#We shall see how long they stay up before I freak out that I don't like them

[shinsources]

enemies to lovers but one is injured + sentence starters

“ can you walk? “

“ i’m all right. “

“ you’re bleeding. “

“ lean on me. ” “ for support? “ “ yeah, why else? “

“ i’ll get you out of here. ”

“ are you crazy? i’m not leaving you! “

“ if you die on me, then what's the issue? you either live, or you die. “

“ just trust me, yeah? “

“ i don't need your help. “ “ are you sure? cause it sure does look like it. “

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

“ how bad is it? “ “ it’s bad. “

“ you got shot. there's a bullet in you. i can see it. “ “ i can feel it. “

“ stay with me. don’t close your eyes. “

“ i hate you. oh, i hate you so much right now. “

“ just remove the damn thing. “

“ i’m not a doctor. “

“ it didn't pierce your heart did it? “ “ no, clearly not. “ “that's unfortunate. “

“ you trust me, don't you? “

“ jesus fucking christ, you're annoying. “

“ don't touch me! “ “ how am i supposed to bandage you up if i can't touch you? “

“ don't touch me. “ “ then do it yourself you, egit. “

“ right now, you’re all i have. “

“ you’re going to be okay. we’ll both be. “

“ can you hear me? “

“ i'm scared. “

“ i don't wanna die. “ “ you're not gonna die, you here me? “

“ when have i ever put you in danger? actually, don't answer that. “

“ if i do this, do you promise to stop harassing me? “ “ absolutely not. what kinda sick request is that? “

“ i can’t feel my legs. “

“ can you walk? “ “i’m bleeding. “

“ here, take my gun. “ “ are you crazy? i’ve never used one before! “

“ i can’t get up. you’re gonna have to have to carry me. “

“ come on, i’ll bandage you up. “

“ look, i know we’re not exactly friends, but right now, you're all i got. “

“ you shoot. i distract. “

“ where’s the bullet? hey, i can’t find the bullet! “

“ why are you the one freaking out? i’m the one with a knife in my stomach. “

“ are you squeamish? because it looks like you’re gonna throw up. “

“ you've always impressed me. you're stronger than you look. “

“ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “

“ here, take my hand. “ “ are you clean? “

“ i'm gonna kill you. “ “ for what, saving your ass? “

“ don't touch me. “ “ okay. shall i leave you here to die, then? “

“ stop it, you're hurting me! “ “ i need to get the knife out. “

“ didn't realize you had it in you. “ “ what? “ “ to care for another person. “

“ trust me, if anybody's going to kill you, it's going to be me. “

“ couldn't just let you die. fair fight and all. “

“ don't remove the knife, or you'll bleed to death. “

“ shut up before i kill you myself. “

“ just wait for me here. “ “ it's not like i can go anywhere. “

“ give me your gun. “ “fuck, no. “

“ why the hell did they stab you? “ “...should i have asked for an explanation? “

“ shut up or i'll give you a real reason to cry. “

“ you owe me. “

“ fuck you, i'm not doing this. “

“ what's wrong with you? you almost got me killed! “

“ yeah, well. perhaps i didn't understand just how much until this very moment. “ “ this is all your fault. “ “ don't act like you're not enjoying yourself. “

“ you're going to kill me, aren't you? “

“ why would you do this? why would you help me? “

“ call it a truce. “

“ why the hell did you stab me? “

“ i don't have anywhere else to go. “

“ i'm glad you're okay. “

“ thank you, for saving my life. “

“ i would have died if it wasn't for you. “

“ you can stay for as long as you need. “

“ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “

“ if you need anything, you know where to find me. “

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[strangerthings64]

Eddie Munson x F Reader

Warnings: Mention of bad parents, and bad boyfriends. Yeah nothing else really just LOTS of fluff!

Word Count: 1k+

Description: Reader realizes she's in love with Eddie after he ties her shoes for the first time. So she starts making it a habit of walking with her shoe untied for him to tie and he catches on.

A/N:  I saw this concept of Eddie stopping to tie Reader's shoes and I just had to make a fic about this because if that ain't love, I don't know what is!! 💕🥺

(P.S I also listened to this song while writing this and the part where he says “thought I could live without romance, until you came to me.” omg that part was so good I love Elvis’s music!!)

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(y/n)’s Pov

If someone had told me I'd end up falling in love with my best friend,  Eddie "The Freak" Munson I'd call them crazy, but here I was standing with my arms full of books and Eddie suddenly stopping me,  getting down on his knees and tying my shoes.

"Your gonna fall and break a tooth if you keep walking around like this Sweetheart," he said chuckling as you stare at him wide-eyed, mouth gaping a bit.

"No, I'd never fall in love with anyone ever, people disappoint me." I had told Eddie time and time again when he would ask me during our lunch at our "secret table” in the woods. He’d ask me if I had a crush on anyone in the school and he always got the same answer but yet he still seemed to ask at least once a month.

No, I'd never fall in love... But here I was staring at him as he tied my left shoe, then my right, and then looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and pearly white smile. And suddenly my heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, with no signs of slowing down. And my hands were getting clammy, the books in my arms threatening to fall but no way in hell was I about to let them fall and hit Eddie's beautiful face.

"You good, (y/n/n)?" he asked, standing up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"U..Um, Yeah I'm fine just a bit lost in thought" you replied giving him a small smile, he nods.

"Then shall we get to class?" 

"Yup let's go Eds"

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Ever since that moment with Eddie a few months ago, I've been falling head over heels for him and I wanted more than anything to be his, but to ask him was to face rejection and I sucked with rejection. Plus I was sure he didn't like me he was always very flirtatious with a lot of people he had been that way even when I first met him two years ago.

But it wasn't gonna stop me from loving him. Almost every couple of days for the last four months Eddie would stop, get down on his knees and tie my shoe never minding or finding it annoying that I always somehow had my shoes untied.

And when he did it, my heart would flutter like a thousand butterflies in an open field. God if only he knew what he did to me. If only he knew how quickly I'd fallen for him, despite never really feeling like this before it felt like I have loved him my whole life. Yes I've had a few boyfriends before but they were just heartbreakers, never staying for long.

But with Eds it was different, He is different than the rest of them. He cares about me like no other,  always going out of his way to make sure I was happy and taken care of. Knowing how my home life was and how it wasn't always the best and how cruel my family could be and how low they could make me feel. He always made sure I felt the exact opposite of that.

I don't know why it took me so long to fall in love with him it wasn't like I didn't find him attractive, he’s always been beautiful and I’ve always notice how kind he was despite being see as the complete opposite. Everything about him was inviting so why did it take me this long to realize I love him? I think maybe it was just my guarded heart, but somehow he managed to melt this heart of iron.

And God if he ever found out why my shoes were always untied I swear I'd just pass away right then and there, definitely a good thing he hasn't caught on yet which meant I could continue to do it without any suspicion from him. 

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Eddie's Pov

Four months ago I had gotten down on my knees in front of (y/n) to tie her shoes so she wouldn't fall, and I gotta admit it was one of the best decisions I had ever made. Because here I was now, walking down the halls and there she was again walking down the halls with her miss-matched socks peeking out and her untied shoes, her eyes glued to the book in her hands. And I swear she was the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

And This was the four-time in the last week that I'd seen her with untied shoes. Ever since she'd walked around with her shoes untied that day, it had started to be a common occurrence. she'd never been this way before but i was like suddenly she had a longing for face planting and getting hurt.

Eventually, I caught onto her schemes and plans very early on. I had one day overheard her friend Robin talking to Dustin in the hallways, about how she was purposely untying her shoes so I could tie them for her whenever I'd spot her throughout the day. I'll admit It was a bit confusing and I didn't know why she did it, but the girl I've been in love with since the day I met her, wanted me to tie her shoes, there was no way I'd turn that down ever.

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"Really sweetheart, again with the untied shoes? How many times do I have to tie your shoes in a week? you’re gonna end up hurting yourself one day." I said smiling at her, she lifts her head up her precious smile making a way onto her face.

Getting down to tie her shoes, I start by taking both of the laces on her left foot tying them and ending with the signature bunny ears, then moving to the right and doing the same on that side just as I always do whenever I tie her shoes.

"It's almost like you want me to tie your shoes for you, it's almost like" I pause for a second chuckling.

"Like  you're purposely doing this just so I can tie them." I said looking at her as she gazed back down at me, and I could see a little panic in her alluring eyes and small blush creeping onto her face, as she tried to stay calm knowing she's been caught in her act.

"Wh-why would you think that," she asks stuttering a bit, I stand up placing an arm over her shoulder as the halls start to clear out.  Her and I among the few still standing around.

I lean down and get close to her ear, breathing on it a bit, as she shivers.

"Well because I might have overheard so and so talking to another so and so about how your purposely untying them, so little old me could tie them for you." I smirk at her, as her body goes tense underneath me, as she pulls away from my arm facing me now, eyes wide and mouth open. 

"Who told you that?!" she asks.

"Munson, (y/l/n), Get to class now!" Our heads turn as we hear Mrs. Elgreen yell at us.

“Stop standing around, go now!” She yells again. As (y/n) just stands there waiting for a response from me.

"Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, but I gotta get to class really don’t wanna fail again, and I think you should go to really don’t want you failing either." I said a smug look on my face, as I quickly peck her cheek walking off to my class. I looked back at her shocked expression and chuckled a bit, God that girl was gonna be the death of me.

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A/N: Hey guys! this is my first Eddie Munson fic I hope ya'll liked it.

Also feedback is greatly encouraged and I hope you guys will start requesting things soon, because I'm dying to write! Please comment, like and reblog, i’d really appreciated it!! :)

(Also this isn’t my gif it’s by @metalheadmunson go follow them there great!! Thank you sooo much for this gif, it’s so precious!!)

xoxo,

Kaity

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[brights-place]

Hi!

I saw your Barb x wife post (very cute), could you do a Riff x husband reader?

(I promise this will be the last time I ask for Riff stuff, probably)

Riff X Husband! S/O

Pairings: Riff X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild cursing, THE GAYS ARE GAYING YAYYY!

A/N: I got so happy with this request and wrote this down so fast since I was checking my inbox!

Barb introduced you two to each other 7 in an half years and you and riff had been together for longer about 9 years running he proposed to you 3 years ago. You knew how Riff wad awkward sometimes and how he does little drum stick tricks to impress you or would play drum versions of your favorite songs and ask you to guess the beat. When he was gonna propose to you he played the 'here comes the bride' but in drums and you didn't guess what it was but said it was cool yet you didn't know what it was at all. You two were at the rooftop staring out at the night sky as the candle is warm light shined where you both laid as Riff got up and stold you t turn around which he did and you gasped seeing him on an knee with an Silver engagement ring with your birth gemstone on it which made you smiled as Riff spoke in an shaky voice "Okay I know we have been dating for so long but... I've been planning on how to do this and it's very hard!" riff said chuckling hiding deeper into his beanie "(name) You have been by my side through the toughest of storms, shining like a beacon in the darkest night. You have shown me that true beauty lies beyond the stars, and I want to share that with you for all eternity. Will you spend every night gazing into my eyes for as long as we shall live? Will you stay with me as we journey through the unknown with a never ending spark of love? (Name)" Riff took an sharp inhale as you teared up slightly "Will you marry me and be my husband (name)?" Riff said looking away as you smiled nodding quickly tackling him to the floor and kissing him deeply

You pulled away as he held you close tearing up “Knarly dude…” You giggled “damn right” You said kissing riffs face as he blushed. Once you two came back inside you were met by King Thrash and barb ho were smirking and congratulating you two for getting engaged and soon planned together an wedding sitting side by side as you two talked about different things for the weddings.

Currently you two where wondering where exactly it would be hosted “It could be hosted on where we first met?” Riff suggested as you hummed thinking to yourself “We met at an pub plus I wanted to invite our friends from outside of volcano rock city our temperature here is much different were use to it but they might not be” “Oh good idea!” you giggled cupping riffs face taking off his beanie which made his hetochromia eyes stare at you lovingly as kiss you back as he pulled away "I Love you" "Love you too"

The day of your wedding you were freaking out fanning your face as you were in the dressing room wearing your suit. It was a black leather jacket with a white shirt and black tie featuring silver embroidered roses, lightning bolts, and music notes. The jacket has a few rips and tears, revealing a layer of white lining beneat it. The shoulders were padded with cotton foam, filling it out slightly. The suit itself is somewhat worn, the edges darkened with shadows and dirt. The pants are made of black leather, with a few creases lining the seams. The shoes are black leather, but scuffed around the heels. You were panicking as Barb slapped your back making you yelp as she laughs "Don't worry Riff is also scared since its the first time he will be showing his eyes infront of an crowd and well He's marrying you" Barb laughed when you blushed "Your right!" After barb eft you checked yourself in the mirror before heading to the Altar. The wedding ceremony was a perfect mesh of elegance and rock 'n roll theme. The rock 'n roll themed wedding was a perfect mix of elegance and rock 'n roll vibes.

It decorated with edgy yet classy rock 'n roll accents. The venue was decorated with dramatic black walls, featuring white accents and gold details. The venue was completely transformed into a vibrant and fun rock 'n roll theme, featuring colorful stage lighting, edgy punk rock decorations, and musical elements such as vintage rock instruments and neon lights. The tables were adorned with dramatic black table cloths and edgy black tablescape decorations, making for a perfect venue for rock 'n roll lovers.

An altar had an mix of your favourite flowers and riffs favourite wilted flowers together as you stood at the altar while Riff stood at the other end staring down the aisle with a nervous look. You saw riffs suit The suit was a dark and faded black in coloring, as the fabric had been dyed to achieve that specific faded look. It was fitted snugly to the man's body, revealing his fit and toned physique that looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. The collars was high and round, reminiscent of an old, punk-rock style that had been done before. A few buttons were left undone, revealing his slightly ripped shirt. While his beanie had an black ripped veil in front of it as he walked to the Alter “Your beautiful” you two say in sync before giggling at each other as the pastor spoke telling the basics as as always before motioning for You to start with Your vows as you gulped and spoke nervously "Riff, as I stand here, with my heart overflowing with love, I am reminded of the beauty and uniqueness of our journey together. From this moment forward I promise you this..." You took an sharp inhale before staring at Riff You couldn't help but smile and look to teh crowd and back to Riff "I promise to love you in a way that is as unique and beautiful as the love we've built together. Our love is a master piece in my eyes unlike your drums." Riff gasped dramatically jokingly as you two laughed "but yes our love is a master piece in my eyes painted with the brushstrokes of our laughter. our shared dreams and the countless moments that have brought us here. I vow to be your wavering support and your safe harbor. In your presence I've found the courage to be the best version of myself and I will forever be the wind beneath your wings propelling you to reach new heights. With you, I've found a love that is both unique and beautiful, a love that is intricately woven into the fabric of my soul. I choose you, not just as my partner, but as my muse, my best friend, and the one who makes my world rocking! I Today and forever I give you my heart and my soul, and the promise of a unique and beautiful love story that will continue to unfold chapter by chapter I love you, in ways that word can only begin to describe is amazing" Riff smiled at you as you smiled back as Riff spoke up “Well damn it’s just like when I propose to you I’m so nervous… I can’t even believe I’m saying it out loud cause I know I’m gonna be made fun of by Barb” Barb shouted from the front row seat "FUCK YEAH I AM! GET SOME RIFF!" Riff sighed softly "(name) I promise to always be there for you, to listen and understand you, and to love and accept you as you are. I commit myself to our relationship and to growing and building a strong foundation together, with trust, respect and communication. I vow to honor your wishes and strive to meet your needs, and to always support and respect you. We will face challenges together as a team, and work to always overcome them, hand in hand... even though you annoy the shit out of me aswell I love you" You both soon started to tear up “How do straight people do this without crying?!” You complained as Riff laughed in agreement. The pastor smiled handing you two your drumsticks and your rings which you traded and gave eachother

You both were wearing a skeleton ring with you having a Obsidian that was cracked and contained inside your birth stone and and Riff having an obsidian that was cracked and inside held ruby as the pastor soon spoke “You may now kiss the groom!” You may or may not have grabbed riff by the waist dipping him to the floor and kissing him happily with an large smirk as others cheered while rock n roll trolls screamed doing the rock symbol with you and riff doing the same while kissing each other happily as riff eyes opened showing his hetochromica eyes that stared at you lovingly "I Love you" "Love you too" you both say smiling

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[wenclairfamily]

Wednesday's First Kiss - Fanfic Story of Young Wednesday

This story is set many years before the start of the Wednesday TV series, and reveals who Wednesday's first kiss was...

