constantine’s eyes went wide “Liam you can’t do that! I’ll be ruined they’ll remove me off the throne for lying!”

“Good then someone better than you can be on the throne someone who’s not a scumbag”

“Liam!”

“You and your washed up old self can go to hell for all I care”

****

Liam clenches his fist “I will never forgive him I didn’t even go to his funeral for what he did I will never be like him”

“I know you won’t Liam you’re doing what he never did talking to her”

Liam smiles “Thanks love” He kisses her forehead then wraps his arms around her waist “Now I want to spend time with my lovely wife”

MC giggles as he lifts her up and carries her to the bed

****

Eleanor lays on her bed staring at the ceiling she hears a knocking on the door “Hey girl you want some snacks?” “No thanks”

Marissa pops her head in “Why are you laying there?”

“I just talked to my dad I told him I want to tell Cole everything”

“And what did he say?”

Eleanor sighs as she sits up “Not much just that we should talk in person he’s coming tomorrow” She fidgets “What if he’s disappointed in me?”

“Hey your dad loves you he’ll never say that”

“I know I’m just worried about what he’ll say”

“I’m sure it’ll go great your dad wants you happy”

“Yeah he does”

****

Liam arrives at the hotel and gets his things settled in he texts Eleanor the address he sighs as he waits for her to arrive. There’s a knock on the door and he goes to open it and he grins when he sees her

“Hi daddy”

Liam pulls her in for a hug “Hi princess” He kisses her forehead “Come on sit down let’s talk”

Eleanor sits on the bed and Liam sits next to her “So this Cole guy are you?”

“Well we’re taking it slow but I do have feelings for him and I don’t want to lie to him”

“I know Eleanor I know the feeling but you know it’s about your security and you don’t know who’s listening in”

“I know dad it puts me at risk telling other people I just want to be honest”

Liam gives her a small smile “And honesty is always the number one thing in a relationship what did you tell him?”

“That you’re high in the government of Cordonia”

“You didn’t tell him my title?”

“No”

Liam sighs “You know your happiness is important to me Eleanor” He smiles “I’ll let you tell him”

“Really?”

“Yes on one condition”

“What is it?”

“You give it some time let you relationship with him get stronger and you bring him to Cordonia so we can personally meet him and”

“So he sees what my life is like as a princess?”

“Yup if he feels the same way about you he’ll accept you know matter who you are”

Eleanor smiles “That’s fair dad I’ll do it”

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Colorful - Part 1 (G)

Fandom - Our Life : Beginnings and Always

Pairing - Cove Holden / Gender Neutral Reader

After a day at the beach, you learn a shocking fact about Cove. Takes place in Part 2

It was another perfect summer day in Sunset Bird. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and you were ecstatic to enjoy the day with whatever random activities came your way.

You had just finished breakfast when a knocking came to your door.

“Can you get that?” Ma asked from the couch. “I mean, I’m willing to bet that it’s for you, anyways. There’s really only one person who visits us.”

“Ma!” You squealed, blushing.

“You know I’m kidding.” Ma giggled, earning a glare from Mom, who was sitting next to her.

You ignored their antics and rushed to the door, opening it to see Cove, dressed only in his swimming trunks, swaying nervously at the front door.

“Oh, hey!” Cove stuttered out. “I was going to go to the beach, and, um, if you’d like…”

“I’ll join you!” You said, interrupting Cove’s stuttering. You were pretty sure that was what he was going to ask you, anyways.

“Oh! Um��” Cove said in shock, readjusting his conversation, as if he had planned everything out beforehand and now had to reword his proposition (which, knowing Cove, was almost certainly true). “Sure, I’d love that.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” You replied. “See you in a minute!”

And with that, you rushed off to your room to find the perfect swimsuit for the occasion. Living on a beach you had plenty to choose from, so you quickly changed into your favorite one, and grabbed anything else you could need. You had no idea what you were actually planning to do, but knowing you and Cove, it would mainly consist of just floating in the water and chatting.

After grabbing everything you needed, you rushed downstairs.

“I’m gonna go meet up with Cove at the beach.” You told your moms while you were double-checking that you had everything.

“Okay, have fun!” Ma replied.

“Elizabeth has an event today, so all three of us will probably be gone when you get back. Don’t get any sand or water in the house.” Mom added.

“I won’t! Bye!”

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Arriving at the beach, you saw Cove already splashing in the waves. Ever since he got his cast removed, Cove practically lived on the beach. Nowadays, you rarely saw him elsewhere. You didn’t mind though. The beach was the perfect place to spend free time, and if it meant a lot to Cove, it meant a lot to you.

When you finally caught up to Cove, you dropped your stuff next to his, and met up with him. “So, what’s the plan?” you asked, slowly entering the water. “Spending time with you.” Cove said, causing both of you to blush at Cove’s forwardness.

And that’s what happened. You two just spent your day relaxing in the water, occasionally opting to do more stimulating things like racing in the water or building sandcastles. But, for the most part, you just chatted. Even though you saw each other practically every day, you always seemed to have things to talk about. That’s just how it went with Cove.