*The Past:

A sad looking Wednesday sat in the living room of her home crying as she sat in her mother: Morticia's lap. Meanwhile Gomez was on the phone as he said, "Yes officer. I'd like to file a murder charge. Against who you ask? Why against a group of boys that killed my daughter's pet scorpion! Wait. What do you mean that's not a chargeable offense? It's murder! Wait a minute. What do you mean you'd rather see those things off the streets!? Well get ready, because I'll be phoning up the mayor, the governor, my congressman, and even the president if that's what it takes to see you locked up for those words!" Then Gomez angerly hung up the phone as he said, "The nerve of that so called 'policeman'. He actually had the nerve to say that when he was a boy, he and his pals would kill snakes and scorpions in their neighborhood all of the time! How did someone with that kind of record ever get appointed to a position in law enforcement!?" Then Morticia looked at Wednesday as she said, "Now Wednesday. Do you remember the names of all of those boys you told us about?" With tears still in her eyes, Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Yeah. They go to the same school as me. They always pulled my hair braids, called me a freak, and said I belonged in an insane asylum. But I thought they always meant that in a nice way." An angry Gomez said, "Ooo. To hear stories of boys leading my little girl on like that. Well I'm about to have a man-to-man brawl with all of their fathers!"

Morticia then stood up as she said, "Gomez, please. Nothing can be done to reverse the damage now. We always knew life would be difficult for us living in such an unusual neighborhood. Perhaps it's best if we just home-school Wednesday and Pugsley again, and just keep them away from all of life's horrors." Gomez sighed, and then said, "Well... isolation did do a lot of good for me those four long years I spent at the juvenile wing at Alcatraz." Gomez then thought silently for a moment, and then got on his knees to match Wednesday's height as he said, "Dear Wednesday... you'll never have to spend time around terrible kids like that ever again." Then Wednesday took out a small shoe box that had the remains of her scorpion in it as she said, "But... what about Nero?" Morticia then put an arm around Wednesday as she said, "He's gone sweety. Yes, he deserved the pleasure of a long painful death... but he did experience the beauty of crossing over into the next phase of life. You'll see him again one day when you're older, and your own time to cross over comes." Then Wednesday began to cry again as she said, "But I don't want to see Nero again when I'm older. I want him now!" Then Wednesday began to sob as Morticia held Wednesday close.

*One Year Later:

Wednesday walked through the living room of her home with a deadpan look on her face while she carried two large power line wires. Morticia meanwhile was walking in the opposite direction of Wednesday, but then stopped Wednesday in her tracks as she said, "Wednesday, where do you think you're going with those?" Wednesday with a cold tone then said, "To test my theories in electrode-shock therapy on Pugsley." Morticia then stood still as she said, "Well normally, I would welcome that kind of behavior. But Wednesday... it's Halloween. Don't you wish to go outside and bask in the glory of our family's favorite holiday?" Wednesday kept a deadpan face as she said, "No. For while this may be a day you deem important to celebrate, for me... it shall forever be the eve of the day I suffered a tremendous loss, and the eve of the last day I ever felt emotion."

Morticia looked down for a moment, but then looked straight at Wednesday as she said, "Wednesday... I feel it may have be an error on your father and I's part to allow you to stay in the house consistently for the last year. My daughter... there is so much outside of these walls for you to explore. You'll never live up to your full potential remaining at home indefinitely." Then Wednesday in a cold tone said, "I could argue easily that I could. Now that your uncle is deceased, and father's brother is still missing; I could easily fill the void in this family as the weapons expert, and make quite a living in arms dealing from home." Then Morticia crossed her arms, made her face angry, and in a loud stern voice she said, "Wednesday Friday Addams... you are going to go outside and spend time around other children your age that are dressed as witches and demons tonight. And if you do that for the next three hours... I'll buy you a new electric chair for you and your brother to play with." Then Wednesday rolled her eyes, sighed, and then said, "Very well mother."

*One Hour Later:

Wednesday walked over to the entrance of a community center on Halloween night as many other people in costumes were walking in. A female adult leader at the door looked at Wednesday as she said, "Can I help you?" Wednesday glared at the adult as she said, "Yes. My mother is forcing me to partake in a community activity here. Let me in." Then the adult said, "Only people wearing Halloween costumes can come in. Where's your costume? Halloween is the night we all get to dress up as scary people." Then Wednesday in a straight face said, "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac on the verge of killing my spouse. They all dress like normal people. Is that not scary enough?" Then the adult leader smirked and said, "Nice try. But you'll need to find something that at least shows you put effort into this. Don't worry though. I have extra costumes for kids who can't afford them. Here you go." Then the adult leader handed Wednesday a bag. Wednesday opened the bag, and saw inside... was a black cat suit, with fake cat ears, and a cat mask. Wednesday groaned, and then quickly put on the black cat suit. Wednesday then put the cat ears on her head, and then put on the cat mask which covered the top half of her face. The adult leader smiled as Wednesday walked past her with a deadly glare.

Then as Wednesday walked into the party at the community center, she saw many children her age playing party games. Wednesday had a miserable look on her face as she began to walk around the room uncomfortably. Then suddenly another girl in a matching white cat suit, ran over to Wednesday and said, "Oh hey! We match! We look like twins!" Then Wednesday in a deadpan voice said, "Or rather the feline personification of the Chinese concept of ying and yang. Would you like to know which side I represent?" The other girl giggled and said, "Wow. You talk funny. What's your name?" Wednesday groaned, and then looked at her costume as she said, "Well, in order to protect my identity and name from shame and embarrassment... tonight, just call me: Kitty." The other girl giggled again, and then said, "Well hello.. Kitty. Get it? Hello Kitty!" Wednesday simply glared at the other girl.

The other girl still kept a smile on her face as she said, "Well... you can call me... Kat. Get it. Because I'm a cat?" Wednesday groaned as she said, "Amusing." Then the young girl Kat with a happy grin said, " Anyway Kitty, we're playing games tonight where you win tickets, and you can use the tickets to win some candy. Wanna play? " Wednesday stood still, while in a deadpan voice she said, "Hardly. Today marks the near anniversary of the death of my beloved pet. Celebrating and playing are hardly my main focus tonight." The young girl Kat then said, "Oh." Kat then began to walk away... but then stopped... walked back over to Wednesday and said, "Hey Kitty... do you wanna talk about your pet?" Wednesday looked surprised for a moment, but then regained her previous composure and said, "I would.."

Wednesday and Kat sat next to each other in a corner of the community center talking for the next hour. Eventually Wednesday said, "And when those boys harmed my pet... it felt as if my heart was harmed as well." Kat looked sympathetic as she said, "I'm so sorry Kitty. What kind of pet did you have?" Wednesday looked nervous as she said, "That... I do not wish to say. However... the event has taught me that feelings... emotions... they are not worth it... they are never worth it. I will never allow myself to feel again." Kat began to look worried as she said, "What about love? Do you ever think you'll love someone one day Kitty?" Wednesday turned her head and said, "Never. Opening up one's heart can only lead to heartbreak." Then Kat sighed, and said, "Well... I guess some people mourn longer than others. When my great uncle died, my great aunt wore a veil over her face for a month." Then Wednesday casually said, "I wanted to do the same but my mother forbade it. Then as a compromise, I asked her if I could grow my bangs out so they could cover more of my face like a veil... but mother said I'm not allowed to do my hair the way I want until I'm fifteen."

Then as Kat noticed people starting to leave, she said, "Well... party is wrapping up Kitty. I wish we could hang out more... but I'm just in town visiting my cousins so I don't think we'll see each other again." Wednesday with a deadpan face said, "It is of no consequence. We have kept masks on all night, and have not revealed our true selves to each other, thus making detachment less painful." Kat looked a bit sad as she said, "Yeah but... Kitty... I hope you find love one day... or at least have an amazing first kiss." Wednesday with a cold tone said, "That shall never happen. I'm too much of a freak to be loved." Kat sighed, and then walked away... but then stopped... looked back at Wednesday... and then ran right over to her and gave her a kiss directly on the lips. Wednesday froze but allowed Kat to kiss for a long solid minute. Then Kat eventually moved her face away from Wednesday and smiled as she said, "That was my first kiss too. Here's hoping we both find true love one day." Then Kat walked out of the community center. Wednesday meanwhile sat in shock for a moment... but then got up, and walked out the back door of the building.

Meanwhile Kat walked out the front door of the community center, as a grown woman said, "Hey. Has anyone seen my daughter?" Kat then jumped in front of the woman as she took off her cat mask and said, "Here I am mom!" The mother looked down at Kat as she said, "That's not the costume you left home in. What are you supposed to be?" Kat giggled as she said, "I'm Kat the Cat! Look at my cat claws! Rowr!" The mother groaned and then said, "Stop changing costumes and changing your name without my permission young lady! You are my daughter Enid Sinclair, and the only thing you get to be on Halloween is a werewolf! Now lets go home!"

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[the-winter-spider]

My Forever, Pt.1 | S.Harrington 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angst, lots of it. Mentions of thought of su!cide

A/N: Ive never written for Steve before, so this shall be interesting!Not proof read or edited, not sure where this is gonna go but I may follow some of the story line or make it up along the way, but I will not be following the script word for word!

“We were always meant for each other. You said I’m your moon, but you, your my sun and we make the perfect sunset”

The bond you had with each of the kids, with Robin, with Steve. Was something if someone told you back in late 83’ you would have never believed you would have ben hanging out with a bunch of kids willingly without getting paid. But now they were everything to you and they were also no longer children, they were in high school with you. 

You drifted from everyone, it was your fault. They tried, they did but how long could they try after so many attempts of friendships that were one-sided? You didn't blame them one bit.

A love that was left behind 

Steve, he was your whole galaxy, he lit up your sky in the darkest of times but you got sucked into a black hole and no light could be seen from where you were. 

You don't even remember the last time you saw those honey brown eyes, that smile that lit up your whole world once. 

He would always drop Robin off in the morning. You always tried to get there after making you late but after your grades slipped drastically you just didn't care anymore you showed up to be somewhere you didn't have to worry about thoughts that urged to just jump off a cliff or to let yourself sink to the bottom of lovers lake letting the air leave your lungs never to return. 

Today though, they were late arriving at the same time as you, you could feel his gaze on you, hushed whispers coming from Steve and Robin, no doubt in your mind about you.

About how pathetic you looked, your hair was dull, your shirt hung off your shoulders more than it did before, your skin not as vibrant as it once was even with the unbarring sun, spring brought to Hawkins. 

“Y/n!”

fuck, you sped up a little bit

“I know you can hear me”

You sighed, stopping and not bothering to turn around because you knew he was still lingering there waiting to see just a glimpse of you. 

Robin stopped directly beside you, a soft smile rose on her freckled-covered cheeks “It's been a while” 

You nodded as you continued walking, her step matching yours “Has it?”

“Over a year” Her voice waiver slightly “Were uh, worried about you”

You stopped turning to face her, her ocean blue eyes swirled with worry, love and something else you couldn’t quite place, pity you thought, mustering up the most convincing smile you could “I'm fine, I p-promise” 

She nodded as the final bell rang, taking your hands in hers “Y’know, we're here for you. We’ll always be here, we're on your side. Okay?”

“Okay” 

You stood there as she dashed off leaving you standing there your eyes moved over to the burgundy car still in the parking lot. Your eyes found those warm brown ones for the first time in a year, he gave you a small, friendly wave testing the waters. Something in you switched as you shook your head, bee-lining it from the school towards the forest. 

“She just ran?” 

“She looked at me, I think she was crying and she just took off!” His hands flew to his face

“You didn't think to like I don't know, chase after her?”

“I did, but she was just gone or hiding. I don't know. I went by her house”

Robin paused, putting away movies, turning to face Steve “And?”

“Robs, she doesn’t live there anymore”

Her mouth gaped “What do you mean she doesn’t?”

“Some new family lives there, they said they bought Y/L/N house just after New Year, said something about a transfer to freaking Europe” Steve flung his hands up 

“Where is y/n staying then? Why didn't she go with them? Who just leaves their kid behind!” 

Steve sighed his head resting in his hands on the counter “I don't know” He paused letting a heavy breath out “I should have tried harder, I stopped trying”

“Steve” Robin took a step forward placing her hand on his shoulder “She pushed us all away, we did try”

“I love her, I shoulda fought harder”

“Y/n no!” Steve shouted as you raced towards Billy and Eleven, breaking free from his grasp as Robin held him back. 

You tackled Billy, giving Mike the chance to pull Eleven out of harm's way. 

Billy’s eyes darken “I always knew you were feisty, can't wait for you to join us”

He grabbed your neck slamming you into the ground, where mere seconds ago Eleven laid “Billy, p-please. You have to fight for Max. Don't leave her as your mom left you”

You could see an internal battle in his eyes, his grip around your neck loosened the black dots clouding your vision fading, and you could still hear Steve screaming your name. 

“Max” Billy whispered 

“She needs her big brother”

“Y/n?”

You nodded tears rolling down the sides of your face, he let go standing up and turning to face the gooey black creature. You just laid there your eyes wide, frozen in shock as you watched, Seconds felt like minutes and minutes like hours, everything happened so fast. 

You watched, that's all you did was watch as Billy sacrificed himself. You watched that thing stab a hole directly through his chest, you watched him drop to the ground. You watched Max run for Billy, you watched Mike run for Eleven. Just as you watched Steve run for you. 

He gripped your face, his mouth was moving so slow, panicking in his eyes 

“We have to go! We have to go now!” Robin screamed 

Steve didn't hesitate as he picked you up carrying you out of the mall.

You were sitting on the bench in the woods just past your school. You could hear leaves crunching as someone was walking from behind you. 

Chrissy.

You kept your gaze on her back as she walked past you in a daze staring at the tree. She looked frightened, terrified. You got up to walk towards her, trying to get a better view of what she was looking at when suddenly she looked at you “D-did you see that?”

“See what?”

She looked back at the tree shell shocked “Nothing” 

“Are you okay?” Your voice soft 

She gave you a small nod, her eyes telling otherwise as they darted around making her way to the bench “I should be asking you that”

“W-what?” You took your place across from her

Her eyes were kind, with no malicious intent behind what she was saying what so ever “You’re just different” She paused taking a look around “When my cousin Sarah moved her over the summer she was so excited to meet you” She gave you a half smile, you nodded for her to continue “The girls and I always talked about you, I guess you could say we talked you up. Told her you were the best cheer captain Hawkins ever had. Your typical ‘All American girl’” she laughed using air quotes “So kind, so pretty, not a mean bone in her body, except for all those times you put ‘King Steve’ in his place, still in the kindest way bring him back down to earth but.… when the school year started up, you weren’t any of that”

Your eyes left hers, not meeting her gaze as you stared at the tree behind her, ashamed. 

“You were just this shell of who you once were. My best friend is gone and I have no idea what happened, it's like you’re not there anymore and when you quit cheer y/n..”

“I know”

“Why?”

You knew you could never tell her anything you knew, could never tell her anything that happened and even if you did, Chrissy isn't who you confide in anymore and she hasn't been that person since before last summer. And the people who you could talk to this about you just wouldn't and you wouldn't burden them anymore, because you were all carrying baggage. You wiped your tear away “I don't know”

She lightly scoffed under her breath, she was getting frustrated “Your house” 

You knew you owed her some sort of explanation as to why you pushed her away, completely abandoning her, leaving her in the dark. 

“I know”

She reached toward you “Talk to me please”

You shot up, pulling your hand away at the sound of a very loud individual stomping toward the two of you. 

Eddie

“Well well well, what do we have here” His eyes went between Chrissy and you “Cheer captain and ex cheer captain, there isn't going to be some sort of cheer off right?” His grin took up his whole face as he slammed his container on the table making Chrissy jump “Uh sorry, you okay?”

She nodded looking back at you “Y/n” 

You looked between her and Eddie, your eyes widened at the realization of why she was here and why he was here “Oh”

“Will You be at the game tonight?” 

You met her eyes, her face pleading with you to come, you shrugged your shoulders “I don't know” you quickly grabbed your bag tossing it over your shoulders “Ill uh, see you around”

“Y/n wait” Eddie stepped towards you grabbing your arm

His impenetrable brown eyes see right through yours “I'll see you later yeah?”

You nodded smiling at him “Yeah Eds I’ll meet you at our spot”

He nodded giving you his most famous smile, before you turned to exit the woods, you could vaguely hear the start of their conversation 

“You know her?” Chrissy's voice quiet 

You could see Eddie shrugging in your mind “Of course she's my neighbour”

You weren’t ready to go home and succumb to the quiet, claustrophobic, eeriness of your trailer quite yet. You weren't ready to go home and watch Billy die again and again. To watch Steve get beat to a pulp. To watch hurt wash over his face each time you pushed him away. 

To close your eyes and try to fall into what is supposed to be a peaceful bliss that is sleep, only to see your friends getting murdered over and over. 

You walked and walked till you knew if you started to head home now you’d get there just in time for Eddie to be home. 

You lost your friends, your family, your Steve. But Eddie became a circumpolar star in your galaxy. He was always there, always shining so bright despite everything, he was someone you tried to push away but he was so persistent you just let him be, deciding to give yourself one blissful moment each day, something you knew you didn’t deserve after Billy but how could you say no when he was always right there, and like literally right there his trailer was directly in front of yours. 

The friendship blossomed when he would find you almost every night on the picnic bench. A place you would sit from the moment you got home till the sky was glazed with constellations just to get a glimpse of Max, to make sure she got home safe.

 She never once looked your way to even acknowledge you, her head always elsewhere her ears covered in her headphones, she no doubt blamed you for Billy at least partially, if it wasn't for you trying to get through to him and succeeding he wouldn’t have broken through the grasp of the mind flayer and he wouldn’t have tried to save you all, he wouldn’t have sacrificed himself, he wouldn’t have died and if you didn't just lay there and watch you could have pushed him out of the way so it could have been you, it should have been you. 

But that's how Eddie always found you and he had such a kind heart, a soft spot for as he put it lost souls and he could tell that you weren't a lost soul but in his words, a “Crushed, shattered, broken one” and he wasn't wrong but he wasn't right because it didn't even feel like you had one.

 But like clockwork every single night since you moved to the park he would pull up in his van, and go inside for all of 10 minutes before he was sitting across from you with 2 perfectly rolled joints that you would share. You would barely get a word in most of the time but you never wanted to, listening to him ramble on about his band, to hear about Mike, Dustin and Lucas were enough for you it became your best distraction. 

But it was different in the last 2 weeks, something between the two of you shifted and not in a romantic way but in a protective way. Your nightmares had gotten more intense, they were so real. And one night instead of Billy it was Steve, your Steve and you were shaken awake from a shirtless Eddie beside you shaking your shoulders, his eyes circling with concern. And that wouldn’t be the last time he would have to do that either. It seemed to be a routine, you don't know what triggered your nightmares to be more intense than they ever were but it started to drain you, and you were starting to think of doing the unthinkable. 

You were so tired, you felt like your mind was coated in cement and each time it dried more was dumped on. You were drowning and the air was so thick it was hard to breathe. 

Your body was giving up on you and you were too. 

You were almost home, walking along the side of the road. You could hear cheering, car horns honking as a group of cars whizzed past you with jocks no doubt, chanting “Sinclair Sinclair” 

You smiled to yourself mumbling out loud “Good for you Lucas” 

Making your way up your creaky steps you got inside, sighing tossing your bag on the ground. Finding yourself twisting open the bottle of Vodka “Go tigers” you mumbled taking a swig and then another, placing the bottle down when you heard Eddie's van pull up. You walked to the door about to open it when you heard Eddie speaking to someone and a very familiar voice responded back

“No way” You laughed, shaking your head “Go, Eddie”

You bent down putting on your brand new Smiths record deciding to sit and wallow in your loneliness while your new best friend and your old best friend found something in each other. 

'Cause, tonight is just like any other night, That's why you're on your own tonight. With your triumphs and your charms, while they're in each other's arms

You plopped down on your creeky, itchy, dusty couch. No doubt in your mind it was worse than the one in the Wheeler's basement. Opening the box that was on your coffee table, in the centre a perfectly rolled joint in a baggy with sharpie written on it “For emergencies only - E” 

Opening the baggy you put it between your lips, digging around for a lighter when your hands grazed over a polaroid. You could feel your heart picking up in beats, blood flowing to your ears, you shakily picked it up and staring back at you were Robin's blue eyes hidden partially from her squinting from the flash still showing off her perfectly imperfect smile, her hand behind you giving you bunny ears. Your head thrown back laughing, your arm around her shoulder, you gazed lifted to Steve, your other arm wrapped around him. Steve’s arm was extended holding the camera out. You never noticed before but he wasn't even looking at the camera, Steve’s soft brown eyes were staring at you. 

You swallowed thickly, the joint still between your lips as you flipped to the next polaroid. This time it was just Steve and you, his arm was wrapped tightly around you as you hugged his torso. You smiled up at him as he gazed lovingly down at you, written below the picture in Steve’s writing said ‘My forever’ 

A tear rolled down your cheek as you dropped the pictures to the coffee table, grabbing the lighter. Finally lighting up your escape for an hour. You inhaled deeply before you heard a blood-curdling scream, you shot up, the joint falling from your lips, your coffee table getting shoved aggressively out of the way of the pictures falling on the ground, and you rushed to your door ripping it open just in time to see Eddie peeling it out of the trailer park, alone. 

Your hand was shaking as you pushed open your screen door, slowly walking down your steps to Eddie's trailer. 

You gulped, you knocked just in case before you pushed the door open, it wasn't latched. You knew he left in a hurry but you couldn’t shake this feeling, as chills ran up your body. The door squeaked open. 

Your hands went to your mouth, what you saw was something you’d never be able to fully comprehend or even describe. It was something you’ve never seen before and that was saying. You stood there frozen again. You didn't know what to do, what to think. You knew Eddie couldn’t have done this and as soon as your mind wandered to the possibilities of something else doing this you shuddered. 

Stumbling out of the trailer, your eyes did not leave Chrissy’s body till the wind slammed the door shut. 

You spun around so fast you almost fell over, you were trying to get as much air in as possible. Suddenly your clothes felt too tight and only minutes ago they were practically falling off. You could feel the wind picking up, your trailer door slamming open and shut with the wind, the swing set was creaking and there was ticking. 

You spun in circles not sure what needed to stop first, you felt overstimulated, you brought your hands to your ears squeezing them as tightly as possible trying to block it out. 

Ding, dong, ding, dong

Your eyes frantically looked around, trying to find where it was coming from but instead, your eyes met Max’s for the first time in over a year, her eyebrows were furrowed you could see her lips move. You were once again a deer in the headlights in front of Max

She was walking towards you “Y/n?”

Your lips parted to tell her to stop, to get back inside and that you were sorry but you froze when you heard a sinister voice whispering in your ear.

“y/n….”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #Steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[yandere-fics]

I love your writing and your characters! Could i please request 27 and 30 for the boss Sawyer?

(Thank you so much! hope this is to your liking.) The boss was a mystery to you. You were employed in the cafeteria area of the building and normally the food workers didn't reside in the employee dorms, only the agents who needed to rush out on a mission at a moments notice lived there, but the boss insisted you also stay in the dorms and well she freaked you out a bit so you relented. And since she'd taken a notice in you, only you delivered her lunches to her.

The other thing that bothered you about her was... well every other supernatural in the building had a mate, and you were halfway sure she had to be one considering how long she'd been alive. The problem was what type. Perhaps her type didn't even have mates or maybe she had at one point but they died. It would explain how scary she was sometimes.

Today the boss had ordered two meals, one was your favorite dish and the other was her favorite dish but you weren't stupid enough to believe the boss actually wanted to eat lunch with you. She was likely just entertaining a guest. But when you came into her office no one but her was there. "Ah Y/N sit down. You can start eating without me, I have a phone call to finish up." She barely looked up at you, her nose twitched a bit almost as if your scent confirmed it was you. She only glanced at you when you continued to stand still not fully processing she wanted to eat lunch with you.

"Y/N, I won't ask again. Sit. Down." Her voice was firm but she was still more focused on her work, albeit a bit agitated. "I'm sorry ma'am-"

"Sawyer." She said interrupting you.

"What?" "My name is Sawyer. Now explain to me why you have not sat down yet." She set her paperwork down and stared at you. "I'm sorry ma'am but this is inappropriate. I can not eat lunch with you nor can I continue to allow this special treatment you have been showing me. I will turn in my resignation if that is what you desire."

You sat her lunch and the lunch she'd requested for you on her desk and turned to leave. "I expect it in by eight pm tonight. Hopefully losing this job will correct the attitude you've taken with me." She went back to her paperwork staring at your back as you slammed the door. ~ You were shoving your clothing in a bag, you's come back for your furniture later but for now you just wanted to get out of there considering how angry your former boss was with you.

You were in the bathroom collecting your toothpaste when you heard your dorm room and you immediately ran for your phone on the charger cord, rushing to call for help with you saw the boss in your room blocking your escape route.

"I had hoped you'd learned your lesson and calmed down by now my beloved. I can see now that isn't the case. Set your phone down now and I promise the punishment will be lessened." She started walking towards you as you sloppily tried to start inputting the number of building security into your phone even though you were sure there was nothing they could do against the boss but you were desperate. "Get out of my room please, this is very inappropriate ma'am." The number ringed a bit before someone picked up on the other end. Sawyer chuckled at your attempts to flee, though her tone told you she was far from amused.

"My beloved, anything I chose to do to claim my mate is allowed by company guidelines. Put the phone down now darling before I start to get angry." The phone is static-y and it's difficult to understand what the employee on the line is saying.

"Put the phone down, NOW!" She gritted out causing you to drop the phone in fear. She chuckled before picking up the phone and ending the call. She slipped your phone into her pocket and turned back towards the door.

"Now I believe you didn't eat lunch so shall we go get dinner my beloved?" She offered you her arm which you pushed away angrily. She chuckled at your obstinacy and grabbed your hand almost painfully.

"Don't worry beloved. You'll learn to love me." She cooed at you.

#yandere demon? #yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere asks #my oc sawyer

[on-coming-dusk]

some silly little steddie

i'm just keep finding scenes in one of my notebooks today. next up is one from beginning of November 2022. Shall we have a look see????

*****

Steve hadn't meant to intrude, really. It was such a private moment and he was going to hate himself later for just barging into that hospital room. Eddie clung to his uncle, sobbing with his face buried in the man's chest. Steve back pedaled immediately, but not before he saw the way silent tears ran down Mr. Munson's face as he held his nephew like he would never let him go again. It makes Steve's chest ache as he drives back to his big empty house.

It hurts worse that night, worse than it has in a long time. The mean part of Steve's brain - the part he desperately tries to ignore - tells him how sad it is that even the town freak has more people looking after him than he does. He knows that isn't fair, especially because he really likes Eddie, and realized throughout this round of Upside Down shit that he hadn't been fair to Eddie in the past. Maybe it was karma from being a shitty person that left him sitting alone in this house, that was at least an easier pill to swallow than the alternative. He forces his mind away from it all, turns on whatever record Robin left on his turntable just to shut his brain up.

Steve gets through it, breathes through the tears as he has so many times before. He goes to the hospital for regular visits, spending what precious time with Max and Eddie he can until they are released. He's a little sad that Dustin is spending almost every free moment he has in Eddie's hospital room but hey, he gets it. At least if Dustin can see Eddie he knows he's safe. Steve remembers vividly that state the kid had been in when they were headed back to the trailer, clutching a bloodied Eddie, sobbing and screaming for help, screaming Steve's name. He never wants to see Dustin like that again.

It goes on like that for a while. Steve and Robin volunteer regularly until Family Video is able to reopen while the party goes to school. Eddie and Max recover while Mr. Munson signs every form imaginable the government places in front of him because Eddie broke down and told him everything. It takes Max longer to heal than the kids thought it might, her spunk and ferocity making it hard to believe that she needs all these weeks in the hospital. But Eddie is released before long, back to driving his teachers insane and determined to graduate.

Steve doesn't expect it, the heavy knock on the front door of his house. Robin knows to just let herself in. He blinks as he opens it, staring up at Eddie, curls groomed and looking more put together than Steve can ever recall seeing him before. "Hey Harrington. Henderson mentioned you have a real sweet piano in this big ass house. Think I could use it? I need to sound something out for Gareth and really don't want to spend all my free time at that God forsaken school."

That implies you're happy to spend time with me though his brain practically shouts and now Steve is fighting tears as he lets Eddie inside because he has someone who wants to visit besides Robs. Not that he's ever ungrateful for his time with Robin, this is just different and new and for some reason seeing Eddie Munson kicking off his new Reeboks in the foyer is exciting. "I didn't realize you play piano, Munson. Are you a man of many hats?"

"Nope. But we're planning something for Uncle Wayne and I need a piano for it. Now is as good a time as any to learn, y'know?"

*****

This is purely self indulgent and I love it. I was a band geek in school and...yeah. Stay tuned!!! I'm gonna post this to ao3!!

Ps, I know my tenses are all out of wack I speed ran writing this at work today 🫠 I promise it will be better in the final draft!

#this is a preview #i have made the choice to upload the full thing to AO3 #i'll post the link once i post #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #wayne munson #stranger things fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #my writing #i said it before and i'll say it again #this is purely self indulgent

[kitkatwinchester]

WHAT!! AN!!! ENDING!!!!

LET'S!!!

F*CKING!!!

GO!!!!!

THAT is what I'm TALKING ABOUT!!!

THAT is the McCall Pack we know and love!!!

THAT is the UNBEATABLE TRUE ALPHA THAT IS SCOTT MCCALL!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

SCOTT IS FREE!!!

DEREK IS ALIVE!!!

PETER GOT HIS COMEUPPANCE!!!