Eventually, though, you realized it was getting late. While you originally planned to go straight home, you remembered that your parents and Elizabeth were all gone. You also remembered Mom’s strict rules on not getting any of the beach in the house, and looking at the state you were in, that didn’t seem very possible.

“Hey Cove?” You asked while packing up your stuff.

“What?” Cove asked.

“Do you mind if I clean up at your place instead? It’ll be a lot easier, plus, your dad cares a lot less about getting sand and water in the house.

“Um…” Cove blushed, squirming to find the right answer. “Sure, if you want.”

“Okay, thanks!” You replied, as you both headed back to Cove’s place.

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When you got to Cove’s house, you pretty much directly went to his room, passing his dad on the way there. Kyra was gone this evening, so it was only him. Cove insisted that you cleaned up before him, so after quickly rinsing off, you traded places with Cove so he could clean up himself.

While Cove was in the shower, you opted to sit on the floor of his bedroom, waiting for him to be done. You were just relaxing, twiddling your thumbs, when you heard a voice from the bathroom. You walked over to the bathroom door to try to figure out what he was saying.

“Were you talking to me?” You asked, leaning your ear against the bathroom door.

“Yeah, um, so, sorry if this is a bother, but in my bedroom there should be a bottle with some seafoam-colored liquid in it. Could you grab it for me? I normally would myself, but, um…”

“Sure, I can grab it.” You replied before the conversation went in a very awkward direction. After scouring the room, you finally found the bottle, or at least what you thought he was looking for. To your shock, however, it was labeled as temporary hairdye! While it makes logical sense that Cove didn’t naturally have green hair, you had never really thought about it. And it definitely surprised you that it wasn’t permanent.

With the bottle in hand, you went back to the bathroom, knocking on the door before telling him that you had the bottle. Slowly and tentatively, the door opened, revealing a profusely blushing Cove wearing nothing but a towel, avoiding eye-contact with you as much as possible.

In any other situation, you would be blushing too, but your mind was much more focused on something else. Cove was blond! I mean, it made sense. His father was (although you weren’t confident about that being natural), and you’d need light hair to get the color that Cove usually wore. Still, it felt so odd, seeing Cove like this.

“I know, it looks weird.” Cove said, making you realize you had been staring at it for longer than you probably should have.

“I think it suits you.” You said, leaning against the wall.

“Why?” Cove asked, going back to the shower and closing the curtains so you could still talk with him while he re-dyed his hair.

“It fits your whole surfer-dude aesthetic.” You laugh. It made him look even more like a basic surfer boy than he already did.

“That’s why I hate it.” Cove groaned. “Well, that and it’s way too boring.”

Finally, Cove left the shower, wrapping his head in a towel to allow it to dry and let the color to soak in.

“Than why don’t you permanently dye it? I mean, I think you’d look great either way, but if you prefer it green, you should keep it that way.”

“Dad wouldn’t let me.” Cove said, sighing.

“What? How do you know? Did you ask him?” You asked. Cove’s dad always felt like the type to not care about that kind of stuff, so him banning permanent hairdye would be a shocker to you. I mean, at this point, it was practically permanent, so he couldn’t care that much.

“Well, not really.” Cove said slowly, as if he was realizing that his assumption may not have actually been true. “But most parents don’t allow that kind of stuff.”

“Most parents don’t offer kids 20 bucks to be friends with their kid.” You laughed. Cove never found it as funny as you, but at least it gave him easy blackmail on his dad.

“Fair.” Cove replied. “So, should I go, like, ask him?”

“Why not?” You responded.

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Following Cove into the living room, you were met with Mr. Holden sitting on the couch, eating some sort of snack and watching surfing on the TV. You never really understood why he watched that, he could literally walk outside to see it, but you never really bothered asking.

“Hey Dad?” Cove asked from the hallway, sticking close to you.

“What’s up kiddo?” His dad responded.

“Would you be okay if I dyed my hair?”

“What?” Cove’s dad replied in utter confusion.

“I mean, like, permanently.” Cove replied, nervously fiddling with his thumbs. 

It took Cove’s dad a few more seconds before Cove’s statement finally settled on him, causing him to laugh at the realization. “Kiddo, I thought you dyed it permanently a long time ago!”

“You did?” Cove asked.

“Of course I did! I didn’t expect you to be dyeing your hair temporarily for the last who knows how many years! Go ahead and dye your hair. It’ll probably save me a lot of money if you’ve been doing it temporarily this whole time!”

“Thanks Dad!” Cove replied with a sigh of relief.

“You’re welcome kiddo.” Mr. Holden responded, still clearly in shock that his son had been dying his hair temporarily for this many years straight.

“And thanks to you too.” He said, returning his attention to you. “I totally wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

“You’re welcome. I had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t actually care.”

“Yeah, I guess it makes more sense that way.”        

part 1 | part 2 

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