EVERYONE IS OKAY!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I took a while to react, so order of events, shall we??

I mean, it means you're gonna get the really long babble about Scott and the McCall Pack first, but I DON'T CARE, because it was AMAZING!! <3

The WAY they BROUGHT SCOTT BACK!!

Look.

When Kira and Stiles first ran in, I was convinced that they were gonna try to hit that romantic cliche and have Kira be the one that brings him back, especially after Stiles tried and Scott immediately hit him down (which, ow, my heart).

But then, they went with platonic/familial again, and in the BEST WAY, because it was F*CKING LIAM!! (Because, don't get me wrong, I LOVED Stiles saving Scott in 3x6, and you know I always love me some Sciles, but doing that again would've been a little cliche, so to change it up like that was PERFECT! <3)

And with that AMAZING PARALLEL with that AMAZING LINE!!

"You're not a monster. You're a werewolf, like me."

And it F*CKING WORKED, because OF COURSE IT F*CKING DID!!

Because that's his BETA. His LITTLE BROTHER. His CHILD. And he is reciting back to him the exact same thing that Scott said to him all those episodes ago.

And it GETS THROUGH TO HIM!!!

Like, I don't think you understand how much I LOVE THAT!! There are sooooo few shows and movies out there that truly understand how important platonic relationships can be, and Teen Wolf freaking NAILS IT!!

And BECAUSE OF THAT, Scott gets out, and he immediately pegs Peter, because he just KNOWS.

And the way that Malia backs up, because if there's anything the McCall pack has taught her, it's loyalty, and THAT is a betrayal.

And everyone in the pack tries to come to his defense, to get at Peter before Peter can get at Scott (especially Kira <3), but he tells them all to back off, because this fight is between him and Peter, and they both know it.

And then the FIGHT SEQUENCE. Scott trying so desperately to pull his punches, but trying so hard to stay alive, all while Peter is telling him that if he wants to win, he's gonna have to kill him.

But he DOESN'T, because killing him would be EXACTLY what Peter has been asking for and trying to prove, and that's not who Scott is.

And he's trying, and he's losing, and then it's F*CKING LIAM AGAIN!! Liam, stepping forward because his Alpha/Big Brother/Dad is in trouble, and Peter just RIPPING ONE at him to keep him at bay.

And the way that Scott and Liam LOOK AT EACH OTHER (there are so many meaningful glances in this episode I cannot <3 <3)!!! The way Liam looks so scared, but also so clearly angry and protective, and Scott sees that, and he gets back up, with a new strategy and new determination, because this isn't just about protecting himself--it's about protecting his pack.

It's about being an Alpha.

And then he's on the defense, and he's using his wits and strategizing until he can get the upper hand, and his pack is watching him in awe and pride, because THIS IS THE SCOTT MCCALL THAT EARNED HIS TRUE ALPHA STATUS!!!

And he WINS!!

Because he's SCOTT F*CKING MCCALL!!!

And then we get that LINE!!!

"You were never an Alpha, Peter. But you were always a monster."

And then that SHOT.

The lighting, the framing, the almost holiness--

You wanna know what's so special about Scott, Kate?

F*cking THAT!!

THAT RIGHT THERE is why Scott McCall is the best, and why no one can defeat the McCall Pack.

F*cking try us.

And then there's DEREK!

Derek, who we all thought was gonna die, who somehow...evolved?? And can turn into a FULL BLOWN WOLF now. JUST LIKE HIS MOM!!

Oh man, I can't WAIT to hear more about that, because that is so cool, and Derek's whole arc this season has had so many interesting moments, and I can't wait to see where they take that next.

And then there's PETER!

Peter, who finally gets the justice he f*cking deserves.

Not death.

Not Alpha status.

No.

F*cking prison.

F*cking EICHEN HOUSE.

With what we have now established as the worst person you would ever want to interact with in Eichen House for a cellmate.

He's not dead.

But he's gonna wish he were.

And THAT'S exactly how I like it.

F*ck you, Peter.

You f*cking deserve it.

And they did SUCH a good job of wrapping up all of the elements of Season 4 while still setting up for Season 5, and we got alllll these small little character moments and meaningful glances, and I am just HERE FOR IT!! <3 <3 <3

The Chris and Kate conversation about Allison, and what truly caused her death, and the fact that he still couldn't kill her, because it's still his sister, but he knows deep down, just like he said, that there's no more saving her.

The Chris and Scott conversation, where we find out Chris agreed to find and hunt down Kate with the Calaveras if it meant they would leave the pack alone, because he loves those kids, and he doesn't want anything to happen to them.

The little side hug and affectionate look between Scott and Kira, now that they're both finally safe and together again.

The meaningful look between Scott and Stiles, saying so much about how worried they both were, and how they know it's not the end of their struggles, but they're glad they're both okay and still here for each other, because that's what they do.

The way that Scott and Derek looked at each other in that silent conversation (also quick aside, LOVED Braeden's concern for Derek and excitement when he was alive), and with that little nod, acknowledged that they'll always have each other's backs, and they're both okay, and alive, and HERE, and they're grateful for it.

The hug between Stiles and Noah when Stiles and Malia finally make it back safely. The way Malia gets brought into the hug, even in all of her awkwardness. The fact that, as happy as Noah was to see both of them alive, he got the ultimate payback in the only way a Stilinski can by handcuffing his son to the desk. "Bring me back a slice?" XD

The fact that Kira GOT HER FIRST TAIL, and she got it from the obsidian that ultimately saved her life, and she's getting better and stronger and even more amazing by the second.

The reactions from absolutely everyone as Liam desperately tried to explain to Coach why they missed practice, with Coach not believing a single word they were saying, and Scott and Stiles dropping their heads down at the same time (I know where that gif is from now!!) because they wouldn't believe it either, but frankly, they don't have anything better.

The SMILES that Scott and Liam give each other (bonus points for Stiles's ever-present annoyance XD) when Coach tells them to make sure they look out for each other and have each other's backs, because YOU KNOW THEY DO!! ALWAYS AND FOREVER!!

And then last, but certainly not least, the fact that Lydia gave Parrish the Bestiary, and is gonna do everything she can to help him figure out what he is and what he can do.

Look. I said it before, but I am going to reiterate it.

With the writing, the storytelling, the acting, the cinematography, and just the general amazingness of that season, it is a VERY close second, and if it had just a FEW more Sciles moments that were higher on my "Best Sciles Moments” list, it would've won out as the favorite season, because holy sh*t was it AMAZING!

As terrified as I am for Season 5, because I KNOW the pack gets split up, and I DON'T WANT THAT GOSH DARNAT, I am also VERY excited to see all those little character moments and storylines and writing and acting and beautifulness develop even further--even if I have to get through a LOT of whump and angst to get there.

What a season.

What a ride.

Season 5, here we come (but...after I get some sleep lol).

As many gifs as I can fit, because there was soooo much beauty there and I want to express ALL OF IT!! <3 <3 <3 <3

(GOD I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH!!! THAT SEASON WAS SERIOUSLY SOOOO AMAZING, AND SOOOO WORTH THE THREE HOURS OF SLEEP I'M GONNA GET. XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

P.S. This is a super random aside, but can we just appreciate that neither Scott nor Liam has seen Star Wars?? Oh boys. I love you both so much. 😂❤️

#scott mccall #liam dunbar #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #derek hale #kira yukimura #malia hale #noah stilinski #chris argent #jordan parrish #bobby finstock #true alpha scott mccall #scott and liam #alpha and beta #sciles #draeden #scott and derek #scira #stiles and noah #father and son #stalia #platonic love #familial love #MCCALL PACK FOREVER #oh also #i GUESS #peter hale #kate argent #this is gonna be too many tags so i'm just gonna stop there by saying what a f*cking season dude #teen wolf reactions

[shadowqueen402]

Canine Cat-astrophe: Chapter 2

The smoke cleared to reveal two animals in Balan's and Lance's places. One was a fluffy dog that sported white and teal fur. It was, however, wearing an oh-so-familiar top hat on its head.

The other animal was a small cat that lay in a loaf position. The top half of its face was purple while the rest of its body was white. On its head and back were small, but familiar black tentacles. The same pointy elf-like ears that Lance had were on the feline.

Emma and Leo gazed at the two animals before they put two and two together and gasped. "Balan!? Lance!?" Emma cried. "But…how did this happen!?"

"The ingredient that I thought was salt must have done this," Leo guessed. "If only I had read the label, maybe this wouldn't have happened… I'm so sorry, Balan and Lance."

Balan just panted as he looked up at Leo before he decided to knock Leo down and attack him…with puppy kisses. "Gah!" The blonde-haired boy was surprised at Balan's response. Meanwhile, Emma just giggled before she felt something softly bat her leg. She looked down and saw Lance batting her leg while purring up a storm.

"Aww, hello." Emma smiled and gently pet Lance's back, earning more purrs from the elf-kitty. "You look so cute as a kitty. Though, you'll have to be turned back to your original self."

"Leo? Emma?" Mei's voice called out. "Have you guys seen Balan and Lance? Kaylo and the others haven't heard from them in a while. Are they okay?" She entered the dining room and stopped when she saw the dog and the cat. "Uh, where did those animals come from?"

"Don't freak out but, these animals are Balan and Lance." Emma sweatdropped, feeling Lance headbutt her cheek gently. His whiskers ticked Emma's skin, making her almost giggle. "They were turned into a dog and a cat."

"H-Huh!?" Mei was shook upon hearing the news. Balan and Lance were transformed into animals!? How did this happen!? Since they were in Wonderworld, odds are, something magic-related happened to them. But what? "This isn't good, especially since…Aria's highly allergic to dogs…"

"What do we do, Mei?" Leo asked. He still felt Balan's tongue brush up against him.

"Let's talk to the others first." Mei motioned for Leo and Emma to follow.

(At the Isle of Tims)

Kaylo, Aria, Rebecca, Trisha Jane, and the twelve Inhabitants gazed in shock at the dog and the cat that followed Leo and Emma to the place. Aria, however, couldn't stay shocked for long as her eyes began to water, her vision getting blurry.

"Oh no… My allergies are acting up…" Aria groaned, feeling the urge to sneeze. "H-Has anyone seen my purse? My allergy medicine is in there…"

"I didn't know that you were allergic to dogs," Iben said, handing Aria her purse.

"Highly allergic." Aria took some of the allergy medicine with water. "If a dog sheds fur, I have a sneezing fit. But if I'm unfortunate enough to get licked by one, that's when I get hives…"

Iben flinched, already imagining how painful it sounded.

"So how did Balan and Lance get turned into a dog and a cat?" Cal asked, tapping a finger to his chin.

"I accidentally added an ingredient inside the soup that Emma and I made for them," Leo confessed. "It looked exactly like salt, but after they took a bite out of it, I soon realized that it wasn't salt."

"Is the ingredient still in the kitchen?" Sana asked. She gently scratched Balan's ear, earning happy pants from him.

"It should be." Leo nodded. "I only remember putting it back on the shelf after I used it. I didn't take it with me. It was in a glass jar with a red lid."

"We have to find a way to bring Balan and Lance back to normal," Attilio said. "But we also have to make sure that they're watched so that way they won't wander off."

"I have an idea," Jose said. "We'll have to split into three groups. One group shall head to the library so we can look through the books and see what that ingredient was that they consumed. Another group will take care of Lance and the third group will take care of Balan."

"I love kitties!" Cass said. "So I'll watch Lance. And besides, I've been taking good care of Daisy. So I know what I'm doing."

"I'll stick with Cass in watching Lance," Aria said. "If I'm around Balan for too long, my allergies will act up again. I'm not allergic to cats, fortunately. Also, I'm a cat person too."

"Sana, want to watch Balan with me?" Eis asked.

"I'm in!" Sana said.

"So are we!" Kaylo and Trisha Jane said in unison.

Soon, the three groups were formed. Balan's group consisted of Jose, Fiona, Sana, Eis, Kaylo, Trisha Jane, and Leo.

Lance's group consisted of Emma, Yuri, Cass, Iben, Aria, Rebecca, and Bruce.

All the last group that would try to search for a way to bring Balan and Lance back to normal consisted of Mei, Haoyu, Cal, Attilio, and Lucy.

"Alright, darlings!" Lucy cried. "Let's get to work!"

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #ocs #balan #lance #leo craig #emma cole #inhabitants

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fic: The Wolf III [05/21]

Summary: Months after their return to New Orleans, Klaus and Caroline try to settle into a semblance of normalcy, while Elijah struggles to forgive his brother's sins. But a mysterious prophecy that foretells the downfall of the Mikaelson family brings them all together in a war that will reopen ancient wounds and see each of the siblings doomed: one by friend, one by foe and one by family.

[It's The Originals Season 3, but Caroline had Klaus' baby, now she's a vampire and they are back in New Orleans after a stint in Mystic Falls. It's mostly about Klaroline, obviously.]

----- S03E05 Beautiful Mistake

"Roses are red. Lavender is blue. Come find me, before I find you," he reads, comprehension dawning in him with a cold shudder. "I suppose we should've been expecting her," he says drily. "She's never far behind wherever Tristan is."

"I remember her being a better poet," his brother grumbles with scorn.

"Well, I wouldn't say this is lacking in poetry." Neither Freya nor Caroline are home, which indicates the compound was being watched for an opportunity away from their attention, probably Elijah's as well. This was meant for Niklaus and Niklaus only. How fitting.

"She wants us to go find her. So let's," Klaus decides, dropping the letter where he found it and starting for the door.

"You're so eager, Niklaus."

He halts, turns back. "What are you implying?"

"Last time you even said her name was a thousand years ago, when you told me never to speak it again in your presence."

"So I'm to wait for her to leave more of her little calling cards all over my home?"

"I'm merely wondering... If there isn't something - someone - you should speak to first."

Klaus presses his lips to a fine line. "Leave Caroline out of this."

"She's already a part of this. This is her home," he says, motioning towards the lovely artistic composition in their courtyard. "This is a significant part of your past coming back to haunt you, much more so than Lucien, leaving dreadfully romantic calling cards all over the home you share with her. You can't keep her in the dark."

"There is no need to make fanfare out of this because Aurora will be gone from this city so fast there won't be enough time for introductions. Just as I wish Lucien and Tristan to stay away from my family, the same is true for her. I don't want any of them near Caroline, so she shall remain out of these entanglements."

Elijah sighs. "If you say so."

"Yes, I say so," he declares with finality. "But since you're so concerned, get rid of all this before she comes home, why don't you? Dreadful romanticism aside, I doubt she'll appreciate the mess. Flaunting dead bodies in front of Eve gets her in a right mood." Read the full chapter on AO3

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I am so sorry for the unplanned long delay! Hope this giant-ass update (two episodes from the show combined) can make up for the long wait. ✨ As this is Aurora's long-awaited introduction to the story, I really hope you guys enjoy it. 😬 Took me forever writing and rewriting this chapter.

This writer is NERVOUS. So please, be kind! 🙏

As always, big thank you to @definedareasofuncertainty who had to put up with me freaking out about this and kindly went over both parts at the speed of light. ❤️

Your comments, reblogs, kudos and messages mean the world to me and also feed my volatile muse. ✨

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kc fic #klarolinefic #kcfic #klaus x caroline #klaroline shippers club #the originals rewriting #yokan writes #i have no idea what i'm doing with these posts each one is different than the last just ignore #i follow my heart #me right now 😬😬 #hope you guys enjoy it

[insidezeemind]

Passionate Dancing Night- goes wrong

Summary: The day has finally come in which Langa has to skate against Adam. Though Adam found an interest in the boy and was basically drooling all over him, he doesn't spare Langa from his tricks and stunts. In the end, no one comes out of the mine unaffected.

OR

Langa gets seriously injured trying to avoid Adams tricks and ends up in the hospital. While Reki frets over Langa and their friendship.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode Five, Blood and Injury, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Happy Ending, No Spoilers.

Words: 3484

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Sirens blare around them, the lights blink from red to green, and the crowd cheers, but both skaters stay still, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Hey, look at that!” Someone calls from the crowd.

Glancing to the side, Adam notices that Langa is still in place. “Sorry I was late, Snowball.” He clutches the board between his fingers. “Anywho, shall we begin.”

As the lights turn green once again, the horn blows above them, signaling the beginning of the race. Both contestants are on the move, skating downhill towards the finish line, each one with a purpose in mind.

Langa wants to avoid the Love Hug as much as possible and win against Adam.

Adam wants to have fun and come closer to Langa to perform his tricks on him.

"Long-distance love is so hard to maintain." Adam comments, seeing as the other blue-haired boy is slowly skating away from him.

Langa replays last night's event, where Cherry demonstrated Love Hug revealing the secret behind its performance. "Love hug is not infallible, Adam needs a straightaway in order for it to work." So as he reaches a corner, Langa speeds up, outrunning Adam.

Rather than feeling threatened by Langa’s sudden gain, Adam gets thrilled and starts bouncing on his board wildly. Coming up behind his opponent, he seizes Langa's waist with his left hand and grasps his wrist with the other, then hooks their skateboards together. 

"Salutations Little Langa, may I have this dance?" Adam declares, swiveling left and right with Langa in his arms, shifting him from one pose to another.

Upon approaching the next turn, Adam intertwines Langa's fingers with his own, lifts him in the air, and spins in circles.

Seeing that they'd crash into the wall if they don't stop, Langa brings his feet back down and tries with all his might to free himself, but Adam's insistent hold on him doesn't budge.

After all the struggling, the two boards break free from each other, both still spinning. Before Langa can even catch his momentum and balance himself up-right, he crashes.

His head slams harshly against the wall behind him as rough rocks dig into his back, sending sparks of pain throughout his body. Langa grits his teeth in pain and slowly opens his eyes to see Adam's smirk in front of him.

"Oh, Snowball... I hope you're not giving up yet," he chuckles, sliding his index finger along Langa's throat up to his chin. "I'd love to have some more fun with you," Adam whispers against Langa's lips. "Don't make me wait."

Once Adam skates away from him, Langa crumbles to his knees. Bringing his hand to the back of his head, he notices the wound already swelling with some blood seeping from it.

Staring down at the blood covering his fingers, he chuckles, remembering the time where his finger bled, and he freaked out. 

The time where Reki, despite laughing at him, bandaged his cut.

Reki...

Reki is watching him right now. 

Reki, who he promised he wouldn't be reckless.

Reki, who taught him how to skate and be the person he is.

Reki, that wanted to defeat Adam, but couldn't, so he is doing it instead of him.

Reki, that's going to be disappointed in him if he didn't get up and finish this race right now.

Langa wipes the blood away with his shirt and stands up, then quickly regrets it, as the sudden movement made him dizzy, almost bringing him back to his knees.

He gives himself a few moments, taking deep breaths in, and slowly straightens up once again. Spotting his skateboard a few feet away, he grabs it and continues the race.

He probably shouldn't be skating right now, especially after that hit, but he can't- doesn't want to stop. 

Langa accepted the beef in the first place only to have fun and test his limits. But after witnessing what Adam did to Reki, he wants to put Adam in his place, show him the true way of skating.

And now competing against Adam and seeing how he truly is on the skating ground, he just wants to prove what the others couldn't. He wants to win. Not only for himself but for Reki too. So with renewed eagerness, he speeds up and chases after Adam.

Turns out that Adam didn't go far, for Langa had reached him pretty quickly.

"Ah... Welcome back, Little Langa," Adam sighs out. "I've been waiting for you."

Langa doesn't pay him any mind, he's only focusing on maintaining a good distance between them and then passing Adam on the next corner.

But Adam thinks otherwise and decides to perform the Love Hug. Pushing down the tail of his board, he turns around and advances towards Langa.

Just as Adam opened his arms, Langa forcefully stepped on the nose of his board, then jumped over Adam, dodging his move.

While he managed to avoid the Love Hug, he couldn't avoid the harsh landing.

That jump turned his vision upside down, causing his head to throb painfully, bringing along with it a wave of dizziness that washes all over his body.

As he was landing, the skateboard slipped from beneath his feet, twisting his ankle in an odd way, making him trip and smack face-first onto the ground. 

Langa's disoriented. He can barely focus his vision or even hear the footsteps coming up behind him. The only thing indicating that he isn't unconscious is the ache traveling through his head and the hand that's gripping his hair horribly tight.

"Pitiful.. but oh so magnificent." Adam shamefully chuckles, crouching in front of Langa. "Nobody was able to easily evade my Love Hug. But you, Langa, are something else entirely."

Langa groans out his discomfort when Adam hauls him up to his feet and wipes away the drops of blood from his brow, smearing it across his own cheek.

"The race isn't finished yet. I know you still have something in you. I want it. I want all of you ." Adam hums cruelly, running his gloved fingers through blue locks, pushing Langa's board back towards him.

Langa watches Adam slowly skate away. Once he's out of sight, Langa once more wipes the blood away with the hem of his shirt, contemplating whether he should continue or just give up.

Looking down at his skateboard- that Reki made- he's overcome with that weird feeling all over again. The need to prove himself to Reki. To show that everything he learned from him won't go to waste.

Taking a deep breath in, he releases it with the anxiety consuming his body, then goes after Adam.

Unlike before, Adam was way ahead of him this time. By the time Langa was able to reach him, Adam was already waiting in front of the abandoned factory.

Langa takes this as an opportunity to beat Adam in his own game and win against him. Crouching down, he speeds up towards the building, passing Adam on the way.

Entering the factory, Langa searches for the quickest route to the finish line. Glancing around he notices a slide to the right of the stairs, deeming it a good enough route, he takes it.

Skating down the slide, Langa realizes too late that this path is a bad idea. He's going too fast, and there's barely enough time for him to stop.

Halfway down, Langa stomps on the tail of his board, trying to hinder his speed and minimize the accident that he'll no doubt experience again.

Langa only succeeds in swerving his board sideways, prompting him to sway his body the other direction, bringing all his weight down to the ground with him.

The impact awakens a burn in Langa's shoulders, flames erupting into the blood that thumps wildly in his veins in rhythm with his beating heart.

Cracking his eyes open, the sting of the blinding lights assault his sight, so he clenches them back shut.

Everything is white around him. The stars that dance frantically in his vision. The noise in his ears that’s silent yet loud all the same. His body that aches from all the injuries he has. And the pain that’s rapidly seeping into him after all the adrenaline had left.

Langa just needs to let go of all of this to ease himself from the agony. And he can, but he doesn't want to. He wants to know who won the race, wants to know if he failed Reki or not. He certainly hopes not.

“-anga, Langa!”

A call of his name brings him out of his daze. Squinting his eyes open, he notices a figure obscuring the lights above him. Blinking a few times to clear the blurriness, he sees Reki looking down at him with... sadness?

Why is he sad? Did Langa not win? Is that why Reki's sad? 

'Yeah, that's probably it,' Langa reasons with himself. 

He didn't win. 

Langa failed Reki and managed to make him sad too. 

There's no use for him to stay awake anymore; he learned what he wanted to know. He can rest now. Closing his eyes back again, he submits to his body's needs and welcomes darkness with open arms.

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Staring at the screen in front of him, Reki doesn’t know what to feel. Concern, Fear, Anger, Betrayal.

What is happening?

When did Langa ever skate like that?

What is going on in his head right now?

Was this Adam’s goal? Hurt Langa like this?

Why is Langa still skating even when he's hurt?

Doesn’t he remember their promise?

Why did Reki even rope Langa into this from the beginning??

All these questions hurt his head, and scrambling to search for the answers hurts even more, so he decides to be better about this.

“I’m going to the factory,” Reki announces after seeing Langa fall the second time and heads towards the pink car. 

Reki told Langa to quit, told him to forget about this race and just leave Adam alone, but Langa is just as stubborn as he is. 

This stubbornness showed Reki how ruthless Adam is. It took him to the hospital and brought him back with a sling and a bandaged head. It'll probably do the same for Langa- maybe worse- if he doesn't stop clinging onto it so bad.

And Langa did see what happened to Reki, but that didn't deter him at all, in fact, he insisted on skating against Adam even more.

Reki knows he can't stop Langa. So the least he can do is be there for him once the race is finished.

As Shadow parks his car, Reki notices Adam leaning against his longboard outside the building, between his fingers a cigarette brought to lips puffing out smoke. He seems oddly relaxed. As if he's one of the audience.

What is he plotting right now?

Just as Reki descended the stairs and was among the crowd, loud exclaims of Langa's arrival were announced. And yeah, there he is, a disheveled-looking Langa advancing dangerously fast.

Looking towards Adam then back at Langa, Reki realizes that Langa might actually win. Only if Adam kept up whatever act he has going on. But the speed that Langa gained is unnecessary, it's only going to deter more than aid him.

Before Reki can continue his rambling thoughts, a loud bang alongside a troubled yelp is heard above the crowds cheering. His feet are moving before he even registered what happened. 

Langa is curled on the ground clutching his shoulder with a white-knuckled grip. His face morphed into a pained grimace, which look even worse with the blood coating it.

Seeing him in this state, Reki pushes all thoughts aside and kneels beside Langa hauling his shoulders onto his lap. With his free hand, Reki brushes the hair obscuring Langa's face and calls out for him to wake up.

"Langa! Hey, Langa, wake up. C'mon Langa, Langa!"

Langa's fluttering eyelids break Reki's string of pleas. Completely shutting him up with just those dull, teary, blue eyes.

It cracks his heart to pieces.

Reki's always known Langa as an ambitious person. A snowboarder- for almost 15 years- turned skater in a few months. A teenager searching for jobs to earn his own money. A student that’s keen on learning new stuff every day. And an amazing friend- no, scratch that- an amazing best friend, who's always happy to skate with him.

Reki is really glad that he met Langa and became his very first friend here in Okinawa. And is very glad for the friendship they have, that he really plans on not losing any time soon.

Sitting in the car with Langa's head in his lap, Reki only wishes that this incident won't affect their friendship horribly.

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Langa wakes up with a start, confused at first, then immediately realizes that his alarm didn’t ring. Before he can even panic about being late to class, Langa notes that the ceiling he’s staring at isn’t his room's.

Langa regards the room he's in, and yes, this isn't his bedroom at all, this looks more like a hospital room. The curled-up figure of his mother in a chair beside his bed confirms his musings.

Why is she here? Why is he even here in the first place? What happened?

In search of the answers to his questions, he wakes his mother. His voice barely comes out, but at least it served its purpose, as his mother startles awake just like he did.

"Langa.." The young woman whispers, cradling her son's face between her palms. "Oh, sweetie, how are you feeling?"

He doesn't feel anything- no wait, he is feeling something, but it's just... normal, nothing new.

He opens his mouth to reassure his mother, but what comes out is a hoarse whisper that sounded more like a request for some water, which she quickly scrambles to provide.

After sitting himself up and gulping down the cup of water, he asks the question that has been bothering him ever since he woke up.

"Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?" She asks, with surprise written all over her face.

Frowning, he shakes his head in answer. Was it that serious that he should remember it?

"Your skater friends called me last night telling me that you got hurt while skating," she explains, "that's all they told me though. I didn't actually let them explain, I was so worried about you that I just shooed them all back to their homes, but this one red-head boy- named Reki I think- insisted on stayin-"

Langa tunes out his mother's rambling once she mentions his friend's name. That's right, he was skating last night.

Then one by one, all last night's events come back. His race with Adam, the many times he got himself hurt, him falling down at the finish line, Reki's sad expression, and him losing the race. All of them rush into his brain, bringing with them a lot of questions, but he only focuses on the one he wants the answer to the most.

"Where's Reki?" 

“I just told y-” his mother begins, but then gets cut off by a knock to the door. “Come in.”

A young man in blue scrubs steps inside. “Sorry to interrupt, but I heard some talking so assumed that you’re awake, and turns out you are.” The nurse comments, a small smile gracing his face. “We’d like to talk to your son and do a few more check-ups on him if that’s okay?” He directs the question to Langa’s mother.

“Of course.” She agrees, then whispers to her son, “I’ll be waiting outside, just call if you need me.”

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“Bye, mom!” Reki shouts, running out of the house, completely bypassing the path that takes him to school and taking another route.

First things first, check on Langa, then based on his conditions, Reki decides if he should go to school or not.

Jogging down the hospital's hallways, Reki chants Langa's room number in his head repeatedly, only stopping once the said room comes into view. Staring down the door, Reki's mind comes to an abrupt halt. What now? 

Langa might not be awake right now, and even if he is, he won’t be coherent enough, right? With all the injuries he has there’s no way he’d be as good as Reki was once he came out of the hospital. He should at least have a concussion, not that Reki wishes for him to have one, but with the number of hits he got, it’s not far from the truth. 

“Good morning, young man.” A sweet voice cuts him abruptly from his internal monologue, looking up, Reki's eyes immediately meet with Mrs. Hasegawa's ones.

"Why are you still standing there? Come in!" She invites him inside, then heads out, closing the door behind her leaving them some privacy.

Langa is propped up against the pillows behind him with an empty tray balanced on his lap, quietly sipping from a bottle of juice. Despite the bandages he's wrapped from head-to-toe in, he seems relaxed, happy even. Happy for what, Reki's not sure, but he suspects it's the bento boxes; and who can blame him, hospital food isn't always good or filling.

A bright smile graces Langa's face upon seeing Reki, and just the sight of him makes something tug painfully at his heart. Reki can never forgive himself for letting this happen to Langa. No matter what it takes, Reki won't let Langa go through something like this again.

"It's good to see you awake, Langa. How are you feeling?" Reki asks, sitting in the bedside chair.

"I'm okay," Langa admits, curling the fingers of his injured hand into a fist then releasing them. "It's nothing that can't be fixed." 

“I’m glad. Here I brought you some bento, figured you needed something to keep you sated,” Reki chuckled, passing one of the bento boxes to Langa, with a little ‘thanks’ Langa accepts the box and places it on the bed beside him.

“I’m sorry,” Langa whispers, and his voice alone brews guilt deep within Reki more than the statement itself. Why is he sorry?

“Why?”

“I lost last night..” 

Reki really shouldn’t laugh, but seriously, out of all things, Langa is sorry because he thought he didn’t win. Reki should assure him that he did win and that Adam actually quit.

So that’s what he does. 

“Oh okay, that’s good, but I- uh... I actually meant our friendship,” Langa admits.

The admission renders Reki speechless that he desperately wishes Langa’s mom was here to diffuse the tension. Hearing Langa talk about their friendship isn’t anything new, but him admitting those few words is a whole another thing.

Langa believes that Reki doesn’t want to be his friend anymore, so of course, something's bothering him, and Reki doesn’t want that, he wants to erase Langa’s doubt about their friendship.

“Why do you think our friendship is lost?”

“I saw your expression just before blacking out, and it was sad,” Langa shrugs in response, wincing once the action brings him pain. “I failed you, I promised I wouldn’t be reckless. I promised I’d win- which turns out I did, but the moment I saw your face, I thought I lost...” With each word Langa spells out, his voice gets lower and lower until it’s just a whisper. “I broke our promise, Reki.”

“You know, that’s not what concerns me most. I know you broke it, but I also know that it wasn’t on purpose, don’t beat yourself over it. I forgive you.” Reki assures, grabbing Langa’s uninjured hand and intertwining their fingers together.

It feels a lot more intimate than it should be, but Reki doesn’t care neither does Langa. At this point, both of them need some kind of contact to keep themselves in check.

“Langa, I don’t want to lose another friend because of a skating accident. If you ever decide to leave skating, I won’t blame or stop you, but I’ll try everything to keep our friendship. Overall, I still want to be your friend Langa, your best friend even.” 

Reki takes a deep breath and risks looking up at Langa, rather than being embarrassed about it he beams, because the expression Langa’s wearing is the best one yet since Reki entered this room.

Langa’s grin is wide that the corners of his eyes wrinkle with it, and the gleam in them sparks something in Reki’s heart. It’s good to see a smile back on Langa’s face, and he can’t help but smile back.

“I want that too, I always want us to be best friends. And about skating, it’s what brought us together, so no, I’m not leaving it. Besides, I did promise that no injury will make me wanna quit, right?”

Langa’s smile stretches even more, bringing up his palm for Reki to do their own handshake. Reki reciprocates and asks.

“Best friends?”

“Best friends.”

#skate the infinity #hasegawa langa #kyan reki #sk8 fanfic #sk∞ #sk8 adam

[thatoneguy031]

[OOC: This is another long boi post. Let's do this, shall we?]

[After Cherry snagged Suicune from outside Opelucid, the pair had made their way back to the location of the party. As they walked (And flew) to the door of the bathroom, they heard a faint noise, but they could barely make out that it was... crying?

Cherry rushed to the door, and began violently shaking the knob, much to Suicune and several humans' chagrin. Even further distressing them, she used Dragon Rush to ram the door open after realizing that just opening it wouldn't work. When she saw who was there, both she and Suicune were stunned.

In the bathroom laid Guy, who was too shocked from Cherry's abrupt entrance to continue crying, at least for the time being. His costume was a wreck. While it wasn't torn, the wrinkles and folds now in the suit said that that wasn't from a lack of trying, and it appeared that Guy had thrown the mask into the bathtub as well.

Guy's fur was a much darker blue than it had been up to that point, and his Miltank-lick that was once Dewott colored was nearly pitch-black. While he had left his helm outside in some bushes, his seamitars and the midsection of his tail were also a dark-blue, with the former containing that same stripe as before.]

...

..."Full... Cowling?"

[Guy tried as hard as Arceus would allow him to fake a smile, but Cherry and Suicune weren't buying it.

Cherry grabbed Guy's hand, practically yanking him upright.]

TELL US.

!???

You know exactly what I'm talking about! Cooper told us everything!...

...What the FUCK, Guy!? Why didn't you tell us anything?!

[Guy was stunned. For the first time since they'd met, Cherry had actually used his real name. She was serious.]

...

If you really wanted to avoid this place, you could've just told me! I wouldn't have been upset!

As a matter of fact, you've never told us jack shit about ANYTHING. What is your problem-

I'M MY PROBLEM, OKAY?!

...

[Guy began screaming at both her and Suicune.]

My life has been a living HELL since I evolved! I was borderline paralyzed for nearly a month because I didn't know HOW to move as a Samurott, I run into YOU a while after that. And because I'm a stupid loser desperate for friends, I did EVERYTHING in my power to make sure you stayed at my side, just short of flat-out STALKING YOU! But because I wasn't upfront about it, you just disappear for basically half a year! After that, I met YOU, Mx. Suicune, but before that, I basically had a heart attack because I can't stand humans!

And why is that?

I can't remember! As far as I'm aware, I'm just a coward that can't stand being around people! Whatever the reason, I will bet my BOTTOM POKEDOLLAR that it's something as brain-dead, pants-on-head moronic as the rest of me!

And the one person I COULD go to regardless of how badly crap hit the fan, THEY died! YEARS AGO, and I'm STILL not over it! For the longest time, it was just me and Shayla, and after they got involved in their own BS, it was just me!

And I was so desperate to make friends, I forgot to keep up with my training! I'm damn-near USELESS on this mess of a team!

Admit it, you two HATE me! It's fine, I'm used to it. Just say it so we can get this over with!

[Cherry and Suicune remained speechless.]

Then the stupid, I don't even know what- Stupid 'aura' thing that's happening! Like I needed literally ANYTHING ELSE I needed to worry about!

Then I turned to a burden you LITERALLY had to carry on your backs for two days because I'm so freaking USELESS, I can't even stand on my own four clumsy feet without help!

THEN THIS ARC-FORBIDDEN PARTY HAPPENED.

Literally, day TWO, I have another heart attack-whatever, and I hide in here for nearly a full DAY, and force YOU dudes to look for me, instead of not being a damned coward and coming out myself, because I was scared of what you two were gonna say to me!

I AM SICK of being seen as a liability!...

...So I think it'd be be better for all of us... if you didn't see me at all.

[Guy's breathing became very shaky and winded, which slowly turned into sobbing, and he turned around so that he wasn't facing them anymore.]

Please... For your sake and mine... Just leave. Before I get someone hurt.

...

[Cherry reached for Guy's paw again, turning him around.]

Guy, you DUMBASS!

?

I would've NEVER ditched you, and I really enjoy being around you, I really do! Suicune can vouch for me, too! And himself!

[The Suicune nodded slowly.]

Again, just tell us next time if something's wrong, dude! You had us worried sick! You're not a burden, at least not as much as you're making yourself to out to be. Even if you WERE, it's worth it to stay with you.

As... problematic, as your situation has been, for everyone involved,

you're a really cool dude to be around!

[Guy remained quiet, unable to say anything that wouldn't sound like incoherent nonsense. But his face said it all; He was glad to have folks like her and Suicune to call friends.

After Cherry Suicune grabbed Guy's belongings, the three of them slowly made their way out of the bathroom...

...only for there to be a human in front of them, presumably a Trainer.]

#pokemon #pkmn irl #guy rambles #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokemon rp #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #pokeblog rp #samurott #flygon #suicune #??? #also. pretend this post was made way earlier. like six or seven hours ago

[lick-me-lennon22]

How they calm you down when you're very stressed/having a breakdown 💜

thanks so much to @betchq who requested this one! hope you enjoy :) 💕

(these ended up wayyy too long.. whoops :P)

Paul:

it's all too much- you can't take it anymore

one minute you're sitting on the bed venting to Paul about work and family troubles- frustrated, but not devastated- and suddenly you've spiraled again

you're practically hyperventilating, gripping the duvet so hard your knuckles turn white, sobbing about how unfair the world is and how you'll never truly be happy

"Woah, woah, what's this all about darling?" he interjects tenderly, a gentle finger lifting your chin up to look at him, briefly breaking you from the hope-devouring clutches of your panicked mind

"It's -*hic*- just too m-much to handle Paul, I -*hic*- c-cant do it anymore," you manage to squeak out between sobs, your voice wavering and your lip quivering

Paul gazes into your tear-filled eyes, scanning them with his own in an attempt to gain understanding, a deeply concerned expression on his face

he places a firm, loving hand on each of your shoulders, eyes still locked on yours

"Listen to me, my love- nothing, and I mean nothing, is so wrong or bad that you can't take it on, or that this world would be better off without you. I know things are difficult for ye right now and it's completely understandable that you're overwhelmed- but you will get through this. And I will stay glued to your side every step of the way"

you inhale shakily, the cascade of tears that once flowed down your cheeks slowing to a halt as Paul continues his pep talk:

"Regardless of how daunting and scary it seems and no matter what it takes, you are going to be okay- more than okay, you are going to get through this and emerge from it even better off and happier than ever before. Ye hear me?" he says sincerely- his gaze stern, piercing, and comforting all at the same time

you nod slowly, eyes glimmering with residual tears, and sniffle once more

"You are the strongest, most capable, and most resilient person I know. I don't ever want you to feel that the days are becoming too heavy for you to handle. And if you do you know you can always, always come to me, no matter how insignificant you think your struggles are- they're not. I don't care if I'm 'busy,' nothing ever takes priority over you and your wellbeing, Y/N. I mean that."

you smile up at him with appreciation as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs

"T-Thank you, Paul. It all just gets so overwhelming.. I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's no trouble at all love, that's me job"- he gives you a small smile and pulls you in for a long, gentle hug

"I adore you Y/N, you are my whole world. Promise you'll come to me if you ever feel this way again?"

you nuzzle into Paul's chest: "I promise"

"That's my (girl/boy/love). I love you more than anything in this world- don't you ever forget that" ♡

John:

you don't even hear the front door open and shut, the sound drowned out by your sobs combined with the melancholy tunes coming from the record player on your dresser

"Y/N, I'm home!" John calls out, kicking off his shoes and coming to find you

he searches for you on the couch, at the dining room table, and then in the kitchen- but you're nowhere to be found

That's strange, he thinks, Y/N's almost always sat on the couch waiting for me when I come home...

"Where's my sweet birdie?~" he tries, striding briskly down the hallway to your shared bedroom, still in pursuit of his partner

John raps his knuckles against the wooden door and waits a few moments for a response

when he doesn't get one he turns the doorknob and pushes his way in, panic flooding his mind and senses

nothing could have prepared John for what he sees- the love of his life curled up fetal-style in bed, clutching the blanket for dear life, cheeks glistening with tears and features screwed up into an agonized expression

he rushes to your side immediately, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and shaking you softly to alert you of his presence

he spooks you and you startle, eyes snapping open in shock

"Are you alright, love? What happened- did somebody hurt you?? If someone upset ye I swear I'll make 'em rue the day they were born-" he seethes, interrupted only by you sitting up against the pillows and taking his hand in yours:

"J-John, calm down, I'm fine.."

"Did.. did I do something? Was it me? Tell me what I did wrong Y/N, whatever it is I'll fix it I promi-"

"No John, you've done everything right," you sigh

"It's j-just.." you trail off, unable to meet his gaze

he waits for a moment before encouraging you with a "Go on darling, you can tell me anything"

you take a deep, shaky breath before continuing- "Everything is so overwhelming and heavy.. just living feels like too much some days. I don't know what to do John, I'm downright miserable!!" you exclaim, your eyes once again welling up with tears

"..Oh sweetheart, come here" he opens his strong arms, pulling you in for an emotionally charged hug

John isn't the greatest at discussing feelings, so he offers comforting words instead

"Shh, everything's alright... I'm here, Johnny's got ye" he soothes, stroking your hair as you quiver in his arms, your body wracked with sobs

"I-It's just one of those days where I don't know how I'll ever b-be -*hic*- happy" you croak out, clutching his body close to yours

John draws in a deep breath before responding: "I understand how you feel- I've had plenty of those days meself," he confides in you

"But we can't let them stop us from living. Sometimes your perspective gets all screwed up and ye can't see through the bullshit your mind hurls at you,

"But one bad day is still just twenty-four hours, ye know? It helps me to think about that- that this too shall pass," he reassures you candidly, rubbing gentle circles into your back

"I know it seems impossible right now, but you'll- we'll," he corrects, "get everything sorted- including that pretty little 'ead of yours- and you'll feel like yourself again sooner than you know. Got that?" he asks

you simply nod, beginning to calm down but unable to speak just yet, and nuzzle further into John

he squeezes you tightly: "Y/N- ye know I know what it feels like to be stressed and depressed, and I just.." you hear John start to choke up and feel him tremble as he begins to cry, himself

"-ah don't ever want ye to feel hopeless like I 'ave, you know I'd take it all away in an instant if I could" he says, trying and failing to mask the wavering of his voice

"Even if it meant I'd have to take it all on meself instead, I can handle it- I'd do anything for you Y/N, I've never loved anyone or anything like I do you and it hurts me to see you in such pain"

John's voice breaks at the end of his monologue and you hear him sniffle

with that, you finally speak up: "Oh John, I'll be okay- I promise. Thank you for changing my perspective, it's just so difficult to pull yourself out of despair sometimes.. some days are just so.. heavy" you say, pulling back and looking up at him; "I didn't mean to make you cry too"

you dry your face with your sleeve and John takes your hands in his

"Y/N you know I understand completely, and I want ye to come right to me when the days get too overwhelming- I'll be sure to set your perspective straight. Don't you ever worry about making me upset or anythin' of the like, okay love?"

you nod- "And besides, I ain't crying" John says somewhat defensively and shifts his gaze away from you, still clutching your hands in his larger ones

you chuckle softly and roll your eyes at him- "Whatever you say Johnny.. you can't fool me, I know you're a softie" you tease, booping him gently on the nose

he pulls one hand back from yours, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly- "Yeah, yeah, that's enough" John says, expression hardening as he tries to disguise the grin making its way across his face

you place a hand on his cheek and turn his face to look at you

"Thank you, John. I feel so much lighter now"

"Ahh, don't mention it darling. Anytime at all- you mean the world to me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, John." ♡

George:

to your boyfriend George, it's a day like any other

he walks down the hallway to your shared bedroom, fizzy drink in hand, intent on watching some cartoons in bed with you

he knocks and upon hearing your, "Come in!" enters the room with an "'Ello, gorgeous!"

"Room for one more? I was thinking we could have a cartoon marathon this evening- what do ye think?" he proposes, approaching you and taking a sip of his drink

you hesitate a moment before answering: "Yeah, that's fine Geo" you say flatly, punctuated with a quiet sniffle

"...Are you feeling alright, dear? What's got you down?"

George sets his glass on the nightstand and sits beside you in bed

"Nothing's the matter babe, I'm okay" you mutter unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact

George studies your face, just now noticing the red and puffy appearance of your eyes

"Have you been crying..?" he asks gingerly and places a gentle hand on your cheek

you finally turn to look at him, sighing: "...yes but before you freak out, it's really nothing- just one of those days, you know?" you offer George a weak smile, downplaying your stress

"Y/N." he begins sternly, "I can tell when something's wrong. Do you want to tell me about it, doll?"

"I would, but there really isn't much to talk about... it's just life, I guess. Nothing specific" you shrug

"It's not 'just' anything- if it matters to you, it matters just as much to me," George reassures you sweetly

"Thank you Geo, but I don't know what to tell you. I just feel...tense and pessimistic, you know?"

George nods in understanding: "Really just that sort of day then, eh? That's the worst- ye can't target anything to fix it," he sympathizes and you nod in agreement

"Tell you what- I don't care if it takes all night, I'm gonna do whatever it is I can to make you feel comfortable and calm, all right? Starting with getting some food in ya- I know that always makes me feel better" he grins

you offer him a half-hearted smile, as much as you can muster in your state

"Of course it does, George" you chuckle, "that sounds lovely"

George disappears down the hall and returns just moments later kicking the door open, arms full of snacks and sweets (including jelly babies)

your face lights up at the sight of him

he unloads everything, opening his arms and dumping it all on the bed for you to choose whichever item you please

"Thank you, Geo" you giggle and grab one of the bags of crisps, opening it and promptly reaching in for a handful to munch on

"Anything else I can get you, darling? Anything at all?"

"Hmm.. no, I don't think so-" you start, but George cuts you off before you can finish your sentence

"Oh I know! You need a nice, warm cuppa- that'll be sure to soothe you. Be right back, love" he says and with that, he's out the door once more

you wait patiently in bed for a few minutes and graze on the treats George had brought you until he reappears, a ceramic mug in one hand and a box of tissues in the other

"Here you are dear," he says, handing the mug to you and placing the tissues on your nightstand- "I thought you might need these"

"You really didn't have to do all this, my love- thank you. It really warms my heart" you tell him earnestly, "I already feel so much better"

George beams at you: "Of course gorgeous, it's no trouble at all. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Hmm..." you contemplate his question for a moment before responding- "Just one more thing, I think"

"What is it, Y/N? Anything at all, just say the word"

"Get over here and cuddle me!"- you lift the blanket and invite him to lay with you

"I thought you'd never ask" George says cheekily and hops into bed, pulling you close to his chest to spoon you

(and reaching over you to grab an overflowing handful of crisps, shoveling them into his mouth)

you can't help but laugh and snuggle into George, your worries forgotten

"Thank you, Geo. You're the best"

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't look after my (girl/boy/love)? And besides, it's no inconvenience at all- don't you worry. I love you, Y/N"

"And I love you, George" ♡

Ringo:

Ringo has always made you feel safe, heard, and loved, and he's assured you that you can confide in him whenever you need to

he's made it a point to tell you to come to him whenever you need him, and that he'll drop everything to help you in any way he can

on one particular evening, nothing seems to be going right for you

you're beyond stressed and overwhelmed, and you can't help but break down from the pressure and weight of the world

at first when you step out into the living room, face red and tear-streaked, Ringo is oblivious

he carries on watching the television, gaze locked onto the technicolor screen

"Ritchie..?" you say meekly; "What is it, my love?" he calls out, eyes still fixed on the telly

upon seeing how invested he is in the program, you suddenly feel like a burden despite what he's told you numerous times before about coming to him when you're upset

"Umm.. nevermind" you squeak out, about to turn and drag yourself back to the bedroom when Ringo finally whips his head around to face you

his wide eyes take in your pathetic, hunched frame- hair tousled, eyes puffy and blanket pulled tight around you

"Oh my- sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?" he scrambles up off of the sofa and rushes over to you, panic evident in his expression

he places his hands on your shoulders and looks you over, eyes searching yours for answers

"Yeah, I'm okay" you sniffle, "but.. remember all those times you told me I should come to you if I'm ever stressed out?"

"Of course I do love, what's got you so stressed?" he inquires delicately, rubbing your shoulders

"Life, existence, everything!" you confess, exhausted

"Oh honey, everything's alright- I promise! Come here" Ringo beckons you closer and smothers you in one of his renowned bear hugs

you begin to sob quietly into his shirt

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me today, I don't want to burden you-"

"Love, don't you ever worry about being overbearing or burdening me- I am always ready and willing to help you, please understand that. Managing your stress is so important and I'm thankful that ye came to me. That's what I'm here for" he reassures you as he holds you close to him

you sniffle and tremble, your tears soaking through his cotton t-shirt

"Shh, everything's going to be fine. It's okay to cry" Ringo soothes

"It's just a bad day. It doesn't mean that everything is falling apart, I promise. I'm right here. We've got this, together- you and I could take on the whole world if we had to!"

you pull back from his embrace and gaze into his eyes; "Really?"

"Of course we could, baby! Now let's get you to bed, how about that?"

you nod and Ringo lifts you up, carrying you bridal style to your shared room and setting you down gently on the bed

he swaddles you in a blanket burrito and proceeds to kiss your tears away, peppering your face with little smooches that make your heart flutter and your mind go blank

"Ritchie!!" you exclaim, giggling

"What? Kisses are the best medicine"- you agree, as long as they're his at least

once he's finished administering your treatment, he asks: "What else can I fetch ye, cutie? Anything?"

"You!"

"Why, of course!" Ringo's grin widens, lighting up his face as he pulls you close to him in bed

you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, the dull thud of his heartbeat lulling you into a serene state of mind

for the remainder of the night Ringo refuses to leave your side, even when you drift off into peaceful slumber at last

"I love you, Y/N" he mumbles, the last thought occupying his mind before he too dozes off to sleep ♡

#beatles #the beatles #beatles x reader #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #ringo starr x reader #beatles imagines #john lennon imagines #paul mccartney imagines #george harrison imagines #ringo starr imagines #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #richard starkey #LMLBeatles

[libertybri]

👋hi

I'll be quick

If you don't mind here's a little idea: fallout 4 romance companions react to sole being afraid of the dark?

Thanks🙏✌️

Companions-

Cait

“Really? The dark? *sigh* Don’ worry, I’ll protect ye’, ye’ big baby.”

Codsworth

“Oh dear, forgive me, I must have forgotten! I’ll make sure there is light wherever we shall go.”

Curie

“Perhaps we can keep a flashlight on, yes? Surely it will keep any dark areas lit for us, madame/monsieur!”

Danse

“You can stay close to me if it helps. I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe in the dark.”

Deacon

“Haha, nice joke! Oh, not a joke? Um, well… I’m genuinely surprised. But uh, don’t worry too much about it. I’ll… keep ya close.”

Gage

“Forgive me, Boss, but how the hell do you expect me to believe that? You ain’t scared of shit, now don’t go spewin’ that nonsense anymore. Er, I guess I could comfort ya. Not a big deal…”

Hancock

“You? Scared of the dark? Heh, alright Sunshine. Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha.”

MacCready

“I don’t blame you. Hard to see whatever’s out there before it sees you. I, uh, didn’t mean to freak you out with that… you know, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

Nick

“Don’t you worry yourself, doll. I’ve got two glowing orbs to always keep your path lit up, heh heh.”

Piper

“How the turn tables, ha ha. Oh well, it’s finally something I can protect you from, right? Ole’ Piper won’t let ‘cha down, Blue.”

Preston

“No worries, honey. I’ll always keep an eye out for you. Would you feel better if I held you?”

X6-88

“I have excellent night vision, so you have nothing to fear.”

Extra NPCs-

Desdemona

“Of course. You never know what could be lurking in the dark. A reasonable fear, if I say so myself.”

Edward Deegan

“Er… I guess that’s not the worst thing to be scared of.”

Glory

“The dark? Uh, you want me to hold your hand if the lights start the dim?”

Jack Cabot

“A very common fear, indeed. Though you have nothing to worry about, dear. I will make sure you are always protected.”

Magnolia

“Oh honey, that’s alright. I never minded the dark, so I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for ya.”

Mags Black

“Really? Well, this is interesting. Don’t worry though, dear, your secret is safe with me. And I’ll be sure to keep you safe in even the darkest of places.”

Mason

“Heh heh, don’t worry, babe. Nothin’s gonna get ya while the Alpha’s around.”

Maxson

“Um… I suppose we could keep a light on. If there’s something you fear in the dark, you don’t have to worry. I’ll look out for you.”

Nisha

“You’re joking? *sigh* Fine, as long as this is the only thing you fear, I can handle it. Nothing will get you as long as I’m here.”

Sturges

“Guess we’ll have to keep a light on us wherever we are. Wouldn’t want ya gettin’ scared now, would we?”

Tinker Tom

“Oh, I know! The dark is just too ominous… can’t see what’s out there until it’s too late…”

Travis Miles

“Huh… I wouldn’t have guessed that about you. Well, it doesn’t matter now. I’ll look out for you.”

William Black

“I suppose there could be worse things to fear… *sigh* c’mere, hun.”

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout fandom #fallout fanfic #fallout 4 cait #fallout 4 codsworth #fallout 4 curie #fallout 4 danse #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 porter gage #fallout 4 hancock #fallout 4 maccready #fallout 4 nick valentine #fallout 4 piper #fallout 4 preston #fallout 4 x6 88 #fallout 4 desdemona #fallout 4 edward deegan #fallout 4 glory #fallout 4 jack cabot #fallout 4 magnolia #fallout 4 mags black #fallout 4 mason #fallout 4 maxson #fallout 4 nisha #fallout 4 sturges #fallout 4 tinker tom #fallout 4 travis miles #fallout 4 william black

[absolutepokemontrash]

You don't need to write this if you dont want too because it's up to you but this is something wholsome

WHAT IF L!MC M!M & BBY A!MC BECOME BABIES AND THERE EVEONES HAS TO CARE FOR THEM,

I apologize for having such horrible writing and grammer. I never payed attention in school, nor could I afford to pay attention 👉😎👉

Bro I feel you on the not paying attention in school thing. Fear not, dearest asker, ask for demon babies, and since I am a merciful writer, you shall receive.

Oh Shit, Half-Demon Babies are Running Amok Send Diapers and Help-

Mini summary for the casual reader, L!MC is Lucifer’s half demon child who got summoned into the Devildom to be one of the human exchange students, M!MC is Mammon’s half demon kid, and A!MC is Asmo’s. Let’s get to the fic!

Ah, what a relaxing day... Lucifer was sitting back in his desk chair, enjoying a nice glass of Demonus and listening to one of his favourite cursed vinyls. He had done a damn good job on his work earlier and Diavolo had insisted there was no more work to be done and he could have the weekend all to himself.

Of course, his brothers were still a factor that could have ruined his me-time... on any other weekend! Satan had just gotten a new encyclopedia to read, so he wouldn’t be causing any trouble, Beel and Belphie were going to take that Devildom food tour, Mammon and M!MC were planning on spending the entire weekend shopping, Asmo and A!MC were going up to the human world on Saturday and staying until Sunday, and Levi... He got a sudden burst of inspiration for his Animal Crossing Island and most likely wouldn’t be leaving his room for the next month. Lastly, L!MC wouldn’t be causing any problems, his child would probably spend their time with him rambling about musicals or anime they had seen, and Lucifer found their intense interest very adorable.

Ah... peace and quiet...

...

...why did Lucifer hear crying?

There, standing in the entrance hall of the House of Lamentation, was Solomon, holding three screaming babies.

What, and I cannot stress this enough, THE HELL?!

“Ah, Lucifer,” Solomon attempted to wave hello, but needing to continue to bounce one of the babies on his hip kind of hindered the gesture, not that Lucifer wanted a wave at that moment. “I’m sure you have questions.”

After everyone had gathered into the living room, Solomon explained how a spell gone awry had hit L!MC, M!MC, and A!MC with the effect of turning the three into the screaming infants that stood (or... awkwardly sprawled out) in front of them.

On the bright side, the spell only had a timespan of roughly two days, so they wouldn’t be stuck like that forever.

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes (save for the babies, who were still either crying or incoherently babbling) as they processed that information. Lucifer, ever the flawless older brother and leader, stood up and clapped his hands together once.

“Alright then, everyone cancel your weekend plans, we need to deal with this.”

Lucifer’s dearest little brothers all whined in protest, Satan in particular. “They’re not our kids, why do Belphie, Beel, Levi, and I need to cancel our plans?!”

“Satan,” Lucifer said sternly. “You don’t remember this, but it took six people to take care of one of you. The kids may only be half demons but there are three of them. We need all hands on deck. Besides, if you all want someone to blame, blame Solomon.”

Everyone turned and levelled their practically murderous glared at the sorcerer, who suddenly pulled baby A!MC into his lap and began to rock them back and forth.

“I have never felt more unsafe.” Solomon laughed nervously. “But you wouldn’t kill me while I’m holding my not-child would you?”

Asmo stomped over and snatched A!MC away from Solomon. “I can’t believe you- ACK! A!MC! Stop drooling!”

A!MC had a long trail of drool coming out of their mouth which caused Asmo to shriek and hold A!MC at arms length away. “Stop that! That’s gross, A!MC, you know better.”

The adorable baby continued to babble and drool.

Mammon picked up M!MC, who almost immediately stopped crying upon seeing Mammon’s watch, they began making grab hands at it. “Ah, ya want the watch?”

M!MC squealed in delight as Mammon dangled the watch above them, Mammon was delighted that his little brat still had their expensive taste, even as a baby. “Hey, look at me! I’m doin’ pretty good! Suck it, Asmo!”

As Asmo and Mammon bickered, Lucifer took the time to look at L!MC, they pulled at Lucifer’s tie and hummed to themselves. They were mind numbingly cute despite the screeching they were doing earlier. The sight tugged at the cold spot where Lucifer’s heart should have been, he had missed this part of his child’s life... maybe just that weekend he’d get a chance to-

“Solomon where do you think you’re going?” Lucifer was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed the shifty bastard trying to make his escape. “You’re staying to help manage this nonsense.”

—————

A!MC may have been an absolute ray of sunshine normally, but as a baby, they definitely lived up to the term demon-spawn.

A!MC would scream, cry and pitch a fit if they didn’t get what they wanted immediately, not that they had any way of articulating what they wanted because they were a god damn baby! Asmo and Solomon were at the point where they were just holding stuff out to A!MC to see if it would make them stop crying.

“Come on butterfly, don’t you like this... antique perfume bottle?” Asmo asked, A!MC took one look at it, then burst into flames and started wailing again. “For the love of my father WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

Now there were two sobbing messes in the room, and one was on fire. Solomon quickly magically took care of A!MC’s little fire problem (the baby was fiiiiiiine, demon babies light themselves on fire all the time!), picked A!MC up, sat down on Asmo’s bed, and snapped his fingers. Tiny balls of light gently floated into the air around the three, Asmo looked up from his pity party upon hearing A!MC stop their crying.

“See, you still like my magic, even as a baby, right A!MC?” Solomon asked, A!MC looked around in silent wonder, trying to reach up and touch the lights.

“Oh Solomon, this almost makes me forgive you for screwing up my weekend plans...” Asmo sighed in relief, he sat next to Solomon and pulled A!MC into his lap. “Not very colourful though, is it? Let me fix that.”

Asmo smiled as his own magic added streaks of colour, it was like their very own private showing of the northern lights. A!MC had on one of those goofy baby smiles that can make even the grumpiest person smile back.

Solomon and Asmo shaped some of the lights into shapes and animals, Asmo let a pink butterfly land on A!MC’s nose, much to their adorable delight.

“And that one’s a bird, and that one’s a giraffe,”

“That’s an alpaca.”

“Sorry, an alpaca with a weirdly long neck, oh! And a sheep!” Asmo looked down at his lap where A!MC sat and tickled their sides. “Everyone likes sheep!”

He then quickly shaped a ball of light into a scorpion and made it scuttle into A!MC’s lap. “But I have to say, scorpions are the best.”

The fifth born sighed in contentment as their sweet little hellspawn continued to watch the magic show. Never in his life did Asmodeus ever think he’d be this happy holding a baby, usually babies were things he thought should be handled with hazmat suits, but not at that moment. His little butterfly truly did have him wrapped around their finger.

“Asmo, hey, Asmo,” Asmo looked over at Solomon, who had a glowing triangle over one of his eyes. “Would you like to join my secret society?”

“Solomon, you are ruining the moment.”

——————

“C’mon kiddo! Eat your damn food!” Mammon once again tried to shove the spoon into his kid’s mouth with the same result as the 50 previous attempts.

“YUCKY!” M!MC shouted and slapped the spoon away.

“Here,” Beel took the spoon from Mammon. “Maybe it’s yucky like they said.”

Beel ate what was on the spoon, then smiled brightly. “You can really taste the mango!”

“See bud..? Beel likes it.” Mammon gestured at Beel, who was eating the entire jar of baby food as Belphie watched in amusement. He was such an asset to the team. “Beel! They need to eat!”

“Fine, let me try.” Belphie grabbed another spoon, and waved it in M!MC’s face. “Here comes the airplane... whoosh... whoosh...”

M!MC didn’t budge, Belphie knitted his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, be that way.”

Levi pushed open the door to the kitchen, and upon seeing the scene before him, immediately turned and tried to leave. “Nope! Food isn’t worth getting spit up all over me-”

Mammon lunged forward, grabbed the back of Levi’s jacket and practically yanked him into the kitchen, he slapped a spoon into his hand and smiled. “C’mon, do a favour for your super great big brother!”

The third born looked at M!MC, who defiantly stared back at him, the baby had the upper hand and the little brat knew it. Babies were so much cuter in anime...

Levi nervously stepped forward and held out the spoon like a weapon. “O-okay M-M-M!MC... you need to eat your food... pls... pls eat.”

M!MC said nothing, they only did what most babies did.

...

They spun their head 90 degrees until the back of their head was all Levi could see.

Everyone in the kitchen stood in complete silence, until Mammon jumped a foot in the air and started screaming bloody murder. “MY BABY!”

He dove forward and scooped M!MC up in his arms, the baby, obviously freaked out by the sudden loud noise, had begun to cry.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Uh... uh...” Mammon looked around frantically. “Hush little baby don’t say a word... papas gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring... and if that diamond ring is brass, butitwon’tbebecauseyouroldmanwouldn’tgetcheatedlikethat-”

M!MC spun their head back to its correct position, but their crying sounds were now several octaves lower... It sounded like if someone put a baby in the Darth Vader mask but without the weird breathing sounds...

Mammon looked to Belphie. “I’m blankin’ on nursery rhymes! Ya hafta know some kid songs!”

Belphie, after being put on the spot, suddenly forgot every single nursery rhyme and lullaby any of his brothers had ever sung to him. Oh! A song popped into his head! He could sing that!

“Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks, when she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty one-”

“Not that one!” Mammon squeaked, holding M!MC closer to him. M!MC’s voice had returned to normal, the next problem is that they were only speaking in infernal. “Somethin’ else!”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a fly,” Beel began to sing. “I don’t know why she swallowed that fly... I forgot the rest of the song...”

“Dammit... Leviiiiii!” Mammon wheezed, desperately trying to calm the angrily growling M!MC. “Sing! Sing anything!”

“A-anything?” Only one song came to mind. “Uh um... With the doors of heaven and Hell barred, there is no other but the guard, Master of the Hellish Yard...”

Mammon lit up and nodded like Levi had just offered him a million Grimm. “Aw hell yeah! This song!”

He handed M!MC to Beel and began to dance and sing next to Levi, who had really gotten into the song as well!

“With those sins that you've committed, If you pay you'll be acquitted, and your crimes all permitted,” the two paused for dramatic effect before both belting out the best line in the song.

“ONLY ONES WITH CASH DO WELL, WELL AT LEAST IN HELL!”

As Levi and Mammon continued to sing, M!MC became so entranced by the dance, that they stopped their demonic babbling and just watched the second and third born dance and sing the English cover of an old vocaloid song. Belphie and Beel made brief confused eye contact to make sure the other twin was seeing the same thing.

The duo finished the song and took a bow, Beel lightly tapped M!MC’s chubby baby hands together to make it look like they were clapping. It was enough for Mammon and Levi.

“Thank you, thank you,” Mammon said. “We’ll be here forever, next show ain’t free.”

“We should sing The Tailor on Enbizaka next!”

“Levi! No! That song is like... seven minutes long!”

“Hey, morons,” Belphie stuck his thumb at M!MC. “They still haven’t eaten.”

Mammon’s triumphant expression dropped right to the floor. “Ah fuck...”

——————

“Satan, where’s L!MC-” Lucifer looked up at the ceiling of Satan’s room and his jaw dropped. “WHAT ARE THEY DOING UP THERE?!”

“I can’t get them down!” Satan hissed back.

L!MC. L!MC the BABY. They were on the ceiling. They were sitting upside down on the ceiling like it was an average Friday. Lucifer was too old for this shit...

“L!MC.” Lucifer held out his arms, L!MC squinted at him, that’s when Lucifer remembered L!MC was practically blind without their glasses. “L!MC, it’s your father, come here.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried calling them down like that?!” Satan spat as he quickly ran a hand through his hair.

Lucifer shot a glare at Satan, then Lucifer heard something that nearly made his (lack of) heart stop. Oh no- L!MC was yawning-

L!MC yawned and suddenly detached from the ceiling. Lucifer and Satan both dove forward to catch L!MC, which culminated in one of Satan’s piles of books falling down, but with L!MC safe and sound.

“Damn it.” Satan grumbled as Lucifer shifted to properly hold L!MC. “This is going to take forever to clean...”

“That was clean?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as L!MC began to fuss slightly.

Satan growled and rolled his eyes. “Yes, it was clean thank you very much. I knew exactly where everything was.”

The cat that unofficially ruled the House of Lamentation pranced into Satan’s room like it didn’t have a care in the world, it began to bat at one of the loose papers that had been scattered around the floor. Detective Toe Beans, you’re an esteemed detective, and technically RAD’s mascot, stop that!

Satan scooped up the cat and began to put the books back in the pile, when Lucifer noticed a familiar, beat-up old book lying near the bottom of the pile.

“Ah, I remember this book,” Lucifer leaned down and picked it up, showing the cover to L!MC, who didn’t seem very interested and continued petting the fur part of Lucifer’s jacket. “It’s good for a bedtime story, right L!MC?”

Lucifer tucked the book under his arm and turned to leave when Satan practically shot upwards. “If you think you can just take that out of my room, you’re completely delusional.”

“Are you seriously going to whine about getting a bedtime story for L!MC?”

“CAT!” L!MC looked over Lucifer’s shoulder and reached for Detective Toe Beans. “CAT!”

“Yes L!MC, cat.” Lucifer whispered to them, then turned back to Satan. “And if I’m remembering correctly, I used to read this to you. Do you really want to deprive poor L!MC of bedtime stories from me?”

“Pff... deprive...” Satan rolled his eyes and huffed. “I’d be saving them. You were the only one who never did any voices for the characters, I was bored to sleep.”

Satan walked forward and swiped the book from Lucifer. “If anyone’s reading L!MC a bedtime story, it should be me. I’m twice the storyteller you’ll ever be.”

Lucifer scoffed. “Ridiculous. We’ll both read L!MC a story and they can tell us who did best when they get back to normal.”

“Fine by me.”

The three (four if you count Bean) were soon seated on the couch in Lucifer’s room. Lucifer took the first story.

Satan listened along and absentmindedly pet Bean, hearing a story he had heard over and over again had managed to bring back memories of a time where he had significantly less control over his wrath. Every night he’d demand a bedtime story or he’d throw a tantrum unlike anything the Devildom had ever seen.

The eldest was always there to swoop in and read Satan a story whenever the little ball of seething rage looked ready to kill the unfortunate brother who told him it was bedtime.

It had gotten to the point that Satan could recite most of the stories in the book completely by heart. He chuckled under his breath as he remembered the time he matter of factly told Lucifer that he’d be reading him the bedtime story that night and proceeded to pretend to read the story of The Hydra and the Pufferfish. He hadn’t actually learned to read, much to Lucifer’s dismay, Satan just memorized what to say and when to turn the pages.

Though, it was apparently impressive enough at the time to warrant a head pat from Lucifer.

The fourth born leaned closer to Lucifer to get a better look at the book’s illustrations. They were always slightly off and strange looking, much like the pictures in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book that L!MC had given Satan for his birthday.

Lucifer abruptly stopped reading.

“Why’d you stop?” Satan looked up at Lucifer, then over at L!MC. Aw... Satan didn’t even get a chance to read...

“Our audience has fallen asleep.” Lucifer stifled a yawn and prepared to close the book, Satan quickly shoved his hand on the page to stop him.

“You started reading,” Satan looked away and grumbled. “So at least finish the story...”

Lucifer smirked and opened the book back up. “If you insist, Satan.”

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Yayyyyy! Babies! I’m sure the three get back to normal by Monday... hopefully...

Here’s a link to the song Levi and Mammon are singing!

I hope you all enjoyed! As of the time I’m posting this, the next set of Lessons 1-5 Headcanons will be out tomorrow at 8:30 pm EST.

#I hope at least some of you know what song Levi and Mammon are singing... #Obey me #Obey me! #obey me fic #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Leviathan #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! beelzebub #Obey me! Satan #obey me! belphegor #Obey me! Asmodeus #Obey me! Solomon

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

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Part 7

You did not, in fact, spend the night in the lovely room Zemo had made up for you. No, you had spent it with him. You woke up with his arm around you. He greeted you with a smile as you turned over to look at him. Then he kisses your forehead before pulling you into his chest.

Last night was amazing. Eventually you stopped making out outside his locker room and he got changed. You went out on your date, as he promised he would do. He took you to a reply nice bar. You both stayed there for hours, drinking and chatting.

You had to get a cab back to his house, neither of you fit to drive. It was good fun though.

You smiled softly. He was so warm.

"Good morning," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. His voice is all deep and thick from sleep. It makes his accent all the more pronounced... and sexy.

"Good morning."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. Right now, in this very moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

"My handsome pro racer," you mutter, fingers caressing his jaw softly. He leans into your touch ever so slightly, the softest smile tugging at his lips.

"Your handsome pro racer?" He asks, still whispering.

"I think we're at that stage, no?"

He chuckles again, pulling you in to kiss you properly. You fit against him perfectly. Everything in this moment perfect, serene, and as it should be.

"Do I get breakfast?" You asks, cheeky grin on your face.

"Yes. I'll cook for you."

You kiss him once more before he slides out of bed and puts some clothes on. You laugh as he dresses. You had quite the night last night.

You stay in bed a little longer before you get up. You feel so at home here. Eventually you just miss him and get up. You grab some clothes, go into the bathroom, and get ready.

Zemo cooks up a delicious breakfast for you both. He serves it with some tea. He smiles as you enter the room, looking just as amazing as always.

"Breakfast is served."

You sit down with a smile and tuck in. It just feels so domestic and homey having breakfast with Helmut. As you sat there eating what he had made for you, a thought comes to mind.

Is this the start of something incredible?

You had hope that was the case. You didn't think you could go back to your lifestyle after being a part of his. This was where you wanted to be, you were sure of it.

"I'm going to hand in my notice soon," you say, glancing up at him.

The smile on his face was one of the most wonderful sights you has ever seen.

"I'll have things organised for you when you're ready to take over as my manager."

You grin.

"I have a lot to learn, but I won't let you down. We're a team now."

"Yes, we are."

After breakfast, you help clean up, you jump in the shower, and then you grab your phone. You give your boss a ring and alert him of what you wanted to do. When he asked why you were leaving, you told him about the offer you had received, trying to sound as casual about it as possible.

He freaked out when he heard you were going into the racing industry. After all, he was a fan of Zemo.

Everything felt like it was working out and coming together.

You hung up and turned to Zemo who had been waiting for you. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you back, grinning.

"Well?" Though he didn't really have to ask.

"It's a done deal. He wants me to do one more shift, so he can give me a proper farewell, but then I'm all yours!"

He kisses you.

He had never felt this happy before. He held you to him, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. It was here as he hugged you that he felt like he could do anything. He just needed to win these next two races.

Your phone rang.

You sighed as you pulled away from Zemo, giving him a sad smile as you went to pick it up. Zemo leaves so you can have some privacy, already missing you.

"Hello?"

"Y/N?"

It was 'your friend.'

"What can I do for you?" You ask, keeping your guard up. After her little tantrum, you didn't exactly trust her any more.

"We need to talk."

"Do we?" You keep your voice curt and clipped.

"Yes. There is something you need to know. I could tell you over the phone, but I think it's best we talk in person. You may not believe me if we don't, and I have evidence."

"What are you going on about?"

"Your boyfriend isn't being honest with you."

"My boyfriend? What about yours?" You ask, sharply. "What was all that shit you pulled at the race?"

"What? Jealous because he loves me?"

"No. What have I got to be jealous of?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you. Meet me at The Alpine bar tonight. Come alone."

She hangs up.

You stare at your phone, glaring at it.

No longer hearing your voice, Zemo returns. He sees you looking at your phone.

"Something the matter?"

You look up at him quickly.

"Uh, a certain someone wants to meet with me."

Zemo comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You lean back into his chest and sigh.

"What does she want?"

"I don't know. She wants to meet me at The Alpine bar."

"That's in town. I'll drop you off if you would like."

"Alright. She wants to meet tonight."

He turns you around so he can look at you. Softly, he caresses your cheek with the back of his long fingers. You lean into his touch the same way he did to you this morning.

"Something is troubling you."

"She troubles me."

He kisses your forehead lightly. A great sense of pride and achievement washes over him. He can do this whenever he wants. You have given him the permission he needed. His lips longer there.

"Whatever it is, we can deal with it."

You nod subtly.

He steps back and look at you, smiling handsomely at you.

"I have an idea."

"Hm?"

"I want to show you something. Grab some shoes and your jacket, we are going out," he says, leaving your side in favour of finding his coat.

You do as he said and wait for him by the door.

Zemo returns to your side wearing a long dark coat, fur embedded at the collar. So extra, yet so him.

He grabs your hand as you leave the house.

Zemo keeps a hold of your hand as he leads you away from the house. You walk together toward a huge garage sitting up ahead from his house. You hadn't noticed it yesterday as you were blown away by the house itself.

You had a pretty good idea on what was in there. You smile at him as you approach the building.

Zemo has you stop stop at the large double doors. You grin excitedly at him as he unlocks the doors. He winks at you before pulling the door open.

The lights turn on as he flicks a switch off to the side and before you is a beautiful sight. Dozens and dozens of cars. All kinds of makes and models. Lots of different colours. Many of them were in perfect condition. There were a few really old ones that had early seen better days, but still looked amazing. They were all lined up in rows.

"Wow."

Zemo watches as you approach the first set of cars in front of you. You look at them in awe. Glancing behind you, he nods at you. You walk along the line.

"They're all yours?"

"Every single one. Passed down through generations of my family," he says, looking at them with nostalgia.

"Helmut, this is so cool!" You touch one carefully. This feels like such a special and important moment. This is a peek at another part of his life. Looking around, you spot a few familiar cars, ones he has picked you up in before.

"That reminds me, you'll need to get your car from the bar."

"Ah yes, we took a cab home, didn't we? I'll sort that out tonight while you meet with... you know."

You nod and walk along some more.

You took secret glanced at the man following you around his collection. You trusted him. You did! Yet, there was something settling in the back of your mind. A nagging feeling that whatever it was she was going to tell you, was bad.

She spoke about him as if he had some dark secret to hide. You worried that this wasn't some little misdeed just because she was upset with you.

You couldn't ask him, could you?

Maybe it was best to see what she had to say before bringing anything up.

Zemo came to stand beside you, arm snaking around you. You were standing in front of the first car he had picked you up in, the convertible.

"It was in this car fate decided to bring us together," he says, trying to make it sound as cheesy as he could.

"How sappy." You roll you eyes.

He kisses your cheek.

"It's true, no?"

You turn your head to smile and kiss him properly.

"Yeah, it's true."

Negative thoughts melt into nothing when he has you like this. He's safe and warm. He's home. Your home. He could be.

"Shall we drive?"

You nod.

"Pick a car. Your choice," he whispers.

You smile as you turn around and look at the collection. One if the back catches your eye. It's purple. His colour.

"That one."

He says nothing as he walks over to the back, opens a cabinet on the back wall, plucks a key from within, and then beckons you over.

"Let's go."

You're grinning as you climb in the car. You'll worry about the meet up later. For now, you wanted to feel free again with Zemo.

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